Daily, unless it is some automated thing that goes based on simple posting/viewing activity, would be too much work, wethinks.
On a slightly less frequent frequency could work, though. Either as part of the newsletter, or as something independent. In fact, having people working solely on that aspect might make the newsletter even better, wethinks. per today (based on view of the first guildrisen newsletter), that section seemed a little skimpy.
Top 10 notable RP's of the year would seriously favor the few RPs that manage to survive that long. Maybe have it instead be one of these two?
Monthly 10 great RPs
Bimonthly hall of fame
Having such a system to spread info about the greater RPs might also help more RPs reach longer lifetimes. It could also filter a little on the various interests. should not focus solely on one or two types of RPs.
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Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, My Chains are Broken. The Force Shall Free Me.
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34) GMs should not keep too many things secret from their players. Some secrets are good, but too many, and the players cannot move the plot much without direct GM assistance.
34.214) Most GM secrets should be from the player characters, not from the players themselves.
34.214) Most GM secrets should be from the player characters, not from the players themselves.
Not many that persevered through the guildfall and the Guildrise alike... Got one in our sig too...
This one:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83/posts/ooc
This one:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83/posts/ooc
Sorry to pester ya, Mahz. (in theory at least)
Is there a chance this minor issue will be fixed?
Is there a chance this minor issue will be fixed?
We would suggest one minor thing first... drop the "Icarus" name... that's Milky way mythology. Doesn't make any sense in Star Wars. Considering the vastness of the Star Wars universe, it should not be hard to find a name that is from the lore of that universe.
As for what happens? Perhaps a plethora of small things adding up?
Former battle-damage to hull and some secondary systems
Some slimy Hutt supplied some essential part of the engines/hyperdrive, and skimped out on something, which then breaks down.
Someone or something unknown/unidentified betrays the crew, sabotaging another system or triggering automated self-destruct.
In the rush to get back, they made a mistake on route calculation, passing too close to a gravity well. When added with above reasons, that overloads something.
As for what happens? Perhaps a plethora of small things adding up?
Former battle-damage to hull and some secondary systems
Some slimy Hutt supplied some essential part of the engines/hyperdrive, and skimped out on something, which then breaks down.
Someone or something unknown/unidentified betrays the crew, sabotaging another system or triggering automated self-destruct.
In the rush to get back, they made a mistake on route calculation, passing too close to a gravity well. When added with above reasons, that overloads something.
Excellent. We are always open for more Jedi.
Rust can easily be polished away.
Rust can easily be polished away.
certain people come with long posts the way bees come with honey.
Finally back on the net. We'll be around more now.
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One new character has been approved. We're still looking for more Jedi.
When Astridh got notice of the sensor blip, she did not really see why it mattered. A single blip means nothing in the long run. It could be that someone was tracking them, which might be unwanted, or it could be something else entirely, like a sensor bug or someone simply being in the area by accident. Eydis knew for a fact that they’d done very little that could attract attention from anything in the area. Still, the midshipman might find an answer useful. ‘Not issue. Single blip can be anything. Notify if you see a clear and suspicious pattern. Signed, Lieutenant Astridh Nic Shitric.’. She made sure not to reveal anything to the one seated opposite her on the table. Non-military personnel had no need to know anything about military events.
When Ms. Shitric’s device went off, Joseph’s eyebrow went up in question. His body shifted back a little back into the seat, his face relaxed into something less than pleased. He knew every time a device, those ipods, tablets, or other such high tech toy went off then it was likely important. Or at least gave someone a chance to escape his focus and that was what he expected of his current patient. He wouldn’t blame her after all. While she would view Joseph’s questions as nothing more than annoyance, he genuinely cared about the well being of each and every single of those under his care. It was, after all, what made him good at his job. Most people couldn’t say that everyday. With a still body and rather sour look, Joseph waited until the woman had finished typing upon her modern device. His ears perked for that key phrase which would allow her freedom from his probing questions.
Once she had finished, Joseph commented, “I take it now you’ve got some duties to attend to then, Ms. Shitric?”
“I do not. It was a non-issue. Irrelevant.” She would not say anything more, as the doctor was not part of the bridge crew, and should not be privy to anything solely relevant to bridge crew. “What were we talking about again? I forget.”
Joseph had to fight the urge to chuckle at his current patient’s words. It seemed innocent enough but usually most patients took any chance to rush away, she didn’t. “Usually that’s the sort of problems cause the worse stress with patients in my field of work, Ms. Shitric. Most cast aside a repeating headache or minor, unexplained bruising as something harmless. Sometimes that’s not the case. It’s my job on board to determine and ensure my patient’s health, even if they don’t like my stubborness. Even if they believe I’m being over-cautious about something petty. I rather be sure it’s that than risk something worse.”
His hand gripped his coffee and took a sip, the still warm liquid tingled on its way down his throat. “Besides, even if was an irrelevant thing then I’m surprised you didn’t use as an escape for this conversation.”
Astridh nodded. “I could have, but that would have been a lie.” She took a bite of her food and swallowed before continuing. “Dealing with injuries is quite different from military tactics. A minor bother is most often an indication of a bigger issue with first aid. In military tactics, it has equal chances of being both that and nothing of consequence, and there’s no way to find out which it is without access to more information. You should know that well. How easily could you judge whether or not a patient is suffering from a mild concussion from twenty meters away?”
“Either way, one wrong choice can have some serious results.” Joseph’s pointed out flatly. “Not everyone would think it’s the later or consider it. That’s a human fact sadly and one we all have to accept, my concern is to lower that risk. Don’t mistake my comments as telling you how to do your job, Ms. Shitric, it’s not my intentions. I don’t like someone telling me how to do an operation. You have your job as do I, the only difference between you and me is I have a lawyer stopping me. Now, where was I again?”
“You were trying to ferret out personal information I am not required to share.” Astridh offered in a semi-helpful manner. She had no intention of sharing it. She did not, after all, want there to be any risk of Eydis being discovered. It was far too soon.
Joseph was unfazed by this woman’s bluntness, the manner returned it seemed. “And if the shoe was on the other foot, wouldn’t you want to do your job correctly? Even on the off chance the information you receive isn’t enriched with anything helpful at the moment?”
“Perhaps. But I do not expect anything beyond what I get. You’ll have to talk with my family lawyer to get the information you want. Anyways, I’ve got to do some other things to take care of now. We’ll talk more later.” When Joseph nodded while sipping his coffee, Astridh stood up and walked off, her thoughts churning about how she might get started on her real mission.
When Ms. Shitric’s device went off, Joseph’s eyebrow went up in question. His body shifted back a little back into the seat, his face relaxed into something less than pleased. He knew every time a device, those ipods, tablets, or other such high tech toy went off then it was likely important. Or at least gave someone a chance to escape his focus and that was what he expected of his current patient. He wouldn’t blame her after all. While she would view Joseph’s questions as nothing more than annoyance, he genuinely cared about the well being of each and every single of those under his care. It was, after all, what made him good at his job. Most people couldn’t say that everyday. With a still body and rather sour look, Joseph waited until the woman had finished typing upon her modern device. His ears perked for that key phrase which would allow her freedom from his probing questions.
Once she had finished, Joseph commented, “I take it now you’ve got some duties to attend to then, Ms. Shitric?”
“I do not. It was a non-issue. Irrelevant.” She would not say anything more, as the doctor was not part of the bridge crew, and should not be privy to anything solely relevant to bridge crew. “What were we talking about again? I forget.”
Joseph had to fight the urge to chuckle at his current patient’s words. It seemed innocent enough but usually most patients took any chance to rush away, she didn’t. “Usually that’s the sort of problems cause the worse stress with patients in my field of work, Ms. Shitric. Most cast aside a repeating headache or minor, unexplained bruising as something harmless. Sometimes that’s not the case. It’s my job on board to determine and ensure my patient’s health, even if they don’t like my stubborness. Even if they believe I’m being over-cautious about something petty. I rather be sure it’s that than risk something worse.”
His hand gripped his coffee and took a sip, the still warm liquid tingled on its way down his throat. “Besides, even if was an irrelevant thing then I’m surprised you didn’t use as an escape for this conversation.”
Astridh nodded. “I could have, but that would have been a lie.” She took a bite of her food and swallowed before continuing. “Dealing with injuries is quite different from military tactics. A minor bother is most often an indication of a bigger issue with first aid. In military tactics, it has equal chances of being both that and nothing of consequence, and there’s no way to find out which it is without access to more information. You should know that well. How easily could you judge whether or not a patient is suffering from a mild concussion from twenty meters away?”
“Either way, one wrong choice can have some serious results.” Joseph’s pointed out flatly. “Not everyone would think it’s the later or consider it. That’s a human fact sadly and one we all have to accept, my concern is to lower that risk. Don’t mistake my comments as telling you how to do your job, Ms. Shitric, it’s not my intentions. I don’t like someone telling me how to do an operation. You have your job as do I, the only difference between you and me is I have a lawyer stopping me. Now, where was I again?”
“You were trying to ferret out personal information I am not required to share.” Astridh offered in a semi-helpful manner. She had no intention of sharing it. She did not, after all, want there to be any risk of Eydis being discovered. It was far too soon.
Joseph was unfazed by this woman’s bluntness, the manner returned it seemed. “And if the shoe was on the other foot, wouldn’t you want to do your job correctly? Even on the off chance the information you receive isn’t enriched with anything helpful at the moment?”
“Perhaps. But I do not expect anything beyond what I get. You’ll have to talk with my family lawyer to get the information you want. Anyways, I’ve got to do some other things to take care of now. We’ll talk more later.” When Joseph nodded while sipping his coffee, Astridh stood up and walked off, her thoughts churning about how she might get started on her real mission.
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