Cuddle Pot

Be my GM

@TwelveOf8 @Mistiel
I'm sorry but are you two interested in doing this? Thanks for the theories and advice by the way.

Be my GM

If people are losing interest in a story, then maybe the story should be shorter.

@Mistiel

In some cases. But most of the things I've tried on this site literally just get to the action then die. I don't know maybe it's just me. But that's why I want to try a new approach.

Be my GM

Below are my issues with a common trend of the guild and the reason I'm making this RP. Please read or ignore by your digression, it's just my two cents and I'm afraid it goes on a little tangent.

My issues with RP

You know what I hate the most about roleplayerguild? You find a project you love, you but your heart and soul into making a character, everyone else makes a character you imagine how your character will interact with theirs and you get your hopes up. Everyone makes small talk and the game begins and everything is perfect. For about a week.

It starts just as beautiful as you imagined. Everyone posts daily, exposition is underway and like one or two character's meet and roleplay the start of a beautiful friendship or romance. The conversation is well made and lengthy and the GM guides us to the first plot point. Then it all goes to shit.

Its clearly someone's turn to post. But they don't. A day passes without a IC. Their account says their online but their not posting. GM gives a gentle reminder to post and the player gives the usual apology, something like work is hectic, or some crazy hard week at school or visiting a relative the normal case of life getting in the way. The player promises they'll meet a deadline and they do. This time.

The post is made, but it's not quite up to the writers usual standard. The dedicated players respond and the plot moves forwards for a day. Than it gets to someone else and... silence. In the time waiting for the first guy this second guy got bored and stopped using RP guild altogether, typicly these people only made one IC and it was an awkward attempt to engage in conversation with another character who was either already in conversation or was given so little to work with that they just sort of awkwardly walk off. Anyways we will never see this character again and the GM tells us to just pretend they were never there.

We awkwardly bumble through our damaged plot for a week by shit posting and waiting on people who can't seem to get their creative juices flowing again. Then the first person to slow the train says their earlier delay has intensified and with a heavy heart that have to drop the RP. Everyone says their goodbyes and we try to figure out how to proceed.

Most people follow suit and say they can't do this right now and soon it's two dedicated players and the GM. The GM gets discouraged, and unsubscribes from his own post and let's it die. Two months later the guy who disappeared at the start comes back and tries to reboot it and he only gets like one response and the two promptly pretend no one said anything and thus the project dies.

Be honest. We've all been each of these characters at least once.

Now on to business! How this will work is I'll make a character and enough of the world and exposition to get us started. Then once exposition is out of the way I turn the story over to you giving you free GM range over what NPC's, enemies, misfortune and bounty my character will encounter. I, as the main character, will deal with the lot given to me how I see fit and you as the current GM will tell me how what I attempted plays out.

And the best part you ask? Whenever you get bored of me, you can dump me at the feet of any GM who has time for me then he directs the story! It's all the fun of RP without a permanent commitment! If I get tired you ask? Then I inform people I'm taking a break, close up shop, and reopen when we're all good and ready! Sound like fun?

If your still interested

The setting will be high fantasy, with dragons, orcs, magic, your standard DnD fair, and whatever you people can dream up at the time of play.

I'll just give out the frame work of my character for today, at least until I see if anyone wants to do this.

My character is the son of the world's most legendary and Nobel hero who is cast in a do no wrong Prince charming type light. However my character is a lazy selfish serving good for nothing that is content to live out his days on his father's quest money. However his father one day sets out on a quest and never returns leaving him to crew up alone in his fathers country mansion until he spends All of his father's wealth.

Now he is forced a world of danger and use what little skills his father tried to teach him so that he can pay the rent and return to his life of ease. Oh yeah, and maybe find dad. You know if it comes up.

I love playing as weasely ill prepared characters because they have so much more room to grow versus the typical white knight of virtue, or the angst filled Mary sue edgelords. Problem is these type of characters don't do well in groups. But I think this type of personality works perfect with the play style in mind.

That should do for now. I really look forward to trying this out with you guys. Any questions? Don't hesitate to ask.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Sooo how is everyone doing?

@Arthanus

Chilling. Enjoying the weekend, this week's been a drag.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

@Arthanus Nice! I preordered it but just got the standard edition hope you enjoy.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Stefano returned his eyes to the battle and saw two more orcs charging towards Ludivico and the men. Stefano bent to one knee and was in the middle of threat assessing when something pound and fast whistled loud and fast past his ear and plunged into the earth behind him, followed by a twin just as dangerous. Stefano looked to the source and saw to his dismay two orcs with bows advancing under protection towards his position. The bowman had ducked behind the orc wielding the massive shield while they notched more arrows. Again they let loose and while still off mark, the shots were closer to hitting him. Stefano smiled as he thought through his options. As usual he enjoyed the challenge. Freshness and new challenges all ways added spice to the hunt.

"First things first. Take care of those who take care of you." Stefano rationalized as he gave the heel command, sending his pack towards the orcs advancing towards Ludivico. He was formulating his next move when he felt something soft tickling the back of his ear.

Aimée Bellerose

"Hello again! Shouldn't it be the other way around? You should be the one saving me!" she said, with a playful smile, sticking her tongue out of her mouth.
"This is my thanks for the beautiful flowers, and a reminder that it doesn't matter how beautiful it may be, every rose has its thorns." she said, unwrapping the silk strip that covered the weapon. The bright metal reflected the light of the sun as she grabbed the silk strip and thrown the ring blade, making a wide circle around her, grabbing it in front of her, pointing its edge to the orcs that were charging into their direction. The sound produced by the ring cutting the air was simply terrifying.

@Cuddle Pot@Arthanus

@13org

Stefano smiled at her words and sudden reappearance. He answered her first sentence after ducking his head after hearing the tell tale whistle of more arrows being loosed. "Well My dear I've never been good at settling my debts, I find owing others such as yourself keeps a man such as I thinking on his feet." Stefano gave a rather unmanly yelp as another arrow landed right in front of his leg. He smiled with mirth as he continued, "Besides, the story of the damsel in distress has been told a thousand times. About time someone saved the dandys eh?" in response the woman...

Aimée Bellerose

She began to dance once more, but this time, the dance was very different from before. fast movements, cutting motions and strong swings composed that martial dance. The blade danced together with her painting silver streaks through the air as the steel reflected the light, the terrifying howl loud enough to all the battlefield hear. It wasn't an ordinary performance. There was no happiness on that dance. Completely confident on her movements, she danced with the sharp ring blade. The dance included powerful kicks, imprevisible cutting motions that appeared to change directions mid air, creating a chaotic, yet graceful dance. The howl continued to soar through the battlefield, each time she swung her weapon, it sounded that the very air was crying as the weapon teared it. The hypnotic movements continued in the same rhythm, fast and lethal. Enough to generate a small air current around her, making the red silk strip that was hanging from the ring blade swirl around her, following the blade's imprevisible movements. The red color made it look almost like it was blood flowing from the blade, only contributing to the already disconcerting dance.

Aimee's eyes were different from before. Her confident expression and her fiery red eyes gave her a dangerous look as she stared to the charging orcs. Anyone who looked closely enough at her body now would see her muscles tensing up, marking her delicately white skin, betraying her apparent fragility. She was using every single muscle of her body on that dance with an incredible efficiency.

@Cuddle Pot@Arthanus

@13org

Stefano was keenly interested in this new dance and the sheer ferocity that had overcome the dancer. It sent cold shivers down his spine and made him thank fortune she was on his side. The archer orcs seemed affected by the display as well. They seemed disconcered by the reaping sounds of the blade, yet took the fire in it as a challenge as they picked up the pace. Stefano wished he could put his attention back to Ludivico and his orcs but he worried that if he didn't deal with the archers he would take an arrow through the skull before he could get a good shot off.

Stefano reached out his hand and called Drusilla only to send the falcon streaking towards the foremost archer. He knew her attack would frustrate the famously impatient orcs, perhaps making them waste some time and arrows trying to shoot her down.

Stefano knew The orcs would eventually hit him or Drusilla. If he could get them to rage however, they would break rank and try to rush him in a melee. Faster then Their shield guardian could keep up.

Drusilla hit the first orc and caught him completely unaware, raking the top of his cheeks and clear to the back of his head. Stefano could hear roars of pain and rage As the orcs shot went wild. The advance slowed as the first orc tried to swat at the bird and notch an arrow at the same time.

Drusilla kicked and pecked at his face a bit longer before returning to the air. Perfect. Stefano knew they were worried from the dance, frustrated by missing and pain. Now to humiliate them. Stefano returned to one knee and focused on the space between Drusilla and the first archer. He took a deep breath and then another. There it came the orcs arrow aimed at the retreating bird. Stefano let it travel until it was over the shield wall. And then he fired his gun. At that moment Stefano felt a ripping pain tear through the side of his face. Pain filled his head as an arrow grazed Stefano from the corner of his left lip and teared his cheek.

Stefano was motionless as he contemplated how that arrow was inches away from ending his life. And the misplaced gambler threw his head back and laughed. Adrenaline and blood flowing freely. Life and death. The dice had been rolled, and this time at least, Stefano had won. The laugh reached the orcs and thinking he had missed a sure Mark let out his own scream, but his was rage, not hysteria. He broke rank throwing his how in the dirt and charged Stefano. Stirred by his comrades anger, his fellow bowman followed suit screaming and snarling as he charged the marksman.

Both were too busy to notice Stefano's shot going wild and missing the arrow completely. Luckily the arrow also fell short of Drusilla. Fortune and planning had done nothing to remove the danger, just made it more manageable. So who is going to save this lucky bastard?

@Skull
@13org

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

@Cuddle Pot there you go there are some arrows to slow down your gun. also a few more orcs to keep you guys busy while we wait for the others

@Arthanus

Thanks I appreciate the challenge

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Disregard I'm too stupid to figure out the image from my cellphone.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

I apologize I should have PM'd my concerns. If you can please disregard my previous statements and let's move forward with a clean slate.

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

"Ludi You and I are getting closer by the second." Stefano thought as he watched Ludivico expertly diverted the advancing group. [coHe admired his courage as he watched Ludivico try and take on two of the orcs at the same time he nearly had his next shot loaded when our of his peripheral vision he saw the halberd orc break free from the twins melee.

He did so by coming at them again and again with pure animal ferocity his, wound in his shoulder left him using his weapon in one hand, making his blows slow and clumsy but still frequent enough to push them back far enough that he broke away to enact his vengeance on Stefano. Stefano Haas set the match and tried to turn his arqubus on the for yet he still hadn't set the match and for the first time in a very long time, Stefano was briefly worried he might actually die.

However before he could even process what that even ment to him a strange young woman darted past him with a odd wheel of steel towards the orc. Just as the raging orc raised his legs, the woman did a cartwheel, jumping over the orc's head and putting the wrapped ring blade on his neck as she landed, making the orc fall face first on the ground, landing over him with a kick to the back of the helmet, powerful enough to disorientate him for some time.

She Put her ring blade around Stefano in a swift movement, who seemed to be still a little shaken after his friend being thrown by the orc, she walked up to him, putting the ring around him and looking at him with a smile.
"You don't look like a soldier at all." she said, walking around the man, who was still with the ring around him, studying him.
"I'll do my best to help you guys, but you'll have to offer me something in return." she said with a mischievous smile
With a playful wink, she took off the ring from around the man, moving swiftly to the center of the battlefield, amongst friendly units.

Stefano was shaken a bit from the encounter and he found the dancer very intriguing and he returned her studying look with his own calculating eye. Before he could speak she darted back onto the battlefield and have a demonstration of her...ability.

Stefano was captivated by her dance, by the fluidity and the fervor of her movements. The beauty of the woman moving in tandom of what moments before had been a weapon that had saved his life, stirred something deep within Stefano. He felt emboldened by the display and more awake and energetic then he had all morning. He was taken out of his study by urgent barking from all three of his hounds sitting on their haunches and waiting for orders.

"And where were you when my life was in danger?" Stefano asked acqusingly. They only barked louder impatient to be back in the hunt. Stefano sighed and let out a high pitched whistle that slowly lowered in pitch, the signal to tear and go for the throat. With vicious snarled the hounds turned on the downed halberd orc. The blood hounds ripped at any exposed flesh they could while Incitatus ripped out the opponents neck and the beast bled out into the dirt.

Stefano turned back to the battlefield and finished reloading his weapon he could see the twins rallying and running to assist Ludivico. Seeing this Stefano saw the orc with the sword and shield picking picking himself off the ground. Stefano had learned from his earlier mistake. To avoid the risk of enraging the orcs, from now on Stefano would only take shots guaranteed to kill or cripple the enemy.

However this orc was much closer than the other shots Stefano has taken and his prone position would make this an easy kill. The orc had barely raised his head off the ground before a bullet ripped through it killing him instantly. Stefano kept his dogs by his side as he was confident Ludi and the men could dispatch the last orc before they got there. He would give his dogs a short chance to rest.

Stefano set about reloading far quicker then he had before, aided by the strange energy of the woman's dance. As he was packing the powder he noticed a patch of blue bells growing. He smiled remembering the dancers words, "I'll do my best to help you guys, but you'll have to offer me something in return." Well these would be a start. He picked the whole patch and called down Drusilla. He held out the bundled stems for her and watched her pick up the package in her beak. Her threw her towards the dancer, he had trained her to drop anything she was carrying when given things to hold. She would only land of Stefano had put something in her harness.

Stefano watched her take off and stayed idle for a few moments. "Where was I? Oh right were in a battle!" he thought returning to his reload.

@Skull @13org