Wow, overwhelmingly for the Venator campaign. I'm cool with that!
I'll have a sign-up topic up in a few days; might be more like a week or so, depending on how long it takes me to finish detailing my outline. In the meantime, the sign-up requirements will be pretty simple: just be a Venator.
Feel free to start working on your character(s), and if anyone has any questions, don't be shy.
I'm up for both, but I'm leaning towards the Northern RP because I know that I'm just going to play as Agethar again for the Venator one.
Except you sound very bored with that. So play as someone else, if you've lost interest in Agethar. There's absolutely no hard and fast rule requiring you to play as him simply because it's a Venator campaign. You should only play as a character you're actually interested in exploring.
I've come up with a few concepts; still vague, at this point, but they're starters. I'm going to go ahead and toss up the general ideas here so those interested can let me know which one sounds best.
1: We play as the villains. I kind of wanted to do this with the Weeping Mage in Chasing Shadows, but since I didn't communicate it that well and didn't rp it too well, he ended up dying like a total dumb@$$. I would love to play as either a Hidden or Umbra Coven character, or at least some sort of mage related campaign so I could bring back Bale.
2: Some sort of campaign where we don't really play as any major faction, just mercenaries. I need an excuse to play as theseguys.
I have always wanted to do a villain RP; I attempted some long in the past, but they never really went very well for assorted reasons, including that most players don't have much interest in playing very evil characters. I always wanted to do one involving the Chaos races, or possibly even something set in Nidavellir...
Delving Too Deep was essentially my latest foray into the "mismatched group of adventurers/mercenaries of no particular faction." The primary issue comes back to what Sareth mentioned about a total lack of party cohesion. I may try another of those in the future, but I'm going to steer away from those for now, I think.
So, here are my current ideas:
The Venator RP from that old poll. I wouldn't expect or require anyone to play any existing characters, and it wouldn't require any previous knowledge. All players would be Venatori, with possibly some case made for someone outside the faction, as long as they're still Imperials (such as knights). I'm actually getting increasingly fond of this one; I was pretty fond of it when I first came up with it, too.
A RP focusing on Northrim and Nordling clans. Would include politics, adventure, and lore exploration. Berserkers and werewolves would be involved. All players would be Nordlings of potentially various clans, with perhaps some leeway for outsiders who have integrated themselves, but they would have to have extremely close allegiance to a particular clan in order to suit the RP.
Note that all of these RPs would be low fantasy/low magic and require no prior knowledge of Errant events (although, it being a persistent world, players' actions in it will remain constant). I often feel like Errant is too high in magic, more often than not, and it'd be fun to try steering away from that for a while and at least trying to do something closer to the heart of the setting.
Let me know what you think. And if anyone has any suggestions at all, or any particular region or bit of lore they'd like to explore, or faction they'd like to be a part of, or even a specific character they'd like to use, let me know. I want to make something everyone will be inspired to join and stick with.
I also watched Thor: Ragnarok which was alright, I guess. I loved all the mythological/sci-fi designs in this one, and I even liked that ship that they made into a Lego set. Hela, Skurge and Korg are definitely the best parts of this movie, and it was fun to watch Kate Blanchett run around as Evil Galadriel for the whole movie. The biggest problem that I had with the movie is that the special effects in some scenes were really noticeable
So you were angry about Wonder Woman butchering Greek mythology, but the complete and total merciless devastation of Norse mythology in Thor: Rangarok is fine?
Last year, Taff and I started to RP together in Guild Wars 2, and I really wasn’t really expecting to find my inspiration to write again, there or anywhere else. But I did find it there. And, more importantly, I rediscovered the ability to actually enjoy writing something. These drabbles are pretty definitely some of the best things I’ve written for a long time, and now I’m finally starting to write again thanks to it all. As a bonus, I don’t think I’ve ever shipped two characters as hard as I ship Caid and Sadja, and that’s helped make these an absolute joy to write. I expect I’ll miss these two during our GW2 breaks and have to come back to them pretty frequently, since they’re something extra special to me now (plus, anything I write involving Sadja will be at least 1k words long, guaranteed).
The drabbles are entitled Tempered Hearts, and Taff's accompanying drabble series is Come Up For Air. They're interconnected, and they're now fully edited and uploaded on AO3, a fan-fiction site with a nice system. Be sure to read the notes for each chapter, so you can find Taff (my RP partner and creator/player of Sadja Shielding)'s drabbles that correspond with mine. Her writing is absolutely excellent, and these drabbles aren't even the finest example of her work.
So if you want to read what I've really, really enjoyed writing most lately... go there and take a look. Feel free to post comments about them here, as well, though, since AO3's account system is based around invites, so it's not super comment-friendly unless you're a writer on there, too.
Fair warning, though - the drabbles contain strong language and very mild sexuality.
So I want to get Errant going again. I may not be as active as I used to be, since I have such ambitious projects underway at the moment. But I hate to let this stay dead, especially now that a new year's getting properly going.
I'm not going to bother making a poll and such, since what I'm looking for right now is discussion and opinions. What would you guys like to see next from Errant this year? What kind of campaign(s) would you want to participate in, and what do you want from them? Give me all your thoughts.
Wolfie, Zachary Levi is here and he's looking really buff! He made a really good joke about microtransactions, too. Chuck doing the lord's work.
If I wasn't married to Chris Redfield, I would've married that man already, I swear.
I tuned in to the awards just long enough to - thankfully - catch that bit, thanks to Burgs letting me know about it on Discord. I didn't know the awards were tonight, aaahh - I'm so out of it lately. But I can't watch them anyway, cause my internet sucks too bad...
So, once again, I will just go through this thread afterward and read your summary and reactions, Ocey.
But YEAH SERIOUSLY THAT MAN'S SHOULDERS. DAYUM, ZAC. <3 I'm hyped are you hyped *ahem* I mean... video games, yes.
For the record, I'm planning to write more of the prompts suggested in here very soon. I'm currently working on a novel project focusing on Caiden, so I'm mostly writing about him right now for warmups and practice in-between big novel-writing sessions. But as I shift focus to the sequel to Knightfall, I'll definitely be revisiting the prompts in here.
Got a new drabble, this one is another Guild Wars 2 one. Due to language (one f-bomb, again, and a few minor curses), I'll be linking to it again.
Snuggles are getting a little more frequent, the relationship running ever deeper. At least, when Caid isn't busy being hungry and doing something pretty damn stupid.
For some reason when I read this, I had this mental image of Drake attempting to seduce Scaevius.
I will gladly accept this as a belated birthday gift if you decide to toss aside your morals to write that.
But here are some more serious prompts:
One of your characters meets one of Scorp's, i.e. Plutarch meets Lysander.
Point of view story told by a minor character, for example, a peasant tells a story about meeting Drake. Or alternatively:
Point of view story told by a enemy, for example, a undead creature talks about his master being killed.
Tell me, does that sound like something Tom would ever do? Especially since he's barely even capable of being in the same room as Scaevius without trying to insult him, regardless of his authority.
Fun prompts! I'll definitely give some of these a shot. The very last one there, though... you may be interested in a project I'm working on.
And the first one... reminds me just how badly Scorp and I need to go back and finish an old project of ours that we were co-writing. Interested in hearing about some Silent Messenger adventures of Hanan and Kye?
Well, I'll be honest, my brain shrivels up and blows away in the wind when I try to sit down and write another DM post for this.
Would anyone be too terribly hurt if I just announced this campaign's death? Because, as much as I want to continue Errant, this one isn't working out. I can write what is essentially a summary post and simplify an ending, and everyone can decide where their characters go after that, but the complications in-between regarding the celestial, etc., or the archdemon if you guys ended up summoning one of those, sound interesting in theory, but actually writing those DM posts just isn't working for me.
I... didn't actually think they'd do something that sounds so right.
Admittedly, this... this makes my heart hurt for Resident Evil, because I'm such a RE fangirl... and RE got such bad treatment... I love DMC, obviously, and this is insanely exciting, but it makes me really sad for RE's sake.
I wrote another quick thing. I'll toss my Tumblr post up here for simplicity...
Again, warning: language.
I wrote another thing inspired by the RPing Taff and I get up to in Guild Wars 2. I’m starting to try working with scenes from Caiden’s POV in a novel I’m writing, but it’s very... challenging for me, in more ways than one.
So, since we had some totally amazing RP moments going on today (not that we don’t always), I figured it might be good practice to try writing a fun little drabble from his POV of their camping tonight, just to try getting into his head and writing some thoughts and stuff.
It ended up being, um... a lot longer than I originally intended. This was gonna just be a super little thing, but I kind of got into it.
He couldn’t sleep. The hard rocks under his back – or under his side, or his stomach, however he tried to lay – should’ve been what kept him awake. But it wasn’t. Caiden had slept on harder things. Worse things. And he’d slept in filthier places – more dangerous places.
No, it wasn’t anything like that. It was her.
He rolled over again, daring to peer at Sadja as she lay, maybe asleep, on the other side of the precarious perch where they slept: the top of some largely crumbled ruins, on a little platform of stone that reached straight up to the sky. It offered a good view of the entire fen, plus it was almost high enough you couldn’t quite smell it so strong.
She’d picked the spot. They had been here before, even slept here before. Felt almost like a long time ago now, after all they had been through. Together. That was the most important part.
Or was it?
Caiden had plenty of partners in the past. Students, even, if that was really the word for them. People he’d mentored, anyway. Watched, helped, guarded, guided – even if he sometimes found himself kept on track by them more than the alternative. It was hard to think of them as “students,” considering how capable they had all been already. Including her. Especially her.
He was doing it again. Shifting in some vague discomfort with himself – or was it disappointment, or annoyance? – he turned over for perhaps the dozenth time tonight, looking out across the fen instead of at her. Caiden took a deep breath and then regretted it. Turned out you could still smell the swamp pretty strongly up here.
His fingers absently found his longbow – a recent acquisition, given he vastly preferred his sword and shield. A slime monster slid around not too far underneath him. The sound annoyed him, or at least it did right now, even as quiet as it was. It probably wouldn’t have at any other time.
So he took his bow in an unnecessarily iron grip, sat up, and reached for an arrow. Drawing it back, he squinted his eye – aiming with one eye was a bitch, it’d taken him years to get used to it – and loosed.
The arrow was enough to knock the ooze, now formed into a ridiculous little bouncing ball that made for a difficult target, straight off the edge of the ruins. It flew so he barely heard the splat, somewhere far below.
It didn’t help.
Caiden set his bow aside again, a guttural sigh rumbling in his chest. Now something was wrong with him, too. He was used to worrying, and used to far worse things, but he could push everything aside in the face of his mission. Once he’d learned to compartmentalize, he had even learned how to sleep again. He’d been able to sleep for years, despite the things in his head. The sights, the smells, the sounds – things he couldn’t forget. All he had been through, fought through. Things that still haunted him.
Including the people he used to worry about. Most of them were gone now, one way or another. Usually the worst ways. Ways he couldn’t save them from. Sometimes he had even had to watch.
And now she was flinging herself around like she almost wanted to be lost that way, too. The jokes were quiet. The teasing was gone. All the things he’d thought he hated but ended up enjoying. Getting used to.
And, at this point, missing. Everything from her telling him not to eat like the bottomless pit he was or not to get himself drunk, right down to berating his endless stoicism and discipline, to the point that he’d found himself being dragged out of his once-impenetrable shell, inch by inch, by a hook in his navel like she’d caught him on a fishing line.
He even missed hearing her laugh at him and rib him over getting an undead’s hammer straight to his sternum and being thrown flat on his ass, wind knocked out of his lungs. Pointing out, unnecessarily, that yes, that drake had, in fact, swallowed him whole. As if he hadn’t noticed. Thanks for the reminders now and then.
And yet all of it made getting the shit beaten out of him not seem so bad, as long as she was fighting by his side.
He probably ought to just back off and let her get over it. But when she was flying into berserk rages and running ahead without looking back, it became hard to let it go. When she nearly died fighting hordes of undead while he struggled somewhere a few feet away, poisoned and weak. Surrounded but distracted, glancing at her every few seconds, even with only the one eye to spare. All but ignoring the assorted jagged-toothed living dead bearing down on him, one thought on his mind: Get her back on her feet.
Now he lay here, staring up at the stars. His eyepatch itched, and he abruptly ripped it off his head and flung it over with his other gear. That wasn’t something he ever did, as self-conscious as he was of the gaping hole in his skull. But, right now, every damn thing annoyed him. Relief from any of it was better than none.
That, and maybe it felt nice to throw something. He wanted to destroy something, with his hands rather than shooting an arrow. But if Sadja was asleep, he wasn’t going to wake her.
All of it kept replaying in his head. Things she’d said. Things she hadn’t said. The silence that had lingered when there previously would have been none, because she would’ve broken it. He kept trying to figure it out. Driving himself crazy. It felt wrong. This should be the last thing on his mind, but it kept clawing its way back to the surface.
Perhaps the most absurd, uncharacteristic part of it all was the simple question that kept knocking against the walls of his skull: Is it me?
Something he was doing? Something he wasn’t doing? Was he giving himself too much credit, making himself too important? Was he completely blowing this all out of proportion? Was he just being a big damn idiot?
And where the hell had his discipline gone?
It used to define him, and now he felt like he’d managed to shunt it all into her and straight out of himself. Gone, at least where she was concerned. But what she had right now wasn’t really discipline, or she wouldn’t be charging headlong into battle… Not that he hadn’t done that his fair share of times.
He actually felt like doing it right now. Walking right down off the particular little formations of ruins that had allowed them to climb up here and finding something to punch. In the face. Hard.
Not helping curb that wrathful desire was the fact that that he still hated himself for not catching up to her in time to haul her up to their perch in his arms, or just over a wide shoulder if she kept fussing, after she’d hurt her leg. No, she’d walked on it instead. Climbed on it.
Something else shoved its way into the front of his mind. Another thing she’d said just a few hours ago, before sundown. “I’m not here to distract you.”
Caiden snorted. His gaze flicked down from the sky to watch another ooze try to make his way up the ruins toward them. Giving it no thought, he found his bow and another arrow, also knocking this one away from their excuse for a camp. Away from Sadja. Away from what he wanted to protect more than anything else. More than saving the world.
I prefer to write prompts about my own characters... That way I'm both warming up for writing and warming up for writing the characters themselves. Plus, it's always good to explore them in unusual ways you might not think of yourself.