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?))
Example: (delete this)
*with a big pearly white smile on my face I speak to the old crone, hiding back my disdain at the woman's appearance* "If you insist... I was born to some, shitkicking farmers, they didn't last long... slaughtered by some damn Knife-ears when I was 10 or so, anyways, one day, the Orcish War God came to me, and named me his Champion his.. Incarnation." *After a brief pause to, Lick my lips, I continue* "Of course that's horseshit, no human would ever be chosen for that, let alone born for it. Thing is though, Orcs aren't the brightest, You wouldn't believe the luck I've had getting those Hammerheads to follow my every whim and want, they eat it up. I have these, Stone tablets, I claim them to be "Commandments" from their War God, I made it up of course, In a language they can't read, I mean, most of em CAN'T Read but, still, anyways. They follow what I laid out in them Tablets. To a T! I mean, I tell them that once a day they gotta sacrifice one of their own? They'd probably do it. I'm a prophet to them, a way for those people to conquer, I'm not sure if they understand the concept of hope and ambition, but they are certainly feeling that from me, the ones dumb enough to fall for it at least. They're my ticket to power, a horde of damn near mindless Orcs at my bidding, so that I can have all the luxurious deprived to me by such a pathetic and impoverished start. Good food, Drink, Women, and of course, that sweet power. Is that good enough for you lady? Or do you want me to like, give you a run down on my bathroom breaks I took on the way to this, Shithole of a town?
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Rules: Yes
Referral: Through a Friend
Discord: Barun#1907
How do you avoid powergaming in roleplay?: I personally like to imagine myself in such a scenario, then imagine what it would be like if I was my guy, and if I couldn't accomplish something, then It won't happen, I.E I can't lift a huge chunk of Limestone, if I was a huge monstrous beast, Would I be able to? As for emotions, if you can't convince someone to do something, then you have to improvise, it's far more fun for me to struggle and adapt to do something than to get my way by being stubborn.
How does metagaming disrupt fair roleplay?: Allows people subvert actual RP, making RP one sided and NOT FUN.
Status: Denied
Character Name: Drakainar
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Six Foot One, Brown hair, blue eyes, Shirtless, wears Black Pants and no torso covering, of a highly muscular build.
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