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Hey all, I wrote a back-story template as practice, and although I have my own ideas of how a game could arise from it, I'd like to see if you could come up with anything. I'll also take feedback on writing style & tempo, if that's a forte of yours. Cheers!
Here is how I would frame the story; (although I put it in spoilers for those who might be interested in writing a taint-free version of their own.)
Given the chance, how would you play out a story from these elements? What role would the characters play?A wise King had three sons, each who desired the power to follow in their father’s footsteps. The eldest, Dawn, ruled his people through strength of arms. For, he figured, if he had power over life and death surely no one could have as much power as he. The middle son, Paul, unable to overwhelm the strength of his brother, ruled his people through his clever mind. For, he figured, if his men believed he held the power of life and death, surely no one could have as much power as he. Finally, the youngest son, Jobs, who had not the strength of his eldest brother Dawn, nor the wit of his elder brother Paul, ruled his people through ownership of wealth. For, he figured, if he held all the wealth, then men would kill each other for the chance at the smallest slice, and surely there was no way anyone could have as much power as he.
Many years passed and the wise King had no more sons. The crones all said that his seed had run dry, but that he should be glad, for the gods had blessed him with three mighty sons. Surely, they believed, what more could a King ask for? But the wise King was not content, for though his sons had much power, they had not the wisdom to use it. In his sadness, he exiled himself to the mountains of the gods to ask for guidance. For many months he prayed alongside his servant Patsy, who loved the wise King greatly and looked after him during his exodus. When he could bare it no longer, Patsy begged the wise King to return to his Kingdom, surely the gods had heard his prayers and had ignored his plight. But the wise King would not give up so easily, and asked Patsy to stay with him for one more month of prayer. When the month had come and gone, Patsy asked the wise King once more to give up on his prayers and return to his family and his Kingdom. But the wise King said “Surely this must be a test of my conviction. Give me one more month dear Patsy, and then I shall return to the Kingdom with you.” This gave Patsy a heavy heart, for he dearly wanted to return to his own family. But the love for his King held strong, and Patsy agreed to stay by the wise King’s side for just one more month.
Thirty days and thirty nights passed on the mountains of the gods without answer. The wise King, though strong for many months, had begun to lose hope. “Thirty days have come and gone, my King.” said Patsy “You gave me your word that you would return when the month was up.” But the King replied, “There is still one night left in this month, for this month is graced by thirty-one days. Let us stay this one night longer, then I shall return with you on the morrow.” Patsy, the ever loyal servant, said these words to the King; “I asked you once, months ago, to return to the Kingdom with me. To which you replied that we should stay but one month longer, and I accepted those terms. When that month was up, I came to you and said that the month was up and that we should return to the Kingdom. Yet once again, you asked for month longer, and though you had broken your vow, I agreed to these new terms. Now you ask me but for one more night. But will this truly be the last night? Or will on the morrow, you beg me for another, knowing my love for you?”
The wise King thought about the words of his servant, and knew there was a ring of truth to them. “I will make a covenant with you” he said, “Though I intend to return home with you on the morrow, should the strength of my promise leave me once again, I give to you a token by which you hold me to your will.” And to Patsy the servant, the wise King gave over his crown of many colors. “With this crown, you hold the power of Kingship. For whichever of my children receive this crown, shall become the next King, claiming all power and authority that comes with it. And Patsy knew the wise King had given him a valuable gift and agreed to stay by his side for one more night.
Suddenly a voice called out from the darkness, “Wise King, you have stayed upon this mountain for many a night, even against the advice of that whom is closest to you. What is it that you have come for?” The wise King replied, “I have been blessed with three sons, each who have learned power, but none who have the wisdom to rule. I have come to beg for the gift of a wise son who can carry on the Kingdom after my death.”
“I hear your words, wise King.” said the voice. And from the shadows stepped a frail old woman, who spoke, revealing herself to be the voice of the darkness. “A wise child you shall have, one who can carry on your Kingdom after your death. But she will be no son, but a daughter, for I am the god of two halves, and each is no more important than the other.” With these words the old woman vanished back into the night, never to be seen by the King again.
The wise King returned to his Kingdom and though the crones all said that his seed was dry, one more child was born to him. She was a child born of wisdom, a hero who could lead the Kingdom for the benefit of all its people. Her name was...
[Enter name processing]!
Many years passed and the wise King had no more sons. The crones all said that his seed had run dry, but that he should be glad, for the gods had blessed him with three mighty sons. Surely, they believed, what more could a King ask for? But the wise King was not content, for though his sons had much power, they had not the wisdom to use it. In his sadness, he exiled himself to the mountains of the gods to ask for guidance. For many months he prayed alongside his servant Patsy, who loved the wise King greatly and looked after him during his exodus. When he could bare it no longer, Patsy begged the wise King to return to his Kingdom, surely the gods had heard his prayers and had ignored his plight. But the wise King would not give up so easily, and asked Patsy to stay with him for one more month of prayer. When the month had come and gone, Patsy asked the wise King once more to give up on his prayers and return to his family and his Kingdom. But the wise King said “Surely this must be a test of my conviction. Give me one more month dear Patsy, and then I shall return to the Kingdom with you.” This gave Patsy a heavy heart, for he dearly wanted to return to his own family. But the love for his King held strong, and Patsy agreed to stay by the wise King’s side for just one more month.
Thirty days and thirty nights passed on the mountains of the gods without answer. The wise King, though strong for many months, had begun to lose hope. “Thirty days have come and gone, my King.” said Patsy “You gave me your word that you would return when the month was up.” But the King replied, “There is still one night left in this month, for this month is graced by thirty-one days. Let us stay this one night longer, then I shall return with you on the morrow.” Patsy, the ever loyal servant, said these words to the King; “I asked you once, months ago, to return to the Kingdom with me. To which you replied that we should stay but one month longer, and I accepted those terms. When that month was up, I came to you and said that the month was up and that we should return to the Kingdom. Yet once again, you asked for month longer, and though you had broken your vow, I agreed to these new terms. Now you ask me but for one more night. But will this truly be the last night? Or will on the morrow, you beg me for another, knowing my love for you?”
The wise King thought about the words of his servant, and knew there was a ring of truth to them. “I will make a covenant with you” he said, “Though I intend to return home with you on the morrow, should the strength of my promise leave me once again, I give to you a token by which you hold me to your will.” And to Patsy the servant, the wise King gave over his crown of many colors. “With this crown, you hold the power of Kingship. For whichever of my children receive this crown, shall become the next King, claiming all power and authority that comes with it. And Patsy knew the wise King had given him a valuable gift and agreed to stay by his side for one more night.
Suddenly a voice called out from the darkness, “Wise King, you have stayed upon this mountain for many a night, even against the advice of that whom is closest to you. What is it that you have come for?” The wise King replied, “I have been blessed with three sons, each who have learned power, but none who have the wisdom to rule. I have come to beg for the gift of a wise son who can carry on the Kingdom after my death.”
“I hear your words, wise King.” said the voice. And from the shadows stepped a frail old woman, who spoke, revealing herself to be the voice of the darkness. “A wise child you shall have, one who can carry on your Kingdom after your death. But she will be no son, but a daughter, for I am the god of two halves, and each is no more important than the other.” With these words the old woman vanished back into the night, never to be seen by the King again.
The wise King returned to his Kingdom and though the crones all said that his seed was dry, one more child was born to him. She was a child born of wisdom, a hero who could lead the Kingdom for the benefit of all its people. Her name was...
[Enter name processing]!
I would start with the wise King on his death bed, passing this story on to the daughter. That would be the call to action, for the daughter must prove herself stronger than each of her brothers, somehow wiser and then finally find Patsy and receive the crown-of-many-colors so she can become Queen. In order to defeat her brothers, she must prove herself better to each of her brother's men, stronger than Dawn, to earn the respect of the warriors, more virtuous than Paul, to earn the respect of the clergy and more wealthy than Jobs to earn the respect of the merchants. Only then will Patsy reveal himself and deliver a final test; the test of wisdom, which if passed will earn her the crown. In order to pass this test, the daughter must recognize that her brothers feel forever inadequate in the eyes of their father, and help them out of the pit of defeat and despair, which her actions helped cause. For the wisest of leaders helps all their people, no matter how wretched. Only then will Patsy bestow the crown and make the player ruler of the kingdom.

