@Genkai Thanks for clearing all this up. I think acquaintances/distant friends works well because there are opportunities for bonds to develop naturally between the characters. I agree with above statements that it's easy to create an 'outsider' feeling for some people when there are existing histories (especially OOC) which makes it really easy to lose someone's interest. And when you're writing a lot - spending time to think out, write, and polish something creative and interesting that is focused on building the story and developing characters, losing interest is a killer. If people are going to put forth the effort to write, it's important that they feel included in the story.
At least 1/wk works just fine for me. I am employed full time and in grad school (fml) but I should definitely be able to make this commitment, maybe even be a little more active if everyone else is moving quickly. I agree that 2/wk is pretty quick and anything more dilutes the quality of my writing. Some people might be able to keep up with that, but I'm not one of them.
One last little bit about the pre-gen classes/original classes/curated classes dilemma. For me, none of these are deal breakers or even really annoyances. The deal breaker for me is when people don't collaborate/cooperate.
@Everyone I'm looking forward to writing with you!
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Either one of those sounds good to me. I think with fewer initial choices it's easier to keep the story thematically tied together, rather than just a rambling ball of nonsense. A lot of times fantasy founders at the outset because people have an idea set in their minds of some direction the story should take and create characters with non-setting attributes or histories, and are then obdurate when you ask them to change. :D
But Advanced is where the players are supposed to be able to cooperatively form a living story, right? So, you do what you feel is best.
But Advanced is where the players are supposed to be able to cooperatively form a living story, right? So, you do what you feel is best.
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"Well, I think the first step is not getting marooned on a deserted island. But past that, I can't much say. We all know people died in the wreck, but some may not yet be ready to face it. Leave things be for now, don't mention it for a bit. When we get a better understanding of our situation, then we can talk about it. First, though, we need to secure food and water, and think about how we're going to get off this island."
Isak wiped a line of sweat from his brow. The sun was already scorching his skin, and he could feel dehydration coming on. It was imperative to find water, and quickly. He motioned back toward the treeline where Madison stood silently and walked off in that direction. Isak nodded in greeting as he passed her, but continued on into the jungle, following the path of trampled grass back to the clearing they'd originally rested in. From there, Isak headed inland, determined to find running water. It was imperative to find running water, not a stagnant pool, as the latter was a cordial host for all kinds of disease and a breeding ground for strange insects - the thought of which made Isak shudder. He hadn't thought about it yet, but this island would probably be swarming with bugs of all shapes and sizes, and at night they'd be crawling all over his skin, into his mouth and ears, their tiny, hairy legs brushing all over his skin. Isak had to stop for a moment and hold back bile. With great difficulty he pushed the thought out of his mind and renewed his search for potable water.
Isak wiped a line of sweat from his brow. The sun was already scorching his skin, and he could feel dehydration coming on. It was imperative to find water, and quickly. He motioned back toward the treeline where Madison stood silently and walked off in that direction. Isak nodded in greeting as he passed her, but continued on into the jungle, following the path of trampled grass back to the clearing they'd originally rested in. From there, Isak headed inland, determined to find running water. It was imperative to find running water, not a stagnant pool, as the latter was a cordial host for all kinds of disease and a breeding ground for strange insects - the thought of which made Isak shudder. He hadn't thought about it yet, but this island would probably be swarming with bugs of all shapes and sizes, and at night they'd be crawling all over his skin, into his mouth and ears, their tiny, hairy legs brushing all over his skin. Isak had to stop for a moment and hold back bile. With great difficulty he pushed the thought out of his mind and renewed his search for potable water.
You only need 3-4 people to keep things rolling. :D
As soon as Madison finished speaking, a blood-curdling cry was raised from the southeast. Isak snapped to attention, glaring resolutely in the direction from which the call had come. After a few moments, when the hairs on his neck lay flat again, he look back to Madison, who was likely in the same state of shock. His mind jumped between possible reasons for such a wail and all of them seemed to involve dying horribly on an uninhabited island, hundreds of miles from anyone who ever knew him. These unpleasant thoughts were exceedingly difficult to ignore, but Isak managed to pull together some rational part of himself and convince it not to jump to conclusions. He exchanged a worried glance with Madison and indicated the direction of the sound's source before creeping through the undergrowth toward the commotion.
Isak stayed within the cover of the vegetation until he saw the man who he assumed to be the source of the screeching. Well, he wasn't being horribly murdered by some great tropical beast, which was a good start. Isak looked back partly to see if he could track his way back to the clearing, partly to see if Madison had followed him. He didn't see her, but he'd left a wide trail in the brush to trace his way back to the clearing. Isak mustered his courage and stepped out onto the beach and hailed the man - it was Charlie, the ship's steward. He didn't know him closely, but being on the crew together meant they were somewhat acquainted.
"Mr. Rosenburg," shouted Isak, "Are you all right? Do you know what all this shouting was about?" Isak thought for a moment, then followed with, "Have you met any more survivors? Are you injured?"
Isak stayed within the cover of the vegetation until he saw the man who he assumed to be the source of the screeching. Well, he wasn't being horribly murdered by some great tropical beast, which was a good start. Isak looked back partly to see if he could track his way back to the clearing, partly to see if Madison had followed him. He didn't see her, but he'd left a wide trail in the brush to trace his way back to the clearing. Isak mustered his courage and stepped out onto the beach and hailed the man - it was Charlie, the ship's steward. He didn't know him closely, but being on the crew together meant they were somewhat acquainted.
"Mr. Rosenburg," shouted Isak, "Are you all right? Do you know what all this shouting was about?" Isak thought for a moment, then followed with, "Have you met any more survivors? Are you injured?"
Oops. I definitely DIDN'T accidently put my IC post here.
Isak gave a polite half-bow and painfully mustered a smile as Madison introduced herself. It was nice to see that, at least for one survivor, the courtesies of polite society had survived the shipwreck. Her mention of drinking water reminded him of his own thirst, where before he'd been focused entirely on the aching stiffness in his limbs. Isak was already feeling the sting of the sun's rays on his skin, too. He didn't really tan, but rather burned quickly in the intense tropical illumination. It was a feature of his heritage, and one of the reasons he particularly disliked warm weather. To Isak, 25 degrees (~77 F) was hot, and here it was a lot closer to 35. And in his crew uniform, long sleeves and dress pants... it was a little ridiculous. He took a seat in the sand and removed his shoes as he introduced himself,
"I'm Isak. I was a navigator on the ship..." he trailed off midsentence, but picked up the thought just a moment later, "... and you're the first soul I've seen since washing up on this island. Did you know anyone aboard that you're looking for? Have you met other survivors? Wait, no. Water first. And shade, you should get out of the sun. Do forgive me for talking so much, but it's just so nice to find someone else alive." Isak motioned toward the clearing he'd just come from, where two trees grew close together and offered shelter from the sun.
"I'm Isak. I was a navigator on the ship..." he trailed off midsentence, but picked up the thought just a moment later, "... and you're the first soul I've seen since washing up on this island. Did you know anyone aboard that you're looking for? Have you met other survivors? Wait, no. Water first. And shade, you should get out of the sun. Do forgive me for talking so much, but it's just so nice to find someone else alive." Isak motioned toward the clearing he'd just come from, where two trees grew close together and offered shelter from the sun.
Isak awoke to a cacophony of bird cries and rustling leaves. He had to slowly work each muscle awake before he could rise to a sitting position, and even then his whole body felt sore. He was bruised all over, but no internal pain meant no internal injuries - hopefully. His throat was dry, and he realized he'd been without fresh water for some 12 hours or more. Sleep had helped to ease the aches, but it'd done nothing to sate his basic biological needs.
He remembered everything, crystal clear. Isak had supposed he would wake in a fog and have everything rush back to him, or that he would slowly start to remember details of the shipwreck, but neither of these were the case. He'd been conscious the whole time, save a long few minutes where he'd been underwater and blacked out momentarily. He wasn't sure how the ship had run aground in the storm, but he kept thinking about what he would have done differently were he at the helm. There were plenty of uncharted islands in the world, and usually seeing one in a storm would be a long shot. However, this island seemed quite large, one you would notice from a long ways off.
Isak had pulled himself from the shore up to the beginning of the jungle, soaking wet and falling into unconsciousness after floating toward the shore for hours. He knew it would be safer to let the trees and plants shelter him for the night, and when he awoke his skin wouldn't be cherry red.
Mentally returning to the present moment, Isak noticed a woman in a dress making her way up the beach. She had called out asking if someone was there, and he figured he had made quite a bit of sound rousing himself from sleep. Isak pushed some fronds aside and walked out onto the sand, noticing his shoes felt far too tight, and were still sopping wet. "Hello," he said, "Are you all right? If you're hurt, you shouldn't try to walk. Oh, and I'm Isak. I'd say nice to meet you, but under the circumstances it seems out of place."
He remembered everything, crystal clear. Isak had supposed he would wake in a fog and have everything rush back to him, or that he would slowly start to remember details of the shipwreck, but neither of these were the case. He'd been conscious the whole time, save a long few minutes where he'd been underwater and blacked out momentarily. He wasn't sure how the ship had run aground in the storm, but he kept thinking about what he would have done differently were he at the helm. There were plenty of uncharted islands in the world, and usually seeing one in a storm would be a long shot. However, this island seemed quite large, one you would notice from a long ways off.
Isak had pulled himself from the shore up to the beginning of the jungle, soaking wet and falling into unconsciousness after floating toward the shore for hours. He knew it would be safer to let the trees and plants shelter him for the night, and when he awoke his skin wouldn't be cherry red.
Mentally returning to the present moment, Isak noticed a woman in a dress making her way up the beach. She had called out asking if someone was there, and he figured he had made quite a bit of sound rousing himself from sleep. Isak pushed some fronds aside and walked out onto the sand, noticing his shoes felt far too tight, and were still sopping wet. "Hello," he said, "Are you all right? If you're hurt, you shouldn't try to walk. Oh, and I'm Isak. I'd say nice to meet you, but under the circumstances it seems out of place."
Name: Isak Rokkvison
Age: 22
Gender: M
Fears: Being lost, being in situations out of his control, confined spaces, unusual insects
Position: Navigator
Personality: Isak was born to be a navigator. Everything about him yearned for adventure. He is a bit absent-minded at times and isn't very sensitive to others' feelings or emotions, preferring to focus on the concrete details of a situation. He takes his work serious but handles stress well and doesn't get overworked easily. In his time off, he likes to be lazy, sit on the deck and watch the sky or the waves and daydream. Isak is attuned to colder climates, as he was an immigrant from Iceland. Isak keeps his distance from new people, but once he warms up to them, loves to converse for hours on end about just about any topic.
Pic/Description:
Other: Isak has an excellent memory and a great sense of direction.
Age: 22
Gender: M
Fears: Being lost, being in situations out of his control, confined spaces, unusual insects
Position: Navigator
Personality: Isak was born to be a navigator. Everything about him yearned for adventure. He is a bit absent-minded at times and isn't very sensitive to others' feelings or emotions, preferring to focus on the concrete details of a situation. He takes his work serious but handles stress well and doesn't get overworked easily. In his time off, he likes to be lazy, sit on the deck and watch the sky or the waves and daydream. Isak is attuned to colder climates, as he was an immigrant from Iceland. Isak keeps his distance from new people, but once he warms up to them, loves to converse for hours on end about just about any topic.
Pic/Description:
Other: Isak has an excellent memory and a great sense of direction.
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