As a side note

Ok, when i saw that some other guilds had wiki's, i took a look at them and got some ideas for ours. So, what i would like to have you guys do is give it a title, post a description of the roleplay, type (if it is only supposed to be played by a certain class), status (closed, open for people or concluded), and storyteller (your guild name or classified). An example of one would be...

* The Swollen Shaak Cantina

This was an introductory open free form RP that was designed and implemented by SureShot that centered around a Cantina in Lower Coruscant. The shadowy head of *static* had enlisted Creed Dekkar (played by SureShot) to meet and recruit several members into the ranks of the organization. It was designed as an intro into RP for everyone on the site, regardless of their level of experience so we could all see how well we work together as a guild. (this next section is what happened at the end if your rp is finished) The RP ended with a raid by Republic soldiers on the Cantina and the "Man With The Plan" (our new employer) finally revealing himself to the group (well, in visage only) and a running firefight ensued where the Agents worked together to bring down the Republic forces. The Cantina was virtually destroyed in the onslaught and events directly led onto a smaller RP, "Dark Secrets"
TYPE: Open
STATUS: Closed, concluded.
STORYTELLER: Sureshot.

Thanks for posting!

Okay, a few questions...

- Is RP just like a story involving the characters of the guild members?

- What planet is our guild based/stationed/formed on?

- If it is open, does that mean people participate in the making of the RP or are their characters just included?

Herman Mermon wrote:

Okay, a few questions...

- Is RP just like a story involving the characters of the guild members?

- What planet is our guild based/stationed/formed on?

- If it is open, does that mean people participate in the making of the RP or are their characters just included?

- yes, it is like an interactive story where you all post what your character would be doing in that situation, but on a larger scale involving ultimate cohesion with the other members.
-Taris, but it does not matter where your RP takes place
-the particiapat in the actual RP...Like a post by post RP. Like what we have in the lower chat room. But this is documented and such.

I hope that this answered your questions. Thanks for posting them!

Thanks. Well I thought a RP involving the guild's base planet would be in order so here it is.

Title: Dark Side - The Way of the Shadow

Summary: The newly founded guild Wrath of the Shadow has called a total gathering in their planet of origin, the deserted and desolate world of Taris. After meeting up at the chosen checkpoint, the group wanders deep into the hollow wasteland of the planet searching for the perfect place to establish their headquarters, a place that only a fool would dare to wander. Once arriving at the perfect site, they establish their base of operations and begin to coordinate and plan their first missions of exploration of this forgotten planet in order to know what lurks in the depressing remains of Taris. This is where the RP will begin. As the story progresses, more stories can break off and form from the original plot. (Can also be used as RP for the light-side guild, just change the title and make the RP characters light-sided guys.)

Type: Open

Status: Open

Storyteller: Either the guild's appointed archiver or an anonymous narrator to be revealed at a later time.

As a few side notes,
1, Please don't post your Rp here, put it in its own topic and put sign up after wards, then select a date that the RP will begin, and then begin the RP, in the RP archives. You guys can just do a post by post RP. Or, you can anoint a storyteller. If you do that, you guys need to set up a separate thread and then Chat it up in there of what should happen like once a week, and then your story teller would write up something like this:

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Sharasvar:
Sharasvar was working late at his office near the entrance of the Blackened Canyon excavation site. The ugly plasteel building was constructed in the shape of a mushroom in order to allow the Sith researchers to overlook the entire area. It had been abandoned when the archaeological council had given up the dig site, as the sweeping dust and grind storms made any long-term excavation impossible. As a member of the High Council, Sharasvar had been able to claim the purposeless construction as his personal research center.

The building consisted of a central pillar with small cells for students revolving around a central turbolift which went up to the mushroom's head. Nowadays the cells were empty except for the few novices of the Sith'ari Path which were initiated in the secrecies of the Order. In the head of "The Mushroom" -as the structure was informally called- there were offices and private chambers for all those who were on the Sith'ari Path's Council, although only Sharasvar could be considered a more or less permanent resident of the center. In addition, the head contained a library, a sparring room, guest quarters, instruction and meditation chambers, a central meeting place, defense grid, and so on. Defenses were not very impressive, consisting only of a small automated medium laser and ion battery. Sharasvar trusted more on the secrecy and hidden location of the base than on its ability to resist a frontal attack. If the need arose, the Path was able to withdraw to stronger positions, such as Void Dallos' ship.
On top The Mushroom was flattened and served as a sizable landing pad for light transport ships and starfighters.

Skursir:
Skursir had managed to pilot the rented ship - and to a decent enough degree of control - over to Korriban. It was a gamble. With so many cruisers and warships he could be decimated in a matter of seconds. Luckily, as a bounty hunter, he had aquired recent enough pass codes to get through the defenses, which he transmitted to the nearest space station once he had been contacted by a very stern sounding voice. After a long, tense minute, he recieved conformation that everything was order and the decended his ship to the world.

Using the co-ordinates that Mirellu gave him, Skursir was able to pin-point were he was supposed to go. It was part of the barren landscape, and it's rock deformation suggested that it could be a quarry. He managed to find the frequency eminating from the area and tuned into it, using a holofeed to present himself, "Thiss iss Ambassador Sskurssir or the E.P.O.C.H Agency... I come in requesst of an alliance..." He knew Sith well, having worked with many of them, once an apprentice even tried to assassinate his master! Well, tried. However, those he found at the Hyperion were different, relatively friendly. He hoped that the rest of them were as such.

Vaelyndor:
Vaelyndor breathed deeply, slowly, his eyes closed in deep meditation. The midday sun beat down mercilessly upon him as he stood bare chested atop the facility the Sith'ari Path called 'Home', his ignited lightsaber held before him. The landing pad was vacant for now, save for himself and half a dozen floating droid spheres, slowly circling him. The intense heat radiating down from the star Korriban orbited as well as that reflected up from the landing pad evaporated the sweat off his body before it could even bead up on his flesh, causing his still form to shimmer atop the grey, dull, structure. Feeling the Force flowing within him, the young warrior extended his awareness beyond the platform, beyond the canyon walls, allowing his senses to be guided by the power that saturated all living things. A faint click could be heard, nearly imperceptible as one of the droid spheres' stabilizers glitched for a mere fraction of a second. Eyes snapping open, Vaelyndor leapt into action. The entire platform became filled with blaster bolts and blurred motion. In mere moments the chaotic whirlwind of destruction was over and the young man again stood motionless atop the old archeological facility, the still smoldering wreckage of the spheres littering the area around him.

Extinguishing his weapon, the Executor closed his eyes while beginning a slow, graceful kata. The circular movements blended one into another as he fell into a deep meditation. The form initially appeared peaceful enough as the warrior gradualy made his way around the landing pad, but to those with the training to see could discern its true, martial application. With his attention turned inwards, Vaelyndor continued with his training unaware of the starship hurtling through the atmosphere towards his location until his commlink alerted him of an incoming transmission.

Darth'Ishad:
Darth'Ishad was in the valley training with some of the sith recruits from the academy. He stood in the middle of 5 fresh recruits, he dropped his robes and on rare occasions he would take his mask off like now, leaving the bandage on his eye he grabbed two sparing sticks and stood at attention.

"there are 5 of us and one of you and not only one of you but one kaleesh" one of the men said.

"haha" the rest laughed and took out their sticks

as they circled him one came in and struck Darth'IShad in the face knocking him to the ground, another came and hit him in the back as he was getting up. As he stood up the men looked to each other, then one more came running and attempted to hit him but the kaleesh grabbed the recruit by the neck and slammed him on the ground. As this happened the rest ran to him, he started fending them off like it was nothing but missing some as well. The blows to his face blurred his already impaired vision so he relied on smell and sound.

They backed off and circled him again

"A foolish move giving your opponent a fighting chance" Dath'Ishad said as he lifted his hand and releasing a blast of force throwing one of the men into a rock.

the others looked to their friend and back to him and as they were about to charge a ship flew over head toward the path's "home".

"Looks like we will work on this some more tomorrow." Darth'Ishad said as he grabbed his gear and headed toward the tower.

Sharasvar:
A discrete orange light started to flicker in the control panel at Sharasvar's office, accompanied by a short beep. The Sith Historian frowned and rose from his seat. Approaching the console he saw the signal of an incoming ship, and a holotransmission. Decoding the feed, a trandoshan appeared, one "ambassador Skursir of the EPOCH Agency", presenting "an alliance". The elder hesitated, his hand dwelling on the Mushroom's automated defense system. However, curiosity trumped vigilance, and Sharasvar was curious to what this Agency precisely was, and who else knew of the Path's secret coordinates. They should interrogate the trando first.

Sharasvar activated the long-range commlink of his office, contacting the alien presence. He decided to speak Basic, to show a certain openness to the stranger.

"Hail, Skursir of the EPOCH Agency. This is Sharasvar Zia of the High Council for Archaeology on Korriban. You have permission to land. Be aware that you have entered private grounds, and that we will take any steps necessary to protect our interests."

Immediately afterwards, the Sith Historian alerted Darth'Ishad and Vaelyndor of the situation, calling upon them to assist him in receiving and interrogating their mysterious visitor. Then the elderly Sith reached for a neutral brown cloak, hiding his old lightsaber, and he headed for the landing platform.

Skursir:
"Hail, Skursir of the EPOCH Agency. This is Sharasvar Zia of the High Council for Archaeology on Korriban. You have permission to land. Be aware that you have entered private grounds, and that we will take any steps necessary to protect our interests."
"Very well, I am landing now..."
This was fair enough. The Sith'ari Path had most probably never even heard of the EPOCH, except perhaps overhearing names being tossed around in the underbellies of several intergalactic cities, or the Hyperion. He would have to leave his weapons in the ship, they would probably have sensors. He did not like having to leave his sword behind, but in this cast, it was a must.

Skursir pulled the ship over the Mushroom building, relatively skillful. On a glance, the building looked very last centuary, he had spied a building such as this before, was it Geonosis? Perhaps. The ship swooped over, located the landing pad and made a dip towards it. With a press of a button, the landing gear came down and auxilary motors kicked into gear to soften the descent. Never the less, Skursir came down with a rough bump.

It would look very idiotic to be an ambassador and wear armour, and yet Skursir wore a tough flak vest and arm guards over a rich robe that bore resemblence to Trandoshan ceremonial robes. Many from his home would call it very last centuary, although Skursir liked the mesh of blues and greens. He swiped his datapad off the dashboard before desending the ship's ramp.

Skursir took a second to analyse the surroundings. It bore resemblance to some of Trandoshan, which gave him cause to smile. It looked like an excavation site, and the Mushroom building was in plain view, possibly an observation tower. Indeed, there were several people walking around, it was not lifeless. Most appeared inquisitive as to who Skursir was or his purpose, giving glances over to him, one person giving a cold glare. Skursir dismissed these and awaited an audience.

Void:
Void was in his ship doing a slight modification when he received a message from another Sith'ari member, alerting him of the small group that landed on the tower nearest to him. He grabbed his lightsaber and slowly approached the lift.

Kanis:
Kanis had been up on a ridge overlooking the landing site of the mysterious ship, he had been training with one of his hand crafted rifles due to the fact that even though he was a sith he believed in always being able to adapt to a situation. The Sith assassin had been packing away the high power weapon when he saw the ship come in to make a slightly rough landing, he had not heard of any ships due to be landing today and was immediately on alert. Kanis quickly assembled the rifle and set the sights on the descending ramp focusing on the figure that stepped out keeping a steady aim right on the target's upper body.

Skursir:
Skursir noted a sniper in the distance, he was aiming at Skursir. Sith had snipers? Perhaps hired muscle? Skursir frowned, unsure of his course of action. In an ideal world, he would instantly barrel roll to the nearest cover, in this case some cargo, and aim at the sniper with his scoped pistol. However, doing so would seem unprofessional and a clear statement of hostility. He would not take up arms, for now, after all, he is in a place were he could be seen to infiltrate the headquaters of the Sith'ari - it would be understandable that security would be harsh. He'd just have to wait for the amassador from the Path's side, but never the less, he kept his eye on the sniper.

And My second Side note was, that after it is all done, myself (or someone else) could make a cover of it, make it one big long story, then post it on the wiki for all to see. After it has been edited and such.

Thanks for reading my huge post


Note:* the quote above was from another guilds RP I just copied and pasted it as an example, try not to copy it for another RP that we make. Thanks!!!!