D&D PBEM campaign starting... From: jogar@bigfoot.com Date: Fri, 01 Aug 1997 00:00:00 +0000 THE BARBARIAN HOARD I would like to start an AD&D PBEM campaign. The setting would be largely custom at first, and may evolve into a TSR setting (Greyhawk, Forgotten Realms, Dawn of the Emperors, et. al.) as time goes on. If you're interested, send me a detailed description of your character: appearance, history, motivations, likes, fears, etc. Don't send stats. Don't send item lists unless they're inherent to the history of the character. I'd like to have 5-10 people on board. Experienced RPGers only. PBEM experience is desirable but not required. The Barbarian Hoard will, if it gets off the ground, probably go for a long time. It won't require unreasonable effort on the players part, but I do want loyalty. Players can be replaced, but of course I'd much prefer it if all the "charter players" stuck it out till the bitter end. The format will consist of a detailed, story-like message, the "status post", sent by me at least once a week, depending on how much action is going on. In-between the GM posts, dialog "progress posts" will go on between the GM and players and between the players themselves. If you converse with other players you must CC me a copy so I know what's going on. Here's an example of a progress post from the GM to the player of Grok, and the subsequent replies. ---------------------- The innkeeper continues to ignore you. He continues to rub his glasses with a long-since soiled rag, loudly whistling a horribly off-tune ditty. ----------------------- >The innkeeper continues to ignore you. He continues to rub his >glasses with a long-since soiled rag, loudly whistling a horribly >off-tune ditty. Grok sighs loudly, takes out a gold sovereign, and waves it in front of the innkeeper's face. ------------------------ >>The innkeeper continues to ignore you. He continues to rub his >>glasses with a long-since soiled rag, loudly whistling a horribly >>off-tune ditty. > >Grok sighs loudly, takes out a gold sovereign, and waves it in front >of the innkeeper's face. The innkeeper still doesn't respond, but you're sure he saw the coin. A trickle of sweat scrapes a furrow through the filth on his bull-like neck as his whistling stumbles. Grok is sure this man is under duress, but from where? -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet Referenced By Up