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Post by
oneforthemoney
Quoth the Atik:
In one moment, the history of an entire planet had been altered. Garrosh had been brought back in time. There, he proved himself a hero, he saved his species. The Orcs of this timeline would not be swayed by Demons. Instead, they would reject the Legion's offering, using their strength to destroy the mighty Pit Lord who had tried to trick them. Draenor's path had been altered.
Unfortunately, the former warchief would soon set his sights on those who had defeated him in his madness. From his position as a hero, he would guide the Orcs to Azeroth, and lead them to war against the forces there.
Azeroth, however, held fast. And even pushed back through, into the Draenor of another time than their own. There, heroes of Horde and Alliance set their gaze of the leaders of the Iron Horde, breaking through the lines of the army stationed at the Dark Portal and managing to escape, making allies in the forms of those who still opposed the Iron Horde.
But, as the forces of Azeroth prepare for their campaign on this world from another time, a sound echoes across the land, approaching them.
The sound of iron.
*Cough*
So yeah. I did it. I made a Draenor RP.
A fairly standard Sandbox RP as it stands. Set in the altered Draenor, characters are free to be anything you wish, anwhere you with. Plots are only as limited as your imagination.
So, with that said, the only rules I can really think of are the standard ones.
1. Put some effort into your posts. Consider the perspective of others, and remember they want to have fun, just like you.
2. In a similar vein, no god-moding or meta-gaming. There's no reason to try to "win" an RP, and in doing so you just cause everyone to lose, and noone likes losing.
3. This rule in here to remind you that rule number four in the most important.
4. Have fun!
I have little more to add than what Atik has said. Keep it clean guys and don't be afraid to raise questions or concerns as the RP moves. Enjoy!
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name
: Gerran Harackmore, Talam
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
The forests of Tanaan hung over the river with long veils of fronds, shadowing the waters that gleamed a silver in the noonday sun. Gentle waves washed the rocky shore, a calm silence hanging over the field.
Yet it was not to last.
The waves which stirred the river began to grow. Where once they stroked the stone now they lashed it with foam and ran over, muddying the ground beyond. A black streak of smoke rose above the trees, the hard strike of paddles sounded on the waves. From the river mouth a ship moved up against the tide. Huge and low bellied like an old stove, spikes ran across the bow of the ship and around the rims where the paddles beat. Smoke stacks lurched from the top above a pair of guns like oversized, wide mouthed cannons. Much of the vessel was thus consumed, more a tank than a ship, but a wide deck projected outward before the front of the ship sloped down. Weapons bristled from every nook, trained by grim eyed, grey skinned orcs at the foliage.
Gerran stomped along the deck. He was a man after the ship he ran. A heavy set orc, his brown chest was bared but for two leather straps crossing in an X like a harness. His shoulders were covered by ivory guards made from the twin skulls of a rylak. His head was likewise masked by the horned skull of a wolf, his own tusked jaw projecting beneath the skull’s, his eyes gleaming from within the sockets with a cruel, almost animal cunning. He carried with him a huge spear, its tip serrated and spiked.
“Waste of time,” he muttered. “We haven’t seen hide or hair of scout since returning. This whole area should be ours! I could have already gotten to the front by now if I could fly!”
“Patience,” an easy voice echoed. He turned his head but had to move the rest of him to actually see past the skull on his shoulder.
On the deck a short distance away, a female orc sat cross legged on a mat. She wore a robe trimmed with large black feathers, like she was a crow contemplating herself. A violet hood fell over her face, a silver amulet of a crescent moon gleaming against her breast, nestled among the black feathers of her robes. Her hand was a pale brown and held tightly a tall crooked staff, its top curved like a question mark and from it hung charms and bones which chimed with every breath of wind.
“Patience,” she repeated in a whispering voice and tilted back her head to look at the sky. “The stars have decided our fates. We need only run the rails which were put before us.”
Gerran scoffed. “Rubbish,” he muttered. “Bad enough the sent us all the way back to the foundry for more arms. Waste of fuel better spent elsewhere.” He sneered. “If I missed the battles here someone will pay!”
“We were need there,” she answered. She stood, black feathers rustling. “And now, we are needed here.”
“Lieutenant!”
Gerran snarled and turned. His eyes widened.
The fronds of Tanaan parted and lay before them the shore, the once staging ground, now but ruins. Siege engines slumped, charred and cold, burned from the inside out. Docks lay in shattered masses along the sandy shore. Boats abandoned on the high tide, huts slumped, broken or burned, the heavy cement walls in ruins. Here and there, tattered emblems with the jagged metal M of the Iron Horde hung in rags, blowing in the wind.
His spear struck the deck with a clatter. “Ancestors take us.”
“For many,” the Shadowmoon witch said, casting her hand towards the fallen bodies on the beach and shore, left to the crabs and crows, “they have.”
Name
: Nilium
Location
: Talador, Pilgrim’s Road
Nilium had a problem.
He had many really. People were generally quick to point that out. Usually none he was concerned with. Often to do with ‘Light boy you look pale. Are you sick?’ or ‘How come you’re floating?’ or his favourite ‘Why do you talk like that?’
Yes, Nilium had problems. It was why he generally kept to himself. He did not like to. He liked other people. Really. The issue was, they tended to have difficulty liking him. One learned to deal with being lonely quite quickly like that. And he had a lot of experience by now.
He was alone now amongst the chirping twilit forest, which meant no one could guide him.
He lowered the map and looked back to the signpost. No. It was still riddled with bullet holes, making whichever two directions in the branching highway guess work at best. Oddly, this was the least of his problems. The biggest one was there wasn’t supposed to be a fork in the road yet.
He turned his muted eyes, glowing with silver light back to the map. Black robes fluttered about the young draenei’s hooves, floating several inches off the ground. His expression was dull and vacant, his skin a pale pallor, nearly transparent. His forehead still lacked the hard ridges maturity would bring him. He was dressed plainly. Only a simple robe, breeches, and a satchel which floated along behind him, held aloft, encompassed by a glow which was more a dimming of the air around it. Out of keeping with this plain fashion was a belt cinched about his waist, several stones without colour embedded in it.
“…I do not feel confident of this,” he said tonelessly.
Name
: Lyris Cheranob
Location
: Spires of Arak
Amid the spired peaks of arak, where thorns grew like barbed wire in the myriad of passes, a green light glowed. It pulsed, slow and measured, like the beating of a malefic heart. An irony, then, for only one heart yet beat in that charnel clearing.
Lyris drew her blade from the corpse of the orc. It was a mutated thing, green skinned with jagged spikes running down the spine. It wore no shirt, as if it had been confident no blade could pierce its tough hide. That theory was now painfully disproved.
Lyris sat down on a rock and began to clean her blade. Like her, it was tall and sharp, jagged and cruel of a weapon. A thing to be wielded with both hands, aggressive, its black steel matching her encompassing armour, save that her dark plate had several purple stones embedded in it, one at the juncture of her breast just below the throat, another in her belt, and two more on the wristguards like manacles. Her blade was not completely unadorned. Several oval green stones ran from the curled hilt along the body of the blade, their stones lingering with green embers of fel fire.
Her skin was a deep purple, nearly red, a vivid hue standing out against her dark armour, her face attractive if grim, with fine bones along her cheeks and jaw, her horns like a ram’s, curling from amid a mass of straight black hair tied back in a long pony tail. They had a name for those with horns like that. Eredar.
As she polished her weapon, her eyes began to lose their greenish tinge, returning to a more calm silver glow. She paused, the rag she was using too soiled to continue, and with a scoff, threw it away and tore another strip from a nearby corpse. There were many bodies. It was hard to tell just how many, for most were in pieces all over the clearing, some impaled on the twisting thorny trees, one even slumped on a ledge several meters up the cliff. Their blood painted the clearing, the source of the green light, but even now it slowly faded to black, as if running out of the fuel of life that sustained them.
Post by
morginar
Name
: Log'raka Cinderwolf
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
Log'raka moved up to the deck of the ship. Every corner of her body covered in blackrock plate with added spikes. Her massive shoulder-pads, a pair of iron stars that powered the technology of the suit of armor. The helmet looked nothing but cruel with the horns of plate that decorated it. In her hands a burning blade. A Truesteel sword made for two handed combat with molten slag in it's center for hellish strikes.
The orc saw stunned orcs on the deck. Stunned. By what? Is our victory so grand that the draenei city is a mere crater? Then she saw the city. She took a step back on the deck and nearly dropped her blade.
"Spirits..."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name
: Gerran Harackmore, Talam
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
Gerran slammed his hands on the rail. "What happened!"
"The camp was destroyed," Talam said.
"Shut up! My mount! Bring us closer to the shore!"
"We'll beach ourselves," one of the Blackrock sailors said.
"Useless!" Gerran snarled. He rushed back towards the dark conning tower of the battleship.
As he left, Talam moved to the rail and looked over the wasted beach. Not even smoke rose from the ruins of the landing base. The charms of her staff jangled in the wind. "Much has been lost," she said.
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Post by
morginar
Name
: Log'raka Cinderwolf
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
Log'raka grunted. "Who did this?" The orc turned her body to Talam to face her. Rage clear in her voice.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name
: Gerran Harackmore, Talam
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
"We shall investigate," she said calmly. "But by my guess, the draenei and their allies succeeded, and the iron Horde failed."
A sound like an echoing scream came from the conning tower. Talam turned her head to see a rylak leap from the top of the tower. The sinuous creature seemed to writhe through the air, its ragged wings flapping and the two toothy heads at the end of its long necks bobbing. Steel made it heavy, the armour along its head, back and legs, but its expansive wings cast a large shadow as it flew. From his saddle, Gerran roared, thrusting his spear into the sky and spurred his mount toward the ruins of the shore.
She watched him fly a moment, then turned back towards the Log'raka. "Some boats should be readied," she informed the engineer. "If we are to follow."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Grindgear, Loki Greyfang
Location: Southern Shattrath
"Pathetic."
Was the only thought that ran threw Richard's mind. The young man crouched atop a toppled construct made of iron, a iron star he had been told but junk was a better name for it in his mind. He stood up and brushed the dust from his brown long coat and reached down and grabbed a large grey metal cylinder capped in a light blue metal and slung it over his shoulder and it sat against his waist then reached up and adjusted the lenses of his goggles. "But still not as bad as goblins." He remarked.
"That would be impossible. The blackrocks seems to have some semblance of order in there creations." Richard heard a voice speak and he turned around. He looked down at a half elf wearing a black long coat and gloves. The man was crouched over an imp or at least that what Richard remembered it was before Loki had begun to cut apart the imp putting the creatures organs into small jars that sat on the ground around him. "Are you almost done Loki?" Richard asked hopping off the machine and landed on the ground. "Almost, This was a fel imp. Do you know how hard those are to find?" He asked. "Seeing as we killed three before we got here I'm going to say not hard." The engineer replied. "Those were lesser ones. Those had a green aura but this one had been effected to a greater extent and had started to turn red." The alchemist said scooping up the jars and placed them into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder and stood.
"Now I need some succubus horn and a beholder eye I'll be all set." He said as they began to make there way east.
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355559
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Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Lexa, Lana
Location: Talador, North of fort Wrynn
"Your apprentice needs to practice more. She could have blown herself up." A voice called from the brush as a draenei stood up carrying a large rifle in her arms. She had sharp features that came from a life of concentration and a pair of horns that curled tightly around the side of her head and short black hair. She wore dark leather armor with a belt lined with bullets of various colors.
"Have more faith sister. She accomplished much in short work." A second voice sounded as another draenei rose, her features were soft with silver eyes that fell upon Suris as she strode forward, she had long black hair pulled back into a pair of pigtails and horns that curled along her head before flipping back up at the end. She wore dull grey chain mail and carried a mace on her hip and a shield was across her back.
Post by
Atik
Olet Araloch
Talador, North of Fort Wrynn
The Blood Elf was quiet as she passed the Draenei siblings, her barren feet moving effortlessly along the harsh ground below. Her robe billowed, the runes that covered it seeming to glisten as she moved. Such runes flowed along her, seeming to bleed onto the bow held against her back, and even upwards to her headdress, moving from leather to bone without ever breaking their form.
Said headdress could only be described as the skull of an oversized Murloc. Elongated, with wide eyes that now glowed green with magics, jagged teeth that obscured the blond Elf's face, and finger-like protrusions from the back, looking like they may have once been the base of a frill. Occasionally, a spark seemed to jump along them, moving through the entire skull.
The elements of Draenor were far removed from those of Azeroth. They were harsher, more primal. Primal; such a word was the only to truly describe them with. And so, in such an environment, the master Shaman had needed to adapt. She, too, had become primal. She stopped before Suris, eying her through the large teeth of her helm. "Are you all right?"
Of course, even the Primals couldn't stop her from being like a mother occasionally.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Name
: Nilium
Location
: Talador, Um...forest?
Nilium was lost.
In his defence, it was a forest. How he got into said forest was another matter. All roads lead to Karabor. But he wasn't going to Karabor, so clearly, he needed to get off the road.
It had made so much sense at the time.
Not that the forest made much sense itself. Foliage had not been a common feature of Outland. There was rock. Sometimes the rock was floating, but mainly it was simply rock. You knew where you stood with rock. Usually on it. Or under it, in the case of the floating ones. Forest? Every tree looked alike. A sea of clones that nearly blotted out the sun with their branches. How were you supposed to figure your way around that?
Nilium was having a rough day.
Then he had heard voices. Coarse of tongue, but voices were voices, and naturally, he had gravitated to them. Quite literally, as he drifted without even a breeze over the grassy forest.
ssssSSSSSSS-thunk!
Nilium paused in mid air. He rotated 180 degrees and stared at his satchel which had been floating along behind him. And now had an arrow through it.
"..."
Nilium was not having a good day.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Lexa, Lana
Location: Talador, North of Fort Wrynn
"We need to get moving." Lana said eyeing the inferno. "That explosion probably alerted every orc in Talador." She explained.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Draggosh
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
"Yes!"
Another orc walked up to the two females. A fine specimen of his kind, heavily muscled, tall, and broad of shoulders, this one had reddish-brown skin and dark hair. His chest was bare, save for a wide leather strap that affixed a heavy steel pauldron to his right shoulder. Looking at his simple woolen pants, the rest of his armor that consisted of massive steel boots, gauntlets and a belt, and his massive single-edged battleaxe, one could think this orc took a page from the warchief's book in fashion - though there was a distinct lack of spikes, skulls and fur in his apparel. His head was uncovered, his cranium neatly shaved but for a single braid, thick and long.
"Draggosh thinks boats should be readied right now," the Warsong orc barked. He rested his axe on a shoulder and jabbed a sausage-thick finger into the engineer's chest. "Think scene needs thorough axe-amination!"
Post by
morginar
Name
:
Log'raka Cinderwolf
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
"Dabu. I agree." Log'raka nodded. Stabbing the floor with her sword and leaning her weight onto it.
"Did you hear that. Ready the landing boat!" The blackrock shouted at a worker. Who only replied with a "Zug-zug." Before running of to work.
Post by
Atik
Olet Araloch
Talador, North of Fort Wrynn
"Footfalls are heavy upon the earth." Olet confirmed. "But we remain unknown to them. Let us move quickly."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Name
: Gerran Harackmore, Talam
Location
: Talador, Orunai Coast
"Some soldiers should be assembled too, Draggosh," Talam told the warsong. "In case enemies remain."
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355559
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Name
: Lyris Cheranob
Location
: Spires of Arak
Lyris rose back to her hooves. She swung her sword, listening to its keening wail as it cut the air. She nodded once, satisfied, but kept the weapon drawn as she stalked back down the winding path. More blood would be shed this day. Her breath quickened with the thought and her lips turned a smile upon her face.
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