Type: LARP
Author: Tom Kelly
Date: 5/09
Teaser:
“Wisidang! We’re going to crash!”
Wind rushed along the deck of the Thundervoip, making the wings ripple. Captain Wisidang stood at the wheel, shunting the wind around himself by blowing air from his mouth.
The verdant ground of Uul was rapidly coming closer, but Wisidang wasn’t looking at it. He was staring at his rival, Skiks the Kid, Captain of the Stormshine. She was holding onto the wheel of her ship, staring back.
First Mate Ginnels yelled again: “We should pull up!”
“Not until Kid does!” Wisidang replied. “Tell crew they can parachute out if they don’t have the guts!”
“They already did!”
“Good thing I’ve still got you, then, Ginnels! That’s why you’re my First Mate; you’re reliable!”
“Actually, I’m abandoning ship!” Ginnels called from the side of the ship, “Good luck!”
Grumbling, Wisidang continued to stare at Kid’s purple eyes. They got closer, closer, closer…
“You’d better turn your ship up!” Kid yelled. “’Cause I’m not gonna!”
“I’m not going to either!” Wisidang retorted.
“Then I guess we’re gonna crash!”
A large vine snapped around the Thundervoip; they'd gone through the canopy.
“Maybe if we both turned up at once?!”
“Okay!” In unison, they turned their wheels.
Nothing happened.
"Crud!" yelled Kid. "Our powerers jumped off! We can't st-"
The ships converged, hulls splintering. The magic-motion converters collided, and exploded. The Stormshine and the Thundervoip burned as one wreck.
But the captains were already airborne. Wisidang spun his arms, telling the wind to soften his fall. Kid landed next to him.
They stood there, silently, watching their ships crackle and smoke, was the fire spread slowly into the jungle, sputtering against the moisture. Slowly, they turned to look each other in the eye.
“Last one to set foot on Nolix…” Wisidang trailed off.
“…is a melted cannon! Seeya there!” Kid said, and leaped off.
“Not if I get there first!” yelled Wisidang, flailing his arms. The wind punched him forward.
Daku trudged up the slope, apprehensive about what he was about to do. The sun glared down at him, drying his tears and mocking his grief.
“Fucking sun.” he commented.
His bamboo armor, made by him on the road, clinked against itself. For once, he found it annoying rather than musical.
Not that he cared much. His armor was probably about to be eaten by demons, anyway. His soul, too, if he really had one. He probably didn’t. A soul would’ve stopped him from doing what he’d done.
“Zel dammit…” he muttered. “In fact, damn Zel too, the bastard.” He looked up at the sky. “Hear that, Zel? I said you’re a bastard. All that power and you don’t bother to save your own followers…”
His heart wasn’t in it, though. He knew this wasn’t Zel’s doing, even if he existed. No, Daku himself was to blame for what he’d done. What a surprise.
But he wasn’t going to mope about it, and he wasn’t going to get over it either. He had a much better idea.
He was going to kick down the door of impossibility, send fate spiraling into chaos, and stab death in the face.
He came to the top of the slop, and saw a circle, suspended in the air. Through it, he saw a jungle, with trees unlike any he’d seen on Nolix.
“Yeah, that’ll be it,” he said. “Akali, here I come.”
He charged, jumping through the portal.
Character:
“There is something you must understand about evil,” the priest explained to the congregation. “It is easy for us to dismiss bandits and criminals as ‘evil,’ stripping them of their humanity. But they are no more evil than us. Just as we are victims of their actions, they are victims of evil itself. It seizes them, and forces them to act against their senses of right and wrong. Evil is not something we can be, but something we can do. No one is truely evil.”
“I am.” said a gravelly voice from near the front of the church. There was a chorus of shocked gasps, and every head turned to the man who had said those words. He jumped up, stepped on the head of the woman sitting in front of him, and leaped at the priest, who screamed as the man frenetically stabbed him in the chest with a serrated knife.
More murderers popped out of the congregation, whipping out concealed weapons. The congregation panicked, rushing for the exists, fighting with their bare hands, hiding under the pews, crying in anguish and pain, sitting paralyzed with fear and disbelief, dying.
Standing on the bloody remains of the priest, Quab shouted over the din. “I dedicate this carnage to living Ozer who, in his frozen tomb at the floor of the world, feasts on the sins of humanity!”
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You’re Mizelane, harbinger of entropy, cultist of Ozer. You are a human.
You were raised in an orphanage in one of the poorest districts in the city of Aelis, where you saw crime, desperation, and oppression at the hands of the Zelist prefects.
It was there that you discovered your power: You could make things die faster. Throughout your adolescence, it helped you survive on the streets.
That is, until a prefect caught you. You were imprisoned, and tortured. The prefects wanted you to confess to having consorted with demons to get your power, which you hadn’t. One night, lying in your cell, you had a fervid dream:
You were walking across a field of screaming faces, ripping at your soul with their tortured voices. They were silent only when you stepped on them. In the distance, you saw a mountain, stretching up higher than you could see. You climbed the mountain for what seemed like an eternity, until you reached the top. Standing on the peak, you were surrounded by true non-existence.
It was peaceful. You awoke with a dark enlightenment: You saw that the world was a twisted, malevolent place, that disguises suffering and tragedy as pleasure and happiness. The only true serenity shall be in the icy void that the universe will become. You plan to do your part in ushering the world into oblivion.
The prefects kicked you out to make room for more prisoners. You walked the streets, euthanizing prisoners of existence. One night, a pair of prefects cornered you in an alley. As you grappled with one of them, the other shot at you with a crossbow, and missed, hitting his partner.
You looked at the prefect who had fired the crossbow, and beckoned to him. He saw the peace of the void in your eyes, and followed you. You learned that his name was Hiles, and you left Aelis with him. Ironically, you joined a group that spreads pain throughout the world: A Cult of Ozer, recently named the Burning Wolves. Given their predilection for happy murder, you’re confident that they’ll help quench the flame of life.
The Burning Wolves are led by Low Priest Quab, a man with a heart as black as the void. You wander the plains, burning down churches and slaughtering villages.
Needless to say, you've made an abundance of enemies: The Knights of Zel are always hunting you, and the Anti-Zelist Rebels, still bound by their pitiful morals, get into constant skirmishes with the Ozerists.
The Family of Orphans, a gang of rebels led by a former Zelist knight named Klamava, have become rivals to the Burning Wolves.
Yesterday, the Wolves and the Family entered the same village. Instead of fighting there, they agreed to a rumble in the hills to the north.
How Game Went: So, again, I didn't get to play this game. I didn't even hear about how it went, really. But I did get to play the character the following season! Also, it was a pretty sweet character sheet.
Also, the Survey: (Because it's worth posting)
Nolix%Uul Survey
Name?!
Age?!
Number of bootlegs/tavern scenes played?!
Other roleplaying/acting experience?!
Are you comfortable/interested in playing a character with psychological problems? And if I give you such a character, will you be able to get out of character safely?
Do you want to skip the rest of these shenanigans and just let me cast you as whoever I want to?
(If yes:) Are you sure?
(If no:) Then let the shenanigans commence! Here's some persona-type-things. Indicate which ones appeal to you.
- Hero
- Outcast
- Kid
- Knight
- Bandit
- Angel
- Demon
- Soldier
- Lover
- Cultist
- Leader
- Rebel
- Wizard
- Rogue
- Blademaster
- Slut
- Ghost
- Rockstar
- Priest
- Secret-Agent
- Explorer
- Sky-Sailor
- Zealot
What's your favorite kind of…
- Bread?
- Cheese?
- Meat or lack thereof?
Yes or no to…
- Tomato?
- Mustard?
- Mayonnaise?
- Lettuce? (The only acceptable answer is yes)
- Pickles?
- Avocado?
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