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Started playing Kingdom Come Deliverance the other day.
It's HARD. I have been watching guides, because I want to have FUN, not weep at dying for the 8th time in a row just fleeing from Stalitz because I don't know how to run or whistle. Or punch. Or pick a lock.
Anyway. Decided to open these leftovers from xmas (they're really yucky, i must get a better brand).
Every time i eat a pretzel in the game, i will eat one of these, to really immerse myself.
Decided to try Fallen London
So, going in I know nothing about this, having learned of its existence a few minutes ago thanks to a meme on this site. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I decided that I'll be roleplaying as one of my ocs in this web browser game. His name is Merlot Blackwing. He's a vampire who works as an artifact conservator. (Think Baumgartner Restorations, but with antiques and magic stuff) Merlot is also gay and in love with the son of a monster hunting guild leader.
I could use some beginner tips. Otherwise I'm really excited to dive into this gothic world.
Noob adventures:
Today Merlot found an easier solution to his injuries in the form of a tonic. Having healed himself, he decided to spend the day at the circus.
He visited the fortune teller, the gondola to the depths, and the anatomy tent, taking particular interest in the male anatomical model. His later encounter with a rubbery man in the same tent, however, left him feeling disturbed and scandalized for even being around such a thing. To make things worse, his fortune included lots of tentacles.
Afterwards he attended the big show, taking note that it's a good place to meet with associates of other people but not speaking to anyone yet.
On the way home, he bought a goldfish to stave off the nightmares of the deep that he'd have later on.
oh my god i forgot i can follow people
Taking a break from his war against the rats, Merlot visited the scarred naturalist to hold up his end of the deal on info. Trading the freshly slain rats, he was told many things about the creature, how it smothered its prey in its wings, fangs that could break off and kill victims days later, its taste for royal blood, and how it may have existed for thousands of years. He didn't quite understand the significance of a "second city", but he was glad for the information.
The next day he resumed his efforts in helping the Clay Coalman. He bared his fangs and showed his fists at the right people, eventually tracking down the culprit and giving him his just desserts. Afterwards, when he returned the stolen secrets to his clay friend, he advised him to support the revolution. Bringing another clay man might subject him to the same persecution, so it would be wise to befriend those who stand against such things. The coalman agreed and was happy to help the revolution, even if he didn't completely understand their ideals.
Afterwards, he returned to his lodgings to resume his war against the Rattus Faber, with thoughts of the Vake in the back of his mind. Even though he was a vampire, Merlot wouldn't stand a chance against such a beast. He was no undead lord with hordes of minions, he was a vermin hunter living in a smoky flophouse. He would need to hone his skills to even survive an encounter with such a beast, a challenge he willingly accepted. He hoped that his beloved Erasmus, wherever he was, would be proud of him.
Further notes: Merlot fought hard against the Rattus Faber. It turned out that they were using his dwellings as a stash house. He faced off against their chief, but decided to spare the rodent. He fought admirably and had no reason to take any more rodent lives, his debt to the scarred naturalist had been paid already. Perhaps the bandit chief could find some manner of redemption? After all, rats are people too.
Today, Merlot chose to begin his investigation into the mysterious Vake, a creature that sounded much like the vampire lords from back home. The offer of a card game, where you could earn anything, was very tempting to him. He could sacrifice his own livelihood, perhaps his soul, for a chance to see Erasmus again. But what would his beloved think? Erasmus hated to see Merlot throw himself in danger to save him, and to sacrifice something that cannot be given back...No, his beloved would never approve. He would find another way to the surface. For now, he would track down this mysterious beast, saving lives as his beloved would often do on hunts in the past.
He was surprised to see that even the grizzled monster hunters wouldn't dare mention the creature, but managed to...negotiate some information about a man who saw the creature and lived. The scarred naturalist offered to help him, for a price that is. Where Merlot would get 90 dead rats on strings was beyond him, but some potential misfortune would lead to some luck.
He hated the idea of killing sapient creatures, but this infestation of Rattus Faber had come at much too opportune a time. They needed to go anyways, he couldn't afford to feed so many creatures on an apprentice ratcatcher's salary. He would not relent until they either fled or until he had enough bodies to pay for this much needed information. It would be a long venture, but he needed every scrap of fur, every drop of blood, for the long quest ahead of him.
Merlot managed to finish the job with the gloom spiders, gagging as he collected the proof of his kills. It took many tries, and many times of destroying nests before he managed to eradicate them. He was getting used to this business, despite how different it is from his preferred profession. The job payed out in plenty of rosty gold.
Returning home exhausted, he realized that he had enough to procure some more permanent lodgings. It's not the nicest place, a flophouse with smoke where he's pretty sure he saw someone being stabbed, but it's at least better than an attic.
His thoughts trailed back to his beloved as he lay on a cot in his new dwellings. His beloved Erasmus likely remained on the surface still. Was he waiting for him? Would they ever be reunited again? What if he doesn't get to the surface again, and Erasmus is- He shook his head, sitting up to stare at his goldfish to keep his mind from wandering. No, laying around worrying about the future wouldn't help anything.
He recalled a rumor about a card game, in which you could earn anything you so desire, for a price. He'd be willing to give almost anything, if it means he'll be able to see Erasmus again. Though, pursuing such a venture means he'll likely be unable to pursue the mysterious bat-like creature haunting the city. Should he risk everything, for a chance to return to the way things were? Should he make his own path instead? So many questions flitting about his head. He sighed and laid on his cot, watching his little fish.
Today, Merlot finished a case for a detective he befriended. After a while of pursuing clues and chasing down informants, he was somewhat...disappointed to find that the information was going to a fortune teller. This wasn't worth notifying the constables over, so he dropped the issue.
Afterwards, he traveled to Watchmaker's Hill, where another fellow he had met was in a spot of trouble. Apparently he had a small stash of something that was stolen. Fresh off another case, Merlot decided to help him. The suspects in this case all denied involvement. However, he did catch someone speaking ill of the coalman. Again, no leads. By this point Merlot was fuming, ready to go for someone's neck over this.
He took a moment to calm himself. No, getting angry will just cloud his mind. He walked into the Department of Menace Eradication, ready to take on any contract they had so he had something to tear apart. Apparently sorrow spiders weren't a popular contract, but he didn't care at this point. He walked right into the infested building, fangs bared and ready to strike.
It was somewhat challenging, but he managed to eradicate a whole nest of spiders, gagging on the smell from their broken bodies. Clearly this would be a multiple day job.
