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« am: 09. Dezember 2011, 17:01:56 »

Hi Leute hier ist Leo. Ich hab einfach eine riesige Bitte. Dieses Buch wird ein Schulprojekt und soll die Meinungen aller Rollenspieler enthalten, was Rollenspielen ist um es zu erklären. Es ist zwar auf English aber Hey. Comments plz!

CHAPTER 1

As he stepped into the shadows of the entrance he was shivering and his breath went heavy. "Damn" he said. "Falkenburg High, here I come." With those words Feiman slowly turned the handle on the door and slipped inside, escaping the freezing wind and snow outside of the building. It was quite an old one and made of sturdy red bricks. He reached for his asthma spray but didn't need it in the end, the school had a high ceiling. "Stupid claustrophobia.." he muttered under his breath. Only then did he lift his head to actually consume what was happening around him.

He had never wanted to move. Kiel, his home town, was were he felt that he really belonged. He wanted to die there. But when his parents decided to go and live in Falkenburg, he had to go with them, being still only sixteen years of age. Damn law. Feiman had grey eyes that gave people the feeling that he was looking through them. His brown hair was held relatively short and he made sure it was in no way similar to Justin Bieber's. Feiman wasn't really a fanatic of any music genre, but he really hated Justin Bieber.

As he looked around he noticed that everybody was staring at him. As usual in high schools, there were a bunch of groups that always hung out together. He saw a handful of skaters that all grinned when he looked at them, their hair bound back with bandannas. He saw a gathering of well dressed mathletes with piles of books under each arm who stopped talking about physics and observed him through their glasses. Of course there were three plastics, each one with what they lacked in brain capacity painted on their face with eye-liner. It was obvious every girl in the school had to follow their rules. Then, not to overlook, a group of sport-freaks, dressed as if their whole schedule was only compiled of Phys. Ed. Lessons, who stopped playing basket ball when he entered. They were all staring at him, and although he didn't blush it made him feel quite uncomfortable.

And then came the clique he had been waiting for. Six guys, each with their pants pulled down low so their Simpson's underwear was visible. He remembered a phrase from "The Outsiders", a book he had read in English, which referred to someone as 'all brawn no brain' and well.. it was truly fitting for those guys. This group was never seen alone, it was the same in every school. They had one leader whom they followed and if anyone dare get in their path they shook that poor vermin down for his cell phone and money. And of course... they always picked on the new people as well.

"Hey you! Yeah, new guy. Who d'you think you're looking at?" The largest of the six who was walking in front of the others, obviously the leader, came up to him. "My name is Turob. Wanna be friends?", and he grinned fiendishly. The five others grinned as well, and all the other present people turned away from them trying to ignore the unavoidable beating that was to come.

"I think I'll decide that once I know this place a little better, cool?" Feiman tried best to seem calm, but that's kind of hard when you 're in an unknown environment with six sprawl gangers staring at you and you're being ignored by the rest of the world.

"No buddy, that ain't cool. I asked you now, and you answer now." Turob's eyes started to twinkle and he turned a little red. But he had all the back-up he needed. Six against one in case something was going to happen. And they were probably carrying switches.

"Well, why don't you tell me your name first." Feiman met his gaze.

"Sorry? Tell you my name? I did, it's Turob. Are you deaf or something?" and he turned around to his buddies. "Hey guys, I think this ones deaf!" and they all started laughing hysterically.

"You know what I mean. Turob isn't a name. What do your parents call you?" Feiman already knew this was going to end bad, but he wouldn't make it easy for them to humiliate him in front of the whole school on his first day.

"The hell that's what I'm called around here. And you should better use that name too, or I'll kick the living guts out of you. What's your name, nosy?"

"I asked first and I won't answer if you don't." and damn was he feeling cool. Feiman hoped it would help his rep around here if he stood up to Turob in front of everyone. No one was looking, but of course... they were all listening.

That's when Turob lost his temper. His skin turned vermillion and you could see the veins coming through. And then he pulled a blade, Feiman appraised it to about 12 centimeters and swallowed hard. “Listen to me, bud”, and the gang started closing in on Feiman, “I ain't gonna be made a fool of, you getting me? Now either you walk back out that door and don't come back or you tell me your goddamn name” and then he added a little quieter “so that I can harass you with it”.

Feiman didn't move but he didn't say anything either. He knew that Turob couldn't openly massacre him so he just pushed one of the guys away and walked on, his eyes pretending to search for his class, 11-A, but he was really still watching his back. It had gotten completely silent now and everyone was staring at him both with admiration but also empathy for his upcoming fate. No one, and by no one I mean no one, took it on with Turob. Who was smoking were he stood. He wasn't sure what to do. Then something unexpected happened.

One of Turob's gangers, Johnny to name him, couldn't hold the silence any longer, snatched Turob's knife and threw it at Feiman's back. There was a scream and some girl fainted. Then everyone turned to look at Johnny, Turob's fugleman. “That hurt, you know.” It was a woman's voice. Everyone turned around to look at a girl dressed completely in black but with pink hair. You could see in her eyes that she was a tough one. She was holding the knife with her index- and middle finger and it was obvious that she had caught it. “I'm Sine, and will you tell me your name?”.

“Sure, it's Lukas, but everyone around her had better call me Feiman. Sorry to cause trouble and thanks for catching it.” With those words he turned around and walked to the classroom he had identified as 11-A. She followed. No one followed her. They all just stared. Then the usual conversations were picked up again.

Man what the hell, Feiman thought. You pulled that off pretty awesome. He wasn't scared at all because he hadn't seen the knife thrown. How could he, he had bis back turned. But who was this girl and why could she catch knives? It was all about to be answered..

“Hey, Luk... sorry. Feiman. Wait a second!” Feiman had just entered his class room which was still empty when he turned around to meet her eyes. She held out her hand. He shook it. “That was damn cool how you coped with that. Do you take like.. anti-mobbing pills?” She looked at him quite interestedly.

“Nice to meet you to. I just figured the danger was gone so it would be only healthy for me to shrug off the fears. That one moment there now could spare me two years or harassment. Don't you think? But tell me.. how come you can catch knives? I'm not going to ask why, because that was probably just to prevent someone getting killed when you could have stopped it.”

“You are really damn cool. It does seem logical but still, not many people would have been able to stay so calm.”

“I'll take it as a compliment?” He tried a weak smile.

“You may.” Only then did Feiman take the time to look at Sine. She was just a little shorter than him so he guessed they were about the same age. She had black hair with a ton of pink highlights and her eyes were pure blue. And inevitably.. she was wearing black. A long sleeved sweater with the hood down and tight dark jeans. Even her shoes were completely black. “I can catch knives because I can throw them. My ex used to work in the circus and he taught me. And to answer your next question, yes I'm in 11-A as well.” She smiled at him.

“Good to know. Is the seat next to you free? I outta start somewhere if I want to set foot here, you know.”

“Sure, everyone's afraid of me so both seats next to me are empty. It's the middle one in the first row.” Feiman dropped his bag to the left of her chair. Then the bell rang and the rest of the class came in. It was just a normal setup, two or three more boys than girls, and every group had their place in the class.

Since the first lesson had to be canceled because the teacher's car hadn't made it through the snow, Feiman and Sine had time to talk. It was really hot in the classroom but no one cared because of the free period. Sine was still quite interested in how he had managed to hide his feelings from Turob. “You're really great at acting, Feiman. There might be a place I outta show you. Do you have time after school? I can show you around the city anyway.”

“Sure, why not. But please don't get me drunk on my first night here, alright?”

“Oh don't worry. Where I'm taking you the most addictive thing you'll get is Coke Zero”, and she had to laugh. Things were coming out okay for it being his first day.

The teacher that entered in the second period had red hair and an unmistakable Scottish accent. The English lesson went very normal and they started reading the book MacBeth, which didn't surprise Feiman in the least. When the lesson was over though, Sine told Feiman to wait just a few minutes and then she went up to Mr. Shepard, which was the Scot's name.

“Hey Nicolas, you've undoubtedly noticed the new guy?”

“Sure Sine, I introduced him to the class at the beginning.” he frowned. “What's wrong with him?”

“Nothing.. that's the point Nicolas. He'll be the sixth man. He's an excellent actor. Since Max left it's just not the same. We need someone to take his place, you know that well enough. No rogue means we can't steal anything!” She looked at him in a concerned manner but it was obvious how determined she was. She had found the one they needed.

Mr. Shepard, whom she referred to as Nicolas, thought for a moment. Then he took a closer look at Feiman. “You think he's okay with it?” He frowned again and looked at Sine. “Not everyone is comfortable with what we revere, Sine.”

“No trust me, it'll be awesome! He was totally cool when he pretended not to be scared at all from Turob, no one noticed it. Honestly! He'll be a better rogue than Max was!”

“I trust your judgment. It's not that I don't want him to come but you know the others are always a little edgy when new people join us.” Feiman noticed that Mr. Shepard had an aptitude for frowning.

“He isn't a new person. It's like in a casting you can have people who are extraordinary good at resembling a character. But Feiman doesn't just play that character well, he is the character!” she was waving with her arms. “Just give him a chance, you'll see!”

“Well alright. Can't harm can it. Come a little earlier so he can create a rogue. And prepare him.” He smiled at Feiman. Then he went whistling out into the hall carrying his leather bookcase. Feiman had always wondered why teachers had such a bad taste.

“You're in!”, and Sine was jumping around the classroom. “We can finally play again! Now come on, we're skipping the rest of the day so I can show you the city!”

She danced out through of classroom and left Feiman standing there. He was quite confused. He had no idea what the two had been talking about, but it had sounded conspiring. When Sine's head popped in again to see why he wasn't coming all he said was “Did anyone ask me?”.

But in the end he went.

After she had showed him Falkenburg he was quite tired to be honest. They had really seen a lot of the city after she had gotten him a year's ticket to the rapid-transit system. They had eaten some goop at one o'clock and otherwise been busy just walking through the streets. Falkenburg wasn't exactly a large city with 400.000 inhabitants but it was really beautiful and of architectural value. And then, at 4 p.m., she had taken him to Kowalski Street where they stopped in front of a shop with dragons and goblins painted on the windows. “Netherwind” was written across the door as well as the opening hours. She smiled and him and went in. The door shut behind her.

Feiman didn't go in right away. First he took a look at all the figures drawn on the windows and was fascinated by the detail. One purple dragon seem to jump out at him and he could really imagine the cackling of a group of goblins with nail clubs. He didn't even care that the snow was soaking him. He was completely stunned. And then the door opened again and Sine looked out, concerned that he had ran off, but happy when he hit her with a snowball. Then he went up the four steps and through the door.

And he felt as him he had walked into some fantasy movie. The light came from embedded torches, electrical, but the emitted orange light still fascinated him and was manipulated to jitter. The walls to both sides went up about five meters high and were completely covered with filled book shelves. He read a few titles: “Dungeons & Dragons Player's Handbook”... “Tamriel's Third Witch”... “The Witcher”... “Demonic Alchemy”. Then he strafed through the first room and into the second. The walls were again covered with filled book shelves, but there were also many boxes piled up on each other containing all kinds of miniature unicorns, orcs and other fantastical creatures. Some boxes were just loaded with dice, but strange dice he had never seen before. Dice with not just six but up to twenty sides. He took one and rolled it. The face showed a one.

Then Feiman stood up and wanted to look around further, still drawn into the world he was seeing here, when he noticed that he was being watched. By five people, to be exact. Two of them he knew, Sine and Mr. Shepard. Three he didn't. Not yet. He looked at them and all he could say was “Wicked!”

After he had talked to them for a few minutes he knew the other three as well and he had been told to call Mr. Shepard Nicolas instead. The first one was a guy that was just in the beginning of his twenties, studying law in Falkenburg, named Matthew. He was really a bright spark and very talented at evading questions. The second, Patrick, was more in his thirties and was wearing glasses. His hair had a tendency from brown to orange and he owned the shop “Netherwind”. The third one was a girl whom Feiman appraised at about 19 years of age. She had coal black hair and a lot of eye-liner, and even though she was really beautiful she didn't lack any intelligence. She was a little too playful, and Feiman guessed that there was something wrong in her life, something which she tried to hide.

After settling at a table in the backroom and Nicolas admitting that he had maybe been to incredulous, Patrick turned to Feiman to explain to him what all this was actually about. “Now Feiman, this won't be that easy to understand. I would say that what we are gonna try with you, it's called role playing by the way, is something one has to experience to understand it. So I'll keep my explanation as simple as possible, to encourage you see for yourself once we play. Can you follow me?”

“Sure, nothing I'd rather do.” He looked at Sine and they both had to grin.

“Okay, so .. uhm. This is really hard.. why did I volunteer.. okay. Imagine that all of us, except for Nicolas are the characters in a fantasy novel. You've read a fantasy novel haven't you?”

“'Course yes, lord of the rings. There's magic and the heroes need to succeed in destroying this ring. They fight a lot.”

“Yes yes very good. Now imagine that we are the main characters, each one of us resembles someone. The only one who doesn't play a character is Nicolas, we call him the Dungeon Master or just DM. What he does is.. basically he is the author of that fantasy novel. He thinks of a storyline that the characters must adventure, and if we encounter any monsters or allies he takes on their parts. He is so to speak the god. The good thing is that this is a fictional world so he can change it if he wants to. Now if you as a character, in your role, want to try anything that requires some skill or knowledge you roll the twenty-sided dice. Some characters are especially good at things, for example, a rogue is good at pick-pocketing and sneaking whilst a warrior would be much better at kicking in a door. Every character has his advantages and gets bonuses on whatever they are good at. Can you still follow?”

“Uh.. I think so. More, I hope so!” This time it was Jillian who started to grin.

“Okay now whatever you try to do, Nicolas will tell you how it affects the world. The nice thing is that if you want to screw moral obligations and set fire to a town, you can go ahead. Of course then the king will set a bounty on you and you might have to fight imperial guards – like in the real world everything has a consequence. But here.. everything is possible. There is a special rule. If you roll the dice and manage to get a twenty on the dice you automatically succeed at whatever you were trying. That could be something as simple as opening a lock but it could also be surviving a 400 meter fall. The natural twenty, as we call it, represents god and the element of wonders. Anything is possible!”

“That sounds pretty awesome! Sine.. you said you were short a rogue because Max stopped playing with you guys.. so I guess I'm a rogue of some sort?” Everyone looked at her and she blushed a little.

“Looks like it. You can of course choose but it's the role that we're missing. I'll just quickly tell you about us.. I'm playing a vampire called Ayame who has got some freezing magical powers..  Patrick..”

“Can speak for himself. Thanks Sine. I'm the human barbarian Cain who believes more in raw steel than persuasion. I usually take any damage to make sure you don't get hurt. In case you do..”

“You got me, Matthew a.k.a. Seluno. I'm actually an elven priest but in this world worshipers of god are blessed with powers of healing. And we have another magical character..”

All eyes were fixed on Jillian who immediately started to laugh. “Sorry it's just hilarious how all of you are waiting.” and she tried to control herself. “Okay so I play the fey magician Psydia who can cast fire and thunder spells to destroy anything in our path. But I'm usually a bit in the background and only step in when people least expect me to. Yerrr..”

“So Nicolas, tell me. How do I win?” He looked a little fearfully to Nicolas who had been studying a self-drawn map, obviously of the fantasy world they were about to delve into.

“Oh no no no, you've misunderstood. This isn't one of those I-wanna-be-the-best games. Here you work together. The only way to win is teamwork. There are tasks you couldn't dare dream of accomplishing on your own. Get used to making friends with those four retards.”

They all protested, but Nicolas just grinned. Then Patrick leaned over to Feiman and encouraged him to say who he will be.

“So Rogue is like a thief, right?” Their nodding was affirmative. “Okay so I don't know too much about fantastical worlds but as far as I know elves tend to be the agile and sly ones so I go for an elf. And then of course he will be a rogue.. uhm can I, like, specialize in some combat style?” Again nodding. “Okay so I want to dual wield daggers. And then as a rogue I reckon I'm good at stealing things, stealth and picking locks, correct?”

“All set.” Patrick smiled. “And now what's your name?”

Feiman took a deep breath and a sip coke when someone handed him the bottle. “I think.. Diablo!”
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« Antwort #1 am: 10. Dezember 2011, 13:26:38 »

gefällt mir sehr gut, die Einleitung wäre mir ein wenig zuviel, aber die Erklärung sind schon sehr gut.
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« Antwort #2 am: 10. Dezember 2011, 21:41:06 »

Okay Danke, ich muss allerdings zwölf Kapitel füllen daher ist manchmal ein wenig unwichtiges für die Geschichte dabei. Ich pass es trotzdem gerne im Nachhinein nochmal an wenn du das für zu viel hältst?
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« Antwort #3 am: 11. Dezember 2011, 13:06:00 »

vielleicht als Idee, die reale Geschichte mit dem Rollenspiel irgendwie verknüpfen, ähnlich wie in Astopia den Film, wenn du eine Analogie brauchst Smiley
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« Antwort #4 am: 11. Dezember 2011, 14:05:55 »

Ich hab Astropia zwar nie gesehen aber das wäre jetzt eine gute Gelegenheit. Vielen Dank für den Tipp!
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« Antwort #5 am: 19. Dezember 2011, 12:37:52 »

Da kommt ja fast ein bisczhen Nostalgie auf, wenn man daran denkt, wie man das erste Mal ,,rekrutiert,, wurde Smiley
Ich fand nur es waren ein paar viele Einführungen auf einmal - mit diesen ganzen Leuten die schon alle da sind. Vllt könnten ja auch zwei erst später kommen - es kommen doch eh immer alle zu spät ^^ oder ist das nur in Berlin so und in Falkenburg anders Zunge
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« Antwort #6 am: 20. Dezember 2011, 23:24:53 »

Hi Paul,

also du hast schon Recht, beim zweiten Lesen ist es ein wenig ulkig.. aber naja. Es ist ja nicht die einzige Session Zwinkernd

Dieser Thread ist somit geschlossen, bitte postet alles Weitere in die nächsten Kapitel! Danke!

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Konntet Ihr mich bitte als Moderator dieses Threads austragen? Danke.

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