Are there plans for somebody specific to make the introductions?  If not, go ahead and use Calder to answer the questions, and make sure that the DotNM and her bard see things.  For the record, she has some freedom to go about the camp, but she's always under heavy guard.  The bard is allowed more freedom, and he is talkative and interested in learning.  Use whatever discretion with him that you want.

I have several of the Band's NSWs in the area, as well as two non-Band NSWs, but the one I think will work best for this RP means that I'll have to wait a little bit before posting.  Should totally be Worth it, though; it's one of my favorite characters to Write at DM.  I'll jump in With one of the others if Things need a push, though.

And sorry for the weird capitalizations.  Computer's a bit stupid.  Should be solved in the very near future, though.

Took care of the extra posts, too.

Again, capitalization on this damned computer is weird.

In one of my fits of cliche, I gave Mehrin a twin Brother who became a Dreadlord.  That makes the NPC Darkfriends easy to come by.  Being a Dreadlord, Money is easy enough to come by, if you kill enough People.  That's how the Mercenaries get into the Picture.  The Whitecloaks are the only sticking question, as I'm sure that they don't go out of their way to track Down every person accused of being a Darkfriend.  However, I handwave it in my head by telling myself that due to his past as the Commander of the largest mercenary army on the continent (The Band of the Red Hand), he's famous enough to be a high-profile Catch.

Basically, all these People are going to be after him because the evil twin Brother becomes stupid when it comes to being dramatic instead of being practical.  The end result is going to be him having that fact thrown in his face when the Whole plan collapses into the biggest backfire in the history of poorly-made plans.

EDIT: The Dreadlord's motivation is that he feels that destroying Mehrin will somehow be a crippling blow to the Light, and he is suffering a slight touch of the Taint from before he was granted protection; he actually believes that the Dark One ordered him to kill Mehrin.

As a further note, I created the Dreadlord character as a way to play With the idea of how a fiendish plan is often the least practical way to get something done.

Pardon the random capitalizations.  This computer is not exactly high on the intelligence scale, apparently.

I'm looking for a few good men and women to help me with an eight-part RP.  Specifically, I'm looking for people to play Children of the Light, Darkfriends, mercenaries, and a couple of villagers.  This roleplay is central to the Development of my main character, Mehrin Mahrvon, and its ending will have a long-lasting impact on the character's future.  Given the way the character has played over the years, the writing will involve combat RPing, conversation RPing, and a fair bit of humoristic RPing.  Basic outline is as follows.

1. Ayrik, a Dreadlord and Mehrin's Brother, sets the Children of the Light, a mercenary band, and a Group of Darkfriends on Mehrin.

2. Mehrin begins hearing rumors about the Children looking for somebody who looks like him.  Group of villagers tries to capture him.

3. First run-in With the Mercenaries.  Small Group ambushes Mehrin.  Short fight ensues.  Mehrin questions Survivor.

4. First run-in With Whitecloaks.  Mehrin stumbles into a Group who hold him and question him.  Mehrin released moments before the man in charge is informed of the desire to capture Mehrin.  Mehrin flees.

5. First run-in With Darkfriends.  One attempts to murder Mehrin in his sleep.  Mehrin pummels Darkfriend, then holds them out the window and asks questions.

6. Injured in an ambush by the Mercenaries, who are in turn ambushed by the Children, Mehrin is rescued by Janine, an Aes Sedai.  Conversation takes Place at Janine's cabin.

7. Darkfriends and Mercenaries attempt to Catch Mehrin in Caemlyn.  Bungle into each other.  Hilarity ensues.

8. Confrontation with members of all Three Groups pursuing Mehrin.

Anybody out there interested?

I'll jump in when I have a few minutes to write something.

Shh.  Just let me keep my delusions.  They're all I have to keep me warm at night.

Well, that and the thought of the world burning to ashes around me while I dance naked in a rain of fire.

*waves at Kynwric, then savors the thought that didn't cross Kynwric's mind as it crosses his mind instead*

Done.

Approved.

Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin.  Job details are here.

I've done several RPs involving two of my own characters.  Nothing wrong with that.  Sometimes you really wanna write, and they're the only options for partners you can find.

Approved.

Approved.

Bovine excrement!  This is the end times!  Repent, sinners, for DM shall be consumed in fire and fear, and it shall be named CloudFlare!  Repent!  Repent, I say!

Oh, and I expect replacements for my cookies.

*puts nails in the cane and labels it as his Motivation Stick*

*strolls in, mixes a drink, flops down in a chair in a dark corner of the room, and grins*

Hey, kids!  I'm Quibby.  People call me Quibby.  No, seriously.  They do.  No joke.  I am the RGL of the Band of the Red Hand.

I have a Green Cloud Dancer by the name of Janine here in the Tower.  In other divisions, I have a nerd with the Band, a blatant movie-character rip-off Dreadlord, and a mercenary who is currently one of the oldest characters at DM (twelve years this year).  Yes, that makes me a relic here.

Now get off my lawn!

Wedge, I am so sorry about this.  If I disappear again, get Kathleen or Myst to email your post to me, and I'll reply through them.  Not ideal, but it'll do to keep things going.

Sorry for the quiet, guys.  DM's still being a bit of a pain in the nether regions.  This is my first time on in almost two weeks.  If you want to get a hold of me for anything, go ahead and poke me on Skype.  I can usually be reached there, if I'm online.

As the edge of the sun touched a distant rock formation that served as a handy timer for many years, Daird set down his soap and looked at the hole that Cairen had spent the morning trying to dig.  As he had expected, the hole was nowhere near large enough.  Not for the first time, though, Daird felt the desire to tell the obviously frustrated young man that he had done well.  Many made more progress than Cairen had, true, but many others had made less.  The fact that he was working with a disfigured hand only made it more impressive.

Walking over to the hole, Daird handed Cairen a water skin and allowed him to drink his fill.  It was a cruel trick to play, really.  Once Cairen had finished, Daird said bluntly, "You failed."  It was an obvious statement, meant to discourage the applicants.  Daird no longer bothered to see whether or not it was effective.  "Fill in the hole, then you will run one hundred laps around the hold."  Not even offering a hand to help Cairen out of the hole, Daird turned back to his stone to collect his soap shavings and return to the hold.  "I expect to see you at dawn tomorrow."

***********

Two weeks had passed since Cairen had dug his first hole, and the new day was about to break.  Leaning against the stone where he usually sat, Daird packed a clay pipe with tabac purchased from a peddler.  There was not enough light yet to read the book he had brought with him, but there would be soon enough.  The arrival of daylight would also allow him to light the pipe; a glowing spot in the shadows was a hard thing to miss seeing in the Three-fold Land.  Punctual as always, Daird heard Cairen's approach.  Daird judged the distance between him and the younger man by sound.  When he walked over one of his filled-in holes around the area, Cairen's quiet footfalls became even harder to hear.

At the change of sound from soft ground to hard, Daird said, "Stop and start digging."

OOC: Don't post all one hundred laps (like I tried to do when I did all this), but post how your body reacts to the running.  Also make mention of how your body's reaction changes over the course of two weeks of digging and running.  You should be able to finish the hole this time, unless you want to fail again.

Sitting on a rock outside the hold, Daird whittled away at a block of soap.  Wood was too precious to waste on such a pointless hobby, but soap was more readily available.  As a bonus, anything that Daird shaved away from the block could be collected and used to make more.  It was likely that the finished product in his hands would be sent off to be remade as well; Daird was not happy with the design shaping underneath his knife.  It was supposed to be a lion, but it was beginning to look more and more like a horse or a donkey.  Possibly a dog.

It was still early, the air still cold and crisp from the previous night, though the sun was beginning to poke its way above the horizon.  Daird had given Cairen instructions to meet him outside the hold at this place at dawn, and he was sure that he would not be late.  Cairen showed excitement and enthusiasm at the prospect of becoming a part of the Sovin Nai.  Both were fine, but both needed to be tempered with caution.  Daird's task was two-fold.  The first purpose of his presence was to make sure that Cairen was fully prepared for the tasks that would be put before him.  The second was to do his best to make Cairen quit.  Anybody who was not dedicated enough to fight their way through the pain that inevitably came from the training had no right to be Sovin Nai.

As the sun came over the horizon, Daird heard soft footfalls on the rock-hard dirt.  Daird did not look up; nobody had any business out here except for Cairen.  "Stop," he said, his eyes still on the misshapen block of soap in his hands.  "You will dig a hole using only your hands.  It must be as deep and wide as you are tall, and twice as long.  If you do not finish before mid-morning, you will run."

The words said, Daird studied his carving again.  Useless.  Crushing it in his hand, Daird took another block of soap from his bag and started again.

OOC: Even with a warrior's training, this task is impossible to complete on your first try.  Try to focus on how your body would feel as you try to dig the hole, and take some time to react to the task, either vocally or in thought.  This thread should only require four or five posts from you, if I've got the mental count right.

Arinth, there's a thread on the Freelanders board regarding the Tinker thing.  Could you go there and elaborate more on what your character is looking for with the RP?  It should give us a better idea of how to proceed.

I think it's mostly supposed to be a meet-and-greet thing.  It sounds like he wants to have a character crisis, where he considers the Way of the Leaf.  I'll prod him to this thread so we can get a better idea.

Yeah, it's happening like a migraine.  Mostly my bad.  Partially CloudFlare's bad.  However, because I am awesome, I am going to say it's all CloudFlare's fault.

... that would have worked better if I hadn't said anything at all.

Hello.  My name is Quibby, and I am a smartass.

Character: Mehrin Mahrvon

NSW in Use: Daird

Threads:

Furthering your training

Regarding Dreams I believe that this one requires your attention, Myst

Cairen favored his unscarred hand, leading with the scarred one.  It was a habit that he would have to unlearn.  Predictability was something that could get a warrior killed.  Thoughts for another time, Daird thought irritably as he rolled above a leg sweep, coming to his feet smoothly.  Daird gave the other man a nod before advancing.  Giving Cairen time to prepare himself would only prolong the dance more than necessary, so he struck quickly.  His hands a blur, Daird struck first at Cairen's face, then at the center of his chest.  Both blows were blocked, but Cairen was unable to recover enough to completely avoid the spinning kick that caught him on the point of his hip.  The blow caused him to stagger, and Daird took advantage of the moment.  A light kick moved Cairen's right foot across his left, and a flat-palmed strike to the chest sent the other man backwards.  Whoever had taught Cairen knew how to defend against such an attack; Cairen turned the fall into a roll, then used the motion of the roll to launch himself back to his feet.  Daird gave the other man another nod.

Advancing again, Daird rained another flurry of blows at Cairen's upper body, which he managed to deflect.  His low kick at Cairen's knee was also deflected.  As soon as Daird's foot landed, he did the same to Cairen's other leg.  This time, Cairen caught the kick and used it as a lever to bring Daird to the ground.  Even as he fell, Daird used his free leg to catch Cairen's leg, bringing him down with him.  Levering himself backward, Daird came to his feet, prepared to face another onslaught.

OOC: I think we've lingered on this stuff long enough.  Use your next post to wrap up the duel.  You're still a new fighter, so victory is not possible, but give yourself a damn good showing.  If DM is still up for me tonight, I'll post your first class.