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Unread 11-17-2006, 11:17 PM   #1
Khael!
I'm somebody else these days.
 
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Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: Same house same hill same bat channel still canada
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Default Mad Plans: Freestyle RP!

Welcome! Here's a little trial to get this RP running.

Post character information in the signup thread if you want to join, and we'll figure out a turn order from there. If you're scared about anything, check the rules post I made in the Signup thread, and see if the stuff there helps. If not, feel free to message me telling me I'm a complete idiot and forgot something blatant. (I work better with peer editors, gadzooks!) Also make sure to read the regular roleplay rules. We have to be careful not to get too Red Magey in here; at least until this thing is well established.

I'll have a character myself who will do stuff independently of my dice rolling, which will help me learn how to run this well in the long run. (Don't worry, I love it when stuff goes wrong with my characters. there will be no dice abusing.)

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You slowly stop the spinning inside your head and sit up.

Hmm... strange. You don't recollect there being quite so much... pine forest just a minute ago. Little pieces of singed burlap litter the dry pebbly ground. You try to recall recent events.

...A large exploding fwoomph noise comes to mind... there was a bet... something about putting a magical sword inside... some sort of magical holding, bag... thing? You look down, realizing the burlap probably was that bag at some point. You notice several other people scattered about, looking equally dazed.

One guy, wearing a narrow pair of blue sunglasses and a black overcoat, is muttering to himself in a tree. Despite his sharp-dressed style, long red-brown hair and witty soul patch, he looks like a complete idiot up there.

"Damnit, I can't even win a lousy bet, and now I have a... why is there a treebranch stuck through my arm? Must've appeared halfway through it..." He reaches for a curved blade at his side, seemingly contemplating where to cut.

You decide to do something besides watch, for your own sake. Or possibly his.
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Last edited by Khael!; 11-21-2006 at 03:23 PM. Reason: Brain deadivity
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