World’s End Tavern: Role-play and Fan Fiction

Oct 26, 2010 Welcome: Please Read! Welcome to the World's End Tavern forum! This forum is here to provide you with a friendly environment where you can discuss role-playing with your fellow World of Warcraft players. Community forums work best when participants treat their fellow posters with respect and courtesy, so we ask that you take the time to read through the forum Code of Conduct ( and guidelines ( before posting. Important Reminders: Search The search function at the top of the World of Warcraft community site is extremely effective and robust. Before you create a new forum topic, please be use it to search for similar topics, blog posts, or web pages that may contain the answer for which you are looking. Making a new thread on an existing subject can result in your thread being deleted or, if you continue to re-post the same content, the loss of your forum privileges for spamming. Rating The forum rating system can be used to promote positive discussion, demote unhelpful comments, and even report posts that violate the forum Code of Conduct. By hovering over a post you'll be presented with several options, including a "thumbs up" (Like) and a "thumbs down" (Dislike) icon. Clicking the "thumbs up" icon will rate the post up. If enough people like a post, it will gain a Highly Rated status and appear at the top of related search results. Highly Rated posts will also have a highlighted background. Clicking the "thumbs down" icon will expand a drop-down menu which will include "Dislike," "Trolling, "Spam" and "Report" options. "Dislike" will rate the post down. If enough people dislike a post, it will be darkened, and with a lot of dislikes it will be hidden completely. You can also quickly report a post as trolling or spam, or use the report function to fill out a more comprehensive description of a violation. Please note that you can only rate each post once. Use your power wisely to help foster a positive and helpful forum community. Have fun posting on these forums, and good luck with your adventures in Azeroth!Lylirra1 Oct 26, 2010
Feb 8, 2015 Introducing Your Character to the Universe! How there, folks! This thread is for anybody who wants to share a short and brief description of their character, and I recommend that you use this format to share; Character's Name: Realm: Level: Age: Current Residence: Short Back Story: *Short Back-Stories Must Be Under 200 Words! If you must know what this look like well. ---Start---- ---Finish--- Seven Lines of Back Story Allowed!Dèstiny1000 Feb 8, 2015
Oct 5 [Guide] In-Game Roleplay -- The Basics Thank you all for your efforts and hard work, everyone! This guide would not be where it is today without your support and feedback, and I hope it can serve as a valuable resource for people to turn to for years to come! This guide, as stated above in the topic title, will be all about the basics of in-game roleplaying, and will be relatively lengthy. It will include examples for you to see, explanations for you to understand, and links to other very helpful threads and resources to help you learn about the joy of roleplaying. Also, since I do not consider myself the best of the best, I am completely open to criticism intended to correct or better the information provided here. Any suggestions for corrections, additions, or deletions are completely welcome, and preferred. After all, this guide is meant to be helpful and insightful when it comes to in-game roleplaying, not a bunch of drivel that doesn't help anyone or make sense. Even if you're skeptical about some piece of information, question me! I'll be happy to answer, and if I'm not available to respond someone else might be around to do so! Table of Contents I. Basic Roleplaying Terms II. Preparations for Roleplaying - 1. Character Development - 2. And The Things You Need to Know to Start III. Roleplaying Fights IV. Open World RP vs. Group RP V. Griefers and You VI. Using Online Resources for RP VII. Transitioning to Forum RP VIII. Helpful Links CompilationShandrís109 Oct 5
Aug 11, 2017 Forum RP: Types and Expectations ((Guide)) Hell Yeah! :D Thanks all, hope you enjoy this guide. Before I start. This is a very long guide, feel free to skip to the bits that are relevant to you. If you want to know how to start a Closed RP, go to that section. If you want to know about Expectations of Open RP, skip there. Also feel very free to offer constructive criticism, or criticism in general, every post is a bump :) This, as the title suggests is about Forum RP. If you wish for a Guide on In-game RP, I suggest: The above guide is very easy to read, and a lot of the basics can even be strongly relevant to forum RP. Even if you don't plan to in-game RP, the above is an easy read and comes with a few strong links that relate to forum RP as well. Edit: Second reference: This is another written set of guidelines and rules, check them out for another reference if you like, it's definitely more compact than this and might give you a good summary. And lastly: This is a brilliantly written ongoing statement and guide. It's not only personal, but comes from an experienced and helpful person. Types of Forum RPs This thread is an expression of my opinion. I am not stating fact, but I am hoping that I am vague and general enough for it to be true, even if skewed a little. I am writing this guide, so that people can understand what the different forum tags mean, how you can get into different types of RP, how you are expected to act in them, and how they work in general. First of all and most important: You are not expected to read this whole thing, it is considerably long and detailed and I probably should have condensed it. But, if you read anything, please read the second post, with Expectations and the Rules of RP, this is probably the most important part of this thread! Feel free to post criticism. Even if I disagree, I will post any valid arguments up on my first posts, for anyone else to read, so they can understand the mixed opinions that are present. This guide will also shape and form from structured opinion, I will edit as seems fit. At the start this might seem a little... not good... but with help from our community, it will grow better. I will be focusing on two main types of RP. Open, and Closed. However I will also delve into the variants of each, such as the Tavern RP, and the structured Closed RP. I will try and keep a vague sense, as it is not black and white, especially when getting into the structured aspect of things. Also, remember, I am not telling you how to do things; I am just trying to help. Each Topic will be separated by emphasized titles. At the end of each topic, there will be a short summary in italics. After the Table of Contents, there will be a summary of expectations, as it is likely the most important part of this thread. What this Guide will contain Expectations - Post 2 The "Rules' of RP - Post 2 Summary of RP Types. - Post 3 Open RPs General Feel -Post 3 How to get into one - Post 3 Expectations - Post 4 How to make one - Post 4 The Tavern Element - Post 4 Closed RPs General Feel - Post 5 How to get into one - Post 5 Expectations - Post 5 How to make one - Post 6 The Structured Element - Post 7 Quick Term Summary There are other, better places you can find these, but I will just go through the ones you will need to know here. OOC: Out of Character. Refers to any comment made from you as an Earthling, not from your character, as I am talking now, as opposed to... IC: In Character. Any comment made from your characters perspective. E.g.: Thurman took the blue silken wizards hat from his bed and placed it on top of his head. RP: Roleplay TM: Thread Master. The Person who creates a thread, this is the poster with the most control; role will vary depending on the RP type. OP: Opening Post. This refers to the first post in a thread by someone. The TM’s first post will start a thread, while the posters first post will introduce their character. Generally, the OP will be longer than the other posts, because you have far more to write about, and generally want to put more effort into it. Note Feel free to post criticism. Know that I want your opinion, and if you have your own guide, or bits of guide, feel free to give them to me, and I will add them. We are a community. The credit should go to all of us.Meep169 Aug 11, 2017
Sep 25, 2016 [FanFic Guide]: Building a Better Story! I thought I might as well toss up some guidelines that could give some new writers a path to follow. You can choose to follow what I say strictly, or just completely blow it off; doesn't much matter. It's your story, so be creative with it! I'm just here to try and help. -Table of Contents- I. Story Topics II. Creativity in Writing III. Writing Guidelines IV. Descriptive Limitations V. Hero’s Journey VI. Involving NPCs VII. Adding Flavor Lore VIII. After Publishing ---------------------- I. Story Topics Now, while this is very much your story and your creation, it does have to take place within the WoW universe (Blizzard's rules from the old Seat of Knowledge forum, not mine). People tend to shy away from stories that involve heavy lorebreaking without an explanation. This doesn't include things such as alternate dimensions, changes in the past, nightmares or dreams, etc, but rather blatant alterations that don't serve any purpose other than "I said so". However, so long as you make it obvious that your story is in Warcraft, you should be fine. II. Creativity in Writing Something to always keep in mind while writing your story, is that it is your creation and your imagination that is at work; not someone else's. If you want to involve a giant, undead, fel-corrupted dragon in Moonglade for your story about a teenager with a mechanical arm and a blade that can cut through anything... Have at it. It's your story so you write it however you see fit to capture your imagination and entertain others. III. Writing Guidelines People don’t like to read walls of texts, paragraphs filled with bad punctuation, wrong spelling or broken English, so if you want to hook your readers before they even start reading, break your story apart. Split them up into smaller paragraphs, use proper grammar and punctuation and if you don’t know how to spell a specific word, try using Google’s voice recognition on your phone or laptop to pronounce the word; Google should recognize it, and then you’ll know how to spell it. Trust me, splitting your story into paragraphs and using proper grammar goes a long way with a reader’s eye. IV. Descriptive Limitations While this is Warcraft, there are some descriptive limitations that could get your thread deleted if you break some of the rules. As you very well know, World of Warcraft is filled with blood, gore and torture, all of which can be within your story without a problem (usually). However, I wouldn't go about describing in great detail the victim of some heinous death. Gore can usually be described if you’re detailing an Abomination or Ghoul, but if you’re describing a character's death, keep it to a minimum. People are much more queasy reading about recently dead bodies than they are zombies, even if they're technically the same thing. There's a mental barrier there that separates the two and crossing that line can have more people clicking off of your story. Same goes for describing scenes of sexual intercourse, nudity, non-consensual sex, etc. If you want to share your Warcraft fantasy, there are sites for that, but this is not one of them. V. The Hero's Journey Any great story needs a hero, and any great hero needs a journey. In 1987, Joseph Campbell released a book titled "The Hero's Journey", and it showed people how almost every hero, whether it be Gilgamesh of ancient Mesopotamia over 4,000 years ago, or the well-known Superman and even Jesus Christ, all share shockingly similar traits. According to Joseph Campbell, they all follow a guideline of a story element; and for good reasons. People love it. Remember, you do not have to follow the Hero’s Journey to make a good story, but here's a breakdown of the Hero's Journey in a simplified version: Unusual Birth Whether it’s the common virgin birth story or the death of the character's parents, anything unusual that happens at birth or at a young age can fit right in here. Call to Adventure This usually includes a messenger of some sort or a way of the hero being requested for aid in a mission, usually in a faraway land. Refusal of the Call The hero tends to refuse the call to adventure at first, but is then forced to go, convinced to, or chooses to go. Meeting the Mentor It could be a teacher, father, trainer, or even a sibling, but this area usually includes training or preparation for the adventure. Crossing the First Threshold Whether it’s fighting a dragon, tackling a giant, solving a riddle, saving the town or rescuing Timmy from a well, this is the first trial that has to be conquered to achieve the goal.Canniibal21 Sep 25, 2016
May 19 Roleplaying Question Collective Now, I've been on these forums a while. It never fails that many questions get asked over and over and over. I'm hoping to create some kind of resource for people to come to to get their questions answered. They'll include a question(In no particular order), with a general consensus of the forums/sources as to what the answer of that question is, and a link if applicable to where discussion on that topic was held. I'll update for better threads or different opinions should things change. I'm also open to suggestions or links, so post them if you have them. ERPing and how to handle it should you see it. -- Warn them(politely), report them, ignore them if they continue. -- Thread: Using the Vial of the Sands to RP a Dragon. -- It's generally frowned upon, can be proven OoCly and ICly to not work, but if you can find an accepting group and you do it well, it can work. Don't expect wide acceptance. -- Thread: Languages, Translations, and where to find them. -- While it's possible lorewise for characters to learn other languages, you have to turn to an addon to allow you to speak them in RP. -- Thread: "Breaking" and "Bending" Lore. -- Many many people frown upon it, but there is a small community that supports it. Try to find them, don't expect people to accept you or your story/character. Most prefer to RP WoW in WoW. -- Thread: Death, Healing, and mechanics. -- There are many ways to handle death and healing in World of Warcraft. One of the more accepted ways is that Death is final. You can also be ressurected, but you can't cheapen Death by making it easy. -- Thread(s): , Races that don't exist in WoW, in WoW. -- Much like breaking or bending lore to allow things that should be, roleplaying a race that doesn't normally exist(Dark Elves, other fantasy races) is generally frowned upon. You can find those that accept it but don't expect wide acceptance. -- Thread: Vampires in WoW -- Classical vampires do not actually exist in WoW. There are vampiric creatures, there are also vampiric demons or other creations, but a Vampire like you would see in Dracula does not exist. -- Thread(s): , Love in World of Warcraft -- Love can strike anyone at any time. However, you must take into consideration ICly and OoCly genetics, cultural differences, age discrepancies, and physiology. -- Thread(s): , Why Night Elves look different from Blood Elves, and High Elves. -- Usage of Arcane magic drove the Highborne, Blood Elves, and High Elves from the rest of Night Elven culture. Arcane magic altered their culture and outlooks. High Elves and Blood Elves look differently from Night Elves because they were severed from the Well of Eternity. -- Wiki: ; Section: Foundation of Quel'Thalas. -- Thread: Roleplaying a race that you aren't. -- It takes suspension of disbelief, use of addons, and ingame items to pull something like this off, but it is possible. There's limits, but many options are within reach. -- Thread: Dealing with "bad" RP. -- General consensus is that if you see someone RPing "wrong", -politely- inform them, in whispers, that they may want to rethink how they are RPing. Don't push them, but give them a gentle nudge to these forums or other Lore sites. -- Thread: Dealing with godmoders. -- Much like "bad" rp, you can politely inform them that what they're doing may not be entirely correct. Refer them somewhere that they can use to help themselves out. Or you can simply ignore them if they don't listen to reason. -- Thread: Are Highborne Immortal? -- Highborne, like normal Night Elves, are no longer immortal. They used to be, but were sustained by demons and other unsavory magics instead of being naturally immortal. -- Thread: Roleplaying as a Dragon. -- Roleplaying as a Dragon is a touchy topic. Many will tell you to simply "DIAF". However, it is possible, and can be done. You must to a lot of research and be ready to take a lot of heat. I don't encourage or down it, it's an individual thing. -- Thread: May 19
Mar 18 On Sale Now! World of Warcraft: Chronicle I'm sure you've seen this by now, but I wanted to make sure since there is so much juicy info in this first volume to sink your teeth into. ... You can read the full blog post and watch the video with Chris Metzen (among others) talk about it here. For those that have it already, we'd love to hear how you're enjoying it.Nethaera10 Mar 18
5m WET Community Lounge #155 Hello and welcome to lounge #155 All are welcome who come as friend. The fridge is restocked Dumplings, waffles and donuts are available on the table pillow piles are comfy Play nice. Say hi to Jerry if you go upstairs, probably best to avoid the Tauren whiskey Have fun =) Previous lounge: Archive of infinite knowledge: 5m
30m [FanFic] Starmaster's Background I see thee all around the pleas The stories they tell and it comes me An yes you guess this story will rhyme Ever changing life, but all but blind The peril I cause the lives I take. But a rewritten history lies in wake. Allow me a monument to welcome thee Star Master's my name and a druid I be. Long along when I took my first breath There was no sound for I was def. But that's then I learned to change this form That's when the music first hit its cord A lion, a tiger, and bear, oh my. And nothing was better when I learned to fly An now that the music could now be heard I begin to speak to all the birds. Worms, leaves, berries, seeds Nice but couldn't plea my greed Hunger, pain, torment, lust Tauren I was and a tauren I must. A tauren with no sound and could only see. It may not for you, but it is for me. I never actually knew my name. So Star is what I began to claim. Starmaster to all the kind Night Elves And they all had names for themselves. But I truly missed my time with the birds I had no voice and nothing could be heard Birds can't speak then only know song And that's then this rhyming came along. But Eastern Kingdoms were of druid desire So my first mission began was very dire. The forest was dying and I watched with doubt For surely the forest would die if left without I watched along all the undead, how filled they were with hate. But among I saw very few, few could control their fate Arthas controlled them all with a sword filled with runes But was one along I did see, among his whole platoon He spoke against his foul dread master And it wasn't a total complete disaster. A caster, blaster, of ice and fire And his master couldn't help admire I knew his kind he was a mage An his master would not dare engage. I made my report to my comrades But as I spoke it began to go bad They thought it that this was a silly jest A bluff or a misinterpretation at best I told them, " Why would I lie? There is no need, why even try?" But it seemed my rhyming didn't seem to please. My druid friends could only see disease. But I could feel something but they did not There reports seemed plan a mundane lot But I begin to think that they were right No good could come, only blight. I knew this forest could not go without a fight. So the mage I watched, never out of sight. He rode and killed so many High elves But few were only trying to defend themselves. But I could only watch and nothing more My heart grew heavy like it had before When I roamed the world and howled with pain This sound of this bastard Arthas was everything but humane A senseless slaughter, the terrible smell But they stayed and fought when it befell. But many deaths there, but all the same, And with their death's, more undead came. It was more than that the sound and screams that continued to break through the wood. I try to forget the sounds of pain where nature and elves once stood. So twisted, tortured they became So I ran away to escape this pain. I was glad I was deaf and also thankful in some sort of degree I needed only a mouth to scream and tearful eye's to see. I cried and cursed my pain in verse of what I had to tell. But some of them had stayed told me of the High Elves precious sunwell. Friends were right, it all seemed true The undead must fall, there virtues few Druids did not engage for fear of what they would become But I was everything but afraid at least not much like some. I couldn't accept my fate this weak and feeble bird home. So I took the form of a lion that was free to rage and roam. When I came upon Arthas and his army was not so widespread. But would follow for a little more and then rip him into sheds. There were five of them at least three were horseback The other two I wasn't sure I was following there foot tracks. I flew and flew and for a while I knew that they would not just slumber. But I knew I couldn't just take them out one at a time for I was greatly outnumbered. I saw the mage I saw before how filled he was with joy I didn't know then they would stop but he would be the first I would destroy. Whey came upon a burning city where the undead had made their claim I came upon him very slowly to not invoke his flame. I wanted him to be the first to fill Arthas mind full of fearStarmaster2 30m
37m The Tauren are individuals! A common frustration I and many Tauren RPers share is that people seem to think that since Baine is against this war and violence in general then all Tauren are because apparently the Tauren are a hivemind to them. Tauren a predominantly peaceful people it's true. But they also have no shortage of warriors who yearn to claim glory on the field of battle and slay their hated foes. And I can prove it. --- In The Shattering on Page 243 Cairne notes that only elderly Tauren and a few members of other races were on his side of the arena while members of all races were on Garrosh's side including many young Tauren. So obviously there were a number Tauren who knew about Garrosh and felt his path of aggression was the way for the Horde to go. Although I guess it is worth noting that Garrosh's temperament wasn't as intense back then. In the Southern Barrens in the Alliance questline there a Tauren you have to kill named "Kona Thudnerwalk" who warns the Alliance player that they are trespassing on sacred grounds and when killed tells the player that the Barrens will consume them. From this we know the Tauren consider Alliance presence in the Barrens as a violation of sacred land. In the Pandaren starting zone questline they meet representatives of the Alliance and Horde. Representing the Horde was a Tauren named "Korga Strongmane" who obviously held deep resentment and hostility towards the Alliance even saying ... He was a prisoner on their airship but it's heavily implied his anger towards the Alliance preceded that. In the Short Story Baine Bloodhoof: As Our Fathers Before Us near the end of Page 2 one of Baine's advisors speaks up against Baine's negotiations with the Quilboar advocates for their eradication instead. So even some among Baine's advisers do not always call for peace. After Sunwalker Dezco rescues Anduin he says this: ... So even the noble Paladin Dezco sees the Alliance as an enemy. In A Good War there is a Tauren named "Hiamo". Hiamo joins a raid on a Night Elf ship off the coast of Darkshore and join the Orc Morka in taunting the defeated Night Elves and threatening them into sailing the ship for them to aid the Horde in transporting troops across the ocean into Teldrassil. --- In all these examples I have listed not once are any of these characters implied to be outliers or even outside of the norm. So yes the Tauren are predominately peaceful, yes the Tauren revere nature, no they do not tolerate the Alliance, no they are not pacifists, no they do not always want peace with their enemies. The Tauren have plenty of reason to hate the Alliance too. Ever heard of the Stonespire Tribe? It's okay if you haven't because they were wiped out by an Alliance genocide. Bael Modan was built upon the ruins of their village and the excavation around it was once their holy ground. Ever see the Battlescar in the Southern Barrens? That's Alliance aggression defiling the lands. Ever seen the Bael'dun Digsite in Mulgore? Those are Alliance Dwarves defiling the land against the Tauren's wishes. The Tauren even gave them permission to dig as long as they respected the land but the Dwarves couldn't even manage that much. Then there's the big one that I won't call by it's name because it always starts a fight when brought up. --- It kind of drives me insane when Alliance players think the Alliance is totally open to peaceable relations with the Tauren too. Sure Anduin is all for it but the Alliance as a whole isn't. In Jaina Proudmoore: Tides of War the guard in Jaina's quaters refers to Perith Stormhoof as a "creature" showing that he doesn't even regard the Tauren as a person. If the Alliance player attacks Sunwalker Dezco in the Tavern in the Mists, Anduin's guards will happily join in and help the player kill him despite Anduin's protests. So no, the Alliance as a whole is not completely open to working with the Tauren. --- All I'm saying is give Tauren RPers some breathing room and stop forcing them into this mold of gentle giants who just want to pick flowers and sing songs all day. We Tauren are proud warriors and many of us will gladly soak our weapons with the blood of those who would threaten Mulgore.Onotay11 37m
47m Cult of the Black Scales [OOC] I am unsure what I want to do with this concept. Write a character story or use it as a forum RP. I thought, "Well, might as well see if there is any interest." I wont be starting it until the Vault of the Dead is over with, so there will be some time still depending on how fast we finish the final phase of the thread. I will be a little strict regarding sign ups, due to some chaos that has been happening in other threads lately. I love creativity, so I don't like being strict. But I worry that if I am not, things could get out of hand. Going to post the rules in case they turn people away :S Rules: ~ I enjoy a well written character as much as the next person, and even mounts can be written into characters and their stories... but please. No mounts over characters. If your griffon dive bombs a threat, that is one thing, but they shouldn't be able to count as posts by themselves. Remember, when you do that, it is like slipping in another character without the thread master's permission. Ask first. Please. ~ If I have the bad guys spying on you, you are free to notice being spied on, but don't drop on their space without consulting me in the OOC first. Some mooks? Yeah it would be reasonable to spot/sense/smell them. But I would like to be able to make the call if you actually find and engage. ~ Try to keep the thread paced. If you feel something needs an immediate post, fine; but try to avoid posting after every other person. Give people a chance to get their own interactions in. It shouldn't be YOU ME YOU PERSON YOU FROG YOU DAISY. ~ Proper punctuation and grammar is nice. Doesn't have to be perfect, just readable. ~ Posts should be more than a one liner, that goes without saying here really. Why are you on the forums if you want to do 1 sentence posts? Add some character expressions, thoughts, something. Doesn't have to be a fluff filled book, but have more than one line. ~ Don't stall the thread out. Kersia is cold. She will go one without you and not look back. She doesn't feel the need to baby you, answer your every whim and question. She will get bored and move on. One of her best friends is missing. ~ This thread is meant to have a plot and progression. Side arcs between characters are fine, as long as they don't stall out the thread or begin to derail it. ~ I trust you to write combat fairly. If I feel you are going a little over the top, I with politely let you know if the OOC. Even mooks make hits at times. They are not StormTroopers and you are not Jedi. ~ The biggest of the bad here is mine. I will kill him. I will not write to kill your characters, that will be your own choice. However, there will be spots where you may need to do what Kersia says, or you will fall into a large pool of lava. I would advise listening to Kersia. Or any of my other characters. You don't have to, but Kersia certainly wont be fighting for you to reason with her. She says hop on, you say nope, she says okay then and leaves you to fall to your death. ~ And obviously no overpowered/overbearing characters. Mooks are hack and slash friendly; but I will have named combatants and they will not be. Kill a nameless dragon using physics to behead it? Sure. Kill Vanexia that way? No. ~ No controlling characters that aren't yours. I'll let you know in the OOC if you can free for all a current mass of mooks, I'll typically give names to the bad guys I wish to directly control for combat. But don't assume, with my bad guys, or with the characters of others. ----- Sign Up Form: ----- List of Approved Characters with Links to Their Sign Up: ----- Like I said, this is mostly an interest check. I am one for bending the rules, and am open to suggestions. If you feel like I am being too strict, just say so. If you would be interested, but are worried I may inhibit your character or something because of these rules, let me know. I am actually friendly and easy to get along with, I just don't want my thread to derail or get flooded. I will be having Kersia, Vynianyx, and Sylstyx in the thread mainly. Mortre will be there as well, but wont be with good guys till towards the middle/end. Tolbyas will be entering towards the end. Depending on how the story goes. Xinaria and Etzul could make appearances as well. Sterixia will be tagging along. Kersia and Mortre are the stars of this show though. 15 characters tops, 1 per personMortre423 47m
1h [FanFic] Perfectia's Childhood Jaundace, Vorioia, Parkingsons, Lasnigris, Levitius, Ratchettee, Redworm, my anut Telavani, my father Lachance, my former lover Invisiro, and me Perfectia. I know these names mean nothing for a common reader picking up a book for the first time but all of them have told me their stories and since I've been in the habit of writing since my mother passed away. I have been writing them all down and kept them all locked up in a book that was modified by Lirath Windrunner. The book is always half way full of past drawings, stories, and notes. The other half is blank pages and when certain people have requested I have read them, but not one story of myself has ever left my lips, at least not directly from my book. My name is Perfectia Dawnlight of the houses of Dawnstar Village daughter of Kel'Donas Dawnlight a noble of Dawnstar houses and commoner high elf Lachance. A librarian as I remember back then. As far back as I can remember I was waited on hand a foot by servants and slaves that somewhat spoiled me and I was very starved for attention. I remember tantruming, breaking things, making impossible orders to slaves, and telling on them to servants and butlers because my mother was extremely distant with me and as my father I didn't know what he was at the time. I was called the bastard child she decided to keep but my mother gave me the name Perfectia for within the moment I was born she could never image a more perfect moment and when she dipped me in the Sunwells water I was told that I glowed like a thousand suns. Perfect was the only way she could describe it and has relatives gave her list of names I could she paid little attention to them and Perfectia just kind of stuck. I still remember being small barely able to walk and scaling the walls as I walked around curiously. My mother’s beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes wanting to carrying whenever I would let her, for so long I remember feeling like a sacred possession she refused to put down or let anyone touch. I walked with her, I drank with her, I took in the Sunwell magic with her, as far back as I can remember I shared the same bed with her and even though I remember seeing people bring gnome tech scrollers my mother always held me in her arms or the very most kept me on her back when she was on a mount. She did put me down sometimes but I was never away from her worried glace as I played with or tried to play with other children but I got al little older and started talking for myself. I saw other kids not just with mother but fathers as well they picked up their children the same way my mother did. This feeling of protection but it wasn't forced like my mother’s was, mothers seem to rested, content, and nurturing. I asked my mother what a daddy or father was in a way two in half year-old child could a lot of pointing and "What mommy?" I remember my third birthday very clearly, I had aunts, uncles, handfuls of cousins most of them were old and few newborns. All of us had the word "Dawn" in front of our last name name; Dawnbreaker, Dawna, Dawnsong, Dawnridge. Most of us had blonde hair but there were some lighter reds in the bunch too, but black and browns colored hair were usually seen from servants and slaves, there where were a few noble houses that did have had black hair but no one that was in my family. It was somewhat it was the first time I really eaten anything but the food platter that was given to us was all sweets and assorted and then there was the colors. Almost like a stream of greens, blues, and oranges, that wanted to dance in front of me like streams of curious snakes. My mother sat next to me and asked, "Do you like the fruit Perfectia?"Perfectia18 1h
1h Shadows of Sholazar (OOC: Sign-Ups Closed) Posted on a bulletin board in a city near you: Adventurers wanted! Several disappearances in Sholazar Basin that need investigation—cultist activity suspected but not proven. Please send applications to Morician Blackborne of Defenders of Truth. Greetings, and welcome to my first RP thread! This will be mostly a mystery-adventure type thread, with about 5-7 people. Both Horde and Alliance characters are welcome. Adjustments will be made here as needed(writing this late at night and it'll likely need a bit of polish later). One character per person please, though exceptions can be made if it makes sense for the story and multiple sign ups can be posted(though only one is likely to be selected). Basic Rules/Expectations No god-moding or Mary Sues. It's not fun for anyone. No derailing the thread—while I don't mind some character conflict, everyone is expected to be working together as a group. If someone's being problematic it will be dealt with, either through discussion here or removal from the thread. While perfect grammar isn't necessary, I do expect effort to be put into your posts. Posts need to be legible, more than a few sentences long on average, and posted in a timely manner(1 post a week, at minimum). At the same time, don't flood the thread with posts either--exchanges between characters are wonderful, but make sure you aren't drowning others out in the process. Apologies if this seems a bit strict, but I'd rather lay down the groundwork now to keep things in better order later. Sign Up Format Name: Age: Race(if different from posting toon): Allegiances/Moral Alignment: Physical Description: General Personality: Reason for Joining: (This should be written as an IC application letter—doesn't need to be long, but acts as a rough RP check and possible springboard for starting posts)Morician255 1h
1h [Fanfic] Perfect Snark A bizarre blood elf paladin wielded two Ashbringers in her scuffle with Jaina Proudmoore in a server known only as the Cringe. Across the multiverse a literal hive of titan minds burned in agony over the conception of recent happenings, they scorched their will into the ether in fits of all-consuming rage. Their messenger emerged before the dueling pair in a conflagration of hissing arcane might, runes concussed reality around him soundlessly. Highlord of the Ebonblade, Darion “the Manassa Mauler” Mograine set one foot into the doomed realm, his desiccated tongue lashed the air as unbidden guitar riffs swept through the souls of all present and empowered runes all around detonated in a cacophony not unlike a pro-wrestler scolding a child. Darion, decked from head to toe in a rotting suit made of boar meat (topped with a boar’s head) beheld the paladin, who stood, awestruck and clutching one arm. He cocked one hand back and said “There are things that should not be WRITTEN” “There are people that should not be TRIFLED WITH.” “ AND MY SWEET ANDY IS ONE OF THEM.” His prepped hand penetrated her chest as, nearby, Jaina’s head exploded from overexposure to Titanic happenstance and the mind boggling possibilities of quantum theory. The hand, recoiled, wreathed in boar flesh, withdrawing the Corrupted Ashbringer as if from another dimension and hefted the blade aloft, waves of incandescent fury poured from its contours into the sky above. The subsequent immolation reduced their surroundings to a smoldering crater, reality groaned in protest, the Highlord bellowed, the seething storm hit a crescendo. “The blade! It fights me no more!” The Highlord let loose a howl that shook the very shackles of the universe, a tidal wave of testosterone and tight, oiled, washboard abs consuming what had been into a single singed thread in the tapestry of time. This world was no more.Tomhorn1 1h
2h WoW Themed "Curses" I don't swear. It's been a personal rule I have followed since learning to speak and even today it makes me uncomfortable to do so. There was a brief period of time when I tried to incorporate it into my writing, reasoning that these characters are not me and will say what they say, but I never really liked it and eventually gave up. So here's my dilemma, which is quite clear. I have characters of colorful backgrounds and personalities. As such, several of them are expected to come out with harsh language and it tends to be pretty awkward when my super dark and edgy warlock says "Darn you!" So what do you guys use as WoW themed curses? I've heard fel is a popular one for starters. What else is there?Loranaris9 2h
2h [Fanfic] The Thirteenth Ranger Foreword and warnings: This work has not been put through the editing wringer as much as it should and is still fairly raw. There may be typos, spelling errors, and convoluted sentences. It's also a very short story with established characters and I don't take as much time as I should describing places and people for those unfamiliar with the subjects. Some of the characters in this story are pushing the limits of lore, if that upsets you, full stop right meow. This story also depicts someone with PTSD reacting to a trigger. If this makes you uncomfortable, full stop right meow. The Thirteenth Ranger It’s midday on the roof of The Pyreanor building in Silvermoon’s Bazaar, Quel'thalas. A lone figure, a woman, stands on the roof, her body clad in black leather, darkened mail, and crimson and black cloth. A hood obscures much of her face, her red eyes subtly burning in the shadows of the hood, and her round freckled face smiling subtly out at the world for a brief moment before it wilted to a deep frown, her old laugh lines plainly visible on her wrinkling face. Oh to be home, and to be accepted, welcomed, and defected from the Lich Queen. Oh the woe of knowing of the massacre she avoided participating in. She sat down on the roof, crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She didn’t need to breathe, but she was a breather at heart and it felt right to emulate living as much as possible. One of the double doors leading to the roof popped open. Alexandra Pyreanor’s right ear swiveled to hear only silence. A great weight pressed down on her and her back burned, her instincts flared. She was promised this place was safe. Now it was the only place safe for her. If the one staring at her was hostile and intended to kill her, she’d accept that fate willingly. The staring intensified as eight sets of green eyes peered out the door. Hushed whispering and low volume arguing emanated from the stairwell. Alexandra’s ear flicked again, trying to identify the source of the sound. A smile came across her face realizing that familiar sound and she relaxed; it was the sound of young elves investigating and arguing, getting into mischief. She remembered how her own children would do that very thing, now the children her children and their friends care for were doing the same. Life goes on for everyone else even after you die. She slow leaned back and turned her upper body and head towards the door to catch a glimpse of who was spying on her. Discovered, the young elves slammed the door shut. Below, walking along the fourth floor hallway came more rangers, the adults, looking for their trainees. Inside the stairwell sat eight sets of glowing green eyes in total darkness. Someone unplugged the light in the stairwell to help keep them hidden. One voice asked, “What are we going to do?” “We can’t let her stay. She’s a bad guy. She might burn our home just like Sylvans did that tree,” Replied another. “She’s Mister Pyreanor’s mom. She’s fine.” “That’s just what she wants you to think.” One of them cracked the door then closed it again, “She’s still looking.” They chatted for some time. These trainees, at tender ages fore elves, in the late teens and early twenties, were quite frightened. Many of them lost their families at an early age and the Scourge attack forced them to grow up prematurely, leaving most them stunted in some ways, and lacking in normal adolescent and teenage experiences as well as secondary schooling. They’re both trainees, and 20 something year olds trying to catch up on their childhoods in the face of eternal war. Sometimes, they can be a bit immature and silly, and that’s okay. A light illuminated the hall and a figure with a hand illuminated by the light spoke in a reprimanding voice, “What are you doing!?” The pent up fear and anxiety from the sudden booming voice among hushed whispers sent the eight rangerling scattering out the door onto the roof in a flurry of red, gold, and green uniforms and bows. They took shelter behind the stairwell’s outer wall, behind plants, and crouched behind furniture. The elder rangers stood in formation in the doorway, two side by side, with another two beside and a step behind the first two, forming an upside down U shape. The one in front, Kemnebi, with black hair and dark skin put his hands on his own crimson, gold, and green uniformed hip and, in spite of his usual silence, as someone who almost never spoke unless it was important, managed one single word with a marked tone of annoyance in his cracking voice, “REALLY?!?”Zandrae9 2h
2h [Fanfic] Jaina and Perfectia Fight Scene Perfectia looked to her left saw a small blizzard come towards the group and was filled with rage when she saw what it was. “Oh, this oddly familiar.” Perfectia stated as she recalled her time in the Halls of Refection. Jaina Proudmore came up the docks and saw all of them, “I have known the Horde to be cruel and heartless, ruthless in its pursuit of victory. But this…? This is folly. You will die here, and an unmarked grave will be all you have to show for it.” Perfectia drew the Ashbringer off her back and walked toward her. Thalyssra grabbed Perfectia’s arm and pulled her, “No you can’t fight her, run.” Perfectia strongly pulled herself away, “You’re not going to stop me this time.” She whispered and looked at Thalyssra enraged. “I think you better let her go.” Princess Talanji stated. Thalyssra shook her head at Perfectia, let go, and the four of them left her alone. Perfectia walked toward Jaina right into her blizzard spell that surrounded her, “I suppose you think this is brave, don’t you?” Jaina stated as Perfectia was enveloped in ice, until she was a solid chunk of ice that couldn’t move anymore. Perfectia prayed to the Light and it enveloped her as it sang making her shine bright inside of the ice until it broke into pieces and stopped Jaina’s blizzard spell. Perfectia looked at her questionably and looked around all the ice that she broke out of, “You didn’t think that was actually going to work, did you? Haven’t you been down that road before, Lich Queen?” she asked. Jaina was taken back and looked at her confused, “What did you call me?” She looked at Perfectia’s sword glowing with power, “I thought the Ashbringer’s were rendered powerless.” Perfectia looked up as she looked at her sword, “Mine still has power and I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time. You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked and pulled out a piece of Azerite. Jaina shrugged, “Should I?” Perfectia changed the Azerite into the Corrupted Ashbringer, “Then maybe you’ll remember me doing this.” And threw the Corrupted Ashbringer at Jaina and she ducked as it went over her head and saw it implant itself in stairs below and disappeared. Jaina looked back and forth, “You threw that at my ship.” Perfectia laughed, “I was aiming for you. I won’t miss this time.” Perfectia pulled out another piece of Azerite and smashed it into dust with her sword and took deep breaths of it as it went into her lungs. She felt it her body fill with power and saw her hair turn red and the glow in her eyes turn blue. Time stood still as she remembered everything that happened at the battle on Lordaeron and memories of Alexandros Mograine life merged with her own. “Don’t Perfectia!” Perfectia saw him so clearly, Alexandros Mograine was standing in front of her. “Please don’t do this. If you kill her, he’ll never forgive you.” Perfectia shook head and looked away, “Didn’t you hear what Genn said. He doesn’t want to see me again. She took him away from me, I won’t let her keep him.” Mograine shook his head, “Please don’t. Just run, you can still run.” Perfectia shook her head blankly, “No.” and walked forward through him. “I told them not to let you go.” Mograine confessed. Perfectia stopped. “I told Fordring to use you as a last, last, resort, but you and Arthas would have died and now you going to use the power that could have killed you.” Perfectia looked down and shook her head, “She has a lover in the afterlife. I won’t let her take mine.” Mograine shook his head, “I can’t stop you. Not with that Azerite going through your system.” Time came back to normal and she was standing in front of Jaina again she held the Ashbringer upside down and it changed into the corrupted one and Jaina held her staff in her hand as she prepared for her to attack, but six Ashbringers showed up behind Perfectia, each one fairly different. Jaina blasted Perfectia with ice magic twice and they were blocked by the floating swords. Perfectia ran toward her with two downward slashes and Jaina blocked them with her staff, but Perfectia kicked her backward with her foot pushing her back a few yards on her feet. Jaina charged a frost spell and blasted it at Perfectia. Nearly teleporting from side to side, Perfectia dodged the spells as she rushed forward as the swords trailing behind her. More spell were cast as Jaina tried to keep her distance away from the paladin as she teleported herself backwards, but her spells didn’t hit anything but air. Perfectia rushed forward dodging her spells and Perfectia closed the distance and slammed her sword across Jaina’s chest letting the staff take the bulk of Perfectia’s attack. Jaina was knocked back several yards again but fell on her back. (This is preview for my next Chapter "Jailbreak")Perfectia55 2h
3h The Captain's Rest ((Open RP)) ((Figured it was time to put up a tavern thread and maybe get some more writing practice. Be nice, have fun, and practice good RP etiquette/common sense or the guards may have to pay a visit)) It was a dreary afternoon in the city of Boralus; a thick layer of dark clouds blanketing the sky. A chilly autumn wind cut through the streets, lanterns creaking in its caress while the light drizzle and distant rumbling of thunder told of the storm yet to come. Despite the inclement weather, however, many of the local establishments seemed to be rather empty, with most citizens out striving to complete the day's work before the harsh weather set in. One such establishment was the Captain's Rest—a cheery looking inn with a worn sign hanging out front, depicting a jovial pirate. The inside was rather cozy, decorated with various nautical memorabilia and sporting porthole-style windows that overlooked the docks of the trade district, in addition to a small bronze bell by the door to announce the arrival of new patrons. Most impressive though was the enormous taxidermy shark suspended over the lounge's fireplace; its glassy eyes staring towards the door. Despite the inviting atmosphere, the inn was rather unoccupied save for the staff—a scrawny but cheerful looking bartender chatting with the bouncer—and a brawny, gruff-looking human dressed in white-gold armor and a blue linen cloak seated at one of the tables. His long mane was bleached white save for a dark blonde strip on the underside, matching the dark blonde of his eyebrows and goatee. Four jagged scars akin to claw marks marred the left side of his face, while a smaller scar decorated his right cheekbone. Perhaps he might have been taken for a paladin at a glance, though the icy blue eyes, ashen skin, and large runeblade sheathed on his back betrayed his true state. Currently, he seemed to be struggling to read some sort of medical text—a tankard of ale and an armored circlet sitting nearby on the table.Morician105 3h
3h Glorious Saga of Sgt. Murkowsy(Fan Fic) A short time ago on a Tuesday, many many hours in the future...there is war. War sucks, and it sucked for both the Alliance and Horde. Blue killed red, but only when the evil void naga from space attacked were the denizens of Azeroth truly doomed. Or they would have been, if it wasn't for the hero of the hour. He was a grizzled veteran of many wars, having single-handedly beaten the legendary Orgrim Doombane in a game of thumb wrestling and thus driving the Dark Horde back through the Dark Portal thing in the First War of the Ages. Not even the legendary Guardian Medivh could hold a candle to this guy(although he did, since he was awarding our hero a candle-shaped trophy for saving the world.) Our hero also beet Garrosh Hellscream in a game of chess, stopped Deathwing by flushing him down the equivalent of Azeroth's porcelain throne, and the toughest stunt of all—defeating the Titan Lord Sargeras(it was super-tough, but an expertly placed punch to his big toe put the evil titan back in prison. Illidan only took credit because the hero was too humble). Which brings us to present day! The evil void naga had arrived from space in their evil spaceships of doom and were now threatening Silvermoon City. The Alliance and Horde had both decided to be friends in order to stop this menace, but weren't strong enough, leaving Khadgar and Sylvanas to combine their might in a last-ditch attempt to summon the hero from the Maelstrom he was trapped in. With a flash of rolling thunder and the chorus of a thousand fair valkyries to herald his arrival, our hero appeared—half titan, half demon, half murloc...and a dash of kobold thrown in for good measure(hence the candle award). “Mrgggg-Mrgggggllllllah!” he cried, as the legions of armed forces fell to their knees in awe. Tales had been told of his exploits, but few had actually seen the brave hero Murkowsy. His armor was forged of the finest crpytodiamonds and enchanted by Elune herself, while he wielded the legendary one-of-a-kind Doomdealer repeater cannon—forged in the black pits of Argus with pieces of Xe'ra and one for each hand. At the hero's cry, the various damsels of Azeroth wept in lament—Tyrande, Jaina, Liadrin—none wished to see the hero off to his certain doom. Even Alexstratza herself was inconsolable, for as mighty as her consort had been nothing compared to the dragon blood Murkowsy bore in his heritage. Murkowsy, ever the gentleman though, looked each damsel passionately in the eye as he gave his farewell speech. “Gggrhl. Mrgl mgrl. Hrgggggl mrgurgl. Blach!” he whispered tenderly, before turning and striking a heroic pose as he pushed a button on the utility bracer on his right wrist. The Vindicaar XL teleported into the sky above, prompting a chorus of cheers from the crowd as it beamed Murkowsy aboard and took off into space. Murkowsy breathed a sigh as he sat in the captain's seat—this was it, the grand moment he had been truly born for. Every moment of his existence spent training for this moment, every resource poured into every ounce of his training. This was the moment—the moment that would surpass all others in history. Not just anyone could pull off the stuff it would take to vanquish these foes—most would fail the challenge of this single pivotal action in history. With great care, he reached towards the command console, ever so carefully flipping up the glass case and then with a deft flick of the wrist pushing the big red button to save the world. ((Thought I'd do a Satire Sunday and write the worst story I possibly could for the enjoyment of fellow tavern goers. Enjoy! It took my a whole ten minutes to write :D))Morician2 3h
3h RP Pet Peeves 2.0! There was another thread about this that was touched by !@#$%^-*!ia, so I thought I'd begin anew. Any pet peeves when it comes to RP? It gives me a massive mental wedgie when folks "would" rp. Ya know -- "Player would slap Perchance across the face" Well did you or didn't you slap me? /e would really makes me feel like a curmudgeonly old fart when I see it happen in RP. Why do people do it?Perchance6 3h
4h WET Miniature Writing Competitions Hello! Let me start by saying: I'm old (in terms of these forums). I learned to roleplay in World's End's original incarnation, before the big move. It was a great experience that I wouldn't change for anything. Writing triumphs, mary-sue faux pas incidents, it was always a trip. I was even somehow motivated to write a character development guide that demanded more of my time than I care to admit. I was known as Eclìpse then, but as I haven't seen any of my old compatriots in WET for many a year I don't expect anyone to recognize that moniker. The character doesn't even exist on my playable toons anymore! I wax on, but as this is my first post in these forums that has been over a few lines it felt good to remember everything I like about this place. I've made a few roleplays here and there, but nothing that lasted long. Mostly, I've just been watching, reading, and enjoying. One thing I've noticed that seems to have fallen away, however, is writing competitions. We used to have them all the time. I may feel like there aren't as many active roleplays on the boards as there used to be, but I can also understand that times change. Regardless, I would still like to propose something that brought me much joy in the past and see if I can't share that activity with others. The premise is thus: in tournament style head-to-head contests, writers are paired off and given a prompt. The prompt is the same for each player on the same tier, but those who win and move to the next bracket receive a new one (again the same for everyone on a mutual stage of the competition). These prompts were often selected by the WET community, though just as usual was the judges providing prompts they had decided upon between themselves. On the subject of judges, these too were elected by participants. We had many repeat officiants who graciously offered their time and opinions time and again, but the trio would often change a bit between competitions. These judges were well-known for their writing abilities and enough strength of character to overlook bias in favor of fair judgment should one of their friends be competing. The individual competitions themselves took place as self-contained threads naming the contestants and referencing the overall competition currently being held, e.g. "A Contest of Wills: Iturbob vs. Eclìpse." The first two posts are by the contestants, followed by judgment posts as well as spectator commentary. The winner was declared by majority voting by the judges based on the storytelling skill shown. Here's the kicker, and something that may offend the RP sensibilities of a few here: each contestant wrote for both their own character and the character of their opponent, providing their view of a self-contained story in reference to the prompt given. While I know god-moding/powergaming etc. are the height of roleplay no-nos under usual circumstances, hear me out. The paired contestants often got together before their appointed due date for their submission, providing insight to each other's characters so that they might be best represented in their opponent's story. In my opinion, and apparently that of many others at the time considering the popularity of these competitions, it fostered brotherhood and a chance for serious character analysis/development in a unique way. Your character was one of two stars of another writer's story, being viewed through their creative lens. I was always excited to see how others would interpret my submitted character. To wit, I believe these competitions created fun and lasting bonds between people who just loved to write about dragons and demons, magic and swords. It's something I'd like to see again, and I thought maybe some here would like it too. The rewards, beyond simply having a bit of healthy competition, were often whimsical. Often titles that a forum-goer could reference as a feather in their cap. I actually managed to win one such competition, the prize of which was being referenced as the Crimson King/Queen. It was silly, but a lot of quality writing and fun roleplay was had as a result of that contest. I invite you to share thoughts on this, as I'd love to help resurrect this activity to share with the current generation of World's End Tavern goers. It'd be fun while I finally level up my dark ranger character for use in-game. I've heard WrA has fun Horde-side rp, after all. And if Meep, Brightmoone, Iturbob, or any of the old crowd is sitting behind different avatars like I've been over this past almost decade... hey ♥Selossa18 4h
5h Quest for the Emerald Shore (Interest Check) (RP is still a Work-In-Progress. Name and content are subject to change) Among various signboards and taverns throughout Kul Tidas and a few neutral ports in Zandalar a flyer can be found in a simple handwritten script. ... Aorasia sat in the tavern drinking a final mug of ale as she waited her future 'crew' to arrive. She paid the printing press more than she cared to make the flyers so it damn well better produce results. -------------------- So! I finally came up with an idea for a Closed RP idea. Not quite ready to start yet, but I wanted to see what the general interest was as well as give people time to get character ideas ready. The length of the RP should be fairly long as the quest for the treasure will take the group to quite a few different locations. Size of the group will be 5-7 people in addition to myself. Avoid bringing any characters that will conflict with criminal acts as piracy will be a common theme. Though committing acts of crime/piracy will not be a theme for the RP, Aorasia is a known pirate and having inherit conflict from the start will not be welcomed. I'll update this interest thread as I develop the RP more fully. Feel free to post characters you plan to bring to the RP, though this is not an official sign-up post.Aorasia11 5h
6h "You can't do that." I've been playing WoW since around 2006, and started RPing on Emerald Dream with my first ever toon, a Dwarf Hunter. I wanted to be like the Dwarf in the original WoW cinematic, with the bear - however I was also quite young, and thought that RPing a half-demon was a fantastic idea and would be received well by the RP community. As you might already have guessed, my circle of friends was rather small and people often refused to interact with me because I outwardly knew very little lore, and you could tell from talking to me that I was not much older than a child. Still, those that knew me tolerated me and I am grateful for this. I continued to play with the same group of people into mid-BC, until they started to quit the game or change servers one by one. I look at the community of RPers then - hell, even a couple of expansions ago, and compare it to now. Whenever someone asks whether they can play, say, a dragon, the answers that are rallied around usually are "Why not?" or something vaguely along those lines, while in the past, the more popular answer would be "No." I don't want anyone to think that I have a preference with what other people do with their time, but I am wondering when and why this shift away from more hard lined, lore-abiding RP or bust occurred. Just a thought.Poxxa78 6h
7h How do you deal with Gatekeepers? So as the title suggests, I am starting to get really... REALLY tired with gatekeepers so... How do you folks deal with them? Some of the things that I have thought of as most folks that RP use addons such as TRP, I was thinking of making profiles that break the third wall and have ... let's just say rather in-direct messages directed towards them. Such as being a headhunter. Who specializes in guards and gatekeepers. You know, the ones that carry keys... and stand before gates. But on a more serious point, I need to ask this and I would hope to get some real clarification on this issue: What's Blizzard's stance on Gatekeepers as I can't for the life of me see how continued disregard and hate being thrown to people for what they roleplay (when it's within' the ToS and general etiquette of no-public ERP) ... I can't see it as any other way than a form of harassment. It feels akin to ... elitists looking down on casuals or the like. Which is a bad comparison since, from personal experience, the folks that actually try to restrict people's RP have a piss poor knowledge of lore and just general plausibility. But the point still remains, it feels like folks are trying to act in an elitist fashion.Kittenbeard14 7h
7h Ered’Kiel’s Desolation (occ closed 2) The second occ thread for the all villains rp, what a cliff hanger we left on! I’ll be adding the other information momentarily but also! First icc thread: Second icc thread: First occ thread: The last post on occ 1 ...Isaik24 7h
7h Called out in General for "lore-breaking" I created this character quite some time ago and figured I'd roleplay something that I considered to be cool. This Forsaken mage was a High Elf that was killed when Arthas strolled through Silvermoon on his way to the Sunwell. I figured that anybody killed by the Scourge was eligible to be raised and then freed by Sylvanas to become a member of the Forsaken. Is there something wrong with that? My profile shows my race as Forsaken Quel'dorei. A while back, I was hanging out in SMC looking for some RP, when some random DH walked up(Their TRP showed their class as "duelist") and started calling me a snowflake and that I need to "read the lore". Not to mention that this was all typed out in /say so everybody around could see it. What are your thoughts on this?Zyleria16 7h
7h What class best fits Drustvar Inquisitor? I'm leaning towards kul'tiran rogue, but I'm open to suggestions. Looking for a VanHelsing, "Priest" (not the class, but i'm open to it), Penny Dreadful style monster hunter. Can you list what class would make most sense and why?Athelst2 7h
8h Help with my Kaldorei Sorceress =( I was going to make her Highborne, but I honestly don't understand the lore as much as I do Kaldorei. Is it feasible she be Kaldorei? (Around maybe 218 or so?), would she have been in hiding, and if so, up until when? Would it be possible her mother was Highborne and her father Kaldorei?Thissandria6 8h
8h DnD style Roleplay? I’m wondering if anyone ever tried to play DnD style role play for Wow. Seems like it would be fun.Spy10 8h
10h Ered’Kiels Desolation (IC Closed 2) (Previous thread: ) Maleok swung again and again slicing down demonic warrior after demonic warrior, he could do this all day! With a final downward slash Makeok spread a felguards blood across the room, in a beautiful liquid explosion of green! The massive drakkari stood triumphant over another assault of the position he had felt to guard, the mess of mechanical wires and mechanisms behind him that supplied power to the inside of the ship. For a moment everything was quiet... Maleok almost breathed a sigh of relief, if he could breath that is... When he heard the faintest footstep echoing off fresh blood pooling on the floor... “Rogues...” Maleok hissed as he rose his weapon high ready to fight the shadow warriors. In a flash three eredar rogues dropped upon Maleok from the ceiling, the first struck Maleok hard with a mace hoping to stun the massive beast! Slow laughing erupted from Maleok, “Dat was ju plan?” Maleok taunted unaffected by the blow, his head snapped as the blood in his body had frozen over to defend itself! Maleok grabbed the first rogue off his back and threw him hard into the ground below him shattering the bones of the rogue attacker. Maleok turned to strike again before feeling a small pain in his heel, one of the rogues had stuck the drakkari with a poisoned dagger! Maleok only laughed more before grabbing the eredar rogue by the head, “Wha was dat gonna do? Stop my heart?!” Maleok cackled loud as he thumped his chest! “It ain’t been beating for awhile!” Maleok said crushing the eredar’s skull in his hand. Maleok turned to the final rogue standing tall, “Bold aren’t you little one!” Maleok taunted at the rogue! In a flash of steel the eredar rogue lunges forward, ducking under Maleok’s red stained blade, the edge shaving off a piece of demonic horn. Maleok roared turning to face the rogue once more was met with blades in his eyes! Maleok roared swiping his arm in a attempt to grab the rogue in his blind rage. Maleok hissed as he only found air, the rogue eluded him easily while he was blinded! Maleok brought his arms high and slammed them down again in another area causing the floor to shake! Maleok roared ready to swing again when he felt a binding loop around his leg, with a swift jerk the drakkari toppled over with a resounding crash. More bindings looped over Maleok’s body, holding him down! Maleok hissed, his eyes almost healed enough to see when he felt two new daggers being stuck into his sockets! “Ju can’t hold me forever!” Roared Maleok, releasing a blast of blood magic that caused blood to boil, his attack was met with shrieks of pain. “Get him contained, then get this vessel online!! We have atleast a fighting chance if we get this thing moving!” The eredar rogue commanded to wyrmtongue. The wyrmtongue obeyed and begun fixing the wires and mechanisms.Maleok111 10h
14h Argents are now Alliance sympathizers. Good evening, This post is for all the Horde players on Moonguard. This is to inform you that the Argents are now Alliance sympathizers as they will change the Tournament Rules not once but TWICE in ONE HOUR to suit the Alliance majority... Something that is neither lore accurate or lore acceptable. Alliance booths are allowed to turn down service to Horde members, while Horde booths are not. (Stormwind Guard i.e) Speaking against such a policy will result in arrest by force (5+ argent players will aggress upon your character) This is merely a PSA to all Horde players NOT to expect even the slightest of neutrality by the Argents as they will arrest you and censor you to the Alliance's content. -NatovaNatova45 14h
20h [FanFic] Anduin Realization (This was inspired by the WoW Legion 7.2 – King Anduin Wrynn Cinematic) (Also, this is a preview of things to come) Anduin was abroad his ship on the lower deck and put the troll necklace that held his picture in one hand and the compass that held Perfectia’s picture. “My father had a queen and a son in a time of peace. You two build Stormwind city brick by brick so I could have a kingdom to rule and protect its people. You said peace was the noblest of aspirations, but you must be willing to fight for it, and you did. You both did. I want to believe that you loved each other, I just don’t know what that looks like, what that’s supposed to feel like. I hope that you’re together again, but I don’t know what to do. I willing be the king that this world needs me to be, but will I ever be the king that I want to be? How am I supposed to love when war the only thing I’ve ever known?” Genn puts his hand on Anduin’s shoulder, “I didn’t know your mother very well, but what I’ve knew from Varian he loved your mother very much, and he’d be happy with your choice.” Anduin put the two pieces side by side touching them together and in a flash of light he was standing in Stormwind Keep in the throne room but there were two of them. His father Varian was on the left side and his mother Tiffin was on the right side in purple blouse over a white dress. Her blonde hair kept to the side to her waist. Varian smiled and looked over to his wife and gestured toward Anduin. She stood up and walked toward him, “Mother?” he asked in disbelief. Tiffin took Anduin’s hand and that held his compass and the necklace that held his picture looked at them both, looked back at him, and smiled, “She’s pretty.” She said. Anduin shook his head, “She was not supposing be the one I fell in love with.” Tiffin put Anduin hands down but held on to them together. She looked into Anduin’s eyes, “The love you have for each other is greater than your hate as enemies. Soon, you find out that love is so much stronger then war.” Anduin separated the two pieces and was back on his war boat stand in front of Genn and put the both the necklace and compass in his pocket and looked at him, “I’m going to find her.” He vowed.Perfectia4 20h
21h [FanFic] Chap.1 The World Tree I feel sick, deeply, deeply sick. I helped her do it, I help Sylvanas Windrunner burn down the World Tree, the place of the Night Elves birthright. I have always disliked Tyrande Whisperwind, for her uncompromising nature, but no one deserves this, I know just how this feels. If the World Tree is anything like the Sunwell, the elders and the children will die. I pray that it’s not, pray that someone like me some people will be able to survive, pray that the night elves will never know the pain of losing their heritage, but most of all, I never in a thousand years would I have thought I would do something, help someone to do something that would be so similar to what Arthas Medivh did to me. She gave the order to burn it down and I took a two water skins and filled them as I watched the tree take flame in next to Sylvanas. She ran to me and grabbed me by my hand, “What are you doing, Dawnlight?!” She asked with rage in her eyes. “I thought we should save some of it in case we needed it.” I explained. She shot me a grimace smile still holding my arm, “And why do you think we would need that?” I looked away from her gaze, “When the Night Elves are finally under our thumb, they will eventually need the World Tree again.” I explained. She put my arm down, “I appreciate someone that thinks in the long term, but the Kaldorei will never forget this defeat, it’s better if they are eventually completely eradicated.” She held out her hand. “Give it to me Perfectia.” I was hesitant to hand her the water, but I still held one in my bag that she didn’t see, and I handed it to her. She moved the wooden piece that held the water took a few gulps of it and tossed it back to me half full. I saw her eye’s change to green almost like she was a common blood elf and then change back to red. “Drink it, Perfectia.” Sylvanas ordered. I touched the water to my lips and felt the thirst of arcane magic leave me, with a sense of relief. “All of it.” She ordered. I lifted on the water skin over my head taking gulps of the nature magic that the night elves were keeping. It was different, a light hum of bees entered my ears as I drained the water skin and felt energized by it’s magic. I looked at my own skin and green glowing runes showed up on my forearms and legs. I put my hand over my eye’s, saw that the gold that my eyes had taken while seaborn had changed back to green. “Try not to make that a habit, you not much use to as a Wrenched elf.” Sylvanas stated. I looked down at the water as the desperate burning World Tree soaked up the water in a clouds of steam, I looked around at the water and breathed in heavy has I thought about diving into in it, drinking every drop I could and lapping it out of the mud to feed this unending hunger. The thought I felt was going to take action, as my body shook with pains in my sides, but I could taste all the nature magic on my tongue, I just needed to dive it and take it. Sylvanas touched the side of my shoulder and I tried to break away suddenly as she startled me, but she held on strongly. “If you think about doing what I think you’re thinking, the damage will be irreversible.” Sylvanas explained, “You don’t want to be a Wrenched, do you?” I shook my head, still breathing in heavy and shacking. “Good, don’t worry my dear.” Sylvanas said, “Soon this will all be gone, you won’t feel tempted anymore and besides you still have the Sunwell.” She lulled to me as if I were a child and gestured to the destruction in front of me.Perfectia3 21h
23h RP non mechanical goblin mount what do you guys think the best RP non mechanical goblin mount would be? or is there not really one. the noise from the mechanical ones end up giving me a small headache when i play a lot.Ronald4 23h
1d Shadows of Sholazar (( IC -- Closed RP )) Those accepted would have each received a plain envelope stamped with a blue wax seal, bearing the insignia of a trident imposed upon a sun. Inside would be a neatly written letter stating the following: To whom it may concern: Greetings. I hope this letter finds you in good health. Your offer of assistance is accepted, and much appreciated. I am currently camped near Lake Kum'uya, a few miles up the road from Warsong Hold and Valiance Keep. I shouldn't be too hard to find, since I'm within sight of the main road—look for a banner bearing the same insignia as the seal stamped in the wax. Scrawled at the bottom of the letter is a rather messy signature-- Morician Blackborne --------------------- The early morning sun shown down upon the tundra plains; a chill breeze dampening what little warmth little warmth it struggled to provide. Northrend was a cold land—a harsh land—and while the short summer season might seem to offer some hope of respite rarely a day went by without some reminder of the unforgiving climate. The cold itself, however, did not seem to disturb the lone figure camped out on the plains, nor the great warhorse accompanying him. The offerings of his camp were certainly meager—a small ash-covered circle of stones indicating where a campfire once was and a small patch of flattened ground cover where a bedroll had once been. Planted firmly in the dirt nearby was a black war banner emblazoned with the white outline of a trident imposed upon a sun. Morician himself sat quietly on a rock nearby, studying a handful of letters with a thoughtful frown. As was usually the case, he was dressed in full plate armor save for the helmet, which hung securely from the back of his charger's saddle. The plate itself appeared to be forged from elementium rather than saronite, with hints of orcish styling, and what appeared to be a paladin's libram case hanging at his side. Completing the ensemble was a heavy, fur-trimmed cloak draped about his shoulders, and a tabard matching the war banner's colors covering his chest. Though he occasionally checked his surroundings, Morician did not seem to be scanning for enemies as much as he seemed to be waiting for someone. Or in this case, several someones. Just cool your heels...they'll be here soon enough, he thought to himself, standing up to stretch his legs for what had to have been the twentieth time that morning. While the clear blue sky indicated the weather would be cooperative for the trip to Sholazar, he couldn't help but feel a slight sense of unease about the mission. He hadn't been able to glean much information from the hunters he had spoken with at the inn in Valaince Keep, and what little information he did have gave no good indication of what they were up against. The most he could do was make rough guesses based on what he did have, and his previous experiences in the jungle crater. The rest would hopefully become clear with time.Morician347 1d
1d Favorite Parts of RP There's been some generally negative threads around here recently and I think something contrary could be fun. What's your favorite thing to see during RP? For me, I love seeing interesting, out-there concepts be done in super creative ways. An immortal blood elf with skin of fire would usually turn many off immediately, but when they're a fire elemental that simply looks like an elf, bound to a location on Azeroth, it's a different story for me. It's not just "I'm a fire elf" at that point, it's a totally unique concept that's been successfully meshed into WoW lore. It's crazy, it's interesting and it makes me want to get involved into RP so I can learn more. Not to dissuade the more archetypal characters - Frostwolf warriors and human paladins from Lordaeron are plenty fine - but seeing something that's so out of the box and yet working is just a very welcome breath of fresh air, personally. What sort of things do you enjoy seeing in RP?Cannibal8 1d
1d Subspace Experiment OOC (Signups Open) Throughout the Horde and Alliance cities an inconspicuous flyer hung on the notice boards. It was an advertisement for a rather unique job. ... ---- Here is a fun little RP idea I had a while ago. Thought it would be nice to do as we dive into BFA and formulate thread ideas based on the lore we get in the expansion. The way this thread works is a little different than a typical RP thread. In this thread, the player will control two characters, the one they sign up, and the opposite of that character. So, take my druidess Vynianyx. Not only would I control her, but I’ll also control the evil, corrupted fire druid version of her that the simulation creates. This is because it is easier for the owner of the character to control their evil or good, whatever, opposite character. Everyone will start out outside of the simulation, for set up. Once we go inside, you’ll face your own shadow. The difficulty is up to you. You are free to dispatch yours asap and then travel to the simulations with others to help them. Once everyone has dispatched their shadows, there will be one final encounter. I’ll have… three… characters in this, maybe more. It’s a concept I’ve been toying with for a while. My characters will be set up to allow for help in dispatching their shadows, for those who stop theirs early and want to help others. By no means does that mean only I can do it. Collaborate in this OOC thread with others. Ask permission to join in someone else’s simulation. There really aren’t rules aside from the no controlling characters that aren’t yours. Due to the simulation nature of this, you are free to dispatch your foe or foes however you want. You can choose to have damage be lasting or not, Kersia will have Xinaria standing by outside to heal… if we get free mwahaha Sign Ups: Name: Title: Race/Class: Traits: Description: Backstory (optional): Shadow: Name: Title: Race/Class: (If changed from original) Traits that changed: Description: Edit: Sign up as many characters as you want and think you can manage. Good guys, bad guys, pretty much any archtype should work. A bad guy's shadow would be a good version of him. Shadows are your opposite. Edit edit: takes place between Lorderon and launch day for bfaKersia79 1d
1d Do we know how the Light affects DHs? Not in any sort of intuitive, common sense "Oh they're evil and corrupted beings so they're weak to it." way, but real examples in lore? Just curious, it would be good to know such things when RPing a demon hunter. The most significant example I can think of are old paladin abilities that used to effect demons and undead in specific ways. The X'era cutscene comes to mind as well, but when rewatching it, it's hard for me to -actually- determine how being turned into a light-based being is effecting Illidan beyond making his tattoos turn yellow. Is he in pain and just not really showing it? Does he appear weakened after because of the Light coursing through him? Or because he just unleashed a huge Eye Beam and broke out of what could possibly be a taxing experience for anyone? I'm impartial either way to the possibility, I'm just curious if there's anything really solid one way or the other about it that I've missed (There's sooooo much lore, that's easy to do.) We have pretty clear confirmation on how the Light affects undead or people heavily influenced by the void, it feels a lot less clear with demon hunters at least from what I've seen.Seyliah1 1d
1d "Quarantine" (Rp-thread Signups/OOC!) A rumor spreads of mysterious things happening in gilneas, one that use to be a war-zone, but now has became a quarantined area, preventing both alliance and horde from entering, but one amongst the gossip of rumors, is that there is a elderly human seeking to find crystals that have fallen from the skies, from the meteors that landed in Gilneas. They say in these rumors, that to meet this man, and his grandson, you must find a mage in Dalaran, A human mage that spends his times at the inn, he will be wearing a golden ring with a ruby gem socket into the metal. They also say that the ruby somehow manage to become in a rose shape in a natural cause, or unnatural magical use of alterations, but they all tell you that's not the point. They say to find this man, and he will guide you, but there is a final warning, "To seek this place, you will be rich, if you survive with your sanity and life intacted that is." But mysterious as it is, the rumors have more sense of truth, than a liars tongue, but they say none have returned, but they do not know if they have perished or merely grown plentiful with coin and trade. _______ WELCOME to Quarantine, this is a rp thread where you have to survive what has happened in the now dark streets of gilneas, but each encounter has a chance of causing more than basic issues. be wary of who you trust and aid. Name: Age: Race: Short Description: Class: Reason: __ Ask questions if you got any!Dârak300 1d
1d Subspace Experiment IC (Sign ups open) Throughout the Horde and Alliance cities an inconspicuous flyer hung on the notice boards. It was an advertisement for a rather unique job. ... Kersia leaned up against the back wall of her tower’s entrance room, her fingers drumming against her crossed arms. The room was fairly large, and a portal flickered in the center. The reflection on the portal was a dark blue platform in a room that appeared to have no walls, but a number of doors. Below the flickering portal was a series of runic circles and a groove running to another set of runic circles about five feet away. The circles glowed with a faint blue light and arcane blue energy filled the groove connecting them. A noise behind her tower door caused Kersia to step away from the wall at attention. She could hear voices behind it, and slowly it was pushed open. “Ah! Vyn, Mortre, good to see the pair of you!” Kersia stepped towards them, carefully walking around the runic set up. Vynianyx smiled. “Well, it seemed like a good idea to check our combat skills.” Mortre scowled, though her human form hardly portrayed the same ferocity as her worgen. “Though I doubt this is the time.” She sighed. “After what happened to Teldrassil-” “This is the best time! I get data, people get free training!” Kersia cackled and slapped Mortre’s arm. “I did put notices in the Horde cities too. Never seem to get much data from their people.” Vyn’s smile turned sour. “That a good idea?” “Puh-lease!” Kersia scoffed. “I need the data and the testing zone is totally neutral!” Mortre snickered. “Are the people though.” “Oh details! We’ll be in our own rooms, doesn’t matter.” Kersia grinned. “We? Shouldn’t you be monitoring everything on the outside?” Vyn’s expression went to concerned. “And miss out on the fun? No thank you! I can produce data as well. I’ve rigged everything to automatic. Now!” Kersia motioned to a small buffet enchanted with refilling snacks and beverages. Fruits, vegetables, meat skewers, shrimp, salads, coffee, tea, ale, water, juices all lined its table. “Help yourselves while we wait for others to show.” There were chairs arranged around the edges of the room for seating. Not the most comfortable with hard seats, but good enough to sit in and wait. Vyn and Mortre exchanged concerned looks and shrugged. Hardly the oddest thing they had agreed to from the blue. They got a few snacks and sat down to wait.Kersia58 1d
1d A letter arrives to the Orgrimmar Embassy... It appears printed from a press in Orcish. ...The employees seem confused. They have no citizenship renunciation protocol. Accompanying the more formal letter is a handwritten one, this time in clear Common....Cannibal50 1d
1d Chat Extender Addon Recommendations? So it seems that with some recent patch, my old version of KayrChat finally kicked the bucket and no longer functions. Seeing as the addon is (as far as I can tell) dead and no longer updated/supported, I need something new to help me out when RPing ingame. Preferably, I'd like something simple that doesn't come with a lot of additional UI clutter. I liked KayrChat simply because its only real purpose was to just break the standard character limit via splitting up a long message into chunks that fit into the predefined limit. Any recommendations you could offer would be most appreciated! Thanks in advance.Saelydia1 1d
1d "Quarantine" (IC-rp thread) Dalaran is bustling with activity, people most likely having a party due to the fact that the legion is dealt with and enjoying there time, though for some odd reason the ledgerman Tavern seems to be the most busy as of late, enough for suspicion. "So i heard this guy is hiring people for a extremely dangerous job!" said a goblin patron in the tavern. "Yeah right, you suppose this human mage is the key to find the place and hiring mercenaries?" said another patron, most likely a mage guard off duty. "It's True, i met him once, he only takes the toughest people for hire without care, and gives warnings to those who are seen as lesser mercs!" said a random gnome patron. "How dangerous can it be... he's probably wanting the best for easily done payment, bet he hires anyone just to make the lowest bunch walk away without thought." the rest of the conversation is drowned out, most are talking about the rumors, the rest are discussing about the meteors landing in gilneas, or concerns about the the small war in there, only to be interrupted by a small fight between an orc and a worgen, luckily however, the fight rolls out into the streets. However that is not there main focus, the gossiping is however. The tavern is crowded, most spots are filled, only one that is not is a couch with a single human keeping his hood over his face, and a trench coat. only thing able to see of his features is his ash colored beard and pale skin. Around his fingers, he wears a ruby gem ring that appears to be cut in a rose pattern. he gazes around the tavern for potential hiring, a single eye popping out of his hood, which gives off a odd color, blood red pupils gazes at the door for anyone who enters while he occasionally taking a drink of his glass of whiskey.Dârak240 1d
2d A message to the Dark Irons. (IC) This is a message to the Dark Iron dwarves. I thought we agreed that once you lot joined the Alliance all hostilities would cease. THIS INCLUDES YOUR YEARLY ATTACK ON BREWFEST. Yet Brewfest has BARELY started and it is already being harassed by drunken Dark Iron Dwarves. Now if you lot want to "Drink and brawl" you are welcome to attack the Horde's Brewfest site as much as you desire but please leave ours alone.Hênrÿ6 2d
2d Lore Q&A and Character Help 4 A continuation of my other threads, found here: 1: 2: 3: I have a knack for knowing and finding obscure references in lore and, generally, just knowing a lot about it. If you have any lore questions, want some help with a character backstory or anything of the like, leave it in the comments and I will happy to do my research and help in any way I can!Cannibal254 2d
2d INKTOBER -- The Warcraft Challenge Greetings! As y'all know, September is coming to a close and October will soon be upon us, which means it will be time for Inktober. For those who've never heard of Inktober, it's a daily drawing challenge for the month of October. I'd like to take a stab at it, but with my own twist; instead of the official prompt I intend to compile a list of various things and inspirations pulling from the Warcraft universe and use that instead. So post away below with your ideas on what you want to see inked. Maybe some weapons, maybe an environment, maybe a mob somewhere, maybe even a favorite lore character or minor NPC! Final prompts will be chosen at my discretion and the master list posted sometime next week. I will be posting the finished work on my DeviantArt and putting links to the work here. Others who wish to participate in Inktober and use the prompts listed here are welcome to do so. Important Note: This is not a free character art thread! While I have drawn people's characters before in other threads, this thread is meant for more generic Warcraft things. Edit: Grammar. For those unfamiliar with my art style, you can find my work here at 2d
2d Shamanism and Light Worship I'm curious to know some takes on a draenei worshipping/practicing both Shamanism and Light worship. Could he practice and still have a strong connection to both?Danession1 2d
2d off-site/place people keep their profiles? I know about the RP addons and stuff like that, but in other RP MMOs I've played depending on the server there was generally like a wiki or similar site/messageboard where people posted their characters sheet/history/profile (whatever you want to call it) so its accessable outside of the game/inbetween game sessions for people to read. Is there any such place in general that wow RPers use? Or anything along the lines of what I've mentioned?Sorcerer3 2d
2d Skimpy Transmogs What is so bad about them in regards to roleplaying? ERP exclusive characters excluded. I've always observed RPers taking issue with characters who dress in slightly revealing attire. If your character is a bit more a prude, then fine you are just playing to that character. But when it becomes an OOC matter, then I have to ask why? Does it really matter how someone's character chooses to dress? I mean, look at the Night Elven culture. There's bare chests and legs a plenty. Hell, their army dresses in what is basically bikinis and speedos. What are your thoughts?Briseida33 2d
2d Light character piece The night air was chilly, a breeze flowing across the scarred woman's face. Her body shivered as she tried to still herself in order to apply more ink to parchment, the quill starting to dry in her hand. Dressed down in simple garments of black, her auburn hair hung free and waved within the wind, matted against her face in an unbecoming manner. Sky blue eyes skimmed the documents that she worked upon, various requests for supplies and armaments in the campaign to come. No doubt that when the Horde is driven back from Lor'danel, there will be another attempt to take the city. Her thoughts were confident, assured in victory. She had seen the races of the Alliance unify in matters of combat before as an ambassador. The humans were ever adaptable, the dwarves stout, and the gnomes ingenious. The night elves and draenei both brought faith and power with their ranks added. The void elves brought information regarding Silvermoon and a certain irony in their inclusion. Then there was her own kind, the worgen. Though the majority of them had been Gilnean, she'd been bitten after an incident, one of few non-Gilnean worgen that had managed to regain control. They were enhanced, senses sharpened, stronger, faster, but all of that came at a cost. She remembered when she used to be calm, able to think things through, but when emotions ran high, she could no longer still her tongue from speaking her thoughts. The bestial instinct pulsed through her veins, causing her to lash out. Even so, it came with its perks. Perks that soon caused her to sense a disturbance. Her nose twitched as an odd scent struck her, like burnt wood, getting closer and closer. She looked outside, yet saw that nothing seemed to have changed yet. Putting down her quill within the ink pot, she stood from her chair and turned to the path. That was when the ground began to shake, sending her to her knees. It was an automatic shock to her, seeing as they weren't upon the actual ground of Azeroth, but within the boughs of a mighty tree. Darnassus was situated upon the top of Teldrassil, grown by the druids in years past. It was a huge, sprawling city atop a bigger, more endurable form of nature itself. Yet as she picked herself up, she heard the first of many explosions as flaming debris landed in the building next to her and ignited. The wind picked up, causing the flames to flicker and dance, consuming the wood that it engulfed. Abandoning the documents, she ran. She could see that others were starting to follow, citizens and visitors both running into the open, all with faces of fear. Men, women, and children in droves charged towards the temple, yet more debris landed within the city, crumbling through buildings and squishing those unfortunate enough to be within the path. Some fell beneath and screamed, not killed by the initial crushing and burning beneath the flaming stone. The world began to turn to fire. The smell she'd caught before only grew and air was getting hard to come by. The ash was making her cough, dropping to her knees and hacking up blood. She gripped the dirt and forced herself to stand. Around her, the sound of screaming only grew louder. Treants were burning and roaring with agony, wisps scattered about only to disperse, and people began to fall into shambles. Some were engulfed by the flames, which only in turn led to others feeding the fire, causing the screams to grow. The agony in the air had grown thick and it caused her mind to scream in its empathetic state. She was a priestess after all, and one that delved into and affected minds through the power of shadow and void. She'd ended up moving away from the crowds. She instead made her way to the tree's edge. All of it was engulfed in flame. All she could see was the raging inferno rushing to end the rest of Teldrassil. But with the people rushing howling into the Temple of the Moon, their only hope of sanctuary and escape, she knew there was no choice. As she flung herself into the inferno, she spoke a word and a shield of light emerged. She began to fall through the flames and they tried to lick through her shield in order to waste away her flesh. It began to crack through her descent, but she pressed on and held as long as she could, screaming as the wind whipped them into a frenzy around her. When at last it could hold no longer, the shield fell. She had been fortunate enough to escape the inferno right then, but the flames still clung to what flesh and cloth they'd struck and burned, seared into her flesh, keeping her from concentrating upon her magic until she struck the water. There was heavy pain as she sunk under. She should've died upon impact, but she was unfortunate. Her life endured long enough for her mouth to open in a scream, all for water to enter and ail her senses, her brain screeching for air and finding none. The sea salt entered her lungs further and then she felt the light drifting from her.Lyricalla1 2d