Gerard Group RP Forum

RP'ing in Forums - Some forums are In Character only,- MY HOPE - is that this invests you into your character's persona, we get 4-5 hours a day live RP'ing and while that works, its often going to be very time sensitive RP, ie puzzles, combat, chase scenes, etc. The format for the RP forums are as follows: LOCATION : where you are DATE/TIME : day and time you are starting/stopping some behavior WHO : Who is around you, or who you are looking for. WHAT: what actions you actually perform (If rolls are required for your actions you'll need to enter the campaign, make your roll stating its purpose in the CHAT prior. THERE WILL BE NO FORUM BASED COMBATS If an event requires combat or more real time resolution - I will post that the RP is stopped at the time, on that date, for those players. The event will become part of the next session. Ect. All rolls need to be rolled in session, State the reason for the roll and make the roll then screenshot it and post it in this forum. A suggested Guide for Ic and OoC posting in a single forum follows. ((this was a scene out of MY first session of another campaign)) LOCATION : the docks, Sharn DATE : January 1st TIME : 2:30pm CHARACTERS : Zeed, Lexa, Kyhron, Volkovoy, Tomas, Quest, At the dock Zeed swoops in, in his angel outfit... If you adopt that sort of pattern in your posts, please denote the OoC commentary in a separate post or with some designation like double brackets or the like. LOCATION : the docks, Taer Valastras DATE : January 1st TIME : 2:30pm CHARACTERS : Zeed, Lexa, Kyhron, Volkovoy, Tomas, Quest, At he dock Zeed swoops in, ((in his angel outfit; 50ft from the water and maintains a hover)) "I am Come! Lo Goblins, For I bringeth you TEA!! TEA I SAY!!!"Personally I like the 3rd person non omniscient narrative style. What COULD an observer see if they were really watching. ie. Not this: Modnar thinks about that Vegan casserole on his plate... were there too many peas? was it too sweet!? THIS : Modnar sits behind what looks like a slumping pile of cooked vegetables. A glass casserole dish to the side holds the more attractive, er, congealed version of the pile. His eyebrows knit and he spits out a pea into a trash can. "Your overly sweet horde of green pea-ness is ejected" ((that would have been more humorous spoken aloud.. think about it - aaaayy, you did didn't you...tsk tsk))

LOCATION : Outside an Asylum/ Fallen :Sharn DATE/TIME : 2 months before D day. Early AM WHO : DreadCaller DreadCaller stood there in a filth-covered alley. With the pungent smell of over population and lack of proper sanitation, he began to question Master Nuort's divining. Could this really be the place? Here, in this hovel of an asylum? Is the “Chosen One” really in there? Why has he not taken it over or at the very least, broken out? There are too many questions to answer. ((The limited shelter provided in this alleyway does nothing to stop the rain, but as a well-traveled mystic, DreadCaller is only slightly aware of this. The streets are filled with artisans, messengers, and laborers as they trudge along their daily shift change, however his mind seems be elsewhere. It is almost as though he is revisiting a memory from long ago)) Nearly caught off guard as the doors of the asylum suddenly swung open, DreadCaller deftly stepped aside. Out came several large humanoids and a smaller gnome. The little one seemed far too clean to be in this fleapit. A loud thump reverberated down the alley as a large cracked stone pillar crashed down. Pieces of the dilapidated building DreadCaller was resting on had crumbled into the middle of the road. It happened so quickly that it crushed no fewer than three unlucky goblins. Not one person gave it a second look as mashed flesh and blood spilled into the cracked road. It seemed this was a common occurrence here in the Fallen. Scoffing, DreadCaller decided to find a good place to settle in and begin his reconnaissance of the area. A wicked grin spread on the goliath’s chiseled face as he began to plumb the depths of the minds surrounding him.

LOCATION : Outside of the Bandit Hideout DATE/TIME : Immediately after jumping out of the fourth floor window.  WHO : Spyglass, Gau, Vook, Theo, Egon, Dread "Ouch." Pain radiated throughout Spyglass's body as he lay there in the street. They had survived Gau's crazy escape attempt. The rest of his new-found party lay around him, some still partially lying on Gau after the landing. "Is everyone alright? Can everyone move? We need to get going." The Kender's mind began to consider the best course of action as he slowly began to climb to his feet.

LOCATION : Inside the Bandit Hideout, Cogsgate (Warehouse District), Lower Tavick's Landing, Sharn DATE/TIME : Before sunrise, Four Days Remaining WHO : Egon Clutching his aching skull, Egon spent the night of his watch carefully considering the day's events and he wondered just how he got into this situation. Realizing he was getting nowhere with this line of questioning, he thought back to his time at The Korranberg Library and decided to exercise his mind. Staving off the boredom of the watch and trying to forget the perilous nature of his current situation became rather appealing. As a distraction, he considered an old problem regarding the ever-present nemesis of artificers across the land, the finite carrying capacity of his backpack. This has always been a problem for the curious gnome. It constantly hampered his ability to carry odd trinkets, interesting artifacts, and research materials found during field expeditions. Egon had often thought of this problem, especially after all the trouble he and his father went through when emigrating from Zilargo, but he had not quite been able to come up with a solution...until now! The pain in his head transmuted into shapes and lines and Egon's eyes widened in amazement as he realized he just might have come upon a solution. Much like clouds in the sky form into the likenesses of animals and people, the figures he could see when he closed his eyes seemed to come together into familiar shapes. To Egon , it all came together in the form of a magical tapestry, which, if he could capture the moment, solve his problem for good. He jumped up excitedly, nearly awaking the others, and started to gather materials from the fallen bandits. Once he had collected enough, he began to hack away and infused this patchwork of cloth and leather with mystical energy patterned after the vision within his mind's eye. (1) Once his work was completed, it was time to test it out! He opened the bag and boldly stuck his head inside. Thankfully his keen senses allowed him to see into the darkness and he could see that the space inside was substantially bigger than would seem from the outside. He then temporarily placed some of his tools into the bag and, as expected, the bag's weight did not change. Having completed this wondrous creation, Egon knew that everything was going to be smooth sailing from here on out. As Egon got up in order to wake up the others to begin the day, Egon noticed a slip of paper (2) from beneath the barricaded door... (1) (2)