@AtomicNut If a lot of people want to keep rough tabs on everyone the other thing we could do would be make an event outline board, similar to the character pair pool, but has a list of their major decisions, battles, and interactions on it.
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@AtomicNut Im not sure if this what is going on, but keep in mind that you should probably not try to keep up with every single character. With a party this size especially its going to be nigh impossible to keep track of everyone. Single out a few pairs of characters you generally want to interact with and stick to them for the most part, otherwise you will probably get bogged down.
This is not like in an actual novel where the story will leave a lot of characters behind for a long time before picking them up again, here everyone is getting a first person narration and it can be overwhelming.
For me, I just stick to skimming or reading the actual quotes of most characters, if I like them particularly or my characters cross paths with them a lot its only then I will go back and read their posts in detail. This also helps realism because you dont know exactly what is going on in everyone's head, just like your character would not.
This is not like in an actual novel where the story will leave a lot of characters behind for a long time before picking them up again, here everyone is getting a first person narration and it can be overwhelming.
For me, I just stick to skimming or reading the actual quotes of most characters, if I like them particularly or my characters cross paths with them a lot its only then I will go back and read their posts in detail. This also helps realism because you dont know exactly what is going on in everyone's head, just like your character would not.
Walgrave
Post#4
@Flamelord
The old Magus considered his Servants introduction with disatisfaction. History had never been a particularly strong point of his, but he had lived a long time, accumulated much knowledge over the years and he had never heard of any Alexander Nevsky before. For a Heroic Spirit he knew that was bad. Furthermore the Servant was clearly one of the Russian fables. They were a backwards and contentious people he knew, unwilling to join the rest of the west in even the most rudimentary aspect of the modern age. When they had at last been forced onto the twentieth century their first major act had been to give in disgracefully to the Huns in the Great War. No, this would simply not do. To gain the Root he would need a Servant more worthy of his experience.
But how was one to change their Servant once they had been summoned? Walgrave gazed down at the clear glyphs that outlined his right hand, a pattern vaguely reminiscent of breaking glass, (or was it ice?) scripted there. There was no unwinding those enchantments, at least not for the moment.
Dissatisfied as he was none of his misgivings made their way to his face, which remained as melancholy and weary looking as ever.
"Yes... yes." He nodded as the Servant pledged further allegiance to him. No matter, their first journey was soon and without a doubt they would take casualties in whatever dangerous land was waiting for them. When the time came it might prove a simple matter to dispose of the inadequate vessel and assume another whose Master had died in the field. In the meantime as always he would make use of this still valuable tool.
"Your protection is... hrrrrrn, appreciated. This is my first command. I have no... need of immediate defense until we leave." He leaned in slightly closer, lowering his voice till it was nearly imperceptible. "Search the room. You said you were ahhhhh, a Prince? A commander? Find the Servant that you judge to be most likely of the Class... Assassin. Make yourself known to them and their Master... and tell them hrrrn... tell them that your Master wishes to make their acquaintance. That there are great benefits to working with me... great rewards from the, haaa, Clock Tower Lords. They will, haaa, understand. All the better if their Master is young. Full of energy. Hungry for profit. A Prince could not fail to notice such people... after all."
Not that I am aware of, unfortunatly
Sinfjotli
@ShadowKingman
Post#3
Berserker frowned, an irritated crease forming on his brow. She hadn't given him the names of her family, and he silently flipped his estimation of her from probable noble to a likely commoner. They said that common women sometimes sold their newborn infants to elves in exchange for tutorship in the seidr arts.
As for the rest though... how odd. He did not know much about singularities or any of the other esoteric terms which she had thrown around, but some part of him which had not been there as a mortal was aware, at least partially, of the reason he had been summoned. It was no Ragnarok but it seemed that he had been called upon to protect an endangered cosmos in some capacity.
What a strange turn of events...
Sinfjotli felt his anger begin to stir. Did the gods think that he would be satisfied if they allowed him this? To accompany a war party of foreign heroes to pacify some minor apocalypse? As if to compensate him for their broken promises? A deep feeling of resentment was building inside him as he scanned the ranks of the other emerging Servants, and it was with effort that he forced this train of thought away and turned back to the one who had summoned him.
"Yes... yes I will have no trouble marching to war with this strange band I think, provided I am adequately compensated of course."
He turned to the forming crowd, looking doubtfully at some of them. There was a bizarre menagerie of warriors and witches from all corners of the globe, some of which looked quite regal, worthy comrades or advisaries, while others... he eyed a posh looking Servant in a victorian suit with distaste.
"And that my dignity is not challenged by those who legend does not compare to my own."
He spotted what appeared to be a child no more than ten, and turned away abruptly. Were the gods insulting him with this?
Turning back to his Master, this
"I suppose I owe you my name before you give me yours hm? That's fine. Impudent but fine. I am Servant Berserker, but my real name is Sinfjotli, the Worlds Chosen. You are very lucky girl."
Walgrave
Post#3
@ShadowKingman@Flamelord
Walgrave nodded softly, his eyes dull and vacuous as his Servant knelt at his feet. "Yes... I am your, hrrmmmm... Master. Obey me, and partake of my power..." His whisper trailed off as the finnal compact was made. His magical circuits burned pleasantly as his prana began siphoning away to deny the causality of the world and give this creature strength and life.
Walgrave gestured for the mighty spirit to rise, swaying slightly on his feet as the burning sensation in his circus faded. Under his cloak his familiar cockroaches scuttled to and fro in agitation, sensing their masters disquiet. Stiffly, Walgrave made a deep bow of his own as the Heroic Spirit rose before him. Though summoning was not his strong suit, he had lived to long to ignore basic formalities when it came to bargaining with higher powers.
"My name is... ah... W...Walgrave. It has been a long hmmm time since I have entertained... well, anyone. I hope that you find my company suitable for a hrmmm... hero."
Sinfjotli
"Yes, I am... Is there anything you need to say after that?"
Sinfjötli's rose to his feet, towering over the girl who had called him into this world he swept his bright helm from his head with a small flourish. It dissolved in a shower of gold and he planted his hands on his hips, gazing down at the small visendakona. She was small and delicate looking, with an odd sleeveless low cut blouse that he somehow knew was not out of place in this age.
The grin slowly faded from his face as he saw her nervousness. It was no good if she was a timid worthless person, even if she was skilled seidrist.
He looked her up and down critically a few more times, expression neutral, his eyes lingering on the strange amulet she wore on her breast.
"No." He said eventually, his voice rich and light, but tinted with arrogance. He was not quite sure what to make of her at a glance, her jewelry and delicate features seemed to indicate a noble, but her demeanor lacked the austerity he would have expected from someone of quality blood. Then again, if his knowledge of the current age was anything to go by, fine clothes and jewelry were not the sole domains of nobility any longer. He grimaced internally at that."Nothing besides that. So, who are you then? Who is your Father? Your Grandfather?" He glanced around the chamber briefly, takeing in the bizarre multitude that was emerging out of thin air all around them. "What are we mustering for?"
@Nanashi Ninanai He has the even better alternate name of Finn McCool
Anyway, I was planing on posting quickly, but the election is driving me to distraction. I may not get a post out till tomorow.
Anyway, I was planing on posting quickly, but the election is driving me to distraction. I may not get a post out till tomorow.
@VitaVitaAR Read the Ulster Cycle sometime, if you have any patience for that sort of thing it's a very fun read. The dude fights and fucks all of Ireland by the age of 12 basically. Also he invented Dragon Ball Z spiky hair while he was at it.
Cuchulain qualifies for everything except Assassin and Archer. He's a spear weilding, chariot driving, magic casting, berserking, sword swinging legend of a man.
@KoL really when you come down to it, it's more that the spear is a way more widely represented weapon among ancient societies and their legends. It's just a great all around universal weapon.
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