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DarkTl:
Why yes, it's very good. I also like those vague hints about what happened and what was father's job.

Baltazaar:

--- Quote from: DarkTl on July 26, 2015, 10:39:05 AM ---Why yes, it's very good. I also like those vague hints about what happened and what was father's job.

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I tend to suffer from periods of extreme boredom.

If you could wish for writing only, what would you need?

( I am talking, give me a checklist, ordered by importance, of what you would need. Then pray I do not finish it in under an hour. )

DarkTl:
Let's see...
- MC's mother. Someone early proposed an idea that she was a slave and that she was either killed or sold out, since her owner wasn't MC's father. That's just an option though. Either you could come up with a better story where she disappeared much earlier than father, or you could try to write a similar scene for her, how MC remembers it.

- A story about the riot itself: how slaves prepared for it, what served as an occasion, how it was suppressed. From the viewpoint of city government, since slaves don't write official history.

- You could reveal more MC's history in terms of starting class. There are warrior, mage and casanova already. So you could write three very short stories about how he received the necessary knowledge and skills before beginning of the game.

- We assume that something during the slaves riot changed lands around the city, making monsters and stuff appear all the time. You could write a small story from the perspective of an outside observer how lands gradually changed.

Baltazaar:

--- Quote from: DarkTl on July 27, 2015, 07:58:03 AM ---Let's see...
- MC's mother. Someone early proposed an idea that she was a slave and that she was either killed or sold out, since her owner wasn't MC's father. That's just an option though. Either you could come up with a better story where she disappeared much earlier than father, or you could try to write a similar scene for her, how MC remembers it.

- A story about the riot itself: how slaves prepared for it, what served as an occasion, how it was suppressed. From the viewpoint of city government, since slaves don't write official history.

- You could reveal more MC's history in terms of starting class. There are warrior, mage and casanova already. So you could write three very short stories about how he received the necessary knowledge and skills before beginning of the game.

- We assume that something during the slaves riot changed lands around the city, making monsters and stuff appear all the time. You could write a small story from the perspective of an outside observer how lands gradually changed.

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1. MC's mother: How she worked with his father.

His father and her mother used to be lovers. She was no exceptional beauty, but rather an average looking girl, but she was Kind to his father.

His father got to know her as a kitchen maid of his patron, an older lady of noble birth, who survived 3 husbands, and enjoyed making the world miserable.
The lady tried to ward of the inevitable, and more as a gag then as an honest hope, became a patron of a magical hopefull, the father.

In her Mind, even though she understood nothing of magic, it wouzld have been a great source of mirth if a young whippersnapper like the father was forced to bow to her wishes and had to try to fight her most alien enemy. Time.

The lady had used to be a famous courtesan, and tiome had left her mark in the ladies face. deep wrinkles, and hanging barren flesh where once there was beauty.

The father took an unusual approach, and straight out lied to her. There was no magic that was able to reverse time, so he focussed on reversing the negative effects of the aging process. Sport, fitness, lomng walks on the beach, the visiting of local courses of the university, and a lot of activity.

For a time, all was good. She terrorised her household with renewed force, made life a misery for everyone, and felt great doing so.

But her wish for pure companionship was not answered. Where were the men who had shunned her back then, who had been promised to her? Where were the galölant knights, the virile stallions, the noble professors?

One night, she called the father to her, and cuassed him ouzt. His treatment was a failure, her money was wasted, how dared he.... She was going to cut him off, ridicule him, sue the university.

he answered her hoinestly and straight. he could make her body work like a schoolgirls, he could make her mind run free and clear, but he could not make her soul beautifull enough to allow her wishes to be fulfilled.


Despite this being true, she could not give him the satisfaction of having won her over. So, she took his clotrhes, took everything she bought for him, and kicked him out on the street, to hovel and die. After all, he was a free man, had entered her services willingly, and had done everything to the custom. She could not enslave him, but roughing him up a bit was well within her priviledge.

A few month later, she discovered what had hapüpened behind her back. A servant girl, of presumably noble birth, that she had taken great pleaure in breaking and positioning in the kitchen, was pregnant. MC's mother.

In the time when his father worked in the ladies house, she took pleasure in seeing him grovel. he had to take the servants entrancxe, he had to eat in the kicthen, he had to bear the brunt of her temper... All that time, MC's mother had been looking out for his father.

When the Lady had beaten her father with a belt, because regrowing fallen out teeth was more painfull then she had presumed, MC's mother was there to care for the wounds.

When the Lady had cussed her father out for being an imvbecile, MC#s mother had been there, rebuilding his confidence.

And when his father had cried, because in four month of service to the lady, she had not said a single good word to him, and had even ridiculled him in front of his old costudiosi, it was MC's mother that very gently cared for him, and confessed her love for the man who was bespectacled, spindly, and too thin, but could do actual magic, a skill that was unknown where she was from.

So when she could no longer hide her pregnancy, the Lady found out. She sued the Father, who at this point had been entered in the city watch. After all, she reasoned, he had besmirched her property, had stolen from her, and thuis should be punished.

the father reacted very strange to her mind. Instead of grovbelling, bowing, or straight up fleeing, as she had expected, he came to her, and asked for her forgiveness. He was prepared to buy the servant girl from her, to stand in for the mistake he had made, and to even life from the hand in his mouth, if he could just make right for his wrongs.

For a second, the young, bespectacled man seemed like one of the knbights of old, and the lady felt intense jealousy.

No, she informed him, the servant girl was not for sale, as it was up to her to decide what to do with her....

But the child...

After a night of negotiating, they agreed on a carnal deed. he tried to negotiate his way out of this at first, saying his heart belonged to an other woman, to which she simply replied, "you want your bastard? Then shut up and stop complaining. "

There are many things an scorned woman can do to a man, and she knew them all. Half broken, half bleeding, he left the house the next morningm, having never ever taken the offers of the lady, "This can all stop, if you just walk away from the bastard. "

Then, at the night of the birth, he was there with her. held the hand of MC's mother, as she gave birth. Hugged her one last time. And then toojk his son with him, back to his room in the barracks, hoping that the boy would one day have it better then him. And despite the laws of the city, where someone born of a slave would also be a slave, he never told his son that he had been born unfree. he raised him as a free man.

2. The riot itself

Ten years later, after the father had worked his way up in the magical detatchment of the guard, he came across an ambitious project.

It was proposed to grow a magical barrier, that could be lowered and raised, allowing for enemies and friends to be seperated. small scale models had been built, and a grant had been established.

But there was an error. The Father, who had never officialölöy graduated from the magical university, did the calculations again, and found that the proposed crystal anchors of the shield would fracture under the pressure of this much magic.

Knowing full well what this would entail, he took the modell, his calculations, and his ten year old son, and went to speak to people. But everyone of importance, he was told, was near the colliseum.

there, he saw it was already too late. one of the big quzartz crystals began fracturing, as it was hit by the magic. knowing full well the damage this could do, he did the only sensible thing, and ran. Ran through the crowds of people, clutching his calculations, and his son.

knowing full well that a falling piece of crystal would act as a prisma, and send streams of magic into onlookers, he was not surprised when the first ones to give in where the slaves, whose wills had been broken. Their minds invaded by creatures from other dimensions, they fell into a murderous frenzy and beganm slaughtering themselves, their former masters, and all that they could get a hand of.

So, he did the most basic thing he could think off. Hide his son in the upstairs storeage attick of a Kontor, and hope for the best.

When his son was safe, he knew this was his one chance, to get the woman that he loved. With magic raining down on the city, he went for the epicenter, the broken crystal of the arena, knowing full well what he had seen there.

The carts and carrioages of the lady, who allways took her whole estate to see the games.

Knowing his son was safe, he set out to rescue trhe woman that he had loved, the only one that had ever been gentle and good to him.

Some reports say that shortly before the explosiion, as the first gates to other worlds formed, lots of people were seen slipping in those gates. It is not unthinkable that one of them may have been the father, cluthcing to mc's mother.

But after this, the crystals exploded, taking any chance away from people to react to the stories half grief stricken people tell themselves when they try to justify while their loved ones are no longer there, and why it still hurts so much.

"They are not dead, not ripped apart by magical forces... they may have just been flung in an other dimension, still looking for a way back. "

...

3. starting class story Warrior

After the incident, the first one to take you in was your uncle in the guard. With the aftermath, every hand was needed, even if the hand was just ten years old, and barely able to wield a stick, let alone a sword. You grew up amongst the guard of the city, making your way through the ranks. You had to deal with managing people, creating law and order, and more often then not, with the gates that suddenly appeared, and that could bring alien creatures bent on destruction.

You know only a life of being on constant alert. Night, day, it does not matter, everytime, it could be a situation that demanded you jumped up, grabvbed your weapons and armor, and were on the street in a matter of minutes, ready to take down what the gates brought you.

So, when you saved the daughter of a rich money changer, and he offered you a rich purse full of goldcoins as a thank you, you took your leave. After all, you aregued, this is not something you wanted to do for ever, and you were pretty sure that not risking your lives on a daily basis was also worth somnething.

major bonus: Better warrior skills. Your constant need to fight has fit you with hairtrigger reflexes, and an urge to conquer. You have fought everything, and have the confidence and the scars to prove it.

Minor bonus: better healing times. hard to kill. what jokingly was the motto of your unit became the slogan. The average time a person lasted was 3 month. You lasted allmost six years. Wheter it was luck, persistence, skill or just good friends, you know your share of healing, and of how to get injured people back to your feet. Anyone under your care could not ask for a better caregiver.

4. Staring class story rogue

Noone really wanted you, so you turned to a life of crime. pickpocket, burglar, hired muscle, goon, drugrunner... If there was money to be made, you had done it. You got pretty good at it, too, and got deep looks at all walks of the underground.

Towards the end of your career, you looked at running your own business. Sure, you had some money saved away, but what you really wanted was to run a small front.

major bonus: Attracts more customers. You have seen enough business from the indise to know why some fail. So when you do it, you do it just the way noone else does it. This attracts more customers.

Minor bonus: Money laundering. You advertise a special service that few understand. your fathers talent for numbers allows you to make a tiny profit by taking in some dirty crime money, and giving back clean, well off money from honest hardworking citizens. generates a tiny constant stream of moiney, and occasionally, a few extra problems.

5. Starting class story mage

The ones that wanted you after the incident was your uncle benjamin, that was with the university, and an old friend of your fathers. He taught magic for beginners at the university, and so, for the next six years, you became his protege. from whiping the blackboard to actually performing spelkls, you have done it all. benjamin often remarked that you had quite a talent for this, and often saw your father in you. He taught you well, and helped you get your degree.

When the old man died, a few years back, because a portal opened when he was looking for alraunes,  you were heartbroken. he left you little, but faithfully had put a percentage of every penny you earned into a purse.

The words still ring in your ear, as the day the lawyer read them.

"make your own mark into the world, and never forget, you have gotten farther then your father ever has... I can tell you, he would have been proud of you. "

major bonus: better magical skills.

Minor bonus: needs less sleep.

6. Starting class story cassanova

The lady that picked you up afterwards was old enough to be your grandmother, but as your father said, beggars can't be choosers. she took you in, and taught you hear trade. She used to be a courtesan, that made money, and now wanted to see if a man could do it as well. So, from the younbgest age, you were introduced to high society as a prodigee. You flirted with the bst of them, you learned to dance, and even more important, you made friends. Anbd bit by bit, ou saw what she saw.

It all was just a game. Move a piece here, an other piece there, and you have something.

So when you hit the jackpot, and an old lady actually left you some money, you were more then willing to stand on your own two feet, and Try to continue her game.

major bonus: Higher pay per customer, because you have several friends in higher places.

Minor bonus: Higher effectiveness of advertising.

7. Lore explanation: what actually happened?

very simply put, a comma error in the calculations, and the main structural crystal exploded. Even years later, the magical fallout around the city is mainly due to fragments of pieces of the original crystal raining down, catching some magic, and opening gates. The lowpoint of what came through the gates is the occasional girl, the highpoint is still held by the initial explosion, that allowed a major demon to manifest, and manipulate the weakwilled slaves.

The university, and the people responsible for the construction, decided to cover their collective asses, and paint it as a slave rebellion. slaves, as everyone knows, are liars and criminals, and deserve to be punished. Who would ever believe a slave? Wouldn't you also say that you were "compelled" to do something like this?

The truth is, even the most senior magicians do not fully understand why this happened. several of them however proposed an interesting thesis. What if the entity that was drawn into this world was still here? And all of the recent hardship was just the entity collecting energy, for what nefarious means it could think of...


Comments? Good/bad?

DarkTl:
Yes, this is very good. Could you write something about that crystal that is supposed to protect the city? How, from what, where it was, who created it?

Also, try to create (describe) MC father's friends who survived the riot and maybe used to help him in both science and battle. I believe such characters will be a great source of main quests.

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