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The Fallen


There are a number of ways to reach The Concave; it seems that falling is one of them, but falling from where?

Memories of The Fall:

You fell. It was a long fall. You're trying to remember where you fell from, but it seems like there was no starting point for your fall. All you can remember is the fall. Why isn't this more bothersome, you wonder? It is dark and slightly damp. You're pretty sure you broke your legs upon impact, but something isn't right. No pain. Is that normal? You reach down to move the stone fragments among your surely destroyed lower limbs... You find a coarse chunk of flesh, calloused and quite large, muscular and flexible.

That is odd. Since when is that there? With some effort, you find it just barely able to support you. After undulating what-used-to-be your chest muscles, now elongated, you find yourself able to move forward, only rarely having to catch your arm on the wall for stability. You look up. No light up there, must have been a long fall. The thought brings a chill to your spine. You make your way towards a light, looks like there's an opening into twilight ahead.

After emerging from an earthen mound, of which there appear to be numerous, you can get a better look at your new-found limb. It's not what you expected. It is bent like a knuckle up behind you, complete with what could only be a large fingernail. That's peculiar. There's a finger growing out of my torso. Surely that wasn't always like that. Or was it? You're not sure, you must have hit your head pretty hard because you obviously have some form of amnesia. The world is cold and alien, black and blue rock structures extend many yards into the air all over this craggy mountain. As you make your way down the cliff, you meet up with a well-worn path. Well, looks like I'm not the first one to come by, you think, and start to manipulate your "Finger" muscles into carrying you down the slope.

The Fallen, an overview:

The Fallen are a strange sort of being, seemingly native to The Concave, they literally "fall" into being. They never know from where they have fallen, or who they may have been before (if they even were before), and such things don't typically concern them.

They appear mostly human, except for their rippling multiple-segmented abdomens, which is distinctly an oversized finger. They are always curious and seem to live to try new things, meet new people, and go to new places.

They have a morbid obsession with fingernails, keeping the fingertips of their enemies as trinkets and being innately horrified by anyone purposely clipping their fingernails.

Playing a Fallen Character:

The idea of being a Fallen is physical, mental, and spiritual. You remember physically falling from somewhere, that is your birth. Height can have a sever impact on you, either being a challenge to be met or an adversary to be avoided. Whichever way it effects your character, note that your lower "finger" is quite large, and could easily make you taller than those around you. Spiritually, it makes sense to seek out higher powers and so-called ascended beings. For good or ill, they might have some insight into just where it is that you fell from, to come to your current form.

Notes on The Concave:

A unique role-playing world in-the-works, a place of deep spelunking, dark horror, and exploring both your own roots and those of the world you once knew. There is a forum thread detailing the unsorted pieces, Here.

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February 8, 2011, 7:50

This gives a whole new meaning to "giving somebody the finger."

I am absolutely uncertain what to think of this :D

Must ponder.

Voted Silveressa
February 8, 2011, 11:19

Very unique, and intriguing although it does leave me with a few small questions.

Are these creatures able to reproduce like normal? (Similar to mermaids and naga) Or are they essentially asexual in nature?

From what's been observed of these creatures is their life span significantly longer or shorter then the human norm?

Is the upper torso always of human appearance or have Elven, Dwarven etc.. features been seen? (Assuming such creatures exist in the world)

These questions aside it's an interesting piece, I look forward to seeing more of the setting.

February 13, 2011, 13:48
They do not reproduce. They are all born of The Fall, as it is known. Lifespan seems to be normal, permitting natural death. And I did not intend to include other fantasy races in the world, so they would all appear human (might change).
Voted Ramhir
February 9, 2011, 10:22

Like Echo said, I am not at all sure what to do with this. It is an interesting concept, but I don't think I'd like to play one. But it is unique.

Voted Strolen
February 12, 2011, 15:45

So...like...if I painted eyes on my fingertip, it would look like that?

I like the idea of the fallen but it is a bit vague, but that might be the point. I think I am confused too. Not quite sure what to do with it although I am intrigued.

February 13, 2011, 13:44
You've got it backwards. It has no legs, instead there is a large finger-like tail-type thing, with knuckles forward, extending from the torso.
Voted valadaar
January 15, 2014, 12:04
This one is very, very weird Pieh!

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Hooper McFin's Two Shot Portal

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Now, this ol' ramblin fellow tends to walk his talk a bit too far down the train sometimes.. So I'll be brief in my recantin' of how it was my Tavern "came to bein'" on the multiverse as a weave of it's own spell.. And how I'm even alive to tell the story!

You see it's simple really, trust me.. that's my specialty, keepin it elementary. And you can trust this old Bard.

Anyway, this one night these wizards get a ramblin' on about the temporal exististance of space and time and how it could be manifested in a weave of super dimensional space. whereupon the folded space would give rise to an infinite number of entrances and exits to one or many spaces. Now, seein' how my talkin' sometimes get's locked into the way us folks used to talk back in the ol' west. These wizards didn't know I was a master of the word. and I had heard everything they said. They were also a bit over the wagon, while I was steerin' the show.

So that's how it came to pass, I struck a bargain with the wizards. They come to me in the morning and conjure up their idea into reality and I'd pledge them my life, my existance.. in essence my soul. but in a much nicer sense of the word. So they came by in the morning a half remembering our talks the prior evenin'. And I recanted their words verbatum, and that's how it came to be. The spell was complete that afternoon. My tavern would be the super dimensional cube that would exist in this weave of space and time, folks could come and go as they please, knowin in mind some of the rules and limitations set forth.

A few of 'em as follows.

No feller can be causin a ruckus inside any of my fine establishments, as always rule number one god damnit.

n' second the portal works kinda tricky. When ya outside ya cast the spell and lend your will to luck a bit and regardless the doors to the bar will appear, the windows a luminescent amber.. you can hear the chattee but ya can't see in. And the catch is the door might be locked, in which case you chalk it up to lady luck and go walk off and try again in an hour. Now most times the door pops right open and from the outside you always come in the front door, immediately greeted by myself or one of our many fine patrons of Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse.

Now when ya cast the spell from inside the Tavern, another catch comes up. The back door is mainly a secret for the non-initiated staff and the regulars but for sake of the prose let's assume we all know there's a secret door in the back with a portal there. Now when you go on through this one, you got two scenario's you oughta be aware of. One is ya pop outside relative to the same spot you came out. The other is, you walk back on into this one or another of our many Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse.

so it's a clever quantum railroad I got my tavern and my people's caught on. But, Hey the show's sure as always goin. ohhh' rutin tootin skidoodle -

** And that's it.. that's the only notes I found on the spell, apparently out there somewhere is a Tavern caught on the mighty ebb and flow of the multiverse. Well. at least I can put to rest my torment as to the condition now referred to as "Hooper McFin's Teleportation Paranoia".

Dr. Clarke T. Mulligan - Professional researcher of Time & Space.

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