RangerWickett
Legend
Part of the art of lying isn't just looking convincing. It's about having something to say. They should do improv, to have a quick response when they're put on the spot.
I am amused.
Burlesque. Pickpocket Gauntlet. Timed lockpicking sequences.
Ah, a variety show. Good times.
American Gladiator.
Okay, this might be going a little far. "Meet my master thieves: Blaze. Laser. Blazer. And my fitness consigliere Meechelle."
My campaign setting began as just a kitchen sink to set dungeon dives in, but I'm trying to flesh it out a bit more. Find its tone.
It's an ancient Earth. I mean, so ancient that its sun is a red giant. So ancient that [demi]human history is measured in billions of years.
Before we go any farther: necromancer riding on top of the blood-rune-inscribed husk of a harrier jumpjet. Okay, continue.
The Earth is fading, and everybody knows it. Really -- there was a prophesy a few years ago, and for once all of Earth's soothsayers agreed that the world is ending. When? They don't know exactly, but Earth's glory days are over.
The question is, how would the peoples of a Fading Earth act? Other than every forest having long since been cut down and then replanted in nice even rows, how would such a world look?
If we're not already to the societal decay stage, and there are still large nations and such, I'd imagine some sort of lottery system. "We're all working to create a ship that will carry people away to safety. There's only room for 5000 people aboard, but if you want a chance to fly, you have to contribute!"
Even if we are in Mad Max territory, there would be false prophets living like kings as they get their minions to work on crazy projects that supposedly will save them all.
Prayers and invocations to higher and lower entities. Maybe an alien will handily teleport the whole planet to some system with a younger sun. Maybe someone will figure out a way to have the sun start fissioning instead of fusioning, for a solar fountain of youth.
Robots! Or Undead. Either way, people trying to become immortal in ways that will endure after the end of the world.
Normal people? Eh, the world's probably not going to end in my lifetime, so I might as well keep doing what we've always been doing: working to feed ourselves, shagging like bunnies, trying to make sure the kids turn out alright and don't go joining those "become a golem" cults.