Quote from: Benoist;538043Welcome to the RPG Site.

Hope you have a good time here. Two things to keep in mind: (1) the moderation here is not what you might expect from the likes of ENWorld and RPGnet. If someone tells you to fuck off, no mod will come flying to your rescue throwing sanctions for "personal attacks" around. The advantage is that you can answer in kind and tell them to fuck off too. (2) This place is firmly about traditional RPGs. Forge theories, storygaming and the like generally earn some backlash from the forum users (see point 1). Discussion of storygames is usually moved into the "Other Games" section. This is how much we like it around here.

If you can take the heat, and participate to the life of the site, you'll find a place here. Sabotage it, and you'll find yourself on the receiving end of the stick.

Enjoy.

TRANSLATION:

You now move up a narrow,rocky track. A sheer wall of natural stone is on your left,the path falling away to a steep cliff on the right. There is a small widening ahead,where the main gate to the KEEP is. The blue-clad men-at-arms who guard the entrance shout at you to to give your names and state your business. All along the wall you see curious faces peering down at you-eager to welcome new champions of law, but ready with crossbow and polearm to give another sort of welcome to enemies.

Quote from: Exploderwizard;538963TRANSLATION:

You now move up a narrow,rocky track. A sheer wall of natural stone is on your left,the path falling away to a steep cliff on the right. There is a small widening ahead,where the main gate to the KEEP is. The blue-clad men-at-arms who guard the entrance shout at you to to give your names and state your business. All along the wall you see curious faces peering down at you-eager to welcome new champions of law, but ready with crossbow and polearm to give another sort of welcome to enemies.

Yeah that fits and quite poetic in the bargain.

Quote from: Exploderwizard;538963You now move up a narrow,rocky track. A sheer wall of natural stone is on your left,the path falling away to a steep cliff on the right. There is a small widening ahead, where the main gate to the KEEP is. The blue-clad men-at-arms who guard the entrance shout at you to give your names and state your business. All along the wall you see curious faces peering down at you- eager to welcome new champions of law, but ready with crossbow and polearm to give another sort of welcome to enemies.

I call out 'Who rules this land?' Some of the crossbowmen on the ramparts glance at each other and grin. The granite-faced gatekeepers however are not smiling. One of them replies 'The great Pan-Deet is ruler here, and you had best not forget it, stranger. I repeat, state your name and your business. Our patience is not infinite.'

From somewhere beyond the big, wrought-iron gates there wafts a curious and yet not unpleasant fragrance, which I later learn to be from a plant native to this land, the Santospirito Esposito Esplendido. It starts to dull my senses as I call out my response, 'I am Cattus Biggus, a wandering knight currently without master, and I humbly request to be allowed ingress. If it please the great Pan-Deet, I will serve him, and serve him well. I am both loyal and brave, and in a fight he will not find me wanting.'

The gatekeepers turn to each other and exchange some words. Then the second turns and calls out, 'How are we to be certain that you are not a spy, or a hired assassin? The Lord Pan-Deet has many enemies.'  

I hold out my arms in a gesture of openness, saying, 'Sirs, as you see, I have no baggage, no weapons. I have passed two days and nights with neither protection nor shelter in the land of Rolludo-Nett.' I gesture behind me as I say this. 'I am no threat to your noble Lord. Allow me within, and I will prove my worth.'

There is more colloquy among the gatekeepers, this time lasting for several minutes, after which the first one to address me makes a signal, the enormous gates are slowly eased open, and I am beckoned to approach. I lower my arms and draw near, and as I do so I put my hand in one of the pockets of my tunic, where I feel for and grasp the small vial of poison secreted there, a poison made from the bitter root of the deadly Narratoludus Porcinus Ronedwardsiensis. I continue to approach...

Quote from: RobMuadib;538934I don't know what the hell he is talking about, but I will dis you for both liking story games AND D&D.

I did kind of grok what Benoiste was on about, he was warning me that the bias here is trad, and specifically anti-ideological indie a la Forge. Well, although I'm fairly indie myself I'm not ideological and I by no means confine myself to indie games- I played in a cracking game of Changeling The Lost last week. Don't worry, I'm ok with that. As for playing D&D, are you nuts? I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty nail. Ha ha only joking (before you all offer to do it for me...).

Quote from: catty_big;539057I call out 'Who rules this land?' Some of the crossbowmen on the ramparts glance at each other and grin. The granite-faced gatekeepers however are not smiling. One of them replies 'The great Pan-Deet is ruler here, and you had best not forget it, stranger. I repeat, state your name and your business. Our patience is not infinite.'

From somewhere beyond the big, wrought-iron gates there wafts a curious and yet not unpleasant fragrance, which I later learn to be from a plant native to this land, the Santospirito Esposito Esplendido. It starts to dull my senses as I call out my response, 'I am Cattus Biggus, a wandering knight currently without master, and I humbly request to be allowed ingress. If it please the great Pan-Deet, I will serve him, and serve him well. I am both loyal and brave, and in a fight he will not find me wanting.'

The gatekeepers turn to each other and exchange some words. Then the second turns and calls out, 'How are we to be certain that you are not a spy, or a hired assassin? The Lord Pan-Deet has many enemies.'  

I hold out my arms in a gesture of openness, saying, 'Sirs, as you see, I have no baggage, no weapons. I have passed two days and nights with neither protection nor shelter in the land of Rolludo-Nett.' I gesture behind me as I say this. 'I am no threat to your noble Lord. Allow me within, and I will prove my worth.'

There is more colloquy among the gatekeepers, this time lasting for several minutes, after which the first one to address me makes a signal, the enormous gates are slowly eased open, and I am beckoned to approach. I lower my arms and draw near, and as I do so I put my hand in one of the pockets of my tunic, where I feel for and grasp the small vial of poison secreted there, a poison made from the bitter root of the deadly Narratoludus Porcinus Ronedwardsiensis. I continue to approach...


I did kind of grok what Benoiste was on about, he was warning me that the bias here is trad, and specifically anti-ideological indie a la Forge. Well, although I'm fairly indie myself I'm not ideological and I by no means confine myself to indie games- I played in a cracking game of Changeling The Lost last week. Don't worry, I'm ok with that. As for playing D&D, are you nuts? I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty nail. Ha ha only joking (before you all offer to do it for me...).

See major fail there as you assumed a narrative position the correct answer was either...

I call out 'Who rules this land?'

or

I kill them all; then take their stuff.

Quote from: jibbajibba;539105I kill them all; then take their stuff.

Shhh, keep your voice down. That's actually what I'm planning. I'm a forum user sent from the future, a hideously dystopian future where the internet has been taken over entirely by the people behind TheRPGSite, who wage continual and bloody war against all their enemies. I'm from a small community of story-gamers on the Isles of Scilly who are fighting for their survival, and determined to one day reclaim the Internet for the narrativist race.

You are eaten by a grue.

Quote from: Dodger;539217You are eaten by a grue.

Sounds grue-some he he.

Quote from: jibbajibba;539105See major fail there as you assumed a narrative position the correct answer was either...

I call out 'Who rules this land?'

or

I kill them all; then take their stuff.

Hmm..well if I were GMing the player grabbing narration rights for stuff actually would be very weird and off-putting. Not something I've seen alot of IRL, but I could imagine Foul Ole Ron's dislike of GMs probably comes from all of them giving him the smackdown for doing that.

Quote from: jibbajibba;539105See major fail there as you assumed a narrative position the correct answer was either...

I call out ‘Who rules this land?’

or

I kill them all; then take their stuff.

Yeah. If you took control of the crossbowmen as a player I'd stop you right there and say: "well no, you don't control NPCs. You are your character, and your character alone. As a matter of fact, the crossbowmen look at each other... and decide to open fire on you. They just don't like your face. What do you do?"

Quote from: Benoist;539733Yeah. If you took control of the crossbowmen as a player I'd stop you right there and say: "well no, you don't control NPCs. You are your character, and your character alone. As a matter of fact, the crossbowmen look at each other... and decide to open fire on you. They just don't like your face. What do you do?"

I'd say 'Oh well, it's only a game, they can't actually harm me. Ow, fuck!!! What the fuck was that?' [Looks down, appalled, at blood pouring from leg]. 'Shit, it isn't a game. Damn these developments in VR technology. Hm, maybe The Matrix wasn't just a film either. Or Westworld, or... Oh bloody Hell.'

All my NPCs are allergic to bat penis. Even the bats, who are terrified of their own genetalia and are seen flying blindly, screaming into the night as they can't bear the idea of their own existence. I call this world Antiron. I will be your DM tonight. Welcome.

Quote from: Benoist;539739All my NPCs are allergic to bat penis. Even the bats, who are terrified of their own genetalia and are seen flying blindly, screaming into the night as they can't bear the idea of their own existence. I call this world Antiron. I will be your DM tonight. Welcome.

Ahhh, bat penis. I like to eat it with some f-f-f-fava beans and a decent Chianti. Actually a pint of Dogs Bollocks would do just as well...

Quote from: Benoist;539739All my NPCs are allergic to bat penis. Even the bats, who are terrified of their own genitalia and are seen flying blindly, screaming into the night as they can't bear the idea of their own existence. I call this world Antiron. I will be your DM tonight. Welcome.

Ahhh, bat penis. I like to eat it with some f-f-f-fava beans and a decent Chianti. Actually a pint of Dog's Bollocks does just as well...