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Post by joatmoniac on Jan 15, 2016 8:57:43 GMT
I'm not gonna lie this one has been wracking my brain for days. I mean it's no easy feat to come up with a good idea to build a collaborative and improv based DM-Nastics. Mainly how do you do improv through a text based medium that isn't instant messaging or anything like that. So here's what I've got! "It is not a night like many others. Instead it is one that marks the end of a terrible battle waged against the invading hordes of all kinds of monsters one could imagine. Many adventures, militia, and everyone in between stagger, are carried, or even crawl into Restless Knights Inn, it seems as if the K is no longer on the sign after the battle, the premier adventurer bar in Lusina Tirion. Far less have returned than left, but the tales of the battle are on the lips of every patron now taking in a hot meal and free ale after the defense of Tower Town is complete ..." Grab the next patron and begin to tell your tale, you can of course play off of anything that has come before, but use the next patron in the list, so that we have a bit of that improv element preserved! GLOOMY HALF-ELF DRUID FROM THE GUARD'S ACADEMY WHO ACTS SHALLOW BUT ONLY TO HIDE THEIR INSECURITIES - DM Rowan IMPULSIVE HUMAN BARBARIAN FROM THE CITY SEWERS WHO HAS A SERIOUS WEAPONS FETISH - almarianknight ATTENTIVE HALFLING ROGUE FROM THE SHIFTING DESERT WHO HAS A BAD GAMBLING PROBLEM - lasersniper HATEFUL DWARF ROGUE FROM A SMALL REMOTE VILLAGE WHO ALWAYS GIVES THE BAD NEWS FIRST - janewalksfar ANXIOUS GNOME FIGHTER FROM A QUIET WOODLAND HUT WHO LOST TWO FINGERS IN A TRAINING ACCIDENT - DM Kiado DEMURE DWARF BARD FROM BLACK OAK WHO DOESN'T SPEAK A WORD OF COMMON - Joatmoniac TACTLESS HUMAN CLERIC FROM THE NICE PART OF A BAD TOWN WHO SEARCHES ENDLESSLY FOR THEIR KIDNAPPED CHILD - whipstache CRABBY DRAGONBORN RANGER FROM A POMPOUS WIZARD SCHOOL WHO LIKES TO SPEAK IN RHYME WELL-INTENTIONED HALF-ORC MONK FROM AN INTERNMENT CAMP WHO MISTRUSTS ANYONE SMALLER THAN THEM There they are, so hopefully this turns out pretty well! |
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DM Rowan
Adventurer
The DM Renaissance is in full swing!
Posts: 96
Favorite D&D Class: Bard/Paladin
Favorite D&D Race: Half Elf
Gender: NB Lesbian
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Post by DM Rowan on Jan 15, 2016 13:47:41 GMT
So we just grab the first one off the list and start role playing? Awesome! This is my jam!
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Post by joatmoniac on Jan 15, 2016 15:02:25 GMT
Yep, if you want to join in you just use the very next available character in the list. As people post I will remove the spoiler tag, and depending on the length of the story, add it back to the first post.
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DM Rowan
Adventurer
The DM Renaissance is in full swing!
Posts: 96
Favorite D&D Class: Bard/Paladin
Favorite D&D Race: Half Elf
Gender: NB Lesbian
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Post by DM Rowan on Jan 15, 2016 17:24:26 GMT
Ok, awesome!
So im a gloomy halfelf druid from rhe guards academy who acts shallowly but only to mask his insecurities.
Lets call him Telthas.
Telthas enterd the Restless "Night's" inn, smiling grimly at the irony. He slumped in a chair, unable to find one near the fire or in a corner. He pulled up the hood of his cape, the bottom of which had been torn away during battle. His forearms were scratched and bloodied. Thanking the barmaid as she tiredly gave him a drink, he waved hia hands, using the last of his strength to summon a handful of goodberries.
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Samuel Wise
Demigod
Ready to Help...
Posts: 989
Favorite D&D Class: Warlock
Favorite D&D Race: Mousefolk
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Post by Samuel Wise on Jan 15, 2016 18:21:17 GMT
"The human barbarian smashes the door of the inn open. Standing there like an ominous specter. He gives the bar a look over and gives the barmaid a wink. One of the men sitting near the entrance of the door gags and splutters as a terrible odor washes through the room. The odor of the sewers. The barbarian lobs a glob of spit at the ground and hikes up his pants as he slowly makes his way to sit next to Telthas. Sighing, he sits down and begins pulling out knives, swords, and darts from his pockets.
"Sorry 'bout this, but it ain't comfortable to sit on all this". He finally picks up the large axe from his back and thrusts it downward, sticking it into the wood flooring. The barmaid looks shocked and horrified.
"Hey, sweetheart, could you get me a drink. I am not going anywhere soon".
As the poor barmaid hurries to get the drinks (or the police), the young barbarian notices in the corner of his eye, two handsomely dressed men in the corner, who are eyeing the people in the inn... strangely.
"Look here, my name is Bark, but we can't talk much. There is some trouble brewing in this inn. Keep your weapons sharp". Bark says this to Telthas as he uses a dagger to pick sewage from in between his teeth."
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DM Rowan
Adventurer
The DM Renaissance is in full swing!
Posts: 96
Favorite D&D Class: Bard/Paladin
Favorite D&D Race: Half Elf
Gender: NB Lesbian
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Post by DM Rowan on Jan 15, 2016 19:04:45 GMT
Gritting his teeth, trying not to breathe too deeply, Telthas watches gloomily as the large man dumps his ridiculous - albeit, impressive - collection of assorted weapons onto the table. "Bark," he says slowly, raising one eyebrow as he fails to hide a grimace, "how... Quaint..." he pops a goodberry into his mouth. The taste, usually delicious, seems bland in his mouth. He can still taste the chimera blood in the back of his throat. His new companion finishes speaking and Telthas sighs deeply. "Listen, uh... Bark. The battle's over. You can relax." He slumps forward, head in his stingig hands and groans. "Feel free to have a goodberry."
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Post by lasersniper on Jan 15, 2016 21:42:26 GMT
A small figure, covered head to toe in a light brown robes, walks to the table with a recently liberated tray of drinks, leaving a small trail of sand in his wake. He slides the tray of drinks into the middle of the table, pushing the assorted knives, darts and weapons to the side. He hops up onto the chair with a little bit of effort and says "Yep and what a battle it was eh boys", the voice sounding coarse and a little muffled under his wrappings. The man pulls a deck of cards from somewhere under his robes and starts dealing out the cards. "Hey weren't you that elf that was tussling with that lion dragon thing?" the man says as he vaguely gestures toward Telthas. "How'd ya learn to handle yourself like that" he says as he finished dealing and picks up his own hand of cards.
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DM Rowan
Adventurer
The DM Renaissance is in full swing!
Posts: 96
Favorite D&D Class: Bard/Paladin
Favorite D&D Race: Half Elf
Gender: NB Lesbian
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Post by DM Rowan on Jan 16, 2016 3:18:16 GMT
Telthas looked up and swallowed his goodberry. Realizing how disgusting he looked right now, he wiped the dirt from his cheek and ran a hand through his braided, blonde hair in one motion. "Well, I'm attending the Guard's academy," he said, "But nature is my true teacher." He smiled, although the smile was somewhat disingenuous. He decided to leave out that if he hadn't been able to turn into a dire wolf at the last second there, he would be dead. He looked the halfling up and down and sat back, tossing him a goodberry.
"If I recall, you clambered your way up that ogre and got him in the neck. You do just fine yourself." He complimented, although there was an air of falsity in his voice. He was tired. He couldn't care less what this Bark fellow thought of him, but the small warrior seemed to be intelligent and he didn't want to be judged too harshly. What he really wanted was a goodnight's sleep. The inn's new sign flashed back into his mind and he swallowed. Might as well, he thought, picking up the cards.
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Post by lasersniper on Jan 19, 2016 15:11:54 GMT
The small person looks to Telthas with a small tilt to his head, seeming to contemplate something, but his emotions hidden behind his wrappings. He only holds it for a second before giving a chuckle and turning back to his cards and replies "hee hee you'd be surprised to learn what one is capable of 'oing when 500 gold is up for grabs", as he casually tosses some coin in the center of the table. He sudden looks up as if realized he insulted someone and says "Oh forgiven my manners, I 'ssumed playn' for gold wasn't a problem since we's flush with our rewards." as his head moves back and forth between Telthas and Bark.
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Post by janewalksfar on Jan 19, 2016 22:57:26 GMT
Madha, a dwarf swathed in brightly colored silk garments, leans forward and drops a handful of coins on the table. As she settles back in her chair to study her cards, the loot dangling from a riotous tangle of belts, buckles, and bags, clatters loudly. She scowls, rather than smiles, at her compatriots at the table, "Hope yer rewards are rightly won, boys. I hear those handsome fellows over yon be bounty hunters." She gestures toward the well dressed men Bark indicated moments before, then continues, "What with all the adventuring folk about, I recon there be a few villains lurking among the heroes. Would be right tragic to survive the battle for Tower Town only to meet the lawman's noose." Madha's frowning disposition suggests little sympathy for such a "tragedy." Rather she eyes the other gamblers beadily over the edges of her cards. "From way they be eyeing our table, I'd warrant them fellows think they found themselves a prize."
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Samuel Wise
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Post by Samuel Wise on Jan 20, 2016 0:24:36 GMT
Bark scoffs and twirls a dagger on the end of his finger, drawing a bit of blood. He kisses the edge of the blade and points it towards the dwarf.
"See I know, my little friend, me and the group who came with me..." says the human barbarian while gesturing to his pile of weapons "...we know that there is always a fight. Bet your poor dead mother, it's going to be a nasty one."
With this Bark sends his knife flying into the small gambler's card, pinning the guard to the table. Bark gets up, throws his axe over his shoulder and walks up to pull the knife embedded into the card and the table. Two of the well-dressed men shift and Bark notices a glint of metal... a knife or a coin?
Bark puts his hand on the small man's shoulder, "Any questions, pip-squeak? The knife you see before you is made out of 1480-alloy-steel combination. With its aerial design it has a much smaller Reynolds number and could shave your eyebrows right off your face with a flick of my wrist. In a nutshell, who do you have following you? What have you done".
Bark sends a wink back to the dwarf who pointed out the two men eyeing the table, a silent thank you.[/b]
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Post by lasersniper on Jan 20, 2016 2:54:20 GMT
Shifting uncomfortably under the weight of Bark's grip and eyeing the ruined card pinned to the table, the man replies "Thanks you for ruinin' my good deck. And for yours information, theys were watchin' the table before I sat down". Glancing into the reflection of one of the swords still on the table, the halfling spots another pair of similar looking....no EXACTLY the same men in a corner booth behind Bark and himself. Both of whom are starting to stand up. "Ands if you don't like the looks of 'em, then you mights want to have a gander behind us." he says as he gets ready to move at a moments notice.
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Post by DM Kiado on Jan 20, 2016 5:10:03 GMT
"Pardon!" you first hear the voice first, then looking down you see the little Gnome who has just stepped between your table and the men you were worried about. He is completely oblivious to the situation he might have just stepped into. Which you find odd, since he appears to be darting his eyes about like he is expecting the next battle to start at any moment. He waves awkwardly with his left hand, at which time you and he realizes that it only has two fingers, he quickly switches to wave with the 4 fingered hand. "That was one hell of a battle huh? Never seen anything like that. Lost the fingers before that, just so you know.. Training mishap." Holding his hand with the missing digits back up, still oblivious to the situation, he nervous chatters on. "Nice blade big man, that must be for shaving your eyebrows." His bushy eyebrows wiggle a bit, and laughs meekly. "Your card has a hole in..." He realizes no one is looking at him anymore, but right behind him. He closes his eyes, "It's a spider isn't it?"
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DM Rowan
Adventurer
The DM Renaissance is in full swing!
Posts: 96
Favorite D&D Class: Bard/Paladin
Favorite D&D Race: Half Elf
Gender: NB Lesbian
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Post by DM Rowan on Jan 20, 2016 6:09:26 GMT
Telthas sighs heavily. This is getting worse and worse as time goes on. He scoots his chair slightly away from Burk, inadvertently sliding up next to the dwarf. "Um, excuse me, sorry," he muttered wearily, "just tryig to keep my distance from the madman." He looked at his hand and tossed a handful of gold into the middle.
"Would you like a goodberry?" He asked the dwarf, gesturing to the small pile. "I'm Telthas, by the way."
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Post by DM Kiado on Jan 20, 2016 21:09:01 GMT
This should be like 6 pages already folks.
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