Vermios is a rotten little town out in the middle of nowhere. It was only built because the land was cheaper than the mud it consisted of, and people only stay because the train tickets to leave are more pricey than the cost of living in the Vermios. The town exists only to serve the meat industry, and is owned completely by the Grebble Meat Packing Company. You likely arrived by train, as there is nothing but swamp for miles, and you are likely only here for work or for the upcoming Pig Festival.
Locations:
The Guzzle: The rich part of town. Only one family lives here in actual houses, the Baudelaire family who essentially run Vermios. They are all malcontents with no self-awareness. This part of town contains the Town Hall, the Library, and the Apothecary.
The Gullet: The main part of town. Still doesn't look normal. There is a huge building where most people sleep, made entirely out of concrete and designed similarly to the town abattoir, albeit with less fanfare and respect. You will likely be spending most of your time here, as this is the location of the Gay Turnip Tavern, which doubles as a general store, and the train station, which only leaves once a week.
The Gut: The poor part of town. Used to be the religious center, but when the gods left, so did the divinity of the place. Contains such attractions as: the ghetto where the butchers sleep, the Abattoir, which is basically the church of our new corporate God, the church, which was stripped of all valuables (including pews) centuries ago, and of course, the ever-burning pyre outside of the church, filled with books, relics, and other things people wanted to forget.
The Grot: The catacomb/sewers under the town. Undead and other strange folks rejected by society stay down here, in the filth and corpses. Ornate carvings remain on the walls from when the town was built, and many of the dwellers down there seem to find the symbols comforting and familiar. Also the domain of Rat King Brock Verminous III, who rules the child gangs of Vermios.
The Grease: The dull, blasted waste of a swamp outside of Vermios. Pig farms tear apart ancient corn-harvesting equipment in hopes that they can keep their current equipment functioning for one more day. Heretics live in hovels and huts in the drier parts. And of course, the ancient, burned, sunken ruins of holy origins are here, far older than the town. They say you can see angels there from time to time, lamenting the absence of their gods.
You are likely in the Gay Turnip at the start, most likely drinking the day or night away, hoping for something to take your mind off your miserable situation. If only the bartender would just stop laughing...
Rules:
Keep it PG-13. It sucks, but not enough to get away with the typical Grimdark fare. No sexual content (light romance is okay), and spoiler or censor any particularly gory actions.
No gods. Celestials, fey, and fiends are allowed, but most of the planar rulers have turned their attention to somewhere else. Also, why on earth would a supremely powerful being turn their gaze of worthless little Vermios?
Please do not destroy things without purpose. This thread is connected to a pbp I want to do for my birthday, and while it isn't canon, I want it to be at least partially recognizable by the end.
Put the name of one of the locations in your first post to show you've read the rules.
Have fun! Or Redlight might whisk you away...
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A half-elf with pale chocolate brown skin and coppery short hair sits on the train, not seeing to notice it stopped. He is so focused on a small contraption made of bronze rings. He wears goggles on his eyes while he uses a hand-held welder to weld them together. He is dressed in a beige button-up, a brown vest, and a black rubber set of overalls. His hands are covered by large brown gloves to prevent burns. Besides him sits a satchel and a box of tinker tools.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
A half-elf with pale chocolate brown skin and coppery short hair sits on the train, not seeing to notice it stopped. He is so focused on a small contraption made of bronze rings. He wears goggles on his eyes while he uses a hand-held welder to weld them together. He is dressed in a beige button-up, a brown vest, and a black rubber set of overalls. His hands are covered by large brown gloves to prevent burns. Besides him sits a satchel and a box of tinker tools.
One of the attendants walks into the booth to get him before screaming and clutching his face, nearly blinded by the hand welder. He lets out a fairly long and profane string of words.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A half-elf with pale chocolate brown skin and coppery short hair sits on the train, not seeing to notice it stopped. He is so focused on a small contraption made of bronze rings. He wears goggles on his eyes while he uses a hand-held welder to weld them together. He is dressed in a beige button-up, a brown vest, and a black rubber set of overalls. His hands are covered by large brown gloves to prevent burns. Besides him sits a satchel and a box of tinker tools.
One of the attendants walks into the booth to get him before screaming and clutching his face, nearly blinded by the hand welder. He lets out a fairly long and profane string of words.
Edward turns off the welder imminently. He looks up, lifting his goggles "Oh, sorry. I forgot that stuff is bright."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A half-elf with pale chocolate brown skin and coppery short hair sits on the train, not seeing to notice it stopped. He is so focused on a small contraption made of bronze rings. He wears goggles on his eyes while he uses a hand-held welder to weld them together. He is dressed in a beige button-up, a brown vest, and a black rubber set of overalls. His hands are covered by large brown gloves to prevent burns. Besides him sits a satchel and a box of tinker tools.
One of the attendants walks into the booth to get him before screaming and clutching his face, nearly blinded by the hand welder. He lets out a fairly long and profane string of words.
Edward turns off the welder imminently. He looks up, lifting his goggles "Oh, sorry. I forgot that stuff is bright."
The attendant sighs. "Just... please just get off. The train stopped."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A 7'3" firbolg in bards clothes stands on stage, playing a pan flute. performance 24
*Are you forgetting something?*
Quite a few people smile and a few even clap or cheer. Given the disposition of this town, getting that reaction is an incredible feat.
*oh, yeah.*
the firbolg bows, then orders a drink and Guzzles it down
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"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
*oh, and Baalz, when will the first 5 people for the Vermios game be announced?*
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"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
From the tavern window, a towering skeleton, made out of the longest bones of several men and wearing a tattered green cape, is visible, walking through town with a horde of zombies behind it. They aren't attacking, but the skeleton will occasionally point something out with its hooked staff and say something in some strange and obscure language.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*oh, and Baalz, when will the first 5 people for the Vermios game be announced?*
*I was thinking next Monday, since I still want people to apply for now.*
*sounds good!*
The firbolg asks the bartender, "who's the skeleton?"
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"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
*oh, and Baalz, when will the first 5 people for the Vermios game be announced?*
*I was thinking next Monday, since I still want people to apply for now.*
*sounds good!*
The firbolg asks the bartender, "who's the skeleton?"
The chubby bartender smiles. "Oh, probably one of them sewer folk. Not sure what they want with us, but the police should take care of them when they do something illegal. Send em' right back down where they belong."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Vermios is a rotten little town out in the middle of nowhere. It was only built because the land was cheaper than the mud it consisted of, and people only stay because the train tickets to leave are more pricey than the cost of living in the Vermios. The town exists only to serve the meat industry, and is owned completely by the Grebble Meat Packing Company. You likely arrived by train, as there is nothing but swamp for miles, and you are likely only here for work or for the upcoming Pig Festival.
Locations:
The Guzzle:
The rich part of town. Only one family lives here in actual houses, the Baudelaire family who essentially run Vermios. They are all malcontents with no self-awareness. This part of town contains the Town Hall, the Library, and the Apothecary.
The Gullet:
The main part of town. Still doesn't look normal. There is a huge building where most people sleep, made entirely out of concrete and designed similarly to the town abattoir, albeit with less fanfare and respect. You will likely be spending most of your time here, as this is the location of the Gay Turnip Tavern, which doubles as a general store, and the train station, which only leaves once a week.
The Gut:
The poor part of town. Used to be the religious center, but when the gods left, so did the divinity of the place. Contains such attractions as: the ghetto where the butchers sleep, the Abattoir, which is basically the church of our new corporate God, the church, which was stripped of all valuables (including pews) centuries ago, and of course, the ever-burning pyre outside of the church, filled with books, relics, and other things people wanted to forget.
The Grot:
The catacomb/sewers under the town. Undead and other strange folks rejected by society stay down here, in the filth and corpses. Ornate carvings remain on the walls from when the town was built, and many of the dwellers down there seem to find the symbols comforting and familiar. Also the domain of Rat King Brock Verminous III, who rules the child gangs of Vermios.
The Grease:
The dull, blasted waste of a swamp outside of Vermios. Pig farms tear apart ancient corn-harvesting equipment in hopes that they can keep their current equipment functioning for one more day. Heretics live in hovels and huts in the drier parts. And of course, the ancient, burned, sunken ruins of holy origins are here, far older than the town. They say you can see angels there from time to time, lamenting the absence of their gods.
You are likely in the Gay Turnip at the start, most likely drinking the day or night away, hoping for something to take your mind off your miserable situation. If only the bartender would just stop laughing...
Rules:
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*t h e g a y t u r n i p.*
*XD. I have to join this now.*
*Edit: The Gut*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I've been called a Gay Turnip before lol, can I play as my character in the upcoming campaign? Also the Gut is probably where she lives.*
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Yup! That's actually one of the reasons why I made this tavern!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hell yeah! Alright, lemme intro,
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/114352235
https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=515207797/
https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=515207729/*
Auburn takes a seat at a table in the Turnip, she's drinking a pint of cheap mead.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
A half-elf with pale chocolate brown skin and coppery short hair sits on the train, not seeing to notice it stopped. He is so focused on a small contraption made of bronze rings. He wears goggles on his eyes while he uses a hand-held welder to weld them together. He is dressed in a beige button-up, a brown vest, and a black rubber set of overalls. His hands are covered by large brown gloves to prevent burns. Besides him sits a satchel and a box of tinker tools.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A 7'3" firbolg in bards clothes stands on stage, playing a pan flute. performance 14
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
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One of the attendants walks into the booth to get him before screaming and clutching his face, nearly blinded by the hand welder. He lets out a fairly long and profane string of words.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Are you forgetting something?*
Quite a few people smile and a few even clap or cheer. Given the disposition of this town, getting that reaction is an incredible feat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A half elf walks in, orders a drink, and pulls out a book written in elvish.
PM me the word “Tomato”
Edward turns off the welder imminently. He looks up, lifting his goggles "Oh, sorry. I forgot that stuff is bright."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey, nice to see you here! Did you read the rules?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The attendant sighs. "Just... please just get off. The train stopped."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*oh, yeah.*
the firbolg bows, then orders a drink and Guzzles it down
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
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Sorry, forgot! Gullet
PM me the word “Tomato”
*oh, and Baalz, when will the first 5 people for the Vermios game be announced?*
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
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*Thank you both!*
From the tavern window, a towering skeleton, made out of the longest bones of several men and wearing a tattered green cape, is visible, walking through town with a horde of zombies behind it. They aren't attacking, but the skeleton will occasionally point something out with its hooked staff and say something in some strange and obscure language.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I was thinking next Monday, since I still want people to apply for now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sounds good!*
The firbolg asks the bartender, "who's the skeleton?"
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
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The chubby bartender smiles. "Oh, probably one of them sewer folk. Not sure what they want with us, but the police should take care of them when they do something illegal. Send em' right back down where they belong."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.