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  • #16
    Originally posted by LostLight View Post
    Hope could be a terrible, dreadful thing- sure, it shines like a star and give you a sense of direction in the darkest night, but in order to see it you must have the darkness first. You know never truly know hope without despair, and it would torment you, burn you and hurt you until the sun would shine and the star would be lost in the burning light of the dawn.
    “Hope is the last thing that dies in man; and though it be exceedingly deceitful, yet it is of this good use to us, that while we are traveling through life it conducts us in an easier and more pleasant way to our journey's end.”


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    • #17
      As an example, hope could drive a Promethean to persist in a lost cause or encourage someone to do so. Or, alternately, supporting a hope that probably shouldn't be carried out- mad scientists who want to conquer the world tend to be heavily inspired by hope, for example.

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      • #18
        This thread has some great stuff for a potential Player's Guide or Night Horrors book. The "Aurum mafia hitman" in particular would be a great fit for the second.

        Another thing to consider is that humanity has a definite tendency towards suspicion of outsiders and the strange, and a Promethean might attempt to gain acceptance by imitating that tendency: which would lead them to become hostile towards other Prometheans and other outsiders. Sort of the "I'm not like those freaks!" complex, which could be another interesting basis for an antagonist. I think this would have been an interesting route for the Botherud to take: so completely consumed with hatred from their own existence that they become hunters of other Prometheans.

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        • #19
          Originally posted by wyrdhamster View Post
          As i understand, characters Elpis is granting visions. How Pain and Sorrow can be inspiring to say 'Yes, I want to strive for it'? They may be nessecery to human life, but they do not seems inspirational.
          Elpides are subjective and irrational takes on humanity. There isn't some moral force sitting in high judgment of what is good human experience and what is bad. Instead, there is what is human, and what is not, according the Promethean who struggles to figure that out. A Promethean who has an Elpis of Pain doesn't know why humans avoid or bear the feeling. He feels pain himself, but it doesn't sap his strength, or his will. His body and heart cannot fail the way a mortal's can, driving them to self-destruction. He can't quite grasp how some people create pain for themselves, or for others. For the Promethean, pain is a dull and faint reminder not to stick his hand in the gears, not some fearsome guardian holding the line between one's world and one's vulnerability. To fear pain, dismemberment, and heartbreak is to understand something truly alive. Torment hurts, but it's a consequence of being inhuman, and fails to impart anything useful in itself.

          In particular, note how the Pain write-up emphasizes sacrifice. Humans will bear tremendous pain to achieve a goal they believe to be worth it. Childbirth, marathons, surgery, you name it. Prometheans trapped outside humanity see the way mortals will choose a more painful path, and struggle to understand why. The one with the Pain Elpis sees that Pain, for all its negativity, gives the reward meaning, worth. He starts seeing his own Pilgrimage as practice for feeling pain as a mortal. After all, what prize would humanity be if he couldn't bear the fundamental fact that humans get hurt, and humans die painful deaths? Pain is scary, but there's so much to be learned from it.

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          • #20
            Originally posted by wyrdhamster View Post
            As i understand, characters Elpis is granting visions. How Pain and Sorrow can be inspiring to say 'Yes, I want to strive for it'? They may be nessecery to human life, but they do not seems inspirational.
            She wanders through the cold, wet night in the same dull stupor she has experienced since waking up on the slab. She acknowledges the cold but it doesn't touch her. She feels the sharp points of fallen branches and rocks against her feet but they are a distant thing. Ahead, she hears activity and pauses at the edge of the clearing, peering out at the gathering beyond. A collection of people, real people, are weeping as a wooden box is lowered into the ground. They touch one another, acknowledging their shared grief and comforting each other. The sounds of their sorrow cut through the dull patter of rain like a knife. For a moment, she understands their loss and feels a glimmer of their pain. Her throat closes and tears well in her eyes and the purity of this real emotion is like a light in the dark. Afterwards, she obsessively pursues the experience: sneaking into tragic movies, lingering at the edge of graveyards or in the corners of emergency rooms, devouring novels of failed romances, death, and war. Sometimes, she feels the flutter of it within her, but she quickly realizes that in order to feel loss she has to make connections. She steps onto the path of her Pilgrimage following Aurum and starts to seek human companionship.

            Another member of her eventual motley loves the gym. He exercises, certainly, but he also loves to see people pushing past the pain, the burn in their muscles and the ache in their joints, to bask in the feeling of being truly alive. His own muscles are like stone, strong and hard and unfeeling, and he covets that sensation of death lingering on the periphery of experience, making everything worthwhile and precious. This is probably why he gets into the boxing ring for the first time, searching for an opponent that can push him hard enough that he starts to really feel. When pressed by one of his companions, he admits that one of his first vivid memories was of a jogger stopping in the park to tend to a cramped muscle. He was confused, at first, since his own body worked in dull perfection, but then became fascinated by the frail creature before him and how she struggled against the limitations of her imperfect flesh.


            Eric Christian Berg
            Onyx Path Freelancer
            Promethean: The Created Second Edition, Dark Eras Companion

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            • #21
              One of the most inspirational stories told to this day, from thousands years past, is about a guy who was put through some astonishing amount of pain.

              So yeah.
              Last edited by TGUEIROS; 10-29-2016, 05:59 AM.

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