After being wiped out for the umpteenth time, the group of people excitedly waited for someone to start the next round. However, Lin's eyelids were so heavy that he could barely keep them open. He forced himself to stay awake and said, "Hey, it's late. Aren't you going to sleep?"
"Hurry up and start. I just thought of a good idea."
The group of people's energetic appearance reminded Lin of his experience of playing games all night when he was young. However, how could he be compared to the current him? He did not want to accompany this group of people.
After yawning, Lin said, "I can't take it anymore. You can find someone else to host."
"But we don't know the story of Candlelight Castle." Jermaine, who also wanted to continue playing, protested loudly.
"This is an adventure. Those who are interested in hosting can take out their own experience, make some changes, use some imagination, and then let the dice decide the difficulty. What's the big deal? Look at the rules book and see how to be a host. You can do it too. Or find someone else with rich adventure experience. They can do it too. Also, seriously, can't you use some normal methods and obediently go on adventures? Help people who need help, do some small missions that can give you experience, kill some monsters, and uphold justice. Don't always do those petty things. The Faerun Continent is huge. What's the point of you all playing yourselves to death in Candlelight Castle again and again? Anyway, those who are interested can find Kaya to copy the rules book and study it. "
After saying that, Lin did not pack up. After taking a big gulp of water, he directly flashed back to the carriage.
Hosting a TRPG was not easy at all. Among the various backgrounds, he chose the Dungeons and Dragons series because it was the most similar to life in the mysterious land. Apart from being the easiest to understand, it was also easy to find adventure experiences that could be used as a background from their own stories.
This way, he did not have to tie someone down to be the DM for ten thousand years. As long as others were willing to tell stories and let others participate according to the rules book, anyone could be a game host.
If he had chosen a wasteland as the background, just explaining what mutants were and what nuclear bombs were would have required a certain someone to spend the entire night talking about a story setting that would make people sleepy, and there would be no need for him to run around with a team.
If it was Cthulhu's background, it would be even worse. Because of his previous experience, he knew that those indescribable existences were not something that only existed in storybooks. If he provoked those things again, he wouldn't be able to survive even if he had several lives.
So, in the original consideration, the uncertain part was whether the natives of the Lost Land would accept this kind of game. However, it seemed that they were very interested in living a new life in a different way.
There was no need to mention the Lich who had led everyone astray. She belonged to that camp in the first place. What about the others? One was the king of the Elven Kingdom, the other was the young clan leader of the Silver Bearded Dwarves, and the other was the famous Elven Sword Dancer. What had they done in Candle Castle? In reality, if they were not drowned in a pig cage and paraded through the streets, it would be because the local people were stupid. A certain someone's fists were hard from being a DM, but they never got tired of it.
However, in the process of playing the game, another problem was exposed. After all, this rule book was something that was rushed out, so it was reasonable that it was not perfect. There were not enough types of dice, and some of the rules were contradictory. Especially in order to cooperate with the knowledge of the Lost Land, the basic attribute was to use eight types of authority. There were many flaws in the design.
But … Let's talk about it when he woke up. Now, a certain someone would fall unconscious as soon as he touched the pillow.
The next morning, he had a rare good sleep. Usually, the two apprentices would be very punctual to disturb his sleep, but today they were absent-minded?
Climbing out of the carriage, Lin was shocked to see the situation in the camp. Most of the elves had haggard faces, with two panda eyes, and were very serious about … carving dice?
The group of people around the campfire seemed to have changed a few times, and a few of them had also taken turns to be the DM. But now, they were all lying around, and each of them looked like they had just fallen asleep, but they looked like they were in a deep sleep. Looking at their posture, they would be miserable when they woke up, with all kinds of soreness.
Thinking about it carefully, this seemed to be normal. Although the rule book could be easily replicated with magic stones, there was no way to do it with dice. So, those who could play the game played the game, and those who could not, of course, thought of ways to make game props.
There were no gambling tools like dice in the Lost Land. Just take three or more covered bowls, guess which one had something in it, and gamble until some people lost their family fortune. Of course, most of them guessed the heads and tails of the coins.
If it was the most basic hexahedral dice, it might be easier to make, but twenty-sided dice? Even he ran into a wall a few times, and in the end, he directly used magic materials to make a qualified dice. If others directly used engraved dice, would it work?
Maybe the rule book was given away for free, and just selling dice was a good business? If he directly cast the mold with metal, there would be no need to use magic materials, and then use the thickness of the paint to adjust the center of gravity, it should be easier to make.
But as soon as this idea appeared, it was dispelled by someone. What a joke, the money he made from the forum was enough to bite his hand. If he added some other source of income, wouldn't it be the same as hanging the word "fat sheep" on his head again?
And this kind of TRPG gameplay, looking at the performance of the elves, was popular, but it was hard to say for people of other races. Plus, this was not magic knowledge, and it could not be sold through the channels of the Society of Sorcerers, and of course, it would not be guaranteed by the Society. So after the gameplay was exposed, and the rule book was released online, it was probably still difficult to make dice. Other than that, it was not difficult to pirate.
But a certain person did not think of making money by relying on this kind of thing. Because simple rules were never the focus, the real value was the story world that countless creators built together. Sometimes it was the story that attracted people, and people in turn established rules for it, making it a world that could be played. The business benefits of this expansion were much greater than a rule book alone.
Of course, he could also choose to establish authority in this field, suppress all possible signs that might arise, and monopolize this entertainment market … As a Mage who wanted to find a way home, doing that kind of thing seemed a bit unprofessional. And it was not a simple job that could be done casually.
Picking up the twenty-sided dice on the silver plate, Lin raised the dice, which were set off by the morning sun, shining brightly. Hmm? It feels weird, it seems that this thing is not quite the same? He picked up the dice and threw it a few times on the silver plate, but there was no abnormal bounce, or only a few numbers. It seemed that he was just overthinking.
On the other side, Mount Tarsis, a neutral sanctuary between the maze, the abyss, and the God's Kingdom. This was the frontline of the war between the Gods and the Outer Gods in the maze, and also the main battlefield at the beginning of the ancient Gods and the Gods.
The result of countless mighty forces fighting here was that it caused the space here to become pitted and extremely unstable. Even for the Gods, it was quite difficult to maintain their existence here, let alone fight.
Such a dangerous place now had a new function, and it was a place for the leaders of the various camps to meet peacefully.
That was because the Gods who died here would not revive in their own God's Kingdom. On the contrary, the God's Kingdom would collapse after the connection with the original owner was severed, and the God could not be more dead. Even the Evil Gods of the Abyss, who were known to be immortal and indestructible, did not appear again after causing trouble here. That was why everyone came here with caution.
Of course, other Gods and Evil Gods were not willing to appear in this dangerous neutral land just because someone summoned them. It was rare for so many Gods to gather here today, because the God's Kingdom and the Abyss had been shaken continuously since last night. Although there was no damage, this phenomenon still attracted the attention of these existences.
Today, the Goddess of Fate, Roccxianni, had summoned the Gods to Mount Tarsis. She was one of the few Gods who would receive a response after being summoned. Apart from always maintaining a neutral stance, the concept she represented was also the troublesome 'Fate' that the Gods found troublesome. No one wanted to go against her.
When a golden chariot pulled by two eight-legged horses charged into the neutral sanctum, the gods and evil gods who had already arrived couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble. Wearing a dazzling golden armor, the God of Protection, Apollos, entered this unstable space with the momentum of wind and thunder. He used his tyrannical divine power to stabilize the space he passed through, as though everything was smooth sailing.
The first thing Apollos saw was the God of Fate he had beaten up a while ago, the mischievous Lavogido. This frivolous brother was so scared that he hid behind his sister.
The Gods gathered in groups according to their respective camps and friendships, and there was a clear distinction between them. Apollos drove the chariot alone and arrived in front of the half-withered and half-cold God. He let out a deafening voice and asked, "Why do you look like you're about to die? Were you the one who caused yesterday's incident? Are you here to make arrangements for your funeral? "
Roggsoni didn't answer this boorish fellow who could anger a bunch of Gods and Demons to death just by talking. It was a waste of her face. The Goddess of Fate just spread out the palm of her withered body, and there was a twenty-faced die in her palm. And this was the one that someone had meticulously made, and this Goddess had secretly exchanged it with a fake she had made herself.
Once the die was out, there was another tremor. This space, which was already on the verge of collapse, seemed like it would collapse at any time.
Different from the Ancient Gods who personified all things in nature, the New Gods who had gone through the Dark Age and grew up were Gods who upheld various beliefs and concepts.
So when these concepts were shaken, it would affect their existence; when these beliefs no longer existed, they would also disappear. As the history of civilization progressed, concepts would change and beliefs would shift. These were all very normal phenomena, but these things all had signs. And when discovering signs, there were usually two options.
"Do you want us to assist you in eradicating the source of this shaken concept?"
This was the approach of most Gods and the so-called 'conservative' faction. They stifled all changes and stubbornly followed the old path. But Roggsoni shook her head. She flipped her palm and threw the die. The die fell to the ground and bounced a few times, but it was like a huge drum and bell that heavily struck the Gods' chests. Everyone knew that this Goddess's power had reached a new level.
The other option was to absorb and expand one's own concepts as the times changed. Although the slightest carelessness would result in the collapse of the God's Divinity, those who could survive would usually become even more powerful.
But Klein, the mysterious God hidden in the fog, didn't think much of the choice of Goddess of Fate. Abandoning the mystery, she was indeed more powerful, but there were also traces that could be followed. It was hard to say whether it was good or bad.
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