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Out of courtesy for your not-totally-meme-aware brethren, could you write a quick summary for the recognised memes (ala KYM)? It would help them stay in the collective memory too.
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I listened to this, and now my eye won't stop twitching.
YOUR EYES START TWITCHING AND THEY DON'T STOP TWITCHING
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Imagine you operate a market stall in an open world RPG. What do you sell? How does it help the player?
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10 yrs ago
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I'm the helpful merchant whose shop is in a very populated and easily accessible area. My goods are shit but I have infinite money so you can get rid of your over-encumbrance and sell me all fifty of your leather gloves and short daggers.
Alternatively, I'm a completely unimportant merchant who happens to sell a unique item, so all the perfectionist gamers need to go back and scour through the entire game again to find me and buy that item.
Alternatively, I'm a completely unimportant merchant who happens to sell a unique item, so all the perfectionist gamers need to go back and scour through the entire game again to find me and buy that item.
my unpopular opinion is that Roleplayerguild attracts a lot of people who like to throw themselves pity parties and pretend that people here actually care for them or their problems
Shit, what if they actually do? What if not everyone on the Internet is your typical cynical-as-fuck 4chan anon? What if some (cough @Cynder cough) genuinely enjoy making people feel better/have fun?
This is my opinion: people need to stop thinking that the Internet is like a high school where everyone only pretends to like you and laughs about you when you turn your back.
There! I'm actually quite relieved I managed to put something together, haha. Something that probably doesn't suck, too!
As you can see, Luciano is perhaps not the best of heroes. :P He has no problem going as far as it takes to accomplish whatever he's set out to do: whether that requires him to appear kind and understanding (like with the Assassins' persuasion) or be a merciless murderer, he will do it without any question. I would call it a character flaw, but...in some cases, it can be pretty effective!
The other thing, which is definitely a flaw, is that he's not really used to others lying to him. He'll staunchly believe that what that thief said to him is all correct and, being the ‘leader’, might end up dragging the rest of the squad into it too, potentially leading everyone to a trap. Or not and it's actually Elena who had it wrong! That'll be up to us to decide. :D
Feel free to move forward with the plot as you like, setting up either tonight's or tomorrow night's action, depending on how the team decides. But first thing's first, enjoy!
As you can see, Luciano is perhaps not the best of heroes. :P He has no problem going as far as it takes to accomplish whatever he's set out to do: whether that requires him to appear kind and understanding (like with the Assassins' persuasion) or be a merciless murderer, he will do it without any question. I would call it a character flaw, but...in some cases, it can be pretty effective!
The other thing, which is definitely a flaw, is that he's not really used to others lying to him. He'll staunchly believe that what that thief said to him is all correct and, being the ‘leader’, might end up dragging the rest of the squad into it too, potentially leading everyone to a trap. Or not and it's actually Elena who had it wrong! That'll be up to us to decide. :D
Feel free to move forward with the plot as you like, setting up either tonight's or tomorrow night's action, depending on how the team decides. But first thing's first, enjoy!
Luciano and Emerico stayed together initially, slowly meandering through the busy marketplace and onto the adjacent road which gave place to the merchants who came too late or could not afford space on the main square. There were visibly less people here, which meant a smaller, more easily discernible flurry of noise. The two Templars scoured the area and listened intently, but for now they heard nothing but the general rambling and haggling between the potential buyers and the merchants who were hell-bent on selling.
“Are you sure we will find something of value here?” Emerico spoke up after several minutes, trying to repress his irritation towards what he started seeing as a waste of time.
“No, I'm not. But the possibilità alone makes it worth our while. Remember, we're after someone who hides better than any Assassino. Any little bit of information would be a great victory already.”
“Well, excuse me il Mentore, but I do not see much happening over here. I would rather head back into the crowd.”
“Do as you will, Emerico. Try to find Elena and Alessandro too, while you're there. Maybe they had more success than us.”
The apprentice nodded and turned around, leaving Luciano on his own.
The Templar reclined on the wall of a nearby building, arms folded and ears sharp. Truth be told, he himself did not have much faith of catching anything here. Yet, he still preferred this ‘quiet disorder’ to the pure madness that was going down the main square, something that—he hoped—had nothing to do with his age, for he was still well in his prime. It was, as said before, a simple preference: hearing the distinct shouts of every merchant along the road as they advertised their wares, and watching as the variety of people from almost the entirety of Italy walked past him. The richer had hirelings carrying wooden crates full of goods, while the rest were careful to only buy as much as they could bring home.
Suddenly, a harsh shriek ended the silent observation. Luciano instinctively turned his head towards the source, and so did everyone else who heard it.
“Al ladro! Someone stop him!”
A moment later he saw the culprit whiz past him with great speed. He did not care about who they were or who called for help, but instead sprung up immediately and bolted after the thief. Much to his frustration, his initial dash was not enough to reach the surprisingly nimble man who ended up taking the Templar on a merry chase. Persistence prevailed in the end however as the thief finally made a mistake and ran full speed into the side of an unsuspecting passer-by. Luciano took the opportunity and tackled his target, forcing him to the ground and reaching for his blade to make sure he stayed there.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now,” he uttered, wheezing and exhausted—but still very aware of what he had to gain from the encounter.
“Ah, cazzo... Take the pouch. It's all I stole.” The thief, who kept one hand in front of his neck to make sure the swordsman had no...unwise ideas, reached with the other to his pocket and tossed out the small bag of florins. “Like that pezzi di merda mercante would miss it anyways... He bathes in riches while my brothers and I are barely scraping by...” he hissed angrily at the injustice of life.
“I'm sure this merchant would pay handsomely for the head of a filthy ladro...” Luciano inched the blade closer.
“What?!” Pure shock sat out on the face of the hapless man who tried desperately to wiggle out of the Templar's grasp. “Monster! Does the life of a man not matter to you at all? I've only filched a few florini, not murdered the Magnifico himself!”
“Shh, shh, before I end this discussion right now...” Luciano looked around for a moment to make sure this tussle did not particularly catch anyone's attention. Else the stakes might have turned on him. “Are you part of the Thieves Guild here?”
“Sì, sì. Like all the others. What do you want from me?”
“What do you know about your leader?”
“Ah...” The thief realised the real reason for this sudden ‘interrogation’. “He is as much of a legend to me as he is to you. If you expected me to lead you to him, then I'm afraid I'm not the right thief, buon signore.”
“That's a real shame.” Luciano lifted the sword for a moment before bringing its razor-sharp edge dangerously close to the man's head once more. “It looks like I'll have to take the consolation prize after all...”
“No! Stop!” he squealed. “Okay, listen here, you porco demonio... I know nothing of La Volpe. What I do know is that a few of us are meeting tonight at the church where—”
“Which church?”
“The Basilica di San Lorenzo. La Volpe's...right hand man will be there. He'll know how to get to him.”
“Excellent. See? This wasn't so hard.” Luciano put his blade away for good and stood up. “Now leave...and not a word to anyone of anything that's happened here! Else we'll go for a second round...”
“Sì.” The thief dusted himself off and walked away. The Templar heard one last word muttered from his mouth: “Bastardo...”
Satisfied with the result, Luciano de Vicari headed back to the marketplace. The mob has barely diminished since he left, it took him a couple minutes of search before he finally stumbled upon his allies. As per his words, Emerico was already with Elena, blending into the crowd and talking.
“Il mentore. Find anything useful?” The apprentice greeted him.
“I have indeed. A group of thieves will meet at the Basilica di San Lorenzo tonight. We might make a visit too.” He turned to Elena. “What about you? Did you catch anyone else mentioning this meeting?”
“Are you sure we will find something of value here?” Emerico spoke up after several minutes, trying to repress his irritation towards what he started seeing as a waste of time.
“No, I'm not. But the possibilità alone makes it worth our while. Remember, we're after someone who hides better than any Assassino. Any little bit of information would be a great victory already.”
“Well, excuse me il Mentore, but I do not see much happening over here. I would rather head back into the crowd.”
“Do as you will, Emerico. Try to find Elena and Alessandro too, while you're there. Maybe they had more success than us.”
The apprentice nodded and turned around, leaving Luciano on his own.
The Templar reclined on the wall of a nearby building, arms folded and ears sharp. Truth be told, he himself did not have much faith of catching anything here. Yet, he still preferred this ‘quiet disorder’ to the pure madness that was going down the main square, something that—he hoped—had nothing to do with his age, for he was still well in his prime. It was, as said before, a simple preference: hearing the distinct shouts of every merchant along the road as they advertised their wares, and watching as the variety of people from almost the entirety of Italy walked past him. The richer had hirelings carrying wooden crates full of goods, while the rest were careful to only buy as much as they could bring home.
Suddenly, a harsh shriek ended the silent observation. Luciano instinctively turned his head towards the source, and so did everyone else who heard it.
“Al ladro! Someone stop him!”
A moment later he saw the culprit whiz past him with great speed. He did not care about who they were or who called for help, but instead sprung up immediately and bolted after the thief. Much to his frustration, his initial dash was not enough to reach the surprisingly nimble man who ended up taking the Templar on a merry chase. Persistence prevailed in the end however as the thief finally made a mistake and ran full speed into the side of an unsuspecting passer-by. Luciano took the opportunity and tackled his target, forcing him to the ground and reaching for his blade to make sure he stayed there.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now,” he uttered, wheezing and exhausted—but still very aware of what he had to gain from the encounter.
“Ah, cazzo... Take the pouch. It's all I stole.” The thief, who kept one hand in front of his neck to make sure the swordsman had no...unwise ideas, reached with the other to his pocket and tossed out the small bag of florins. “Like that pezzi di merda mercante would miss it anyways... He bathes in riches while my brothers and I are barely scraping by...” he hissed angrily at the injustice of life.
“I'm sure this merchant would pay handsomely for the head of a filthy ladro...” Luciano inched the blade closer.
“What?!” Pure shock sat out on the face of the hapless man who tried desperately to wiggle out of the Templar's grasp. “Monster! Does the life of a man not matter to you at all? I've only filched a few florini, not murdered the Magnifico himself!”
“Shh, shh, before I end this discussion right now...” Luciano looked around for a moment to make sure this tussle did not particularly catch anyone's attention. Else the stakes might have turned on him. “Are you part of the Thieves Guild here?”
“Sì, sì. Like all the others. What do you want from me?”
“What do you know about your leader?”
“Ah...” The thief realised the real reason for this sudden ‘interrogation’. “He is as much of a legend to me as he is to you. If you expected me to lead you to him, then I'm afraid I'm not the right thief, buon signore.”
“That's a real shame.” Luciano lifted the sword for a moment before bringing its razor-sharp edge dangerously close to the man's head once more. “It looks like I'll have to take the consolation prize after all...”
“No! Stop!” he squealed. “Okay, listen here, you porco demonio... I know nothing of La Volpe. What I do know is that a few of us are meeting tonight at the church where—”
“Which church?”
“The Basilica di San Lorenzo. La Volpe's...right hand man will be there. He'll know how to get to him.”
“Excellent. See? This wasn't so hard.” Luciano put his blade away for good and stood up. “Now leave...and not a word to anyone of anything that's happened here! Else we'll go for a second round...”
“Sì.” The thief dusted himself off and walked away. The Templar heard one last word muttered from his mouth: “Bastardo...”
Satisfied with the result, Luciano de Vicari headed back to the marketplace. The mob has barely diminished since he left, it took him a couple minutes of search before he finally stumbled upon his allies. As per his words, Emerico was already with Elena, blending into the crowd and talking.
“Il mentore. Find anything useful?” The apprentice greeted him.
“I have indeed. A group of thieves will meet at the Basilica di San Lorenzo tonight. We might make a visit too.” He turned to Elena. “What about you? Did you catch anyone else mentioning this meeting?”
@Lady Amalthea Considering most of the other potential options, I'd say I got lucky. Bonus points for assured privacy (doors shut and all :P)!
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