Woah man I faked you all out, no one knew I was alive the whole tiiiiiiiime
The rest of the background, cut off just before the good stuff:
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With the birth of Dendar came the second Revelation-a God-slayer had been born to bring about the 'perfect death' of mankind, to swallow up the Gods with such finality that not even a fragment remained for their worshipers to draw power from. Only Dendar could deliver the 'perfect death', but first the pilgrim must be prepared for Dendar's maw. The pilgrim must:
I don't have as many screenshots as I might like.Sadly I deleted a fair amount pre-Darkening.
Conrad Edgerly was my/our sort-of rival. I was pleased how the conflict developed organically, mostly stemming from the disappearance of a Selunite priestess.
Formulative literature.
A meeting with a bard. One of my goals was to go after bards, historians, authors, writers- those dedicated to remembering the past. Unfortunately I never seemed to really meet any of efu's more prolific authors.
Memory-theft. The idea was that of all the things that could be taken from another person, it was the intangibles that were most precious of all, because they had to be surrendered freely. I was going to write a journal with all the memories I had stolen/shared and eventually work that into a shifter app, calling upon this storehouse of thought to assume various identities. Oftentimes things don't go as you planned.
The rest of the background, cut off just before the good stuff:
[hide=Philosophy]
With the birth of Dendar came the second Revelation-a God-slayer had been born to bring about the 'perfect death' of mankind, to swallow up the Gods with such finality that not even a fragment remained for their worshipers to draw power from. Only Dendar could deliver the 'perfect death', but first the pilgrim must be prepared for Dendar's maw. The pilgrim must:
- Leave no trace: The apocalyptic Darkening has removed the ties of blood- no family or friends can or will exist to remember Kasia. Those she encounters after that must remember 'no one' in order to ensure her perfect death. Kasia will never freely volunteer her name and will seek to look as non-descript as possible. Any scripted instance where her name is required will be refused, which will bar her from Upper Sanctuary. Any gear that emits light or otherwise draws attention cannot be equipped. If it was possible to leave the name space blank or put 'No one', I would.
- Open no accounts: We are born into this world without any obligations, and thus we must leave it the same. Of the many debts man may accrue, there is perhaps no greater allowance owed than to the Weave, and magic arcane and divine which makes so much possible. In order to ensure a perfect death, to prevent even the flow of magic from'remembering' her, the pilgrim must never imbibe magical brews or concoctions, nor benefit from the spells of priest or archmage. The only
- Make ready the road of the Nightmaiden: the final step to achieving a perfect death is to be consumed by Dendar the Night-Maiden, where both body and spirit can pass from existence and memory without outside intervention- no other death will do. To attract the appetite of Dendar, a suitable sacrifice must be readied. Ibrandul is such a God, as once it swallows the fledgling faith of Bresley and overcomes the titanic Ooze, the God's aspect will be irresistible to the Nightmaiden This goal is the impossible ideal Kasia can continue to strive for, and also clashes nicely with the first tenet- keep your anonymity while promoting the name of Dendar.
I don't have as many screenshots as I might like.Sadly I deleted a fair amount pre-Darkening.
Conrad Edgerly was my/our sort-of rival. I was pleased how the conflict developed organically, mostly stemming from the disappearance of a Selunite priestess.
Formulative literature.
A meeting with a bard. One of my goals was to go after bards, historians, authors, writers- those dedicated to remembering the past. Unfortunately I never seemed to really meet any of efu's more prolific authors.
Memory-theft. The idea was that of all the things that could be taken from another person, it was the intangibles that were most precious of all, because they had to be surrendered freely. I was going to write a journal with all the memories I had stolen/shared and eventually work that into a shifter app, calling upon this storehouse of thought to assume various identities. Oftentimes things don't go as you planned.