NytefallIt's only explicitly banned in T1 Eden during the introduction posts, but in my opinion charging without any direct knowledge of an opponent's whereabouts seems unrealistic, unless one can maintain a charged state for long periods of time (which also seems unfair.)
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Jok continued to survey the open field for a short while, and provided nothing had entered his surveillance region in the next five minutes he would probably move another twenty feet or so through the forest’s edge and continue to survey the battlefield, watching his back carefully as he did so. This process would take around thirty minutes to complete, so if nothing happened for that time thirty minutes would pass with Jok on the north western side of his forested area.
Technically it's considered bad form to charge in T1 before making contact, usually because it implies a certain degree of meta-gaming.
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Fury watched with a certain amount of mean amusement as Kanitah was launched bodily away from his exploding projectile, which had left a nasty groove in the earth in its wake. The stocky warrior had been thrown clear, partially by his own quick thinking, and bounced off a tree about forty feet in front of Fury. Once again, although Fury was settling old scores his opponent had yet to enrage him enough to barrel after him, which was probably working in Kanitah’s favour at that point. Fury instead decided to walk over to Kanitah, shaking his arms for different reasons as they felt a little uncomfortable.
“Had enough, ready to roll over and die?” He asked Kanitah as he walked over, letting out a low chuckle with little humour in it. “You should never have got in my way Old Man, you had your chance to escape this fate a long time ago.” Fury spat, rolling his arms and cracking his neck in expectation. He couldn’t quite grab at any energy at that point, having failed to steal any from his opponent his reserves were being used to strengthen his body and project his ever-present shielding, so his ability to fight at range was somewhat hampered. Fury hated extended fights for that reason, especially in areas devoid of most life like this rocky battlefield. If he could get to the tree then he may be able to manifest something that would blow Kanitah to pieces.
Fury’s walk would carry him to Kanitah soon, but his foe would have plenty of time to stand and decide how he would meet Fury’s calm advance.
“Had enough, ready to roll over and die?” He asked Kanitah as he walked over, letting out a low chuckle with little humour in it. “You should never have got in my way Old Man, you had your chance to escape this fate a long time ago.” Fury spat, rolling his arms and cracking his neck in expectation. He couldn’t quite grab at any energy at that point, having failed to steal any from his opponent his reserves were being used to strengthen his body and project his ever-present shielding, so his ability to fight at range was somewhat hampered. Fury hated extended fights for that reason, especially in areas devoid of most life like this rocky battlefield. If he could get to the tree then he may be able to manifest something that would blow Kanitah to pieces.
Fury’s walk would carry him to Kanitah soon, but his foe would have plenty of time to stand and decide how he would meet Fury’s calm advance.
Can't help but find the bumbling young professor hilarious, one of my lecturers is so much like him.
Jobe Robson, son of Rob, walked the cobbled road with an air of one completely oblivious to his surroundings. Fortunately, such a terrible habit on the roads had yet to cost him, as bandits were rarely seen on the King’s road and those that were about had obviously deemed him unworthy of their time. He looked every inch the peasant he was, with the fair hair and tanned skin of a western farmer, with a noticeably bulky build, and a bag over one shoulder and a lumber-axe resting on the other. Inside his mind bubbled with excitement at his chance to go on an adventure and escape his boring existence, but it was mingled with an ever-growing thorn of fear. Like any thorn it caused discomfort when he moved too fast, so he forced himself to slow down, until he was hardly moving at all.
His incredibly slow steps were drawing some ire from a carriage driver behind him, but he ignored the man’s yells as he plodded up a slight incline. As he drew close to the top an immense sight greeted his weary and travel-stained body, causing his mouth to drop open in amazement.
Highmont, and within the great castle of Dragonstead, the scale of which he could never have even imagined coming from his small farming town west of the Truesh peaks. The carriage driver had skirted around him now, taking the time to throw something that missed him by some distance, and trundled down the hill towards the city. Jobe ignored him again, because honestly he couldn’t understand a word he was saying.
The Guard stood before the castle gates looked up at Jobe in irritation, obviously weighing up his own stature against that of the farm-boy. The Guard had found himself lacking, and was clearly compensating for it, though Jobe just assumed being rude was the norm around those parts.
“Look, shove off peasant be’fore I cut you.” The Guard warned finally, resorting to petty threats to dissuade Jobe, who had requested entrance under the Sounding. Eventually a particularly tired and bored looking individual interjected with a wave of his hand, gesturing Jobe through. He looked at the man, deciding he looked exactly what he expected a mage should look like which was immensely re-assuring for the farm-hand, and then he walked on in.
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There were perhaps six assorted individuals in the dining room when Jobe arrived, his axe taken from him at the entrance with promise of return. He looked around nervously, his past position making him incredibly uncomfortable in the presence of anything but locals. Everything to do with this quest was starting to feel like a very bad idea to him right there, with no guidance and only his own scant wits to lead himself. After a nervous moment chewing bread in the corner of the room he took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for battle, and walked over to the larger group.
Introductions were flying around left right and centre, and until everyone arrived he doubted it would be all that useful for everyone to say their names. Still, it would have been impolite not to throw his into the mix, at least he thought so.
“Name’s Jobe.” He mumbled a little as a result of his trying for nonchalance and cool confidence, then repeated himself to ensure everyone had heard him, coughing awkwardly. No one was paying much attention, then again, with his thick country accent it was altogether possible they also couldn’t understand him.
He took a seat with a space in between himself and a larger woman and began eating earnestly, like a peasant, because he had built up quite an appetite on the road.
That was awkward, he thought to himself.
His incredibly slow steps were drawing some ire from a carriage driver behind him, but he ignored the man’s yells as he plodded up a slight incline. As he drew close to the top an immense sight greeted his weary and travel-stained body, causing his mouth to drop open in amazement.
Highmont, and within the great castle of Dragonstead, the scale of which he could never have even imagined coming from his small farming town west of the Truesh peaks. The carriage driver had skirted around him now, taking the time to throw something that missed him by some distance, and trundled down the hill towards the city. Jobe ignored him again, because honestly he couldn’t understand a word he was saying.
The Guard stood before the castle gates looked up at Jobe in irritation, obviously weighing up his own stature against that of the farm-boy. The Guard had found himself lacking, and was clearly compensating for it, though Jobe just assumed being rude was the norm around those parts.
“Look, shove off peasant be’fore I cut you.” The Guard warned finally, resorting to petty threats to dissuade Jobe, who had requested entrance under the Sounding. Eventually a particularly tired and bored looking individual interjected with a wave of his hand, gesturing Jobe through. He looked at the man, deciding he looked exactly what he expected a mage should look like which was immensely re-assuring for the farm-hand, and then he walked on in.
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There were perhaps six assorted individuals in the dining room when Jobe arrived, his axe taken from him at the entrance with promise of return. He looked around nervously, his past position making him incredibly uncomfortable in the presence of anything but locals. Everything to do with this quest was starting to feel like a very bad idea to him right there, with no guidance and only his own scant wits to lead himself. After a nervous moment chewing bread in the corner of the room he took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for battle, and walked over to the larger group.
Introductions were flying around left right and centre, and until everyone arrived he doubted it would be all that useful for everyone to say their names. Still, it would have been impolite not to throw his into the mix, at least he thought so.
“Name’s Jobe.” He mumbled a little as a result of his trying for nonchalance and cool confidence, then repeated himself to ensure everyone had heard him, coughing awkwardly. No one was paying much attention, then again, with his thick country accent it was altogether possible they also couldn’t understand him.
He took a seat with a space in between himself and a larger woman and began eating earnestly, like a peasant, because he had built up quite an appetite on the road.
That was awkward, he thought to himself.
I think to make things interesting I am going to hint that Skallagrim is watching some of the fights my characters are in, maybe seen with a certain other ethereal entity making wagers that can only be guessed at. If you don't mind Rilla.
Perhaps the legenday house that is part of your mythos and the eternal dreamers maybe hinted at once again. Imaginist and Creationist with the Dreamers. I know it would give Fury a reason to fight people.
Indeed it would.
To be honest I don't think there really is much to be added about Jobe, his inexperience and lack of interesting adventure is a fundamental part of his character. Might as well call the CS finished unless anything necessary is missing.
Though I can tell you with some certainty that the major mistakes are
1. Character restrictions which don't apply to a select few, causing power inbalance
2. Completely free-form RP, essentially the equivalent of throwing toddlers with arm bands into the pacific ocean and expecting them to build a house.
3. Too large a playing field, makes character interactions too difficult.
4. Too broad, too many factions, not enough people to fill it, it's basically Oblivion at this point.
My advice in future, for what it's worth.
Amazing setting, use it to plan something smaller, a specific event perhaps or even some sort of turf-confrontation in a single city, don't throw two entire worlds together and expect natural character interaction.
Don't use OP characters as your PC.
Just my two cents, disregard at will, it's only based off watching about a hundred RP's just like this one die.
1. Character restrictions which don't apply to a select few, causing power inbalance
2. Completely free-form RP, essentially the equivalent of throwing toddlers with arm bands into the pacific ocean and expecting them to build a house.
3. Too large a playing field, makes character interactions too difficult.
4. Too broad, too many factions, not enough people to fill it, it's basically Oblivion at this point.
My advice in future, for what it's worth.
Amazing setting, use it to plan something smaller, a specific event perhaps or even some sort of turf-confrontation in a single city, don't throw two entire worlds together and expect natural character interaction.
Don't use OP characters as your PC.
Just my two cents, disregard at will, it's only based off watching about a hundred RP's just like this one die.
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