Hi Shep!

Damn you sound too close to my name....

I'm the new guy here and just recently had my Band character approved.

Hope to have many exciting adventures together! 

-Sherp.

I can feel a major reform necessary to stir up activity here.

I think one of the major downsides to our current RP section is the lack of 'structure'.

I know what this sounds like, How can we not have structure? We've written whole boards on rules etc..

What I mean is there needs to be more consistency and explanation for each new Role Play. When I first saw the role playing sections, I was kind of lost and I found I tended to read RPs that have OCC introductions to what will be happening instead of being thrown right down the deep end.

I'm sure I'm not the only one facing this kind of problem. Role plays are only enjoyable to read once you 'get in to it' and I think the lack of out of community interest, has caused a major declines in fresh writers from participating.

Dragonmount is still the largest, yes?

Any of you guys part of a wheel of time RP group 'outside' of DM?

I seem to have spotted a few, and they do appear to have a bit of activity.

http://wheeloftimerp.net/

Interested in making a character here. Haven't written up a  bio just yet.

Again depends on the teacher. I think Kat writes her own. I reuse. I'm not a big fan of teaching neither Rasheta or Taia cares for it too much. *laughs* So I do as little work with it as I can. *G*

Does seem like a lot of work, but you could also come up with some very interesting 'twists' methinks. *Grin* 

I am Kathleen, RGL of the White Tower RP Group and the mind that brings Seheria Sedai of the Yellow/Black Ajah and Kathleen Sedai of the Green Ajah to life.

 

Didn't I see Seheria teach one of the Novice introduction to Saidar classes? D:

Taught by a black sister.

Depends on the teacher. I've taught them a few "months" apart. Some it's a few weeks it just depends.

Do you guys write your own lessons, or do you reuse old lessons?

what was the prologue about in The Eye of the World? i could understand it a little bit, but not completely.Thanks!

You'll learn what it means eventually. You mean the part where this guy starts wining about his dead wife? 

(You'll hear a lot more of that in due course).

Or are you talking about the bit about how the wheel turns and the third age and stuff? And how it was "Not -the- beginning but -a- beginning."?

The blue's class sound interesting. Also, how do you usually judge the intervals between the introduction to Saidar classes?

Stealing wifi to cc by wt. have fun!

Yippie! I love you Kat!

*Snugglehugs*

The exact opposite to what i'm looking for! How can i have a snarling match against a nice sister?

Hello

I have just found this website.

I have read the series twice since I had to start over when I knew the final book would be coming out.

Glad the world did not end . LOL

 

 

Would love to see this book in a movie or a tv show.

Hermigurd. Darn it.

Should not have denied me that sweet possibility that Rand gets his ass handed to him. Spoilers are no fun at all!

Either way, Welcome to DM

Just be aware to not post any major spoilers. 'some' of us haven't exactly caught up with the events just yet.

There you go. If you need an Aes Sedai for anything I have two. Taia wouldn't work so well with a Novice...she hates them...but Rasheta is good to go. :)

I'll take Taia.

No, I'm being serious.

*Chuckles*

I'll just go drag BB along to all my Saidar classes.

Well that's good to hear! I'm a fast writer, so this is excellent news for me - knowing it can be done quickly.

how long did it take you guys to go from novice to accepted?

Jeral Ahan Index

Arrivals (Hunter or Prey): Link

Weapons Sparing (The Joys of Sparring): Link

BotRH supply gathering RP (Man Vs. Bear): Link (Work in progress)

Introduction to a fresh face (Haral joins the Band): Link

*NomNomNomNomNom*

Hi!

Say Hello to Jeral Ahan, a 17 year old who poacher with a bit of an attitude problem.

He will be joining the band shortly I feel. His Bio has just recently been approved, and I'm just waiting for it to be cross checked to start Role playing him in earnest. 

Here is the link to the Bio. http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/84651-approved-band-bio-jeral-ahan-please-cc/

In the meantime, was wondering if anyone with a Band character will be interested in joining BB 'Welcome' Jeral to the band in a little Retro RP.

The idea is Jeral is caught poaching in the forest near the citadel, and was found by a few Band members who take him captive.
He will put up a fight and even attempt an escape on the way to the citadel.

I've attached the very first post for Jeral bellow, and would be interested to see who would be interested to helping me make Jeral's life miserable.

Jeral intro post.txt

I've recently submitted a Bio for Jarel Ahan. A 17 year old poacher that will eventually stumble his way into the band.

Me being the impatient nit-wit that I am, I've already started writing my introduction into the band. (Subscribing the help of BB and friends apparently xD)

But I would like some honest opinions on what I could improve upon in my writing, this being my first RP experience and all, it would be nice to get a few pointers from some RP veterans.

Which parts have I done alright in, which bits I should improve on in general, which bits should be avoided in the RP context etc. etc...

Keep in mind, I've barely edited this thing so, obvious grammar mistakes are obvious.

Here is the thing:

Absent mindedly twiddling the stick he held in his hand, Jarel eyed the soft patch of ground he was kneeling beside. Yesterday’s rain had turned the forest floor into a mushy layer of mud, leaving behind the foot prints of forestland creatures. There, he could see distinctly the paw prints of a hare, possibly heading south about an hour ago. He could determine the size of the animal or more specifically ‘their weight’, by the depth of the holes they left in the soft mushy ground. He could also tell the different species just from the size of the imprint and the different gauges in the animal’s stride. The more he knew about his prey, the higher chance he would have to subdue it. Yet he was not foolish to overstep his limits; he was a man of the forest after all and there are certain rules he had to obey. Careless Hunters are also careless prey.

With dark jet black hair, the skinny teenager from Tear looked for all the world like just another piece of shrubbery standing still. Sure, the effect was somewhat ruined by the span and a half hunting bow swung around his brown woollen cloak along with a quiver bristling with handmade arrows but it was sufficient camouflage; fooling unsuspecting animals and on occasion - man hunters. Jeral Ahan was a poacher, simple as that. Though he never could figure out why that title had to have such a negative connotation to it. He did a job just like any other man, only his line of work usually ends in standing on some country lord’s nose. To Jeral, all nobles were the same; rich, spoilt and a trifle more than ignorant to the comings and goings of their land. But they all had one thing in common: They hated people stealing from their forests.    

He made himself spit on the ground and get rid of the bitter after taste building in his mouth. First off, it wasn’t strictly their forest - not really. And secondly, it wasn’t like his activities were hurting anybody. Forests didn’t change around people – people changed around forests. What’s planted here today will probably still be here eighty years from now, and the certainty of that fact was almost as guaranteed as to say the wheel would keep turning.  He chewed his lips as he thought, fingers running gently across the squishy bed of mud and quagmire.Yes, mud really made tracking to be a much simpler task.

He smiled at that, a slight softening of his unclean face. Coming to the Two Rivers had been a fine idea, despite there being a lack of interest from the local merchant for the furs he bought, this secluded part of Andor offered more than enough for him to eat and sleep on. Straightening from his stoop, he cast away the small tree branch as he propelled himself to stand. If it hadn’t been for the light grey rain clouds overheard, he would’ve probably judged the sun to be just past noon - still plenty of time for him to do something with his day. His eyes caught the edge of a set of foot prints that stood to odds with the rest. Boot marks, he recognised it without even having to bend down as he had with the others.  The smooth imprint of the shoe sole was plain on the forest pattern; it looked to be similar to the ones he wore – soft soles made from fabric and tanned hides. It was popular with Andorian farmers and was comfortable footwear, especially on long distance journeys.  What was odd was how fresh the print had looked.

His ears pricked suddenly, as a six senses told him something was amiss; as if something or someone was watching him. Making very slow and deliberate movements, he carefully un-swung the hunting bow from his shoulders and had already selected three arrows from the side quiver by the time he had taken a defensive stance with his feet. Bandits? Unlikely, few bothered venturing this deep into a forest and it was unlikely they were coming for him.  But If not Bandits, then what? Perhaps it was a wild boar, a particularly rowdy Tomcat or even... A bear. Jarel gulped considerably, steeling himself before he lost hold on his concentration.

A sudden rustling of branches behind and directly on top of him, made him spring into action. Eyes wide with shock, he raised his bow and had fletching to mouth in the space of a heartbeat. Without hesitating a moment, he released the tension on the bowstrings and felt the familiar *thump* of wood as the arrow left his grip, spinning towards its target...

(Then BB and friends will come tackle and beat the crap out of Jeral or something :P
I think I’ll leave that up to her when the time comes. But yeah, opinions; advice, scolding, shoot ‘em this way.)

Hey Give me a break guys, It is hard getting through a 500 page novel quickly!

I fixed a few bits in your story, though mostly punctuation and grammatical adjustments. Read the comment made in brackets (-xxxxxx-) and keep in mind I've added a few marks here and there as well as removed some stuff. 

Eldurian sat in bed unable to sleep a wink. The caravan had arrived in Tar Valon late in the evening. To (Too) late for anything but (he) settle down at an inn for the night. So here (There) he sat, trying to get some sleep, knowing that outside was the greatest city in the world, home of the Aes Sedai, ready to be explored.

As a breeze whistled through the window tugging at his blankets he finally decided there was no point in trying to sleep any further and tossed them to the side with no small amount of enthusiasm. The room was nice enough but as usual he had to bend his legs to fit on the bed and the pull of the wonders that laid outside the inn was just too strong. (-You’ll need to reword this sentence, it doesn’t quite flow properly-)

Still belting on a set of brown woolen (woollen) breeches and pulling his dark green coat over a white linen shirt(,) he ducked through the doorway and made his way toward the common room. Most of the patrons had already made their way to their beds but Horfull still sat at one of the tables(,) drinking a dark red wine from a well polished silvery cup (-Add something here about Horfull to justify the inclusion of that comma and make this sentence more desriptive-).

He arched an eyebrow looking Eldurian up and down in a judicious manner. "Where would you be heading then lad?" The stout Murandian merchant was nice enough (,) once you got to know him (,) but he seemed to never fully trust anyone ,  (-) especially Andorans.

"Exploring. I want to get a better look around before we leave tomorrow." inwardly Eldurian grimaced at the thought of leaving so soon, but he still directed an innocent smile toward Horfull, hoping he wouldn't grow suspicious.

"Just you mind yourself and stay clear of that tower, once those Aes Sedai tangle you in their web there's no getting away from them." Horfull lowered both eyebrows in a stern gaze to emphasize his point. (-Wait, we have a tavern keeper in Tar Valon who would so openly speak ill of Aes Sedai? That’s a bit weird isn’t it?-)

"Noted, I'll be sure to steer clear of the White Tower and any Aes Sedai plots. See you in the morning Horfull." (-It is always a hard to fix, but I’d recommend you read out loud your dialogue. Trust me, it’ll make it sound a lot more realistic once you get the hang of it-).

"You had bloody well better (!) because I'm leaving as soon as we finish loading the wagons, with or without your overgrown hide!" (-Again, Dialogue realism-)

"Also noted, when have I ever been late?" Eldurian grinned and made a mock bow before turning to exit. Horfull snorted behind him but he barely noticed as he stepped into the street and set a course directly toward that majestic white tower, gleaming in the light of the moon.

Eldurian crept forward silently to get a better view. Tar Valon was everything he ever dreamed of, the entire city seemed a magnificent piece of art, (don’t use commas in front of ‘ands’ unless you strictly want the reader to pause) and the tower like a glimmering beacon of the Light itself. But there had been one thing in this city that drew him on like nothing else and now it lay before him.

Despite (-Presume you intended to add ‘it being night’ here-) there were still a few figures in the practice yard, working forms and sparring with an elegant but deadly grace. (You managed to sneak past the tower guards? One does not simply ‘step’ into the warder’s yard.) He was so clumsy with a weapon himself. (-Clunky transaction here-)  Sure he's sparred while growing up, but he'd never received much of anything in the way of proper instructions. He had a good reach and the strength to batter many opponents down, but that probably wouldn't get him far against opponents as graceful as these figures. If he could train with them, even just for a day...  (-Moved this bit into the previous paragraph-)

Suddenly he felt the (a) prickling sensation on the back of his neck of being watched. Come to think of it, some of the warders on the yard seemed to be very pointedly not looking his direction...

As to your dialogue question and about indentation, the golden rule is to keep it consistent. There is no right or wrong way to format a story, but it is wrong to switch formats mid-way through your story.

I personally don't indent or switch paragraphs whenever a bit of dialogue comes up, but that is really personal preference and I'm sure there are other styles out there that are equally acceptable.

Also, it is kind of hard to think up of Other people's background when you are not entirely sure where the character's owner wants to take the said character. It would be much better if you think up of some ideas and post them to the community, then see what is plausible and what isn't.

MY EYES! THEY'RE BLIND FROM THE SPOILERS! just kidding :P nothing major is spoiled methinks. The things i don't already know, i partly guessed anyway.

Another thing I would point out is... PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME READ DOUBLE SPACED WRITING. It would look much nicer if it was made into some decent paragraphs.