Osi's Guide to RoleplayingOsi's Unofficial Guide to Roleplaying
Hi, and welcome to my unofficial guide to roleplaying. ^^ Before we begin, I'd like to point at that I am not, in any way, saying that what I write here is the only, or the best, way to roleplay: I am merely setting up a guide for those who have no idea about how to go about it, or would like some hints on how to improve their roleplaying.
Questions, and suggestions, are both appreciated and loved.
The basics: Style
First off, I'll start with the very basics of roleplaying - the style. There are two main styles of roleplaying:
The first is where you use asterisk to show movement or gesture that your character makes.
eg: *Osi stands on a soap box to address the crowd* Hi, thank you for reading this.
This is usually considered a less formal, or even 'illiterate' (I mean no offence by this term) way of roleplaying, and is usually used in forum chat
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One of the lights was dying. Watching his own shadow stretch and shrink every three seconds, Gregory wondered why no-one had fixed the problem yet. He'd reported it last week. It was like the muscle twitches he got in his lower back, just out of reach and without immediate cure. He stood, hands by his side and eyes distant, as his assistant fiddled with the complex set of locks that barred the door in front of them.
The walls of the Smith McGregor House were not sound-proofed. It was a deliberate move on the part of the late owner, so that any problems with its residents could be found and dealt with quickly. The House had never been used for its true purpose the war had begun long before any of the mentally challenged could be moved in but two years later still found the walls tattered and the carpet thin and sunken. Wiry bed-frames had taken the place of the cosy furniture originally installed, and the c
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Jered squinted. I dunno, the guys alone so I reckon
A familiar hand had clamped down on top of his head as Neive forced him to the ground. Mid-word, he hadnt had the change to close his mouth and was rather effectively gagged by dust for the next few minutes. Neive hadnt spoken yet and, trying to ignore the grit grinding its way between his teeth, Jered hazarded a hushed What the hell was that for?
The exasperated roll of the eyes and the soft, annoyed Tcht was something he was never going to get used to. Its Devin. Neive finally answered, obviously thinking him an idiot for not knowing all about this stranger. Violent. Likely to shoot first, ask later, to use the coined phrase.
You know him?
Neive took a moment to answer, instead moving to peer over the rock debris shed pushed them behind. Her eye
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Zachary, why in the seven hells do you think Id even be remotely interested in helping a bloody mage like you? Was Neives censored reply. The exact message I wont convey to avoid unneeded offence. No doubt its some object of hocus-pocus that wont do anyone any oh?
Shed cut herself off. I glanced up from the intricately decorated egg that had been ever so interesting to polish while the two had been mouthing off at each other. The secret technique to pacify my new employer had escaped me until that point, yet it proved remarkably simple. Zachary held up a pendant of sorts, obviously old and sporting engravings I absolutely itched to get a closer look at. The golden metal reflected the greed in Neives. She looked as if she would have snatched it had pride not kept her from it.
Ill trade you one piece of hocus-pocus for anoth
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The winter air was perfectly still but the moment she put her bags down all that would change. She could see the dust coating her room just as she left it, of course, but someone had washed her sheets and realised that it was a bloody good thing she hadnt cleaned before shed left. May as well get half a years filth at once rather than just three weeks worth. The dust flew, and she knew she couldnt be bothered unpacking right now.
The house smelt like home. It had been longer than shed thought, for her to actually be able to smell it like that. There was a tang to the water, water from a sink and not a bottle, that shed never noticed before. It was comforting, but familiar. It wasnt what she wanted. It quenched her thirst but it was too easy. She felt her mind switch off, and ached to be anywhere else but home.