Interesting. Alas, I'm going to have to say the enter button is a very neglected friend you need to meet.
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Elder Scrolls RP, now with the Creation Club!
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It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Banned for not asking the real question...
The young man sighed. "I'm afraid either is not quite possib-"
Skylar's attack flew past towards the rune-cloaked mage, who kneeled and brought his robes over his head just as the magic made impact, knocking him onto the wall besides the door and turning the cloak's runes a bright red.
The cultist stood slowly, and as he brought his robe down, it was to reveal a pair of pitch black eyes and a face with every sign of murder written on it pointed directly at the one who had assaulted him.
"This farce has continued long enough. Tarizel, step aside." The young man opened his mouth in protest, to which the cultist snarled "You will step aside."
The large man stood and stared at Skylar as the cultist's eyes began to burn red. "I did not sacrifice a thousand human children to squabble with piddly humans. I did not deal with a demon lord to sacrifice a sorceress for a worm like you. Quisel was right. Remove the humans and outsiders. Remove them all."
At that he pulled out a pitch black sacrificial blade. "More souls to the cause is always appreciated, after all." He stood, leaving the last sentence to sit as loud scraping noise arose through the trapdoor to the depths of the unknown below.
Behind Raven in the yard, mud began shifting once more. This time, however, it was not a single figure that stood, but three, all man sized and one ripping a section of fence from the ground at the same time the cultist had hit the side of the house.
Beyond the shifting of the mud, something else was happening outside - instead of the fog receding further, it had become much closer, the sky much darker and the rain at a complete stop.
In the forest around Ivan, all was seemingly quiet - save the unusual noise of mud slowly sliming up the trunk of the tree.
Skylar's attack flew past towards the rune-cloaked mage, who kneeled and brought his robes over his head just as the magic made impact, knocking him onto the wall besides the door and turning the cloak's runes a bright red.
The cultist stood slowly, and as he brought his robe down, it was to reveal a pair of pitch black eyes and a face with every sign of murder written on it pointed directly at the one who had assaulted him.
"This farce has continued long enough. Tarizel, step aside." The young man opened his mouth in protest, to which the cultist snarled "You will step aside."
The large man stood and stared at Skylar as the cultist's eyes began to burn red. "I did not sacrifice a thousand human children to squabble with piddly humans. I did not deal with a demon lord to sacrifice a sorceress for a worm like you. Quisel was right. Remove the humans and outsiders. Remove them all."
At that he pulled out a pitch black sacrificial blade. "More souls to the cause is always appreciated, after all." He stood, leaving the last sentence to sit as loud scraping noise arose through the trapdoor to the depths of the unknown below.
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Behind Raven in the yard, mud began shifting once more. This time, however, it was not a single figure that stood, but three, all man sized and one ripping a section of fence from the ground at the same time the cultist had hit the side of the house.
Beyond the shifting of the mud, something else was happening outside - instead of the fog receding further, it had become much closer, the sky much darker and the rain at a complete stop.
-------------—————~~~~~♠~~~~~—————-------------
In the forest around Ivan, all was seemingly quiet - save the unusual noise of mud slowly sliming up the trunk of the tree.
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Interesting. I tend to distance myself as much as I can from my characters, and distance other people as much from their characters as I can. If I find someone annoying, I can usually still RP with them unless all their characters are shameless self-inserts.
Don't get me wrong, when a person checks out I am completely separate from my character and proceed as normal. However, when I meet a certain type of person and that type is fundamentally incompatible with me, I can't do it. *shrug*
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Yes Skylar...
Oh wait, I'm the GM. Er.
>;)
Funny, I keep hearing this from people. I hear this from music directors all the time, that talent comes second to amicability. I hear from teachers that they grade people more harshly on classroom participation than on the actual quality of the student's work.
Why do people care so much about how personally irritating they find a person if their work is good? We came here to RP, not make friends.
I find that if I cannot OOC interact with someone, I am unable to interact well with them IC. I have shoved otherwise decent looking roleplays and roleplay concepts from any hope of my joining simply because there's one guy who I think is an irrecoverable shit. Just the way I am.
A few years is an exaggeration at best, unless you're a particularly slow learner. I'd place you easily capable of the mid casual category. Maybe I'm just lucky, but you seem fine to traverse the casual section. If you can write more, it may be a simple matter of waiting for a GM to come along that handles all levels of OOC capabilities. Dumbing down? Kinda sounds dumb.
The main thing is to not show your worse side on the internet. The veterans here are rather serious, perhaps too serious, and don't take bullshit. I'm not that much different, but I do accommodate, and I'd consider myself decent at doing so. Others aren't so much. Remember that it isn't just your IC abilities that people take into account at higher levels, it's your congeniality and ability to interact OOC as well. Anytime you have issues, kill something in the real world (there's a reason why I go cheap on most things). You can blow Terminal out of the water and still be told to bugger off just because you had the maturity along the lines of of heavy spam forum banter for 20 minutes. I'm not nearly as nice as I look, I just take the less nice somewhere else.
Bottom line, establish yourself in the casual category, prove what you can do, keep the stuff that could hurt relations off the guild, and work up from there. Site seniors aren't Nazis*.
The main thing is to not show your worse side on the internet. The veterans here are rather serious, perhaps too serious, and don't take bullshit. I'm not that much different, but I do accommodate, and I'd consider myself decent at doing so. Others aren't so much. Remember that it isn't just your IC abilities that people take into account at higher levels, it's your congeniality and ability to interact OOC as well. Anytime you have issues, kill something in the real world (there's a reason why I go cheap on most things). You can blow Terminal out of the water and still be told to bugger off just because you had the maturity along the lines of of heavy spam forum banter for 20 minutes. I'm not nearly as nice as I look, I just take the less nice somewhere else.
Bottom line, establish yourself in the casual category, prove what you can do, keep the stuff that could hurt relations off the guild, and work up from there. Site seniors aren't Nazis*.
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Avoiding the situation at hand, I see.
Classic, simple you.
Ad hominem now? How typical.
common cold!
Don't tempt me. *eye twitch*
Ah, running deeper into the forest... this will be fun.
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