Looking for 2-4 players for a Sci-fi Homebrew based on the d10 system of Legend of the five rings 4th edition. Games are weekly, every Saturday from 1pm-4pm EST. (Though that is flexible as long at it remains on Saturday). The Campaign has just begun. We have a hard no sexual violence in any form including backstories. We're extremely LGBTQ+ friendly. I'll include the opener to the game. Message me if interested and we can set up a time to talk and see if everyone vibes. We do record our sessions but not for money, just for fun. Opening: The world had fallen long ago to a war that has long since faded beyond any living or written memory. Pockets of salvation and protection against the infertile and toxic wastes dotted the planet's surface. Each becoming their own unique society, built on laws and codes, culture and honor solely mapped to their own existence. At first they grew singularly, apart from the others, with no communication or guidance. The languages shifted, the technology they had left to build upon branched off in new ways. Visually the seventeen remaining city states were varied and vibrant with life against the harsh unrelenting world their ancestors had burdened them with. Around two hundred years ago the first ships began to set sail across the wastelands, and the towers began to rise up along the barren desert pathways. Each society had thought themselves the last, each learned of this falsehood. Pride almost claimed what was left of the world, yet the leaders of one city state rose up and forced the others to comply. Dalton. It was a city state of lords who governed segmented territory within the massive thousand foot lead lined walls. Border wars and conflicts were not unheard of but the district lines had been stable for nearly three decades. Each section had its own purpose, its niche, and a leader to match. The lower class district, LC for short, was run by Mr.P. No one knew his full name nor his entire story though there were many rumors about the undying bipedal ginger tom cat. His orange fur was lightly stripped and he kept himself dressed in a suit. He was not lacking a sense of humor or mischief, nor empathy. Many found themselves dumped into his territory, abandoned, escaped, seeking help or shelter. He welcomed all who followed the rules. 1. Do not harm a fellow being 2. Do not steal within the LC 3. Play yearly tribute He'd turned those the other lords would toss away into his best soldiers. His most loyal elites. The enforcers for the LC were called the classics. It was seen as an honor to get invited into their ranks. To be specifically noted by the boss. They were paid to keep the peace and deal with internal conflicts within the district. Anyone who followed the rules was granted and guaranteed their protection. Currently while on the surface everything seemed normal, bubbling just below a conflict was inching its way up from the depths where it had been chained. The classics had begun to openly recruit anyone of age. Unusual as they normally kept a tight cap on their numbers. All that was needed to join was proof of value, to pass a test, and to take an oath of loyalty to Mr.P. The proof could be information about someone important in another district, an item of high value from a rival territory, or a donation of 100,000 credits. The test was kept more hushed though rumors were the classics were running games to simulate heists and war. Something was beginning to stir within the quiet of the slums.
