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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: hehe
Mmmm. yummy, sounds like my kinda game. You had me by lust. 
Kidding, kidding.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-09 at 08:19:23.
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: yep
Just as I expected. I will be working out a character concept in days to come in hopes of playing with you. Level 6 I like better for some of the ideas I have, I'll be running them by you soon enough I hope (through PM of course). As we are both in Tek's game I'm assuming you won't be needing a writing sample. How dark of a game are we looking at?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-09 at 08:11:45.
Edited on 2010-02-09 at 08:15:12 by Dragonblood
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Topic: So I've been asked to run another game...
Subject: errr ahh ummm
yeah Okay I get you're writing it now and you probably think its the game's idea that's gonna draw attention and all but I'm already interested... Crap... Running... low... on... time... Was planning on starting my own game... AAARGH!!!
... Okay I'll have to wait until (writing it now) turns into something incredibly tantalizing and I just can't resist. Hm... Watching... Waiting... Tearing up my schedule...
EDIT: Hmmm... Level 4 eh...? Alright well I will have to keep my eye on this thread damn it.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-09 at 07:41:36.
Edited on 2010-02-09 at 07:44:14 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: heh
Yeah, that sounds good, no use getting stressed over a game, we're all here to enjoy each other's company, role-play a bit and, at least personally, improve writing skills. Its good to have you along, glad you got a schedule figured out that'll relax you a bit. 
Looking forward to Eofara's reply!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 22:54:35.
Edited on 2010-02-08 at 22:54:58 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: question
I'm not sure if you've seen my PM but I was wondering about Joseph's action. If it is indeed going to take him 2-3 minutes to return to the campsite does that mean that he is out of commission for 20-30 rounds? I'm just curious, I don't want you waiting on my action and me thinking I've already given it in. 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 22:30:43.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: response
Joseph was anxious to find the solitude of the wilds and hunt for their nourishment as evening crept into the sky, but he now dealt with others and had to adjust to their customs of conversation. He stood before Rose and saw her disappointment in his answer. Yes, he himself was disappointed. Secrets seemed a great vice to him, this was the plague of society and here he was welcoming it into his life.
Disgusted though he was with himself, he didn’t doubt that they would face the full truth in days to come and the current vague reply had to be enough. He appreciated Rose’s calm acceptance of the curt reply, she had some wisdom at least it seemed, to see that this was how it had to be under the current circumstance.
The Elf seemed less pleased with Joseph’s words. He was beginning to remember how quick to temper some people were. Joseph felt no remorse, he had intended no insult in his speech, merely a sharing of his opinion, something he rarely did for it often incited injury. Joseph turned to meet the eyes of the Mith’Ganni squarely.
“I do not know your laws Eofara, I know only what I have learned in my years in isolation. Baelonea is a world constantly changing and I claim no hard or fast way that will guide us through our lives in it. With regards to your community, I hold no blame above the heads of those who choose companionship and you have misread my words if you saw it therein. I have chosen my path and ask no others to follow it. I simply cannot help but see the corruption that chews upon city life.
“However if you cannot see the beauty breathed into this world I do not understand you. Life and death in the wild is not murder, murder is the theft of life fueled by the vice of man. I am sorry you cannot appreciate the beauty of the land, perhaps you will see the gift we have been given here some day, it is no illusion. It is all that is real in this world.
“As for your distaste for magic and your claims of the fever it is has caused, I can say only this. Magic cannot be divorced from nature, it moves in all things. If you were raised in a time where another plague was cured with magic you would speak the opposite. As all things in nature wielded beneath the malevolence of man it can be bent to do evil but its manipulation cannot be its definition. I do not know enough of the fever to proclaim whether it is arcane in nature, I’m sure we will all know in life or death.”
Joseph let his long speech hang in the air. He had appealed to the ranger, though perhaps it could not be perceived, diplomacy was not something Joseph was interested in. He spoke honestly, from his heart at all times and if this could not be appreciated, Joseph was not interested. He respected this man for living upon the land instead of chained within the prison that was society, a disagreement could never be used to prove a man good or bad.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 21:14:04.
Edited on 2010-02-08 at 21:17:18 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: k
I'll do what I can to get a reply up to Eofara as soon as possible. Now let's just hope we survive this little raid.
EDIT: And no worries as far as the summing up goes Loki, I thought your post was fine.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 20:52:10.
Edited on 2010-02-08 at 20:53:57 by Dragonblood
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: yes!
Well I'm very glad to hear the game's still alive! No worries on a busy weekend the next couple weeks are very busy for me so I can't blame you one bit. I must also add a very warm welcome to MMV, our newest player. Its great to have you as one of the game and I'm looking forward to meeting you in the thread!
And yep, a little sentimentality never hurt anyone so long as we can kill those big baddies in the meantime. Looking forward to the update Almerin! 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 18:28:23.
Edited on 2010-02-08 at 18:29:42 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: sorry
Yeah that was too vague. No its disgust with himself. He has been asked to keep something secret and is disgusted with how he's dealing with it. He respects Rose's honesty quite a bit and is pained to give such a vague reply. Sorry I didn't make that more clear. In the future I will be sure to be more careful. Looking forward to reading it.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 07:06:18.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 2
Subject: ...
I hate to bug our esteemed DM and I don't mean to pull an "are we there yet" type gig but I just had to give this thread a little nudge and you can't take it as anything but a compliment Al! Its been two weeks since there's been a post in the game, so I was just wondering if its still going and you are facing some personal difficulties finding the time to get an update - if so I completely understand and take all the time you need: no worries! I just wanted to bump this thread to say I was thoroughly enjoying the game and hope that it has not fizzled just as we cross the brink of page 1. If its because I said spiders, I promise I will never mention the pesky things as arachnids again, scouts honour.
Anyways, I hope I get to continue gaming with y'all, I enjoyed what I did and hope all is well with you Almerin. 
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 06:29:47.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: there we go
Don't know where I found the time, but somehow I got a post up, hope its all right. Tek's latest one was really enjoyable to read, they just keep getting better, so I hope mine lives up to it. I back-posted to respond to Kaelyn, I didn't want to drop that discussion because I was enjoying it. I don't think we need much more back-posting, of course if people want to continue that RP while we do the combat I won't mind, I love playing Joseph! 
Thanks for the game,
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 05:09:40.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: battle
As time whispered by haltingly in the green clearing, the party stood about their newfound guide, Joseph Feroz and his companion, Tristessa. He turned his gaze steadily from Thea’s eyes to Rose’s the pretty, young leader of the party. She rose up her voice and proved herself, once again, a competent and well-spoken leader for the present pack. Though others vied for the position, most obviously the wilderness experienced Mith-Ganni, they had not the charismatic eloquence, nor the firm-willed fortitude.
Rose explained the story as best she could to Joseph, summarizing their experiences in the last twenty-four hours so the druid might understand them simply. He simply gazed into her eyes comprehendingly as she spoke. As she told the tale of the fever Joseph couldn’t help but feel relief for having escaped the ways of civilization. The sickness that plagued these people was not merely some physical malady, the illness ran deeper, it was a spiritual disease that ate away steadily at people’s hearts, people’s good hearts and filled them with a malice, an empty darkness that lead the natural goodness to terrible places.
Joseph was not shocked to hear that their lives had been twisted about by the awful hands of deceit. A life led in the city was a life chained to the cruel whims of dishonesty and selfishness. Joseph felt a twinge of irritation that the malevolence that had robbed these people of their safe security had also thrust them into his existence. He had struggled so hard to liberate himself of the city and now it had wormed its way back in. But he could not begrudge the hands of fate, he had control over his path and he had awaited these people, he had made the choice and blame was a weak emotion that would only sap Joseph’s fortitude.
Rose spoke of some laws previously uttered by Eofara, which Joseph could only assume was the Mith’Ganni, and appealed to Joseph’s honesty. Now, Joseph was ignorant of rigid rules but truth was indeed all that he could trust in. He was incapable of lying, he had neither the charismatic skill nor the ethical inclination towards it. He had indeed been asked to keep secrecy about his motivations but he had no idea how such deceit would aid their task at all.
Perhaps he would anger a man of great power, but Joseph could not help but hold true to himself. He had chosen his own path until now and he would not let some words whispered to him along his ways become the map for the rest of his journey, he would make his own choices for things, as he saw them. Joseph stared into Rose’s eyes for a long time, weighing her before making his decision.
“I know no laws. The wild is governed by anarchy and nothing else. Those who believe they may mold nature to their ways will be consumed within days. A man must be adaptable, independent and honest, nothing else. Even then he faces a cruelty that can kill everyday. But at least this cruelty is known. In the streets of cities the cruelty hides in the cracks and corrupts people’s unconscious. The Scarlet Flashfever is merely nature’s way of writing this cruelty in the open so these people may see their sins and turn to the beauty of the wild.” Joseph paused long, he had gazed unwaveringly at Rose except for the one moment where he turned his eyes upon the Mith’Ganni. Perhaps this man had survived the wild long but he would never truly understand it if he held closer to his iron laws than the ever-changing environment, he could never become one with the world.
Joseph turned back to the woman who had emerged as their leader, or so it seemed, “I am not one to indulge dishonesty and it disgusts me that I am asked to in answer to your question. Perhaps soon I will share everything with you, I beg you now to be satisfied to know that I was asked to aid a party in their trek through the wilderness. You seem to be such a party. I can guide you to what you seek. First you need nourishment and rest. I will return. Please be on your guard these woods are not made to be kind to foreigners, beautiful though they may be.
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Joseph felt a peace returning as he passed through the glow of evening shadows cast like spells by the trees spilt across the land. Relief and contentedness grew up in him as he picked a path through the bush. The pressures of communication, diplomacy and people in general were wearing away, replaced by relaxation. His slow, careful travel through the forest was a meditation that filled him up with a welling joy. His precise attention that he placed in picking every berry, collecting enough to feed him and some others.
As he floated over the stubbly grass that poked through the dirt, leaving little trace behind him his eyes stayed keen and sharp, catching glimpse of every shadow in hopes of a hunt. A dance with another wilderness creature, always gave him some great new joy, as though he was challenging himself against his homeland again.
Finally a suitable quarry revealed itself, a wild boar. Joseph’s senses locked in, everything heightening and his pig emerging as a singular focus. He prepared himself for the kill to come. Slow, silent movements carried him to the beginning of unleashing an attack, as though he were passing through a ritual.
However, before Joseph could complete his sacred sacrifice, chaos broke out in the still air. The howl of his companion pierced the sky and called in desperation out to Joseph. A sick feeling twisted in his gut. This could only mean trouble. He was unused to being concerned for others and the attention that a party drew. He should’ve known better that the commotion of six bodies together would attract attention from dark eyes.
It took no thought, the boar passed from Joseph’s attention in seconds, before he could allow his mind to handle the situation, his body had taken the burden of action on itself. His legs thrust themselves forward leaping over, through and around roots and branches, adeptly carrying him back to the campsite. He could waste no time, if people were in danger, they must be aided. He sped through the woods, approaching the six vulnerable companions for the first time brought together.
((OOC: Okay, as far as I know, two rounds means Joseph is still running. Let me know if you want more information about combat. Meanwhile, Tristessa will protect Kammie as she is prone and in danger - from what I gather. Hope the post is satisfactory, pumped it out with a free couple hours  ))
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-08 at 05:06:55.
Edited on 2010-02-08 at 06:17:19 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: well... it was good while it lasted
That's that. My window of free time is just about gone so it looks like I'll have to put a damper on my posting frequency, as much as I hate to do so. I was really enjoying these past days of really fluid and fun RPing, hopefully they will return in the near future. For now y'all may reply to Joseph, do your thing and assume that soon (regardless of whether or not Eofara joins him) he will go hunting, leaving Tristessa behind to keep watch, she will howl if there is any danger and he'll come running. I think this leaves everyone open to keep playing without much hassle. I'll try to get another post up in the next week but its unlikely that I'll be capable of doing so, especially if I want to post anything of quality. Either way, thanks for the warm welcome into the party and I'm looking forward, very much, to continuing the game.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-05 at 07:18:09.
Edited on 2010-02-05 at 07:18:19 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: humph
Alright well I'm no sore loser, you can have your two sling bullets, or did you want the plate armour in the end. I don't HAVE to be the tank.
I enjoyed the update, however this next little bit is going to be madness for me, I'll try to squeeze out a post but I can't guarantee that and if I do its unlikely the writing will be of much quality, thought I'd let y'all know.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-05 at 07:12:55.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: great
Okay sounds good, thanks boss. I just sent you a PM regarding hunting, I think what you need is in there.
On an unrelated note: things will be heating up in the next little while and firing off posts will become harder and harder. In an ideal world I'll be able to get a couple posts out a week. As much as I love the current posting pace as it makes for a really fun game and awesome characters and relationships, I might have to cut back in the days to come. Either way, for now I'm really enjoying this game, so thank you to my fellow players and of course, most of all, to Tek for facilitating!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-04 at 06:33:43.
Edited on 2010-02-04 at 06:57:01 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: keepin things moving
Joseph awaited replies as he stood astride Tristessa. There seemed to be silence capturing the party for brief moments before, finally, the pretty, young girl, who seemed far out of her depth, took a position upon the grass. Though Joseph saw that nature was as yet a foreign world for the girl, he saw something else in her too. She had a valour within her, though it had no place with wilderness. She was wise, she saw some goodness within people and was obviously insightful enough to understand that Joseph meant no harm toward the group.
Joseph watched her take her seat, perhaps she was not comfortable in her new setting but she was at least making an effort to pluck up her courage. Though she seemed but five years younger than Joseph he felt that she was a child in this world. Of course, five years previous, when he ventured into the wild he felt a similar innocence and ignorance, despite being raised in travel.
As he introduced himself, he caught her shocked reaction to both his extended name and Tristessa’s name. Indeed, he himself had once found his four part name a mouthful but since his years in the unkempt areas of the world human labels for identity had faded and a yearning for a new oneness with the ways of the wild had grown. It had become so infrequent, so rare for him to grapple with the four words that were called his name in the years that had passed since his liberation.
He took her raised brow to be surprise in response to the burden of syllables that was his name and responded evenly, “I’m unused to being called anything but you may address me as Joseph or Joe, David or Dave, or Gabriel or Gabe.” His tone did not change, but was delivered with the same straight caliber. It was not her emotion of fear he was attempting to appease, nor a sense of humour he offered. He spoke as logic begged, she was already out of her element and a baggage of letters with which to address a stranger she was forced to trust would aid her nor her party none.
The girl offered up her name, Thealora Justinia. Thea went on to account for her inability to lead the discussion. She offered up other individuals as better conversationalists, more skilled to recount the tale that brought them to Joseph’s doorsteps. Indeed she had not the aroma of charisma but Joseph knew he himself was short on the feature and she seemed strong in sincerity, which was a trait he valued much higher. He could see any public speech invited embarrassment for her. Perhaps if the wild welcomed her she could shed such unnecessary emotions.
“If oration is not your gift Thea then leave it to others without shame. I am no speaker either. I am a hunter however. I will turn to these trees in search of sustenance and bring back what I can find. Spend the time until my return how you will.” Joseph turned his speech to the group after his simple words to the young girl who had planted herself upon the grass.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-04 at 05:28:53.
Edited on 2010-02-04 at 07:58:52 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: grrrr
EDITED: I just realized I implied Woodland Stride in my post, which is a 2nd level Druid ability. If it's a big deal, i can edit it out. As it stands right now I don't think it makes Joseph seems godly or magical, but I'll wait on Tek's word whether to edit or leave it the way it is.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 21:58:20.
Edited on 2010-02-03 at 22:01:27 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: yep
That sounds good to me and the rest of the party can discuss Joseph and their predicament in private, without some strange, wild wolfman with whom they must keep secrets.
Sure, if you post then I will join you for a bit of huntsmen's RP.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 21:41:10.
Edited on 2010-02-03 at 21:41:24 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: dar ye be
Alrighty hope I didn't take too much liberties there, hopefully that invites some more RPing possibilities. If we hunt, we may have to wait on Tek's guidance but I'd say if we do choose to hunt we could probably make a note like ((i hunt/gather for half an hour and cook/prepare what i get if i can find anything and return to eat from my rations if not)) and I don't think that would be a problem. Either way, game on!
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 21:26:34.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: page 4 baby!
As discussion passed between the parties and the brutal brightness of the sunlight aged golden, the weary group of six finally, some eagerly and some begrudgingly, agreed to join the strange man and his wolf. For the first time the sixty yard gap was closed and the six strangers flung together by the hands of fate met Joseph David Gabriel Feroz face to face.
The lone nomad was as mysterious up close as he was from afar. His eyes could be now seen for their depth, the years of age and experience whispering magical tales across the irises. And yet, up close his face could also be seen for its startling youth. He was just a man, and though perhaps he had gleaned some wisdom from years of travel, the mask of experience could not disguise his youth. He bore some lines etched in the corners of eyes, the bridge of his nose, but he seemed still untouched by time largely.
His fair skin had reluctantly tanned and though he was clearly no foreigner to the beatings of sunshine, he was still surprisingly pale, a sharp contrast to the black stubble that crawled across his skull and the gnarled roots of his thick beard that hung ear to ear, about his mouth. He stood out, yes, but he was not necessarily handsome, at moments he could appear beguilingly attractive, and at other moments he could appear frightening with his fierce features both royal and wild, aloof and untouchable.
The party finally drew close, gathered around the man and his wolf. He looked over each of them slowly, taking what he could in from their appearances. The dwarves had remained silent Joseph noted, and yet this was customary to their legacies. The one who was clad in similar armour to Rose seemed bitterly unhappy to find himself amongst his newest comrades, another common dwarven trait.
The Mith’Ganni, another commonly quiet race, on the other hand defied his nature, appealing to the young redheaded girl frequently. Strange, Joseph noted, but perhaps it was a silly attraction that entrances so many people unprepared to deal with their emotions. He may have not seen a human woman before and was taken in by the youth and innocence of this girl. Certainly, she did not have the formidable independence of the other redhead, who seemed as fiery as the stereotype.
“Follow me.” Joseph said finally, his voice now close enough to be heard for its clarity. For a man from the wild he seemed articulate, well-spoken with a rich baritone, that could slide quickly from kind and welcoming to cold and aloof. His intentions seemed both masked and completely open, though he was not one to lie he was hard to understand at times.
Joseph turned smoothly to face the woods. With Tristessa falling in step instantly he entered the gaping maw of the woods. Golden spears of light seemed to pierce through the brances shooting long mystical shadows across the forest floor to dance with the last hours of sunshine. Limbs and leaves reached out to glimpse their newest trespassers, staring at the mortals who were passing through their company.
Joseph seemed to walk surprisingly steadily, there was no root or catch, briar or bush that could snag him. Yet he had no need for watching his feet nor picking his way slowly, his speed was unhampered by any obstacle, he walked on at his normal stride, as through his darting, wandering way was a city street. His eyes seemed to drink in his surroundings thirstily and insatiably.
Finally he came, with Tristessa at his side and the party at his back to a small clearing. It contained barely enough room to accommodate the large party but Joseph seemed unaware walking into the small grassy bed contentedly and turning to face the group. The sun seemed to be racing towards the horizon rapidly as its golden rays had waxed orange in their short walk. The day was dying into evening.
“You have much to tell I’m sure. Do we have rations enough to last us this night or must we turn to the forest for our food this night. If we are searching our surroundings for supper we must do so soon as the light is fading.” Joseph explained to the party quickly. Though he was more content to hunt or gather than to dip into his small bag of left overs from previous days, he knew these weary travelers were tired and hungered both food and information. He swept out his arm, offering the grass as a picnic blanket to rest tired bodies upon. “My name is Joseph David Gabriel Feroz and this is Tristessa.” He rested his hand upon her neck as he said and she came closer, rubbing her nose up against his leg. “What shall we do?”
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 21:19:17.
Edited on 2010-02-03 at 21:22:52 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: Alrighty then
I'm off to forge a post then, Ion's a good gamer and i think he'd both understand and be fine with posting a bit of back post. Thanks Meri, hopefully you can get through to him, it would be no good to lose him.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 20:49:40.
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: posting
I can post now, I just feel bad about leaving Ion out, that said, I haven't seen him on the site in almost a week, which is odd for him. What do you guys think?
EDIT: I suppose he can always backpost... alright for the sake of getting some extra RPing in before Friday comes around and Tek updates, I'll post. I can always take it down if that's not cool with everyone.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 20:41:13.
Edited on 2010-02-03 at 20:46:33 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: cool
Alright then, I'll post up a short walk and sit down once we get posts from some of the others agreeing to come along, I just don't want to cut players like Loki and Ion short of the RP (and is Tempest still playing?), nor do I want to NPC anyone.
Also I'd have to agree with Tek, this is probably one of the best games I've been in on the inn so far, the RP is both fun and engaging, also people are actually putting time into their posts. Most times when RP starts people revert to one line posts and this really allows us to get into everybody's heads and see how all the different characters work. Not that I necessarily wanted to get into Agrin's head. 
But yeah, loving it so far.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-03 at 17:45:25.
Edited on 2010-02-03 at 17:47:09 by Dragonblood
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Topic: Season of the Witch Q/A
Subject: alright
Another post is up. I figure, if Tek's okay with it, we can write our walk through the woods to the clearing and sitting down, setting up camp, &c... that way we don't have to waste waiting on an update and can get through more RP before Tek has to take the time to write up the next update. I dunno just thought it might save time, what does everyone think of that?
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 22:29:44.
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Topic: Season of the Witch
Subject: RPin
Joseph was impressed by the fortitude of the leading female, Rose, it seemed her name was, who was confidant in her decision. Despite the Mith’Ganni’s appearance which belied some traveling experience, the woman understood the ways of the wild better, it was not offensive to be merely prepared, aggression would be the only way to invite offense. Joseph appreciated both the courage and clear-headedness of the same warrior woman who took another step spreading her arms. A signal of some sort of welcome Joseph thought.
After he spoke, Joseph stood waiting for them to approach. It struck him as simply common sense to discuss in a tighter group, perhaps sighting down in a clearing in the woods after a short jaunt. The afternoon was waning and standing in the middle of a road shouting about bounties was simply ridiculous. He had been dragged into human business after escaping it for five years. Instead of immediate action however, the only movement he saw was the young girl with red locks pulled away from the ranger. Another strange action, Joseph thought, but this group was not normal and it came as no surprise.
More evidence, of a lack of cohesion and experience together came with the young girl speaking. They have no uniformed leader obviously Joseph noted. Everyone was opting for the job, jumping forward with their comment for him. But it took bravery and Joseph realized that, despite being frightened, the girl had some wisdom.
Though her comment came across as a plea it, at least, rang of sincerity and an honest appeal for conversation. Her explanation of the Mith’Ganni’s earlier comment cleared it up sufficiently, he had not been lying then, he just had been too brief in his explanation and, Joseph admitted to himself, he had leapt to conclusions. They were seeking something, indeed, that sounded more accurate. A group of strangers thrust together for a mission. Yes, that sounded familiar, Joseph thought.
At least she was bright, Joseph noted, it was approaching evening and they were discussing confidential matters out in the open. Though he was not one to be concerned with the social norms, he had no intention of endangering any of the group. She understood something of Joseph, she saw that he knew the forest. More importantly though, she obviously needed to rest.
Before Joseph could reply Rose took another step towards Joseph and Tristessa. She reached within her pack and dug out a piece of jerky meat and threw it between herself and Joseph’s wolf. The corner of Joseph’s lips twitched with a smile and he and Tristessa, though both equally motionless, glanced at the meat for a second. He would not be won over with food of course, but she was trying to establish contact at least.
Soon after, she spoke up with eloquence, appealing to him. Though it was thick with the diplomatic customs of society that disgusted Joseph he understood there were genuine intentions behind her and one could not help the world they were raised within.
Also interestingly she was insightful, Joseph considered. She saw that there must be some sort of reason that he had been waiting upon the path with his only friend. She also understood that coincidence was a rare commodity in the world and this couldn’t be chalked up to something so pithy.
Rose agreed to trust in the man she had “chanced” upon it seemed, or at least discover what she could from him and find some guidance through the woods. She had a thirst for knowledge which appealed to Joseph and also a sensibility. Yes they needed to move and find a place to discourse further.
Joseph again raised his voice in response, “I hold nothing over your head Rose Briar. You are at no disadvantage with me, I am simply not one to call out my stories in the open. Join me and we will sit as equals to discuss the road that has led us to each other.” Joseph still stood frozen but now simply awaited them to walk to him so they might venture into the woods for Joseph to lead them to a clearing he had in mind.
-Dragonblood
Posted on 2010-02-02 at 22:27:11.
Edited on 2010-02-02 at 22:34:02 by Dragonblood
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