Your favourite RP plot

[f0xx]

Each of us has a favourite RP plot that has taken place. What is yours?

My personal favourite is the plot when Sirant turned evil. I remember how some friends and I were still kids and newbies, 4-5 of us around one PC in an internet caffee and one of us was playing, the rest simply watching when we saw a few immortals and a LARGE crowd standing in the CC in Rheydin.

Sirant was RPing his a$$ off, next to him there was some goodie monk I believe who was an avatar then? So the monk was facing a dilemma, would he follow his GOD and turn evil too and face everyone who was his friend once, or would he stay true to the light and face the wrath of Sirant.

I am certain this was only a small part of the plot just as I am certain a lot of the things did not happen exactly as I present them, but that is how I remember them atm.

What is your favourite plot? Also, if anyone took active role in this plot I mentioned, can you fill in the details and how the it went?

Thank you.

Hopefully this thread will inspure some new RP ideas.

[CurbsideProphet]

[Historic Moments] : Tragedy of Sirant: Book 1 by Herald Zeyrsi

The day started like any other. Mundane, with the exception of a settling

breeze long waited upon by the sun flustered commoners. The night

had passed quietly, having brought this cold wind that put down the

three-day heat wave that Rheydin was enduring. Time flew gently on

the breeze up until the noon bells sang, and the rays of the sun beamed

out of the sky. Yet another mild time to get out and enjoy the day. An

Immortal voice shook the lands, with words reaching out to the minds of

mortals:

"Gather at the Center of Rheydin for a competition. All may join."

Pilgrims gathered, and had amassed in the Center square of Rheydin

around the ethereal white visage of an old man, Sirant the Complacent,

God of the Lightwalkers, stood like a beacon. Voices stirred and small

talk buzzed about the square. Suddenly the old man huffed, "It is time

we begin." He continued, "We will need one representative of the good,

evil, and neutral paths," After a bit of voting amongst the commoners,

three competitors proven to have the strength and wits, were chosen,

and stood forward to meet the unknown: Caan Tierathon, a Ranger of

the Warmasters, Festorvian the Duergar, feared Cleric and Outlaw, and

Moriath the Avian, a Ninja of the Knights. "The winner shall face me,"

assured Sirant with a mischievous smile. Conversation continued and

whispers spread as to the nature of the competition. "It will be a

debate," Sirant declared, "And Caan and Festorvian shall be first. The

topic is: Which set of ethics, good or evil, builds the more stable

society?" Festorvian, paradoxically assigned to defend the light, spoke

first and preached valiantly about a society rich with honor and morality,

trust and strength in unity. Caan, taking the side of darkness, continued

with the virtues of ruling a society by an iron fist. Respect would be

demanded and surely only a stable society could exist. Both spoke very

eloquently, but when the public was allowed to vote, Festorvian was

proven to have made the better point. Sirant nodded, and congratulated

the victor. The next topic was already in mind, and Sirant proceeded

with this game of wits. Festorvian was to debate Moriath on the topic,

"Which makes the more successful general: the warrior or the mage?"

Festorvian was chosen again; to take the opposing role of himself, and

explain the warrior, speaking about the respect troops show a battle

hardened general. Cape flickering in the air and blade glistening in the

sun, it is hard to disobey the glorious general. Moriath spoke the mind of

mages, telling how the persistent calculations of a mage would be

necessary to plan a victory. This time the debate ran further, and made

the commoners a bit more enthusiastic, and Moriath was chosen the

winner. The apex of the debate was reached, it was time to match

minds with the all knowledgeable, Sirant. But the god did not seem to

show the amusement one would expect, but had a rather a serious look.

He began with a heed of warning, "Choose the side you know best, for I

am quite adept." Moriath could only choose the side he knew, the light.

The topic was then decided, "Which position makes the most powerful

God?" Sirant was to defend the role of evil.

The debate had hardly been under way and already Sirant was

speaking with broad gestures, proud of his every word and seeming to

not get enough of the sound of his own voice. Moriath tried to interject

with the strength of compassion and trust of the Light, but Sirant went

off like a war chariot at full speed. "A God of the Light will only be

drained by his followers, each begging for a piece of his power. Clerics

and Paladins, tripping over their own feet to impress their God, only to

push for the reward the second the deed is done." Sirants words were

spoken with force and almost seemed to draw from too much emotion.

"A dark lord will be served by only the strongest and not have to sit

there answering countless pointless prayers. Feed me, guide me, help

me, empower me- the children of the Light will pray, UNWILLING to

help themselves. I grow weaker with every prayer, with every warcry,

with every blessing asked of me." Sirants eyes began to cloud a deep

red and people began to realize this wasn't a debate any longer. This

was the transformation of Sirant.

These are the words written by Sirant. Transcribed by Herald Zeyrsi.

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This is pretty much how I remember it at least. Obviously, this is taken from the Library.

[f0xx]

Interesting. What happened next?

[Hilltop]

All characters were plugged into the matrix.

My favorite was just Keffuqus (sp?) from the start, and the death of him by Iyorvin.

[Kyzarius]

I am biased since I got to play a big part..

http://forum.theforsakenlands.org/showthread.php?t=14967

This event was awesome.

[Croyvern]

I always enjoy the plots where some creature of godlike power seeks to destroy/conquer the lands forcing characters to band together with what are normally their enemies. It generally causes an RP scenario that leads to further character developement by those involved. Which means its a win win, in my book.

[Atticus]

I always enjoy the plots where some creature of godlike power seeks to destroy/conquer the lands forcing characters to band together with what are normally their enemies. It generally causes an RP scenario that leads to further character developement by those involved. Which means its a win win' date=' in my book.[/quote']

ditto, havent been in those types. But I would like to see somthing happen.

We all know the tricks the God's keep hidden in dem sleeves.

We mortals yearn for the hand to be played!

[The Professor]

my personal favorite RP plot was the restoration of Clariana (sp?) the Savant Immortal at the time. It was Lunima, Dunlith, Murat, and Ylanah all fighting their way through the Isle of Souls, to not only revive her fallen physical form, but to help her regain Godhood.

the best overall rp plot was probably the War of the Undead...crazy times...absolutely crazy times and The Conclave was the stuff of legend/nightmares.

[Kyzarius]

when the curse plot ended in Shandor, I was on the road to the place with two others. We actually foiught the first massive wave of 9 mobs a room as it stormed out...

we did manage to hold them for a bit, but soon were overran.

[jibber]

My druid yearn died while frozen there. To top it off, I wasn't pinnacle so I got an exp hole out of it. At least I was able to witness the plot

[tassinvegeta]

I liked the idea of how Triathix, Drayson, Atsula were trying to take control of the cities and called them there dominion. It focused on the ability and skill of players to make global changes in the world. Too bad it didn't go very far.