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Inception; A kingdom within a game within a dream within a fantasy
Topic Started: Jun 11 2015, 05:32 PM (538 Views)
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You have fallen asleep. Or have you? You don't remember going to sleep. Certainly you recall night coming, the getting ready for bed, perhaps even lying down, but that precise moment where the dream state overcame you just isn't there. No matter how hard you try to recall, you just can't quite shake the feeling that this isn't a dream. It certainly feels like one. A vast empty void with no solid surface. A round table with a single illuminating light hanging down, bathing the tiny area in a harsh subtle glow. The three other people who sit at the table with you. Perhaps you recognize them? Perhaps they were friends or enemies or lovers or acquaintances. Now however, that doesn't matter. All that matters is the game.

There is one who clearly does not belong. One in a hooded cloak, face shrouded in darkness. Their hands eternally covered by long tattered sleeves from which dice, and pawns and cards seem to fall onto the table in unnatural organization. The figure looks at you. How this is possible when they seem to possess neither eyes nor a face escapes you. But a single word seems to escape raspy lips of unknown age and gender "Choose".

And now comes the beginning of the game. With pawns and dice and cards laid out before you, which piece will serve as your avatar in the coming game?
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Maxwell glances around in confusion, floating in the void and 'swimming' in the air trying to discern roof from floor, until he spots the table and the other 'players'. Intrigued, he pulls himself towards them, a sense of gravity returning to him. Rotating and settings his feet down, finally he manages to feel some solid, though non-existent ground.

Upon taking his seat he's startled slightly by the hooded figure's voice. He casts his gaze down on the many knights. "... Bash Knight?" he looks that one over with a thin smile, contemplating his character. "... Turtle Knight..." he quirks his brows and pouts slightly at those double shields, but averts his gaze at those cons. Those players next to him... he's not sure whether he'll be playing WITH them or AGAINST them. "... Martyr Knight." he picks the model up, rotating it a bit before checking the card. "Hrm..." he furrows his brows, seeming to contemplate the risks this one brings with themself. After what seemed like an eternity mulling it over he heaves a sigh and nods assertively, setting the card and the model in his corner.

With that out of the way, he looks up to the others, his gaze stopping on the indistinguishable entity.
"... So... what are we playing?" he unrests his back from his chair and sets an elbow on the table, giving an skeptical look.
Edited by Maxwell Vahlok, Jun 12 2015, 10:17 AM.
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Groaning, the scholar blink his eyes open, feeling a bit of discomfort on his back. ‘Had something dislocated while I slept?’ He thought, before fully pushing himself up to a standing position...with no aches at all. Was he not still injured? He looked around, and for some reason, was compelled to sit down. He then saw before him a table, laid out with cards and pieces before them. Or had the table always been there? He looked to and fro at the figures, feeling like he should maybe recognize them, but just could not place it.

Looking at the pieces, he pondered over them as he was told to choose, reaching to a few of the ones nearby, looking them over. One caught his eye in particular. A little lizardlike being, quite well armored, and hefting a massive, oversized Crossbow over his shoulder. “Reptile Ranger, the Kobold Knight.” He said, reading the card aloud, smirking a bit at the alliteration of each title.

“Yes..I must ask the same…what is this?”
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"Save the princess" the figure answered the two inquisitives at the table.

Nothing went over the cards and pawns respectively. Arcane knight seemed the obvious choice...but also seemed a bit too on the nose. Corpulant knight had some rather...interesting qualities, but also seemed to lack mobility. Nothing had to smirk as he came to his choice. "Dragon Knight" he said setting the card and pawn in front of him.

"Then let the game begin" the figure continued waving their hand. All at once, the non-existent world fell out beneath them, as if they fell through a void and into a place of non-existence, and ground. As if plummeting from the sky the trio would land hard at the center of a crossroads, all the while looking down upon it. From the table they clearly saw twenty towers arranged radially around the three pieces at the center. At the top of each tower seemed to be a princess of some sort, and at the bottom were two cards laid facedown, one crossed over the other. It was fairly easy to tell which princess was which...but what the cards underneath held was a mystery.

"Roll your dice" the figure bayed. With some trepidation they all managed to. Maxwell rolling the highest, followed by Legarch and finally Nothing. As the trio stood at the twenty roads laid out before them, it seemed that the Martyr would be allowed to choose his path first. To which tower would he venture first?
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The young man snaps his eyes open when they start descending and holds onto his seat and the table with each hand... that is, until his fingers strangely pass through the board. He watches mortified as his arm dissipates into shreds, which in turn vanish in thin air, but the sight is blocked by a cloak of worn fabric that seems to grow around his neck and extend over his armless side, all while his clothes turn into scratched armor plates and the characteristic helm unfolds itself around his face. Once he's got his bearings and stabilizes himself, he spots a runic Troika sword lined with indentations on the ground in front of him. Feeling a strange kinship with it, he picks it up and gives a few practical swings. Realizing that he wields it like a natural, certainly because of his knight choice, he sets it on his shoulder and looks around, acknowledging the environment, but gives a startled jump when high up in the sky he sees all three players and the cloaked figure looming over them. Tentatively, he starts to pull up his helmet, but when he finishes doing so his vision is back to the point of view from his player self. Staring at the apparent host of this game warily, he speaks up: "Uhhh... I'm sorry, but this game seems fairly complex and well-invested. Is there any setting concept or backstory to get us better settled in?" he asks, then begins putting his helm back on, his point of view back to that of his pawn when the visor is in place. At this point, as the card master speaks over their heads, he takes a moment to acknowledge his 'fellows of knighthood'. Kobold and Dragon Knights... one of the players wasn't a familiar face, so with only the card information for reference he assumes he'll need to be persuasive to fall in his good graces. The other face, unfortunately, was all too familiar. Max makes a mental note to steer clear from him until he can be properly confronted.

The Martyr approaches the Kobold and bumps him slightly with his shoulder, then points with his sword towards the tower of the kobold princess and gives him a nod. "She's all yours, companion." he raises his thumb and rests the Troika on his shoulder again, now marching towards the tower of the dragon princess. With the backstory already informed at the point of this decision, he feels that it is only right to head to the source of the conflict. Not to mention... he can't help but be afraid of potentially facing two dragons this early on. "... One last thing, just to make sure. We're all allies here and the whole point of this is trying to rescue as many princesses from peril as possible, right?" he inquires, now right at the door of the fiery hurricane of a woman.
Edited by Maxwell Vahlok, Jun 13 2015, 12:09 PM.
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The master of this strange game ‘explained’ the game in the most quick, and curt sounding of manners, as the rest chose their cards and tokens. The Scholar gazed over his figurine for a short while, taking in the details of the strange lizard like creature. It certainly had some very fine craftsmanship. Looked like the bolt in the crossbow it held could actually let fly. He set the figure down, and looked at the hooded master of the game. He then looked at the dice before him, picking up, and rolling it. Seemed he was second in these odd proceedings. He set the figure down with the others.

As soon as his hand left its grasp of the figurine, he felt a sense of vertigo, his eyes wide as wind whistled in his ears, unable to say a word in panic before he felt himself solidly on his feet again. A chill ran along his spine, and down quite a bit further than where his spin should have ended. His eyes blink open cautionusly, looking back and forth, through what looked like the slits of a helm. He reached up to pull the visor up, seeing his hand, or more accurately, his clawed paw. He held it before his face, gazing at it rather confused for several moments, before he looked at his other hand, hefting a rather large crossbow with practiced ease. He gazed, and saw that the two around him were also the game pieces that the others round the table had chosen. This was...a very intriguing situation. A strange dream? It felt more than that to be sure…especially with the one more than familiar face with him, now apparently turned quite draconic.

He could not look at the Dragon knight. Something about looking at the dragon invoked a thought of majesty within his mind, and his body felt like it should take a knee before such a grand draconic being. Kneeling before the avatar of Nothing did not seem like something dignified in the least, so he certainly kept his gaze away.

Legarch, or more accurately, the Kobold Knight, looked up at the Martyr knight, and nodded his head dutifully, hefting the crossbow over shoulder, and sliding the helm’s visor down protectively. “Just be sure you don’t become disarmed when you are taking your own path. Gods know you of all cannot afford it.” He said, a grin creeping along his reptilian muzzle. By all that was scaley that was so funny to the reptilian ranger. He lifted his hand, waving backwards at the Dragon and Martyr, before stalking down the path to the Kobold Princess’s castle. He had to take back her majesty to the kingdom. It was his duty to his people...or at the very least the duty his people saddled him with. As he trekked along, he looked over his equipment, making sure his crossbow strings were good and tight, and armor secure. He slowed as he got closer and closer though, taking his time, his reptilian eyes scanning the terrain carefully as he saw the tower grow closer and closer.
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The game master began, answering their questions; “Twenty princesses have been captured and now are locked in twenty towers by the malevolent dragon. Each stands locked in a tower waiting to be saved by a hero able to overcome their guardian and woo their hearts. However, time is limited. Soon the towers shall collapse and only the princesses you three save will survive. If you manage to save one, you may claim her dowry, or spend more time within the tower to retrieve her second dowry. If you still have time, you may be able to save another princess. Be warned however, that when the dragon lets loose her fearsome roar, all shall be trapped forever amidst the rubble. Now go brave knights, save your princesses, claim your rewards as their husbands, and pray that you are not caught when the dragons below is unleashed”

And now, they were left, setting off on each of their respective roads to each of their chosen princesses.
Martyr Knight vs. Time Knight

Kobold knight vs. Ceramic Knight

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The reptile ranger cracked open his eyes, having squinted them shit as the knight had gotten within less than 10 feet of him. The death blow was coming, he could feel it. He braced for it…but it never came. Opening his eyes, he saw the Ceramic knight, in nothing but his undergarments and helm, standing, transfixed by the feathered tip of the thick, solid quarrel’s feathered tip that now jutted out from between his ribs. The large knight toppled over, and breathed his last, a mournful toot from the kettle helm signaling his passing.

Heart racing, the kobold grinned happily. He’d done it! A masterful stroke! From somewhere high above an exclamation of joy could be heard, echoing the kobold’s sentiments. But no time for that now. Simply time to get to the princess.

He went through the door once the miasma cleared, only to have 4 bolts fly out just over the crest of his guardsman helm, whizzing off into the field. My, even for the Princess, her kobold trap-making instincts were still sharp. Protection against unruly folks that tried to get at her in her tower? A test of sorts? The quarrels were just above average kobold height. Whatever the case might be, he started to make his way up the stairs, rather carefully, his keen gaze watching for any more tripwires that might have been laid out.

He came across only one more, Another quarrel firing mechanism, that was again, just above kobold standing height. Not really designed to kill a taller humanoid, but it could possibly cripple, if not, possibly castrate an unsuspecting savoir. A thought that made the Reptilian ranger shiver.

He finally came across the door, and with little regard, opened the door to the top of the tower. Kobold’s really were not often ones for doors in their homes, often living communally. It was strange in his mind that he even knocked, but something tld him it would be…at least polite to announce his presence.

“Princess, I, Kobold Knight come to rescue you from this captivity.” He announced, before standing in the doorway, giving a salute to the Royal.
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Martyr hurried up the stairs, trying not to waste what little time was still left, along the 'climb' passing through rooms filled with piles and pools of gold and treasures. What caught his attention as he hurried by, however, was that most of the gold was partly molten and dangerously hot, some piles of gold sporting some well-defined bite marks. He swallows dryly and presses forward, jumping over sizzled treasure chests and traversing clean paths until the rest of the stairway could be reached. Finally emerging at the top of the tower - a throne room of sorts with more well-kept treasures laying around - it was time to greet the immense, blazing dragoness. He sets his sword down and politely bows his head.

"Alas, the time is nigh, Your Majesty... I was told that twenty princesses were captured and trapped in these twenty towers. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm under the impression that you're not exactly a captive like the others.
Edited by Maxwell Vahlok, Jun 15 2015, 08:53 PM.
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The Seduction of Dragon Princess by Martyr Knight

The Seduction of Kobold princess by Kobold Knight

The Seduction of Succubus Princess by Dragon Knight
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