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Rando
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I'm trying to capture the fun and flavor of the original RPG's way back on the MTG boards. That means no rules, no stats and no structure.
The rules are these...
Don't make up anything about the enviorment. Only state what your character is doing to interact with what you know is there.
Ask what your character sees, hears, feels, tastes, smells, et cetera.
Don't make up the results or consequences of your character's actions. Just state what you are going to do, and I'll handle the rest.
Also, this is not intended to steal players away from Spiderman's RPG. If you feel you only have the time and/or energy to participate in one, and you are already engaged in his, then by all means continue to play in that one until it is over.
Now, pencils down, and pass your papers forward...
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The road to Radafel rolls lazily along many streams and brooks, winding it's way across and between countless knolls and hills on it's way to that splinded sea side city.
The sky today is clear and bright, but the air is yet a bit chill and it is still early in the spring season. Birds chirp hapily in the sparse trees and bushes, and the rustle of a hare can sometmes be heared.
A young man called Roderick Del Feye strolls and meanders his way west, the shadow of the anchient eastern mountains painting a chill on his spine. He has come many miles and traveled by foot for many days to visit Radafel. He had heard so much about it's splendid buildings and it's wonderous festivals in his youth, and he had vowed long ago that he would one day see it for himself, and to taste the brine of the cool sea air.
It was aproaching midday when Roderick decided to pause on the road side for a light meal and a rest. Far off on the western horizen, he could see a small village, the last stop before Radafel, he figured. Looking back at the road behind him, he saw other travelers coming his way...
The rules are these...
Don't make up anything about the enviorment. Only state what your character is doing to interact with what you know is there.
Ask what your character sees, hears, feels, tastes, smells, et cetera.
Don't make up the results or consequences of your character's actions. Just state what you are going to do, and I'll handle the rest.
Also, this is not intended to steal players away from Spiderman's RPG. If you feel you only have the time and/or energy to participate in one, and you are already engaged in his, then by all means continue to play in that one until it is over.
Now, pencils down, and pass your papers forward...
*************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************
The road to Radafel rolls lazily along many streams and brooks, winding it's way across and between countless knolls and hills on it's way to that splinded sea side city.
The sky today is clear and bright, but the air is yet a bit chill and it is still early in the spring season. Birds chirp hapily in the sparse trees and bushes, and the rustle of a hare can sometmes be heared.
A young man called Roderick Del Feye strolls and meanders his way west, the shadow of the anchient eastern mountains painting a chill on his spine. He has come many miles and traveled by foot for many days to visit Radafel. He had heard so much about it's splendid buildings and it's wonderous festivals in his youth, and he had vowed long ago that he would one day see it for himself, and to taste the brine of the cool sea air.
It was aproaching midday when Roderick decided to pause on the road side for a light meal and a rest. Far off on the western horizen, he could see a small village, the last stop before Radafel, he figured. Looking back at the road behind him, he saw other travelers coming his way...