King's Mulligan [Interactive Project]

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Kolita: I want to be the Executioner.

Anura:  I’m not entirely surprised but I was also somewhat expecting Starman.

Kolita: I mean it was close honestly but… I dunno. She clicks with me in a weird way.

Anura: I could very much see it. As for your partner?

Kolita: The Comedian.

Anura: Interesting choice there.

Kolita: How so?

Anura: It’s red and blue, the classic.

Kolita: More of a fan of purple myself.

Anura: I can tell, suits you though.  From here on the game will start soon but I need to tell you a few things in advance.

Kolita: Sure.

Anura: One, this might be a bit on the immersive side so I’m asking you to take breaks every once in a while. Don’t want you getting so invested that you lose touch with reality.

Kolita: Sounds pretty cursed. Like a bad horror piece.

Anura: That’s because you’re in one.

Kolita: Really?

Anura: No, though that’d be a fun game for a future session maybe.

Kolita: Got me excited for a moment.
 

Anura: Would you have preferred that? I could add a spookier touch to our session…

Kolita: Nah, you’re fine.

Anura: Hopefully the little fake out there provided something...

Kolita: Trust me, it was appreciated. Continue though

Anura: Right. Two, you’re allowed to talk to your DM anytime if you would like some advice or company. Just use the prompt “Out of Character:” and I will arrive to answer.

Kolita: Okay.

Anura: Three, please don’t be cruel for cruelty’s sake? This story will certainly have its hardships, more than enough on its own. Do not make it strenuous for my poor rat heart.

Kolita: I won’t bully anyone too hard.

Anura: With that all said, are you ready for now?

Kolita: Think so…

Anura: Excellent, on your marks then.

Anura: Three…

Anura: Two…

Anura: One..

Anura: Go!


You lay in your bed though you’re far from well rested.

Your familiar sheets and pillows contrasts with the many aches and pains all over your body.

You feel your memory fuzzy. You know you were just recently in some sort of fight but you can’t remember the full details.

You’re pretty sure you lost.

Despite not being sure of its nature, you know that you’re lucky to be alive right now.

You stir around for awhile.

You can hear a couple of voices in the background.

One a little more tired and weary but still carrying its own kindness. The voice one who’s used to taking care of others.

The other is optimistic but with its underlying sadness.

You hear someone walk out of the room.


The latter voice is closer. You can make it out better.

“See you bustling about there, starting to come to your senses there?

You murmur in response.”

“Good good. Can you give me a sign that you understand me?”

You nod your head weakly. You try opening your eyes but can’t make out anything.

“Progress. Friends and I were worried when we found you. Saw a few of the king’s headhunters drag you into the streets to leave for dead… didn’t even bother to confiscate your stuff, just scattered it across the floor.”

You open your eyes, just enough to make out a face.
 

“We managed to get you to a safe house though… someone recognized you as a knight? Your mark is not of the crown though, bit of a scarcity. Anyway how are you doing? Talk to me so I know you can hear me.”

(You may now act.  Various recommended actions for now include:

Talking and asking questions.

Using your observation skills to scan the area.

Talking to Anura out of character for advice or clarification.)