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Alveus is a resurgence of times before most MUSHes had
decayed into nobility gossip circles and 'holiday rp' events
that had virtually no bearing on the overall story. It is
being developed by a team of role-players, none with less
than a decade of RP under their belt in countless settings.
The game is much more open than most. There are no "god"
characters that the story requires in order to progress, no
admin interference if you're not going the direction they
would like you to go. The socio-political domain is rather
cut-throat, and the world rests almost literally on a razor
edged precipice that could send it falling into complete
chaos. Here, the players have the power. The admin exist
first and foremost to enable the telling of /your/ story
within this world. Choices have Consequences, but unlike
most MUSHes those consequences can be just as dramatically
good as bad.
That said, we are an extremely hospitable community. On
the server, I'm known as "Corvidae" the lore headwiz. As we
are still in a fledgling state, I take time to help each
person who enters the game find a niche. This is a great
time to get in on the ground floor of a labor of love.
Inspirations include George R.R. Martin's Song of Ice and
Fire, and Glen Cook's "Black Company" among others.
Serious role-players, and those who are tired of the mass
of knitting-circle-RP so prevalent in the cliques and older
communities, give us a shot. I hope you can find something
to love. Come along now, there are backs to be stabbed!


"There isn't a lot we know about Alveus. We know that's not what it
was originally called. We know the name changed when the gods died.
We're not too sure how they died, but they left us alone and we
returned the favour.
Then came The Bleeding. Some people think there are gods still
alive, and that they're angry. Some people think the stuff coming
out of the ground is their blood, finally seeping to the surface from
the world's core. Some people even call it magic. Think it's a
gift. Try to infuse their bodies with it. Some of them even manage
to use it. Most of them die, though. Then again, we all die.
See, about thirty years ago the world started breaking up. One day
was fine and well-as-you-please, the next day was hellish. The
ground started tearing open. Out of it came the craziest stuff you
ever seen. Well, you wouldn't have at first. Seen it, I mean. But
you could smell it, and it made the air shift around a bit funny.
Then people started dying, and animals started twisting into some
pretty bad news. Plants in my garden went poisonous.
The Archlord pulled us all together, everyone in Sanctum. The
Priesthood of the Remaining set up a church in Precipice, where the
Archlord lives. They're trying to save souls, or something. The
crazies who want to play with the stuff that's coming out of the
worldscars (that's what we've taken to callin' them), they set
themselves up real nice in a scary looking tower on the north side.
Things are pretty grim right now, but hell.
Least we ain't dead yet." -- Anonymous Farmer, Verdance Lordship.

If my mother played a MUSH I'd disown her in a heartbeat.

Dude, she plays a she-male pikachu/gundam hybrid on Shangrila MUSH. She's one kinky otaku.

... <shudder>

She's off smoking crack anyways.

Happy Halloween -.-

Okay, what is the site adress and port number please.

genevaunconventional.com or
74.207.231.58
port 4201

Name on the MUSH is Corvidae. :)
Our wiki will be up on www.genevaunconventional.com in the next few days.