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Storytellers and Storyplayers
First, it is important to recognize two roles that players always have in an ongoing story – a Storyteller, who is responsible for directing the plot and leading the other players in the adventure; and, a Storyplayer, who does little controlling of the environment or non player characters throughout the adventure, and is led by the Storyteller. Many times, these roles shift throughout the course of a story – a storyplayer who gains confidence throughout a particular adventure may want to add an unexpected, but appropriate, twist and become the storyteller for a tangent.
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Both PCS are storyplayers. Hence, I do not know why Selegon you have control of a wolf and a few other NPCs.
Two, Being a storyplayer, you can no control the environment or what happens to NPCs, k?
I tried to make myself clear and I gave both of you a chance to remedy the situation. How does the wolf tackle him successfully? How is this fair if you were playing with another PC. Consider it like so if you were fighting with another PC, you will still need a storyteller to moderate the consequences of each action for it to be fair.
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Man versus Fate
The final, but epic, form of conflict is the classic Man versus Fate; wherein a chief character, or groups of characters, strive to change the course of history, or prevent something from taking place. When revealed, a sense of urgency and immediacy emerges, but often the greatest lessons in these conflicts is that not all destinies can be avoided or undone.
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Both of you just outright bunnied half the thread, which is acceptable once, but not for relatively "seasoned" players as the two of you. This is more than disappointing because it is plain bad roleplaying.
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The half therlera crept up quietly behind the man and in a quick movement brought her well seasoned dagger underneath his throat. " Do stop shouting little man. The ones you seek are long gone by now." Which was a lie, her oddly colored eyes scaned the forest underbrush. They were very close now, very close indeed.
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By Malinka, How can you tell if the man, who is an expert of killing as Adder put it, could have not dodged your assault? This goes with a lot of the things you have done, Selegon, which is too much for me to put here.
I am sorry to have to do this. For a game to be fun, it has rules and to be fair people follow rules. There is no more need for a moderator if you just decide what happens in this story. If that is the case, there will no longer be a need for GMs and AGMs, and then you can just have all the PCs with Archmage powers, controlling every NPC, and what have you.
Selegon, why are you even camping in Ethgan'tor? This is a city. If you wish to camp, camp outside in the Gracelands, where this thread would be more adequately suited for. Realistically playing, both Malinka and Selegon would be forced into slavery if they manage to get into Ethgan'tor. How both of you managed is beyond me, but that is not the point now. To avoid sounding like a bitch, I hope you see the reasoning I have offered instead of flaming me after this.
I am sorry to have to do what I will do next, but Marwin didn't get a chance. So many others didn't, you won't either now.
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The man laughed as the blade tickled his throat. He smiled wickedly. Whitefear was kicked straight in the face as he tried to attack the bounty. He closed his eyes, as mages do to summon the realm of clara, clearing his mind.
"I'm am through with games." With his smile still plastered on his face, his lips moved quickly and a cloud of darkness enveloped Selegon. It was the spell of
Darkness, an apprentice Necromancer's spell. Blinded, Selegon was now incapitated. From the distance, if he were able to affect Selegon with the spell, his arcanic abilities were beyond the level of Apprentice, apparently.
A human. Confident in his abilities and no doubt experienced. To take him for granted would be a mistake, but first the man had to find Selegon and that wouldn't be so easy. (Adder)
With a swift and fluid motion, the man arched and extended his head, a trickle of blood seeping out from a superficial wound. Warm liquid spilled to Malinka's hand, but she had no time to care about the blood. The man's head knocked staight into her face, with a force capable of smashing her cheekbones and breaking her nose, almost. Blood spilled forth from her nose and the dagger fell to the ground as the man flexed her wrist with one hand, causing her finger flexors to be actively insuffient, thus releasing her grip.
With his other hand, the blood thirsty man, who was the hunted so unfairly so a few moments ago, grabbed Malinka's hair by the fistful and twirled her around to face him. In a blink of an eye, his forearm clutched on to her neck as her nose bled and her mind spin.
The spell of darkness dissipated. Selegon was allowed sight once again. In his confusion, he allowed the arrow to fly, its aim true. The arrow head pierced through Malinka's left breast, pierced through her thorax, and embedded right there before reaching her heart.
"Death is upon you, bitch."
The man with Malinka as a shield ripped out the arrow and a gush of blood spurted forth. Minutes were not necessary for death to take Malinka to Jalat's realm... The last of her life was all in red... blood here and there and everywhere. Her mistake was not knowing anything, was to appear from no where... How did he know the man behind her now was the villain? Why did she help Selegon? If she were trained in dagger wielding, in any form of combat, did she not know the worst scenerio to play was to underestimate the enemy?
"Elf... Play with me and you play with fire." The man, who bled from his arrow wound and neck. He placed his hand over Malinka's chest and then sucked on his blood soaked fingers. He closed his eyes again as to reach Clara once again. Selegon had a few seconds to run before another spell struck...
OOc: Malinka is now Dead.