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The grass was tall and waving around the small hollow where the Wild Man slept.  Even if someone happened to look into the shadow of the ancient oak that shaded him, they might see nothing more than the jumble of twigs, leaves, and other detrius he used as blanket and camouflage.  Indeed, even without the careful placement of his cover, it was difficult to tell where the dirt of the forest floor ended and the Wild Man began, so streaked with filth was his skin wherever it was not protected by equally dirty leathers and furs.  His breathing was silent even in sleep; years of hermitage had conditioned him so thoroughly that he was stealthy even while unconscious.  He never slept deeply, though (another survival skill), and so when the sounds of a war party crunching through the underbrush reached him, his eyes snapped open and he was instantly awake, even before their loud voices made their way to his ears.   Read the rest of this entry »

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A blast of chill, rainy air entered the shop as the door opened, yet nobody seemed to notice. The loiterers stood around aimlessly, occasionally chatting to those next to them. The “mages” stood still in front of the herbalist, staring into space, occasionally mixing a new formula seemingly out of thin air and launching it at someone else (without the latter’s consent), then went back to their staring. And those who were there to purchase goods did so with utmost expedience, running inside at full tilt, roughly barking their orders at the jaded shopkeep while thrusting notes at her, and running off as soon as they had their goods in hand.

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"This can’t be good," muttered Jin Lee as she watched Kynn’s form materialize near the small outpost, while in the distance the alien laughter of the Virindi echoed in the hills of the Direlands.  This was the second time this had happened in a short span, and so it seemed that Kynn was unsuccessful in recovering his property.  It was a dangerous expedition, to be sure, only Kynn and Zashi Watta against a group of Virindi, but it had seemed feasable enough for the two of them to engage a like number of enemies.  Too bad their dozen or so brethren were hidden just out of sight over a ridge.  No doubt the ensuing magical assault must have been pretty at least.

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"If you played mu like you wrote him, you’d have a trail of roleplayers following you…"  This is what a friend told me one night, observing how in fact Sashi Mu reads much better than he is.  or, to quote someone in-game, "You know, you guys are less funny in person…"  I take all criticisms to heart, and these comments initiated a long period of self-examination.  Was I, in fact, a roleplayer, or just someone who pretended I was through the time-insensitive medium of the printed word?  I could not honestly say.  And so, Sashi Mu the faux roleplayer was set aside for a new incarnation, a purer avatar of my roleplaying abilities.  He does not powergame.  He does not hunt monsters.  He stays in character, interacting with other players in such a way as to encourage "pure roleplaying" on their parts.  And so, it seems apropos to present this tale in the form of an instructional guide, pointing out how you too can transform your online persona into a representation of pure roleplaying ability.  Prithee, please give a hearty hail and well-met to…

 

Je-Hsi Owens

"Love Machine"

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"Nice grouping…" mumbled Mu, staring about him at the drudge corpses around him.  Drudges were infesting the land; it was impossible to move more than a quarter mile down the road without encountering a bunch of them sitting around a fire, apparently involved in some sort of deep conversation before they broke and swarmed over the sightseeing travellers.  It had become customary for Mu to jog a little ways out of town if he was in need of money; within one minute of the Shoushi walls, he was sure to encounter at least one camp full of the humanoids, carrying an assortment of pathetic recycled weapons from the Ven Ounan arms network, an assured source of income for further component purchases.

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With little else to do until his teammates returned, Mu took to investigating Ven’s current stock.  Truth be told, Mu made up most of his armor from the cast-offs of those poor souls who devoted their entire existences to camping out in the grotto, looking for gear.  It was inevitable that these folks would find themselves straining under an enormous weight of bizarrely colored leather garments, studded armor, and moderately good weapons, which they would then sell off to Ven.  Mu, in turn, would re-invest his drudge silverware racket profits into purchasing refurbished armor, some of which turned out to be quite reasonable.  He had just purchased a particularly sturdy-looking cowl from Ven when he saw that his friends were approaching the city gates.  Checking his color coordination, he removed his brown headgear and pulled his new purchase over his head…

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"Ooooh, look, a piece of paper with those things on it that you read and stuff!"  Hearding Rabbitsbane was excited about his latest acquisition, a note he had picked up somewhere.  Sashi Mu had been an avid collector of such things in his previous life, mostly scraps of paper which held valuable information about quests he hadn’t the slightest bit of interest in.  Ooh, the Sword of Lost Light… fat lot of good that would do him.  He might be able to slice cheese with it, or else admire its craftsmanship before slipping and dropping it through his foot.  It seemed most of these notes tended to lead somewhere unpleasant, deadly, and ultimately of questionable profitability.  Still, it was something to do…

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"Beta Two."  Such an innocuous name for the new state of existence for everyone in Dereth, now made equal by some bizarre plan of Ashtest’s, no doubt.  Although it might have been dismaying to start anew, at least this time Mu had a set of clothes that didn’t make him look too fat.  The occasionally bald collector at right had also been slenderized, but what the hell is that thing in Mu’s hand?  Here comes the ugly truth… as a punishment for being so foolhardy as to study magery, fledgling sorcerors like Mu were now forced to carry these "wands" in some sort of bizarre hazing ritual, and were unable to utilize spells without first praying to the ugly stick.  As further punishment, all spells now resided on a clunky "spell bar", and were inaccessible directly from his spellbook, which was now even more cumbersome due to his early practice of Life magic.  Some small solace could be taken in the knowledge that in this new incarnation, war magic would use half as much mana, meaning that Mu would be able to run away from twice as many encounters before recharging.

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The world was buzzing with some sort of news.  News that seemed to have everyone simultaneously excited and worried, news that seemed to be of great import to everyone.  News that Mu had no idea about, since of course he was off hunting alone, as was his custom.  Who had time for omens of ill portent and doom when thar’s a-critters ta kill!  As if he was deliberately trying to avoid the doomsday pronouncements on everyone’s lips, Mu was on a rampage, killing as many camping banderlings and huge, blocky, polygonal water golems as possible.

 

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