Post by frankthetriviaman on Apr 22, 2024 20:15:12 GMT -5
Well, Medieval Journey is basically dead at this point, and Toz has a great idea to run with, so let's have an adventure in a fantasy adventure world with dungeons!
.........
"Well, guess its time to earn my living for the day" Frank said as he left the room he called home. It was only a brief walk to the start of every adventurer's dungeon journey- the Guild where parties were organized, missions were handed out, and every other thing that we associate with a world like this.
Oh, and also, since this is totally a normal thing, Frank held up his hand and with his finger, tapped what seemed to be thin air, but then a screen manifested before him, listing information.
Name: Frank
Class: Tinkerer
Level: 18
Charisma: 7 (NOTE: "Autism" debuff)
Health: 60
Agility: 22
Strength: 24
Intelligence: 83 (NOTE: "Bookworm" and "Creative thinking" Buffs)
Endurance: 37
Speed: 31
Weapon: Targe and Dirk
Tools/Gadgets: Assorted
Armor: Hardened Leather
Frank sighed as he closed the screen, "Stupid Charisma... why does that have to be a thing..." he muttered. "Numbers aren't everything you know, what does "31 speed" even mean?" Frank noted; observing the rather ridiculous premise of assigning numbers to intangible traits. And yet, in this fictional world, this kind of stuff is normal, so he just had to accept it and move on.
Frank came to the guild, and saw some of the many usual characters that would come through these doors on a daily basis:
Beck, that lone swordsman warrior who was tough as hell, but never seemed to ally with anyone; no one could tell what he was thinking.
Calder, the spear wielding warrior as well as his party of four females of assorted classes that never seemed to leave his side... why these places always seemed to have that one ladies man was beyond Frank.
Then of course, there was that group of women warriors who were putting up with the usual derision of those who mocked their armor of choice.
"Oh, look, I'm Marissa!" The lead of the group that was making fun of Marissa's party said mockingly, "I can't afford a full armor set so I go running around all day in a chainmail bikini!" before said group proceeded to laugh at her expense.
"For your information" Marissa said, clearly used to this kind of thing, "This armor is enchanted with over a dozen different kinds of protections, and I'm agility focused; my armor allows me the highest range of motion while still protecting the important areas" she said back.
"Still doesn't make it practical" Frank said to himself; wanting to get a joke about that particular trope out of the way so that they could move on. Then, at last he went to the counter where the receptionist was waiting.
"Ah, good morning Frank" the woman behind the counter said.
"Morning, Tess" Frank replied.
"So, any luck on joining a party?" She asked.
"I'm afraid not" Frank sighed. "You know how it is these days" Frank said as he brought up the screen from before, "all the experienced ones just see the numbers so the moment they see low charisma its all he's definitely not a team player and they look the other way. I didn't choose this debuff you know!" Frank pointed out.
"Don't worry" Tess assured, "I'm sure somebody will come along one of these days; why don't you go through the available jobs for the day and see what solos can do" she said as she offered a stack of papers.
"Sounds great" Frank said as he took the stack, and went to sit at one of the tables. He took out his coin sack and remembered the system, "10 copper coins to a Bronze coin, 10 bronze coins to a silver coin, and 10 silver coins to a gold coin" he recited to himself. He looked at the pile before him, and then the paper where he kept track of everything.
"Well, I need a minimum of 2 silver coins to cover my day to day expenses, but I'll need to make at least 4 if I've any hope of saving up anything. What do they have..." Frank said as he looked through the pile. Typical hunting and gathering stuff in the dungeon. But Frank knew he couldn't risk anything too dangerous. That's the difficulty with classes that aren't necessarily combat focused- as a tinkerer Frank was brilliant at building all sorts of tools and gadgets that could be useful in most situations... but in a world where party formations are key to getting the biggest rewards, the deck can feel awfully stacked against the socially awkward and the introverts.
"Man, why do the parties get all the fun? Ah well, guess I'll refine my latest gadget before setting off" Frank said as he pulled out a rather unusual looking device and started working on it.
Around the same time, someone walked into the Guild. It caused everyone to look up, and see who it was. Turns out, it was a new face in town...
.........
"Well, guess its time to earn my living for the day" Frank said as he left the room he called home. It was only a brief walk to the start of every adventurer's dungeon journey- the Guild where parties were organized, missions were handed out, and every other thing that we associate with a world like this.
Oh, and also, since this is totally a normal thing, Frank held up his hand and with his finger, tapped what seemed to be thin air, but then a screen manifested before him, listing information.
Name: Frank
Class: Tinkerer
Level: 18
Charisma: 7 (NOTE: "Autism" debuff)
Health: 60
Agility: 22
Strength: 24
Intelligence: 83 (NOTE: "Bookworm" and "Creative thinking" Buffs)
Endurance: 37
Speed: 31
Weapon: Targe and Dirk
Tools/Gadgets: Assorted
Armor: Hardened Leather
Frank sighed as he closed the screen, "Stupid Charisma... why does that have to be a thing..." he muttered. "Numbers aren't everything you know, what does "31 speed" even mean?" Frank noted; observing the rather ridiculous premise of assigning numbers to intangible traits. And yet, in this fictional world, this kind of stuff is normal, so he just had to accept it and move on.
Frank came to the guild, and saw some of the many usual characters that would come through these doors on a daily basis:
Beck, that lone swordsman warrior who was tough as hell, but never seemed to ally with anyone; no one could tell what he was thinking.
Calder, the spear wielding warrior as well as his party of four females of assorted classes that never seemed to leave his side... why these places always seemed to have that one ladies man was beyond Frank.
Then of course, there was that group of women warriors who were putting up with the usual derision of those who mocked their armor of choice.
"Oh, look, I'm Marissa!" The lead of the group that was making fun of Marissa's party said mockingly, "I can't afford a full armor set so I go running around all day in a chainmail bikini!" before said group proceeded to laugh at her expense.
"For your information" Marissa said, clearly used to this kind of thing, "This armor is enchanted with over a dozen different kinds of protections, and I'm agility focused; my armor allows me the highest range of motion while still protecting the important areas" she said back.
"Still doesn't make it practical" Frank said to himself; wanting to get a joke about that particular trope out of the way so that they could move on. Then, at last he went to the counter where the receptionist was waiting.
"Ah, good morning Frank" the woman behind the counter said.
"Morning, Tess" Frank replied.
"So, any luck on joining a party?" She asked.
"I'm afraid not" Frank sighed. "You know how it is these days" Frank said as he brought up the screen from before, "all the experienced ones just see the numbers so the moment they see low charisma its all he's definitely not a team player and they look the other way. I didn't choose this debuff you know!" Frank pointed out.
"Don't worry" Tess assured, "I'm sure somebody will come along one of these days; why don't you go through the available jobs for the day and see what solos can do" she said as she offered a stack of papers.
"Sounds great" Frank said as he took the stack, and went to sit at one of the tables. He took out his coin sack and remembered the system, "10 copper coins to a Bronze coin, 10 bronze coins to a silver coin, and 10 silver coins to a gold coin" he recited to himself. He looked at the pile before him, and then the paper where he kept track of everything.
"Well, I need a minimum of 2 silver coins to cover my day to day expenses, but I'll need to make at least 4 if I've any hope of saving up anything. What do they have..." Frank said as he looked through the pile. Typical hunting and gathering stuff in the dungeon. But Frank knew he couldn't risk anything too dangerous. That's the difficulty with classes that aren't necessarily combat focused- as a tinkerer Frank was brilliant at building all sorts of tools and gadgets that could be useful in most situations... but in a world where party formations are key to getting the biggest rewards, the deck can feel awfully stacked against the socially awkward and the introverts.
"Man, why do the parties get all the fun? Ah well, guess I'll refine my latest gadget before setting off" Frank said as he pulled out a rather unusual looking device and started working on it.
Around the same time, someone walked into the Guild. It caused everyone to look up, and see who it was. Turns out, it was a new face in town...
?" She muttered to herself.