I've found that roleplaying is it's own reward. However, since I'm playing a game with friends scattered across 3 time zones and two countries using maptool, usually when we actually game we get a lot of that pesky combat out of the way, in between sessions I started up a series of "In Character" threads.
Here is an example:
Goblin Burial Chamber
Sharn. Below the City.
A simple task of destroying a Kruthik lair has swiftly turned into a mystery and exploration of a 5000 year old burial chamber beneath Sharn. Clearly someone stumbled upon this chamber, disturbing a clutch of Kruthiks in the process. Whatever lies within the tomb, the designers didn’t want anyone to find. The first room appeared to be a puzzle which summoned creatures from hell, followed by a room built to look like a dragon’s maw, complete with a magical rotating stone in a pit to simulate being ground up and digested. Finally, after barely escaping the Maw of the Dragon, the party burst into a room rank with the smell of death and humid from a constant flow of water from the ceiling into a grate in the floor. Here, the party fought undead guardians protected by enchanted displacer beast statues. Two more Kruthiks joined the fight from the ceiling where the water is pouring. The magic of the statues dissipated as the final guardian fell. Tired and exhausted from their ordeals, the party decides to rest as the smell of death, humidity and vinegar linger in the air.
Grayos: Is there really, at any point, where we could catch a respite from walking into a room and something vile happ- By the Nine Hells, deva, what is wrong with your eyes?
(Grayos considers his knowledge of history, arcana, and religion to recall if anything like this has ever occurred, but comes up with nothing.)
Mathas: My eyes? What do you mean?
Grayos: In all my studies I’ve yet to even HEAR of, much less SEE, a deva with purple eyes… And glowing, no less. They were not that way when we arrived in Sharn originally. Did something transpire?
Mathas: No, not that I’m aware of.
Grayos: (curses his utter lack of being able to read people) Do you feel any different? Ill perhaps? Is anyone capable of perhaps diagnosing a disease that could do that? Were you bitten by a kruthik?
Mathas: I can’t imagine you’ve seen many of my kind in your life in any case. Perhaps it’s just a trick of the light. My vision doesn’t seem to have changed, and my eyes are white, not purple.
Grayos: You can’t imagine I’ve seen many…? Do you think I got to be in the position of where I am by being related to an ettin? I’ve read countless books about my home country, and mark my words, rakshasa number in the not-so-few. So yes, I know a bit about Deva, and even still, I can most assuredly see the change, markedly the glow. Here, have a look…
(Grayos uses prestidigitation to create a high-gloss surface akin to a mirror to allow MATHAS to view himself)
Vralwyn: The Tiefling speaks truly, there is something different about you Deva.
Mathas: (startles as he glances at the mirror, noticing not just his eyes, but the dark circles under his eyes) I… I don’t know. I feel fine, really, other than just being tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.
(Tor simply mutters to himself, then moves closer to MATHAS as if he, or something else would like a better look at his transformation)
Mathas: Well the night before we left the upper portion of the city, I had my last nightmare. He came to me then and showed me what was to become of us. He showed me my failure, and your deaths. I have failed so many times, and, it must not continue. He offered his help, which I accepted. Though it was only a dream, I feel, well, more empowered, like I’m not alone in my task. There is always the voice to guide me. I feel as if I can call on him for anything and he’ll answer.
Grayos: He? Who is this “he” you speak of? Not that I’m paranoid, but allow me to say that deals made in such a manner, well, I would be wary. I should know, I have a little experience in that area. (Grayos indicates his horns) How were our deaths portrayed by this… Being?
Mathas: He is Chemosh.
(As soon as the word Chemosh is uttered all eyes from the robe focus on Mathas and stare at him intently)
Mathas: You were all dead… No, I don’t know how… You were all on the floor as I battled Erandis d’Vol. She taunted me again, and again like she always has, showing me my failure. She will not have my soul, but must be made to release those she has taken!
(Mathas’ eyes flare with wisps of purple flame)
Tor: (Looks a bit perplexed) “We were all dead?”
(Tor turns away from Mathas, the eyes of his coat still fixed upon the deva.)
Tor: I don’t understand, how does this all connect? (he says to no one in particular.)
Vralwyn: (Gives Mathas and Tor a confused look) Pardon my confusion but all this information is new to me.
(He rubs his chin, thinking. After a moment he addresses Mathas)
Vralwyn: Let me see if I understand this. Erandis d’Vol is some enemy of yours. She is an eater of souls, a demon? And because you had a vision of her defeating you, you’ve now allied yourself with some unknown power called Chemosh, who has changed you in some fashion.
(Vralwyn turns to face Tor)
Vralwyn: Could your new ‘friend’ (Vralwyn indicates the cloak) be Chemosh or one of its agents? Certainly you both have … ‘changed’ since we first met. I wonder if the Goblin ancestors have taken to looking for more worthy vessels than there kin. It would explain why you two are now hosts to… whatever it is you are carrying.
Tor: The two may be connected …something …feels amiss. I can feel the change coming over me. A shadow moving past my soul, but I know I am still in control. But since the mention of …that name …I feel something bad is going to happen and I fear the worse.
Mathas: Does the name Chemosh mean something to you? Is there some tie to Belashyrra?
Tor: I’m not sure …not yet. As for Belashyrra, his eyes are watching our actions. The new player agitates the coat …but what I’m unsure of is whether or not it’s pleasure or displeasure.
Grayos: And the… Voices? They tell you nothing?
(Grayos ponders the name “Chemosh” for a moment, trying to recall if his reading in arcane lore, divine literature, or historical tomes has resulted in coming across this name before, or any relation to Belashyrra. However, he seems unable to recall anything. Grayos turns to Tor)
Grayos: When you say “something bad is going to happen”… Anything more specific than that? To us? Or does your malefactor fear the name Chemosh?
Tor: Oddly …they’ve been silent. I cannot say …but death surrounds us.
Grayos: As well as kruthiks, goblins, kobolds, and undead, but apparently that doesn’t halt our progress into things that are worse. Not that I can presume to know the workings of a garment of eyes, but I’d think that this would be a good time to chime in with all the activity.
Mathas: Erandis d’Vol is the matriarch of House d’Vol, and an abomination that has lived hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Her evil deeds have followed me for many of my lives, always have I failed to bring her down. Chemosh found me. I did not search for him. I believe he has shown me the truth of things and will aid me as he says he would. We’ll need all the help we can get.
Grayos: I agree, we will probably need all the help we can get… Though I am a little curious how the topic went from singular to plural. When was it decided we needed to go after House Vol? The followers only are ambitious, maybe a bit dark, but from all my readings, not evil. Why do we seek to pick a fight with the leader of the house? As well, not to pass judgment, as members of my… Lineage are less than wholesome, but this whole ordeal of making deals with devils, or far realm beings, are you not worried?
Mathas: I cannot speak for you or the party. My task is, and always has been, to destroy her. That may not align with our current goals now, but know that vengeance courses through my veins. D’Vol is not a being to be underestimated. She has had a hand in atrocities that have touched not only my life, but the lives of all the people of Khorvaire. I beg you to not underestimate her or discount her involvement. I know she is behind this…
Grayos: I’m not saying you do. I’m simply posing questions that I feel should be brought up. By no means am I implying an undead creature is wholesome, but I also am leery to judge a book by its cover. I guess, at this point, we’ve killed for less, so as long as you’re positive, we can chalk another target up. I hope that you have not become the next conduit, though, for this Xoriat being to come through.
Mathas: I’m not sure Chemosh is from Xoriat. Though, you might know more about these sorts of things than I.
Grayos: Does your patron voice anything to YOU, Mathas?
Mathas: Yes, he has. Though we haven’t had long conversations, he has been nothing but pleasant to me. He offered me aid in exchange for assisting him in punishing his children. I think they may have done something horrible.
Grayos: Well, I was meaning something specific to the coat of eyes activity, but that’s an intriguing revelation. Children, you say? Is there any indication of who these children might be or what they did? And you say he is not FROM Xoriat, but is trapped there?
Mathas: I’m afraid I don’t know.
Grayos: Well I’m sure we’ll end up finding out eventually, as it appears he, as well as Belashyrra, have decided to engulf us in their fates.
Tor: Wait …it’s fear …my coat is feeling fear.
(Tor stumbles back from Mathas)
Tor: Regardless we must get out of here.
(Tor’s own eyes begin to show the fear that is washing over him)
Grayos: Get out of HERE, or get away from Chemosh?
Tor: I am unsure.
Vralwyn: This is just idle speculation, but could it be that what Chemosh’s children did wrong has something to do with Belashyrra? Perhaps they abandoned one patron for another? I hope I’m wrong in this. I’d hate to see you two forced into a battle not of your own making.
Mathas: Something has unnerved you. Maybe it would be a good idea to share. Whatever is there to fear, I can’t say I’m feeling it.
Grayos: I’d wager to say that since he’s reeling back from you, it probably has something to do with you. This ought to lead to a lovely conclusion…
Tor: (Tor looks sternly at Mathas) Of course not …you’re the source. The coat is quiet now, I need answers …we must move on.
Grayos: Did I just hear a thunderclap outside? Is it raining? Hmm… Maybe I’m hearing things.
Mathas: Not sure I follow. All I know is I could use a good night’s sleep for once. Maybe you are hearing things, Grayos. You wouldn’t be the first one. <eyes>
Grayos: It just seemed like the perfect backdrop for a lightning crash and a little thunder, but as we have no bard or other purveyor of dramatic effects, well, we’ll just have to suffer with eyes… Lots of them.
Mathas: In any case, I meant to ask you about your university appointment. How did you manage to secure a position in one of the more esteemed universities in Sharn in such a short period of time? I’ve never heard of such a thing. <watches>
Grayos: Tch, says the individual who invites otherworldly beings into themselves, for what nefarious purpose I’m not sure. Mayhap the individual who is the eyes for a macabre painter shall chime in and pass judgment as well? And what, pray tell, do you presume I’m not telling you? I have told you nothing but truth. I’m unaware of the inner workings of how the application was pushed through, but I DO know that it worked out for the benefit of all of us. Everyone. Would anyone else care to ARBITRARILY imply something?
Mathas: Very well, then. I’m sure it will all come out in time. Though I would caution you, I am not easily deceived. For you see, the eyes always show the truth, even when words do not.
(Mathas glances at Tor’s coat and chuckles)
(Waits)
Mathas: That was a joke.
Tor: We …err …I am not amused.
Grayos: Oh come off it, Warden. We’re aware that there’s basically two of you there. So as it appears no other party members need help with pointing out the specs in each others’ eyes, I imagine we should get some sleep and prepare for the follies that tomorrow will bring.
Here is an example:
Goblin Burial Chamber
Sharn. Below the City.
A simple task of destroying a Kruthik lair has swiftly turned into a mystery and exploration of a 5000 year old burial chamber beneath Sharn. Clearly someone stumbled upon this chamber, disturbing a clutch of Kruthiks in the process. Whatever lies within the tomb, the designers didn’t want anyone to find. The first room appeared to be a puzzle which summoned creatures from hell, followed by a room built to look like a dragon’s maw, complete with a magical rotating stone in a pit to simulate being ground up and digested. Finally, after barely escaping the Maw of the Dragon, the party burst into a room rank with the smell of death and humid from a constant flow of water from the ceiling into a grate in the floor. Here, the party fought undead guardians protected by enchanted displacer beast statues. Two more Kruthiks joined the fight from the ceiling where the water is pouring. The magic of the statues dissipated as the final guardian fell. Tired and exhausted from their ordeals, the party decides to rest as the smell of death, humidity and vinegar linger in the air.
Grayos: Is there really, at any point, where we could catch a respite from walking into a room and something vile happ- By the Nine Hells, deva, what is wrong with your eyes?
(Grayos considers his knowledge of history, arcana, and religion to recall if anything like this has ever occurred, but comes up with nothing.)
Mathas: My eyes? What do you mean?
Grayos: In all my studies I’ve yet to even HEAR of, much less SEE, a deva with purple eyes… And glowing, no less. They were not that way when we arrived in Sharn originally. Did something transpire?
Mathas: No, not that I’m aware of.
Grayos: (curses his utter lack of being able to read people) Do you feel any different? Ill perhaps? Is anyone capable of perhaps diagnosing a disease that could do that? Were you bitten by a kruthik?
Mathas: I can’t imagine you’ve seen many of my kind in your life in any case. Perhaps it’s just a trick of the light. My vision doesn’t seem to have changed, and my eyes are white, not purple.
Grayos: You can’t imagine I’ve seen many…? Do you think I got to be in the position of where I am by being related to an ettin? I’ve read countless books about my home country, and mark my words, rakshasa number in the not-so-few. So yes, I know a bit about Deva, and even still, I can most assuredly see the change, markedly the glow. Here, have a look…
(Grayos uses prestidigitation to create a high-gloss surface akin to a mirror to allow MATHAS to view himself)
Vralwyn: The Tiefling speaks truly, there is something different about you Deva.
Mathas: (startles as he glances at the mirror, noticing not just his eyes, but the dark circles under his eyes) I… I don’t know. I feel fine, really, other than just being tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.
(Tor simply mutters to himself, then moves closer to MATHAS as if he, or something else would like a better look at his transformation)
Mathas: Well the night before we left the upper portion of the city, I had my last nightmare. He came to me then and showed me what was to become of us. He showed me my failure, and your deaths. I have failed so many times, and, it must not continue. He offered his help, which I accepted. Though it was only a dream, I feel, well, more empowered, like I’m not alone in my task. There is always the voice to guide me. I feel as if I can call on him for anything and he’ll answer.
Grayos: He? Who is this “he” you speak of? Not that I’m paranoid, but allow me to say that deals made in such a manner, well, I would be wary. I should know, I have a little experience in that area. (Grayos indicates his horns) How were our deaths portrayed by this… Being?
Mathas: He is Chemosh.
(As soon as the word Chemosh is uttered all eyes from the robe focus on Mathas and stare at him intently)
Mathas: You were all dead… No, I don’t know how… You were all on the floor as I battled Erandis d’Vol. She taunted me again, and again like she always has, showing me my failure. She will not have my soul, but must be made to release those she has taken!
(Mathas’ eyes flare with wisps of purple flame)
Tor: (Looks a bit perplexed) “We were all dead?”
(Tor turns away from Mathas, the eyes of his coat still fixed upon the deva.)
Tor: I don’t understand, how does this all connect? (he says to no one in particular.)
Vralwyn: (Gives Mathas and Tor a confused look) Pardon my confusion but all this information is new to me.
(He rubs his chin, thinking. After a moment he addresses Mathas)
Vralwyn: Let me see if I understand this. Erandis d’Vol is some enemy of yours. She is an eater of souls, a demon? And because you had a vision of her defeating you, you’ve now allied yourself with some unknown power called Chemosh, who has changed you in some fashion.
(Vralwyn turns to face Tor)
Vralwyn: Could your new ‘friend’ (Vralwyn indicates the cloak) be Chemosh or one of its agents? Certainly you both have … ‘changed’ since we first met. I wonder if the Goblin ancestors have taken to looking for more worthy vessels than there kin. It would explain why you two are now hosts to… whatever it is you are carrying.
Tor: The two may be connected …something …feels amiss. I can feel the change coming over me. A shadow moving past my soul, but I know I am still in control. But since the mention of …that name …I feel something bad is going to happen and I fear the worse.
Mathas: Does the name Chemosh mean something to you? Is there some tie to Belashyrra?
Tor: I’m not sure …not yet. As for Belashyrra, his eyes are watching our actions. The new player agitates the coat …but what I’m unsure of is whether or not it’s pleasure or displeasure.
Grayos: And the… Voices? They tell you nothing?
(Grayos ponders the name “Chemosh” for a moment, trying to recall if his reading in arcane lore, divine literature, or historical tomes has resulted in coming across this name before, or any relation to Belashyrra. However, he seems unable to recall anything. Grayos turns to Tor)
Grayos: When you say “something bad is going to happen”… Anything more specific than that? To us? Or does your malefactor fear the name Chemosh?
Tor: Oddly …they’ve been silent. I cannot say …but death surrounds us.
Grayos: As well as kruthiks, goblins, kobolds, and undead, but apparently that doesn’t halt our progress into things that are worse. Not that I can presume to know the workings of a garment of eyes, but I’d think that this would be a good time to chime in with all the activity.
Mathas: Erandis d’Vol is the matriarch of House d’Vol, and an abomination that has lived hundreds, if not thousands, of years. Her evil deeds have followed me for many of my lives, always have I failed to bring her down. Chemosh found me. I did not search for him. I believe he has shown me the truth of things and will aid me as he says he would. We’ll need all the help we can get.
Grayos: I agree, we will probably need all the help we can get… Though I am a little curious how the topic went from singular to plural. When was it decided we needed to go after House Vol? The followers only are ambitious, maybe a bit dark, but from all my readings, not evil. Why do we seek to pick a fight with the leader of the house? As well, not to pass judgment, as members of my… Lineage are less than wholesome, but this whole ordeal of making deals with devils, or far realm beings, are you not worried?
Mathas: I cannot speak for you or the party. My task is, and always has been, to destroy her. That may not align with our current goals now, but know that vengeance courses through my veins. D’Vol is not a being to be underestimated. She has had a hand in atrocities that have touched not only my life, but the lives of all the people of Khorvaire. I beg you to not underestimate her or discount her involvement. I know she is behind this…
Grayos: I’m not saying you do. I’m simply posing questions that I feel should be brought up. By no means am I implying an undead creature is wholesome, but I also am leery to judge a book by its cover. I guess, at this point, we’ve killed for less, so as long as you’re positive, we can chalk another target up. I hope that you have not become the next conduit, though, for this Xoriat being to come through.
Mathas: I’m not sure Chemosh is from Xoriat. Though, you might know more about these sorts of things than I.
Grayos: Does your patron voice anything to YOU, Mathas?
Mathas: Yes, he has. Though we haven’t had long conversations, he has been nothing but pleasant to me. He offered me aid in exchange for assisting him in punishing his children. I think they may have done something horrible.
Grayos: Well, I was meaning something specific to the coat of eyes activity, but that’s an intriguing revelation. Children, you say? Is there any indication of who these children might be or what they did? And you say he is not FROM Xoriat, but is trapped there?
Mathas: I’m afraid I don’t know.
Grayos: Well I’m sure we’ll end up finding out eventually, as it appears he, as well as Belashyrra, have decided to engulf us in their fates.
Tor: Wait …it’s fear …my coat is feeling fear.
(Tor stumbles back from Mathas)
Tor: Regardless we must get out of here.
(Tor’s own eyes begin to show the fear that is washing over him)
Grayos: Get out of HERE, or get away from Chemosh?
Tor: I am unsure.
Vralwyn: This is just idle speculation, but could it be that what Chemosh’s children did wrong has something to do with Belashyrra? Perhaps they abandoned one patron for another? I hope I’m wrong in this. I’d hate to see you two forced into a battle not of your own making.
Mathas: Something has unnerved you. Maybe it would be a good idea to share. Whatever is there to fear, I can’t say I’m feeling it.
Grayos: I’d wager to say that since he’s reeling back from you, it probably has something to do with you. This ought to lead to a lovely conclusion…
Tor: (Tor looks sternly at Mathas) Of course not …you’re the source. The coat is quiet now, I need answers …we must move on.
Grayos: Did I just hear a thunderclap outside? Is it raining? Hmm… Maybe I’m hearing things.
Mathas: Not sure I follow. All I know is I could use a good night’s sleep for once. Maybe you are hearing things, Grayos. You wouldn’t be the first one. <eyes>
Grayos: It just seemed like the perfect backdrop for a lightning crash and a little thunder, but as we have no bard or other purveyor of dramatic effects, well, we’ll just have to suffer with eyes… Lots of them.
Mathas: In any case, I meant to ask you about your university appointment. How did you manage to secure a position in one of the more esteemed universities in Sharn in such a short period of time? I’ve never heard of such a thing. <watches>
Grayos: Tch, says the individual who invites otherworldly beings into themselves, for what nefarious purpose I’m not sure. Mayhap the individual who is the eyes for a macabre painter shall chime in and pass judgment as well? And what, pray tell, do you presume I’m not telling you? I have told you nothing but truth. I’m unaware of the inner workings of how the application was pushed through, but I DO know that it worked out for the benefit of all of us. Everyone. Would anyone else care to ARBITRARILY imply something?
Mathas: Very well, then. I’m sure it will all come out in time. Though I would caution you, I am not easily deceived. For you see, the eyes always show the truth, even when words do not.
(Mathas glances at Tor’s coat and chuckles)
(Waits)
Mathas: That was a joke.
Tor: We …err …I am not amused.
Grayos: Oh come off it, Warden. We’re aware that there’s basically two of you there. So as it appears no other party members need help with pointing out the specs in each others’ eyes, I imagine we should get some sleep and prepare for the follies that tomorrow will bring.