@Yakuno

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SECRETS

Can you link me to your character brief again

sure thing

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1N8rU9Yi2EEViZ1SD7XCu6BdsXuKcKVxVLV9v-ZK_Yk8/edit?usp=sharing

Okay. gimme a few minutes.

sure

If you're going to use your experience points to get any skills/improve any attributes then do so now

Okay. Do I use the World Anvil character sheet or?

Yeah, use that for the time being

okay

No talents for now

Got it. Then it's going to be human/labourer and raise Brawn to 5 and Willpower to 2

Soldier Career seems closest so lets go with that

Alright

Chose your skills yet? Remember you get one from your Archetype

I get Athletics for free at rank 1

Yeh

And you can increase it for free through your career

And then I choose Brawl, Melee, Ranged and Vigilance

Alright.

How materialistic is Rin?

Somewhat. Cares enough to not want to be broke, but doesn't care about being rich

How curious is Rin?

Not at all curious

How eager is Rin to try new things?

Not eager.\

Great.

Time seems to slow down as you watch the approaching length of the guard's baton. It's going to hit. There's no doubt about that. And it's going to hit hard. Potentially fatally hard. There's no escaping it, though. Not nearly enough time to react. You can only watch the inexorable approach until finally the blow lands. Your ears ring, like your skull has been struck by a bell. Pain is the only word that you can use to describe the world through your eyes. You struggle to cling to consciousness, fighting the darkness encroaching at the edges of your consciousness, but it's a losing battle. You scarcely feel gravity giving up its hold on you as you fall to the ground.

When you come to, you're somewhere else entirely. You can feel the floor underneath your fingers. It's smooth, without blemishes. It feels slick, and the air is filled with a coppery, metallic tang. The only light in the room comes from the gap between two curtains, and the light is an angry reddish-yellow that falls onto a pedestal in front of you. A small golden fruit levitates two inches above the pitted stone surface, glinting as it bobs up and down.

Rin slowly stands up, steadies herself and pats herself down to make sure she is not missing any limbs or is not severely wounded. She tries to recall what exactly happened and then proceeds to look around and take in her surroundings, looking for anyone that might be present or anything she can use to defend herself in case someone attacks her. She keeps an eye on the floating golden fruit for a moment afterwards trying to understand how it can stay suspended in midair.

A quiet breeze stirs through the room as the darkness around you deepens. The bottom of the curtains ripple from the motion of the wind. The light seems to pulse insistently, the fruit gleaming even more enticingly. It's almost as though you can hear voices in the quiet whisper of the draft winding around the room, caressing your skin with its cool, dead touch. Desire to pick the fruit up stirs in the pit of your stomach, like a slimy worm twisting in your gut.

Withdrawal is a bitch, and Rin knows it well. The darkness she experienced remains as echoes better left forgotten in her mind. Perhaps the fruit is the tool she must use to get through this new nightmare of hers? She breathes heavily as she quickly makes her way over it, as quickly as she can at least, trying to grab it, hoping that she will find some use for it. At worst, it can be her new 'fix'. At best, it will drive the dark away.

Your fingers close around the small golden fruit. It can't be larger than a plump cherry. Its surface is covered in a slick, oily substance that stains your fingers, making them shimmer with a rainbow iridescence in the angry reddish-yellow light. From this close you can smell the sweet, delectable scent of the fruit, but at the same time you can feel a tarry black malice underneath the skin of the fruit, pulsing almost like the beating of a sinister heart. Your earlier desire to touch the fruit curdles into a twisted, horrific craving to eat it. (I'm having you make a roll after this one.)

== GAME TEXT ==

Make a Discipline or Cool check

This falls into my flaw

So I have to take a bite

Alright. It's going to be a Hard check. If it plays into your flaw, I'm going to give you two boost dice and one setback die.

What's your Willpower and what's your Discipline/Cool rank?

Did you increase either with Experience?

Willpower 2, Disc/Cool 0

Flaw= Addiction: Rin is addicted to a need to feel a good adrenaline rush. Sometimes she will use substances to get into it.

And no, no increase with EXP

on either\

g2 b2 p3 k1 is going to be your roll.

Just put in !r g2 b2 p3 k1

!r g2 b2 p3 k1

(edited)

@Yakuno, results:

1 2

... Crap

!genesys

D1-C3 will now use genesys dice

Try again. XD.

Luck game mate

!r g2 b2 p3 k1

(edited)

@Yakuno, results:

2 2

== END GAME TEXT ==

You're halfway through bringing the fruit up to your mouth, but the eagerness, the joy, the ecstasy that you can feel through the malice beating through it unsettles you. You hesitate. It's enough to break the spell. Intense revulsion courses through you, your instinct to fight or fly kicking into full gear. The fruit leaps from your hand and back onto its pedestal and an ear-piercing shriek blasts from it, making your ears bleed, and your insides liquefy. The curtains slam together, plunging you into a deep, eternal void.

(am I dead?)

(No.)

(You have an opportunity to react here)

(By that I mean, react to the void)

Rin sees nothing anymore, as the darkness envelops her. Intense pain, ringing ears once more, she closes her eyes and tries to remember where the curtains where. Perhaps if she manages to get to them she can open them once more to let the light inside? There is no time to think; It is either fight or die, and Rin chooses to fight. She heads over to where she thinks the curtains are and tries to let the light inside once more.

Your fingers wrap around cloth... or do they? You squint in the sudden, intense, sterile light that floods your vision. It flickers. Sparks rain down from a ceiling that you can't currently see. You're holding onto a set of iron bars. You're standing in a cell. The cell door is slightly open, hanging outward from a single hinge, creaking as it swings black and forth. The floor outside is slick with blood, and all the way down either side of the hallway, you can see lights flickering, sparks raining down from above. The corridor is strewn with broken fluorescent lamps and crisscrossed with cracks. It is quiet. Absolutely quiet. As you take your first tentative steps, you feel shards of black crystal crunch under your bare feet.

Rin takes a few seconds to adjust to this sudden burst of light that floods her vision. She kneels down and sees if she can pick up one of the black crystal shards to use as an improvised stabbing tool in case of emergency. The door behind should be closed and so it is, or at least, Rin tries to close it behind her. She then starts heading forward quietly and carefully, as getting her feet injured at this point would be a terrible thing to happen. She keeps her hearing sharp, it is possible she is not alone here. She continues heading down the corridor, following the trail of blood.

You're in a prison facility of some sort. It feels faintly familiar. But then again, all prisons are. Puddles of blood, thick, slick, and oozing are scattered throughout the place. You shiver as you make your way through the building, and eventually you find a door branded with an angry red sign that says "EXIT." You push open the door and you hear the sound of a bell tolling. The deep, bass resonance makes your body, your bones tremble. And as you step outside, into a grey, lifeless city, into a driving, ice-cold rain, you know where you have to go: the crumbling edifice of the cathedral that looms over the centre of it all.

"It's now or never..." Rin whispers to herself as she steadies herself, takes a good look around and stands up. There is no time to waste, the rain is making her shiver, the loud toll of the bell echoing around her making it hard to hear, her eyes finding it hard to see past the flooding torrent coming from the sky. She grips the piece of black crystal in her hand and focuses on her next destination, one which appears to be just right. It is time to run. If anything is out there it would be nigh-impossible to even notice as things are... but doing nothing is just not what Rin does. With that thought in mind, Rin pushes through the rain and pain and starts running.

(And Scene)