General roleplaying rules, so let's have some fun. ^_^
Plot Starts here:
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The hooded man set up the screen as he finished laying out the landscape for the game. Taking a deep breath, the man set a few bags down at his side and looked over the map. He had used some lego Minecraft thing he had impulse bought to describe walls and structure for the two-dimensional destroyed city landscape he and his associates would be using for tonight's roleplay. It was Pathfinder Night, after almost a month of delays and shortcomings. Now that the tournament was over, Steve had time to set up a game... at long last.
Steve stretched out his fingers as he began to set minis on the board and looked at the other two people in the basement who were going to join the game with him. Neko and Kale, two people who shared this interest, stared at the board as they watched their Game Master set everything up. Steve cleared his voice as he put down the mini for his character.
"So, when last we left off, we were about to start with an encounter. You had trailed a small group of Fetchling, people of the Shadow Plane, to a desolate ruined city where you had chosen to hide and ambush them. At the lead, a woman with purple hair carrying a silver great sword, wearing silver chainmail and silver spiked gauntlets approaches the city. These mithral accouterments you recognize as being the calling sign of the Umbral Dragons servants. With her are two Male Fetchling Archers with mithral chain shirts and mithral longswords at their sides. Lastly, following up the back and keeping watch is a shifty looking man carrying a shortbow and a mithral short sword, also wearing a mithral chain shirt."
"You know all of these people have interest in arriving at the Citadel of Darkness. There, Arathmandus, a Cleric of the Horseman of War Szuriel waits for word of what they've found. Place your minis and we can-" he started to say as he heard the sound of the door being kicked down behind the three and a woman with white hair enter. Z's mouth went agape as he pulled his hood over his face and cowered for a moment.
"the hell did she find me?" he asked nervously.
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Character Template:
Player: (Person controlling the character)
Character's Name:
Race:
Age:
Appearance: (Image or description works)
Class: (For the sake of simplicity, you can PM me to ask about this, or use something generic like fighter, wizard, cleric, barbarian, the like)
Player Template:
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (Image or description)
Role: (Player or Game Master... or both, mayhap? :O)
Biography: (Why they're playing, mostly)
The rest will be kind of expanded for that list as the RP goes on, methinks. Let's have fun. ^_^
Player:
Name: Steve Hall
Alias: Z
Age: 19
Appearance:
Role: GM and Player for his current game
Biography: After having helped Alice and her team to victory in her last crazy endeavor, he had thought returning to his simple life as a Roleplayer would be simple... but it seems things might not be that simple. Dealing with some personal stuff at the same time, he mostly spends his time quietly preparing for these games, building terrains and painting miniatures. MOstly, this is to avoid dealing with his personal, unresolved feelings following the victory of the tournament Alice had commissioned.
