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 would eye the crone quizzically before replying with a casual demeanour, "Naturally I am a miserable, financially inadequate git from a faraway town. I have been cursed by eternal agony, excessive madness, and, of course, optimistic views on even the most grim of happenings," I'd pause. "When I was four, I trekked into the forest, for I had heard an odd sequence of sounds. It sounded, to my undeveloped hearing, as if three lambs were shrieking at a hag. Anyhow, my kith and kin's food supply was depreciating; two or three lambs would be greeted with much gay." I cast an enquiring glance at the crone before resuming. "As I advanced toward the source of the cacophony, a carmine liquid with a baleful appearance bubbled on the soft turf. I was obviously startled. How would you feel if your young-self was gawking at a river of blood? Well, I was terrified. I felt feverish." I would stroke my chin for a few moments, engrossed in the horrific scenes of inequity I had witnessed. "I traversed the pathway to my village, what was left of it that is. It was a smoking inferno exhaling coils of leering smoke. I had no one, I had nothing; I was a mere witness of unearthly injustice." He smiled, inclining his head towards the crone, and said, "Well, there you have it. I am a vagabond travelling this "dingy town" in search of a well-paying job."
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Rules: Yes
Referral: Through a Friend
How do you avoid powergaming in roleplay?: Denoting the reasons power-gaming is prohibited is most likely the exemplary path to discontinuing a power-gamer who has no idea whatsoever he is breaching the established rules. However, if no staff are online and a power-gamer who indulges in power-gaming is gawking at me, drafting his power-gaming paragraph, I would personally ignore his in-game attempts to commune with me and elucidate the wrongness of his actions out of RP. If he was fully certain he was behaving legally, I'd have to halt my wasting time and report the player via /cerq
How does metagaming disrupt fair roleplay?: Metagaming disrupts fair, mind frank, roleplay by providing a roleplayer with definite info about their fellows' actions or upcoming behavior. For example:
A globule of sweat cruised down Bill's pale visage as Tim eyed the tapestry. There was a pause. "So chap, when will yeh use tha' dagger in yer patch?"
Hypothetically Bill was going to commit homicide via a covert dagger hidden in his coat's pocket. Queerly, Tim is fully cognisant of his friend's betrayal from the two's roleplay planning. A subtle surprise for law-abiding Bill.
Status: Accepted
A globule of sweat cruised down Bill's pale visage as Tim eyed the tapestry. There was a pause. "So chap, when will yeh use tha' dagger in yer patch?"
Hypothetically Bill was going to commit homicide via a covert dagger hidden in his coat's pocket. Queerly, Tim is fully cognisant of his friend's betrayal from the two's roleplay planning. A subtle surprise for law-abiding Bill.
Character Name: Eleve van Äeilo
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 22
Physical Description: Curtains of oleaginous sable hair hung in a muddled lump over a violet-eyed male bearing a parchment-like sark.
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