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Our Golden Age - RLCD - Teaser 27 - Twelve Character Paths Together
Our Golden Age - RLCD - Teaser 27 - Twelve Character Paths Together
Your name marks you as a city human. Not just a human Then they birthed you. The first humans, the creators
dwelling in a city, no. One of those that first made the of life, the namers of things, the dividers of lands, the
city that made the human. After all, a lumpen biped, all multipliers of capital, the sowers of human resources.
placid clay and malleable traits, can only truly become a
The nobles and the scions may claim to be closer to the
person in the city.
divine, and this may be true, but it is through no effort of
Once, there was no city and the Builders were alone in their own, no quality save luck and favor. The managers
their palace, in their celestial solitude. Their servants and servants may whisper how it was they who made the
were golems, things without souls, precipitated from the city run, but they did not make and guide and name it.
stuff of their void passage.
Back then, when there was just the One City, you were
there. Far when, once there is again just One City, you will
still be there. At the first, at the heart, at the summit.
You followed the path. Tyxo Iteration-23 adjusted their white collar of office and
reading monocle before the mirror prince. The divine
You did as the ministry mandated, you performed as
fragment observed them and chimed approvingly. They
society suggested, you became someone the regime
met the criterion for a professional representative of the
rewarded. And then something went wrong. Some speck
administrative class.
of rebellion, some daemon of doubt, drove you to hand
in your time card, pack in your company uniform, and Tyxo walked out to their desk, masking a limp. They had
walk out into the wide polychrome day. not saved up for a repair yet, and that would see them
relegated to a back office, where they would never have a
҈ chance to impress a mate and qualify for a reproduction
permit. At the desk, they turned on their console and
the orange glow soothed them. They installed their
mechanical ear and spoke in carefully modulated tones
when they heard the connection chime, “Hail human,
how can the administration make your day perfect?”
The best were Chosen. The Chosen are the best. The She heard the white-collar assume a defensive crouch.
proof of aristocracy is a perfect circle.
“Mastress, eh, you must be mistaken. Divine records
indicate that the de Freix estates on the Vulc have always
҈
been an Orange zone and, uh, are slated for review
Calissa de Freix breathed a sigh of relief as a human about, uh, downgrading to Red zone due to, uh, failure to
administrator answered. It was so hard to get through defend.”
to professional help these days, the Garden Authority
cycling her through a series of falšers instead. Named Nobles
1. Calissa de Freix. Hoped to pass her wonderful
“This is the Mastress de Freix, I’ve been calling
ancestral holdings to a suitable clone. Then a
for days! I reported barbarians on my estates, but
clerical error let ferals onto her lands.
instead of sending phylakes to kick them out, the
2. Sinqo od Chrein. While hunting heretics a luminous
Authority downgraded my estates to an Orange zone
void creature opened his eyes. His life, the garden,
and suggested I upgrade my defense budget. This is
all of it was a lie. Well, except their control of the
outrageous! The de Freix estates have been Green
regional quality control guilds.
zone since the Second Armadillo Expansion. Over 30
3. Vul ban Hadda Ling. Raised on tales of how its
generations! I demand you remedy this oversight,
ancestor conquered seven cities and won a place
reinstate the Green zone designation and send over a
in Heaven and a golden chair. Its withered ancestor
unit!”
still rules from the damned golden chair.
Scion
the bivouac floor.
The shell of the
source, code, reset bivouac was old,
from the seeding
Xoras scrambled down the long sun-bleached slope of
period. It would withstand …
the great atmosphere engine. Their reinforced boots
punched through the calcrete, leaving streaks of rust-raw “Brace!”
gravel exposed to the sun’s harsh electric light.
Xoras shrieked as the buffer fields anchored them in
The overgrown polyp writhed behind them. If that the middle of the shell. Then the bivouac shifted as the
chaotic tangle of tentacles and post-mechanical cancers polyp’s mad thrashing loosed the crusted regolith off the
tore free of its theca, it would take him and half the slope atmosphere engine’s iron-nickel flank.
down into the excavated channel below.
Ora et labora once dictated the terms of human life. Now, would fill them as their limbs toiled to perfect the more
in this eternal civilization, the gods no longer demand perfect plan.
prayer, for all who work here are saved. Work and your
Chinja-5-dash frowned.
life will have purpose.
Again, the dragon had come in the night. The
҈ monochrome scourge upon the human flock. It had
dodged the fences of four villagers’ minds and infected
“Servus humillimus, domine spectabilis,” murmured
them with error.
Chinja-5-dash as they awakened and the day’s
admonitions scrolled through their mind’s eye. The lord Today, Chinja-5-dash would again wield the cauterizing
had blessed them with their attention today. Meaning lance for Lord Cathedra.
In a flash it all rushes by. Your life flickers past your eyes. The Revenant's Unusual Path
There you were, a child. There, your master. Your true A dead hero, returned to life, drawn back by a strange
love. Your child. Your farewell. The journey, that epic destiny and a route from a pile of bones in a voidwalker
endless journey. And there, the nemesis. And then … suit to a creature of new flesh and skin. That is a strange
nothing. prospect. And somewhat horrific.
Did .. you die? Was it … no. Wait. You can feel yourself. The whole table should discuss if and how they want
You’re here. You open your eyes. Dark. Calm down. Deep such a character in their game.
breaths.
It doesn't hurt to try—if it turns out to be a bit much,
You can’t breathe. just say the characters hallucinated one of them was a
You can’t breathe because you have no lips. No throat. skeleton after raiding that last archaeochemical complex.
No lungs. A little retcon never killed nobody.
You scream.
You were made. You know that. You did not awake Is this feeling you feel … joy? Perhaps. Perhaps
to consciousness. You are not even sure if you are something like joy.
conscious. Before there was nothing. No you. No world.
You have a purpose. What could be better than that?
Now you see the world. You respond to stimuli. You effect
your will upon the cosmos. You will fulfill your purpose. Ah, such purity, such clarity.
It gives you comfort as strange aeons rise and fall.
Who made you? God? Demon? Wizard? Accident? You
Perhaps … your memories fail sometimes? It is long, this
simply feel their mark upon you. Maker.
time. There are silences, darkness. Ages you rested in
But one thing is crystal clear. Your purpose. Certainly, it crypts, aeons you floated beneath seas. But your purpose
may take forever to accomplish, but … you don’t fret. You remains. And again and yet again a bearer will come, in
have forever. the fullness of time, to wield you and fulfill your purpose.
ABILITIES
(ST, EN, AG) LEVEL LIFE THEY ARE ... ... BUT ALSO
1 1, 0, 0 0 3 lowborn and malnourished proud and boastful
2 2, 0, 0 0 4 sickly and thin silent and sly
3 1, 1, 0 0 5 noble and stocky malevolent and cunning
4 1, 1, 1 0 6 lanky and unkempt arrogant and capable
5 2, 1, 0 1 7 portly and nimble kind and helpful
6 2, 1, 1 1 8 muscular and scarred humble and incompetent
7 2, 2, 0 1 9 slender and sinewy eager and innocent
8 3, 1, 0 1 10 voluptuous and elegant melancholic and sad
9 2, 2, 1 1 11 hollow and gaunt desperate and grim
10 3, 2, 0 1 12 gruesome and malformed determined and happy
11 3, 1, 1 1 13 wildeyed and mad loud and boisterous
12 3, 2, 1 2 14 clawed and clutching vicious and petty
13 5, 1, 0 2 15 handsome and disfigured somber and wise
14 2, 2, 2 2 16 bland and forgettable ominous and macabre
15 3, 3, 0 2 17 heavyset and ominous vivacious and bubbly
16 3, 3, 2 2 18 tough and pockmarked scared and cowardly
17 4, 2, 2 3 19 pretty and insubstantial hungry and greedy
18 4, 3, 2 3 20 cute and inoffensive angry and bereft
19 4, 3, 3 3 21 vigorous and unusual faithful and generous
20+ 4, 4, 4 4 22 shining and beautiful envious and insecure
"Tut tut," came the voice out of the worn synthrock. jewel and noösphere jack. Ah, I waffle. It must have been
a century? Homespun smock, rattan sandals, shepherd's
"Where do you think you're going?" it continued, "Yes, I
crook but no bi-comte's miter. You will do ..."
see you hear me. You think I'll ask you to stay a while and
listen? No, no ... I am not that kind of daemon. You hear The wizard's slap knocked the shepherd awake.
me now, now you cannot leave. Well, I suppose it doesn't
"Beware, young Ookle! Don't go listening to every
matter to you ... for you I am precisely that kind of
memory stone you find. Some are still alive and twitching
daemon. But, I was like you, once. A human of flesh and