The Roleplay Thread

[Seth Ventril]

ITT, we post logs of our RPs, whether player driven or GM driven.
I'll start, of course.


You say, "I'm conflicted."
Inaira S'real pokes you in the ribs. Ouch!
You say, "I try to stick to game hunting."
You say, "I get the skins, tailor them, sell them."
Inaira S'real smiles.
You say, "The profit is ok."
You say, "I only hunt big and small game though. My current one to hunt is hushoguj."
Inaira S'real says, "I don't hunt much."
You say, "And of course, I'm not getting too many orders, so that's not viable income."
You say, "I could be making much more hunting humanoids."
Inaira S'real grins.
You say, "But I don't think it's right to go and impose myself on lesser races, just because I may be smarter than them, or more civilized."
Inaira S'real says, "Yeah human.."
Inaira S'real coughs.
You ask, "Really though...Who's to say the Chith are evil?"
Inaira S'real chuckles.
You say, "They're just a primitive race...A little spooked by humans who come through."
Inaira S'real says, "I sure an not one to judge."
You say, "And with as much humans have killed them, they have every right to be aggressive."
Inaira S'real says, "Yeah, those humans....."
Inaira S'real gets a forest nymph mask from a supple-looking drawstring sack with jeweled accents.
Inaira S'real puts on a forest nymph mask.
You say, "It's not our place to speed their modernization."
You say, "And it's not our place to kill them off either."
Inaira S'real pets a large fluffy champagne colored gamojab with a light pink nose affectionately.
Inaira S'real says, "You're so human...."
Inaira S'real says, "Thinking too much."
You say, "Yes but you're Eolai."
Inaira S'real says, "When it comes down to your race or the world, I hope you don't run."
Inaira S'real smiles at you.
You say, "And a Tracker."
You ask, "Don't you feel as if you should protect nature's balance?"
You raise your eyebrow.
Inaira S'real says, "Of course."
Inaira S'real says, "Especially as an Eolai I do."
You say, "Ok...The chith, though primitive, aggressive, and war-like..."
You ask, "Don't you believe even they have a place in the big picture?"
Inaira S'real says, "Yes, I believe every thing alive does."
You say, "How would you feel one day..."
You say, "If you woke up..."
You ask, "And all the chith had been eradicated?"
You ask, "Because of bored humans, darju, etcetera?"
Inaira S'real says, "I wouldn't be happy about that."
Inaira S'real says, "No."
Inaira S'real says, "I wouldn't care the reason."
You say, "Most people don't think about what they hunt."
You say, "Or why they hunt."
Inaira S'real ponders.
You say, "And they certainly don't observe the big picture..."
You say, "Or the consequences of their actions."
Inaira S'real asks, "And you do?"
You say, "I try too."
You say, "I won't say I've never killed a chith or a borkin just to hunt..."
You say, "Because I have...Though now I'm starting to wonder...If maybe I shouldn't of."
Inaira S'real asks, "Plant a tree?"
You chuckle.
Inaira S'real says, "I do think about it."
Inaira S'real gazes at you.
You say, "I wasn't saying you don't."
You rub Inaira S'real gently.
You say, "I said most people."
You say, "You're a tracker...When it comes to nature, I expect that you see more of the picture than anyone else."
You say, "Your abilities, your strengths, all come from the very earth we stand on."
Inaira S'real says, "I don't hunt much."
Inaira S'real smiles.
Inaira S'real pets a large fluffy champagne colored gamojab with a light pink nose affectionately.
The champagne gamojab chirrs happily and flops onto his back.
You say, "Now truely their are great evils, and not so great evils, that it doesn't affect the balance to hunt."
You say, "Such as dissatisfied spirits..."
You say, "Or malicious abberations."
You say, "Maybe I am giving it too much thought..."
Inaira S'real says, "You aren't."
You say, "But I still don't believe decimating a race for their bounty is right."
Inaira S'real says, "It deserves thought."
You say, "But then...I don't try to stop others either."
You say, "It's not my place."
Inaira S'real says, "I hear things though sometimes...."
You ask, "What do you hear?"
Inaira S'real says, "Trees in pain."
Inaira S'real shudders.
You say, "You know..."
You say, "I don't speak much of my beliefs on the races..."
Inaira S'real gazes at you.
You say, "But it is in my heart that I know humans are a parasite."
Inaira S'real takes a deep breath.
You say, "We seek only to industrialize, and expand upon what doesn't need expansion."
Inaira S'real slowly empties her lungs.
You say, "We drain the world of it's resources...It's heart..."
You say, "Even sometimes it's very soul."
You say, "All in the pursuit of the human mantra of "more, more, more"."
Inaira S'real says, "Progress is what it is though."
You ask, "Is it progress?"
You ask, "Or is it sabotage?"
Inaira S'real says, "I believe they believe."
Inaira S'real smiles.
You say, "When the last tree is cut, and the last forest is paved over for a mall..."
You ask, "Will it still be progress?"
Inaira S'real says, "That'll never happen."
Inaira S'real says, "We won't let it."
Inaira S'real touches a haeleio heavy crossbow inset with a silver kashaga along the stock.
You ask, "Will you promise me that?"
Inaira S'real says, "I'll die before I let that happen."
Inaira S'real says, "I promise you, I promise myself."
Inaira S'real says, "Humans are not that bad Seth."
Inaira S'real touches you on the shoulder.
You say, "No...Not all of them are."
You say, "But humans, as they are, rarely stop to observe the portrait, they instead focus on the part pertinent to them."
You say, "And seek only that part in their life."
You say, "And the humans who do stop and think..."
Inaira S'real says, "Not just they do that though."
Inaira S'real says, "Eolai do it, we all do."
You say, "Are heavily outweighed by those who don't."
You say, "Yes but I am a human."
You say, "And not a scholar of the races."
Inaira S'real says, "I noticed."
Inaira S'real smiles.
You say, "So thus, I speak from expertise on my race."
You say, "Though your lore, your traditions, your history is known *to* me..."
Inaira S'real says, "As I do of mine. We believe, we trust......"
You say, "They are not known *by* me."
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Victim: Well, what is the creed?
Assassin: It's very secret, passed down for hundreds of generations. If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Victim: Aren't you already killing me anyway?
Assassin: That's a good point...The creed is..."Stick them with the pointy end." - Ctrl+Alt+Del parody of Assassin's Creed.
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TELEPATHY [close]:  Yaru Dex - "Great now you made Mickey cry. Thanks a lot, Seth."
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Korell Ventril exclaims, "Choo ain no guard! Choo a crackhead!"

[Brokyn]

ITT William suggests RP logs include an extra return between events (i.e., what people are saying, doing, etc).

Also, do you have stairs?

--William
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[Seth Ventril]

That's the whole log. Just talking in the skinning shop. I know it's kind of long, but I enjoyed it.
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Victim: Well, what is the creed?
Assassin: It's very secret, passed down for hundreds of generations. If I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Victim: Aren't you already killing me anyway?
Assassin: That's a good point...The creed is..."Stick them with the pointy end." - Ctrl+Alt+Del parody of Assassin's Creed.
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TELEPATHY [close]:  Yaru Dex - "Great now you made Mickey cry. Thanks a lot, Seth."
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Korell Ventril exclaims, "Choo ain no guard! Choo a crackhead!"