Tunicate posted:

that's a labyrinth

chitoryu12 posted:

But also nobody is going to specify that their mansion comes with a “hedge labyrinth”.

chitoryu12 posted:

But also nobody is going to specify that their mansion comes with a “hedge labyrinth”.

Whybird posted:

Nah, if you're really gonna splash out you gotta go for a full-fledged hedge dungeon, with multiple floors and secret passages and wandering topiary.

Splicer posted:

That sounds expensive. Fortunately I have a hedge fund.

Yawgmoth posted:

Sounds risky too. It's always best to hedge your bets.

Agrikk posted:

Please. Tell us how you really feel. Don’t beat around the bush on this.

Jeffrey of YOSPOS posted:

Look, in rpgs, every maze has a minotaur in it. It's just how it is. They grow there. The plastic toy you get for a quarter at the grocery store where you move a little marble around a little maze has a minotaur in it. Deal with it.

Jeffrey of YOSPOS posted:

Look, in rpgs, every maze has a minotaur in it. It's just how it is. They grow there. The plastic toy you get for a quarter at the grocery store where you move a little marble around a little maze has a minotaur in it. Deal with it.

thespaceinvader posted:

I wonder where the point is that the definition happens, and how selective you can be. Because brains are really complex mazes, and manifesting a minotaur inside someone's skill seems like a good way to telefrag them.

chitoryu12 posted:

A supers game where one person's power is to manifest a minotaur inside anything that could conceivably be called a maze or labyrinth. This extends to metaphorical mazes, like a complex political situation or dealing with an angry spouse who just keeps telling you "I'm fine" and saying "Nothing" when you ask what's wrong.

chitoryu12 posted:

A supers game where one person's power is to manifest a minotaur inside anything that could conceivably be called a maze or labyrinth. This extends to metaphorical mazes, like a complex political situation or dealing with an angry spouse who just keeps telling you "I'm fine" and saying "Nothing" when you ask what's wrong.

chitoryu12 posted:

A supers game where one person's power is to manifest a minotaur inside anything

Reene posted:

quote:

House Furies

Reene posted:

The aesthetic of the game is a mix of Roman and 15th century Italian so yah.

I think we're pretty much committed to an Inquisition at this point too so we'll see where next session gets us.

Volmarias posted:

Incompetent intrigue best intrigue

quote:

My name is Th˙s of the Desert Sardi, Clan of the White Deer. I was born on the 12th day of the Month of the Deer during the Year of the Basilisk. I was the only son of Syrat, the chieftain of our tribe, and his consort Marta who died giving birth to me. Syrat was closed off about her and I never learned from whence she came or who her people were other than they we not Sardi. An only child, I was raised mostly by the clan’s Water Finder who taught me about the stars and the spirits and the power of living things and the power in the elements, though if she could somehow detect my abilities that would later manifest she never told.

Th˙s is my tribal name, though I sometimes go by Indirian or “Pepper” from my love of cooking. None of these are my True Name, of course. When I was born, my father whispered it into my ear and that secret probably died with him, but I get ahead of myself.

I am rather handsome if I do say so myself. I am shorter than average for my people though I retain the slightness of build and dark complexion of our clans of desert dwellers. I keep myself clean shaven and my shoulder-length black hair braided tight in lengths fastened at the ends with wood beads that I would eventually replace with silver once my wealth grew.

This journal will trace my story as I rose above the murder of my father and betrayal by my tribe to become the most powerful Archmage of the Roccanish Empire and the lands to the South, become the ruler of the Twin Jewels, and become the jailer of the Daughter of the Night.

quote:

In those days I spent my time among my tribe in the Valley of Zinj (Sardi. “Barren Scorched Earth”) learning our history and the Way of Things from the Water Finder and learning how to be a wise and strong ruler at the knee of my father as he did business with the families of our clan and with other clans in the surrounding hills. But mostly I explored the dunes and hills with my friend Kunara getting into mischief like six year old boys can. Only later, in hindsight, while enslaved by Tovilis the Merchant, the animosity that Kunara’s family held for my father manifested to me and how, years before, my father had become chief of our clan over Kunara’s. Only later did I realize that my father’s falling suddenly ill was their doing and that when the Water Finder was driven off, so went the last hope of my becoming chief or even leading a normal life. All I knew then was that, when my father died, part of me died and I was suddenly alone in a very big world.

I will never forget those times. It was the Month of the Owl of my sixth year when my father suddenly took ill and Kunara’s mother suddenly and vocally laid the blame on the Water Finder. It was amazing how Arya was able to turn the tribe so suddenly against the Woman Who Heals. One day all is normal, and the next, my father is ill and the next the Water Finder is driven from the camp in disgrace to die alone and forgotten in the desert. A week later, my father lay dead in the ground and I walked with my only friend Kunara among the dunes and rocks. In the distance we spotted a merchant wagon being pulled by beasts of burden. Excited for a change from my world, we rushed to greet the wagon, but before I could get close I was struck from behind and I went down hard into the sand. Dazed, I rolled over and a form blocked out the bright light.

Kunara bent and took my walking staff from my nerveless fingers and said, “Goodbye Th˙s. Never come back.”

He swung my own trusty walking staff at my head and all went dark.

PurpleXVI posted:

I'm not sure if non-personal experiences are acceptable content for this thread, but here's some loving poo poo:



abounds. Literal non-consensual GM-enforced ERP.