CommunistSpy

((You would not have been able to identify me in our last encounter, since I never was looked closely at, was only in Malinor for a few moments, and I never spoke. Unless you found out some other way, which is possible. [directed to teers] ))

Interesting! I can't wait to see how this progresses.

Quick example of my (very) few experiences with PvP: 1) I was in the Orcish lands, stalking some orcs foolishly because I was bored. Bog's goblin? wanted to use my character to test siege equipment, another orc said I should be let free. We came upon a solution to 'klomp', and I ended up winning. Instead of a long, drawn out fight, we had a minute of intense pvp that was fun and satisfying. Our characters laughed and continued on their way, and we didn't have any problems of an hour-long RP fight session.

Am I still dead to you? :(

I would prefer Gaius' system, because any child or halfling wouldn't be able to beat an orc or combat-trained soldier in RP, but they could in PvP.

(( But today is 6/23/2013 :< :< ))

(( RIP Kelryeuh :<))

I would say that if he bites his tongue, depending on how much pain he was receiving at the time, he could stifle a scream or yelp. His tongue would probably be bleeding though. There are ways to resist expressing pain; it depends on the character, really.

~A Guide on RPing Pain~ -Introduction- Hello! You may be wondering why such a guide is even necessary. Pain is something that has a common place in all our lives - we have all burned our tongue on hot coffee, pricked our fingers, stubbed toes, and so forth. Why then, do we need a guide on how to roleplay these things? The answer is simple: some roleplayers do not understand how ‘painful’ various types of pain can be, and the effects pain has on the body. I hope this guide clarifies that and proves useful. Pain: Localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder (as a disease or an injury); also : a basic bodily sensation induced by a noxious stimulus, received by naked nerve endings, characterized by physical discomfort (as pricking, throbbing, or aching), and typically leading to evasive action. -Types of Pain- Lacerations/Punctures (Slashing/Stabbing) Perhaps the most common type of wound that occurs in LotC, this pain occurs when one is cut with a blade, impaled spear of some kind, or pierced with an arrow or bolt. The first thing to factor in when getting hurt with one of these types of weapons is the force put into the attack. Obviously, the deeper the cut, the more painful it will be. Another thing to consider is the sharpness of the blade; a dull blade will tear and rend the flesh, causing more damage and pain, while a sharp blade will cut easier, leaving a cleaner wound. Reactions to this form of pain can include opening of the eyes, pupil dilation, increased heart rate, faster and deeper breathing, and tensing up. Additionally, squirming, trembling, crying out, crying, shuddering, and whimpering may occur when this form of pain is inflicted upon someone. Vomiting and passing out sometimes happen when extreme pain is inflicted over a long period of time. Burning One of the more damaging types of attacks, burning pain can cause some of the most severe pain. Like all feelings of pain, it serves as a defensive mechanism which causes the body to get away from the ‘harmful stimulus’, preventing further damage to the body. If you have ever burned a finger on a hot stove, you know that usually you retract your finger quickly as a reaction. Prolonged burning, such as with a metal brand or hot poker, would cause much squirming and struggling. The reactions to this form of pain would also be similar to the reactions for stabbing and slashing wounds. Blunt Force Trauma This type of pain covers everything that involves getting punched, beaten, slapped, or hit with blunt objects. These types of wounds usually don’t break the skin, but they can cause broken bones, internal bleeding, and bruising. While one or two blows may only cause minor pain, as they occur more frequently breathing may be ragged and strained, with movement also being somewhat impaired. Blows to the head can cause dizziness, blurred vision, and eventual loss of consciousness. -A Note on Masochism- What is Masochism? Masochism is the enjoyment of what appears to be painful or tiresome, or when one receives pleasure from pain or from getting hurt. How it Works in Roleplay I would first like to say that being a masochist in LotC isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It can provide interesting RP opportunities, and add depth to characters if done right. A few things must be considered before you can properly roleplay your character as a masochist. How did they begin enjoying pain - were they tortured or conditioned to enjoy it? What types of pain does your character like, and what doesn’t he or she like? Another thing should be kept in mind - masochism should be very specific. Many types of pain, such as burning, getting torn apart by animals, or being flayed alive wouldn’t likely be enjoyable, even by the most extreme masochist. -Resistances and Racial Lore- Races Each race would respond differently to pain. Everyone handles getting hurt in a similar way, but some have more of a tolerance for it than others. Races like the dwarves and orcs would likely be able to handle pain better than others, such as humans and halflings. This should be treated very carefully however - just because you are an orc does not mean you can fight fully and easily when you have multiple serious injuries. Adrenaline Rushes and Orcish Bloodrages In stressful and intense situations, an adrenaline rush may occur, where chemicals are released in the body that act as natural painkillers. When doing this in roleplay, one must keep in mind the effect wouldn’t be too strong, and it wouldn’t last very long. There is a difference between a slight tolerance to pain due to an adrenaline rush, and ‘going numb’ as adrenaline courses through one’s veins, the person shrugging off pain and fighting as normal. The latter would be an incorrect way of emoting. As for Orcish Bloodrages, I believe the effect is similar to an adrenaline rush, but on a much grander scale. (If anyone would like to clarify this that is knowledgeable with Orcish lore, I would appreciate it!) Tolerating Pain Many people are built differently, and the reactions people have to pain differ. Some may be affected differently. Think of a battle-hardened soldier compared to a normal, peaceful merchant. Both may be the same race and size, but one will have a higher tolerance to pain, having at least experienced combat more. Naturally, a peasant would be much more fearful in a fight, while a soldier or mercenary would be more brave and confident in their abilities. -Final Note- Thank you for reading, I hope this guide proved somewhat useful! Please leave any comments or suggestions you may have, as well as clarifications or corrections to any mistakes. Have fun getting hurt!

Reading over the scroll, Aislinn cannot help it as he nods in agreement with everything that is written, a sly grin appearing on his face. He pulls out his journal, writing down a copy of the scroll, before walking off. "Absolutely wonderful."

Aislinn writes a note, attaching it to the foot of his bird. He sends it off, the note eventually reaching Caln if possible. "I have noticed her absence as well. I will keep an eye out; if you require anything to aid in your search, please do not hesitate to contact me further. -Aislinn"

Aislinn signs his name.

Fixing the Armless Skin Glitch in MPM 1) What is MPM? More Player Models is a mod for minecraft that allows skins to have different models, shapes, sizes, and looks to them. 2) What is the MPM glitch? Sometimes when skins are edited, people use programs like Microsoft Paint. This causes a problem, because it fills in empty parts of the skin with a white color. MPM interprets this white color as being part of the skin, and it messes things up, causing limbs to be lost. This is extremely easy to fix, one simply needs a few things to begin! * A Proper Editing Program 1. Paint.net 2. Photoshop 3. Gimp 4. MCSkin3D I prefer to use Paint.net, and that is the program being used in this tutorial. 3) How to Fix it! Begin with saving the skin file to your desktop or some other easily accessible location. Right click it and open it with your skin editing program. Note - do NOT open it with Microsoft Paint. I believe doing so at all messes with the skin. After you have opened up the skin, choose a selection tool. You will want to delete the white areas in the skin, leaving the ‘alpha’ layer. In paint.net, I use the rectangle selection tool, and simply hit the delete key, removing the pixels and leaving the alpha/background layer. This is how it looks before any editing is done. The next screenshot shows the selected area that was deleted, leaving the ‘alpha’ layer. The final screenshot shows the skin with the unnecessary white parts edited out. Your skin may vary depending on the pixels in the top left corner, which are the base for MPM changed skins. There are also different areas that may be shaded with certain pixels to add mohawks, beards, hair, and other parts - refer to the More Players Model post on the Minecraft Forums for more information. In the final final screenshot, you can see the difference between the unedited skin, with no alpha layers and white pixels, and the edited one. Notice the change in hair, the MPM registers the ‘hat’ layer after the unneeded pixels we removed. This allows fancy looking hair.

Aislinn will be going, if the event is still to take place.

<< >> OOC Note: This is just a RP that happened a short while ago, which I wanted to write into a mini-story with screenshots. No characters were perma-killed. Aislinn killed the character in the story. He slowly opened his eyes, the dark chamber beginning to take form. A familiar greeting of throbbing pain awoke him, and he let out a quiet grunt. A solitary torch lit the stairwell, and the flickering light illuminated words etched into the stone above him. ...Aisl..inn..? He muttered, slowly beginning to piece together what had happened. His eyes open wide in horror as he reads the solemn message. She.. knows I'm.. s..sorry.. His words fell upon deaf ears, the system already in place. Behind him was a stone wall, and his only choice was to continue forward. He glanced at the door, inspecting it closely. Having found a stone button, he pressed it, and the door slid open. He stepped down, the door sealing closed behind him. His mind raced - what was happening to him? Another wave of pain shot through his body as he moved down the steps, the shift in weight causing him to realize that every step he took meant more suffering. He realized that he had multiple bone fractures, but it was no use. No doctor was coming for him. Nobody was coming for him. His eyes glanced up to the new writing, another message inscribed for him, for them.. for anyone who had to endure Aislinn's twisted sense of justice. He grimaced, pushing onward. His eyes slowly dilated as he descended further down the stairs, straining as he read the final message above the door. "Recognition" What could it mean? Had he committed a crime, done an offense great enough to deserve this? He stepped into the room, a single candle providing a meager source of light against the far wall. A faint glimmer around the candle revealed dozens of small objects scattered on the floor, but he could not see them in time. A metal tripwire had been strung between the two support poles, and his foot caught against it. He let out a faint yelp as his legs gave way, falling straight towards the dark floor. Instinctively, he sent his arm out to break his fall. In an instant, he made contact with the floor. Countless shards of broken glass and rusted caltrops pierced into his flesh, shredding the arm. He howled out fiercely, a new wave of pain coursing through his body. He put his arms down and slowly pushed himself to his feet. Blood trickled from his arm, splattering on the stone floor. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed both the writing above the candle, and the two doors on either side of the room. With some difficulty, he managed to pry some of the barbs and nails from his arm, letting out a faint gasp of relief. Hatred.. vanity.. selfishness.. deceit.. greed.. hypocrisy.. murder. He listed each one, his mind racing as he thought about what he had done. He had to continue onward, so he shuffled to the door on his left, stepping carefully to avoid any more broken glass. He pressed on the door, once more having it open and close behind him. A long, dark hallway greeted him. There was no light, so he pressed a hand against the cold, stone wall, feeling his way forward. He came to a door, his nose scrunching up in disgust. The smell of death and decay emanated from the door; he was all too familiar with the stench. Having no choice, he opened the door, stepping into the next room. What awaited him? Death? Life? Forgiveness? Would his suffering finally end? The room was pitch black. He could see nothing, but his other senses soon became overwhelmed. The smell of death was intoxicating, and what little strength he had left he used to avoid vomiting. The gentle hum of writhing maggots and insects filled the room, countless bodies strewn on the floor. Some were piled up in small mounds, having died in untold ways. A few of the bodies were fresh, expressions of horror still on their cold, lifeless faces. Others were little more than bones with bits of flesh; tattered rags remaining where clothes once were. His hand ran along the wall, disgust overwhelming him as he took each step. He lifted his boot and stepped forward, each movement causing the grotesque sound of squishing flesh and crunching bone. He stops as he comes upon a pile of rotting corpses, almost falling straight into it. His face contorts in utter horror, and he spews out his last meal, and the tea that went with it. The tea, that is the last thing he remembered. He was merely having a friendly chat with Aislinn, but then he drank the tea.. his next memory that of waking up in the stairwell. He had to move on, however. He maneuvered around the corpse pile, eventually finding his way back to the wall. His fingers eventually came upon a door, which he quickly found to be locked. Beside the door was a hole, and he stuck his arm in apprehensively. His fingers felt a small, metal object. As he wrapped his hand around it, he realized the object was a razor sharp blade. Thinking it was a good decision at the time, he pulled it; the blade also serving as a lever. He strained, the blade digging into his flesh as it finally gave way with a satisfying ‘click’. In an instant, a spring was released - a guillotine-style blade whizzing towards his upper forearm, slicing through his cloak and arm, stopping as it hits the bone. His jaw dropped, an expression of nothing less than pure and utter horror appearing on his face. He leaned over, grasping a bone with his torn and cut up arm. He set the bone in, wedging it against the blade as he pried it, giving him enough room to remove his arm. He scrambled against the wall, his horrified expression only increasing as he realizes the door is opened. He stumbles in, his gaze flicking to blood writing on the wall. He grasps his arm, both of them cut up and bleeding profusely. His cloak sleeves stick to his skin, matted with blood, and he continues through the next door, only one thought in his mind. He had to leave. He had to escape. It only took a few more steps before he came upon yet another door, and he entered. As the door shut behind him, he realized he was in a cell. A dark, tiny cell, with a locked door at the end. Is this what it had come to? Had he endured all that pain and suffering for nothing? To die in a cell in some unknown location? It took a few moments for him to calm down, his head reeling from blood loss. He thought about each of the puzzles he had been in before, and became determined to solve this one. He ran his hands against the wall, too familiar with the comforting embrace of darkness. There was comfort with it; the things he might have seen if there was more light was enough to make him shudder. His fingers ran along an odd stone, and his heart jumped with joy as a faint feeling of hope trickled through him. Prying at the stone, he removed it, feeling a key in the darkness. He crawled over to the door, unlocking it. He crawled into the room, ascending a short flight of stairs as the end drew near. “Kneel” He collapses to his knees before the podium, not having the energy to remain standing up. The soft thump of boots against the stone is heard behind him, Aislinn approaching steadily. Was he following him the whole time? Was he behind all this? Aislinn walked with a strange skip in his step, smiling slightly as he took his place in the podium, towering over the victim. The man looked up, muttering with a pained expression. T..the tea was good.. A fiendish smile formed on Aislinn’s face, and he nodded in approval. I want you to confess your wrongs.. all of them. He demanded, looking expectantly at the man. In utter obedience, the man began listing off his crimes. Aislinn watched impassively as he listened to how the man inadvertently killed his lover, and his entire family. He confessed his wrongs, listing off the people he had harmed, physically and verbally. The man’s cries became that of sorrow and regret, and he said the world would be better off without him. If that is what you think.. then end yourself right here. Aislinn tossed a dagger at the man’s feet, frowning in disappointment as the man shyed away from it, not having the will or courage to do it. You have done wrong, and you must be punished for it. You must be made right, you must be corrected. Most of all, you must have Justice! His voice raises in tone as he continues, becoming more zealous and eager as his speech continues. He throws his hands up in the air upon finishing, strolling down to gaze at the pathetic creature. He nudges him to the ground, pulling out his sword. The man knew; there was no doubt in his mind. His end had finally come. He had deserved it all, all the pain and suffering he went through. He had done wrong, and had to pay for it with his own blood. He closed his eyes, mouthing the word ‘sorry’ as the blade was brought down upon his neck. His head rolled on the floor, and a crooked smile formed on Aislinn’s lips. He had completed his mission. Justice.