Is ANYONE participating anymore, or not?
I purposely took Nyx out for a while to give the rest of you a shot at it. All right. Looks like it's up to me, then.
Though the sun had set not long before, the town of Kvatch shone with an eerie red light.
No one noticed it at first. The guards were busy with changing shifts. This required the usual rounds of exchanging information about the the previous shift and more often, just swapping stories. The businesses had closed shop for the evening, and everyone who didn't have business being outside after dark was inside their homes. Most of them were already settling in for the night.
Nyxalinth, however, was not.
She shifted edgily in her seat at the inn, staring into the fire. Her companion, a rather grim looking 'Dunmer' man, regarded her with no small concern.
"I feel it too," Dhevez told her at last.
She shook her head. "These people are going to die. I can't do a thing about it. Even if I could, who would believe me? "You are about to be slaughtered by hordes of Daedra. Have a nice day.""
Dhevez shook his head. Weeks before, the Dremora mage would have had some sarcastic rejoinder to make. He had gone through his own trials, however, and had passed. Nyx was Kyn, and he loved her. Yet there was nothing to be done for it.
"All we can do," he hissed from inside the depths of his hood, "is to make sure we do our best to help once it starts. I know it is your mortal blood speaking. I do not share most of your concern for these creatures: I am here at Prince Daeinde's and Imago Storm's request, nothing more." His usual irritation failed to hide his concern.
"I know better than that," she told him, smiling a little now. Dhevez made a grumpy sound.
"What's happening out there?" one of the barmaids said. She gazed out the window; the red glow had just begun to seep inside, painting the inn's common room with blood red shadows.
The two friends exchanged a look. "So. It begins." Dhevez stood, reaching for the amulet he wore. So long as it hung about his neck, he would appear to these mortals as merely one of their own.
Nyx likewise stood. "Let's have a look, shall we?"
The problem (at least my problem) is that the the G part of the RPG isn't apparent, it seems like I'm just writing a story. While I guess this may not mean much to you, I'm not nor do I wish to be an author, so it means alot more to me. I don't like GMing rpgs not just because I'm horrible at organizing, but also because I don't find it fun. I'm far too uncoordinated to do a good job, and far too nitpicky to do a bad one. Er, I'm off topic again.
Well the point is that the reason I don't post much (though I do check in about every other day) is that I'm really not all that creative on my own and require something to play off of most of the time.
This is more of an.. interactive story? kind of thing. It can work, but posts are usually further apart and much longer than those two-sentance fast-paced style of RP's. If you want to interact with another player, you have to contact them and work out what's going to happen, then you write your post.
I, personally, like this style of RP much more, but it's certainly not for everyone. You have to put time and energy into it and, like you said, if you don't want to actually write, as in, try to create a story, then it's probably not the best idea for you.
Having said that, you don't have to want to be an author to participate, you only have to be capable of continuing in a story and working with the other players. It is work, but it can be loads of fun when everyone starts working together :)
Much better said than I can manage on four hour's sleep, that's for sure. i'm sure I cam across all cranky. My point remains: I know it's not to everyone's liking but certainly no one is being made to stay if they don't like it.