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  1. 9 points
    HAYTHAM KENDRICK OF BORALUS ♫ Name: Haytham Francis Kendrick Occupation: Governor of Port Drustgarde, Entrepreneur, Captain (former) Birthplace: Boralus, Kul Tiras Age: Thirty Residence: Drustgarde Marital Status: Divorced Background Born as the eldest son to Francis and Caroline, who led a prominent merchant family of Kul Tiras, the Kendrick family. Ever since Haytham was but a young boy, he always dreamt about commandeering his own ship and serving his country proudly. This vision was however, one which brought great dismay to his father who had envisioned another path for him. He spent his childhood fascinated about the navy, always asking questions and seeking knowledge wherever he could find it to the point where some considered him to be annoying. As he grew up, he watched his father manage the company while he even had an insight into his father’s plans where he learned of his father’s underhand tactics in becoming rich. Disgusted with his father’s unlawful use of methods, Haytham enlisted in the navy of Kul Tiras despite his father’s wishes. This resulted in him earning the ire of his father which would play a course later on in his life. The now estranged scion of the Kendrick family found himself serving in the navy as he always wanted. His ambition and passion to serve had led him to rise quickly amongst the ranks of the navy. Some questioned his rapid ascension, yet others who’ve served alongside him call it a testament to his skill in leadership. It is here where Haytham had met Meredith Meadow Thistleton who he grew to become fast friends with and later even marry despite their families’ ever building rivalry. This only caused further disappointment within the eyes of Haytham’s father who at this point considered his firstborn to be a lost cause and decided to groom Haytham’s twin - Harper to inherit the company instead. Haytham continued to serve in the navy as a Captain, remaining in frequent contact with his twin sister and mother back at home through letters. The newly wed couple had been eventually separated for reasons unknown to others. Some say that Meredith herself had tried to sway Haytham into choosing her over his family and he had chosen the latter. Others say that the pair argued over matters unknown and this led to their separation. No one knows for sure but the pair themselves. Haytham continued his duties sternly and appeared quite unhindered emotionally to the public yet when he found himself in the privacy of his cabin he wept silently. To keep the separation out of his mind he turned to write letters to his twin sister and mother for comfort. Shortly after, news of the disappearance of his parents had eventually reached Haytham’s ears and this only added to his already emotional boat ride. In his now devastated mood he was visited by his younger brother August who managed to convince the once proud man that his parent’s disappearance was no mystery. He claimed that they had disappeared because the Kingdom’s elite had somehow discovered his father’s shadier operations and intended to rid them in one quick stroke. This would be done without any possible suspicions on the basis of a storm being used as a cover up as the cause of their disappearance. A now vengeful Haytham swore he’d avenge his family by using any means necessary, the now satisfied August took this as an opportunity to make him resign from the navy and assume control of the family business himself. And so he did. Haytham had resigned from the navy and due to the amount of sway he held within it, several others followed him once he returned home - most notably his loyal swabs and crewmen. Upon his arrival home and reunion with his siblings, he had witnessed the damage that had impacted the company due to the sudden disappearance of their parents. After seeing how his twin sister had contained the chaos that had been wrought upon the family business in the wake of their predecessor’s disappearance, he made it known that she would share equal power alongside him in heading the company. Together and along with their siblings, they made a vow that they would restore their family business back into its rightful place in society by using any means necessary - even if it meant utilizing the methods of his father which he once despised as a child. A few years had passed. The family business remained as stable and prosperous as ever under the combined leadership of the Kendrick twins. A need for adventure had arisen within the man now edging towards his thirties, and when rumours came to him about a group of Paladins wishing to explore the fate of the missing vessel his father had been on, Haytham was quick to provide them with monetary support. Not only did he fund them, he decided to leave the family business in his capable twin-sister’s hand only to directly set off with the group on their voyage with a few companions. Knowing that he had possibly been tricked by his younger brother, only fueled his desire to find his father and perhaps redeem himself. He had after all gone against his personal values to see his family remain afloat and strong in trade back home. Only time will tell whether he would find his father or return home empty handed. Or perhaps not return at all... Traits & Flaws Disciplined - His time in the navy has molded him into a man of discipline and can act apart in a controlled environment. Diligent - Years of hard work and commitment in pursuing his dreams have made him show care in his work. Dutiful - Haytham feels like he holds a sense of duty to his family and his family’s company thus giving up his dream occupation for it. Ambitious - Every man is a dreamer. Haytham however happens to dream bigger than the rest. Devious - Like father like son, Haytham does not shy away from using a more less-direct route to achieve his goals. Deceitful - Should it be necessary, Haytham would lie to get himself out of a sticky situation. A common trait running amongst the Kendrick family. Navigator - Through years of experience in the navy the man has adopted a new skill in navigating both on land and sea. Appearance Fair of hair with lightly tanned skin as befitting someone who hails from the Island Kingdom of Kul tiras. Haytham embodies and resembles his father more so than the rest of his brothers, with his viridescent coloured eyes representing his nationality and his masculine strong facial structure, symmetrical and square with a heavy brow, stout nose and a strong jaw line, with said face still bearing somewhat youthful looks. His visage in question shows little to none marks of combat, perhaps a show of caution. From these minor scars one would be able to tell that he is indeed no stranger to combat. An attractive man, one would say. Like his father and brothers, he stands somewhat around the six foot mark with an athletic build, one that resembles a soldier yet carries a soldier’s presence. He walks as one would expect a soldier would, stern and straight-backed - some may mistake this for uptightness. When spoken to, his voice would sound rather appealing and carry a sense of discipline with a slight hint of sophistication with it. A merit from his time spent in the navy.
  2. 9 points
    Name: Gratha Race: Orc Age: 28 Class: Shaman Affiliation: Dragonmaw Clan, Grom'goshar Although stunted in stature, Gratha possesses the semblance of a capable fighter with sturdy shoulders and a vigorous posture. Her thick black mane is decorated with a plethora of minuscule braids, and various clan-related trinkets. A pair of glowing amber eyes bring warmth to her grey features, that most often bear marks of battle in various forms. An outlandish tempest filled the air with unbearable pressure in the Twilight Highlands. A lone Shaman scaled down the mountains with what seemed like crawling pace, eyes directed to the slithering path ahead. The havoc that was slowing her down was wrought by those loyal to the Old Gods, and were now tearing land and skies apart. Howling of the wind and the unspoken threats of the blackened forest below deafened the Dragonmaw from everything else. It was the mistake she made, trusting to her hearing over other senses, and in a heartbeat she was off the cliff, followed by a trail of flames by her winged challenger. * I was falling, falling from a great height. Nothing would stop me and there was roaring black air all around me as I was plunging through it. I heard myself call out for the elements, a desperate shriek in the thick of the living storm. I woke with a violent lurch and laid winded against a cluster of rocks, torn fabric and sand was caught to my rough features. I had no memory of what happened. I scrabbled in my brain, but it was blank - an empty cavern, no echoes. Nothing. I tried to think of the last day I clearly remembered, but it was like looking into an impenetrable mist, with indistinct shapes looming. I possess the ability to call the elements to my aid, but as I laid here, I could feel nothing familiar surrounding me. Perhaps I had wronged the elements, demanded their aid to bring me here alive. The seawater was burning at my damaged body, prompting me to stop reminiscing and to focus on my survival, and to soothe the agitated elements. * Stranded, the scrawny Shaman began to make her way further away from the shore. Having never communicated with an ally other than a Dragonmaw, she had no faith in finding anything but hostility from where she now was. With that belligerent mindset, she ventured on. OOC: If anyone has found errors, please tell, my english is not the most fluent. Other feedback is also most welcome.
  3. 8 points
    ♫ Lost, but resolute Rain. The rain fell from the heavens in droves, threatening to overwhelm the solid wood galleon stoically sailing over an ocean whose waves rose and fell ceaselessly. Almost proudly, green sailors with a single golden anchor flapped defiantly in the face of a storm. Sailors tended to sails flapping erratically while others labored with buckets used to discard exorbitant amounts of water flooding the deck. At the helm, a Captain bellowed orders to his determined crew while civilians huddled in the bowels of the wind-torn vessel. Frightened murmurs spread throughout the crowded interiors, praying to the Light for salvation. Their passage was unknown. In the storm, bereft of a night sky for navigation and with navigational equipment malfunctioning, the vessel was sailing blind. “Land! I see land! By the Light, LOOK OUT!” Shouted a man in the crow’s nest who had desperately been looking for a way out of the storm. CRACK! A horrendous-sounding noise of wood splitting filled the air as the vessel made contact with solid ground. Civilians and sailors alike screamed in fear. Some were knocked overboard. Scraping the reef, the vessel was filling rapidly with water. At the order of the Captain, the adventurous Tirasians abandoned their vessel through rowboats or leaping overboard… moving towards what looked like land. Drustgarde is an expedition sent by the Church within Boralus, funded by burghers from the capital, and was tasked with discovering the cause of the disappearance of Tirasian ships in the South Seas. En route, they were met with a savage storm blowing them severely off course only to be shipwrecked in the Doldrums. Left with little choice, the expedition has decided to settle within the islands and become a beacon of civilization in a hostile land. Composed of three Paladins (Judges), burghers, and adventurers, the company hopes to found a colony of Kul Tiras. But, with no knowledge of how to return to Kul Tiras and being so distant from their homeland, there is no telling what cultural or social differences may emerge. AS A GUILD As a guild, we want to focus on civilian and settling roleplay focused within the colony. For example, the colony itself is set up to be a autocratic-theocracy underneath the rule of a ruling class of Paladins. However, the reality is that power must be shared among such a small group so it is likely more mediums of government will form in later days. It is with this hope that we create a sense of tension between burghers, theocrats, and perhaps even changing the outcome of the colony entirely. Change will come, and more conflicting social classes will form. Even the Paladins want to survive, so they will gladly work/compromise with their fellows to have the government shift as needed. Tl;dr: We are a guild with settler rp, conflict, and political themes. We’ll also have a big meeting at the start of the guild to determine the course we take in game. JUDGES Judge Barcelos, like most other expedition members, simply wants to survive. But this does not mean he will compromise the entirety of his moral code for the sake of survival. Although it is difficult, Barcelos still clings onto his education as a member of the clergy; he sees himself as a tool of the Light to bring harmony for those traumatized by the shipwreck. Judge Bregham Grimsley stands as the single most perilous member of the expedition. His position as judge is reviled by many and supported much the same. Impugned for his fanatical fervor and militancy, his modus operandi is one of brutal truths and uncompromising judgement. Perhaps in what ascribes Grimsley to the least holy of the illustrious judges, the grizzly warrior of Light wears etchings of Neptulon and other seafaring scriptures across his mangled skin, though his rugged character has certainly earned him the adoration of Drustgarde’s less privileged constituents as their trusted champion. HIERARCHY AND FAITH Appointed Leader (1/1) Appointed by the Church to head an expedition in search of lost Tirasian vessels, the leader occupies an executive position within the group and oversees operations. For the time being, the role falls to a Paladin aligned with the Judges via a shared order whose task is to ensure everything runs relatively smoothly. He the head of the group. His voice is final. For now, this autocrat works with his fellow Judges to retain order within the expedition. Council (2/2) An assembly of individuals representing the interests of the entire colony. They are the legislative body, underneath the Appointed Leader, and together meet bi-weekly to address the state of the colony. If a law must be changed, then the Council will adhere to the wishes of Drustgarde in order to amend said law underneath the guidance of Judges. However, regardless of their legislative powers, the Council isn't above the law nor possesses any true authority aside from that of assembly or lawmaking. Judges (2/2) Originally dispatched to solve disputes among the expedition, the judges now find themselves surrounded by uneasy civilians on the Doldrums. These judges draw authority from their use of the Light and their knowledge of Church doctrine on morality. The Judges do not legislate, they enforce. Colonists (11/X) Colonists are people who hail from all manner of backgrounds. They may have found their way on the voyage through various avenues. Perhaps the call of adventure or the need to escape from a life in favour of beginning anew amongst the promises offered to them by the Church. Every colonist must serve in the role of militia if the need is called. Levies will be raised, militiamen will be armed, and the role of protecting the colony will fall to the colonists when war takes place. However, there will be no standing army or military. RECRUITMENT To join the expedition, one can merely send a pm to Monteu or Scorpio on the forums, discord, or find us in-game. It is an Alliance guild, but has no race or class restrictions aside from Paladins. Later on, we might change these restrictions to accommodate neutrals etc. CHARTER OF LAW Drustgarde assembled together officially for the first time and agreed upon a representative council who along with the Appointed Leader decide upon the Code of Law to be maintained within the colony's borders. This code was to be in no way permanent with the council, to the people's wishes, possessing the ability to amend them underneath the oversight of Judges. Judges may render justice, immediately if needed, as they see fit using the law as recommendations as to how they might do such. Murder - Capital offense with execution as punishment. Judges may render punishment, or obtain justice, immediately if caught in the act or may procure justice in any fashion they may deem fit if murder has taken place. Stealing - Offenses will follow a three-strike method. On the first offense, a fine of something near in value to the stolen object must be paid. In addition to this there will be a number of lashings forced upon the lawbreaker. On the second offense, they will be imprisoned for a number of days and may be forced to endure a period of indentured servitude. Lastly, on the third offense, the lawbreaker will be executed through hanging, drowning, or beheading. All Judges may render judgement on a case-by-case basis on the severity of the offense. Rape - Punishable by death. Judges may exact justice on the spot, immediately, or at a point of their leisure. Desertion - Applies when at war and levies are raised. If desertion is because of low morale, floggings or imprisonment will occur. Should the deserter leave for malicious reasons, they may be executed after giving due attention to their case. Enforcement - Judges, as your spiritual guides and enforcers, are the only ones able to enforce law. They cannot draft laws, but they can enforce them as they see best befitting the situation. The Leader of the Colony, as a Judge, is exempt from the restriction of drafting law in accordance with the colony's wishes. Arson - On a case-by-case basis, judging on intent, Judges may exact justice as follows: if accidental, the burner will enter a period of indentured servitude to those he had wronged until whatever was damaged is repaired. If by deliberate, malicious action, then the punishment is death. For most nonviolent crime, they will follow a similar method of justice as stealing known as the three-strike method. ROSTER (17/x) Monteu Scorpio Dauble Horadin Ayleth TeegeeUK Lompocus Dalekfodder Jaime FatherHay BobbyWitDatTool Julie Cudn Robb Khor Antioch Kit This man is wanted by Drustgarde for the sale of illicit goods, smuggling, and laundering.
  4. 7 points
    This is a Quick & Easy guide for new players. For more in-depth information, please visit Server Information and read the guides listed there. My Character Look at your character sheet. Open up the RPG Handbook and there you have it. You can also type: .rpg csheet to get a more detailed character sheet. The book will not show you buffs or debuffs you currently have. .rpg csheet will. This is the moment were you should make a ".rpg csheet"-Macro. It will come in very handy and you will use it a lot. Trust me. Let's look at your stats first: Strength: Your Hit-Chance vs. dodge in melee combat will be determined by either your strength or your dexterity, which ever is higher. Strength is a requirement for some gear, like plate armor. Strength increases the damage of some weapons and skills. Dexterity: Your Hit-Chance vs. dodge in melee combat will be determined by either your strength or your dexterity, which ever is higher. Dexterity increases the damage of some weapons and skills. Dexterity determines how much damage you avoid when you successfully dodge. Dexterity does not increase your chance to dodge! Dexterity increases the amount of energy you start with on your first turn in combat. Constitution: It increases your maximum HP by 100 per point. It reduces the amount of Fatigue you suffer from all actions, and increases your HP regeneration out of combat. Perception: It increases your chance to dodge. It determines who goes first in combat. It increases your chance to flee from combat. The amount of detailed information you receive when you .rpg csheet on another player or creature is determined by your perception. Willpower: It increases your Hit-Chance vs. dodge when using magic attacks. It increases the damage and healing of magic skills. The amount of skills your character can learn increases by one for every two points in Willpower. Willpower also decreases the magic damage you take. Ingenuity: It increases energy regeneration by one for every two points in Ingenuity. It increases the critical hit chance of physical damage skills by 0.5% per point, and magical damage skills by 1% per point. Critical Hits do 175% damage/healing. Some abilities scale with Ingenuity. What about the other stuff? Productivity is explained in the next paragraph. Fatigue rises with certain actions, like crafting, swimming, doing combat etc. and it decreases over time. A high fatigue decreases your healing/damage output, and increases your damage taken during combat. Story Stat is a special stat that is given out by GMs during events and can be used only during that event as a resource for special things. Energy is needed during combat to use abilities. Essence is a resource for some powerful abilities. It recharges slowly over time. IMPORTANT: More on Fatigue and Injuries Fatigue can rise from many actions taken in game, but mainly traveling with the boat, swimming and combat. The percentage number displayed under Fatigue in your RPG Handbook reduces your outgoing damage and increases your incoming damage during each turn of combat. Every time you get damaged in combat, you have a chance to receive an injury. There are several different kinds of minor injuries, and they can stack up. Too many injuries can become Major or Severe. There are several ways in the game to deal with injuries and fatigue. For example, using a campfire will reduce fatigue more quickly over time. Using a bedroll will greatly reduce the time that some wounds need to heal. There are also some abilities in your RPG Handbook under "Non-Combat Abilities" that can help with wound treatment. Click here for more details about injuries. How do I learn abilities? Open the RPG Handbook, go to "Abilities". This shows all abilities you currently have. The energy cost of each ability is shown in blue in the brackets. The essence cost of an ability is shown in purple. Click on "Ability Dictionary" to get a list of all abilities in the RPG. To learn an ability, click on it and then click on "Learn Ability". You can "unlearn" an ability once every 24 hours. Green abilities can be learned by any class. Blue abilities are class-specific. You can only ever have two class abilities. How do I equip myself? Every item is just "cosmetic". To give your item actual stats that work with the RPG, you have to apply a Token to it. You can get tokens from the vendor. Players can also craft tokens when they have the skill. To apply a token, simply right-click it and then left-click on the item. There is two types of tokens. Weapon Token and Armor Token. The weapon token only works on a fitting weapon. For example, the token for a Short Bow will only work on an item that classifies as Short Bow. The armor token only works on your chest armor. That means, whatever you wear as chest armor will determine the overall type of armor your character wears in the RPG, regardless of what you have equiped on head, shoulders, feet, hands, etc. Important: To equip your weapon/armor in the RPG, you have to equip it normally like you would any other item in WoW, and then type: ".rpg equip". Otherwise it will not show up on your character sheet. How do I get better? The two main factors in getting better are: XP and Productivity. XP: You increase your XP by Training. Open the RPG Handbook, go to "More Actions" and click "Start Training". This will spend 4 productivity every 5 minutes training until you stop or run out. Based on your experience level, this will result in various amounts of XP gained. You can kill NPCs to make training faster, spending 12 productivity immediately after killing an NPC! Productivity: Productivity is used to buy XP. It is also used for gathering and crafting, explained later on. You regenerate 3 Productivity per hour, even when offline. Productivity is shared among all characters on your account! How do I craft stuff? Gathering: Fist you need to find a spot that has materials. For example, if you want to find wood, go to an area with trees. Then, open up your RPG Handbook, go to "More Actions" and click "Examine Local Resources." If there is any, it will show up in the chat window. To start gathering, open up your RPG Handbook, go to "More Actions" and click on "Start Woodcutting". Now you just have to wait. To stop gathering, click on "End Gathering". Each "tick" of gathering costs 3 Productivity. Crafting: Get a Manual from one of the vendors. As weaponsmith, you want to get the "Weaponsmithing Manual". You can buy crafting recipes from the vendor. Right-click a recipe and left-click on your Manual to add it. Then, open up your Manual to see all the recipes you know. Click on one of them and it shows you the materials you need. Then click "Craft" to create the item. You need to stand next to the crafting station that is shown in the recipe! Crafting an item costs various amounts of Productivity, depending on the item! How do I fight? Start or join a fight: Find an enemy or an already ongoing fight, open your RPG Handbook and click on "Start/Join a Fight". Your turn: You will be notified when it is your turn. The time on your turn is limited, so don't take too long. You will regenerate energy at every start of your turn. Your turn will end automatically when you run out of energy, or you end it manually by typing ".rpg act end". You should definately make a macro for that! You will use it a lot. Abilities: You can use as many abilities in your turn as you like, as long as you have the energy for it. To use an ability, open your RPG Handbook, go to "Abilities" and choose. Alternatively, you can macro it by doing ".rpg act <abilityname>". Example for Heroic Strike: ".rpg act heroicstrike". Making a macro for abilities you use very often is a great idea! Engaging: To use melee abilities, you need to be engaged to your target. There are several skills that can engage you to someone, but the most common one is the "Move" ability. Losing all your HP: When a player loses all of their HP, they get stunned until the fight is over. While in this state, they can get injured or executed. Ending a fight: To end a fight, type ".rpg fight end". The fight ends when every participant votes for it to end. Players that are stunned due to loss of all their HP will always automatically vote "yes".
  5. 6 points
    “May ya always find friends in low places.” - Jani High Priest: Kuz Mayor: Eg Eg and Kuz, the Cult’s founders, are wholly and utterly convinced that The Doldrums is the realm of Jani. What else could it be? Jani is the Loa of the discarded, and everyone here is discarded by the rest of the world, stuck forever in Jani’s Realm under her protection, where only the worthy will ascend to become True Junk. Even the land itself is cast out by the rest of Azeroth, random seemingly disconnected islands forgotten by anyone but its denizens. It only makes sense that this is where Jani makes its home. Voodoo plays a large part in being a Jani devotee, but anyone can make a sacrifice to Jani as long as they have some junk to give or an orphan to give some food to. The guild focuses heavily on the worship of their deity and all things that come with this worship. Current Location: The Port After a series of tumultuous up-and-downs, the first ever port on Opej’nor is officially back in the hands of its original creators and founders; Eg and Kuz. The Port is the home of the Cult, though any non-Cult members are welcome to use The Port as much as they want; everyone is welcome. Currently facing a refugee crisis, Flotsam is not in its best condition; ridden with Fugie Disease, rat infested and with low food stores, it’ll need all the help it can get. The Loa of Discarded Things, Master of Minions, Patron of Scavengers, The Saurid Lord of Thieves and the Collector of Secrets. Many names describe this Lesser Loa who takes the form of an Anklebiter. Anywhere a pile of trash and debris is found, one can also find the essence of Jani- and perhaps even the manifestation of the Loa herself if the junk is adequate. Those ignored or mostly forgotten about are blessed with Jani’s protection; The poor, downtrodden, orphans and homeless. Jani, a purveyor of loot and trash, is hardly picky about her sacrifices. Everything from broken ship wheels to bottles of expensive wine to the Ashbringer itself are accepted as proper sacrifices in the Loa’s name. Very much like the rest of her prodigious pantheon of peers, Jani is every bit as fickle and very much a trickster. Despite the extreme loyalty the Cult might demonstrate, they could still be teased with various misadventurous scenarios equal to the amount of blessings they receive. Big Goals Gather a loyal Cult of followers. Build a religious site to devote to Jani. Summon an avatar of Jani into the Doldrums. Grow the power of Jani within the Doldrums through rituals and dedication, so that she may fight once again against the malevolent forces that have grown rampant in Her Domain. Little Goals Go on quests for Loot in the name of Jani. Get a trash caravan going where we go around the other settlements to collect their trash like literal garbagemen. Other smaller goals that emerge naturally from trying to achieve the bigger goals and other roleplay. HIGH PRIORITY GOALS Refugees! They need food, they need shelter, they need medical attention! Figure out what exact illness plagues the refugees and attempt to cure it. SOLVED (for now) Recruit healthy people to help out in Port Eg. Being a Jani devotee comes with a certain mindset and outlook on the world, accompanied by habits and little rituals common amongst the Cult. This is a small list of some of them, which is likely to grow as we develop. Compulsive Scavengers Jani followers are likely to see worth in almost anything they can pick up that looks discarded or lost. From interesting looking sticks to legendary swords found in the sand, it all gets picked up and considered a blessing. A lot of what they find ends up in the Trashpiles they dot around the place. Trashpiles Where Jani followers exist you will find their Trashpiles. Created to be shrines and altars to Jani these heaps look to other people like just stacks of trash, but they hold Jani’s presence within them. They can be any size, shape or worth. Sacrifices Jani loves loot. Most would say the shinier the better, but all trash is considered equal in the Patron Scavenger's eyes. Because all the refugees and others arrived onto Jani’s domain via the ocean, it feels natural to toss loot back in as thanks to Jani for bringing us together and invoke Her protection. Autonomy Being proud to be a part of a community of people who might commonly shout “Trash Tribe” in a show of comradery, mostly entails that one has no real qualms or pride about themselves. Members of the Cult of Jani are free to practice their own desires and goals, and experience equality amongst everyone else from lowly refugees to the High Priest and beyond. High Priest Kuz Self-Proclaimed High-Priest Kuz, benefactor, has jumped at the chance to use Eg-town as a wellspring for the beginnings of a group dedicated to worshipping the Loa. The island beset on all sides by a wide ranging pantheon of Higher Powers, mostly all sinister, has him pressed to introduce one to the island that actually represents the common ‘fugie. Mayor Eg Mayor Eg, co-founder of the Cult, has been a fixture in creating piles of junk in the Doldrums, responsible for the biggest one of all; Egtown. While not a troll and thus not having a direct connection to the Loa, he is still highly respected as a speaker on All Things Trash due to his contributions to clutter. Trash While most people would imagine a rank named ‘Trash’ to be the lowest in an organisation, in the Cult it is anything but. The Mayor and High Priest exist as a superior rank, but their roles are for organizational, diplomatic and educational purposes only. The two believe themselves to be equal to any other full member of the tribe/cult/coterie of dirty denizens. These are the meat of the cult. The numbers that make up the followers to the Patron of Trash and Loot. Their devotion is paramount to what blessings or interactions they receive from Jani, and thus are as impertinent as any other. One attains this rank after doing their initiations. Clutter The rank one gets upon completing the first and easiest trial of becoming a Jani Cultist. This is the first step on the road to being Trash, and most dedicated people won’t take long to ascend. While the Cult follows a Loa, which are strictly Trollish gods, we don’t discriminate based on race. We feel that of all Loa Jani would be most open to letting other races worship her. Saying that, while we technically accept all races we don’t expect all races to be very interested in this and will look pretty hard at certain races (Draenei or Nelves to name a few) before letting them join, both IC and OOC. People can join the guild through one of two methods: Already a Cultist You start out as a cultist and skip all the roleplay that comes with becoming a trusted member of the Cult. This comes with a bit of a condition that you have to play a loyal follower, since otherwise you wouldn’t be trusted and we’re assuming you went through the joining process. This is likely to be a refugee that lived in Egtown and got influenced by Eg and Kuz’ constant preaching. Recruited through roleplay You get invited In-Character (or ask) to take an initiation ritual and begin your journey on the path to becoming Trash. There’ll be several initiation rites you have to go through. *NOTE: It’s entirely possible to become a Jani cultist without being in the guild. Any character can believe in and worship Jani without leaving their own guild! Current Pledges: 5 - Sladicus - Locket - Intoxicated - Sprongle - Roz “One mon’s trash be another mon’s Loa.” - Jani
  6. 6 points
    A lot of issues; but primarily due to needing to focus on someone important to me. Cya; if you want to talk to me be sure to just say something on Discord.
  7. 6 points
    Goldwolf Cartel is a small organization which is lead by Greed the goblin, and is under Grom'Goshar's protection and authority, effectively making it a Horde-affiliated cartel. The difference between the two guilds will be that goblins and various Horde workers will focus on setting up a trading post and dealing with all those who come to it. We'll be focusing on constructing, gathering, crafting and overall tinkering with the system, and to create a Horde settlement/trading post which can act as a hub or trading center for players. This serves as an opportunity for those who wants to play goblin, as such seems lacking around. It's also a way to create a larger Horde community, should the guild succeed. Goals Short Term -Establish Goldwolf Trading Post in Opej'Nor. -Recruit Horde refugees as working force. -Establish ties with factions existing in Opej'Nor. Long Term -Become center of trade for the Horde in the Doldrums. -Expand Goldwolf Trading Post into a town and rename it. -Massive profits. -Big gains. Accepted Races and Classes Goblins, orcs, tauren, trolls, undead and blood elves are all welcome into the guild. All classes are welcome, however we'd like to not have TOO many edgy casters around. Members Greed - Boss Rules of the Cartel The cartel runs by pretty simple rules. Don't backstab the cartel or any Horde groups for that matter, don't keep artifacts of incredible power around(such are to be passed on to Grom'Goshar) and don't hoard resources, give them times to re-emerge. It's an unspoken rule that in order for trade to flourish, there mustn't be too much or any conflict with other factions or guilds. While the cartel is under Dragor Bloodfury's supervision and by extension the Horde, we're not a fighting force, nor will we only focus on being that. We'll sometimes go on adventures to gain resources and whatnot, but we won't seek out conflict too often. It's expected of the members to give the materials they collect to the leadership, then after that we can hand out resources to what's needed. While we can't enforce that materials are to be handed over, we'd appreciate it as it'll let the guild progress as a whole, instead of an individual. Closing Statement I haven't lead a guild in a while now, so it'll be a bit slow in the start maybe. But if people want to play goblins and create a guild that can support all members, then maybe this is a cool idea. I'd also like feedback on the idea below, if that'd be possible. Thanks for the read.
  8. 6 points
    Theme: "Someday, we all die. But what is important is how we choose to die. In glorious battle. For me, there could be no better death." Dragor Bloodfury Race: Orc Age: 62 Allegiances: The Horde, The Warsong Clan, The Warsong Offensive, Grom'goshar Aliases: The Old Wolf, Warleader of the Warsong Clan, Warleader of Grom'goshar Birthplace: Nagrand, Draenor Languages: Orcish, Common The Wars of Old Dragor Bloodfury was born into the Warsong Clan, many years before the opening of the Dark Portal and the subsequent wars that followed. For a time, Bloodfury had known what he described as "peace", if you could call it such. Before the Blood Curse ever tarnished the name of the Orcs of Draenor, there was the savage and primal time. For Bloodfury, his time was spent fighting alongside his father, battling the Gorian Empire in their twisted and ruthless efforts to place the Warsong back into slavery. No more would the Warsong become slaves, or so they thought... When Gul'dan rallied the Horde together to sate his own twisted plans, the Warsong Clan were the first to follow. Watching as Hellscream became the first to harness the power of the Fel, Dragor joined his kin, believing this new-found power could give them glory beyond measure. But how wrong he was, something he remembers to this very day. The memories of what transpired over the coming years act as a grim reminder of what atrocities he and his people had committed. With the Fel powering them, the Warsong lay waste to the Gorian Empire in an effort to completely topple the once mighty ogress. Though the thought of destroying the ogres was something Bloodfury relished, this was a manner he thought dishonorable, the way in which they massacred their people was neither proper nor honorable in his eyes. But he pressed on, as his father instructed. The bloodshed would continue until the Draenei, Ogres and other races had been annihilated. The siege of Shattrath was one of the next battles which saw Bloodfury question their actions. After succumbing to blood lust, Dragor found himself at the front of a slaughter of a collection of women and children of the Draenic people. To this day, he receives nightmares, the faces of those he massacred coming to him in vivid, haunting memories of the past. In time, this blood lust would only continue, before the rest of the Clan succumbed. Because of this, they were left behind on Draenor, whilst Warchief Blackhand lead the Horde during the First War. Though the Clan would be spared the defeat of the First War, they had to deal with the aftermath. As the world around them withered and died, the Warsong continued to fight with the other orcs and ogres, preventing Doomhammer to replenish his forces for the Second War. After the defeat of Doomhammer, the Warsong would finally partake in the war, being sent through the portal to protect it from the Alliance. This battle saw the fall of Dragak Bloodfury, Dragors father, as the Alliance Expedition slammed through Hellscreams lines, entering Draenor. In the chaos and confusion, a furious and sorrowful Bloodfury charged the Alliance forces, finding himself cornered. In the chaos, the orc would refuse to be slain. Despite the blows the Alliance soldiers inflicted, a strange force carried him on. Was it his rage? His might? The Fel? Even to this day he is unsure. In the end, he was rescued by a warband of orcs who came to his aid, offering a worg upon retreat. The last glimpses of that battle were the humans storming Draenor through the portal, with a number of scattered orcs being slain in the process. Despite the massacre he had witnessed on Draenor, and the acts he committed, this day would scar him. First hand, Bloodfury would realize that the humans were just like the orcs, and he bore a fierce grudge due to the death of his beloved father... Reign of Chaos Many years later, after countless efforts of evading the humans of Lordaeron, the Warsong Clan endured. Though hindered and beaten, they spat in the face of death many times over. At this point, Dragor resented the humans for locking up his people like dogs in cages, a poor display of what the Horde currently was. During such time, the relentless effects of lethargy plagued the orcs mind threatened to drive Bloodfury into weakness and incapability. Seeing the resilience of his Chieftain, Hellscream, he would continue to push on. At this point, he had a family. A mate, and two children, who shared the same strength and determination that he had shown before. But this would not last. Dragor would soon take a warband into the Hillsbrad Foothills, laying waste to the towns and camps in an effort to cause chaos and confusion, as well as provide the Warsong with essential supplies. At this time, the orcs began to break their chains and reunite along the new Warchief, Thrall, son of Durotan. This came after Doomhammers death at the hands of the Alliance whilst liberating Hammerfall. In time, the Horde traveled west to Kalimdor. Once again, Bloodfury allwoed himself to be consumed by old hatreds, joining his Clan in the strike against the humans who had traveled there to escape the Eastern Kingdoms. Blood would be shed, and Dragor would bathe in it... That is until the Warchief redirected the Warsong to the North, Ashenvale. It was there that certain events would indeed shape the orc to whom he was today. But theses events were not joyous, not one piece. There the raging battles between the Kaldorei and the Warsong were waged in the forests of Ashenvale, with the Kaldorei gaining the upper hand with the assistance of their demi-god, Cenarius. It was here that the Warsong made a desperate choice. Hellscream, having seen his Clan pushed to the brink, decided to drink the blood of Mannoroth once more. After loosing his family in the battles, and now a broken and demoralized orc, Bloodfury would drink. Regardless of what Thrall had taught them before about the dangers of Fel. He would have vengeance against the Kaldorei. The Warsong, now bolstered by Mannoroths "gift", would lay waste to the Kaldorei and to Cenarius, ending his life. Victory came, but at what price? Bloodfury remembers being freed from the blood curse, standing over the bodies of Kaldorei and Frostwolf alike. He had slain his own kin in his blood lust once again. Something that haunted him. But it was not all for naught. Hellscreams sacrifice had freed the orcs from the blood curse, and allowed them to eventually defeat the Burning Legion atop Mount Hyjal. Dragor would take the time to go into exile due to his actions, and reflect upon what had transpired during the 3rd War. There, the Old Wolf would question himself, and his honor. The Frozen Wastes When the Scourge invaded Azeroth in a bid to turn its people into the living dead and plunge the world into darkness, the Old Wolf returned. Having spent years in exile, he had prepared himself for what was to come. Having heard that the son of Hellscream had made a triumphant return, he was one of the first to pledge his blade in the fight in the North. Joining the ranks of the Warsong Offensive, he traveled North to do battle with the Scourge. Arriving in the Borean Tundra, the fight was like nothing he had experienced before. The way of battle had changed, especially with the living dead. Bloodfury would lead a number of raids upon the scourge camps in the Tundra in a bid to halt their operations, but at times it proved a daunting task. For all the undead they slew, more would take their place, some were even kin who Bloodfury had served with before. The task of putting them down grieved him deeply.. However, he was redirected to serve beneath Saurfang the Younger at Wrathgate. At Angrathar, the battle started positively, with the Horde charging gloriously into battle. It was at this moment that Bloodfury thought a decisive blow could be struck against the Scourge, until that moment came. The Lich King himself arrived, forcing Saurfang to charge in an effort to take the glory for himself. This proved to be his downfall, as the Lich King decimated him with Frostmourne, taking his soul. This was not the worst of it, as the forsaken revealed their treasonous nature. They released the new plague upon Horde and Alliance alike, with Bloodfury being forced to watch his own people succumb and die. Blacking out, he awoke to find that he was dragged off the battle with a number of wounds. There he would spent a period of the war confined to the hospital of the Warsong Hold. The Old Wold grew impatient. His fellow warriors were out dying whilst he was there, stuck in a bed, useless. He spent time honing his skills again, training so he could be fit enough to serve on the battlefield. Once he was ready, he was relocated to Orgrims Hammer, the airship hovering over Icecrown. It was here that he partook in more skirmishes, both with the Scourge and Alliance. After witnessing the Argent Tournament, something he found loathsome and pompous on behalf of the Argents, he prepared himself for the pivotal battle that would take place. Icecrown Citadel. The siege came swiftly, and gloriously. The chance to redeem himself, in his mind, had come. Leading a unit of Warsong soldiers, Bloodfury aided in the battle for the lower spire with the rest of the Horde and Alliance. They fought through scores of scourge forces who tried to halt their advance up the citadel. Once they made their way to the upper levels, they aided Orgrims Hammer in a fierce battle with the Alliance. Despite that battle threatening to undo the work that had been made, they soon went their own ways. Bloodfury and his soldiers were deployed in the upmost levels, to stop the Scourge rallying to prevent the heroes of Azeroth from being disturbed as they moved to engage the Lich King. In the end, he was defeated, and the Azerothians were victorious. At this moment, the Old Wolf felt he had redeemed himself. For the innocents he had murdered, for the times he succumbed to dark magic. It was here that he felt renewed. When the war ended, he returned to his Clan, to aid and teach them on what it meant to be a true Warsong. The Forsaken Isles When Deathwing shattered the world with the Cataclysm, the Warsong naturally rallied for war. Bloodfury was one of the first to join the fight against the Kaldorei in Ashenvale, when Hellscream commenced the Fourth War. The Kaldorei threatened the home of the Warsong, and Bloodfury did not take kindly to this. A brutal siege would occur, lasting a number of weeks before a daring counter-offensive would see the Warsong liberate their camp from the jaws of the Kaldorei. Even at this point, he was still searching for his friend, Gruk Charrbone, who had gone missing during the time of the Northrend Campaign. Having both served together in previous battles against the demons of Ashenvale, he sought to find his old friend. But at the same time, honor and duty demanded he remain with the Horde during the war. Once again, Bloodfury felt torn between the path he should take, and how best to go about it. In time, Hellscream would redirect some of the Warsong to the Twilight Highlands, to begin the invasion there. After years of knowing the treason of the Twilights Hammer Clan, Bloodfury would soon be able to bring them to justice, and he relished it. This would be short lived, however, as the vessel would be assaulted by a contingent of Alliance Vessels. In the battle, their ship was sunk, sending Bloodfury into the depths. It was here that he questioned whether he would get the glorious death he sought. If he would ever see his friend Gruk again. As the waves receded, he found himself on a strange, new series of Isles... The Doldrums. After hearing a number of his kin are on the Isle, and of the Horde, Bloodfury would set out to unify their people, so that they would survive under the banner of the Horde.
  9. 6 points
    Hemrick O. Alistus Gentleman, Wizard, Chirurgeon, Visionary 'He who makes a monster of himself removes himself from the pain of being human.' ~Doctor Samuel Johnson The Early Years. I began my path in life with the same vigour and curiosity that I have ever since cultivated. As a young boy at Sir Wesley's Boarding School for Young Gentlemen I quickly took a keen interest to the scientific and arcane arts, much to the detriment of my future there. I was studious and disciplined yet I often found myself in trouble both with my peers and our teachers. My projects, ambitious and revolutionary (albeit I freely admit now, quite immature and naive) lacked the martial applications sought by our mentors. In fact to my chagrin and later sorrow once my Father found out, they were horrified at my attempt to gift a rodent the power of flight. My kitchen privileges were rescinded and my ad-hoc laboratory demolished. Despite this early setback I was undeterred and decided to pursue my visions in secret. I laboured at night in the library, studying charts and books the content of which would only serve to perplex you, dear reader. But it is safe to say that I gave myself a thorough education despite the best efforts of my tutors. My graduation gave me the freedom to seek out the tutors I should have been granted, I found myself in the esteemed company of the masters of the Academy of Arcane Arts and Sciences. My father grudgingly, mostly at the behest of my dear mother, provided funds for my entry into the Wizard’s Guild and a premium membership at the academy library making available to me stores of knowledge no common man have ever laid eyes on. I gorged myself on what the old tomes and scripts offered and jealously guarded them from the predations of careless apprentices and old fools with little tact or propriety. My measures were often criticised by the librarians and they threatened time and again to remove my membership, it astounds me to this day that these supposed guardians of knowledge would allow an apprentice of no bearing or heritage to simply waltz in and leave with any book they wished tucked under their uncultured arms. While the Academy provided me with my first opportunity to pursue the great project I had set before me I soon received an invitation I could not refuse. The esteemed Sorcerer's League of Dalaran offered me a position within their ranks that allowed me to study under some of the most prestigious masters of our time. My mother told me, beaming with pride, that had my father still lived he, despite his reservations regarding the arcane and what he deemed similar silly nonsense, he would have approved of my advancement within the academic world. Of course, it was a few years after my arrival in Dalaran that my work truly began. Only after the wars, the plagues and the horrors of reconciling my position as a supposed ally of brutes and savages with the incredible breakthrough achieved by my greatest enemy and rival. My memoirs will detail the trials and tribulations of those times and how I came to be the giant of progress that I am today. And how I escaped these light-forsaken islands and returned to civilisation. Personality. Aristocratically Arrogant. Presumptuously Punctilious. Contemptuously Pretentious. Unscrupulously Inquisitive. Physical characteristics Nose. Hemrick’s facial features is dominated by the Aquiline peak at the centre, a beautiful, sculpted nose hinting at the intelligence, firm moral fibre and enlightenment of the wearer. He molded it himself, melting what remained of his cash to create the silver prosthetic that plugged the hole gnawed open by some rodent or ghoul during his short stint as a dead man. Hemrick has a habit of wiping his nose off with his handkerchief, making sure to polish it regularly. Left Foot. Born with a debilitating handicap, Hemrick struggled with a club foot for years. In recent times however he has taken it upon himself to improve on his situation. Currently he wears a gentleman scholar he met and shot dead in Silverpine, the purple-robed man provided all the materials needed for a very handsome new foot. Looking oddly fresh, compared to the flabby, grey flesh covering the rest of Hemrick the piece does not seem to be preserved by the necrotic energies within him meaning it is only a matter of time until it needs to be replaced. Belongings. Chirurgeon’s Kit A thick leather case which when unfolded reveals a set of scalpels, a small saw, an assortment of glass vials meticulously labelled, needles and thread, what looks like a hand-operated drill and a sinister, falciform knife with black handle and silvery blade. Haversack. A shoulder slung satchel which holds most of Hemrick’s belongings, within four books take up most space; ‘The Mysteries of the Worm’, ‘The Laws of Decay’, ‘Anatomical Illustrations’ and an untitled tome tightly bound with a leather strap. Besides the books there a writing implements, dice and cards, two boxes of ammunition shells, a compass, a scroll case, a sextant and astrolabe, a small spyglass, a thurible packed tightly with a pouch of herbs, a small case of cigars finely emblazoned with what looks like the silhouette of a Tauren and amazingly it seems like there's room enough for more. Magelock Pistol. An atypical pistol with mesmerising runes engraved both on the wooden handle and on the silvery barrel. Rather than a revolving magazine or being breech loaded the pistol sports a short spring-loaded belt which feeds ammunition into the barrel on the side of the gun. It is designed to fire specialised rounds and propels them through a small crystal which is activated when the trigger is pulled. Hemrick generally carries the pistol hidden within his coat but he is quick to draw it if danger present itself. Two cases of nine rounds each, each bullet being hollow and filled with murky, liquefied shadow which is released on impact and immediately infuse the target. Excellent way to quickly dispose of a threat. The rounds are quite hard to produce but can customised to contain a variety of chemicals or arcana-charged liquids or crystals.
  10. 5 points
    While not having a map in the Doldrums is intentional, I figured I turn over a few of my own, drawn version for players to use if they wish.
  11. 5 points
    greetings fellow legacy 4.0 degenerates on a serious note nice to see some familiar faces around, i'll be lurking about
  12. 5 points
    Ensign James Dascombe during training on Boralus circa 4 months prior to the second war James Dascombe Race: Human (Undead) Age: 32 (at time of death) current age uncertain. Class: Sailor (Rogue) Allegiance: Kul'Tiras Languages: Common, Orcish (Minimal) The Boy Sailor Growing up as a boy in Boralus was tough, doubly so for living out in the slums beyond the market place. Although not officially referred to as slums (for fear of upsetting the guard) it none the less was on the basis of cess floating through the streets on the gutters practically overflowing, flies became commonplace and deaths were meager and commonplace in a time of relative peace which saw Kul'Tiras as a mighty trading port across all of the human kingdoms. Anyone who wished to make coin -ALWAYS- found themselves here selling goods and exotic spices from afar. Admittedly at the age of ten, the young boy James Dascombe had no intention of growing up to be a sailor in the vast navy of Kul'Tiras, what was there to go to war with? The occassional floatilla of pirates or bandits who had managed to scavange a tiny trading cog outfitted with cannons presented nothing more than a gnat to be swatted by the might of the Kul'Tiran navy. At this point in time he could have ended up like many of the street urchins cutting purses on the docks of Boralus but fate would have something else in store for him. At the age of 11, everything changed when rumors spread like wildfire of a threat that had entered the land near the kingdom of Stormwind. Several years would pass with back-and-forth battles across the continent of Azeroth as well as the kingdom of Stormwind being burned to the ground in one such conflict, the city of Boralus became awash with refugees that disembarked at Kul'Tiras rather than make the full journey to Lordaeron. It was at this time that the lad James had grown into a slim yet fit figure of a man and had successfully passed his exams to enter the navy of Kul'Tiras as an ensign taking up the usage of a rifle and his trusty cutlass to the vast Orcish Hordes. The Second War The second war proved to be a strong life-lesson to the young sailor who began to experience the harsh life of a man in the Kul'Tiran navy. Backbreaking laborious work on the deck for sometimes months on end whilst his vessel, the HMS Boralus, simply stayed afloat in friendly waters waiting for orders to assist overrun fleets, during this time he heard rumors of the Horde winning the fight on the waves with the assistance of large dragons they had come to enslave. His first major conflict off the coast of Khaz'Modan consisted of chasing a single dragon believed to have been in a firefight with the Third Fleet. It wasn't until the beast was chased away by cannonfire and archers on deck that he saw them: The Wave Mistress and the Intrepid, both burning in that hellish flame of dragonfire that burned even upon the surface of the water, offering no respite to the many men who had sought to dive into the water to try and survive. Even the elven destroyer the 'Flying Ospray' was run aground, the Elven sailors with thousands of years experience were no match for the fire-breathing monsters of the sky. Months would pass with sporadic skirmishes upon the ocean chasing down Orcish juggernaughts and Troll Waveriders that the HMS Boralus came across, the crew became weary and tired... although no word of mutiny escaped their lips, the crew began to question their seemingly everlasting presence upon the sea having not left shore for what felt like eternity. Rumors from passing merchant ships spoke of Daelin Proudmoore himself annihilating a Horde armada outside Zul'Dare following the Battle of Hillsbrad only to find himself cornered by the winged beasts of the Red Dragonflight once more which blew apart several of the Alliance vessels, forced to retreat the admiral then plotted retribution. The HMS Boralus at this point found itself with a depleated crew having died of scurvy, wounds in battle or simply the pressures of the voyage drove many to irredeemable madness, the victim of one such bout of insanity was the ship's navigator whom, the captain saw fit to replace with the now-seasoned James Dascombe. Upon rendezvousing with the admiral's fleet, the newly appointed navigator begged and pleaded with the captain for them to accompany the admiral's fleet to wreak havoc upon the Horde's remaining vessels and to wipe out their drakes in retaliation for what he witnessed happen to the Third Fleet. Crestfall The battle of Crestfall would become ingrained within the psyche of the entire Kul'Tiran nation as the moment where it's fleet truely shined. With the help of the gryphons of the Wildhammer clan of Dwarves, the two sides of the Alliance and Horde clashed in rough sea waters where dragonrider met gryphonrider and juggernaught met frigates and battleships. Rumor has it on that day that the sea was as red as the Horde's flag, indeed a great many banners floated on the foam of the tides as did large chunks of flotsam and debris in addition to corpses galore. Sticking alongside Admiral Proudmoore's flagship, the HMS Boralus had its entire crew recieve awards for recognition as one of the few Kul'Tiran frigates in history to successfully, by sheer chance and will alone, to take out an Orcish dragonrider. Thanks to the first mate and navigator Dascombe's efforts, the Boralus made use of the large tides to get the correct elevation on a dragonrider strafing the waves for a ship to incinerate whereupon the creature was blasted out of the air and sunk beneath the waves. Although the Alliance came out victorious, it was considered a phyrric victory by the Admiral who lost his son to dragonfire, the final remnants of the third flee sank to the bottom of the Great Sea to meet the same fate as it's companions off the coast of Khaz'Modan. A tenuous peace? Now a decorated veteran of the famous Battle of Crestfall, James Dascombe returned to Kul'Tiras to train to properly become a naval navigator. It was during this time that he saw the aftermath of the war: scarred and maimed veterans across the streets of Boralus, horrific burns from dragonfire, limbs cut off from infectious confines of ships, malnutrition from some of the swabbies. A sense of national pride swept over him after Crestfall, though in that tide lingered the poisonous malice of his hatred towards his enemy. He had friends upon the Third Fleet and though he could not identify their corpses in the waters off Khaz'Modan due to the mutilation he knew at least some of them would have been there, he could only imagine the pain they went through in their final moments. Although peace of sorts came to Kul'Tiras and the other kingdoms whilst the Orcs rotted in their camps, he would awake each night in cold sweats with fevered panic. Some times it would be gasping for air from the cold depths of the ocean desperate for the warmth of a fire. Sometimes it would be a horrific burning sensation of what he imagined to be dragonfire, yearning for the release offered by the cold waters that hoped would put out the flames. Now at thirty one years of age, he would start to create maps and navigational routes of the most popular trade routes throughout the land to assist in peacetime efforts. Though eventually, as all things do, peace came to an abrupt end. The Third War The peace lasted long enough though the rumors of Orcish rebellions rose higher and higher until entire warbands were launching full scale attacks on the other internment camps throughout the Eastern Kingdoms. Fortunately though they would not come to seek vengence upon those who had imprisoned them, instead they would over the coming years steal enough vessels to make their way west seemingly off into distant foreign lands yet unheard of. Time would seemingly pass quickly as human and Elven kingdoms in their entirety fell. Lordaeron blighted with plague, Dalaran wiped out overnight, Silvermoon annihilated, all the while Gilneas stayed behind its wall and Kul'Tiras had the fortune of having the sea as its shield. Though with the fall of Dalaran came the exodus of a great many human settlers to the west by the hand of Lady Jaina Proudmoore. During this time the now-seasoned navigator James Dascombe embarked upon his old vessel the HMS Boralus to set forth on an expedition launched by Admiral Proudmoore himself to go rescue his daughter from the lands of the savages. Months would pass until they made landfall in this new land, word had reached them of this sickening 'alliance' between both Lady Proudmoore and this gladiator-turned-warchief known as 'Thrall', the only action that was to be taken was to rescue the admiral's daughter from the savages who had manipulated the daughter of the admiral. Blood, gore, and sand. That is what he remembered. Sometimes days would be spent on raiding parties attacking Orcish outposts in the deserts with sweat dripping off his brow and onto the barrel of his rifle. As a man accustomed to naval warfare he was out of his element here, fighting on -their- turf. He saw many of his kin slaughtered, their green tabards and red blood spilling out onto the dusty yellow roads of this strange and foreign land. Eventually the enemy would gain the upper hand, no thanks to the admiral's daughter providing them with assistance, the armies of the Admiral would find themselves pulling further and further back to Theramore which they had claimed from Jaina's forces only to find themselves backed into a corner. The Son of the Sea The last thing the navigator saw with his mortal eyes was the sight of cannonfire blasting apart the blockade around Theramore, the ships were blown apart by juggernaughts constructed by a goblin shipwright across the bay. He murmered to himself, knowing full well that the Horde would have not found that shipwright without the aid of Lady Proudmoore herself, but why betray her own people who had come to save her? He glared, his brow furrowed and he screamed in absolute rage as the HMS Boralus was consumed by cannonfire and blasted to the bottom of Dustwallow bay. There the navigator's tale should have ended, consumed by rage and hatred as he fell... but he didn't... not quite... The cannonfire had managed to blow him clear of the ship, the force alone sent him overboard with several large chunks of the hull penetrating his arms and legs, the salty sea water stung the wounds with sharp intensity as he fell weighed down by a large chunk of the mast and tangled amongst the webbing of the deck. Time passed, he was uncertain how long, but eventually his eyes opened with a dull yellowy glow. Reaching down to his boots he unsheathed his boot knife and cut himself free of his rope-bound prison and swam up to the surface. He gathered himself up by the outskirts of Theramore and found a small cemetery, the freshly dug graves he knew clearly contained those of his comrades who died on that day whilst those in the distance, even under cover of night, could be seen atop the battlements in their white tabards bearing the gold anchor. "White for cowardice" he croaked. His throat had grown swollen and contorted as he removed a large splinter of oak. Very little in the way of blood game out but what did was already blackened and oxygen-starved. He glanced upon one grave which held a number of items on it in rememberance, one of which was a single silver goblet which he used in conjunction with the glow of a cemetary lantern to glance upon his own visage. He recoiled, but not in disgust... that emotion seemed to had vanished. He simply stared in some sense of morbid curiosity... his full ginger beard had grown black and matted, he cut off most of it with his boot knife there and then as he continued to observe his skin now bloated and a faint blue colour. He had come to one conclusion and one conclusion only... he had become cursed, cursed to roam the realm as a phantom, a spectre to avenge the deaths of his admiral and his fallen comrades. Over the next year he would assemble a band, for he was not the only one 'gifted' with this curse to avenge Daelin Proudmoore, many other brave Kul'Tirans died that day in Theramore and didn't quite pass on to the other side. Gathering whoever he could of this crew of the damned they eventually overtook a Theramorian frigate stationed just off the shores of Tanaris... and that is where the rumors started. A hellish vessel bearing the colours of Kul'Tiras upon its sails, opening fire upon both Horde and Theramore vessels alike with little to no regard if they were armed or simply traders and merchants, the sea ran red on a particuarly vicious few months as despite their efforts both the Horde and Theramore never managed to catch the phantom vessel and it's undead crew. Strange New Lands Washing up on the shores of Opej he drew his twin blades hanging off his belt and made his way into the jungle. Blending in with his green Kul'Tiran navigator's attire he observed and watched from the distance. This new land was strange and as foreign to him as Kalimdor first was, all he had upon his person was a bag carrying a pair of bandages and two blood stained tabards: one of an Orcish grunt and another of a Theramore soldier. He looked into the distace of the shores of Opej and came across a large encampment built upon a sand dune... and there he spotted it. The golden anchor upon green. But knowing his gruesome visage he sat... waiting... Biding his time. Traits Navigator - Able to read the sea like an open book, capable of sailing a vessel with expertise when given the full compliment of crew Undead - Not amongst the land of the living, yet in a fairly -good- state of preservation compared to others. Vengeful - Has a seething hatred towards both the Horde and humans of Theramore True Proudmoore - Regardless of any other differences, gets on -VERY- well with those known to be Daelin Proudmoore loyalists Sneaky - Raiding ships under cover of night following the third war and no longer requiring to breathe has given him experience in stealth attacks, especially on vessels Appearance Although technically undead, James Dascombe is in a surprisingly good state of preservation. His injuries consist of a major gash at his throat which has seen some crude attempt at being sewn up, this is the reason for his croaked and sometimes slurred speech. Other injuries consist of multiple smaller gashes along the arms and legs from what look like large splinters of wood, all of which have been removed and have varying states of medical attention having been applied to them (some of a poor quality, some of a better almost masterwork quality) All over his body (or rather that which is not covered by clothing) shows minor signs of bloating and frequent exposure to anerobic conditions which causes the flesh to bloat and swell slightly, his hair has long since lost it's once-ginger hue and turned a muddy brown colour bordering on slightly black... there are telltale signs that he once had a beard from the odd hair upon his chin. His build is short and quite squat for a human, years of leaning over a table drawing on navigational charts has given him a rather hunched posture. In terms of clothing he wears what would once have been the very clear uniform of a navigator in the Kul'Tiran navy however this has long since deteriorated away into nothing more than rags.
  13. 5 points
    A notice would go up unusually quick around various noticeboards in the Doldrums, specifically those within Silver-Eye and around the settlement of Egtown with one or two leaflets strangely enough being nailed to the Horde and Alliance ruins on the Last Battlegrounds... The notices reads:
  14. 5 points
    "Brothers and Sisters! The time has come! Soon, The Black Scrouge will arise from the depths of Azeroth and usher in the begining of our grand paradise! His coming will herald the dominion of our benevolent masters. His flame will wash the world clean of the maggots which sin and destroy that which belongs to our masters by right! I have heard their voices, my body is their conduit, and to you, I utter their word. Sons and Daughters of the Old Ones, Devout Men and Women of the Hand, Together we shall embark upon a long journey, and convert many more to our cause!" These were the words uttered by the Conduit, the men and women within the room cheered as they set off for their task. With their captured ship, they sailed the seas of Azeroth in their pursuit to gather a strong host and destroy the creations of those that would have the audacity to defy their masters. Yet, such would not come to fruition so soon. As they sailed, passing by the maelstrom, they were struck by a vicious storm. With only a few spare moments to act, the cultists could not avoid their fate. However, not all was lost. Almost as if it was the invisible hand of the one beneath the seas, miraculously, most of them washed up on a strange, mysterious island. After a moment of silence, the conduit spoke to them once more. "It is clear now. This is where we are to begin our advance Disperse, find whoever lives here. This island shall be ours." "We will spread amongst the maggots. We will elevate and enlighten those worthy. We will sacrifice those who are doomed to sin. We will rebuild these islands in the image of our benevolent gods. We will ascend beyond mortalhood, and shed these shells of flesh and bone." 1. Spread influence over the entire isles 2. Establish contact with other cultists and 'recruit' new members 3. Incite war between the many factions of the Doldrums 4. Establish a more prominent base for the followers of the Old Ones 5. Take over the Doldrums 6. Break out "It is through the Conduit that the word of the Old Ones shall be spread. It is the Inquisitors who shall ensure his word is heard amongst the flock. Should they not be respected, it is the might of the Willbringers that will ensure there is only one truth... ...And that the Flock follows, of course." The Conduit - A leadership position, the Conduit is said to receive clear whispers of the old ones that show them what the Hand of Unravelling is meant to do. The Inquisitor - Second to only the Conduit, the Inquisitors are there to ensure that people know the orders of the Conduit and understand them perfectly. The Willbringer - The Willbringers act as the punishment of the Old Ones for cultists who are not devout enough and do not follow their orders. They are usually those that kill the unworthy. The Flock - Anyone asides the three specific ranks that have been listed above is a part of the flock. A general body of agents, simple cultists or doomsayers. Regardless of their role, everyone is sworn to secrecy. It is said that whoever speaks of the Hand of Unravelling before anyone else except for fellow cultists shall be punished into an eternity of torture by the Old Ones. "Step forward, initiate. Drink from the vial, and hear them call out to you. You are the child of the benevolent Gods, Give in to your fate." The recruitment is, of course, drastically different than it is in any other group. There are a few ways to join the group. The first members are, of course, those that came with the Hand initially. To join the group, PM me this: Character Name: Character Race: Character Class: Desired Rank: Roleplay Experience: Time spent in the Doldrums: Current Guild (IF ANY): How and Why they joined the Twilight's Hammer: However, as it stands, one of the goals of the group is to convert new members. This can be done in many ways. Subtle brainwashing, capture, etc. So yeaaah.
  15. 5 points
    A number of rather crudely made yet practical booklets appear throughout the various isles of the Doldrums archipelgo namely in settlements which are not considered hostile to the refugees who find themselves stranded. The booklets are left beside the noticeboards in such settlements and appear to have no cost, a simple sign in both common and (albeit very crude) orcish simply states: "Take freely and enlighten the world" If you are of the frame of mind that thinks of using the booklets for crafting materials, it would appear that they have been made from reused parchment of an extremely crude quality with the majority of any previous ink washed out from them. Telltale signs of their previous usage seem to have not fully bled out as small signs for 'goblin laser size enhancers' and 'The Doldrums circus' appear on the patchy corners The booklet seems to have the words inscribed upon it The Explorer's Digest Issue 1: The Temple of Tordala Opening the booklet you find the following inside Salutations budding explorer, and congratulations on picking up the first copy of the Explorer's Digest! Gnomish pictograph of the author in the Temple of Tordala My name is Grettick Gritbeard, MotEL, PoA, SA. Like many of you I am a refugee on the forsaken Doldrums archipelgo however this has not and will not stop me from exploring foreign lands to understand our past. In this first issue we'll be looking at the Temple of Tordala which is located on the unusual Isle of Menhirs, an island of mystery and magic. The temple is made of a few key parts labelled as follows: The Moonwell sanctuary The author collecting rubbings off the runes along the edge of the moonwell The moonwell sanctuary is a small part of the temple complex consisting of a pillar supported building, a pillar supported gateway, a shrine, a statue of unknown shape and form and, as the name suggests, a moonwell. This smaller 'sub-complex' is at the bottom of the cliff from the main temple and so for the purposes of this study it is given special attention. Initial interpretation of this moonwell is interesting, it is of a far less complex structure and design compared with those found in the Night Elf lands of Ashenvale, Darkshore and the like. The inscriptions and runic symbols on it suggest that it is part of the upper complex due to the contemporary nature of the designs. It is entirely possible that this is an earlier 'Proto-Moonwell' that precedes those that we see today. This indicates that the nearby buildings likely served as quarters for the Elven carers of the moonwell who looked after it and kept it in a suitable state of repair. Excavations around here may reveal items such as stonemasonry tools of an expert design for the carving of runes to contain the power of the wells. Images of the gateway, pillar supported building and the unidentified statue behind the gateway The curious part to the sanctuary is the nearby shrine which, although damaged and in a ruinous state, may not be part of the Moonwell sanctuary and could be later or even earlier. What is curious is when this author visited it there was a local flower left on the centremost shrine indicating it is still in use. In conclusion, we can summarise that the area known as the 'Moonwell' sanctuary is of extreme interest mainly due to the presence of a proto-moonwell, following the acquisition of willing volunteers and a knowledgeable excavation team, the archaeological investigation of this site could provide valueable information into the construction methods of moonwells over time in addition to information regarding their full function and operation. Image of the shrine with the recently laid flower in shot The Temple of Tordala Plaza The next area following a now-blocked pathwa.y* leads to the main area of the site denoted 'The Temple of Tordala', this is to be considered seperate to the temple as it contains multiple 'residential' areas in addition to a complex in the centre possibly acting as a gathering point for worshippers The Temple of Tordala Plaza consists of a large central 'plaza', a partial segment of a wall and two buildings considered 'residential' from external appearances. A rare segment of Elven masonry utilized for fortification processes The plaza area, showing the sheer size this would have been a prominent gathering area with possible ritual activity associated with it. Of particular note is the wall segment which suggests that some or all of the settlement was fortified to some degree making it a place of some note even without it's positioning on a prominent part of the landscape. There are few other examples of an Elven temple complex with fortifications surrounding it either partially or fully. Chances are that the remainder of the wall is either non-existant or has been annihilated during the sundering. Excavations around the settlement with trenches positioned in key spots will likely reveal the foundations of any other possible walls in the area. The two residential buildings appear to be the only ones in the settlement unless excavations reveal the foundations of others, one is larger than the other and appears not as ornate as the other smaller structure. Building designated 'small' residential building indicating possible high status usage. Has now been refurbished on the interior due to modern interference. The temple proper can be seen in the background beyond the plaza. Sadly it would appear that a faction of followers of the Horde referred to as the 'Talon' have taken up occupation of the ruins making internal investigation of these residential structures difficult pending negotiations. Given the author is a Dwarf this is likely to be a unfruitful. Building designated residential building 'large', likely once housed a small Elven household. Has been refurbished by nearby Horde forces. The larger central plaza likely held ceremonial meetings before proceeding to the inside of the temple or vice-versa, rubbings reveal it is more than likely to be of some ritualistic function however this cannot be fully ascertained until the site is fully investigated as this may reveal additional information such as alignments with Azeroth's moons. One interesting part of the plaza is the presence of a now destroyed statue... what remains of it suggests an Elven woman who once possessed a bow, possibly a military leader in these parts? The destroyed statue in question, the arm holding the bow can be found at the base of the structure The Temple of Tordala Very little sadly remains of the main Temple of Tordala, not even a statue as to suggest in who's name worship was enacted here. The building however is quite substantial or would have been in it's prime. Comparisons can be seen in Azshara with a multi-tiered structure with a single spiraling access-way to the top. Further exploration of the ruins is hampered by the large presence of Elven ghosts in the area some of which are passive but some are incredibly hostile going so far as to phase through walls and attack their target in a screaming sorrowful rage. It is because of this the author was unable to take any images of the ruins. Conclusion The Temple of Tordala represents an important site in the Doldrums in most part to the fact it is a multi-facted complex with aspects of military, residential and religious life all rolled into one single site. What remains is likely a fraction of the original temple-city considering it has endured not only the events of the Sundering but also the spirits of Legion demons nearby suggest that the place was sacked during one of the demonic invasions of Azeroth. Both of these disasters suggest that we will find far more buried beneath the ground which will reveal the foundations for further buildings and dare I say: the remains of a full city. The residing issue with the site is that members of the Horde faction known as the 'Talon' have set up base at this very important site and could (admittedly without realizing it) be damaging the site irreparably by living in it. I have attempted to make contact with the organization however their base is now unreachable due to a fortified gate halfway up the cliff pass with no-one manning it that often. Additional work Further archaeological work is required to gain an accurate record of these Elven ruins before they either fall from cliff erosion, conflict or magical anomalies. Of particular note is the temple itself which had a number of ghosts in and around the ruins making surveying extremely difficult. The author has established a basic contact with a research group on the coast consisting of Elven researchers from the fabeled city of Eldre'Thalas however any archaeological work -MUST- include these individuals as they likely possess a wealth of knowledge on the site that puts even my archaeological qualifications to shame! Those interesting in assisting them should seek out Comus Kir'Madune, leader of the expedition. To the eastern end of the isle appear some Elven statues however the presence of extremely hostile Elven spirits as well as what appear to be fel energies make this place extremely hazardous without an armed escort. Next time Catch the next copy of 'The Explorer's Digest' where i'll be taking a ferry to the isle known as Opej'Nor in search of ruins and archaeology and possibly undertaking a survey of the sand banks known as the 'Last Battlegrounds'! Contributors Enjoyed the read? Want to get involved? The Explorer's Digest is widely available on most islands of the Doldrums Archipelgo and is written in both Common and Orcish. If you are interested in putting an advert into the booklet then please contact the author by letter to the following address: Grettik Gritbeard The Silverscale Inn Bunk 5 Silver-Eye Island Payments for advertising contribute not only to additional research and archaeological excavations but also help fund the booklet by funding artists to make it far more aesthetically pleasing to others. Those interested in voluntary work for research projects please also contact the author at the above address citing any experience in fieldwork or with archaeological organisations such as the Explorer's League or the Reliquary. As a journal dedicated towards the thrill of adventure and exploration we are always on the lookout for contributions! If you've been on an exciting adventure as of late and wish to share it with the rest of the archipelgo's denizens then please drop us a letter and we may include your piece in our next issue! Are you a charitable soul with either silver or building resources available? The author of this booklet intends to open up a museum on Silver-Eye showcasing the weird and wonderful from around the archipelgo. If you have anything to donate (museum pieces are also appreciated!) then do please get in contact. And last but not least, the author's dissertation piece with the league specializes in finds identification of objects of titan creation and magical arcane items! If you have something interesting but you don't know what it is, give us a visit and we can identify items for a modest fee. ((For IC contact / letters left, please send a PM in a letter format via the forums or discord ('dascombe') and Grettik will get back to you))
  16. 5 points
    Greetings! I am the Alchemage! Purveyor of all sorts of mystical and fantastical roleplay -- Mostly I like to play magic users is what I'm saying. I've got experience with World of Warcraft and its roleplay community (including private servers like this one) reaching back for nearly a decade now, and what's here has truly piqued my interest A friend of mine linked me to this community here and well, it looks like an interesting idea that's at least worth trying out. However, I do maintain a certain level of skepticism on private roleplay servers, seeing how a lot of them have come and gone in relatively short periods of time over the years. Generally a project as ambitious as this one wouldn't be one on my radar, but I'm willing to give it a shot and hopefully to be proven wrong. Especially after seeing all the detail and work put into the RPG system that would likely be too much of a pain to work with otherwise. I just hope that the levels of character progression don't get too out of hand as this project grows older, as that seems to be a common problem among these roleplay servers. Either way, I'm happy to be here and am excited for the coming launch. Hope to see you on the islands! Also, I don't see alchemy in any of the RPG stuff. Where's my alchemy? It's important okay! Oh yeah, and tell me Warcraft puns. Post them in this thread. Make people groan.
  17. 5 points
    TWINWHISTLE AGE 162 RACE Gnome OCCUPATION Examiner of Arcanic Artifacts, Fourth Level Wizard RESIDENCY Transient; (Formerly) The Mystic Ward, Ironforge DISPOSITION Neutral Good FACTION Gnomeregon, Grand Alliance, Hall of Mysteries (Ironforge) APPEARANCE Strength. Courage. Menace. These are all words never once uttered in proximity to Twinwhistle's name. His is a meek and unimposing existence, though not without it's fair share of personal intrigue. What the gnome lacks in any exceptional physical attributes at all he makes up for with a vast intellect and quick wit fueled by the curiosity so well-owned by gnomefolk. This brilliance is reflected in Twinwhistle's sharp eyes, centered by a pair of brilliant blue irises. Perhaps the only sharp thing about him. An honest face framed a prominent nose bearing an upward curve, gray-blonde whiskers and a mop of hair atop his head to match. His robes were plentiful and weathered, a pleasant maroon sea offset by islands of brown accouterments. Dusted boots and a pouch-and-trinket laden belt served to keep him firmly weighted to the ground, his leather gloves stained with reagents for the alchemical and the arcane. A much-used messenger bag dangles at his side. At times, a pipe wrought of starwood tickles his pursed lips. HISTORY "Oh, for the love of--... !" Twinwhistle hissed unpleasant things between bared teeth. His eyes were assaulted by an array of blue and pink hues, unhindered magic sparking freely off the surface of a fist-sized orb made of intricately carved bronze. At it's forefront sat a deep red ruby, polished smooth and inset among the grooves and canals that textured the trinket's surface. Such odd arcana was less odd to Twinwhistle than others (it was, in fact, his very job to deal with them), but this one had proved incredibly troublesome. A restless night of dousing the orb in every divination and enchantment in his repertoire with no discernible results had culminated in him wearily tossing the thing against his work table in defeat. This elicited the aforementioned response, much to the gnome's surprise and confusion. The orb certainly was magic, but despite his best efforts he couldn't figure out the whats or the whys. He hadn't the faintest clue why, but that blood-tinged gemstone felt as though it glared at him from the mistreatment. Unease welled in the back of his brain. Unfortunate for Unease, because Frustration and Confusion had rented the whole sleep-deprived blob for themselves tonight, and swiftly gave Unease the boot. The gnome pondered his fruitless predicament for a moment. After taking the latest events shorthand into consideration, Frustration and Confusion answered the doorbell. Anger had showed up looking for a good time. He swiftly grabbed the orb up and began to give it a good, vigorous thrashing. Shaking it harshly in both hands, it protested in the form of exponential magical release. His study, once bathed a comfortable orange candlelit glow, now basked in a strobe of flashing blue. "Just what the devil are you, then?!" he squeaked, slamming the thing back down to the table and glaring at it as if it had just spat on his boots and called his mother a trogg. There was a faint shimmer of the orb's ruby centerpiece. Twinwhistle's panting drew short when the trinket gave retort; REPLY HAZY, TRY AGAIN. Twinwhistle perked up, his brows tossed skyward. "What?" he blurted. The orb was silent. A pause. He gave the thing another shake. "What?" SIGNS POINT TO YES. The gnome was at a complete loss. Yes? Yes to what? Literally, 'Yes' to 'What'? He sat the orb down and rubbed his temples. He had a feeling he wouldn't be getting any sleep anytime soon. More to come Soon™.
  18. 4 points
    hey, so i wanted to address the issue that coins are seemingly inflated and rather useless at the current moment, therefore i've come up with a suggestion that may or may not help just that. this regards the npcs that sells the gathered resources outside of the inn in silver-eye, such as rugged timber and simple metal -decrease the price of imaterials from 25 to 15 each -cap the amount being able to be purchased to 5 every 48h -make a single rare material from every profession available for purchase once every 72h for the price of 35-45 silver now i may look myself as a god but i am nowhere near that, therefore i wished to know you people's 2 cents on this matter
  19. 4 points
    Update your forums and make is usable. Prologue/Legacy Forums which was like 2 years ago was more conducive for people to use and organize their posts and edit them. Your whole forum's a mess and over bloated. Finding lore and rules and everything would make a new player lost. I wouldn't blame them for not knowing anything about the server and leaving just by the fact you sideline your damn forums where all your information but almost everything is done through discord. How about this either overhaul and make the forums useful or make it into a blog with links to create a account, patches, and RPG info and put a link on Discord THEN redo your Discord to be a quasi forum with locked text channel where your rules are and etc.
  20. 4 points
    OOC: Because there are no comments, I'll continue by filling this space with random 'journal' stuff. Because I rather keep it all together than spread across the forums. Trusting a condescending Warsong had seemed like an unlikely compromise, but grudges were a luxury ill-afforded on these forsaken isles. I knew not if the ideals of this Horde would suit those that I upheld, yet for survival’s sake even certain ideals had to be tucked away into the shadows. I could still not feign a promising attitude, for I saw naught but despair and destruction when trying to reminisce the moments of my retreat. Would I still have a clan to return to? Or would the internal disturbance be the end of our Warchief? I poked the charred logs further in the campfire, and added a few fresh ones into the fray. It was silent now, as silent as I imagined it could be in such an exotic forest at night-time. I steadily stood up to skulk out of the encampment to the nearby shore, with that same silence and darkness as my protective cloak. The sight of an endless sea was a hopeless reminder of complete isolation from what was familiar. To no avail, I tried to communicate with the water elements with calm regret fresh in my mind. Never had I felt so distanced and disconnected from the elements, and it hurled turmoil all across the crevices of my damaged mind. Paranoia had made a nest in my heart and as soon as a simple crack of a breaking branch reached my ears, I was already headed back to the camp. At least there I would be safe, for now.
  21. 4 points
    Hey I guess I'm new here. This whole project looks really promising, especially if the beta is anything to go by. I've been on all sorts of dumb WoW RP servers like Paragon, Prologue and others, and I really hope we've got a long run ahead of us. A question for anyone who decides to read this; What is your favourite race and why?
  22. 4 points
    *Records of Scholomance Academy* Student Name: Susie Sinister. Student's Other Experience: Trained to be a psychiatrist among the Gnomeregan Exiles. Excellent cover, should the need arise. Reasons For Joining The Cult of the Damned: Lost all family in the fall of Gnomeregan. Disillusioned with life and its unending pain. Came to accept that life, with its endless consumption and demand for materials, was unsustainable, and that also undeath was a path to the closest possible equivalent to immortality - wishes to find and resurrect her family some day. Passionate but flighty, would trust with writing pamphlets over deployment in the field. Necromantic Studies: Passable. Basic grasps of necromancy, but nothing extraordinary. Diligent but not swift. Further Notes: Certain of the imminent victory of the Scourge, though more pragmatic in service than is ideal. *more recently written* As with the other students noted in this pile, possibly disloyal since the unmentionable events in Northrend. Press them all at AT ONCE into service elsewhere, let them die in the cause before their wavering continues.
  23. 4 points
    "Few live a life long enough to tell of the past. Fewer, still, remember it in truth. Truly, to be blessed, is to have an honest memory." Uron the Exile, son of Hakon, is a testament to the fortitude of the dwarves. In his youth, he was an avid scholar, renowned amongst his kin for a keen mind. Like a tomb sealed away beneath the earth, it was inescapable, brimming with knowledge of yesteryear. For this reason, he was chosen to study under a human wizard; a harsh man, his tutor often chastised him at the end of a belt or switch. To this end, discipline was foremost in his learning. Each morning, in chilling mountain air, he hiked a three-mile route to the tower of his mentor. His diet was strict, comprised of bread and light meats like chicken. He drank only wine and finely-brewed ales purchased by his master. To this end, he grew fit and slim. His temperance followed him after five years of study. Proclaimed to be a proper mage, Uron emigrated to the great city of Ironforge. He found employment under a dwarven senator; a noble with a vast estate, Uron served as his personal librarian. He also tutored the senator's children and grew closely attached to the family. For six decades he served this role, until the senator passed. His services were inherited by a headstrong young dwarf, brimming with hatred for the Horde and a lust for battle. Appalled by this, Uron and his new employer frequently clashed. Tensions boiled, and a rivalry was born. Uron found less and less welcome within the household. As war broke out in Northrend, and the Senator struck out across the sea, Uron was sent to Gol'bolar Quarry to document the happenings within. Uron did not trust this new position, and rightly so; he was far more vulnerable to political intrigue out of earshot. Shortly after the return of his lord, he was received by two dwarven housecarls. He was found guilty of treason, and banished from the realm of the dwarves. In shame and shackles, he was dragged to the Deeprun Tram, placed aboard, and sent to Stormwind. His life was to begin anew. Mage Uron is an experienced wizard, well trained in the arts of frost and adept in other fields. Adventurer Having traveled extensively following his banishment, this dwarf has become something of an explorer. Scholar At heart, Uron's ultimate goal is to learn. With a long history as a librarian and an avid reader, he has a vast wealth of historic knowledge. Servant of Nobility Though not born into a wealthy family, his time serving a Dwarven senator would garner respect from his folk.
  24. 4 points
    Spring 2018 As we move closer and closer to the Beta and Launch of the Unknown Shores Project, we've been ironing out and completing the mechanics and systems that will form the backbone of the immersive feature suite that is our RPG System. Players will be able to throw themselves into the setting and feel like they have an impact on our world! I hope you'll take some time to watch the videos and link it to your friends! We're getting an idea of the interest level and we hope to be able to deliver on the expectations you have for us! The Videos are linked below, for a Playlist, use this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eF3NxLMnGc&list=PL2z6h3QrgfNVamkJB3v-Af9d1qCWS0cga INTRODUCTION RPG HANDBOOK RPG PROFESSIONS RPG CHARACTER CREATION RPG COMBAT
  25. 4 points
    SILVER-EYE ISLAND The Silver-Eye Island was an altogether uninteresting place, barren, rocky, and in a part of the sea that was not terribly easy to get to. Its use for material gain or as an island retreat were limited, but after it’s discovery some thirty years before the First War, it was eventually built up to be a Goblin outpost for ships passing from Kezan. It’s relative isolation from the rest of Azeroth saw it grow for those looking to deal in illicit goods or hideaway from the long arm of the law. Built up until late into the Second War, Silver-Eye Island eventually saw diminished use as the popularity of Zeppelins boomed. The decline of the ship traffic to the island gave a chance for the rise of gangs and turf wars on the small territory, this small scale war eventually saw two populist factions, the more formal Silverscale Company and the thuggish Gorgeous Boys. Silverscale Company was the last remnant of a local Venture Company branch, that took control of the front end business, happily controlling the docks that had not been destroyed in the conflict and much of the goods being sent to and from the island. Silverscale Company employs bruisers, a fleet of small ships, and a variety of merchants to staff the more ‘civilized’ parts of town while also granting a small cut to the Gorgeous Boys to keep a standing truce. The Gorgeous Boys who were little more than a collection of pirates and thieves, retreated more inland, to the back alleys and rises in the rocky crags. With less investment in morality, they regularly play a hand in stocking the arena bit, run slavery and gambling rings in the backstreets, and shakedown newcomers to the Silver-Eye Island. They keep the crime off the main streets and deal with any would-be criminal gangs that might affect the Silverscale Company or themselves. In the middle of their reorganization efforts, the island itself, amid it’s isolation, slowly found itself pulled into the Doldrums. This ever expanding region of Azeroth swallowed up Silver-Eye Island some twenty-one years after the First War. The change solidified Silverscale Company and the Gorgeous Boys hold on the island, cut off from outside power, any shipping they lost was replaced with local survivors, Sotoras, and shady travelers. The Shattering caused the island itself to drift once again, causing minor damage to the island itself, but little to those stranded there. While some buildings suffered, the main source of pain was the sudden destabilization of their main trading partner, the Tirasian colony of Sotoras, finding their economy stagnating, caused a rather tense situation among the residents. An influx of survivors of the cataclysmic events, as well as exiles from Kolai Island and Sotoras has meant much change for the lonely island. The future is uncertain. Major Characters Boss Hendle Silverscale - The leader of Silverscale Company since the gang fighting ended years ago. Formerly a Venture Company junior clerk, he gained his position mostly due to happenstance and good timing- coming upon a large amount of gold when the clerk’s office was blown apart. With that gold, he bribed, bought, and paid his way into the loyalty of many on the island, leading to his eventual perch in the executive mansion on Silver-Eye’s highest point. Restructuring his operation as the Silverscale Company, he employs a wide range of the islands residents, from the Gorgeous Boys, to dock workers, guards, clerks and so on ruling with a somewhat careless fist- more concerned with maintaining his position than the benevolence of his rule. Executive Cordine Dabbleblast - One of Hendle Silverscale’s friends in the clerk office before the change up, Cordine is a forgettable, greedy, short Goblin. He received the position mostly out of Hendle Silverscale’s need for management. Much of his life before involved short changing clients with the Venture Company, now, his day to day involves spending Silverscale profits on local luxuries and good company. Rumor has it, Cordine’s days are numbered since he’s been found to be spending company money. Executive Gash Sputtercrank - A Venture Company Bruiser who bullied his way into the position after Hendle Silverscale’s takeover of the island, Gash is a competent, brutal, and clever Goblin. He does not speak of his life before, but with his wits and muscle, most peg him for an ex-convict of some stripe. His work with the Silverscale Company is very effective, primarily working with Sotoras and the Gorgeous Boys. The Boss doesn’t bother Gash. Executive Norina Glitz - Previously a waitress, now an executive, Norina got in good with Hendle Silverscale prior to the takeover and has been living as an executive since. Her business dealings are never great, but she’s said to be the most personable of the executives and mostly does what Hendle Silverscale asks of her. Fen Kettleclang - The owner of the Silverscale Inn and business partner to the Silverscale Company, he’s owned the inn for nearly thirty years. There is little to be said for him other than his unscrupulous nature, interested in moving people through and leaving their coin behind. To his credit, he lacks the brutality of the Gorgeous Boys, but those looking to squat won’t get in his good graces. Loka Killclaw - Operator of the Silverscale Arena, she is a leftover from Captain Opej Ogrecrush’s crew. A brutal combatant, she won the rights to the arena in a wager with Boss Hendle Silverscale- where she now overseers the daily battles and events. She’s a curt woman, strong but quiet. Henry the Gorgeous - Leader of the Gorgeous Boys, he’s a big, mean, green goblin. Rather taken with his own vanity, he lives a life of pleasures grifted from the Silverscale Company and the residents of the island. Brutal when defied and kind when everything goes his way, Henry treats the island like his own personal garden, keeping out pests, pruning weeds, and cultivating what he wants to see grow. Beautiful Beatdown Ben - Second in command of the Gorgeous Boys, Benjamin Fuller is a soft spoken ex-soldier from a faraway land. He rarely discusses his personal affairs, but he’s seen as the more approachable of the two in charge of the Silverscale Company- but those that have got a mark on their head from the Gorgeous Boys should be wary of this swordsman. Lady Abigaille Springfield - The daughter of Lord Beauregard Springfield II, current leader of the people of Sotoras. Lady Springfield has taken up the charge of leading the refugees of Sotoras in the Springfield Holdings on Silver-Eye. An altogether pleasant woman, her relative naivety is aided by a cadre of advisors and soldiers leftover from their escape from their island home. Chief Urdo - Former leader of the Razorbranch of Kolai Isle, now lives in exile and leads Urdo’s Exiles. While he was once a rather brutal and sadistic warlord, time softened his heart and the Shattering turned him further. His supposed weakness saw him ousted from dominion of the nearby Kolai Island, he now lives among refugees on Silver-Eye Island, attempting to rally those sympathetic to take back his throne. Notable Locations Silver-Eye Main Port - No doubt the first thing most people see of Silver-Eye Island, the main port, and the only one remaining after the Shattering. Located on the Western side of Silver-Eye Island, it’s home to several ships, ferrymen, and the Silverscale offices and holdings. Goods, slaves, and livestock all pass through the the main port in varying states before being shipped elsewhere or used across the island. The deals are never great, but there is no other place in the Doldrums where you can find so much. Silverscale Inn - The first stop for many after a long voyage into the inhospitable Doldrums, the Silverscale Inn rests on the Eastern side of the Island, looking to the nearby Arena. One of the few places not jammed full of refugees on Silver-Eye, the inn is a place of competitively priced alcohol and private rooms if you’ve got the coin. Most people tend to use the cheaper open areas while they wait for the next arena match. Silverscale Arena - One of the main draws of the island, the Silverscale Arena is as old as the island itself, where mortal, beast, and steel all meet. Popular among all who regular Silver-Eye, there is room for all to watch the battles and earn coin in or out of the pit. Silverscale Executive Mansion - Overlooking the entirety of Silver-Eye Island from the rocky outlook above, the Executive Mansion houses Boss Hendel Silverscale and his executives. Isolated form the happenings below, the Silverscale company still keeps a heavy thumb on the residents of the island below, through social, economic, and physical force. Few get to see the refined grounds. Springfield Family Holdings - A small part of Southern Silver-Eye Island, the Springfield holdings suffered much damage amid the shattering. Despite the damages, Lady Abigaile Springfield and those loyal to her fled here after the scourging of Sotoras. They wait here now, repairing the damaged houses and planning their future in these uncertain times. Refugee Camp - Located on the Northeastern part of the island, this camp was once a storage and holding area for the second port on Silver-Eye Island. When the port was destroyed during the shattering, it’s disuse saw rise to a tent village where many of those now trapped in the Doldrums now find refuge. Among them are Chief Urdo and his exiles. Gorgeous Boy Holdings - clustered around the inner rise of Silver-Eye, Henry the Gorgeous and his Gorgeous Boys have fenced off a private area where they can get up to their usual dealings and make plans. They protect the interests of the Silverscale Company and its main lift to the Executive Mansion, while doling out justice around town- their holdings are still rather dour. Market Row - Just past the Arena and the Inn can be found the Market Row, the Row is home to many small shops, houses, and back alleys. Principally owned by the ‘Middle Class’ of Silver-Eye, Market Row represents the closest thing to comfortable living on the island. Notes Mostly sand and rock, little plant life can grow here meaning most food and building material came from outside the island, same for food. The central island is marked by a rise of harsh stone, with smaller rocks littered throughout. Many of the original buildings are well constructed and sturdy, but the rising population and the turf wars led to many ramshackle buildings, scaffolding rises, and tents to be erected in the city. There are signs of destruction in the city, ruined docks, buildings, and so on, much of this caused by the Shattering. While there are efforts to rebuild, the influx of refugees and survivors has put a strain on resources. Very little in terms of gatherable resources, save for fish.