How I play: I accept both DM rp games and Bad End Battle games. Games usually last an hour or a bit longer. The account can play as Male or Female with a differences to the story of the Spire depending on which you take. The expectation is for there to be some RP and light worldbuilding in games, with a deeper focus on the history of the tower in DM rp/on the profile.
Additional Mechanics will be introduced for those who wish to challenge the spire, and additional challenges may unlock new mechanics, stories, and more~
History of the Spire
Ice, cold, winter… the slowing of things, the long death, frozen, at last stopped
As the cold comes our body, slows, our breath stills, and moments grow longer as does the night
In ages long past, lines crossed in the frozen tundra, power swirled in the powder snow and ice, as glaciers rose, twisting into spires, a palace, sanctum, tomb of ice
As grew power, so too grew desire. Covetous need to have, to hold the power within. So they flocked, like starving crows to carrion as the frigid wastes melted just enough to offer its prize
A powerful chief of the frozen tundra - leading his tribe. Men, their eyes dark and hungry, hulking berserkers, their minds nought but their fury and their passions, and his advisor, clever and ambitious, with goals of his own…
A mistress of ice, whose commands of runic magic brought envy amongst her peers… as she would tell it. Driven to claim the darkness for herself. Those who fell under her spell were her men at arms, the hulking abominations that she summoned to serve at her behest her honor guard, and a dark reflection that whispered to her, driving her to such lengths, stalking her shadow…
Time passed differently in the ice, slowing, moments ever longer. The two forces locked in a perpetual embrace, each looking to establish the ice as their demesne. How long has passed since their conflict began… what is its latest chapter…
And you… who arrives now in these frozen wastes… what treasures appear as the ice melts… what risks lie before you as it cools once again. Winter comes and goes, contracting and receding, and those who are unwise and unwary may find themselves trapped in the ice, their expression frozen, twisted in agony and ecstasy… or perhaps they shall escape with their plunder, and merely a cold whisper at their ear, inviting them to return and dare the cold again… to discover more of the mysteries of Frostwind Spire, to take their place as its rightful ruler… or be lost in the swirling snow and temptation just as those who came before…
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