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An infant, lying in the dust crying, all alone on the mountain way. Were they lost, abandoned, or sacrificed? Whatever the reason survival surely wasn’t one of them. For this is the land of ogres, monstrous creatures with an appetite for human flesh. Or so they say, except you were not devoured. One of those beasts found you. Took you in. Raised you as their own. But what type of ogre discovered you? A) An Ogre Mage. A being of two worlds, the natural world and the Wyld. Able to break the law of reality by reaching through it. B) An Ogre Knight. A paradox, bound to a Code of Honor, yet living in complete isolation from any society that might respect such values. C) An Ogre Scholar. Caring for an old ruined library. D) An Ogre Beserker. A beast, surely the very image shared over campfires to frighten travelers passing near these mountains. E) An Ogre ...
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Ah, several good options, but I have to go with B) Ogre Knight For honor!
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Feb 15, 2019 10:22
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C I want to know what Ogres read.
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Feb 15, 2019 11:50
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E - an Ogre Milliner
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Feb 15, 2019 12:54
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sheep-dodger posted:E - an Ogre Milliner Hah! Agreed.
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Feb 15, 2019 13:31
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Mage
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Feb 15, 2019 14:23
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An Ogre Thief. It's remarkable how low the standard for "moving silently" can be when most of your marks expect you to shake the earth with your footsteps.
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Feb 15, 2019 14:38
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sheep-dodger posted:E - an Ogre Milliner
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Feb 15, 2019 15:36
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sheep-dodger posted:E - an Ogre Milliner Don’t hat the player, hat the game.
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Feb 15, 2019 17:02
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C, I like books
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Feb 15, 2019 17:22
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super sweet best pal posted:C
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Feb 15, 2019 17:57
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B honor is better than knowledge or craft.
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Feb 15, 2019 18:07
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A, because breaking things with explosions is neat.
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Feb 15, 2019 18:23
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sheep-dodger posted:E - an Ogre Milliner To choose anything else would be a hat-astrophe
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Feb 15, 2019 21:08
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E) Ogre Cannibal Chef. He is fattening us.
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Feb 15, 2019 22:33
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Crazycryodude posted:C, I like books
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Feb 15, 2019 22:34
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Crazycryodude posted:C, I like books
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I believe that is 5 votes for both Scholar and Milliner (which to my disgrace I initially mistook for being someone who ran a mill), 2 for the Knight and Mage, leaving 1 each for a Thief or a Cannibal Cook. In this case I will close voting and break the tie by choosing the Milliner because it is something I would never have thought of myself and one of the key principles for this game is that we Play to Find Out. So let’s find out why this Ogre Milliner is doing in the world and why they have taken in this orphan child. For those who have entered the thread marked with PbtA it means “Powered by the Apocalypse” and it is a genre of games started by Apocalypse World. I won’t go into the mechanics or even specifically which iteration I’m using (for now at least) but the DM should: Make the world seem real Make the characters lives not boring Play to find out
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Feb 16, 2019 01:34
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I'm excited. We're gonna kill some humies with a fedora, m'ogress.
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Looking forward to our mentor rolling a 1 on our crucial, foundational lesson. This results in us simply gutting woodland creatures and slapping them down on ladies heads. This is unsurprisingly super popular among the ogre populace and our mentor attempts to murder us out of jealousy.
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The child’s early years were happy. All it knew was that it was loved. It was “Littl’un” and its Ogre was “Big’un.” “Big’un, what are you doing?” While it often felt that Big’un spent all of their time playing with Littl’un, throwing them in the air, chasing them around the cave, occasionally Big’un would retire to the pretty cave. The pretty cave was unlike the front cave. While the front cave was dark, wet and foreboding, the pretty cave was bright. Filled with wood and brass furniture, and best of all shelves of felt, furs, feathers which Big’un let Littl’un play with, even fashioning into costumes for royalty, knights or explorers. Big’un looked up from their work, their single bulbous eye magnified by a large glass held in place by what seemed a crown of gold. On their left hand’s little finger, a purple felt nub was was tightly fastened and Big’un was carefully embroidering gold stitch into a bunch of grapes. They watched as Littl’un climbed up the chair on a series of rungs that had been etched into the legs and back allowing them to find their favourite place nestled into Bug’un’s shoulder. “Well littl’un, you know how I makes you costumes and such for our games?” Littl’un nodded. “The reason I cans be doing such stitching and fashioning is because I make these here hats.” Littl’un frowned. “But that hat is too small for you and it be too big for me!” “You’re right. I make it for guests who sometimes drop by here parts and pay me for the work. “Pay?” “Yes, although I’m good with fabrics and materials, I can’t make no chair, desks and shelves. And I buy most of the things I turn into your costumes.” Big’un paused. “Would you like to meet someone I work for?” “Yes, please!” “They’ll be around here next week. You’ll have to do exactly as I say. Ways outside the cave differ from our fun.” Who does the Ogre work for? A) A local city has certain patrons in the know who come out to the mountains to get the finest in haute couture hats. B) Monsters, fae, creatures from the Wyld venture into the natural realm for the sole reason of owning one of Big’un‘s hats. C) ...
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Feb 16, 2019 12:07
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C: Why not both?
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Feb 16, 2019 12:48
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B, Medusa and other monsters with 'non standard head shapes'.
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Feb 16, 2019 13:18
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Yes, please! c) Why not both?
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Feb 16, 2019 13:33
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C. Why not more than both?
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Feb 16, 2019 14:19
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C: The Ogre's cave is a sort of neutral zone. The city's wealthy women may not like it, and may talk behand their hands at it, but they pay the price and go anyway. The gorgons, harpies, and other creatures do the same. They all come for the hats. Why are these particular hats worthy of such things? Let's find out!
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Feb 16, 2019 17:15
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Obviously they're magic hats. Of course we would never put curses in them. Or mind control backdoors...
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Feb 16, 2019 17:20
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Cloud Potato posted:C: Why not both?
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Feb 16, 2019 17:20
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C Both. As long as you've got a head, we can hat it.
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Feb 16, 2019 20:07
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Outrail posted:Obviously they're magic hats. Bunnies, on the other hand... tons of them. The hat making ogre is also secretly a bunny breeder, making sure every magician can draw one out of his hat
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Nyaa posted:C. Why not more than both? Deadmeat5150 posted:C: The Ogre's cave is a sort of neutral zone. The city's wealthy women may not like it, and may talk behand their hands at it, but they pay the price and go anyway. The gorgons, harpies, and other creatures do the same. They all come for the hats. People travel in from all over, from lands strange and hostile, icy deserts, suffocating abundance, beautiful and terrifying, and they bring the weirdest and most fascinating news and stories.
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Feb 16, 2019 20:30
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Ok, so the child will experience both the cultures of the mortal world and the Wyld in the neutral zone of the Big’un’s Wonderful Hat Emporium.
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The first time Littl’un saw outsiders was a shock. They had always imagined that grown ups were Big’un size. Instead, secreted away in a hidey hole scraped into the wall of the front cave they saw a puny group, no taller than Big’un’s belt, tentatively enter and form up by the mouth. The group was made of four in matching blue and red uniforms striped from ruffled shoulder pads to shiny boots. The guards each held a pole with a blade affixed to the end and glanced around seemingly blind to the darker parts of the cave. In their midst stood a Knight in full plate, visor down with a bright red plume on his helm and his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Behind their formation were two others. One was wearing a billowing dress of powder pink and a fox mask. The other a navy jacked with a thick fur collar and a wolf mask. These two seemed composed and unafraid. A great thudding noise accompanied Big’un’s approach. While Littl’un felt like that solid beat matched the relaxed pace of their heart, the guards seemed to hop with every coming step. Big’un strode confidently out of the darkness. The furs and hides a stark contrast to the finery of the guests. Littl’un had seen Big’un in silk, wool, cotton, fur cloaks, in grandeur and simplicity. But here their contrasting garment seemed to declare the Ogre’s separation and wild nature in contrast to the small group’s order. “Lord and Lady, you are granted the peace of my cave.” With Big’un’s greeting the guards all relaxed returning to a position of ease. “We accept your peace.” With the Lady’s reply the knight bowed to Big’un and proceeded out followed by the guards. Once they were alone Big’un smiled broadly. “Let’s retire somewhere a little more comfortable.” Littl’un followed the three as they wound their way through the caves until they stopped in the midst of an empty cavern. However, upon Big’un laying his hand on a plain patch of wall the cave walls transformed to glass and what had been a squalid den became a bright Atrium. Instead of stone, through the glass roof Littl’un could see lizards flying like birds. Clouds like ships teemed with creatures she couldn’t make out. In the middle was a hatstand which the Lady rushed to in glee. Big’un close behind. The lady grabbed a green cloche with silver strands that wound and unwould themselves in a silver spire above it. She picked up and turned it in her hands. “Barolfo you’ve done it again. This is perfect.” But as Littl’un was caught up in rapture at the beauty of the Atrium and Big’un’s creations they stood unhidden in the doorway, as they looked around their eyes met the Lord’s directly. In a few strides the Lord was kneeling before Littl’un. “Why now, Barolfo, what is this?” The Ogre’s smile was caught frozen. It seemed tense like it wanted to spring into action. To clutch Littl’un and hold them safe, but bound to stay where it was. “That… that is my child…” The Lord’s countenance was unreadable behind his Lupine gaze. “Why I never knew congratulations were in order. But this is no Ogre. You are human are you not? And perhaps even one day even a A) Lord B) Lady
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Feb 17, 2019 12:08
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Feb 17, 2019 15:51
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C, the Urchin is so filthy and covered with skins its impossible to tell.
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Feb 17, 2019 17:24
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B We will wear those hats ourselves one day.
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It's a girl!
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It's a proud and strong human girl who don't need no thing from no man.
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