Hmm... What would you guys think of...

starting an RP thread on here? I don't know what sort of roleplay or anything, but I RP on a couple sites and I think that alot of you are probably creative enough to do it as well.

I don't even know if this would be allowed. Maybe we could start another vBulletin site for it, or maybe a new group on MSN. Just let me know what you guys think.

 

Some folks were interested in PBEM a while back...

 

What is PBEM?

btw I'm keen on the idea of RPing somewhere, I'll be the poolboy.

 

I used to play and run in a few campaigns in Hero Central: http://www.herocentral.net/home.htm;jsessionid=aLO8vGIM7_gg

It's optimized for HERO Games, but you could probably use the dice roller to put together a D20 game. I expect there are D20 sites similar to this, but I've never used them.

A good online RPG is actually a pretty big commitment. I was putting 3-4 hours per day into running mine, and a single adventure could take a few months to get through.

 

Play by email.

 

I meant something a little different--not based on stats and such, but pure roleplay.

 

I know what you meant; I was merely suggesting that some of those folks might be the ones interested in playing. Though, none of them seem to be responding to your query.

 

I'm soo bored right now.

 

You're sitting at a low table in poorly lit tavern. The rain is pouring down outside, turning dirt paths to mud and muck and working its way with a grim inevitability through the thatched roof. Inside the main room is much less crowded than would normally be the case. Heat, smoke, and a variety of scents both savory and less so flow from the clay bricked fire place that also serves as the Taverns main oven. Other patrons mill in small groups near the fire place and in the corners. The tavern wench, red-faced, heavy and grease spattered in a blouse that has seen better days, ambles towards you.

"You want something more to drink, hon? Or eat? We got some baked pigeon and rabbit tonight, and bread. Lovely stuff."

 

"Be right with you, dearie" called the tavern wench, sending a nervous grin towards the huge half-orc. Much of the scant crowd seemed to move away from the large newcomer, and you can't help but notice that the barman has reached beneath the bar-top in a matter he no doubt hopes to be inconspicuous.

The wench looks back down towards you, and you become uncomfortably aware that your table, with it's conspicuously unoccupied bench space is in Thog's direct line of sight.

"If you want anything, hon, you'd best order now. I'll have to go deal with the big fella soon."

 

You quicky order some bread and a beer, and watch as the wench hurrys off to deal with Thorg.

"Ello," says a voice from behind you giving you a fright, "mind if I sit here."

You turn to look and see a new comer in a black long coat and a wide brimed hat dripping with rain water. He must've just come in but no one seems to have noticed.

He sits down without waiting for a reply, removes his hat and calls at the the wench, who suddenly seems quite flustered being flanked by Thorg and the new comer.
"Umm, yes, can I help you sir?" she asks
"What've you got for food here?" the new comer asks
"Well we got some baked pigeon and rabbit, and bread. umm its really good."
"Ooo. Me have bunnies." piped in Thorg "Bunnies, bunnies, Thorg like bunnies in a bun. What you like Big Fido?"
"Yeah I'll have the rabbit as well thanks, and a beer, and let poor Thorg sit down he's not the brightest cookie in the shed."
With that the wench scurries off past a confused looking innkeeper to get the food.

 

Kestrel was pulled away from her thoughts and turned to face the matronly, if a bit sweaty, wench. "Uhhh..."

Just as she was formulating a response, a big, greenish sort of thug walked in, causing Kestrel to recoil slightly in spite of herself. Someone invited himself and, much to her dismay, the hulking green thing, to sit down, and she nodded her assent. Can't really say no.

"I'll just have some tea," she called after the harried serving wench.

She shrunk away from her tablemates ever so slightly. She couldn't decide whether it would be better to make eye contact or look away from them-making eye contact is an invitation to conversation, and staring at the table would be weak. She settled on looking over the left shoulder of the Green One.

 

The door opens again, with less force than before, as a figure in a large dark cloak steps in quickly getting out of the rain and closes the door. The figure looks around for a moment then moves to a vacant corner. sheding the cloak, shaking the water from it before drapping it over an empty chair at the table the man props a bow and quiver in the corner before sitting down.

He is an average looking man lean of build, his long dark hair streaked with silver doesnt really match is face which seems to belong to a younger man. dressed in plain leathers he appears to be just another huntsman caught out in the weather.

He sits back stretching a bit as he waits for the wench to notice him and looks around the common room again.