#journalling rpg

[brightwitchbrews]

A ghostly gouache painting for my upcoming illustrated edition of Crystal Path, a solo, journalling RPG for witchy wanderings through magical woods ✨

[gregwritesstuffdown]

today on greg writes stuff down we have started playing Koriko: A Magical Year and made up a cute little witch with cat eyes and owl speckles

[dungeonofthedragon]

Monster Hunter Journal

Last night I discovered this cool two-page asynchronous game. Using a journal (or a digital equivalent), players take on the roles of monster hunters sharing findings to help rid the world of dangerous entities.

An asynchronous journaling cooperative storytelling game about hunting monsters, for one or more players, for any genre.

[bismutharts]

tell us about the journalling rpgs king/queen/ungendered royal figure of your choice

OKAY so .

i'm doing just 1 so far but the document is named pretty generally to accommodate doing others in the same file. the first is called Fox Curio's Floating Bookshop. and y'all. i CAN'T recommend this game enough.

you play as a bookseller with a floating bookshop (a boat) travelling on a river with a couple different towns, selling books to different animalfolk (think Beatrice Potter but it's not just rabbits)

i am very slow at starting this, i started last week on thursday, it is now monday, and i think i might write the first book being sold today. i've written about 300 words of prologue.

this is the most recent thing i wrote

you're directed to write what happens to your character as a diary, but when creating my character i felt they weren't the consistent diary writing sort

my protagonist is Rye, she/they, a young capybara who finished school between 1 season and 1 year ago (did i mention that this game comes with its own calender with 5 seasons of 4 weeks of 5 days? and different weather and events per season?)

they're very excited to start selling books and travelling . and i'm excited to do that with them

i've already rolled all the dice and pulled all the cards for day 1 so i know who's coming. now to actually write the day

[callunas-vampires]

Memory 1: Early Life - 440 BC

My name is Phoibe. I hail from Athens, where I serve a temple of Athena as a priestess. I live quite a peaceful existence and have a few friends within the temple, who often look after me since I am one of the younger ones but this age difference also separates us. I spend most of my time sweeping and washing garments and I look up to Theokleia, who took me in when I had no one else.

I was born in the summer of 459 BC.

[subtle-carrot]

How bad is it that I commented “Oh my god, YES!” under this?

[callunas-vampires]

Memory 4: The Instruction at Athena's Temple - 440 BC

In order to fully step into the role of a priestess, I needed to be familliar with the rituals and practices that being a priestess entails. My mother, Theokleia, was the one who lectured to me about the teachings and what would be expected of me - my role in it all - but another priestess, Gaiana was the one who gifted me the white robes that would become my daily dress. My set of candles also came from her. She was in a higher position than me so her duties were not like mine but she would still find time to talk to me when I sought her out. I enjoy spending time with her and some days, I would try to finish my duties as quickly as possible to find her when I knew she would be free.

[callunas-vampires]

Memory 3: Honey Cakes and a Pouch of Berries - 445 BC

I'd spent all morning with flour on my nose and dough beneath my hands to go see Lykos in the afternoon. He'd let me know as he poked his head through the window that he and some friends were going to the river to swim. I was welcome to join them.

It was only when I got there that I found out "some friends" included half the children in our district. Some were adolescents like us, some were younger and together with their older siblings. I held the small, wrapped package in my hand with a nervous hesitation. He was with some other boys and laughing when he spotted me and ran over. "Phoibe!" He linked his arm with mine and brought me towards the crowd, admitting that more people had come than he thought but word spread quickly.

"I baked something for you." I said with a voice that shook only a little bit and held that little package out. His smile was as bright as a warm summer's day.

"Thanks!" He said and gasped as he unravelled it, "this is my favourite!"

Swimming was a lot of fun and a lot of us stayed out until the sun began to get low in the sky. The day had cooled when he and I sat on the riverbank and he told me to hold out my hands before, with a grand display, placing a pouch into them. "Repayment, to show my gratefulness for your generous gift," he said and I laughed, almost too absorbed by the thing placed into my hand to hear him. It was with great care that I opened it to find it full of berries. They were sweet. We hung out for just a little longer, drawing the time out as much as we could and the berries were all eaten by the time we got home.