Das Ding aus einer anderen Welt (PbP recruitment thread)
Posted: Sun Apr 03, 2016 8:56 pm
Oh, hello! Inspired by Gnomeboy's delightful BTiLP, I've decided to turn another Carpenter/Russell classic into a DCC funnel. I'm roughly half way through writing it as of this post. I would love to run a test drive here if I have some willing and frequently posting individuals.
Teaser:
You are members of a remote fishing village on the frozen sea of [name to come later]. Contact with the outside world is so rare that you would regard outsiders with surprise and suspicion. This isolation has lasted for so many generations that your language has drifted away from that of any other inhabitants of the sea. Despite this isolation, your people have found a way to eek out a life of subsistence by foraging, fishing, and the using milk, hides and meat of your reindeer herd.
It’s mid winter. A light snow is falling, accumulating on top of decades of permafrost. You are performing your daily tasks, fishing, foraging, feeding the reindeer, etc. Off in the distance you hear the sounds of an unintelligible language shouted by more than one voice. The voices are getting closer, the words are rough but seem familiar. A reindeer gallops out from the coniferous forest to north. Its gallop seems uneven, probably from wounds and exhaustion.
A few seconds pass before three men - wearing strange clothing and carrying objects never seen in your village - break out from the tree line and are chasing the reindeer, shouting in that incomprehensible language, and throwing spherical objects that burst into fire and shiny rocks as they nearly hit the reindeer. You and other nearby villagers cannot comprehend the chaos as it makes its way toward the outer line of your huts - reindeer are docile when treated properly and are revered in your village. A few of the villagers ready their spears at the pursuers as the reindeer limps into your midst and cowers.
Who's in? Note that I'll probably start this adventure within a week or so.
Teaser:
You are members of a remote fishing village on the frozen sea of [name to come later]. Contact with the outside world is so rare that you would regard outsiders with surprise and suspicion. This isolation has lasted for so many generations that your language has drifted away from that of any other inhabitants of the sea. Despite this isolation, your people have found a way to eek out a life of subsistence by foraging, fishing, and the using milk, hides and meat of your reindeer herd.
It’s mid winter. A light snow is falling, accumulating on top of decades of permafrost. You are performing your daily tasks, fishing, foraging, feeding the reindeer, etc. Off in the distance you hear the sounds of an unintelligible language shouted by more than one voice. The voices are getting closer, the words are rough but seem familiar. A reindeer gallops out from the coniferous forest to north. Its gallop seems uneven, probably from wounds and exhaustion.
A few seconds pass before three men - wearing strange clothing and carrying objects never seen in your village - break out from the tree line and are chasing the reindeer, shouting in that incomprehensible language, and throwing spherical objects that burst into fire and shiny rocks as they nearly hit the reindeer. You and other nearby villagers cannot comprehend the chaos as it makes its way toward the outer line of your huts - reindeer are docile when treated properly and are revered in your village. A few of the villagers ready their spears at the pursuers as the reindeer limps into your midst and cowers.
Who's in? Note that I'll probably start this adventure within a week or so.
