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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from JamesGoblin in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    I certainly agree. It would be very cool, and really open up some interesting options for story. But like I said, I like to play by the rules as much as I can, so I'll just go with the idea that the people on these planets are pretty much long gone. 
    Thanks again! If I have any more questions, I'll post them in this thread.
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from JamesGoblin in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Fantastic, Kraahk. Thanks a ton. I'll have to revise some of the more interesting ways my previous vessels may have died after possession, as a mother poisoning her family to save them from the Hunger doesn't fit anymore. That's an easy one I liked, lol.
    I think my biggest issue is going to be relating to my crow, unfortunately. And character motivations, if my crow effectively ceases to exist, at least in any mental capacity. This is going to be a tough one.
    I also don't just want to meet my guinea mother if she's been inhabited by another crow. In that case, and if my vessel is pretty much the same guy he was in life, he'd be the one trying and failing to have a heart attack while the other crow stands there all-knowing and baffled at my reaction.
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from JamesGoblin in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Woooooah hold on here, BarriaKarl. Now I'm confused.
    If what Tinnis says about Thralls is true (supported by the FAQ), these worlds are already on their last leg, right? If my guinea mother were to exist at all, she's a ghost that I could recruit to make me pies for the next year?
    Also, I'm not terribly concerned about the original life of my crow. If I can get away with it, he pretty much won't remember which one is which. What I'm wondering about is the life of the vessel. Or new vessel. It seems impossible that I would know anyone I come across as the crow (unless I somehow meet another crow who was on a previous planet with me and we figure that out) but, if there are still mortals on the new (to us) planet, it seems possible that someone might recognize the vessel I am controlling, right?
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from JamesGoblin in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Thank you so much for directing me to this very helpful information Tinnis.
    And thank you Kraahk. 
    I really like to try to push boundaries a little bit while still keeping in line with established lore, so the questions may continue to flow.
    It still seems like my concept would work, but only if the crow was ancient. Do we even close to know how many vessels our crow has occupied? What about when Gaea died and the Hunger was born (grew in power? started to spread?)? Do we know at all how long ago that happened? Were the crows created in response to the imminent danger of the Hunger, or have they been a thing since Hero? It seems like his was more of a sentencing of constant strife rather than immortality.
    And it would be safe to assume that each of these worlds have an established population before dead people begin to rise from their graves? Meaning that my guinea mother's weak heart might still give out at seeing her once dead son walking around? I mean, it seems as if we're rebuilding from scratch, but if that's the case all over each of these planets, are we just trying to save remnants so that the gods might be able to start over at some point? 
    I'm glad that I have all those questions to consider when fleshing out my crow (pun?). It helps to know that what is going on in the mind of the crow is more of a mystery than anything.
    Thank you guys again!
     
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from JamesGoblin in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    ((OOC)) Hello everyone! 
    Short introduction. I mostly like to write, and, given that everything I read is in some way related to what ever IP I am currently obsessed with, my writing is often in the same vein. I have RPed on MUDs in the past as well as MMO's, but neither really grabbed my attention. Crowfall may have the same effect.
    BUT I'm also really intrigued by the idea of the vessel system. I've read previous threads about how the "crow" works and whether it keeps the memories of what happened while occupying vessels and whether or not that knowledge transfers to new vessels. I am still having trouble with it, however. I don't have a problem with the idea that the "crow" fully inhabits the new vessel, I just think that, for me anyway, it's a little too safe.
    I think I'm going to go ahead and write an in-character introduction (I happened to buy the $70 pack without realizing that I won't get to experience a little guinea knight, so I may not play until 5.3 goes live) but I have an idea that I'm not sure is possible.
    It doesn't seem to be a rule that the "crow" -has- to remember anything. What if the "crow" only remembers the events that took place while he occupied previous vessels when he is in the form of the crow? 
    This brings up the question of the worlds that we are traveling (are we traveling?) to after the previous one is destroyed. It seems to me like the "crow" is only being introduced into the world in the last year of its life. Does that make the lives of the current inhabitants up to the point that the crows begin to occupy the vessels moot? Or, are these worlds being created year by year in order to stave off or feed the Hunger? If anything, we seem to be hopping from one reality to another, seeing as the Hunger was brought on by the death of Gaea (not to mention the giant sentient guinea pigs).
    I think it would be very interesting to have the character of the "crow", a nameless figure that is invisible to the mortal eye, be a literal guardian who is sacrificing the vast majority of his individuality in order to fight this Hunger. He knows that when he chooses a new vessel, he will effectively cease to exist, but his experiences make each new vessel more capable than the last. Whether it began as a duty or reaction, his purpose is now to try and try again to deal with the Hunger. 
    I think as a writer, you could still have the new vessel remember certain things from past lives, especially if they help him in his current one. Maybe it's my own human nature, but I want to care about the person (or guinea person) whose physical form I am using. 
    If my guinea mother comes up to me in the street and I don't recognize her, she may die of a broken heart. I really don't want to hold her tiny little life in my ghostly talons. That is my main concern.
     
    EDIT: Hopefully making a new topic for this isn't a big deal. If need be, I can post it in an existing thread instead.
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from JamesGoblin in Cotton Rising - Short story/IC Introduction!   
    ((OOC)) Hey guys! Thanks to several awesome people, I was able to get a basic in character outline worked out!
     
    ((IC))
    Cotton Rising
     
    I'm not sure if I get headaches. If I did, now would be the time for one. Each time I come back to myself, it's with a rush so powerful, so overwhelming, that I almost feel something physical. Like the memories of every broken nose I've endured stack up, multiply with the presence of each other, and hit me again... all at once. It doesn't last long, really. But each time, with every limb cut in battle, every friend lost... every touch I've shared... I relive it in that time that doesn't last long. All of it.
     
    When the pressure fades, I'm as I have always returned. This contemptuous harbinger of death. Some phantasm of countless lives lived and lost. Was it the Hunger this time? Did one of those mortals get lucky with the point of his spear? Was it someone like me?... I've had a harder time keeping track of things after I come back. All the memories are there, but where do I place them? Was I set aflame in the woods? Did I fall victim yet again to the massive axe of some creature three times my size? Or was it, as usually suspected, divine intervention? Each has taken place, but when? Was this last life snuffed out peacefully, or with strife? Was my original body taken by the fire or the axe? Or was it something else entirely? I'm becoming more okay with the idea of not knowing.
     
    I've floated through countless cemeteries. Moved unimpeded through thick stone walls to search for a worthy candidate. I probably didn't like it so much at one point. Now, it defines who I am. At least until I am something new. Again. This incorporeal form is awfully comfortable, though.
     
    I've thought about just leaving. Floating through the endless black of space, reliving my glories, contemplating my sorrows... mourning my losses. I'm sure he would like to do so as well. The one who mournes... Kane. I think he's the one who put me here... made me this way. I don't really remember. Whatever it was that talked me into this had a grave voice. One which made me shudder. I remember the pain and the regret in it. I remember that it mirrored mine, but I do not remember why.
     
    What did I do to deserve this?
     
    As quickly as it came, my lament fades. Though I may dwell, I have purpose. Urgent purpose. I do not have the luxury of feeling sorry for myself, for I am just a tool. I know this, and cannot fight the urge to continue. The crow presses on.
     
    I would like to say that this form leads me, but it doesn't. I pick the subjects of my next conquest. I am, however, driven by something more than myself. Or, more than I was, at least. When I wander back to self loathing, my mind is redirected. Focused.
     
    Historically, I have looked for the largest mausoleums. Specifically, doors that could only be moved by creatures like the one who removed the head from my shoulders once. Did he separate it from my spine using only his grip, or did he have a blade? Refocus.
     
    Finding a stone slab of commendable size, I slip through it. This doesn't feel any different from traveling through the air that carries me. I do simply that, slip through. The light cast by this incorporeal form helps me see. Or does it? Maybe I can just feel everything around me. I don't know, but it is as natural as breathing has always been.
     
    The sarcophagus in the middle of the room is smaller than the previous one, I think. Did the previous body have horns? Were they snapped off, or was it the one who died with his horns intact? Maybe it's not smaller than the last one.
     
    Gliding down to floor level, I can just make out the worn plaque that rests against the foot of the stone coffin.
     
    “Here lies Astros, named for his father and slain for his people.”
     
    I try to whisper his name, but of course, cannot. Before I enter the warrior's place of rest, a glint of metal catches my eye. Around the corner from the plaque is a smaller sarcophagus. I try to feel the muscles once present to tilt my head in curiosity. If the form did, I do not know, but the light coming from it makes the metal shine brighter. I recognize the pile quickly as gold. There are also intricate little weapons and goblets inset with gems every color of the spectrum. Sensing another plaque beneath the pile, I move within and read, much more easily, the gold plaque underneath.
     
    “Here lies Sir Cotton, father, friend, protector, and savior. May his sacrifice never be forgotten, and his loyalty carry on through his people.”
     
    Many times, when I find a suitable candidate, I don't know much about their previous lives. My choice often reflects the physical attributes found in a warrior. A champion is required to fight, stave off, or sate the Hunger. But perhaps a man of conviction, beloved by his people and loyal to the end can make more of a difference. Maybe it is I who needs a change of pace.
     
    I make my choice with the conviction I imagine in this much smaller container covered in the tributes of his loved ones. Without doubt, this is the man who would at least get us closer to some kind of resolution. He's certainly not the first. Hopefully he is the last, though it is not likely.
     
    Perhaps with the next choice, I'll try not to talk to myself so much. Everyone needs a goal.
     
     
    As I open my eyes in total darkness, my name comes back to me.
     
    Sir Cotton.
     
    I try to sit up and hit my nose hard. I reach up and feel claws scratch around in some hair around the tiny, rough button poking out.
     
    Why can't I see?... Didn't I die?
     
    Something wet comes from my snout. My sensitive nose picks up the smell immediately and recognizes it as my own blood.
     
    I reach up and place my paws on the stone covering me. Panic overwhelms me. I slap at the slab until I can calm for a moment as my open palms close to fists. More liquid comes from my knuckles. I take several deep breaths and open my palms. As I push, I feel stronger than I once was. Almost as if the whole of the Guinecian army were assisting me, the slab grinds aside and falls with a heavy clatter to the floor. I climb out and stare at the tarnished, aged gold surrounding the stone box I was in.
     
    Noticing the proximity of a larger sarcophagus against mine, I strain my eyes to read the plaque before I stumble back, falling on my hindquarters. I try to whisper his name but cannot help from choking the sound.
     
    “Astros... my friend...” Composing myself, I place a paw upon the stone encasing the mighty warrior.
     
    “Why was I praised so, and you were barely remembered...” I manage to scoff as I look back to the plaque. “Named for his father and slain for his people... that simply won't do.” I resolved to honor the true hero before making my exit with a purpose I don't fully understand. Something pulling at my mind... Some imminent danger...
     
    First, moving the pitiful plaque for the true martyr to the floor, I try to hold back tears and fail. I pick up the marker for my grave, now empty, and situate it underneath his so that it read, however crudely pasted, “Here lies Astros, named for his father and slain for his people. Father, friend, protector, and savior. May his sacrifice never be forgotten, and his loyalty carry on through his people.”
     
    As I dry the fur beneath my eyes, my mouth flexes into a frown.
     
    “I will remember you, Astros, Champion of Men. I do not know why the second chance was given to me... my family simply loved me. I did nothing to deserve this wealth and adoration. I was a disappointment.” My newfound strength clenched in my fists at my side, another tear breaks through my closed eyes. Sniffling, I raise my head again. “But that will change. If there is nothing else to fight for, I will live in your memory, though I could never hope to be the defender you were.”
     
    Resolve rising in my chest, I turn on my heel and start up the stairs to the surface. I don't know why I live again. But I will find out. I will return to my friend in the end, and take my place beside him, eternally.
     
    I am Sir Cotton, Guinecian Knight... And I have a Hunger for answers.
     
    ((OOC)) It's long of course. If anyone wants to jump off of this, you're welcome to! I also very much appreciate critiques if that's your thing. (You might PM me those if we can do that!)
    Thanks! 
    Edit: I kind of hate the title now. Maybe I'll change it to A True Martyr. Or something like that.
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from Everhoid in Cotton Rising - Short story/IC Introduction!   
    ((OOC)) Hey guys! Thanks to several awesome people, I was able to get a basic in character outline worked out!
     
    ((IC))
    Cotton Rising
     
    I'm not sure if I get headaches. If I did, now would be the time for one. Each time I come back to myself, it's with a rush so powerful, so overwhelming, that I almost feel something physical. Like the memories of every broken nose I've endured stack up, multiply with the presence of each other, and hit me again... all at once. It doesn't last long, really. But each time, with every limb cut in battle, every friend lost... every touch I've shared... I relive it in that time that doesn't last long. All of it.
     
    When the pressure fades, I'm as I have always returned. This contemptuous harbinger of death. Some phantasm of countless lives lived and lost. Was it the Hunger this time? Did one of those mortals get lucky with the point of his spear? Was it someone like me?... I've had a harder time keeping track of things after I come back. All the memories are there, but where do I place them? Was I set aflame in the woods? Did I fall victim yet again to the massive axe of some creature three times my size? Or was it, as usually suspected, divine intervention? Each has taken place, but when? Was this last life snuffed out peacefully, or with strife? Was my original body taken by the fire or the axe? Or was it something else entirely? I'm becoming more okay with the idea of not knowing.
     
    I've floated through countless cemeteries. Moved unimpeded through thick stone walls to search for a worthy candidate. I probably didn't like it so much at one point. Now, it defines who I am. At least until I am something new. Again. This incorporeal form is awfully comfortable, though.
     
    I've thought about just leaving. Floating through the endless black of space, reliving my glories, contemplating my sorrows... mourning my losses. I'm sure he would like to do so as well. The one who mournes... Kane. I think he's the one who put me here... made me this way. I don't really remember. Whatever it was that talked me into this had a grave voice. One which made me shudder. I remember the pain and the regret in it. I remember that it mirrored mine, but I do not remember why.
     
    What did I do to deserve this?
     
    As quickly as it came, my lament fades. Though I may dwell, I have purpose. Urgent purpose. I do not have the luxury of feeling sorry for myself, for I am just a tool. I know this, and cannot fight the urge to continue. The crow presses on.
     
    I would like to say that this form leads me, but it doesn't. I pick the subjects of my next conquest. I am, however, driven by something more than myself. Or, more than I was, at least. When I wander back to self loathing, my mind is redirected. Focused.
     
    Historically, I have looked for the largest mausoleums. Specifically, doors that could only be moved by creatures like the one who removed the head from my shoulders once. Did he separate it from my spine using only his grip, or did he have a blade? Refocus.
     
    Finding a stone slab of commendable size, I slip through it. This doesn't feel any different from traveling through the air that carries me. I do simply that, slip through. The light cast by this incorporeal form helps me see. Or does it? Maybe I can just feel everything around me. I don't know, but it is as natural as breathing has always been.
     
    The sarcophagus in the middle of the room is smaller than the previous one, I think. Did the previous body have horns? Were they snapped off, or was it the one who died with his horns intact? Maybe it's not smaller than the last one.
     
    Gliding down to floor level, I can just make out the worn plaque that rests against the foot of the stone coffin.
     
    “Here lies Astros, named for his father and slain for his people.”
     
    I try to whisper his name, but of course, cannot. Before I enter the warrior's place of rest, a glint of metal catches my eye. Around the corner from the plaque is a smaller sarcophagus. I try to feel the muscles once present to tilt my head in curiosity. If the form did, I do not know, but the light coming from it makes the metal shine brighter. I recognize the pile quickly as gold. There are also intricate little weapons and goblets inset with gems every color of the spectrum. Sensing another plaque beneath the pile, I move within and read, much more easily, the gold plaque underneath.
     
    “Here lies Sir Cotton, father, friend, protector, and savior. May his sacrifice never be forgotten, and his loyalty carry on through his people.”
     
    Many times, when I find a suitable candidate, I don't know much about their previous lives. My choice often reflects the physical attributes found in a warrior. A champion is required to fight, stave off, or sate the Hunger. But perhaps a man of conviction, beloved by his people and loyal to the end can make more of a difference. Maybe it is I who needs a change of pace.
     
    I make my choice with the conviction I imagine in this much smaller container covered in the tributes of his loved ones. Without doubt, this is the man who would at least get us closer to some kind of resolution. He's certainly not the first. Hopefully he is the last, though it is not likely.
     
    Perhaps with the next choice, I'll try not to talk to myself so much. Everyone needs a goal.
     
     
    As I open my eyes in total darkness, my name comes back to me.
     
    Sir Cotton.
     
    I try to sit up and hit my nose hard. I reach up and feel claws scratch around in some hair around the tiny, rough button poking out.
     
    Why can't I see?... Didn't I die?
     
    Something wet comes from my snout. My sensitive nose picks up the smell immediately and recognizes it as my own blood.
     
    I reach up and place my paws on the stone covering me. Panic overwhelms me. I slap at the slab until I can calm for a moment as my open palms close to fists. More liquid comes from my knuckles. I take several deep breaths and open my palms. As I push, I feel stronger than I once was. Almost as if the whole of the Guinecian army were assisting me, the slab grinds aside and falls with a heavy clatter to the floor. I climb out and stare at the tarnished, aged gold surrounding the stone box I was in.
     
    Noticing the proximity of a larger sarcophagus against mine, I strain my eyes to read the plaque before I stumble back, falling on my hindquarters. I try to whisper his name but cannot help from choking the sound.
     
    “Astros... my friend...” Composing myself, I place a paw upon the stone encasing the mighty warrior.
     
    “Why was I praised so, and you were barely remembered...” I manage to scoff as I look back to the plaque. “Named for his father and slain for his people... that simply won't do.” I resolved to honor the true hero before making my exit with a purpose I don't fully understand. Something pulling at my mind... Some imminent danger...
     
    First, moving the pitiful plaque for the true martyr to the floor, I try to hold back tears and fail. I pick up the marker for my grave, now empty, and situate it underneath his so that it read, however crudely pasted, “Here lies Astros, named for his father and slain for his people. Father, friend, protector, and savior. May his sacrifice never be forgotten, and his loyalty carry on through his people.”
     
    As I dry the fur beneath my eyes, my mouth flexes into a frown.
     
    “I will remember you, Astros, Champion of Men. I do not know why the second chance was given to me... my family simply loved me. I did nothing to deserve this wealth and adoration. I was a disappointment.” My newfound strength clenched in my fists at my side, another tear breaks through my closed eyes. Sniffling, I raise my head again. “But that will change. If there is nothing else to fight for, I will live in your memory, though I could never hope to be the defender you were.”
     
    Resolve rising in my chest, I turn on my heel and start up the stairs to the surface. I don't know why I live again. But I will find out. I will return to my friend in the end, and take my place beside him, eternally.
     
    I am Sir Cotton, Guinecian Knight... And I have a Hunger for answers.
     
    ((OOC)) It's long of course. If anyone wants to jump off of this, you're welcome to! I also very much appreciate critiques if that's your thing. (You might PM me those if we can do that!)
    Thanks! 
    Edit: I kind of hate the title now. Maybe I'll change it to A True Martyr. Or something like that.
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    MonsterKoala reacted to Pann in BRINGING 5.3 TO LIVE   
    Although we are not able to say exactly when this will happen, we are close enough that we wanted to give testers a heads up.
    One important thing to note is that this deployment of 5.3.1 to LIVE will include a wipe of all Spirit Banks, inventories, Purchase imports and Eternal Kingdoms. Skills will be reset on LIVE but not TEST as LIVE is moving to the new skill system.  
    Crowfall’s LIVE servers are available 24/7 to backers in the Pre-Alpha 1 down through Beta 2 test groups. The TEST server is available for spot tests as announced and can currently be accessed by the Pre-Alpha 1 through Beta 1 test groups.
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from Kraahk in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    I certainly agree. It would be very cool, and really open up some interesting options for story. But like I said, I like to play by the rules as much as I can, so I'll just go with the idea that the people on these planets are pretty much long gone. 
    Thanks again! If I have any more questions, I'll post them in this thread.
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from Kraahk in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Fantastic, Kraahk. Thanks a ton. I'll have to revise some of the more interesting ways my previous vessels may have died after possession, as a mother poisoning her family to save them from the Hunger doesn't fit anymore. That's an easy one I liked, lol.
    I think my biggest issue is going to be relating to my crow, unfortunately. And character motivations, if my crow effectively ceases to exist, at least in any mental capacity. This is going to be a tough one.
    I also don't just want to meet my guinea mother if she's been inhabited by another crow. In that case, and if my vessel is pretty much the same guy he was in life, he'd be the one trying and failing to have a heart attack while the other crow stands there all-knowing and baffled at my reaction.
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    MonsterKoala reacted to BarriaKarl in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    On their last lag? yeah, but that doesnt mean without survivors. I personally think that based on the lore the worlds arent supposed to in such a dire situation as we will get in game.
    When we arrive the only effects of the hunger is making the wildlife more savage (and creating zombies too AFAIK) so the local people has no reason to be extinct. It is only in winter that resources become scarcer and the wildlife becomes deadly enough for survival to be a serious issue. When we arrive things are just slightly wrong (zombies are nothing when dragons are a thing).
    Those differences are to be expected though, we are making a PvP only game so we aint wasting time creating NPC villages and the likes (more so when they will all die before the end of the campaign). I believe most players wouldnt even interact with NPCs if they existed. That is why the DEVs use the "extinct civilization" card and skip the hassle.
    It would be really cool to see the world slowly dying for real though. Shame it would waste our precious time and money.
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    MonsterKoala reacted to Kraahk in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Your concept can also work if it is a new crow, don't worry. Like i said, it is not clearly defined, so you are free.   They do. A long time ago the devs mentioned the history module. It will simulate the history of each world, which cultures lived their and what conflicts they had and how they ended ... resulting in a specific and individual number of ruins, strongholds and other points of interest at the point of time when the crows arrive to scavenge the remains.
    As far as we know up to now, those cultures will already have dissappeared, when we enter the already dying worlds. There will only be those whos bodies will rise from their graves and the bodiless souls that are still trapped on this world (the aforementioned thralls).
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    MonsterKoala reacted to BarriaKarl in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    I think your implementation is in accordance with the Lore we know. There is actually a lot of aspects where the Lore is kinda vague and that leaves room for individual interpretation.
    Safe. These worlds are like earth, imagine someday scientists discover this weird cloud-like thing travelling to earth and boom! next thing you know these people (and monsters) with weird powers start to appear and scavenge earth before hunger arrives and devour the whole thing.
    It is possible to meet people you know technically but that would require you to be a newly created crow. And that would also mean your home planet is doomed and all the people you love will die in front of you while you cant help them. So i would prefer to never come across that situation.
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    MonsterKoala reacted to Tinnis in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    The first Crow was presented as 'Hero'
    https://crowfall.com/en/pantheon/hero/
    There aren't really any strict time lines about events given - e.g. death of gaea, spread of hunger, disappearance of the all-father, forming of the chaos, order and balance god factions etc - i imagine the gods can still recruit new fallen spirits from the 'new' worlds if they wanted to
    Generally the worlds are filled with 'Thrall' spirits
    https://crowfall.com/en/faq/gameplay-and-systems/thralls/
     
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    MonsterKoala reacted to Kraahk in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Welcome to the forum.   The "rumor" of crows not remembering what happened in "their last life" is based on the lore of Hero, a human who fought as Valkyns standard-bearer in the dragon wars and was punished with immortality later, never remembering what happened before his last death.   Beside that, it has never been mentioned that crows would not remember their last life (of course living some thousands lives may cause some memory issues). But when Hero's story was published, it was not clear to us crows, that he would be a god - it sounded like he was just a simple crow. So that's that.   But of course you are completely free to tell your story as you wish. Based on the lore, the crow itself is the soul of an extraordinary person, sent to the dying worlds to fight in their behalf.   Did the gods speak to you to recruit you while you did the last breath of your first life? Or did you just wake up somewhere? Do you remember who you were before? Are you conscious about being a soul that travels through the universe to inhabit bodies and fight with them? Do you possses those bodies completely? Or is their original mind still in their? If so, are you dominating it or is it dominating you? Are they aware of each other or not?   Those questions are not strictly defined by the lore. So you are completely free in your decision regarding this topic. There is no wrong or write and different crows can experience completely different circumstances. Why? That only the gods can tell ... or you.
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    MonsterKoala reacted to Tinnis in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Well here is the comic series introducing the crow and vessel system that ACE did
    https://imgur.com/gallery/LILbC
    Which suggests the crow has difficulty in retaining its own (original?) memories from life to life
    Think of the hunger as either a 'black hole' that is drawing worlds towards it

    Or as an expanding corruption that spreads to swallow worlds

    FAQ section on Crows and Vessels
    https://crowfall.com/en/faq/gameplay-and-systems/crows-and-vessels/
     
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    MonsterKoala reacted to Kraahk in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Don't forget, your guinea mother could become a crow, too. It's also not precluded that both of you don't recognize that you are crows and this is your first life as a crow. Or that one of you don't recognize. Or that another crow inhabited her body.
    Since the account name is the displayed ingame name, no matter which vessel you use, it could be assumed that crows have a certain way to identify other souls/crows. You can of course choose that this is just a technical game thing and that it won't exist in your story, though.
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from Kraahk in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Thank you so much for directing me to this very helpful information Tinnis.
    And thank you Kraahk. 
    I really like to try to push boundaries a little bit while still keeping in line with established lore, so the questions may continue to flow.
    It still seems like my concept would work, but only if the crow was ancient. Do we even close to know how many vessels our crow has occupied? What about when Gaea died and the Hunger was born (grew in power? started to spread?)? Do we know at all how long ago that happened? Were the crows created in response to the imminent danger of the Hunger, or have they been a thing since Hero? It seems like his was more of a sentencing of constant strife rather than immortality.
    And it would be safe to assume that each of these worlds have an established population before dead people begin to rise from their graves? Meaning that my guinea mother's weak heart might still give out at seeing her once dead son walking around? I mean, it seems as if we're rebuilding from scratch, but if that's the case all over each of these planets, are we just trying to save remnants so that the gods might be able to start over at some point? 
    I'm glad that I have all those questions to consider when fleshing out my crow (pun?). It helps to know that what is going on in the mind of the crow is more of a mystery than anything.
    Thank you guys again!
     
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    MonsterKoala got a reaction from Kraahk in ((OOC)) Question about vessels   
    Woooooah hold on here, BarriaKarl. Now I'm confused.
    If what Tinnis says about Thralls is true (supported by the FAQ), these worlds are already on their last leg, right? If my guinea mother were to exist at all, she's a ghost that I could recruit to make me pies for the next year?
    Also, I'm not terribly concerned about the original life of my crow. If I can get away with it, he pretty much won't remember which one is which. What I'm wondering about is the life of the vessel. Or new vessel. It seems impossible that I would know anyone I come across as the crow (unless I somehow meet another crow who was on a previous planet with me and we figure that out) but, if there are still mortals on the new (to us) planet, it seems possible that someone might recognize the vessel I am controlling, right?
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