(It's a terrible name, but OH WELL) For as long as people have been writing words, scrawling them into clay tablets, painting them on walls, carving them into stone, or writing them with ink on a page, there have been people living on the hill. For almost as long, the City has been there. It has had many names, enough that most people don’t bother with them anymore. It’s just The City. Within the walls, the people of the City prosper, without the city the Wilderness encroaches, strange beasts in the deep forests, wild barbarians ranging the hills, wilder magic in the places of the old world. The fields beyond the walls feed the City, the forts at its gates shelter the farmers and their people from the worst the Wilderness can throw at it. You have known these facts your whole life, you’ve lived with the shadow of the City looming over you, in fear of the dark nights where things howl in the darkness beyond the walls. Where did you begin? Spoiler: The Spire The Spire You grew up wandering the halls of the Spire, the highest point in the City, accustomed to luxury even if you were the child of servants. The Spire contains knowledge, its lowest floors host grand libraries and lecture halls, it uppermost the cloistered mages, between the two it has housed the City’s most benevolent leaders and its greatest tyrants. Spoiler: The Streets The Streets You grew up the child of common citizens, or an orphan, the streets of the City your playground, its alleys and secret places your kingdom. No one knows every inch of the City, but you know it better than most. Spoiler: The Gates The Gates You grew up inside one of the forts that guard the Gates to the City. Your childhood was one of carefully regimented routine, nothing disrupts the orderly functioning of the Guard, not even the merriment of children. Spoiler: Beyond The Walls Beyond the Walls You were raised with the City always on the horizon, its glittering Spire a constant landmark, never moving. Whether you were a barbarian staring at the accomplishments of the city, or the children of farmers that tithe to the City for protection, reaching the City and its safety has been a lifelong goal. Spoiler: What The Hell Author? So this is a chan-style Forum Quest. For those unfamiliar with the format, one person (that'd be me) is acting as a sort of Gamemaster/Narrator for the events of the story. You, the audience, get to collectively steer the actions of our hapless, helpless protagonist through the world by the long and respected tradition of raising hands. I'll provide options to choose from in each post, but suggestions are welcome, particularly if you can think of something that I've forgotten as an option or a more interesting approach to a problem. At the end of an arbitrary period, suggestion or option with the most votes is selected as the next choice that moves the story forward. All of that voting should go on in the OOC Thread, rather than here, which I'd like to reserve for the actual story/game. It's tidier like that. N.B. Some of these forum quests use hacks or watered down versions of Tabletop mechanics. This one certainly is going to do that, but it's mostly in a behind the scenes sense, just to help avoid potential pitfalls of the protagonist always winning when it counts. For those interested, things will loosely be informed by FATE Accelerated Edition. If people want more concrete/in the foreground mechanics, we can do that but otherwise it'll mostly be a set of guidelines for me to work by, rather than the underlying framework of the universe. Let the game begin!