DavidGil

Hmm, right this was wrote several years ago when I was roleplaying and playing WoW, which I don't do much of anymore. So err, I'm just sharing this before I delete it for fun mainly. If I can find some on my hard drive, I might post some DnD ones which I wrote when I was still at high school. I like to think my writing is quite a lot better now though, even if I don't write this sort of stuff anymore. I do think I did the journal entry pretty good though. Hope you like it anyways.

He sat on the side of the bed pondering upon the day’s meeting with friends, reflecting. Ever reflecting. The walk from the gathering place reminding him of how beautiful the elven lands are, even if they are corrupted. Reminding him of how much he missed the freedom to go and do what he wished. How he missed being able to have a laugh whilst having angry people chasing him down the street with a rolling pin wanting vengeance for some bread stolen or an accidental stone flying through the window of one of the many buildings of Stormwind. Most of all reminding him of the feeling that a part of him was empty perhaps, something was missing.

He sighed heavily whilst bringing himself off the bed and walked over to a window overlooking Astranaar and Ashenvale. The window itself was clean, the image of the outside world crisp and clear. He opened them and swung them out wide away into the open, away from the building he stayed in. He breathed in the fresh air of Ashenvale with a deep breath, relaxing. The sun was still visible though it was ever dropping further downwards in the sky and the moon would soon replace the sun drawing the land into darkness he thought. He would miss the reddish tinge the sky now carried just before the night and the moon made it’s appearance known he decided. The land outside was beautiful he knew, lovely green lands and trees dotting the landscape with water abound and despite his thoughts and feelings, he smiled. The sound of the water rushing underneath one of the nearby bridges and over rocks was pleasant. Reminding him of the good things in life.

He shut the window and drew the long red curtains of the window too, to shut out the beautiful images of the outside world and turned to walk towards his bed, considering this strange room of his that he had rented. A room in a land he had rarely stayed in. It was all strange he decided but beautiful none the less. The floor was richly and tastefully designed not at all like the plain old wooden floors of the rooms he would rent in Goldshire at times. The room’s walls were adorned with the odd picture displaying one facet or another of elven culture for all to see should they wander into this room and rent it to stay the night though nothing too private could be seen. Everything was nicely polished and clean, a nice change he thought again.

After being satisfied surveying the room and liking it, he sighed and opened a draw of the bedside table reaching inside and pulling out a journal. One that had it’s cover worn slightly but still in quite good condition. He also pulled out an inkwell and a quill before sitting on the bed and opening the journal scanning through the pages and reading the odd entry before coming to a blank page. He hesitated for a moment before dipping the quill into the inkwell and committing quill to paper.

Father,

The lands of the elves are truly beautiful for my human heart to behold and makes me wonder how much I can at times, forsake the freedom to wander the lands freely to see the sights that that the world has to offer. It makes me wonder why at times I can put my duty to my order… no our order and the world and peace first before the little things of life.

I’m sure there are many other sights to travel to and see other than just the elven lands that I may have missed but their lands are amongst the best that I have seen certainly. There is much I miss in fact and I am resigned to live my life and duty in the constant dreary and sad landscape of the plaguelands I fear. It just gets to me at times to see there’s a lot of elven culture I know nothing of at all and some of my friends are elves. While I’m working which is nearly constantly, I know I won’t ever get the chance to learn of their culture nor see their lands as much as I’d like.

I do not doubt the choice I have made for the most part though regarding following in your footsteps, never that but at times I feel as though a part of me is missing. Doubt is forever there hidden away in the deep recesses of my mind as to the course I have chosen to take and you had chosen before me when you lived, however small it may be. Doubt as to whether what you and I fought for and I still do, will ever come to fruition and then there’s… wanting more. Wanting more out of life in general. A family perhaps but I am denying myself that so that I can carry on trying to work for peace in the hope that what you strove for and I carry to strive for comes to fruition eventually. I can’t shake the doubt though from the back of my mind that it won’t and it gets ever harder to stop going for what I want. Seeing Tilliandra again made me realise how I have missed her. Her presence and someone by my side in general but I strove to take what I wanted once before and we both know how that turned out. Seeing how beautiful she was though and aware of the feelings I still keep, I wanted to go to her but I couldn’t. In fact going to see her today with Wings was a big mistake, one I shouldn’t have made as it did us both more pain than good. No matter the feelings I still hold I just want her to be happy and it would probably be for the best if we do not see each other again so the same painful memories and wants of what we once shared will not come back haunting us.

As for the order you and I both should have shared together at the same time though you live on in memory, I am disappointed as to what a lot of us have descended to. It breaks my heart honestly to see that most of our fellow paladins have forgotten the tenets you held true to your heart as did Uther as I hear he was a great man and paladin. A pity I never got the chance to meet him and everyone should follow your own and his examples but they do not. Still I work at it and in Enalia I see a perfect example of how a paladin should act and be. I stood guard outside her friend’s house as she tended to her friend and she was there for her as long as she was needed to be and then some more. She stayed there and wrote her papers without leaving her friend’s bedside when she was fast asleep. Her duty comes first as it does for me and it should if you are a true paladin yet sometimes I doubt the order and myself. I would wager she does not. She is as upstanding and faithful in the paladin’s tenets as one could ever be as far as I can see though I do not know her that well at all. I am basing this off what I have seen and I like to think I have a good judgement of character. Perhaps she is a better paladin than I am for that reason, I know not but one thing is clear… there is still hope for our order as long as some of us keep the paladin’s ideals with us and alive.

I just hope everything works out for the best father and what the order works for will come to fruition eventually so my sacrifices haven’t been in vain as other’s wouldn’t have.

He sighed heavily and closed the journal slowly before leaving his quill in the inkwell and laying the journal itself on the bedside table. He lay himself down upon the bed and lay there with his eyes open for a while thinking over what he wrote, of Tilliandra’s face. A contented sigh came to him though when he thought that she would at some point find happiness even if it was not with himself. With those thoughts and images on his mind for a while, his eyes slowly found themselves closing as sleep began to take over.

Marc_T

Role-play writing is something I'd like to try. Do you know of any resources to help me get started?

DavidGil

I honestly don't I'm afraid but I can see if I can dig something up.

The best advice I can give personally:

I played Neverwinter Nights for several years on a roleplay server, before moving onto WoW. This scene was wrote after interactions between my character and three others.

Whenever I wrote roleplay stories to flesh out my characters, they'd be to explain developments which happen outside the 'actual' roleplay. To give backstory etc.

Apart from that, I can only recommend for you to get into a character when roleplaying. Then try to get into that very same character, when you write a story away from the roleplay.

I've never tried pen and paper roleplaying or anything. *shrugs*

Anyways, my favourite was always a blood thirsty barbarian from Icewind Dale to write about. I always had a good giggle with some of the things he'd do and say.


I hope this helps anyway. You don't really need to form a backstory before starting to roleplay either in my view. So basically, just get a feel for the character's interactions with others and that should help with writing. I nearly always made up history etc. on the spot.

Edit: Actually, there's really nothing different in writing a scene/story for a roleplay character, than writing one that isn't for roleplay purposes. What I do say though, is research the background of the setting you're roleplaying in.