You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
"I- What?" Narithen blinks at the hag's words, tilting his head and stepping back cautiously. He clearly debates just running for a moment, her words having easily unnerved him, but nonetheless he then sits.
"I... Right. Well, um... My name's Narithen. But... you probably knew that, I guess." The awkwardness is almost palpable as he shifts in his seat, swallowing. "My dad's a smith, but not one of those fancy metal folding swordsmiths everyone hears about. Just regular things, you know? He... He does alright, I guess. My mum's a seamstress. Made these." The elf plucks at his rich black clothing, which is obvious quality. "She's pretty good at it. Often gets hired by some of the richer folk."
"Childhood was pretty boring. That's kind of the whole problem, I guess. Spent my whole life growing up on stories of heroes, and the spirits, deeds of our ancestors. Always being told just how wide the world was, but never actually seeing any of it myself. I felt... choked, I guess. As if some hand was around my throat, squeezing all the life out of me. I needed to get out."
A wistful, happy sigh.
"So I did, and here I am. Travelling. Adventuring, I guess is the term. I want to see the world. Meet people like you. See places like this. It's a strange, amazing world out there. And if I'm really immortal, I've got the time to watch it pass. So I figure I should know what it used to be like, and maybe see about shaping it in my own way." He places his hand on his knee. "Hopefully, one day, I can be the subject of an ancestor story told to some grandkid of mine. I think that'd be nice."
He pauses, before nodding silently, and making to stand.
"If there's nothing else?"
By DizzyGrey
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Rules: Yes
Referral: minecraftservers.org
Discord: TheGreenerGrey
How do you avoid powergaming in roleplay?: Just... kind of don't do it? You only control the actions of your own character, and do not describe the results when those actions directly affect another character. For example 'Joe trips over his own feet' is acceptable, but 'Joe bumps into Jill and sends them both sprawling' isn't, as it takes away agency from Jill. Similarly, 'Joe becomes a super saiyan and blows up the continent' is also bad, because it ruins the belief in the setting's reality.
How does metagaming disrupt fair roleplay?: It ruins the integrity of the established IC story by involving information the character doesn't know, and beyond that can negatively affect people who by all rights should not have an issue IC. For example, learning of a plot ooc, and then moving IC to stop it despite the plotters having done everything right.
Status: Accepted
Character Name: Narithen Karvit
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 28
Physical Description: Narithen is a tall elf, standing at 6'2'. He weighs 179lbs, and has white hair with grey eyes. He wears rich black clothes and unadorned armour.
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