Well, I'm the newest member of the Fellowship, and it's good to belong to such a fine empire such as this.
I will play as much as I can to keep the ratings up while still having some semblance of a life outside of the game. Ah the real world conflicts with my entertainment... my nephew visits and plays the game too, so I have to compete for my own computer sometimes. 
For those of you who don't recognize my name, it's from a Lois McMaster Bujold military scifi book series about Miles Vorkosigan who has a side job as Miles Naismith in a mercenary fleet. (shameless plug for Bujold, but her books are that good).
I thought the name apt because Miles Naismith is Vorkosigan's alter ego, one bent one aspirations of serving his empire while furthering his own alter-ego.
In GalCiv I play my alter ego, always trying to be the most powerful I can be in my games, and above all to remain loyal to my empire. 
Long Live the Fellowship of the Ring! 
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I have an Idea for you Bob if you and ray. would agree.
Race: Human
Class: Thief illusionist (worked that darksideof the force and pirate in there.
Occupation: Pirate.
Reason for Joining: Hey, I'm a pirate.
        
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Analysis of the latest beta changes posted in the Mods forum. Spoilers abound so don't read if you don't want to know. 
     
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I used to play AD&D and have played Baldur's Gate so I know about RPG, but what massively multiplayer computer game are you guys talking about? Is Galciv considered MMORPG?
I don't know what to think of you G.R.O.S.S. peeps, but thanks for the welcoming Vincible and Ray.
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Where are my manners? Welcome aboard Miles! We spearheaded our short lived trip to the top of the Meta boards, but the MWC has already retaken the top spot.
Damn corn-fed bully boys...
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There are two modes of role-playing in the Fellowship, Miles.
The active mode involves writing up stories like what vincible, Gengsta, Mad Prophet and others have done.
The passive mode involves stating your preferred character on this thread. Some of us would just write you in as we move along. What I usually do as well is to flesh out your characters based on your persona on the forum.
The MMORPG is really our term for the virtual role-playing universe that we have written for ourselves. The Fellowship MMORPG is fantasy based happening on the planet Meta (something alike to Middle Earth). There is another one happening in parallel called the War of the Worlds, which is more space age.
Actually guys, Miles made some good suggestions on improving the empire in another thread. I thought the Jedi Republic website is kinda cool. We could still retain our discussions in this thread yet have a separate website to put up interesting empire stuff.
Maybe one page for Empire philosophy, one as membership register and another for our MMORPG story/characters. What do you guys think?
Some technically competent member has to do it though. I'm quite technically challenged.
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Name: Miles Naismith nee Vorkosigan
Class: Dual class-- 2 levels Monk, 4 levels Bard
Alignment: Lawful Nuetral
'Twas a dark and stormy night at the tavern, and I found meself looking down into me ale mug wondering what 'twas next for me. Betwixt and between was I, neither here nor there in any adventure party. A white-robed cowled figure strode up to me table just then as if appearing by magic, and said "I am Ray aka 'The Wanderer'. Ye look to be just the type of folk I need to round out me party."
"Surely you need others," I replied.
"We always need others," said Ray equably.
"I am inexperienced, but growing in knowledge and power by the month--me thinks I can be of value to your cause," stated I earnestly.
"Let us go meet the other's--they're staying at the Fellowship Inn."
Eagerly I followed Ray The Wanderer out of the tavern towards the inn. In the lobby was a raucous bunch of rogues who spake at us, "We are the rogues in this town, so don't go gettin' no ideas 'bout messing with us."
"We don't want any trouble with your type. You can have your underworld as far as we're concerned," stated Ray amiably.
I then met the others, and a fine bunch were they. I could tell I had joined the right adventure party, such a diverse and rounded out group I had never seen.
Friendly faces all--I knew I would come to depend on them in battle as they would depend on me for support in me areas of expertise. Ray left me at the inn, never tarrying too long at any place, even at the Fellowship inn, going out in search of more adventurers. Putting in check me newfound enthusiasm, I resigned meself to observe the ways of this new group in order to find my role in the grand scheme of the whole adventure party social setting. The up-coming adventure and battle would be epic in scope, and keen was I to do me part.
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Well that's it for now, I will post more RPG as more of the story unfolds.
Thanks for the welcome Five-O
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Devolping a eager thirst for ale I left the inn to go back to the tavern. In the city streets I was accosted by a stranger who said he knew me.
"What's my name then," said I.
"Naismith," replied the man dressed as a man of imperial attire of the kingdom G.R.O.S.S.
"What do you want of me?" I inquired.
"I know who you are and we're watching you. Watch your step," said the stranger.
"Be gone," stated I evenly, "I don't need any trouble for meself."
Haunted by me past was I, and me prior troubles with
the G.R.O.S.S. kingdom was coming back to drop on me like a karma anvil. Knowing the enemy was honing it's blades for a imminent battle, I fled back to the safety of the Fellowship inn breathing heavily.
Edit: I hate when I get dyslexic in my typing
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It's not that bad, Gengsta. Even though I researched most of my techs, I still managed to finish my game in 17 game years. It basically involves spending money on research consistently to get in the techs quickly.
But yes, it is so much easier and quicker just to trade for them.
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Great to see you getting so quickly into the swing of things, Miles.
We have lots of visitors in our thread. The Spymaster Gerakken is a frequent visitor and a friend of the Fellowship. He works often in the shadows, observing the comings and goings of every empire.
And you have chosen a very unique class, Miles. A multi-classing monk/bard. I wonder what kind of songs this monastic bard sings? We have another bard in the Fellowship, Michael Casey.
I'm going to script you into our MMORPG as a battle-song singing warrior monk.
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Laughing out loud,
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You hit the nail on the head, but mostly I do epic instrumentals, due to a deep voice. 
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I may shame myself by posting this but here's a battle song I wrote a while ago:
SPACE TIGER
Somewhere in the darkness of space
A Space Tiger, predatory grin on his face
Elite force on the prowl
Spots an unsuspecting enemy
Engines roar a ferocious growl
And yet approaching so stealthily
Hidden behind Pantheus’ moon
Ready to pounce, cat eyes focusing
Lord of the jungle void
Wearing his colors with pride
Armed to bloodthirsty teeth
Stealing through the dark
Powerful prey he seeks
Paw and maw anxious to strike
Living by his fierce creed
He’ll earn his black stripes tonight
Springing forth with lunar acceleration
He closes on the suprised foe
The quarry bolts, an adrenalin reaction
A chase ensues, emotions soar
Photons not finding an agile target
Flitting ship awash in light and shadow
Time-delay bombs from prey eject
Pursuer’s craft rumbles, a wounding blow
Lord of the jungle void
Wearing his colors with pride
Armed to bloodthirsty teeth
Stealing through the dark
Powerful prey he seeks
Paw and maw anxious to strike
Living by his fierce creed
He’ll earn his black stripes tonight
Time and space bending in their wake
Iron-willed bloodlust consumes his mind
The enemy he will break
The opportunity he must find
Observing his quarry flee
Anticipates the move with glee
Firing weapons still online
Claws and teeth purchase hull
Pathways surge to engine spine
Overloads and explodes in fiery shambles
Lord of the jungle void
Wearing his colors with pride
Armed to bloodthirsty teeth
Stealing through the dark
Powerful prey he seeks
Paw and maw anxious to strike
Living by his fierce creed
He’ll earn his black stripes tonight
He tarries only to make repairs
Then continues stalking the stars.
Too bad no one sings space songs, but if they did they would definitely need action like this has.
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I swear I was going to ask you to post a battle song and lo and behold, you post one.
Your battling compatriots may not have a clue what a Space Tiger is but they are going to be hearing this song sometime soon.
Keep those compositions coming!
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Idleprocess opened his eyes. His face was ashen and he looked tired.
“My wizard eye spell reveals that the Undead encampment lies just behind the small knoll to our west. Their main command camp is on top of the knoll. Be warned, they have foul magicians among them. One of them detected my presence and sent a stalker after me. I barely managed to withdraw in time.”
The Fellowship and their allies were gathered in counsel, planning the defense of the Halls against the impending Undead onslaught.
“Where’s Ray and our wizard brethen? They will know how to deal with those necromancers.” Miles the warrior monk wondered out loud.
“They are recuperating from the encounter with the Ring.” They turned to see HawaiiFive-O emerging from a side Hall. “The safety of the Halls is in our hands.”
“Idleprocess, what else did you see? How many Undead do we face?” Theleb asked.
“The zombies and skeletal warriors are too numerous to count. I noticed something though. They have powerfully built warriors clad with dark armor mounted on hellish mounts. Not too many but they number about a dozen or so.”
Barry spat on the floor and grimaced. “Those are Death Knights. I have had skirmishes with them before. They are more skilful than a Rohan Battlerider and have better range but these demons are not so hard to kill.” Smiling at his last statement, Barry fingered his gleaming double-handed great sword.
“They will be the first to arrive.” Gibbie the dark elf murmured. “The Undead use them as shock troops. Meeting them on open ground spells certain death for us. We must think of a plan to isolate them.” Gibbie’s eyes glinted.
Their discussions were interrupted by a loud voice from without.
“Hail, members of the Fellowship! We have been sent by the Spymaster to assist in the defense of the Halls.”
“My name is Plephart, a ranger of the nearby woods. With me is Darth Bob, a thief/illusionist from GROSS Bay.”
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Dropbear noted Miles stagger out of the tavern. He nodded thoughtfully. Yep, another clone!
    
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Congrats Ray on your elevated position. Savour it, before your fall! 
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Ray, my last post, I meant in a fictional way, not in a nasty way. 
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