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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 28, 2016 18:17:40 GMT -5
Bam. I made a page for this. If you have any suggestions for plot ideas, feel free to share. The more the better.
PLEASE BE ACTIVE, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO KILL OFF YOUR CHARACTER IN SOME HORRIBLE WAY.
I would like everyone doing this to be decently literate, and I know saying that might scare some of you away. I'm not asking for minimum three paragraphs (but if you want to do that, great!). At least six or so sentences is all I ask. Just so we have something to reply to. keep in mind, the long your reply is, the better. Usually.
Chosen plot: There was a portal malfunction of some kind. The five heroes wind up stranded [A: on a Legion controlled planet, B: in an unexplored zone, C: out at sea, D: Other.] They are forced to make friends to survive and get back home safely.
The Group [ℜust ℜed ℜose] - Viktor | Undead | | Priest | | Male | [zαηєтα ❤] - Liladya | Night Elf | | Druid | | Female | [WisteriaMoose] - Mak'Thrar | Orc | | Necromancer/Mage | | Female | [xxlightningfootxx] - Ametheos | Tauren | | Warrior | | Female | [𝓡𝒆𝓭𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓴] - Haar | Worgen | | Hunter | | Male |
We may have others joining in a little while: [Screen Name] - Character Name | Race | | Class | | Gender | [Screen Name] - Character Name | Race | | Class | | Gender |
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Post by zαηєтα ❤ on Aug 28, 2016 18:49:50 GMT -5
Woooo this is gonna be fun~~
[zαηєтα ❤] - Liladya | Night Elf | | Druid | | Female |
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 28, 2016 19:17:17 GMT -5
I'm pretty excited too.
While we wait on the other folks to get the link, you have any ideas plot wise? I'm thinking we could come up with some crazy quest for them all to do. They all get sent off on the same random quest, unknowing they have to work with other heroes. The unlikely group has plenty disagreements along the way, but they all know they still have to try and save the world... of warcraft.
Edit: I've done Gilneas for like, the 43rd time today. It's my favourite starting zone and I think I have a problem.
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Post by Twilight Sparkle on Aug 28, 2016 22:17:50 GMT -5
(If this isn't okay, I can change :3)
[WisteriaMoose] - Mak'Thrar | Orc | | Necromancer/Mage | | Female |
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 29, 2016 0:38:24 GMT -5
Do you guys have any thoughts regarding plot? The more ideas we have the better, because I'm not creative enough to do it on my own. And, that way, I can pick what the heck I'm going to do with my character. I'd like to pick based on what'll help the plot the most.
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Post by lynxpelt the visionary on Aug 29, 2016 12:18:15 GMT -5
[xxlightningfootxx] - Ametheos | Tauren | | Warrior | | Female |
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 29, 2016 13:15:07 GMT -5
We'll probably start discussing plot options (because man, we really need something) once we get one more person. Other people can still join, of course, but five is a good base number.
It's almost like we're a dungeon group.
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Post by TheShiftingFox on Aug 29, 2016 17:22:22 GMT -5
Hey! I'll join in, just give me a moment to decide on who and what to rp.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 29, 2016 17:48:54 GMT -5
Sweet! Take your time.
Well, I might add some plot suggestions to the bottom in a little while and then we can try to pick something we all like. It might take some time; I'm procrastinating doing anything important right now. I'm doing Legion invasions at the moment to level my rogue instead.
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Post by Twilight Sparkle on Aug 29, 2016 19:04:46 GMT -5
Everyone is joining as a female, so I'm going to go ahead and change mine to male :3 So replace my old one with this :3
[WisteriaMoose] - Dar'Mesh | Orc | | Necromancer/Mage | | Male |
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 29, 2016 20:01:05 GMT -5
You definitely don't have to (that's part of the reason I chose the dude that I did. Loves him some ladies.) but I'll change it for you.
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Post by Twilight Sparkle on Aug 29, 2016 20:22:41 GMT -5
Hmm... now I'm having a little argument with myself ;_; You know what, my final decision will be to keep my female x3 I'm better at rping girls anyway. Sorry I'm making you edit so many times ;_;
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 29, 2016 22:07:22 GMT -5
No worries! It's been updated.
[I'll be editing in plot ideas/options in this space Edit: I lied. They're down below.]
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Post by Twilight Sparkle on Aug 29, 2016 22:50:06 GMT -5
Alrighty x3 Any plots you have in mind though already? :3
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 29, 2016 23:04:12 GMT -5
I've got a few, but nothing crazy.
-Come up with some crazy quest for them all to do. They all get sent off on the same random quest, unknowing they have to work with other heroes. The unlikely group has plenty disagreements along the way, but they all know they still have to try and save the world... of warcraft. -Retired heroes who fought the Legion during BC. Now that the Legion has returned, their factions need their experience more than ever. They are put in a training camp to get ready again to attack and give it their all to stop the demons. -There was a portal malfunction of some kind. Five heroes wind up stranded [A: on a Legion controlled planet, B: in an unexplored zone, C: out at sea, D: Other.] -They all stop to get a drink at a tavern. They talk, maybe, argue, etc. Whatever happens happens. - - -
Open for suggestions, naturally.
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Post by TheShiftingFox on Aug 30, 2016 4:36:20 GMT -5
[𝓡𝒆𝓭𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓴] - Haar | Worgen | | Hunter | | Male| The most recent I remember was playing a female Worgen Hunter, so I went with Worgen Hunter but did male since there were already three females.
I know some people don't like Worgens... I can always change it if need be. Other races I might go for are Blood Elf & Human. (When I first started playing, I remember Night Elf used to be my favourite, followed by Human)
I'm so far favouring the third option of your plots, followed by the first & second.
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Post by Twilight Sparkle on Aug 30, 2016 7:05:40 GMT -5
I like the third one best too x3
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 30, 2016 12:42:54 GMT -5
Updated! And I love the third one a lot, too.
I'm thinking Legion controlled planet, unless you guys have other ideas.
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Post by zαηєтα ❤ on Aug 30, 2016 22:25:36 GMT -5
I really like the third one!
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 30, 2016 22:46:18 GMT -5
[[Glad we agree on that then. If we're all fine with it being a Legion controlled planet, I'll get up a starter at some time tonight. Thanks for being patient with me!
On a side note, has anyone tried Legion yet? I've barely even started and I'm already super excited. I had a glitch trying to get my artifact weapon on my frost DK (I was suppose to death grip a mob onto a platform, but it was evading me), so I just decided to level my resto druid instead.]]
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Aug 31, 2016 1:52:32 GMT -5
Basically all you need to do is have a reason for your character to need a portal to Dalaran, then end up in the same spot as everyone else. Otherwise, start however you want.]]
The large red and gold towers against the hazy blue sky could have been considered beautiful. The way the orange and yellow trees framed the roofs of the city was just marvelous. The beautiful cobblestone work and the magnificent architecture was quite the sight to behold. The Blood Elven city of Silvermoon was truly worth a visit. At least, to anyone who cared about seeing the beauty in this world. It was all about to get blown up and destroyed by demons anyway, so who cared? They told him that was all the more reason to enjoy it while it lasted, but he just wanted out of here. He had things to do. All the heroes of Azeroth did at a time like this.
Yes, Viktor hated this city, and yes he hated demons. He really did, but this city was probably worse than any other. Except perhaps Gnomeregan. The high pitched voices had been hard to take. But that was besides the point. Heck, he couldn’t stand being in Silvermoon for more than an hour. Even then, that was solely because of all the Blood Elf ladies that hung around. That was the one thing he couldn’t complain about. This inn was the only chance he really had off getting out of here in a reasonable amount of time. Shame people kept sending him on errands here, like fetching books or picking bloody flowers for them. It was worth the pay, at least.
He eyed the young blood elf woman sitting at the counter as he walked in. She played with her long red hair, swinging her legs gently, a water elemental bubbling at her side. The undead man had had a lower jaw, he probably would have grinned. But he didn't. He had a green mohawk and his charm; that would have to do. "Can you get me a portal to Dalaran, hun?” the priest asked, leaning against the bar.
She only looked at him with a bored expression. She took a sip of whatever nonsense drink she was having and set it down. “You tipping?”
Viktor set a large pouch of gold on the counter in reply. He arched an eyebrow, awaiting the woman’s reaction. The elf stared at it, lifted it up as if she didn’t think it was real and finally stared at him in complete disbelief.
“I hate it here,” the undead explained dryly. “Can you get me out or not?”
“Course I can!” She stood up, dusting off her robes as if she was about to do something very important. Wiggling about in what Viktor suspected was a complex series of bad dance moves, she opened a small blue portal for him. She shrugged, waving a hand lazily at the thing. “All you, buddy. Knock yourself out.”
“I’d rather not do that, thank you.” He rolled his eyes, doing a small, sarcastic salute to the bartender standing at the counter before looking back to the mage. “But really darling, I do appreciate it.” The shadow priest adjusted the sleeves of his robes and stepped straight through the portal.
Instantly, something felt terribly wrong. For a terrified moment he thought she might have sent him to GNOMEREGAN. He’d been once. Never again. He didn’t even want to think about it. No, it wasn’t that heck hole. It had an unfamiliar chill to the air as he appeared. No poof of smoke or fancy fireballs; just a shimmer in the air. Viktor shuddered at that thought. The next, he realized just where he was. Well, not exactly where, but he had a clue. With the green skies, the black, ashy rock? He could even see the faint shimmer in the air of all the fel magic that lingered there. He was no Illidari, but this place reeked of demons. The priest threw his hands up in exasperation. “Why me?” he muttered, trying to find something useful in his bags, to no avail. All he managed to dig up were random things like gloves, animal body parts and money. “Stupid Gnomish brats deserve it way more."
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Post by Twilight Sparkle on Sept 1, 2016 21:46:07 GMT -5
(Writing WoW is so much different than playing it :c Sorry for the lame reply ;_;)
Something had drawn a certain Mage to the "smalltooth" realm of Azeroth. Sure, there were other creatures there too, but Mak'Thrar didn't exactly care. The female orc wanted to open a solid portal to Dalaran. Having caught wind of such energy, even from where she was, she had to investigate. Much better than being hunted by petty opponents and their unworthy warbands. Decorated in her ice-blue robes, her matching eyes peered from a light brown figure. She looked unlike the famed greenskins, having been bred of an orcish female and human male.
Atop Blackrock Mountains' highest set, she ignored the noise nearby. Might as well get this done now. Her heavyweight warhammer was held in her right fist. The long pole of some dark material, topped with a hammerhead that looked a boxy dragon skull. Yet, it served like any other staff as well, and she began to run it along the ground, creating bright blue and white markings.
Mak'Thrar murmured a certain set of words as she drew the head of her hammer up, ending with "Dalaran." The dragon hammerhead let off wisps of blue smoke, and the orc blinked once before stepping into the circle and line created. Within a blink, she was gone from her spot atop the famed battleground.
Appearing in her desired destination, she looked around. Something seemed off. Head turning, she took a step, grumbling. Might as well have a look around. Mak'Thrar had been to Dalaran before, for various reasons having to do with her Mage and Necromancer studies.
"What I'd give to join a hunt instead of this," she chuckled, letting herself walk the familiar lands. Wanting to find out what made the area seem so vile, in her opinion, she got moving. Perhaps any folk there could enlighten her.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 2, 2016 18:23:19 GMT -5
Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. And don’t worry, you’re fine.]]
Finding nothing of particular note (like something as useful as a HEARTHSTONE) the priest nearly threw his bags off the edge of the world, down into the twisting nether, or space, or whatever the fel you wanted to call it. But he didn’t. He stopped himself, bag lifted over his head, and dropped it on the ground next to him. Viktor sigh, glaring around at the hellish landscape, searching for a possible way out. Far in the distance he could see a large building built of fel crystals and dark metals. It looked like his only shot at anything out here. Of course, there was no telling who or what could have been inside (though he had a pretty good idea) He’d steer clear of it for a while. Frankly the shadow priest didn’t know what else he was looking for, but he didn’t want to assume it was his only option, especially if it was dangerous. He muttered curses to himself, stepping over sharp stones that littered the earth. That place was a long way off and it didn’t look like there was anything out here for miles.
He wove his way carefully among the rocks; if he could see the building it was only a matter of time before whoever lived there could see him too. The undead couldn't help but wish he blended in better to his surroundings. His robe was more blue than the dark, ashy purple of this landscape. One would probably only miss him if they had their eyes cut out and replaced with grapes, rather than spectral sight. Stupid demon hunters.And even then, it wasn't so hard to not hear him coming, what with all the complaining.
Occasionally he stumbled upon giant, pulsing fel crystals that seemed to soak the life right out of the ground. Viktor made wide circles around them when he, just for caution's sake. “Stupid portals,” the priest muttered, carefully climbing up over a jagged cliff and pulling himself up. “Stupid elf. Wanted a bigger tip, maybe? Hmph, thought it was funny sending me here?” It took an embarrassingly long time to even get halfway up, too, for his lack of any warrior like strength. He trudged along (rather loudly; he couldn’t help that much), cursing elves, pranksters and idiots the whole way.
The undead stopped suddenly, stepping back when a sharp rock cut through into his palm. He stared down at the hole in his hand for a moment, silently appreciating the fact he couldn’t bleed. Contemplating whether it would hurt more to heal it or leave it be, he finally poked it with his other hand. The hole sealed (a little messier than any natural healer would have liked) and Viktor smirked confidently at himself. “Don’t need to be holy to be talented,” he told himself before continuing, ignoring the slight, searing pain that still lingered in his palm.
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Post by TheShiftingFox on Sept 3, 2016 16:15:18 GMT -5
[I'm still here. Just working on an introduction for the Worgen. It is proving to be a bit of a challenge since I don't have the game open in front of me and I haven't yet played legion. And like said, roleplaying WoW is quite different then playing it (when I played I never considered what kind of personality each character had...).]
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 3, 2016 20:23:59 GMT -5
Take your time; there's no rush.
I've gotten a little more used to it because one of my friends got me playing on a RP server. Of course, some people take it all way too seriously. Others are just huge trolls. Not much in between, sadly.]]
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Post by TheShiftingFox on Sept 7, 2016 2:06:21 GMT -5
{Sorry about taking so long to respond. I hope this is ok, since I'm not too experienced writing anything other than cats and I don't have the game open in front of me to check. A bit of a back-story to introduce the character. Not as descriptive as I would have liked. Maybe I'm taking this too seriously. :/ Hope it's ok. Ah.. I almost forgot that Hunters had pets. Whoops. ^^ EDIT: I just realised this is longer than I originally thought it was. It looked short when I had it on document...}
Haar pushed through a crowd of people, having just finished paying a visit to the Bank. Stormwind City, its grand structure perplexed him, yet it did not provide him with a comfort in the least. Ever since he was bitten he had felt out of place amongst those of which were once his own kind, despite how much he wished to deny it. To them, if they were to see his true form, he was a monster. A feral, aggressive, enormous dog… which was true. He had now come to accept that. Ever since that dark day, he has felt the weight of rage… the yearning to run… the hunger for blood… to rip apart both friend and foe… and on one occasion he had given in…
Shaking his head slightly to clear it of these painful thoughts, he brushed a stray lock of dark hair from his scarred face. He was quite young, still in his 30's and standing about 7' tall. He had been merely a boy when he was bitten around the age of 20. Most of it seemed a blur, but it still managed to haunt him to this very day.
Yes… he had still been young, along with many of his peers, accepted into the Royal Guard. He had been a part of the groups who had hunted down these monsters. Feral monsters called Worgens. Intent on protecting the great city of Gilneas, he never thought about the possible consequences, and if he did he had believed the worst to have been being ripped to shreds. No, that was far from the worst as he had come to realise. But by then it had been too late, and now he lives as one of the very things he had hunted. As one of the very things that had killed his family… And he is the very thing that had killed his only friends…
Before the Worgen had appeared, he had patrolled the walls and hunted small game such as foxes. Foxes were prized in Gilneas, their fur made beautiful garments and accessories. Haar was dressed now in their very pelts, along with his leather armour, which he had changed into just before visiting the Bank. He had his ranged shotgun slung across his back as he continued through the crowds of humans, oblivious to the fact that they had a Worgen in their midst. Ahead of him, Haar's bloodhound, Gruff, investigated the water which rushed through the channel upon which a bridge allowed crossing.
His named hadn't always been Haar. Although he dare not bring it back to mind, he used to have a different name. And he did not deserve that name. He was a monster, and could not bear the name of his noble father who was not. So he changed it… his first name to Haar… and no last name. Why would he spread the curse to his children? That's what it was, a curse… and they do not deserve it. He was a monster and he deserved no last name. No one would recognise him. Everyone he knew was dead. And so his journey of independence has begun. His journey to reconciliation… to make up for his monstrosity.
Approaching a mage, Haar handed over the usual amount of coins. Used to having Haar traveling to and fro, she did not question him on the location. And when the portal appeared Haar knew exactly where it went. The elven city of Darnassus. Haar could have scheduled a flight, but he wished to get there instantly as usual. Atleast in Darnassus there were other Worgens, so if he were to walk in his true form it would not be that out of place. He could have gone to Gilneas, but he has been avoiding that city for quite a while now. He knows he'll have to return sooner or later, and although Gilneas is the grandest city of them all, for that he had no doubt whatsoever, he was afraid that he might have to relive his past. So Darnassus was his next option, and ever since his transformation he had found comfort among the natural habitat. And so, head high, he stepped through the portal, Gruff at his heels.
When he appeared, he instantly knew something was wrong. This was not Darnassus! Haar felt a growl forming under his human form. He whipped around but by that stage the portal had gone. And now he found himself in a land he has no knowledge of. Gruff seemed just as confused as he, yet the small dog made no sound. Anger blinded Haar as he took in his strange surroundings and he felt himself shift into his true Worgen form. Oh! That mage is going to pay for this… Haar thought with a snarl.
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Post by ℜust ℜed ℜose on Sept 7, 2016 22:34:45 GMT -5
He didn’t have anywhere specific that he was heading. He just wanted to get somewhere safe, if that even existed. Occasionally he had to stop and calm himself. He was slowly getting more and more tense with each passing moment. His hands had curled into small fists, his palm still stinging something fierce. There was an uneasy feeling in the air. It felt as if something was breathing on his neck. Like the air of Stranglethorn Vale, even, far too hot and way too humid. There had been a time when the hot weather would have made him sweat. He could almost appreciate that that was not the case any longer. Almost. The key there was that he didn’t. He was still far too sour about the way that had all gone down. Death was not exactly something anyone would want to relive. He hardly remembered it; all he knew it had been the worse thing to ever happen to him. Other than finding out his sister had forgotten he existed and gone to marry some guy named Todd. Why, for years he didn’t even know she existed until as of late.
Pulling himself over a large ridge and stopping for a moment a break, he froze at the sound of a low growl. Only an instant later, Viktor whirled around, sending ashy pebbles tumbling down the small hill. Fearing the worst; demons or… eredar or something of the like, the undead man winced. Great going on his part, being Mr. Sneaky and all. He would have started moving more carefully, but he knew how little that good would do. He’d given himself away already, if there was anyone actually there. It could have been the wind, after all… Right? The undead frowned (or at least, kind of; still no jaw). As if there was even wind on this light forsaken rock. He went down a steep slope and under the rocky overhang of the hill. He did not immediately spot anyone and began to wonder if he was hearing things? ‘Already?’ he thought to himself in disappointment, shaking his head. ‘Can’t even wait an hour before starting to go mad?’
The shadow priest shrugged to himself, finding the sword at his hip. He was much of a staff guy. Never had been. He didn’t understand the whole fascination with them really; they were just clunky sticks that never did any real damage. Besides, if he wound up somewhere he couldn’t use magic (or shadow magic wasn’t very effective against what he was fighting, for that matter) he wouldn’t be the fool going about bashing things with sticks. He was no warrior, no rogue, but there wasn’t much complication to ‘you stick the sharp pointy end into people and they die.’ You see, this was an enchanted sword; one with a great power to kill people when they got stabbed with it. Say what you want, hate on it if you were that kind of person, but that was all he needed. No fancy touches, no silly curses. Just a short sword. Viktor did not plan on parting with any time soon. He carefully drew the ‘Enchanted Sword’ out of the grey leather sheath, ready to kick some demon butt (or try to, anyway). They’d probably smell him, hear him, before he even saw them coming. But he wasn’t going to go down not trying. He was no baby.
The undead began to creep forward towards where the sound had been, edging -not very quietly- around the tall rocks. There was a reason he had never tried to be a rogue and never would. Viktor was about as stealthy as… hmph, he didn’t know. Something tall, maybe. About as stealthy as a Devilsaur? No, that didn’t fit. Those things were the sneakiest dang things in all of Azeroth and he still didn’t understand how they managed it. Many heroes learned that the hard way. Ah, the priest supposed he was about as quiet, and as silent as a murloc. Charging about randomly towards anything that moved. Wandering aimlessly, and mumbling nonsense the whole way. Yeah, that sounded right to him.
He slipped between two towering rocks, entering what was sort of like a clearing, with a few stone pillars that dotted the ground, only a two meters or so in length. Each of the rocks stood tall and proud like jagged spikes and curled talons across the landscape. Some were easily ten meters high, others were but a few centimeters tall. They looked like claws, each one sharp and dangerous looking. There was no doubt about it; he did not recognize this place. It looked like a nightmare if he'd ever seen one. If he ever got out of here, he would ask a druid about it. But, of course, Viktor did not need to get his hopes up.
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