Andante
Roleplaying Moderator
*Stickied*
This Thread is for the meeting of new Players, and the setting up of party/storylines.
Don't post character sheets here
instead post them here:
[Skyrim Freeform RP] Post your character card
Before posting be sure to read carefully these two Threads:
[Skyrim Freeform RP] A Comprehensive Guide to Free Form Role Play, for Beginners.
Rules and rules discussion for Public RP areas
Also be willing to wait. It sometimes takes awhile for a compatible group to form.
Feel out peoples styles of play before you join their group or let them join yours
Below is a Great opening story example post:
[Information on my character can be found back at this thread, if you need it: Andante
Please don't hesitate to join if you'd like. I'll try to set a decent scene.]
In a far, and otherwise empty corner of the unusually empty Bannered Mare Inn sat a rather preoccupied looking young woman. The wood elf, already out of place, further detached herself from the drunken muttering of the tavern with her nose tucked away in a book. No one seemed to be paying her much attention except for the occasional awkward glance.
A young bard sat slumped by the fire, plucking a lazy tune on his lute as two older Nord men debated loudly nearby. Both of them had obviously had more than his fair share of mead, and were unabashed as they roared angrily about the ongoing hostilities. She found it best not to involve herself in discussions of politics, especially where large drunken men were concerned. The ongoing power struggle had never really been of particular interest to her, and it was probably best if she kept it that way.
Eventually she closed her book, as the tavern began to fill with more patrons and it got too difficult to concentrate. She took a long drink of ale from her mug, and gave the gathering crowd a distasteful look as she swallowed hard. Spending most of her free time near the company of brutish drunks wasn't exactly her idea of time well spent, but if there was one thing the typical drunks were good at, aside from beating each other half to death, it was blabbering about news and rumors. She could take all the history she wanted from books and scrolls, but the only way to keep up to date on current matters was to pick them out of drunken conversations from across a crowded tavern.
"I'm telling you, they've taken over down there." She heard two younger men talking in hurried whispers nearby. ..."everyone's afraid to go in! Nasty little buggers, those Falmer." The younger boy shuddered as he took a sip of mead.
"What, are you afraid to go?" The other man teased, as his friend sloshed his tankard in humiliation.
"N-no! Who knows what they've got down there, eh?" His head lolled in wonder. "They've got to be guarding something down there! What kinda coin do you think we'd get if we could haul all their grubby little heads into town? Hah!" His friend shook his head with a smile.
"Rocks and rot, most likely, s'bout all they care for. An' prolley no coin at all! They're practically vermin, breeding in their rotten caves like a bunch of filthy Skeevers. Pah, but I'd wager even a Skeever's prettier to look at, aye?" They both laughed, and changed the conversation topic to women; she quickly lost interest.
She wasn't sure just where the two had been talking about, but it had been ages since she'd had reason to go outside the city walls of Whiterun and frankly she'd been getting a bit restless. Perhaps she could ask around, surely someone around here might know a thing or two about the situation. The key would be not attracting too much attention...
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