Considering the section, we’ll start with what you want. Feel free to just, like, stop reading afterwards.
(I'm Muzan and will interject with sassy comments throughout.)
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| 1 obfuscate obfuscate self No |
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| * indicates effect is about to expire |
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| To see spell notes: spellnotes <num> |
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| To dispel an effect: dispel <num> |
| dispel <name> |
| dispel <name> on <target> |
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The body of the grim holy crusader is left with a gruesome wound from a precise stroke of Yeren's tempered spear.
Yeren lunges at the grim holy crusader and slices his body with his adamantine bone scythe.
The grim holy crusader smiles fanatically.
The grim holy crusader slams Yeren with his armoured shoulder, bashing his chest.
The head of the grim holy crusader is left with a gruesome wound from a precise stroke of Yeren's tempered spear.
Yeren rushes forward and deals the grim holy crusader a gruesome wound across his belly.
The grim holy crusader barely scrapes Yeren's body with his shiny silver longsword.
ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
Yeren is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is barely alive.
>
Yeren crouches low and explodes in a blur of movement to viciously maul his body with his tempered spear.
The grim holy crusader died.
!get gold coins
!get gems
!get imbued items
Yeren killed him.
Get what?
> Get what?
>
Get what?
>
Yeren leaves walking bow-legged west.
The darkness dissipates.
i
Worn : a bronze earring, a dazzling ruby earring, a shiny silver ring, a mithril and diamond ring, an unusual leather bracelet, a crystalline medallion, a shimmering adamantium medallion, a baroque mithril coronet, a bejewelled platinum death mask, a flowing crimson silk cape, a grey-green cloak, a fur robe, a pair of knee-high brown boots, an elegant pair of charcoal silk trousers, a black silken sash, a glistening black hard leather belt, a flat black leather belt pouch (open), a black dragonscale armour, an elegant charcoal silk shirt and an unusual solamnic helm
You wear a small webcloth purse spangled with glittering diamonds.
Wielded : a swirling misty halberd in your left hand and a complex medicine stick in your right hand
You are wearing the symbol of the masks in plain view.
Value : three silver coins, a dozen copper coins, 50 sybarun coins, 13 gold coins, 26 steel coins, eight red spinels, four lucent emeralds and a glowing gem.
Clothes : a black-gem ring, a bait satchel (open), a golden star ring, a silver mermaid ring, a black top hat and a silver serpentine ring.
Food : a candied blood orange, a hard sausage, two marzipan snakes, a chocolate-dipped strawberry, five heavy ripe peaches, two raspberry cream truffles, two marzipan spiders and two lemon cream truffles.
Drinks : a hot sybarun kahve, an iced sybarun kahve, a cup of spiked kahve and a cup of spiked kahve.
Keys : a small curved key and an old steel key.
Other : many ancient grimoires, four ferrets, a tattered ticket, a house insignia, a long thin onyx wand, two white gold whistles, a scented soap, a shiny wand, a ruby in fuchsite wand, a crystal, a small crucifix, six transparent blue globes, a blue glass herb jar (open), a shiny token, a gnomish spyglass, a steel blood chit, a black wooden paddle, a piece of embossed vellum, an actor symbol, a plain copper pin, a riding crop, a magic paper, a glowing magic map, a tutorial journal, a lapidarium, a staff of Aeria, an ancient storybook and a tallystick.
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w
The area is bathed in soft light.
The area is sheltered from the sun's rays.
As you walk on the outer edges of the camp center, the tents stack closer and closer together, and as a result the ground is covered in, empty bottles, dirty rags, food scraps and other random debris. Around each tent there are crusaders in various states of inebriation, and even though the mood appears light, something sinister seem to keep everyone in check. The tents form rows preventing any movement north of south, but you're free to travel in the east-west direction.
There are two obvious exits: east and west.
The sky is obscurred by dark heavy clouds that blocks the rays of the sun.
Four grim holy crusaders.
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w
The area is covered in a blanket of darkness.
The area is sheltered from the sun's rays.
Looking in all directions you quickly come to the realization that you are closing in on the middle of the camp. Crusaders in various states of inebriation are clearly preparing for something, or you reckon, attempt to ignore their fears for whatever lurks behind the drawbridge separating the barely visible castle to the east from the path leading to it. The ground is littered with bottles, rags, food scraps and even a few dead rats. The tents are set up close to one another, and as a natural consequence the air is both stale and full of bodily odours. From here you can move north towards the edge of the camp, south towards the very centre or continue in the east-west direction towards what appears to be more of the same.
There are four obvious exits: north, east, south and west.
The sky is obscurred by dark heavy clouds that blocks the rays of the sun.
Yeren and three grim holy crusaders.
Yeren and the grim holy crusader are fighting each other.
>
!assist
Assist whom? You are not in a team.
>
The grim holy crusader is bleeding, soaking the ground!
With a flurry of slashes from his tempered spear, Yeren nicks the grim holy crusader's left arm in several places, causing a trickle of blood.
!bloodletter
ha
You aren't fighting anyone!
>
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
Yeren is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
>
ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
Yeren is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
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Yeren swings wildly at the grim holy crusader with his adamantine bone scythe, causing a superficial cut.
The grim holy crusader is bleeding, soaking the ground!
The legs of the grim holy crusader is left with a gruesome wound from a precise stroke of Yeren's adamantine bone scythe.
ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
Yeren is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is somewhat hurt.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
>
put grimoires
You put many ancient grimoires.
>
Yeren crouches low and explodes in a blur of movement to viciously maul his head with his tempered spear.
exa grimoires
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
This is what you think is Refnas personal grimoire. You see several texts written in a strange language. You reckon it must be Refnas' evil spells and formulae. They are the fruits of centuries of hard work.
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You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
You shouldn't have looked in the grimoire...
It doesn't like to be handled by anyone else than Refnas. It will probably explode any minute!!!
The legs of the grim holy crusader is left with a gruesome wound from a precise stroke of Yeren's adamantine bone scythe.
Yeren lunges at the grim holy crusader and slices his body with his tempered spear.
Yeren crouches low and explodes in a blur of movement to viciously maul his body with his adamantine bone scythe.
The grim holy crusader slams Yeren with his armoured shoulder, bashing his chest.
ha
Yeren ravenously lick fresh blood that has pooled at the tip of his tempered spear.
The left arm of the grim holy crusader is left with a gruesome wound from a precise stroke of Yeren's tempered spear.
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
Yeren is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is in agony.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
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Yeren moves, pauses and then viciously slashes the grim holy crusader on the head with his adamantine bone scythe multiple times in rapid succession.
Yeren moves, pauses and then viciously slashes the grim holy crusader on the legs with his tempered spear multiple times in rapid succession.
The grim holy crusader barely scrapes Yeren's left arm with his shiny silver longsword.
The grim holy crusader is bleeding, soaking the ground!
The grim holy crusader nearly escapes the bite of Yeren's tempered spear, but it manages to scratch his body, leaving behind a red line.
Yeren swings wildly at the grim holy crusader with his adamantine bone scythe, causing a superficial cut.
Yeren rushes forward and deals the grim holy crusader a gruesome wound across his belly.
Yeren suddenly blinks before the grim holy crusader and grabs him by the throat before sinking a pair of white fangs into the neck! Blood spills from the mouth of Yeren when the lifeless corpse of the grim holy crusader is released from the rigid grasp and tossed at the ground!
The grim holy crusader died.
!get gold coins
!get gems
!get imbued items
Yeren killed him.
Yeren attacks the grim holy crusader.
Get what?
> Get what?
>
Get what?
>
!assist
Assist whom? You are not in a team.
>
!bloodletter
The grim holy crusader say: Agent of Evil, be Purged!
You aren't fighting anyone!
>
Yeren swings wildly at the grim holy crusader with his adamantine bone scythe, causing a superficial cut.
whisper to Yeren Goodnight.
You whisper to Yeren: Goodnight.
>
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The area is bathed in soft light.
The area is sheltered from the sun's rays.
As you walk on the outer edges of the camp center, the tents stack closer and closer together, and as a result the ground is covered in, empty bottles, dirty rags, food scraps and other random debris. Around each tent there are crusaders in various states of inebriation, and even though the mood appears light, something sinister seem to keep everyone in check. The tents form rows preventing any movement north of south, but you're free to travel in the east-west direction.
There are two obvious exits: east and west.
The sky is obscurred by dark heavy clouds that blocks the rays of the sun.
Four grim holy crusaders.
>
ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
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ha
You are physically feeling very well and mentally in full vigour.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
The grim holy crusader is feeling very well.
>
w
The area is bathed in soft light.
The area is sheltered from the sun's rays.
Looking in all directions you quickly come to the realization that you are closing in on the middle of the camp. Crusaders in various states of inebriation are clearly preparing for something, or you reckon, attempt to ignore their fears for whatever lurks behind the drawbridge separating the barely visible castle to the east from the path leading to it. The ground is littered with bottles, rags, food scraps and even a few dead rats. The tents are set up close to one another, and as a natural consequence the air is both stale and full of bodily odours. From here you can move north towards the edge of the camp, south towards the very centre or continue in the east-west direction towards what appears to be more of the same.
There are four obvious exits: north, east, south and west.
The sky is obscurred by dark heavy clouds that blocks the rays of the sun.
A thin lead choker, a black suede belt pouch (open), a twisted thin black wand, an unusual pair of silvery steel-plated gloves, a pair of red-runed greaves, a pair of sturdy black bracers, a hooded silvery robe, a black plate helm, a tempered spear, an adamantine bone scythe, a black grand breastplate, an enormous horse-hide pack (open), an unusual thin corroded ring and a corpse of a grim holy crusader.
Two grim holy crusaders.
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get all
You get a thin lead choker, a black suede belt pouch (open), a twisted thin black wand, an unusual pair of silvery steel-plated gloves, a pair of red-runed greaves, a pair of sturdy black bracers, a hooded silvery robe, a black plate helm, a tempered spear, an adamantine bone scythe, a black grand breastplate, an enormous horse-hide pack (open), an unusual thin corroded ring and a corpse of a grim holy crusader.
As was pointed out by Selem (love the guy) on the Discord - at least I think it was him - it’s always interesting to see the ingenuity of this game’s players. This comes out the most when we all want to kill each-other, in a rather sad reflection of real-life.
On a self-congratulatory note, I would like to note that I’m the one who provided Muzan with the grimoire trick (yeah yeah, whatever!) , having sat on it for the best part of three years. I’ve always enjoyed stories of Pacal and the glowsticks, and this seems similar. The grimoires have been around for decades, and used as grenades for decades, and there’s something nice about the notion of “rediscovering” such a thing. Unfortunately I never got a chance to - the difficulty with the “grimoire grenade” has always been that it requires the enemy to stand still for half a minute(Indeed). Amusingly, the potential for abuse has been mentioned before, on the discord. (https://discord.com/channels/3080311634 ... 8182764554).
Genesis is fascinating, I have thought, as a medium for stories. I can think of no other games remotely similar to Genesis in this regard. To have grudges spanning decades, rivalries, friendships, conflicts, is truly incredible. The possibilities, as me and Muzan have found are near unlimited. There are countless stories of the infamous (for all the wrong reasons)(I played a great General, mister ungrateful) Red Dragonarmy High Command that I should love to tell. Maybe one day. But, overall, Genesis is by far the finest form of escapism that there is. I doubt many of you will disagree with me on this (I do so enjoy being addicted).
I can still remember when I first joined Genesis, I saw this note (viewtopic.php?p=44308&) it always seemed so cool, and badass to me, that the Nazgûl even existed(scared the living daylight out of me… looking at you, Moghiadin). I suppose that's why I write this; to imitate a fraction of their coolness. A few more logs, then.
Firstly, a letter I sadly never sent. I thought it was quite cool, so I shall force it upon you all. For context, at the time, Taran was a ranger, and Lord of Aranarth. Muzan was of the Red Dragonarmy, and Tuathla had complained about him.
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| Greetings Lady Agarwaen, |
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| I think you have taken offence to the idea of your lands "bleed[ing] Red"? |
| Are you worried perhaps this will stain your high horse red? |
| |
| But I am of the understanding Agarwaen translates as bloodstained ; that |
| should be of no concern... |
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| Mayhaps it is a deeper concern. That there so exists a noble Dunedain who |
| opposes your Knighthood? |
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| I reply to that as a fellow Dunedan. One of my own has indeed walked a path |
| that is not my own. As a fellow leader of a house, Lady Tuathla, I am sure |
| you know the importance in good running of a house. The Lord - or Lady - of |
| a house is responsible for the good image of a house. And I sit strong in |
| the knowledge that - and it is quite clear to me - there is a difference, |
| one I am sure you are aware of, between Path and Blood. |
| |
| There are two Mages - Goldman and Celephias - with seats at your table. |
| |
| There sits a seat for a disgraced knight, Poet, who now occupies a |
| goblinish form. |
| |
| It is in bad taste. That despite this you seek to tell me how I am to run |
| my house. I do not take a side in your war, Lady Tuathla. I do not expect |
| you to do so in mine. Where it that I did, I would not make requirements on |
| Muzan other than honour. |
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| Muzan acts with the honour befitting of his blood. |
| |
| Muzan walks a path different to mine, with the honour befitting of his |
| blood. |
| |
| So tell me, should I tell Muzan the oath he swore to the Steward now |
| expands unto all things that say they walk in the Light? May he not make |
| a path other than that I write? |
| |
| Muzan will remain one of mine until I am given a good reason otherwise. |
| In truth, |
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| Lord Taran of the House of Aranarth |
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Stories, Pullman writes, are “what make us human”. Perhaps that, I can blame for my morbid fascination with stories of Genesis of old. When you get down to it, Genesis is essentially collaborative storytelling(ugh… is that you, Riva?There is truth in this, though. Like Muzan’s Autobiographies… go read those). And I think it’s a shame that so many stories are being lost; here are some good places to find some, that I feel are often overlooked:
Logs & Stories section of this forum has some gems
https://www.oocities.org/timessquare/ar ... ar/?202411 is slow, but very nice.
Looking at archive.org for genesis mud allows some insights into the depths of time for gen.
And beyond that, talking to ancient players. They don’t have much else better to do oftentimes
(they should be playing with their kids smh)Aaaaaaand I got sidetracked again.
By now I have forgotten exactly how long I’ve been playing Genesis for, but something that has always remained is the joy of exploration. That’s what I’ve always seen Genesis as: an exploration game. Although I’ve sucked at a lot of other things, to be fair (I have redacted my comment).
Some interactions will always stay with me. Taran being grilled by Saya whilst having Diri whispering to him her advice (and anger). The shock when
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A shadow falls suddenly over the area, growing quickly darker as you watch. But no shadow is this, for as quickly as you can draw a breath it has become a black-robed hooded male orc, who sets upon you in wrath!
The black-robed hooded male orc draws power from the realm of shadows.
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With the help of Dark Sorcery, someone tells you:
I will teach you if you follow the path of the Seeker.
Do you try to kill all your apprentices? I was kinda tempted, but, y'know...
With the help of Dark Sorcery, someone tells you:
I do not attempt to kill my apprentices, only Rebels who refuse to return the imbued blade they stole from me. The offer to return it still stands.
I think I'll take you up on your offer to become a seeker. Once I wake up tomorrow, I'll head straight for the elemental temple to post my application!
With the help of Dark Sorcery, someone tells you:
At last you make a decision of your own.
Go me, yeah!
Anyways, enjoying all the chipmunks? They make excellent therapy pets after a stressful day, no?
So, ummm, where do I sign up to become your apprentice?
And can I still drink Kahve if I have no heart?
With the help of Dark Sorcery, someone tells you:
You must abandon your Rebel cloak and embrace a sinister heart to enter the Black City. The instructions for the Path of the Seeker are upon the city board or in the Tower Library.
A sinister heart? I thought you served the giver of gifts!?
I'm getting cold feet about this now...
And my cloak keeps my feet rather warm...
With the help of Dark Sorcery, someone tells you:
The Dark Lord rewards those who serve Him well. Perhaps the Path is too difficult for one accustomed to kahve and campfires.
(People need to stop being mean to each other outside of the game. Separate your characters. Be good men and women. Touch grass.)
It’s been a pleasure, everyone, and I’ve had a lot of fun.
Taran & Muzan
