Vile...co-op worldbuilding RP set in a land of Eldritch Magic,Necromancy,Steampunk,Gas,Electric,Rails,etc. JUST READ IT

VILE OOC/IC Thread

Vile

It is a Vile land, a rune-pocked and marred wasteland, a sun-beaten, weather bashed and often bloodied disgusting place. This carrion-world will be consumed by its inhabitants and born anew in chaotic and vile ways....

Long ago the aberrant star-gods emerged from the twilight and slithered onto the hardpan of the earth. The horrors spattered offspring onto its dry, craggy surface in a miasma of ecstasy. Their seed, the black ooze slipped beneath the ground and gestated. This was the beginning...

-The Book of Vile Memory, First Gleaning, lines 15-17;23-26

The horror poked a slimy appendage from the crevice startling the man on the horse. A black hook on the end of a bristly spear-like arm. Diodes and gears whirred and whizzed, encrusted into the flesh. The rider gawked and said nothing as seven more legs appeared, followed by a great hairy black mass of fangs and eyes. The head was augmented too-wires popped and sizzled along the horrors mechanic carapace...

Then it spoke.

"Give me the horse human, I am hungry and you are alone," it said in a coarse, trite voice.  The words were fuzzy and analog, as if recorded centuries ago..

The man considered the horror. He knew they lived up here in the high wintry passes, had seen them in ancient charcoal sketches on cavern walls; heard Momma Nelly talk about them in a story or two. But the thing was beyond imagining, beyond a few spoken words in a dingy saloon. It was horror incarnate. But it was wrong about one thing-the man was armed. 

The spider lunged and the horse bucked the man back. But the spell was already in his mind-the words spinning from his lips in no more than a whisper...

Blue flame crept from the mans fingers, even as he slammed into the ground,  bolts of eldritch fire rifled across the air. The spider halted the assault on the horse as the spell struck it in the cephalothorax, right behind the eyes. Springs and gears flew from it's head all covered in green ichor.

The horse was screaming, kicking and spinning in the dirt road, foaming green death from curled lips. Two fang marks bled freely from its neck. It lay still suddenly. 

 The blue fire of the spell dissipated. The horror hissed and retreated further, but not before it stuck one long leg into the horses ribs and dragged it along with it, shimming its hairy black mass into the hole.   

"Now you owe me a horse, monster," said the man wiping the dirt from his long black leather coat.

The spider crept further into the cave it had emerged from. "Come into the dark sorcerer," it said in a raspy voice. "See what I have for you down here."

"I am afeared of no dark, monster," said the man stalking towards it. Two pistols emerged from holsters, charged with eldritch flame. He ran after the son-of-a-bitch firing blue bolts of death...

Introduction

Welcome to Vile, a faction game set in a world of eldritch power fused with mechanical horrors and vaguely on the same tech level as the american old west. Vampire land barons broker power with demons. Undead industrialists coax oil from the desert waste. Settlers mingle with mutants and clockwork automatons. The great rails carry mercenaries and sorcerers to the far reaches of the frontier. Zombie gunslingers collect bounties for Carrion Wurm overlords. Shadow cultists spill innards onto ancient mausoleum floors...technology and eldritch sorcery mix, mingle,collaborate. Necromancy, palmistry, bio-meddling, grafting, hexing, witchcraft, steam, gas and electricity are all sources of power. Adventurers explore vast subterranean caverns, sucken continents, ghostly ruins, mountains of bones. Species thrive and die, fortunes amass and fade, religions prosper and offend. Calamity. Rot. Disease. Good Luck!

Themes and Tone

The Grotesque is the mundane. Sacrifice. Mutilation.
Magic and Technology are nearly indistinguishable. Most sources of power are largely misunderstood. Old knowledge (even if it is technology) is often viewed as eldritch power. Necromancy, palmistry, bio-meddling, grafting, hexing, witchcraft, steam, gas and electric power all coexist, mingle and mix..
The Dead Are People Too. Vampiric industrialists, Revenant oil-barons, horrors from the far realm-all part of society. Zombies make for great workers...they don't sleep or complain...
The World is Old. Long ago cosmic horrors colonized this planet, changed it and corrupted the very order of nature. A millenia of darkness has resulted in a world rotting from the inside...Many denizens still worship the Great Old Ones.

VILE OOC/IC Thread

I'd like to put in an application. 

Relatively poor man. I sold my fortune for an allegiance with a Vampire to compete impersonally against an Oil-baron.  
My only real possessions are two zombies; Alfred and Mixture. I am arrogant to the cuffs of my sleeves, and prudent as a fuse-box. 
I have no one, lost no one, want no one, ~ but everyone can use a few extra zombies. The Objective is purchase another one when I come by the cash. (I'm currently under contract with the Vampire's coven for one.)

A small treasure hidden in a lock box, and a small deposit at the bank account for my entire riches, If you don't have a connoiseur's appreciation for smaller things, which can be projected from small-arms cannons. I make my living, my keep, and my reputation as a self-proclaimed Sheriff.

I'm dirty and broken, but mean as hell; I'd like to see someone die > But who's gonna pull the trigger on future equity > 

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