The Harbinger of Ferocity

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I will wait about for the time being to give others a few chances to post unless anyone has any objections, as we're nearly to the next event by a few hours of rest within the plot.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

oh man, i'm attached to most of my characters. <3 they're my babies.

@Carantathraiel

I am most attached to my characters as well, a few much more than others, but those few have a lot of time and emotion bound into what makes them "them".

Actually reading people's posts.

I have not readily encountered this issue here on the Guild, per say - all of those I have had involvement with here paid due attention for the most part to everyone - but I am well aware it exists. It more or less damages the flow of any coherent and cohesive narrative of a roleplay, which is fairly crippling by itself; huge gaps of important information just get lost or dropped. A majority of it seems to stem from pure laziness more than ego from what I have witnessed in the past, the sort of mentality along the lines of "Oh, your post is too long and detailed. Let me skim for the parts I think I want to care about."

But... I have also heard, as well as seen in topics of which I was not involved, places where personal ego eclipsed both characters and story. There's at times a line between heavily lore laden posts where a person works on character development and their finer niches of personality and where someone flat out treats another participant, not even the character, as if they fail to matter at all and or are outright inferior.

I admit I play favorites, but I will still read the posts of people and characters I might not like or feel connected to. They do not deserve exclusion on those grounds, and to my fortune I have yet to have that sort of reaction to anyone on the Guild.

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@boomlover since the fated made mention in the post that Izzy had made her way outside, I'll make a small post if no one minds, to clearly and officially interact with the three at the blacksmith. Unless any of you wish to post, as mentioned, she should be outside the apothecary and within view.

@IcePezz

Feel free - I am mostly waiting upon @The Fated Fallen so that there's credible reason as to why The Red knows where everyone will be.

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Mountains, hmm? A chance to make The Red useful and not just an indifferent antagonist-among-actual-heroes. @IcePezz

That said, I figured we would "wait" until given direction, so I look forward to seeing the responses just prior to that.

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Now we simply need a time and gathering place and we can go about our objective I imagine, unless anyone in particular wants to continue with certain things? I am always open to more character building.

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The gleaming green eyes of the man known more for what he was, than who he was, looked back to the human woman with an attentiveness that would rub raw the nerves; it was not friendly - it was the sort that knew when it was being watched - but it wasn't on edge, at least as clearly as it was earlier. Whatever the reason, Isabeau herself was uncertain, but erred on the ideal of his own self entitlement; the truth was another altogether, in that this man, or truly this beast posing as one, had no love for any of them here. It was not out of mercy or conviction to save this town, but something much more broad and far, far more indifferent. In the scope of things, one could claim it was nothing short of a dispute over territory that brought "The Red" to Waeldeshore and by technicality not be incorrect, yet such an oversimplification was just that - too simplified. There was more involved... far more to this than any one of them alone, be them the heroes or the scourge themselves.

With a sense of acceptance, "The Red" made no attempt to prevent the woman's departure, but it was unclear if his decision for doing so was out of actual acceptance of her offer or the fact that he had unsettled business with the gnome left rather than her. Either way, his eyes left as she did, back upon the gnome as he remained idly standing.

The two, of quite differing ideals no less, looked to one another for a few uncomfortable, tense moments before Tirrarian eked out a rambling reply. The words "The Red" issued were as dangerous as the man himself, carrying a sense of weight in them that made them difficult to ignore, let alone readily give a "good" answer to. Ideologically the two factions were not opposed; no one was in disagreement about the need to thwart demons, let alone any other faces of evil that would likely arise, but one truly had both the mortal, civilized world meeting head on a speaker of the savage domain - neither agreeing about how to do so, or even readily comprehending the other's perspective.

"I... Um, well I'm sure we'll help you. But we can't really do anything this very instant. Maybe tomorrow morning, if you could find some lodgings somewhere I'll stay here with Kayleth and help the wounded. If we meet tomorrow? Or whatever works for you. I'm sure you'll find any one of us if you need us."

"The Red" proved to issue a firm, albeit subtle nod which proved his agreement.

"Where is it your 'people' meet?" He issued one of his more parting remarks whilst his powerful palm rested upon the worn leather of the scimitar beneath his primal, feline trimmed garb. The almost pad-like palms of the forefinger and thumb toyed with the bronze pommel, of which bore an engraving of a lioness in its weaponized curve; the worn but keen blade itself met along its fuller with a bronze inlay with a similar image.

"I will accept that you, and your others, require rest." His head turned slightly toward Tirrarian, looking lightly over his fur draped shoulder, "But where is it they congregate?"

From one demeanor to another his apprehensiveness and presence of deadly, animal vigor had settled; he was as calm as he was before, albeit just his aura had changed. The radiance of essentia - the spirit matter that fueled his power both mundane and magical - born of Incarnum was what could be felt... that unusual knowing and sensation of his demeanor. In a distant way it even correlated to emotion, just as his drift correlated to the beasts he revered.

@IcePezz@Dragoknighte@The Fated Fallen

Animal Based Role-play

Aside from answering those basic questions, you might want to include lore - as in, how this situation arose. A roleplay of this type with normally non-sapient characters needs a general explanation because it raises many, many questions. Are the animals truly magical in some aspect or are they only capable of higher thought and speech? Were they uplifted by humans in the future to be more intelligent, probably for some specific role? Is this an alternate timeline wherein animals gained sentience and not just humans? Are there both "normal" non-sentient animals and sentient ones?

The other issue is where you are in time and its limits; is it the far flung past with primitive humans? Is it the conventional past, such as a "recorded" part of human history? Modern era? Or again the future, perhaps even a far flung or post apocalyptic future?

I always liked the idea of animal roleplays, given my love for the wild world, so I look forward to seeing what you have in mind.

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Easy way to play someone else's character; Make them drink loads, and then if they say you weren't playing the character right just say they were drunk!

@The Fated Fallen

That, or read their posts on a few key topics, mimic their speech and cadence to the post and give a pseduo-replica of that character. Of course it will be mildly different in style, but most characters are defined enough to recognize certain patterns of personality.

Or intoxicate them... that works too.

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Kayleth's going to be operating for awhile. You don't have to wait up on me.

@Dragoknighte

Given that, I just need @The Fated Fallen to issue her reply then.