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Taking a cue from the podcast on how prelude adventures help define characters, I would like to suggest we something similar. This is a technique I've used for many years in face to face and tabletop games.
My most recent pulp PBEM used this method to introduce each character. The players were really happy with the results, they said it made the characters come alive for them quicker than in other games where it takes a a while to get the feel of the character your playing. here is a sample that I used on my blog. |
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This sounds like a great idea. I need to finalize my character, so I may need some help from the community here at Midnight's Lair. I can still play the newbie card, right? |
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- Erik / Midnight
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I think that many role-players get confused between "Fair" and "Balanced". "Fair" is a function of "Trust", Either in the GM, or the whims of Fate as represented by the Dice. A Mechanically "Balanced" system is a substitute for "Trust" and "Fair Play" to insure that Immature players or GM's don't abuse to gain an "Unfair" advantage over the others. I feel really sorry for any role playing group that feels they NEED a game to be "balanced". It's not the kind of group I want to play in. ![]() __________________________________ Playing: TFT [Company of the Black Rose], M&M [PMikey's The Crusaders! - On Hiatus.] GMing: Nothing Yet!!! Reading: Villains & Vigilantes 2.1, DC Adventures On the Boil: St. - Nicolas, LA City of Thieves? (DC Adventures / M&M 3rd Edition) MY SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR VOICE IS IN RED |
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For the Crimson Skies game about to begin. If anyone wants to have a short encounter for their character as Evil DM posted on his blog (see link above) then start it here and I'll follow you along.
It should be a short descriptive adventure to let us discover your character. Start the posts and I'll help you integrate them into the Crimson Skies: Aces High world!
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Playing: TFT [Company of the Black Rose], M&M [PMikey's The Crusaders! - On Hiatus.] GMing: Midnight (WFRP 2ed.) Reading: Legends of Honor and Intrigue (BoL). Pending: Playtesting Honor and Intrigue (BoL). Perculating: Midnight Setting for the above campaign. Challenge My Brute if you Dare! |
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Posted this tenative prelude privately to WhiteWolf ...
here it is in all its rough glory for everyone to comment on and view .. it is subject to edits from me and the GM/ DM/ Storyteller/Gaming God(ess)/ head muckity muck .. it is also subject to the locale changing in case we have other pcs elsewhere in the US and we need interaction ... It was the tail end of yet another beautiful day in the paradise known as Honolulu, Hawaii. Away from all the beautiful beaches that the tourists flocked to were all the seedy areas of the Island. In one of these areas, one Natalie Grayson strolled out of a non-descript brothel on a long forgotten street. The building had a weathered sign over an equally weathered door that called attention to the fact that one was at Miss Wiggins’ Finishing School. Natalie chuckled over the sign and shook her head over the thought that she had been reduced to seducing low level pilots who were in the service of the Kingdom of Hawaii to get some some of her info [sometimes with the aid of sodium pentothal]. Her currrent conquest lay upstairs asleep with a smile on his face. Natalie had paid the director of the brothel an undisclosed amount to let her have access to the rube. Natalie had also paid a few extra dollars to convince the director not to roll the rube. This allowed Natalie to feel she had some morals left. If the director went back on the deal it was out of Natalie's hands.Natalie walked through a dark passage between more weathered buildings, took off the cheap blonde wig she wore and then buried it in a trash can. She let her luxurious red locks fall down to the base of her shoulder blades. She lit a cigarette, took a few puffs and walked to the third flop house she had used in the last six months. Once there she stubbed out the cigarette and entered. Natalie gathered up the few possessions she had and exited for the last time. She then took a taxi to where she knew there was a secure phone connection. The info that she had gathered from the flyboy could lead to a great story that her editor, one George Kimball, would consider it worth bringing her back to Los Angeles and to the Atlas World Weekly . George had sent her away because of two stories in a row that had led to Natalie being confronted by black marketeers in a dark alley. This had led in turn to a quick exit on a cargo plane headed west. AWW had decided to keep Natalie on as the junior writer [using a nom de plume of course]on the fashion pages in the AAW written for the Hawaiian market. Natalie wanted to have the paper pay for the flight rather than spend her own limited resources. She also needed someone there to be in the know as to when it was safe for her to return. She secured her things at the nearby bus station and walked over to the Hotel Excelsior, which had a secure telephone line. Natalie went into the secure telephone booth, made a collect call and quickly read off a story she had written prior to her brothel stint. She added a teaser for the flyboy’s info and although the editor seemed enthusiastic a flight back to LA would have to be thought about. She was told to wait an hour and check at the Western Union office for any news. Natalie exited the hotel she had been in and lit a cigarette. She inhaled and exhaled and thought about taking a slow boat to the mainland if she had to. She inhaled and exhaled again then put out her cigarette. She pulled out her compact and fixed her make-up and hair. Some boys ran through the crowd and stopped at her. They mimicked her and ran off chuckling but she paid them no mind. Natalie was too busy concentrating on the crowd entering the Excelsior at the moment. Among the throng was a member of the Kingdom of Hawaii's militia in his pressed dress uniform. Natalie had to surpress a smile as she made like she was in a hurry and collided with the rube. Natalie put all the charm she could muster on the line and convinced the man he had bumped into her. The flyboy was more than thrilled to ask Natalie to have a few drinks with him in the hotel bar to apologize.. Natalie made her exit an hour later from her mark and then made her way to Western Union in a round about way. She found she had a message from her editor waiting. Natalie wondered if she were finally off this rock and if she were getting paid for her last story. [nearly complete character sheet here: http://www.midnightslair.com/forum/s...ead.php?t=3022] Last edited by PumamanRedux; 05-28-2008 at 11:53 AM. |
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*Dabo pulls out the BANnon...aims for the groin and FIRES!!!!
BOOM!!! Welcome to the pink mist club
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spuɐɥ ɹnoʎ uo ǝɯıʇ ɥɔnɯ ooʇ ǝʌɐɥ ʇsnɾ noʎ 'sǝɯıʇǝɯosFUTPA Chucky and Larry MyDeviant Art Page ![]() Fight my Brutess |
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He blewed up good! Real good!
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