UserClone
2013-06-26, 07:11 PM
Welcome to the IC thread! [OoC Thread link] (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=288303)
For clarity, here is how I would like us to format our posts:
Actions are just regular text.
EXAMPLE: John reaches back to draw his sword.
Speech is in your color. Shouts can be capitalized, bolded and sized up to 3 (the default is 2), and whispers can be sized down to 2. This will make the thread very easily readable to anyone who is into AP. Quotes are helpful to differentiate what you privately think from what you actually say out loud.
EXAMPLES: John says, "I'm sorry, Sally, but there's no other way..."
John shouts, "I'LL KILL YOU! RAAAARGH!"
John whispers, "Stop standing there and play along! I can get us out of this!"
Private thoughts are italicized in your color, without quotes (so we know you aren't talking out loud).
I really hope the orcs don't notice we're just acting. At least until Sally can get to her quicksilver...
You already know how to roll, so if I ask you to roll with a stat, you'll know how. Best of luck with the forum RNG, as it loves to murder me when I play!:smalltongue:
"RIGHT! YOU LOT, LINE UP IN FRONT O' THE BARS AND KEEP YER MOUTHS SHUT!"
Warden Shahruz clutches Pain Talon, his prize possession, in his gnarled hand. Each of you has felt its sting on more than one occasion in the few weeks you've been in this awful place. The whip's terrible magic seals up any wounds its wielder causes, so it makes a wonderful persuasion tool while not risking the early demise of a prisoner. As Shahruz paces the line of inmates, he strokes its worn leather like a favored pet.
"I'm only going to say this once! This is yer chance to give the 'angman the laugh. Baron Thomer wants three able bodies, and if yer lucky, you'll be one of 'em.
"Rules are as follows: One! Ye don't look the Baron in the eye. Heads down, eyes down, unless Baron Thomer tells you differn't. Two! No speaking until spoken to. Three! You will immediately perform any order given you by the Baron, without question."
"Lastly, and most importantly, if you so much as *think* of layin' yer hands on a noble in *my* prison-"
"Actually, Shahruz, I believe this is *my* prison."
The Warden turns to see Baron Thomer, a man of olive skin and a largish build wearing red crushed velvet robes and a coronet of silver filigree, flashing him a dubious look.
"Of...of course that was what I meant to say, your grace. Will I get you a chair, your grace?"
The Baron gets a sour look on his face as he steps forward to allow room for Shahruz to exit the room, and motions for one of his bodyguards to go get the chair. The other two bodyguards continue to flank him.
"Shahruz, your pandering bores me. Leave us."
"But your grace, surely you don't want to be in here alone with these savages!"
"Feh. You think you can protect me better than Bartosz and Georgi? I said go. Now run along."
"I...I must...yes, your grace."
With a mix of resentment and trepidation, the Warden makes his exit from the room, just in time to be knocked flat on his back by the third guard, returning with the chair. The guard sets the chair down and Baron Thomer, rolling his eyes at Warden Shahruz, motions to the third guard.
"Yuri. Help Sharuz up. Apparently he can't even leave correctly."
With the guard's help, the warden finally leaves, and Yuri closes the door behind them.
For clarity, here is how I would like us to format our posts:
Actions are just regular text.
EXAMPLE: John reaches back to draw his sword.
Speech is in your color. Shouts can be capitalized, bolded and sized up to 3 (the default is 2), and whispers can be sized down to 2. This will make the thread very easily readable to anyone who is into AP. Quotes are helpful to differentiate what you privately think from what you actually say out loud.
EXAMPLES: John says, "I'm sorry, Sally, but there's no other way..."
John shouts, "I'LL KILL YOU! RAAAARGH!"
John whispers, "Stop standing there and play along! I can get us out of this!"
Private thoughts are italicized in your color, without quotes (so we know you aren't talking out loud).
I really hope the orcs don't notice we're just acting. At least until Sally can get to her quicksilver...
You already know how to roll, so if I ask you to roll with a stat, you'll know how. Best of luck with the forum RNG, as it loves to murder me when I play!:smalltongue:
"RIGHT! YOU LOT, LINE UP IN FRONT O' THE BARS AND KEEP YER MOUTHS SHUT!"
Warden Shahruz clutches Pain Talon, his prize possession, in his gnarled hand. Each of you has felt its sting on more than one occasion in the few weeks you've been in this awful place. The whip's terrible magic seals up any wounds its wielder causes, so it makes a wonderful persuasion tool while not risking the early demise of a prisoner. As Shahruz paces the line of inmates, he strokes its worn leather like a favored pet.
"I'm only going to say this once! This is yer chance to give the 'angman the laugh. Baron Thomer wants three able bodies, and if yer lucky, you'll be one of 'em.
"Rules are as follows: One! Ye don't look the Baron in the eye. Heads down, eyes down, unless Baron Thomer tells you differn't. Two! No speaking until spoken to. Three! You will immediately perform any order given you by the Baron, without question."
"Lastly, and most importantly, if you so much as *think* of layin' yer hands on a noble in *my* prison-"
"Actually, Shahruz, I believe this is *my* prison."
The Warden turns to see Baron Thomer, a man of olive skin and a largish build wearing red crushed velvet robes and a coronet of silver filigree, flashing him a dubious look.
"Of...of course that was what I meant to say, your grace. Will I get you a chair, your grace?"
The Baron gets a sour look on his face as he steps forward to allow room for Shahruz to exit the room, and motions for one of his bodyguards to go get the chair. The other two bodyguards continue to flank him.
"Shahruz, your pandering bores me. Leave us."
"But your grace, surely you don't want to be in here alone with these savages!"
"Feh. You think you can protect me better than Bartosz and Georgi? I said go. Now run along."
"I...I must...yes, your grace."
With a mix of resentment and trepidation, the Warden makes his exit from the room, just in time to be knocked flat on his back by the third guard, returning with the chair. The guard sets the chair down and Baron Thomer, rolling his eyes at Warden Shahruz, motions to the third guard.
"Yuri. Help Sharuz up. Apparently he can't even leave correctly."
With the guard's help, the warden finally leaves, and Yuri closes the door behind them.