Recruiting for Dungeon World: The Dead Courtiers
Centuries ago, there was an almighty lich whose empire stretched across the entire world. Unmatched in his power, his vassals and sycophants paid him tribute and called him by many names: the Skull Lord, the Grand Hegemon, the Bone Emperor, the Hand of Death. His personal favorite were the various nasty things they called him behind his back. Not only did such wretched mumblings prove that he was feared, they also gave him an excuse to torture somebody, which always brightened his day. But though he reveled in the groveling of underlings, to his closest confidants, to his inner circle, he was known simply as Mr Bones.
Mr Bones and his Dead Courtiers reigned over the world for a terrible century, and then a plucky band of heroes forged a resistance under the name of Pelor, which rose up and defeated Mr Bones. Which was inconvenient, but everyone knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Though that which is dead cannot die, the Dead Court was scattered, their empire broken, and an era of chaos began as hundreds of warlords and petty tyrants struggled to fill the power vacuum. Really, everyone was probably better off when Mr Bones was in charge. He kept things running, and that's more than Pelor's motley crew can say.
Then again, maybe you only think that because you're a Dead Courtier.
The Dead Court has fallen on hard times. Some of them have seen limited success as a solo warlord, others have just hidden themselves away in secluded towers or forgotten crypts, and some have become wandering mercenary adventurers of their own. Recently, however, the members of the Dead Court (or their heirs, in the cases when someone managed to permanently incapacitate one of the Court's immortal members) have all received a package. A simple letter containing a note and a rare luxury from before the collapse: a mirror. The note reads "you are cordially invited to the Dead Court 100 year reunion celebration. If attending, please RSVP immediately." The mirror is a simple round mirror only a few inches across, and embossed on the top of the frame the words "Mr Bones' Spectacular Folding Mirror!" You know this magic item. It can indeed be unfolded (despite appearing quite rigid) into a full-length mirror, which can then serve as a portal to the Land of the Dead, where the life is sucked out of the living. Makes for a convenient meeting place for people who are all dead to begin with. Every folding mirror you know of led direct to the Mr Bones Club for Extraordinary Ladies and Gentlemen of the Deceased Persuasion (you now recall just how much of a wordy son of a bitch Mr Bones was).
Looks like someone's getting the band back together.
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I should mention here that I'm hoping for players who will be able to post at least once every 2 days. Preferably daily. I don't expect the posts to be extremely long, nor do I expect people to post if they happen to have nothing to do at the moment (which shall hopefully be a rare occurrence), I just like to keep things moving.
