Enough about rules... Lets share some RP Stories!

RiddickDale

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People of the Alliance!

We've been chit chatting back and forth about rules for a couple weeks now and I think we can all agree that maybe we need a break.

Take a minute and share some stories about a memorable roleplay moment. I want to hear about that time someone's heroic deeds made you cry... or when someone told you their character history and shook you up a bit. Anything!

Whatcha got?

(One little note about this one... please be respectful of your fellow players here. If you think someone might be upset by the telling of your story. Don't do it. <3)


Stephen
National PR
 
Nine years back, I was one of a trio of random damage goblins. 8 body, 1hm, the whole nine crunchy yards. We were sneaking through the woods and came out behind the celestial guild building, which on our site is a little removed from the rest of everything, and stumbled upon the celestial guild master and two of his friends. They were having an extremely intense discussion about something which actually still hasn't been resolved, so I won't say what. Suffice it to say, they were not in the mood to be harassed by goblins. I know this for a fact, because the guild master spotted me peeking around the corner and told me "We're having a really serious conversation, and we're really not going to put up with being harassed by goblins."

I was slightly nonplussed, but asked him "Whatchoo gun' do 'bout it, Elfman?"

He replied "This is the celestial magic guild building, and I'm the guild master. If--" At this point, I cut him off, shouting "MAGIC SHOW!" and sprinted around the building, followed by my compatriot goblins. We sat in a quick semicircle around his feet, and began chanting "Ma-gic SHOW! Ma-gic SHOW!"

Now he looked nonplussed, and hit one of my fellows with a lighting storm. Since this was ridiculous overkill, that NPC threw himself backward, screamed and writhed for a second, and then collapsed. We remain goblins dropped our jaws, and then clapped as hard as we could, shouting "More! More!"

"Uh, really?" he asked. We both nodded excitedly. "Okay," he said, and hit me with a dragon's breath. I did my best to role play being vaporized and also collapsed on the grass.

The last goblin, displaying enviable perceptiveness, screams "Now me! Me give Shiney!" Bemused, the guild master accepts a copper piece and dispatches him with an ice storm. The final goblin freezes, shatters and falls to pieces.

There is a long stretch of silence and stillness, 14 seconds actually, according to my dying count, and then the guild master says "Well, I actually feel a lot better."
 
My vansir and three of her traveling buddies were recently part of a really intense RP mod. Our characters were sucked into the mists and sent to an unknown village which had been ransacked by a number of red-shirted warriors. We arrived not as ourselves but as captive villagers who had been forced to watch as our village was plundered and our fellow villagers were killed, maimed, tortured, etc. My vansir was placed in the body of a pregnant woman on the verge of giving birth; her companions were placed in the bodies of the village elder, a common thief, and (I think, if I recall correctly) a sort of military general.
The warriors holding us hostage offered to let one of us live on the condition they would spread the word that the "redshirts were coming" and they would more or less destroy everything they came across. My pregnant woman was chosen to survive. The redshirts acknowledged this mockingly before running her through, killing her child, and then killing the other three villagers. As the aftermath began to unfold, we were taken back through the mists and returned to our normal selves, though the knowledge of what had happened carried with us – as such, our reactions to the chaos carried over as well. I fell over screaming, and, in a really awesome RP display, one of my companions – a stone elf – screamed bloody horror as the rage her out-of-body character experience carried over to her real body.

It was a really intense little mod, to say the least, and it was that way in major part because the companions I was with were all really invested in the acting element of what was going on. It was a total blast, and roleplaying the continuing aftereffects has been really fun and challenging, too.
 
At my second (or maybe 3rd) event ever, we had a super memorable event known to most of us simply as "Hedgewood". During the main "battle" of the weekend, quite a few of us got taken down and reanimated or were under various alchemical debilitating effects (I hate nausea!). Anyway, at one point there was an EPIC rescue to get my character back from behind the lines, in an apparently heroic attempt Gormegil and Varen bust through the lines and take down the undead that are dragging me back to animate me.

They get me back to the group, where Elrion - the biggest healer I'd ever seen in my obviously "long" career lifes me in a hurry, with out checking me first. Problem being... I was at 0 body, somehow a flurry of 2's and no one hitting me after I fell resulted in this oddity (I think it's maybe happened to me once more in the last 9 years). So, nothing happens, the spell fizzles and he's left with a wasted life spell, which was maybe one of 4 or 5 in town, and an unconcious body.

When I woke up, finally, I went to the big healer to ask for some healing. Elrion, being not the nicest guy (I love you Shane!), angrily snaps at me "You know, EVERY time a healer casts a spell to heal you, it HURTS them!". My character being very young, and very altruistic backed away in tears. For years, she would rush into battle at 1 body, to avoid any of her healer friends being "hurt" by attempting the heroic act of healing her to full. Eventually some of her friends put her in her place about it, but it took almost 3 years!
 
You know, I've always wanted to do a book on LARP war stories.

A few times when I've mentioned it, people have said "Good idea" and then maybe 5 people submit stories and then the interest dies down.

So what do you guys think?

I'd list a credit after each story if desired, but the story may be edited.
 
Mike,

Mind if I move that post over to the War stories thread? I'm SURE it would drum up some interest/activity.

Or was that intended to be for both of these threads? (War stories and RP Moments?) EG: Do you want me to copypasta for you?

Stephen
National PR
 
RiddickDale said:
Mike,

Mind if I move that post over to the War stories thread? I'm SURE it would drum up some interest/activity.

Or was that intended to be for both of these threads? (War stories and RP Moments?) EG: Do you want me to copypasta for you?

Stephen
National PR
Where is your story, Steve? You know that you can't just post and NOT contribute, I won't allow it. Mostly because I'm annoying...
 
(maybe someone will want to fill in the adventurer side & end of this? and yes, I took some creative license)

A chill in the air and clouds hung low, the winter was coming.
I know I would not be able to stay much longer in the area and the protectors have been long in coming. But the denizens of the wood tell me that there is a stirring in the woods and they have done well in misdirecting the Harkonnan away from my lair & child.

The woods come alive as battle fills the air, the Harkonnan are close now. Must protect her.
Then it happens, a group of the minotaur come into the cave...the fools. As I spit fire and spell, they scatter & flee before me...it feels good to crush them.
One makes the entrance of the cave, 'Omishfal, Kolbrum, Obliterashik!'
Voices stir just out of sight of the cave mouth...they are very wary now. Discussion of protectives and healing along with some healthy false bravado...these are not minotaurs.
My breathing fills the void of silence, echoing off the walls.
A head pokes around the rock face, I can smell the worry & fear. 'It's really dark, something is glowing back there.'
I blink. 'OH MY!'

*snicker* What did you expect in a large cave, mice?
They start to discuss how best to face me. I applaud that they consider it, but if they must try my patience the will need to be dealt with.
The face comes around again, 'Dia duit, icey', 'Baistech, lium, fier'. 'Um, it looks a bit annoyed...'
Patience child, they will realize that I do not fear or mean them harm in a bit. A few arrows bounce off my scaly hide.
Perhaps my size is too imposing to them, 'Dun duh bheil mish transfir.' I take a humanoid form and step forth.
"Bring forward your leader!"
Voices point towards the one they call The Black. The man steps forth, 'I am the leader of this band'.
"I give you a great gift, protect it with all your might...when I return, you may seek reward."
The Black seems puzzled, 'What gift?'
I gesture towards the side of the cave & fade away. The looks on his face with unanswered questions...I so enjoy the little things.
 
Fearless Leader said:
I think both would apply -- war stories and RP stories in one book.

Maybe as a companion to the rule book? It just seems like a lot of these stories need some set-up like knowing what a "Prison" is...

The other thing is, at least for me, doing it the other way (less ancedotal, and more short-fiction-esque) would feel a lot like ganking someone else's work. Like if I write an awesome story retelling my experiences in Scott's plotline, then the story I'm telling needs to extensively use the material Scott created. I know we don't have any "fair use" issues here, but I always feel like people should get all the credit for their own ideas...

Is there another way I'm not thinking of?
 
Well, if you want to write short stories, we have the "Tales of Fortannis" series, you know.

I see this as mostly a book with the kind of stories people normally tell after an event. Short and to the point. "You should have been there! The coolest thing happened!"
 
Fearless Leader said:
Well, if you want to write short stories, we have the "Tales of Fortannis" series, you know.

I see this as mostly a book with the kind of stories people normally tell after an event. Short and to the point. "You should have been there! The coolest thing happened!"

Which requires a lot of info they wouldn't have unless they read the RB or have played ;)
It's a cool idea & would be awesome for people who are coming in or are players, just not sure those stories jive with the "average reader" :)
 
Or people can keep it simple.... lets share some awesome stories! This is about building a community too!

Once we get as many pages here as we do arguements about how to buff Earth spells... THEN we can talk about how to use it.

And yes... my stuff is incoming. But, don't wait for me folks. Dive right in.

Stephen
National PR
 
aara said:
Fearless Leader said:
Well, if you want to write short stories, we have the "Tales of Fortannis" series, you know.

I see this as mostly a book with the kind of stories people normally tell after an event. Short and to the point. "You should have been there! The coolest thing happened!"

Which requires a lot of info they wouldn't have unless they read the RB or have played ;)
It's a cool idea & would be awesome for people who are coming in or are players, just not sure those stories jive with the "average reader" :)

That's why I mentioned there may be editing.
 
I'll share again because I just remembered one of my favorite stories of all time, it's proof to me that you can have no enjoyment at all from the plot, but that even plot you can't stand can inspire awesome RP...

So, a few years ago, a bunch of us - The Phalanx, The Scarlet Dawn (as they are now called) and Me, the lone straggler head down for an Ashbury Halloween event. Long story short, the whole of the town gets plopped right in the middle of the Abysmal gorge and - because that isn't bad enough, you don't ressurect anymore - you become yourself... but UNDEAD.
Considering some of the members of our squad were completely and utterly anti-necromancy - I mean Gabriel's nickname was "The Earth Hammer", that's a little telling, this was NOT going to happen. So out we went, into the big battle with Mish Mash, if memory serves, and it's epicly bad for everyone, we drain most of our healing/life spells and one of us goes down. She's behind the lines and none of us can get there with a life spell, which isn't surprising considering that Jin Mei, our big healer, was the one that had fallen.

So, off she goes to wake up alive in rotting flesh.
RiddickDale corrections/additions- "She died in that wave battle and we were in the tavern trying to figure out what to do with her once she got back... and an NPC ran into the tavern and said, "There is a female elf in the graveyard repeatedly killing herself... " We didn't even give that guy a chance to finish before we took off. That few minutes of running in silence was one of the most intense moments I will ever had. *I*, the player, was running in 30 lbs of chainmail running on pure adrenaline and panic. I don't think I'll ever be more immersed.

We got to the crypt and I am pretty sure we were all slay active at that point to just own whatever undead were in there... I kicked open the door and stepped into a dark room with just her lying there stabbing herself with her newly found claws and reforming seconds later. We couldn't talk her down at ALL. "


We had a crystal that could restore you back to living & we used it on her. (THANKS STEVE) She was broken, absolutely and completely broken. She was inside with Riddick, Gareth, Ahurak and Theodin (IIRC - Steve, do you remember?) comforting her and trying desperately to keep her from killing herself until she didn't return.

Outside of the cabin, Joshua, Gabriel, Du'gal and I are discussing what we can possibly do to help her, since none of us want to lose her. Suddenly Joshua has an epiphony! It's been about 50 minutes - we can amnesia her... it's the only option, it will save her and make it all better. The one catch is me. Aara, my elven knight, had never, and would never lie as it would break her tenant of "Honesty" as written in her code. So I had to make the choice, save my best friend and break my code or keep the code and lose someone forever for no good reason.

The choice was seemingly simple, we ran into the room, knowing she wouldn't willing take the elixir. Joshua attacked her to bring her to unconciousness while I screamed reassurances to Riddick and Gareth whose swords were drawn and rushing at me. Once it was all settled, we stabilized her and waited for her to wake while we all discussed our "story". It was decided that I would tell her because she would believe me, because I'd never lie.

She woke up, confused and remembering the heat of battle and nothing more, she asked what had happened. So I said that she had been picked up and thrown against the wall, he was so strong that it knocked her out for the better part of an hour! He had killed the duke in a similar way, so it made sense. We told her we were afraid we would lose her, but we were glad she eventually came to.

Afterwards, the weight of the decision came down hard on my character. Ahurak reassured me I had done the right thing and talked to me for a while about why that decision made me a better knight, even if I had to break the code. It was one of the coolest and most memorable RP moments ever - even if the rest of the plot didn't terribly appeal to us.
 
For sake of edits:

She died in that wave battle and we were in the tavern trying to figure out what to do with her once she got back... and an NPC ran into the tavern and said, "There is a female elf in the graveyard repeatedly killing herself... " We didn't even give that guy a chance to finish before we took off. That few minutes of running in silence was one of the most intense moments I will ever had. *I*, the player, was running in 30 lbs of chainmail running on pure adrenaline and panic. I don't think I'll ever be more immersed.

We got to the crypt and I am pretty sure we were all slay active at that point to just own whatever undead were in there... I kicked open the door and stepped into a dark room with just her lying there stabbing herself with her newly found claws and reforming seconds later. We couldn't talk her down at ALL. Nothing worked and after a few minutes I eviscerated her and we used a magic crystal thing that we had found to bring her back to her real body.

When we got back to the cabin... It was Joshua who cut her down... in her bed.
 
RiddickDale said:
For sake of edits:

She died in that wave battle and we were in the tavern trying to figure out what to do with her once she got back... and an NPC ran into the tavern and said, "There is a female elf in the graveyard repeatedly killing herself... " We didn't even give that guy a chance to finish before we took off. That few minutes of running in silence was one of the most intense moments I will ever had. *I*, the player, was running in 30 lbs of chainmail running on pure adrenaline and panic. I don't think I'll ever be more immersed.

We got to the crypt and I am pretty sure we were all slay active at that point to just own whatever undead were in there... I kicked open the door and stepped into a dark room with just her lying there stabbing herself with her newly found claws and reforming seconds later. We couldn't talk her down at ALL. Nothing worked and after a few minutes I eviscerated her and we used a magic crystal thing that we had found to bring her back to her real body.

When we got back to the cabin... It was Joshua who cut her down... in her bed.

Thank you - like I said I couldn't remember all the details - it was insanely intense... I could have sworn it was Gabriel and that Josh gave her the potion... ehh... babies eat your brain...
 
A couple of stories I remember from "Back in the day" with NERO/Alliance Seattle and Oregon:

1) NPCing, coming in as a goblin and getting dropped super easy. I go with some friends to set up some other goblin encounter and hear a player say "Oh look, Paul is NPCing a goblin. We can take him pretty easy! Lets go!"

A few encounters later, JP comes to help us out and NPCs with us. More goblins. I overhear the players say "Oh man, JP is playing a Goblin. We need to think this one through." Funniest moment of my life.

2) I was marshaling an encounter in which the players are fighting a horde of mind flayers. The players bring forth a Dark Elf Merc named "Whisper" who is helping the group with combat for pay. A mind flayer hits Whisper with a CHARM spell and says "Attack your friends!" at which point the other players laugh and say "Ha! You just broke your own spell, stupid mind flayer"... Whisper shrugs and then rips into his "allies" dropping 3 of the 7 people there.

3) My first time LARPing ever at the age of 15. I was at Battleground National Park just outside of Vancouver, WA. I brought a meager amount of clothing and sleeping gear. From what I remember, I also didn't bring much in the way of food either. I was but a simple character with 1h edge and some craftsman skills. I fought like a fencer and died like a goblin. So many people told me to stay in my cabin during fights, it was hilarious. The fun times stopped when my "newbie to LARP" friend from High School started to shiver in HER meager sleeping bag at night. Turns out she got the flu at the event and her and I were forced to share a bunk to keep warm. *snaps his fingers* Poor me... she was smoking hot! lol. Well after a night of misery, it began to rain for 30 hours straight. That is Oregon/Washington for you. I get super sick and am huddled next to the fire for hours at a time. People are asking if my friend and I are ok, we shiver and shake our heads yes. Long story short, it was the most miserable weekend of my life, but I had so much fun... so much fun that I still LARP to this day.

4) Mara Knight, a former Owner of the Seattle Chapter, ran a night module called "The Great Hunt" in which the "Mistress of the Hunt" would come out with a pack of hounds and hunt the players. From what I recall the module was a "survival" module in which the players needed to "survive" for 2 hours while the Mistress and her Pack of Hounds would terrorize the camp ground. Playing a hound, I ran around killing stuff and in general had a great time. One of the PCs (JP if I remember correctly), attacked a hound and then ran into a thorn bush. The mistress orders a hound into the bush to attack. We sit there and wait... and wait... Mara as the Mistress yells out "PUPPY! RETURN!"... still nothing. "PUPPY! COME TO ME! NOW!"... and yet... still nothing. Finally she says in her most humble and sad voice... "Puppy?" and the rest of the hound NPCs just laugh. We realize that the NPC got rolled. Funny story is that after this the NPC comes back stating that the PC who killed him threw a couple of gas globes and killing blowed him. The PC then gave the NPC a business card stating "You have just been rolled" or something like that. Oh, silly times.

5) Mara, again, had another survivor module in which 3 females dressed as wicked looking ghosts went into the town and began to sing some CREEPY songs. While they were singing a bunch of undead came into the town and ripped everyone to shreds. It was so terribly spooky that the pages of the game (I think there were 3-4 of them?) grabbed one of the adults, pulled them under some stairs and started to cry! The encounter lasted about 90 minutes of just... surviving. So much fun!

6) At a Seattle event the players (including myself at the tender age of 17) learned that a rebellion against some tyrannical country is going on and that the rebels have learned of a supply wagon coming into town that will aid the enemy in the war effort. So me, being the young blood that I am, gathered some friends with some traps and stuff and set up a giant trap that will hopefully blow up the caravan. Any survivors would be picked off with spells and archery. The plan was awesome! Except that we rigged the wrong bridge and the heavy armored soldiers just walked right by us. Man... did I feel embarrassed. Lol.

7) I am 16 at Battleground National Park doing a strut with my new crossbow and nerf arrows (Which looking back at it was totally illegal. But the staff let me use it anyways). I buy a bunch of high level Vorpals and put all my build into profs and slays. So I start shooting my bow for like... 15 normal? with the Vorpals... Each time I hit someone I say "THIS IS MY BOOMSTICK!" and laugh. Well after doing this around 15 times, Hawkestral (a biata character player) says, "If you say 'this is my boomstick' one more time, I will get into your mind and rip out every memory you hold dear! SHUT UP!" At which point I go wide eyed and shut my mouth. Everyone laughs and says "Thank you Hawkestral"... man I was a goober!

8) There is this huge fight at the Seattle Chapter in which these creatures called "Muck Monsters" and running around draining magical items of their powers. I was told to go in as a "helping hand" rogue and rob the players blind. So the 3 muck monsters (with 3 people on their shoulders... totally unsafe as I remember) are going around killing people while I, as the rogue, am looting the bodies. When people ask me what I am doing, I simply tell them I am bandaging them up and healing them. I walk away with over 40 gold, plus production and magical items. Sad thing is, Mara Knight, feeling bad for the players, has me go into the tavern as that same Rogue with all the loot I have gathered. I get rolled and they get all their items returned. Sigh.

9) JP runs a spider module in which he wraps up a gazebo with yarn, criss crossing this way and that. In the center is a giant spider and her massive amounts of treasure. Yeah... fun module. Cept for the getting stuck on everything and dying... Still a very fun module!
 
Actually, one of my most interesting RP moments happened at the most recent event at Seattle. I was sitting down, chatting with a few friends when a gentleman (NPC) came up and asked if I'd like to play a game of cards. I wasn't sure why he thought I'd be interested, dressed as a gypsy and such, but I said "Of course!" A small game with 3 NPCs and 2 PC's began. At the beginning, he warned us that he was feeling lucky these days and shook a somewhat largish bag that he had on his hip.

Instantly, my conniving mind began to click away like a watch on a paranoia elixir. I had read earlier in a help wanted poster an almost laughable request for help finding a man's leg. Apparently he woke up and it was stolen. Normally I wouldn't have even thought of it but that day I had been using rather large and colorfully colored (latex) eggs as throwing weapons. I had told people that I had gotten them from a large, white, rabbit wyldkin that had been pushing idols of himself made out of fudge on small Biata children. And everythime I hit this guy (afterall, what a creep!) one of the eggs would pop out.

So with this image fresh in my mind, I thought. "Lucky? Missing Leg? Rabbit? It couldn't be..." But sure enough, a few hands into the game, when he lost one, he reached into the bag and pulled out a human sized rabbit leg/foot and gave it a rub for luck. I saw the connection now click in a couple of spectator's eyes between the leg and the help wanted poster but was happy that no one jumped into the usual "There it is! Beat him down for it!" mode. We continued to play and I had luck on my side. A couple hands later, I draw to a 10 high flush. I look over at him and am quite sure that he has either a high pair or even a straight.

I say to him, "You know, I could have some real interesting times if I had luck like that hanging around my neck. Tell you what. You seem rather interested in my eggs. Say I put up four of these most unique and colorful eggs against that leg of yours. If it is as lucky as you say it is, you'll win. If it isn't, I'll still give you one of these eggs if I win." He smiled and said "I call." I show the flush, take the leg from him and simply hold it over my shoulder. At which point one of the PC's who had been looking on and I could tell knew what the leg was about (I was in 'people reading' mode afterall) simply walked over and took it from me. The NPC gave me a look like it was all staged but stayed in character.

We thanked each other for a good game and he headed on home. The rest of us went off to find the person of the missing leg (which was a rabbit wyldkin) reattached it and was thanked for our help with the ordeal. Just to finish with a flourish, when he turned over a bunch of potions as a reward, one of the PC's still went ahead and paid him. He took the coin a little confused so I just held out my hand and he went "Oh!" and gave me the coin back. :D

Although a rather simple affair, I loved how everyone stayed in character during the game (One of the NPC's was scared that her husband was going to beat her for losing their tax money. I gave her a gold and said that if he did beat her, that I'd be sure to come collect one of his legs to replace my lost lucky charm) and the fact that an adventure was concluded in such a fun manner without requiring a single weapon to be swung.

Oh, and I should also note that I let the NPC personally keep the egg he won. I know how much fun it is to have a little token of such encounters. ;)
 
Thats an awesome story and really cool sounding RP thanks for sharing man.
 
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