The main concept of this setting revolves around a living world. This is a unifying setting that changes and evolves based on the actions of the characters and the guidance of the Dungeon Masters within that world.
Anyone who joins this living world will be expected to contribute to the town they are creating with labor, funds or supplies. As the town will start out small, many things you would normally find in larger cities may not be available and players will have to obtain them from other players.
As time goes on and the city and citizen base grows, the size of the town will upgrade and allow for more availability of goods and services.
All characters created by players will be citizens of the town and exist as NPCs within the town outside of gaming sessions. Other DMs will be encouraged to use existing characters as NPCs to promote the living world.
A map of the living town will be kept up for DMs to use in their games. As the town grows, the map will be updated to include buildings and shops that players create. Non combat characters like Merchants, Smiths and Guards will be crucial to the active feel of the living world and players will be encouraged to create these RP based characters.
City Sessions will be held at minimum once per month to progress the city. These will be general RP sessions where things are built, rules are decided and the community is shaped.
It was over a year ago now when Trigor first made it way out into the Varsian Frontier from Korvosa. He was fleeing all sorts of miserable conditions including evil rulers and foul plagues and found his way into a wondrous and new city. He embraced his new home and went to work at what he did best, helping and guiding the community. Unfortunately the rulers that had established the city did not share Trigor's conviction and higher view of the world and eventually he began to butt heads with them. After trying for a long time to work within the system, one day, after a great deal of argument and self reflection he decided that he would no longer live under the yoke of evil rulers only interested in their own selfish gains. Trigor had accumulated a great deal of wealth in his adventures over the years and so he decided to build his own city from the ground up. He, along with some companions he met in his adventures, decided to venture out into the Varisian Frontier to build their own life out from under the rule of evil dictators. Their first task would be to choose a well supplied and defensible location for their new settlement.
Post by uncletwistyfresh on Feb 21, 2017 12:48:55 GMT -6
Lorana trudged along the dirt road to the next potential spot of land that their friend had led them too. This one, this one was filled with far more potential he said. She was inclined to believe him. She was naught more than a child in the ways of the world, but she had solidified her own code of honor to follow, and this man had her loyalty.
The place he brought them to was a collection of small, empty, houses and a large tavern. The woman did as she felt she needed to do, and explored each place. Her eyes widened in shock when a hunched over giant of an old man. The man was at least six feet tall, hunched over! Her friend, Trigor, was already talking to him about things. The man was always too friendly with others.
This place was perfect, it really was, she knew it, he knew it, and she knew that the old man himself knew as well. With a hearty chuckle the old man raised his arms and stood straight, measuring at a solid seven and a half feet tall. Words came out of his mouth, eldritch words, ancient words that were lost to time. This old man seemed more of a God in that moment, the entire universe around him merely a happenstance that he had decided to not rip apart in a childish fit. Or had he already and this was the remains? Or was it even there to begin with. Lorana couldn't handle the questions rolling around in her head.
The instant was over and the old man was hunched over again. The land flowed through the party she traveled with, it flowed through THEM. They could feel the land itself growing, calling, yearning, beneath their feet. The white haired Old Man spoke his last words before he seemed to dissipate into the very air they breathed. "Prosper within these lands I have gifted you. Not much catches my eye these eons. Be fair with the power I have granted you, I will be watching to see what you do. Interesting bunch you are." Were his words.
He left them to discover the magic that he had left, a magic so ancient and powerful none of them had any idea how it even worked, nobody did, it was from another time, another place, and another world. Before the group lay a few broken homes, and a tavern in only slight disrepair. And this was the start of their legacy.
A few feet behind, Donnel flinched back instinctively from the heavy magic. As its effects set in, though, his eyes widened, and he looked around, listening to the land, feeling its request. He blinked down at it rapidly, and then a smile came across his face.
Yeah. This place was good.
He shifted the strap of his backpack and scampered off to inspect the surrounding land. Looked like there was a lot of food here. Loads of potential. The soil was good, so growing crops wouldn't be too difficult; the river was pretty clean, and having it run this close was ideal. They'd probably have to do something about the banks in case of overflooding. He wasn't really sure what; he was used to just up and leaving when the land became too difficult to live off of. He'd have to leave that to the others that had actually lived in towns and cities before.
If they could keep the area in good condition, though...
His face cracked into a grin, and he made his way back to the others with a spring in his step.
Days came and passed as the pioneers got to work building their new home. Trigor spent his time at nearby cities gathering fighters that would surely be needed to defend this territory. All the while, Trigor sensed evil in the land around him. Every where he went, he could sense evil. He saw nothing. What he did not see hiding in the shadows, but could sense, was the goblins lurking around every corner waiting to take everything they could get their grubby little hands on. On the fourth day; The day before the city was to officially be founded, scouts began to report of an army advancing on the town's position. They did what they could to delay their advance, but it seems this territory had already been claimed by something else, and they were ready to fight for it. Well, Trigor wasn't about to let some dirty, smelly, evil little goblins drive him off the land gifted to him by Sarenrae herself. He rallied those in the town with the guts to drive this army back and they waited on the outskirts of town for the storm shortly to come.
Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. ~T.S. Elliot