Ewtron
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| 30 Jul 2012 09:52 AM |
So. I'm back from a one-month hiatus (the internet around the town has been so slow as to be non-existent), and I woke up with a great idea! Mind you, at the time it was character based, but I'm going to adapt it. What I've noticed with fantasy roleplays is that they almost never pay attention to the mythical creatures of the sea, and if they do, it's mermaids. Always.
I was thinking... What about the sea monsters, the leviathans, the Kraken, Jormungandr, Nessie, Issie, MerPEOPLE (not just mermaids), and the cold, dark waters of the Atlantic, not tropical seas like what is usually depicted? What could I do to turn this theme and setting(s) into a roleplay that will last beyond ten pages (my normal RP lifespan)?
(I'll continue this collab when I get down to my Dad's; Right now I have to go. Please offer some ideas.) |
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| 30 Jul 2012 09:54 AM |
| Heh. I had a fantasy collab a while ago that had most of these things. Discontinued it though. |
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Ewtron
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| 30 Jul 2012 02:06 PM |
| Well, do you have something of an idea that you'd like to share? |
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| 30 Jul 2012 02:08 PM |
| Make it realistic (thirst and hunger) and add a lot of lore and depth. Good luck :D. |
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Ewtron
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| 31 Jul 2012 09:35 AM |
I always do. That bit about thirst and hunger has always bothered me in video games. How come these RPG heroes never have to eat or drink at all in the game? What are they, immortal?
What about plot, though? What's the main conflict (inner or outer)? The antagonistic force? The one thing that brings all of the player's characters together? How can I make this last without some nitwit godmodding the plot and saying "I killz u I win"? |
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Ewtron
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| 31 Jul 2012 10:12 AM |
| We could have a fantasy government vs rebels thingy. |
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Ewtron
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| 31 Jul 2012 10:16 AM |
| Nah. That's overdone. I'm thinking about the interaction between the sea creatures of myth and modern-day humanity (with everything that follows). |
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| 31 Jul 2012 10:17 AM |
If you're truly going to make a Fantasy RP with conflicts, make killing/assaulting other players and dying possible. Nothing feels quite as disheartening when you figure out you are essentially immortal. |
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| 31 Jul 2012 10:19 AM |
| Sea creatures have been threatening harbor towns lately, and your character is part of the guard deployment sent there? Or someone in the harbor, looking to protect their stuff. |
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Ewtron
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| 31 Jul 2012 10:22 AM |
| But it has to be within the plot of the story. It can't just be "lol gunshot i killz u" right out of the blue. It would be even more disheartening to have an OC that you have developed and put your heart into die all of a sudden. Maturity is greatly needed in this aspect, but I'm uncertain if the average populus of RP is mature enough to handle the death of their character with dignity. |
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| 31 Jul 2012 10:28 AM |
| I don't know have you seen the Hunger games threads? People usually are content with their character getting killed off there. I sometimes just lurk on those things until someone rages that they died. |
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Pruz
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| 31 Jul 2012 11:05 AM |
| I have a thread with all the sequels equal over 500 pages, prototype about 40. |
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Ewtron
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| 31 Jul 2012 02:13 PM |
^ That's nice...
^^ Yes, because character killing is the name of the game... literally. I don't want this thing to be all about conflict. I want it to be real life, but clashing with this fantasy world.
Jeez... maybe this would be a better book than roleplay... |
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Pruz
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| 31 Jul 2012 02:20 PM |
^ I'm making a book.
^^^ I got a shot today. It hurts.
^^ Dang I, my work is surely great isn't it? |
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| 31 Jul 2012 02:22 PM |
| ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ What's the book about? I'm also making a book :D. |
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| 31 Jul 2012 02:50 PM |
I'll tell you my plot later.... I'm being watched by the parental forces of evil. >_> |
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Ewtron
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| 31 Jul 2012 04:20 PM |
Thank Buddha, they've taken their nightly nap.
So, this is how the plot-line, summed up, went in my daydream (I often half-dream as I wake up): A great ocean spirit that look the form of a leviathan (sea-serpent) was captured by a fishing vessel and brought back to land. The fishermen, frightened by what they had caught, ran to shore after mooring their boat, leaving the spirit alone. He took the form of a human man and walked to shore. He was weak from having been away from water for hours, and sought help at a local village. He lived as an ordinary human in the village for months before falling in love with a beautiful human, named Evangeline. They married and had a son... But the boy was born with hair as dark as the northern seas, and haunting blue eyes. An inverted triangle was marked on his arm, an alchemical symbol for water. Evangeline questioned the man whom she had loved so dearly, and he fled to the seas in despair and sadness. He told her everything about him, that his name was Skrimsli and that he had to return to his home in the ocean but did not want to leave, as he would forever miss her. He transformed back into the monstrous leviathan, his strength having returned, and slipped beneath the waves, never to be seen again. Evangeline was now fearful of her only son and left him at an orphanage. He grew into a strong young man, but he always felt a strange connection to the sea. Sooner or later, he would have to find his true ancestry. |
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Ewtron
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| 31 Jul 2012 05:15 PM |
bump... ._.
...This gives me the bizarre feeling that nobody liked my idea... |
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Pruz
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| 31 Jul 2012 07:52 PM |
So Far IN MY story I have...
Never Ending♪
Braden got out of his bed and rubbed his eyes. He felt like he was still tired, but he felt really hungry. He opened the cupboard on top of the sink and took out the fork and put it on a plate at the kitchen table. Braden put a waffle in the toaster as he rubbed his eyes. He didn’t want to be a part of a family that didn’t care about him. He just wanted to be a person who was cared about. DING! The toaster was done. The toaster startled Braden and made him step back. He took the waffle out in anger and stuffed it into his mouth. He forgot about the syrup but he didn’t care about it. Braden walked back upstairs and took a book called “Reverse” and travelled back downstairs with his black hair waving. Braden walked outside and sat down onto his porch and he saw his younger sister playing with her neighbor. Braden felt bored as ever, he never had a good day; Even when he had time with his father it was still the worst day ever to him! When his sister Millie always asked him to play with her he still yelled NO! He didn’t think it would be that fun for him, although he never tried it. Being in the spotlight of boredom was so worth it for him. He liked to do everything by himself since his dad had no care for him; also his mom! But she passed away 3 years ago. Disappeared in the void of space, in the abyss of a white space, the opposite of life; death. Death was such a hard offer, even for a young athletic boy like Braden. Braden took out the book and started reading his own flow of words vibrating onto his own tongue. His only passion was to read. Read, read, read, read, and read… Why? Because of his own style of course! Reading only made life easier for him. He closed his eyes imagining he was in his own world. Color and full of life leaked into his mind. His only fun thing to do was not a thing; he never liked to do anything fun. Braden just read and read books. Well, it was the middle of summer also! Being a teen for Braden really was a short hassle. He tried to smooth things out, but it didn’t seem to change. He kept on reading where the reading really wasn’t a hassle. At 10:00 AM Braden and Millie got into the brown corvette with their dad Patrick on the stick. They were headed to Reddot; which was a store on Maple Street. Patrick changed the stick to reverse and backed up out of the driveway. He started to turn left to turn right; as he put the stick into drive. “So…” Millie said. “Braden why are you so grumpy all of the time?” Braden frowned like he normally does after every time someone talks. “Don’t talk to me!” Braden said groaning. His whole life was bad since he was 4; always trying to do things his way, no one else’s. Millie started to frown, about to cry again with her head down and her hands over her eyes. “Stop being such a whiney baby!” Braden says hearing her cry and not looking at her. “Now stop Braden.” Patrick said as he continued driving. Patrick did a harsh turn towards the right, while some boxes in the back seat almost fell on top of Millie. Millie turned to see the boxes almost crush her. Millie sighed as she wiped the tears off of her. “Sorry Millie, I guess I’m a little rusty after not driving for a while.” Patrick said sighing also. The car suddenly stopped at the beach. A glorious scene for making Braden forget about just reading for fun, Patrick thought. The family started to hassle out of the corvette. “Why are we here, I thought we were going to Reddots?” Braden frowned. He didn’t want to be beside the Jacksonville, Florida Beach. He wanted to buy a game and see what his friends are talking about when they say “games”. Millie smiled. “Yay, beaches!” Braden thought she didn’t want to be anywhere else besides the beach. He wanted to be alone for good; No one besides his friends to cheer him on. “Remember the last time we went to the beach?” Patrick asked with a smile. “Yes, and I hated it!” Braden yelled at him for bringing it up. Millie smiled. “Oh, you need to take some time to relax and enjoy it!” Millie replied walking towards the beach. “Whatever.” Braden said as he walked into the lockers and started changing, Braden’s friend Darin walked up towards Patrick. “I knew Braden would be here!” Darin said as he bent down and panted. “Hey Darin!” Millie replied as she grinned with glee. “Ey, Milley!” Darin continued trying to make it rhyme. His voice sounded quite mellifluous and pleasing to the ear, as if a bird was singing its own new blue jay song. “You make great songs!” Millie said to him smiling. “I know I do! And I know it’s true.” Darin still tried to make it rhyme. He’s a song fanatic for some reason. Braden thought Darin was madly in love with her, and that really is true! Darin smiled back and Millie blew a kiss. “See you later babycakes!” Darin said smiling with his shiny teeth and walking away. He started to go back to his area of the beach while Braden came out dressed in his orange swimming trunks. “Did I just hear Darin?” Braden asked. “Yes, He is over by the “concession stand.” Patrick said pointing. Braden ran towards where Darin was. “It’s working!” Millie said smiling gladly. Braden went towards the concession stand. “Darin!” Braden said smiling. “Bradan, my man!” Darin sung rhyming like he usually does, “Why are you here?!?” Braden asked. “Well uh, your dad was trying to keep you ha… I mean!... Uh, beaches are fun, and I wanted to express that! Heh… Yeah, that’s it…” Braden felt extremely confused, but he knew what he was about to say. “My dad used you?...” Braden started to tear up. “I knew you were a hoax for me! That’s it I’m leaving!” Darin started to feel bad for him. “No, no. Don’t leave me here like I’m an open book.” Darin sang. “I am your friend, don’t take that under consideration. I am your friend. I wouldn’t use you for a dollar. Even though I wanted to give you a holler. Do you listen to what I know? Is it a flashback, or is it a show? I think you don’t know what I mean, but can we just start and come out clean? Bra-a-a-den, I am your… friend.” Braden didn’t care anymore about what Darin sang. He just cried while walking back to his family with Darin following him. “You’re not my friend anymore!” Braden yelled. “Whelp, that didn’t work out as good as we had planned.” Patrick whispered to Millie and Darin. “You bet it didn’t!” Braden yelled as he sat back down into the car. Braden cried that his best friend was gone. He turned his head so they couldn’t see. Braden felt totally embarrassed. He started to read the book “Reverse” again. He didn’t look up to see Millie looking at him. She knocked on the window, hoping that Braden would hear. He didn’t look up. He just kept on reading. Passionate reading only for Braden. Braden was devastated about himself hanging out with Darin. He started to hate Darin for what he did to him. Braden looked up again seeing Millie to his right. “Hey…” She said so only he could hear. “What are you here for?” Braden said only paying attention to himself and not Millie. “Well…” Millie hesitated. “Sorry.” Millie says tearing up. ‘Oh, here it goes again.’ Braden thought. He got out of the car and went behind a tree and plugged his ears to block off her sound of whining. “Braden,” Patrick yelled as he came over and put Millie on his back. “I told you stop it!” Patrick continued as he pats Millie on her back. Braden kind of felt a little bit sad because he did that. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn’t! He wanted one mood, and that was to be hateful throughout his life. He always wanted to be mad for some inadequate reason. Nobody knew why, not even Darin. Darin never knew that Braden even has been sad in his life! Darin thought Braden was fun to hang out with and other things. Darin was sad about one thing, Braden. Now that Braden liked Darin singing, he thinks now that singing is totally overrated whatsoever; he will never change his mind. Patrick went into the car with Braden and Millie. Patrick was mad as ever; while Braden was mad at his dad. They never get along quite well; they just fought and fought no matter where they go. It still wouldn’t change from Braden OR Patrick’s point-of-view. Patrick did a sharp turn and Braden flew out of the car, breaking the window and rolling onto the thick gravel and thin grass. “Ouch, ouch, ow!!!” Is what Braden repeated rolling downhill. Braden hit his head a multiple amount of times as he thought his soul was about to come out of his body. He wasn’t really dead, he just hit a tree and it was over. All of the rolling stopped, and the breeze was still flowing. The entire world at peace; well, at least Braden didn’t fall to his death. He got up off of the ground and staggered to the left trying to see how well his feet were. It seemed like Braden was in some sort of daze. But he was in another town, although he didn’t know which it was. He found himself walking from beside the water about thirty meters from the beach. He decided not to go back, but Darin decided to follow him; All the way to the twenty-ninth meter. He wanted to stay back just in case.
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| 01 Aug 2012 10:16 AM |
| Pruz, for the love of god this is not a place for you to advertise your roleplays. |
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| 01 Aug 2012 10:21 AM |
| Even still, it's not a place for him to drop a text-tower about something completely unrelated. |
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