Online Literature Roleplay - Part I

Btw, it is not considered good tone in fRPGs to control anyhow another players character without permission. (actually it is considered damn rude). The GM can be excused, but it shouldn't be done by players. This can be annoying when doing a dialogue or a conversation, but it is useful. The game is more balanced and orderly when everyone can just command their characters, also the players know the characters better than the others do and if other players start controlling theirs, they might accidentally do something that is totally against the logic of the character.
Example:
Character A is terribly frightened of coffee(yeah, freaky, we know). A grievous accident in his childhood. He hasn't yet informed other characters of this.
Now let's suppose player B controls both of them:
B:Would you like a cup of coffee?
A:Why, of course, thank you.
See the dislogic?
Also, please, no metagaming - it means that your character doesn't know what you know. You can read Loki's post about the wizard and his shapechanging and stuff, but your character can't.
*end rant*

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It was much, much cosier. The words, logicks, feelings, smells and, most important, the magick were coming back. We felt it not just in our bones but also in our flesh and blood and feathers and skin and soul. It was coming back, like you start feeling your legs again near a source of warmth. Here, the source of warmth was life. We felt almost dizzy.
Chess was nothing. We could play it well, looking the board through our five eyes, but we didn't concentrate. It was merely a delusion. There was so much life around (just the almost brutal life force of the Smilies!) that our presence didn't even damage any of them. They continued with their lives.
The Harlequin whispered some advice in one of our ears.
Well, we all should have a source of some pride, so we followed his advice. Checkmate, apparently. He seems to be a good player and strong of life force.
Anyway, as much pleasures as chess has, now we had had enough.
"Thank you for the game," we said, rose and wanted to leave the table.
Then, we stopped for a moment, broke a piece from the edge of the chess board broke it in two, and put it in our mouths. Then we made the board whole again.
It is hard to tell, which was sweeter - the piece of chocolate or doing the simplest of spells again. Hoping that nobody would notice, we put a candle in the other corner of the room out and lit it again.
Oh, this felt good. And we weren't drained of energy. We were refilled just after the magick. Such life.
This evening was going to be better than we would have imagined.

Ok question is miss darcy going to be evil astrid or what and if so is she also the wizard :confused:

sorry....
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Hmmmm.....that was magic. I noticed out of the corner of my third eye that someone used magic to light a candle across the room. I was speculating on who had done that: Lady, Crow, Vala, Laurence, or....Astrid? That wasn't Astrid... there was something about that was different about her that I hadn't noticed. A strange, yet familiar essence claimed this body. I must be sleepier than I thought because that particular essence was of one that I had fought in my past many times but not in this time or world for that matter would these battles take place. The last battle was going to be the final fight between us and two higher powers. As we fought he alluded to leaving if he was about to lose. I, at the time, didn't realize what was to happen until I couldn't stop him. I had him weaponless (including magic) after one month of dueling. I thought he was finished until he disappeared into thin air. I was able to trace that essence back to this time and world. If he's here then everyone is in grave danger and I need to stop him as soon as I possibly could. Slowly but surely, those adventures and suspicions left my mind as I left the concious world into sleep.

Have I mentioned that the circular smilies (without arms that is0 about the size of a pool/snooker ball. Nana is 12in/30cm high (avrage ruler length) and Wave:wave: is slightly shorter.
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I was trying to concentrate on my next shot which was harrd because of the beavutiful wafting smell of chocolate coming from the chess board and Nana who had snuck a bite from the corner that has yet to be noticed. Some of the smilies were rolling around the pool table which waasnt helping matters either.
Finally I got them all off the table out of the way of the stick (whats it called a Q or is it cue?) when a smilie rolled towards Astrids feet. Suddenlly I realised somthing was wrong and my hair started to stand up and turn white on its own, this was a danger sign inheirted from the Banshee side of the family but in me it does not signal death of a human but danger to my charges. And only one person alive or dead was really any risk to them. He has found us and must be very close by. I have put these poor people at risk I will have to leave soon.

The cold stone floor of the cellar reflected the low, vaulted ceiling which looked as though it might fall down any minute.
I gazed at my feet, shivering. Where was Laurence? And, more importantly, how had I got there? Why was the door locked?
I paced the floor, my footsteps echoing throughout the cellar as I thought, thought, thought...
I had been dizzy, I knew that. I had been falling, falling, falling through apparent nothingness - falling through a void in space. That was the point at which time stopped...and then I had seen Laurence, much older than he was now, in a distant land on camelback...there was someone with him...two figures, on similarly one-humped camels. One had a long, dark, veil, and the other had a large, black bird on his shoulder...I was then suddenly jerked into the present, into the dark, musty world of the Claremont Castle Cellar.
Yes, none of that made sense, but that was all I remembered. I didn't know how long I had been in the cellar - hours, days, weeks...months, even? There was a ghostly quiet settled on the air like a vapoursome spirit.
I perched myself on one of the barrels of wine and waited.