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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: brolthemighty: Alright, so as promised, here's our spiffy new PbP thread that will go hand in hand with our IRL campaign. It's going to be set up in a multi-thread fashion. The group will have it's own OOC and IC threads, and each player will have their own OOC and IC threads. That way anything dealing with the entire group can be handled...but each player gets their own spotlight to do side jobs and down-time stuff. So, here we go.
  
  Group  OOC 
  
  Nadia Donovan's  OOC / IC 
  Lord Nathaniel Darius's  OOC / IC 
  Macha's  OOC / IC 
  Kara's  OOC / IC 
  Emold's  OOC / IC 
  Razi  OOC / IC 
  Slithe's  OOC / IC 
  
  Here's a link to the Dice Roller  forums / thread  that explains how to use the online dice roller. In case it's needed.
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conversations.value: RubyKawasai: So, current scene (just so everyone's clear), you are all currently traveling/camping in the woods for roughly two days. feel free to interact, ask questions, and have fun!  
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conversations.value: brolthemighty: Lord Darius 
  
  Brushing the dust off his breeches, Nathaniel stands from where he was crouching...examining the recently dug graves.  They hadn't been as difficult to dig as he had been expecting, but it was enough to work up a sweat.  This was one of those small moments he was glad that he no longer wore the armor he had grown accustomed to...or the work would've been nearly unbearable.
  
  Looking away from the fresh graves he scans the the vicinity...eyes falling on the newcomers.  It had not been long since he had first met them...and what he saw concerned him.  Each of them worried him in different ways.  After having caught a good portion of the nearest trees on fire, this....Lemongello...would take some watching.  She was careless with her power, and that could cost more lives than he was willing to barter with.  This other.  The...false man...seemed more unstable than a vile of alchemist's fire.  The most troubling however...was the Little Sister.  She seemed shifty, and too accustomed to the Darkness.  Took to shadows too easily.  He worried that she might not fall in to the fold, and join the Lycan Nation or embrace the Light and Dark of Selune, as he was hoping.  She would bare watching, that one.
  
  Putting his thoughts behind him, Nathaniel returns to the makeshift camp that had been set up.  They had been assaulted every night thus far...and he did wanted to be prepared for it this time.  Approaching the camp, Darius notices one of those he felt responsible for....Squee.   "Ah, there you are Little Brother.  I trust the fight didn't wear you it?"   Taking a deep breath, he stretches.  "Helps a man feel alive and at peace again, doesn't it?" 