Too Intense a roleplayer!!??

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May 28 - Memorial Day

[Druhsus]

I wish I was more intense in RP

Goes back into his no good RPing

Dru

[Adoveea Rau]

Intense roleplay doesn't have to be super dark dramatic out the window.

One of the most intense emotional swinging roleplays I ever had was with Mercy.
It has a basis in the fact Dove couldn't read or write. After an incident with Ginger being captured and Dove couldn't read the ransom note sent, she figured she had to learn, somehow.

Picture the highly proud high caste woman who coldly tells everyone "I just hire scribes to read and write for me", waiting till a village is quiet, then going to the scribes library. Picture her going through shelf after shelf of scrolls, pulling them out, looking at them then flinging them to the ground.  (Yep I carpeted the library with wadded up paper-rah rah beware sl builders, we do things like this)

In comes the scribe Mercy, shocked at the piles. (he was great). A cold exchange of snapped words about how worthless his library is because it had  no books with pictures and Dove sweeps out.

Mercy is a very sharp scribe. He figured out the roleplay and reason.
The next day. In a very intense scene that closed up my throat with heartfelt tears, he brought Dove a picture book of the gorean alphabet with pictures and gently went through a few pages with her.
Then in came Drakena, and we swung into new emotions! the book snaps closed, Mercy leaps into the defense protecting the flustered Dove, telling Drakena that the Lady is showing him some work about tarns.
that was priceless, the whole exchange between suspicious Drakena, Mercy and myself.

Tears, pride, embarrassment, laughter and more.....
Intense roleplay.

[Rayzor McAuley]

That's impressive.

[Daved Calderwood]

I remember one of the first times i ever roleplayed with Lady Dove. One of her first words was "are you here to kill me?" (I wasn't). My reply was something like "If I was do really think I would tell you?" That touched off some of the more memorable roleplay I had the pleasure of participating in. Dove impressed me as the kind of Lady that had alot of deep and scary secrets and projected this self assured confidence that wasn't bitchy at all but it was...unsettling, Dove is the cobra in the basket or the scorpion in the shade, this woman is DANGEROUS. Now that was my first impression of her.

She wouldn't let me buy a tarn unless we roleplayed the transaction and that attests to her passion for roleplay. She is very business like and she is very prone to detail. I have seen her when we left Old Kaza'hr for the new and again it was a pleasure to roleplay with one who embraces roleplay so well.

[Adoveea Rau]

Intensive roleplay demands that you give the Freedom to the other roleplayers...and you roleplay out what they start, lead or follow.

That is my greatest snarl at those "other" roleplayers, you *other* roleplayers stifle and chain and hamper intensive roleplayers from doing great roleplay, all because of your ooc whimpy routines.
Stop it.

See all those posts from so many great roleplayers and what they said you're doing to them???


Thank you Daved, it was great roleplay-and yes Daved was intense!!. Folks, want to see where that phrase to Daved, comes from? I use it whenever I see a marked assassin. Nothing is more chilling and a sense of relief (sorta) to be answered..."not yet". (Koh came up with that answer years ago..*shudders*)

My phrase to marked Killers is inspired by these passages in Assassin of Gor by John Norman

Chapter 2
Scarcely a quarter of an Ahn had passed and the men who drank in that room had forgotten, as is the way of men, that a dark one sat with them in that room, one who wore the black tunic of the Caste of Assassins, who silently drank with them. It was enough for them that he who sat with them did not this time wear the mark of the black dagger on his forehead,that it was not they whom he sought.

Chapter 2
"For whom do you wear on your forehead the mark of the black dagger?" queried Portus discreetly.
Kuurus said nothing.
"Perhaps I could tell you where to find him," proposed Portus.
"I will find him," said Kuurus.
"Of course," said Portus. "Of course." The heavy man, sitting cross-legged, opposite the Assassin, began to sweat, fiddled with the damp blue and yellow silk covering his knee, and then with a nervous hand lifted a shaking bowl of paga to his lips, spilling some down the side of his face. "I meant no harm," he said.
"You are alive," said Kuurus.


Chapter 4
"May I ask"inquired Cernus, "For whom you wear on your forehead the mark of the black dagger?"
I would speak of these things to some extent with Cernus, for it was important, though perilous, that he should understand what was purported to be my mission. it was now time that certain things should be revealed, that they might leak into the streets of Ar.
"I have come to avenge," I said "Tarl Cabot,he of Ko-ro-ba".


And people say BTB players are dull...HA ..mumbles *not yet..*