So you fancy yourself a Roleplayer?

Here's a little exercise to prove your worth. Simplicity of design should not lull you, good denizens, into a false sense of security.

Take one of your actual characters from Arcanum. Recall one memorable episode in the game with that character. Relate it to us as the narrative played out in your imagination. Extra credit given if you can give a fleshed out account of why your character is what (s)he is in the game world.

If you are the first person compelled to comment on someone's account, please start a new thread, aptly named. If you are not the first please apply your critique to the aforementioned, now pre-existent thread.

As Governor-general, I thank you and wish you all a jolly good rollick in the words!

Oyarsa Buckland
Buckland Orchards and Vineyards, prop.
Governor-general, Terra-Arcanum Freeholding

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"History was written to say it wasn't our fault" - Sam Philips

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It was nearing mid-afernoon when we arrived at our destination. My hairy feet were weary from all the walking, and I wasn't pleased to see yet another in the series of semi-random locations that formed the "quest."

Steeling myself, I decided to make one more attempt to explain the mix up to Virgil. To make sure, I went over it in my head first: I'd been groggy from the crash; I'm a naturally polite person; I don't even believe in this child of light nonsense; I just ... want ... to go ... home! With my story straight, I took a deep breath and turned to speak to Virgil.

There he was - grinning like a twit at nothing in particular.

Completely oblivious to the hundreds of fruitless little activities, on which we had just spent the last few months of our lives, conspiring to make a mockery of his beliefs. Seeing me eyeing him, he smiled broadly and asked cheerily,

"How may I be of service?"

My resolve evapourated under the brightness of his cheer. I shrugged and turned away, resigned to another little "adventure." At least this time it looked interesting; all the rumours we had heard suggested there was some amazing artifact around these parts.

Ambling a little further along the faint track, we suddenly heard the sound of a gong, immediately followed by a truncated squawk. The rest of the gang - Sogg, Magnus, Vigil, Mutt and Jayna - started running towards the sound, heedless of my calls for caution. I broke into a half-hearted jog, wondering whether it would be wrong to be glad if I came upon their massacred corpses further along.

The question was moot, since when I caught up to them, they had cornered a shrivelled-looking old man against the side of a farmhouse, and were in the process of cutting him to pieces. Finishing their grisly melee, they turned and stood around aimlessly, as was their wont at times.

I approached the messy corpse and examined it. It was simply an unremarkable old man in some old robes. Nearby, as if flung from his hand, was a strange device. It appeared to e a bladed contraption on a length of twine. Being interested in gadgets, and having some skill with a Chakram, I immediately divined its nature. It was the fabled Aerial Decapitator! I couldn't believe my luck.

To test my conclusion, I targeted a nearby chicken and let fly. With sound like the clash of a gong, such as I'd heard earlier, it smootly decapitated the farmyard fowl. I rejoiced - briefly, as it turns out.

From behind me, I heard the words I had come to loath: "I don't understand why we're attacking such a good sort ..."

It was ludicrous! A chicken for god sakes. Turning, I tried to make a reply, but I was too angry for words and merely sputtered. Images of Magnus beating the old man to death with his axe a few moments before flooded my brain and his hypocrisy sent me over the edge. As of possessed by indignant ire of its own, my hand raised and let fly the weapon.

*BONG*

Magnus' head flying from his shoulders was the last thing I saw before black fury claimed me.

Some moments later, I regained conciousness. The farmyard was like a slaughterhouse. Only Mutt was left alive - he stood a short distance away licking blood from Virgil's headless torso.

Crushed by regret for my heinous deed, I sat down with thump on the bloody grass, and hung my head in my hands. I wished to God someone had saved me before I had picked up that death-dealing gizmo.

 

Diary of a Dark Elf

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Growing up, I knew I was different. I always knew that elves had been superior. I mean just look at the history of Arcanum. Things were better before humans embraced that blasted thing called Technology. But I never said anything. Not while I was growing up. I knew what the fools in Quintarra did to those who thought like me. Needless to say, I was just glad to get out of there.

Three days ago, however, my dreams were fullfilled. I came upon T'sen Ang. The city of Dark Elves. Finally, people who I could relate with. But as I figured, there was some initiation. That's why I'm in Stillwater now. Getting prepared to get the job done. These fools don't know whats coming.

Entry: Aftermath

You know, It's almost a shame no one was left alive to see it. It was rather artistic if I do say so myself.

It began with Brigette, that incestuous, sex-crazed bitch. There I sat, up in one of the trees, looking down into the courtyard behind the Temple, watching the wench worship. Drawing my bow back, I let an arrow fly.

Could that woman scream any louder? Thank Arronax that she died only a few seconds later. That's when the guards rushed in. Three of them. Quietly I began to knock an arrow into my bow, as they were oblivious to my presence. I knocked a second arrow. Then a third.

Taking a deep breath, I calmed my nerves, and pulled back the bow. It was a difficult shot and I knew it, But it was the quickest way. Letting go, I had hoped for the best. Thunk. Thunk. The sound of two arrows piecring the leather armor. Two down, though the third arrow had missed.

BANG! His shot had missed, but the startle of the gunfire had nearly made me fall. I quickly gathered my magickal energies and sent a stream of fire towards him. The resulting explosion not only killed him, but a few passersby who had heard the shot and came to see what was going on, as well as demoloshing half the temple.

The small mountain town was scared. The rest were easy pickings. I now get ready to tell the news to M'in. And it had better satisfy her. I have having to prove myself to anyone.

EDIT: OOC: Wow, looking back, it's a bit shorter than I thought it was gonna be. :lol:

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