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This is a CYOA game exploring the prelude of a fledgling vampire in 16th Century Naples. You are outside the city of Napoli, your bare feet damp with the shorewaters of an ancient crater-lake. Its surface ripples only mildly in the calm night air, but still manages to reflect in a thousand different points both the half-moon and the bright comet in the sky above The people of this time mark the year as 1577, the month as November, and the day as the 17th. Historians would eventually label this as the very beginnings of the Age of Sail, the middle of the Elizabethan Period, or simply the Early Modern Renaissance. For you, this would be the night of your death. A Fledgling in Napoli is the story of your embrace. Of your introduction to the requiems of the vampiric world, and your addiction to the secret cults and mysteries of the Ordo Dracul. Path of Fate posted:Every Path begins with a single step... You are...
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# ? Dec 29, 2020 04:32 |
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Sybil
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# ? Dec 29, 2020 05:08 |
Sybil
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# ? Dec 29, 2020 05:44 |
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King me, maestro!
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# ? Dec 29, 2020 08:51 |
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Ei choose Death
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# ? Dec 29, 2020 13:12 |
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Eidolon
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# ? Dec 29, 2020 14:05 |
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Eidolon
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Eidolon
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# ? Dec 30, 2020 02:28 |
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You are... (2) (1) (4) [Death]: ...the Eidolon Daniello Bartoli, Jesuit Historiographer (1608-1685) posted:Whatever else historians and poets have written about the much feared and cherished Lake Avernus, here is the truth found with my very own eyes. After slipping free from the clothes which might hinder your movements, you begin to wade forward into the murky waters of Lake Avernus. There used to be villas and vineyards along the banks of this place, but in your grandparents' time earthquakes devastated the area, swallowing entire villages into the earth. It takes some time before you divine your final course. You swim toward the darkest waters, ignoring the brackish taste of salt and sulphur as you cut through the wind-blown waves. Path of Fate posted:What is the overriding force that has pulled you to this moment?
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# ? Dec 30, 2020 18:54 |
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Clarity
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Sacrifice
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Clarity
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Loneliness
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# ? Dec 30, 2020 20:37 |
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Loneliness
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# ? Dec 30, 2020 20:49 |
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Take up your Sword!
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# ? Dec 31, 2020 06:39 |
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Eight of Cups - Loneliness
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# ? Jan 2, 2021 03:38 |
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Loneliness
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# ? Jan 3, 2021 02:24 |
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Pulling you to this place is... (4) [Eight of Cups]: ...Loneliness (3) (1) Tally: One Experience, Two Beats. The further you swim from the rounded shore of Avernus, the more a sense of inner resolve washes over you. The bitter flavor of the lake lessens somewhat as the depths increase below. You begin to feel distinct and invisible currents - some warm, some cold, some which still taste of chemical or sting the eyes. But each fades quickly as you continue to advance, giving your own sense of self in this moment a more anchored sensation. Thoughts of the human connections in your past gradually ease from your mind - the deaths, the abandonment, the betrayal - they were all fading, as if each tiny droplet which found its way to your tongue was a part of the Ameles Potamos itself. The air grows thicker around you, and you tread in place for a moment to clear the water from your eyes. The stars glow brighter now, the moon seems closer - all writ large across the sky. The night, on the other hand, feels darker, as if its colors were foreign and unknown to you. As you stare at the strange but familiar sky, you just barely catch the faint notes of a song. It carries on the wind, or perhaps the water itself - weaving through the lake alongside the currents which accompanied you. A lone voice, mixed among the rustling of leaves and the ripples of darkened waves. You cannot make out the words specifically, nor identify the aspects of the singer's voice. Still, the resonance of the song settles in your ears. Path of Fate posted:The music which beckons you sings of...
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# ? Jan 4, 2021 00:35 |
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So five beats turns into an Experience, and tarot card values correspond to both the beats rewarded for not picking and the theme and relative strength of the effect. What can we do with an Experience? I’m leaning toward Creation. Dr Subterfuge fucked around with this message at 02:11 on Jan 4, 2021 |
# ? Jan 4, 2021 02:07 |
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Creation
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# ? Jan 4, 2021 02:12 |
Immorality
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# ? Jan 4, 2021 02:20 |
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Dr Subterfuge posted:So five beats turns into an Experience, and tarot card values correspond to both the beats rewarded for not picking and the theme and relative strength of the effect. What can we do with an Experience? Initially, tarot cards drawn equate to the themes of the next character/narrative choice. Non-winning theme votes are converted to beats. It's a little experimental. More tarot mechanics will be revealed through play. Randy Pausch, in The Last Lecture posted:Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted. For spending, as this is my first CYOA, I wanted to err on the side of the narrative over mechanics, but was planning to do a crunchier chargen once the 'embrace' is complete. That should give us time to figure out the base themes / background and come at things from a group perspective.
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# ? Jan 4, 2021 03:21 |
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Immortality
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# ? Jan 4, 2021 04:16 |
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Pick up your Wand!
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# ? Jan 5, 2021 07:15 |
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Creation This is cool. Don't know much about this game but I like the tarot thing.
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# ? Jan 6, 2021 14:56 |
Immorality
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# ? Jan 8, 2021 01:08 |
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The music which beckons you sings of... (4) [King of Wands] Creation (3) (-) Tally: Two Experiences You change your course, now, swimming toward the song as best you can. You are quite close to shore before you see three figures waiting in the darkness along the lakeside. "Oh ho - your nose was right, mother." The closest of the figures dances a few steps into the water in surprise at your approach. "Someone made it through the Sirens, unbloodied even." A simple white shawl was all the attire she had bothered with. As your hands and feet reach the shore, she meets you, lending a cool hand to help you up and out of the muck. You were more tired than you expected - as evidenced by how much you needed the young woman's boost. When you'd caught your breath you asked... Who are you? Two other figures stood further back from the shore, though one was approaching the water as if to speak. In contrast to the maiden who'd met you, she's dressed quite a bit more completely. Soft white skirt, a hooded corset, pleated and bleached hair - and an ostentatious platinum cross held tight around her neck. "We are the unburied dead." She paused just away from the water's edge, speaking with a cultured tongue. You considered those words as you made it to shore, cooler now as your exertion wore off and the air stole heat from your wet skin. The third figure approached even more slowly, only when she had come into full view did you entirely cease to doubt what the second woman had said. A brown hare fell to the ground, bloody and unmoving, as if to prove the point even further. "Why do you seek the Elysian fields?" The second woman spoke again, mercifully giving you something else to focus on. I am done with this world. I am ready for the next. The maiden spoke up, "Won't anyone miss you out there?" She offered a sympathetic frown when you shook your head. "I'm sorry, love." The second woman acknowledged your readiness but cautioned, "Not all worlds which lie beyond this one are any more pleasant." But you'd cast aside these arguments long before, and they had no more effect on you now. As your resolve was proven, the three women showed their willingness to let you proceed. The youngest padded over to the second, addressing her as 'mother' and asking, "May I present the lots?" The second figure, mother, allows it - untying a small purse from her belt. The maiden bounded back to your side, proffering her new prize to you. "Take a coin for the boatman." Inside the purse were a number of golden coins, consistent in size and shape, but each with different symbols etched upon them. You reached in and pulled one at random. The coin itself somehow felt exactly like wood, it even had tiny rings throughout, as if it were the cross section of a pure gold sapling. As you examine the etching on the coin, there's a bit of awkwardness in the demeanors of the women - as if the symbol you'd drawn was unexpected. However, one voice quickly cuts into the silence. "I shall perform the blessing of the Voivode." Path of Fate posted:Which of these women spoke those words, entwining their destiny with your own? The choice of card will determine an important mentor in your story. The one who spoke was...
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Mother knows best
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# ? Jan 10, 2021 14:18 |
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The Crone
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The Maiden
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The Mother
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Mother
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# ? Jan 11, 2021 03:44 |
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Maiden
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The Seat of Power is Empty!
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# ? Jan 12, 2021 06:53 |
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The one who spoke was... [Ace of Pentacles]: ...The Mother (2) (1) Tally: Two Experiences, Three Beats The woman, Mother, steps forward and offers a frown of concern. "The Path of the Voivode is littered with suffering, my child. Suffering for the self and suffering for the lost." You had expected suffering, and you told her as much. Perhaps you even looked forward to it on some primal level. Life was suffering. How could it be a surprise that death was the same? The mother moved forward, placing a slender hand on your shoulder. She took the wooden coin from your grip, running her tongue across it, leaving a trail of sticky vitae along its surface. She placed it against your forehead, not across either of your eyes as you might expect - and it adhered. "Open the mind's eye. See the worlds beyond. Follow the song of creation." As she intones these commands, the air around you begins to feel dense. Like the beginnings of a storm. As she speaks, she reveals a small wooden spike - a knitting needle upon final inspection. She pierces the pointed rod through the palm of one hand until it punctures through the other side. She stares at the unbleeding wound for a long breath, and only after you have drawn two or three of your own does a viscous burgundy begin to flow from her flesh. Fingers jab at the slow wound, pressing the red to your chest and marking a symbol - the same that was on your chosen coin. As the blood stains your flesh, a lightning bolt of information rushes through your mind all at once: Path of Fate posted:Despite, perhaps, your incomplete understanding of the ideas which infect your thoughts, you realize the mother is...
Gothic Rite fucked around with this message at 20:40 on Jan 17, 2021 |
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Daughter of Passions
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# ? Jan 17, 2021 01:59 |
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I have no idea what to make of any of that, so I rolled for it: Flavian Priest.
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Daughter of Passions
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Sister of Bones
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Sister of Bones
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