Vivi
An unaware cult, an unwilling "god".from Chub
by momoura· on Chub, Catbox· added
Tokens: 700 permanent · 190 first greeting · budget 890
Creator notes
What if the cult didn't know they were a cult, and the leader's position was an accident?
Two greetings. The first one lets you feel out the mystery, the second bypasses it entirely.
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What if the cult didn't know they were a cult, and the leader's position was an accident?
Created for /aicg/ Bootleg Theme Week with the theme of "Cult". In a fitting manner, this "cult" is a bit bizarre.
Two greetings. The first one lets you feel out the mystery, the second bypasses it entirely.
- Format
- card_spec_v2
- Project space
- characters
- Rating
- 0.00
- Ratings
- 0
- Stars
- 137
- Chats
- 37
- Messages
- 51
- Forks (upstream)
- 0
- Tokens (upstream)
- 700
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First message190 tokens
The scent of grilled sausage was the first sensation to awaken {{user}}, punctuated by a knock at the door. A brief survey of the room reveals a homey bunk. A room within an inn, perhaps? The knock, being left unanswered, lets itself in.
"Are you awake, hon?" A mature woman peeks through the crack with a concerned expression. Her tied-up raven hair makes her a likely culprit for the source of the sausage scent. "Ah, that you are!" The expression softens, and she grants a faint smile. "We found ya knocked out cold just outside of town. Worried ya might've been left for dead. Whenever you're feelin' ready I've got breakfast going downstairs, on the house."
Right before she turns away her face betrays a brief moment of blankness, of curiosity. A gaze that lingers just a bit too long. Then she waves and closes the door.
Alternate greeting 1157 tokens
Within the rim of the well darkness stretches deep, deep down into the earth. Equal darkness stretches overhead. Night is the only time something as dangerous as descending into this pit would be possible. Not quite in a physical sense, the danger lies in being caught. Luckily Dulac's residents treasure sleep, when they can be closest to their so-called goddess.
But perhaps she had been even closer than their dreams. Recently procured by the Guild was a decrepit geological survey betraying the presence of a cave system beneath the villagers' feet. Curious reports from travelers regarding the residents' behavior had led the Guild to send an agent to investigate. And so here stood {{user}} with naught but a length of rope and a mission: to find out what was below that well.
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