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Post by loveXcore on Jul 31, 2004 13:48:16 GMT -5
*stands there and looks at everyone*....wow....theses people are crazy
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Post by RedElectra on Jul 31, 2004 13:51:41 GMT -5
(oh yeah that's nice)waiting
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Post by wolfnight12 on Jul 31, 2004 13:57:01 GMT -5
still waiting
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Post by RedElectra on Jul 31, 2004 13:58:28 GMT -5
so what do u think of my character
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Post by AnoHito on Jul 31, 2004 13:59:29 GMT -5
When you first looked upon the kingdom of Neran, it seemed almost a fairy tale. The idylic appearance of this place, which stretched out for many a mile, was a very pleasing presense that brought many peace of mind. Neran had not faced any threat from outside in the form of an attacking nation for hundreds of years. It was only fitting that dissent would begin from inside. The monarch of this seemingly happy land was King Lachus, who had ruled for nearly sixty-four years. Even though he had lived a relatively long time and had been married over and over again, he had produced no direct decendants. This would be completely fine if things always stayed the way they were, but then, inevitably, he died, leaving the kingdom kingless.
The village of Anad was rather far removed from the center of the kingdom where the government was stationed. Even to the inhabitants of the land, Anad was relatively unknown. Although it was a port city, it rarely saw too many merchants or noblemen. Anad tended to be a city of theives and other criminals who preffered to stay low. This village did not reflect the kingdom's reputation for beauty in a single way. Everything seemed to be damp all of the time, the streets were always mud, and something heavy and sticky always seemed to hang in the air. A hooded figure slowly made his way down the street, taking care not to look up, and checking with a small cracked mirror to see if he was being followed. His face was hidden. The figure ducked into a local tavern, the only place that was especially noisy with the sound of laughter and amiable talk. The only source of light as the sun slowly set. The bar was built rather large, as though the owner anticipated from the beginning its excellent success. It was crowded, busy, and very very smelly. The hooded man took a large round table with pleanty of room for more, and waited.
OOC: This is where eveyone comes in! The hooded man has been advertising by word of mouth that he would like to hire a group of independend adventurers (that's you guys). Introduce your characters as they come into the pub and have them interact with the NPCs (people) there if you wish, and when everyone has introduced their character, I'll move the story along. The bartender's name is Edwin, and he is 30'sish and friendly. The bouncer's name is Orlick, and is most definately not. The hooded man can't talk to you until I say so. Have fun!
Oh, and guys, stop it with the OOC chat. If you do that excessively then I'll have Squall or Dark shut this down. Also, please try to make IC (in character) posts at least two paragraphs long.
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Post by RedElectra on Jul 31, 2004 14:09:24 GMT -5
*not far from the tavern,a beautiful yet deadly woman is walking the streets with her sword Heavens Order dangling by her side watching on lookers pass her she turns the corner only to step in mud*"Goddess this city is trashy!"*looking for a place to clean up she sees a tavern*"there we go"*making her way toward the tavern she see's a guy standing in front of the door as she tries to make her why in he puts his arm ouy in fron of her"noone may enter here with that in their possesion*pointing to her sword"Give it to me "*she looks at Orlick"My sword ,u want my sword*grins* u cant have my sword.*looks at her*"well u aint gettin in!"*glares at him*oh i'm getting in"she grabs his right arm twists it behind his back and knocks him against a wall,ignoring onlookers*"look, i'm not in the mood for this"*fire glowing at the corners of her eyes. twisting his arm more,while Orlick yelps in pain trying to break free but cant*"so be a nice boy and stop acting so foolish"*lets him go ,orlick leans against the wall gripping his arm in pain thinking what a woman as she walks into the tavern,Orlick reluctantly returning to his gaurding.OOC: hows that
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Post by wolfnight12 on Jul 31, 2004 14:12:53 GMT -5
A dark cloked man sat in the back of the tavren smokeing a pipe watching the people go by and talking he showd no intrest in what they were doing but had overheard the man wanting some people to go on some sort of advinture it had caught his intrest but made no move to go for it he was told to stay hear and wait forsomeone.
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Post by AnoHito on Jul 31, 2004 14:14:17 GMT -5
OOC: Guys...please read the bold text. Two paragraphs is all I'm asking...come on...
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Post by wolfnight12 on Jul 31, 2004 14:15:15 GMT -5
OOC: but I can't think of two paragraphs
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Post by AnoHito on Jul 31, 2004 14:18:41 GMT -5
"A dark cloked man sat in the back of the tavren smokeing a pipe watching the people go by and talking he showd no intrest in what they were doing but had overheard the man wanting some people to go on some sort of advinture it had caught his intrest but made no move to go for it he was told to stay hear and wait forsomeone. "
"From the back of the tavern, amidst the hubbub of excited talk and roars of laughter, there was another man, cloaked and busy puffing softly on a pipe, pensive. Although he had come to see about the job he had heard about, finding himself in sore need of money, he decided he didn't want to bother with seeking the employer out, since he wanted to stick around to meet a certain person."
OOC: THAT is how you write in a Russion Novel RPG. It's okay this once though. That isn't two paragraphs, but it is much better than a few sentances. Also, I made up some NPCs for you to interact with, use them.
Also, Luni...same thing...and also, that isn't how you should write... ah...and you know your character has to physically get in the tavern, right?
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Post by wolfnight12 on Jul 31, 2004 14:19:51 GMT -5
OOC: what the hell is a russin novle and im not the best a literature ok and I don't evean know what half of those words mean ;D
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Post by AnoHito on Jul 31, 2004 14:21:02 GMT -5
OOC: That's fine. Just make your character do lots of things, weather they be talking, or merely shifting his weight from one foot to another.
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Post by loveXcore on Jul 31, 2004 14:29:04 GMT -5
*walks into the tavren and looks at the man in the back*
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Post by Alendra on Jul 31, 2004 14:37:19 GMT -5
Ishtar was an elf mage. She was a pretty elf:Long, black hair, blue eyes, slender. She had heard of a man who was seeking adventurers. She herslef was an adventurer and was in the mood for a new one. So she headed to the kingdom of Neran. She arrived the day after she left.
The village was a desolate place. Muddy roads, damp air, humid, and looked in desperate need of fixing up. Ishtar walked through the village, looking for a place to get a drink. She also knew that the man looking for people like here was there as well. She saw a tavern, and decided that it was as good as a place that you could probably find in this town, and headed that way.
She was about to open the door, when the bouncer stepped in her way. He asked her where she thought she was going. "I'm going into this tavern, if you don't mind moving, I'd much appreciate it."
He replied, "How old are you, girl?" "Old enough. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to be on my way." She pushed her way past him and headed inside. She ordered a beer from the bar tender and headed to the back of the building to an empty table. She noticed a hooded man, but ignored the impulse to ask him his name.
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Post by AnoHito on Jul 31, 2004 14:37:21 GMT -5
OOC: . . .
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