Gloom: BARiTONES

[idolpro]

[The old-fashioned writing desk in the center of the room carries several blank pieces of paper, a fine wooden pen, and a piece of parchment covered in writing. When you take a look, you find the following epigraph in a vibrant scrawl:]

Congratulations, future wordsmiths, and welcome to your first exercise in the creation of a true masterwork of tale-telling. This evening you'll be penning a terrific tragedy, starring the family of unsympathetic ne'er-do-wells provided to you.

Your goal? Why, to construct the best story your mind can conceive, of course - and make their lives as entertainingly miserable as possible before writing one of them directly into an early grave.

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Re: STORYTELLING

[marsascending]

The cough grew worse and worse, and left him bedridden; left to malinger, he started developing sores. The Dam, a miser, paid him too little for anything but a questionable back-alley fellow. The first he tried sold him a useless potion that only made his bones ache; the second sedated and robbed him and vanished.

Awake at night in bed, unable to sleep from the pain caused by his tossing and turning, he began to think only of revenge...