Belmont Needs Your Help
Added 2024-07-26 23:54:28 +0000 UTCGreetings Tier 3 Mythicists! I have need of your brains.
Not in a zombie diet kind of way, but in a creative input way!
The image above is Belmont The Red, and he's the subject of the Big Example I'm writing for the article on everyday, slice of life adventures. My question to you: what's his story? What angle should the example come from?
The slice of life article is about solo adventures taking place about everyday stuff, like daily work and other mundane things. I'm thinking Belmont is part of a culture or a tribe.
If the image inspires an idea, please post below. If I run with your concept, I'll give you credit in the magazine which is glory you can brag about for the rest of your life!
Happy adventuring :)
Comments
I would love to know what is a day in the life of an apprentice mage Belmont's lizardy culture . Is he respected for the power he will one day have, is he seen as a ladder climber by the elites. Are those that would rather see him or any other person become a mage, so his life is always mildly endangered when he gets to far from his instructors? Is he more or less likely to be the target of bullies? if he is bullied is he allowed to use his nascent magical gifts to protect himself, to run away better, or would that be breaking the rules. I could probably go on and on you but get the gist of what I am going for. Some days in the life are more daunting than others.
Robin Goodfellow
2024-07-27 20:08:23 +0000 UTCWow, that was very detailed and fantastic :)
Tana Pigeon
2024-07-27 17:32:48 +0000 UTCBelmont “The Red” is definitely not the most courageous of the Dekki, but his family was among the wealthiest. The Golden Brew, is what his family called it. That is where their wealth came from. Not that wealth mattered much to Belmont, he’d much rather spend his time dreaming he was Rosso Custode, “the Red Warden of Podoko”, where he would defend his tribe from any Sneck who would dare intrude upon their treetop village. Uck, the nasty Sneck. Repulsive, slithering scaly-kin they were. Cold, slimy, and rotten to the core. The elders said they drank the blood of their enemies! How uncivilized. Belmont, in the warm, hazy days of his summer daydreams, had introduced many a Sneck to their untimely demise, courtesy of Scale-Piercer, his trusty sword. More than a sword, it was a family heirloom that harkened back to the days of… “BELMONT!!!”, his mother’s voice rang out through the canopy, likely for the entire village to hear. “Tomorrow is your big day, best not be late”, she screeched. Oh the humility, Belmont thought. “Must I really endure this tragedy”, he said to himself. Tragedy indeed, for the time had come when Belmont was to step up and take his place among his brothers, to work in the family business . It was a restless night for Belmont. He couldn’t help but wonder what this new chapter in life would hold for him. The elders always spoke about the rite of passage and becoming a man. Hmmm, maybe this ‘work’ would not be so bad. After all, he would have Scale-Piercer. Father told him to get comfortable with it, as it would be vital in his new career. Perhaps Belmont would get a chance to cut down some Snecks after all. Belmont awoken the next morning and had a bounce in his little, furry steps. He was gleeful in anticipation with the possibilities ahead of him. How did he not see how adventurous this new chapter in his life would be. Surely he would be slaying some filthy Sneck today. Why else would everyone here be talking about the importance of a quick thrust to break the shell and drain the lifeblood ? The glimmer in Belmont’s eyes began to fade when his trainer, Capo Aldo, had taken him to the nesting ground of the Ostriks. “I don’t understand”, remarked Belmont. “Are Scale-Piercer and I to defend the eggs of these birds from Sneck”? I see none present”, he sighed. “Scale-Piercer…Sneck… HAH”, Capo Aldo, laughed out loud. “Your father said you were an imaginative one”, he snickered. “I don’t understand”, Belmont squeaked. Capo Aldo rolled his eyes, quickly becoming bored with this charade, and said, “Let me demonstrate”. Without hesitation, Capo Aldo brandished a large needle that strangely resembled Scale-Piercer. He gave Belmont a sideways glance and a wry smile creeped upon his face. In an instant, Capo Aldo plunged the needle into an Ostrik egg. He then turned the egg over and began to drain the slimy fluid contained within into a large flask. Belmont’s eyes widened and his lips began to sour in a mixture of shock and revulsion. Scale-Piercer loosening his grasp and seemed ready to fall to the ground any moment. “Awe, don’t be so glum boy, this is how your family made its fortune”, Capo Aldo jested. “This here is the finest Dekki Gold Brew, the nectar of the gods”, Capo Aldo spat. With that, Capo Aldo drained the flask in a few gulps and let out an enormous belch, with fresh egg slime dripping off his beard. Belmont shook his head in disbelief and quietly muttered to himself, “I don’t think I like this growing up stuff”. It was then, that Belmont vomited.
Keith Malinowski
2024-07-27 13:40:35 +0000 UTCPark ranger either taking note of a local herd animal's population or looking for a lost hiker.
HasturFan
2024-07-27 06:59:25 +0000 UTCMy girlfriend says that Belmont was traveling between villages as a courier when he was attacked by a creature that got away before he could respond. He climbed a tree because it was getting dark and he felt less vulnerable there. He was looking forward to a hot meal in the next village and now he has no food. He is contemplating eating a bat he sees in the tree but is not a very appetizing prospect. That is why he looks so glum.
Tim Chapman
2024-07-27 04:03:53 +0000 UTCHe a stable hand looking after horses: I mean Belmont
Butch Lebo
2024-07-27 02:48:33 +0000 UTCI'm just going to be cute here. I tried to think, what does Belmont have at stake (pun intended). Action tables: 92-transform, 99-Work. Description Tables: Roughly Healthy
Butch Lebo
2024-07-27 02:47:57 +0000 UTCI think you're right. And unless that's his resting face, he sees something or someone approaching that will turn his day upside-down. From the way he's dropping his duty weapon and bc it's a slice of life example, I'd say it's not a threat but a bad penny he thought he was done with. The conflict is a disruption, not a destruction.
Bill
2024-07-27 01:37:04 +0000 UTCWhat do you think his job is? I'm thinking some kind of tree top spotter or guard.
Tana Pigeon
2024-07-27 00:20:10 +0000 UTCHe has a conflict with one of his coworkers at his job.
Roosevelt Cooper
2024-07-27 00:06:19 +0000 UTC
