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Gilnean Moon (Open RP)
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Post by
Morec0
Characters: Ivan Jeret, Krista and Blaine Jeret
Location: Gilneas, Jeret Manor
Ivan hailed a coach to take him to the Greymane Manor. The king would want to know about what just happened.
Blaine stepped out of the coach and walked into the Manor. Krista was waiting for him, and he proceeded to relate the whole set of events to her.
"My gods," Krista said, placing one hand over her mouth.
"It would probably be best if we kept this to ourselves, the other nobles, and the king," Blaine added. "Best to not start a panic."
Krista nodded in agreement. "What about Ivan?"
"He should be getting back soon, he just had to make sure the murder was taken to his new cell."
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Post by
Morec0
((Morec make a woopsie?))
(( What are you talking about? ))
Post by
BuryYourDead
William Ford
Wolven Mane
William sat bahind the counter, ocasionally refilling the woodsmens pint glasses. His dog was staring at him oddly...as if it saw him as something to eat. William threw slabs of meat at his dog, but it didn't take notice. "Whats up boy?" William asked, walking over and kneeling beside him. "You okay?" he said, patting its head. Just then it lashed out, and dug its teeth into his hand. "Ahhh! you wee bastard!" William replied, lifting a small cloth and wrapping it round his hand. He kicked the dog into the back room and shut the door. "He must really be spooked" he said to the woodsmen, who looked on.
"I'd get a priest for that mate. It looked pretty deep" the one called John said to him.
Post by
Morec0
Characters: Ivan Jeret, Krista and Blaine Jeret
Location: Gilneas, Jeret Manor
Ivan looked out the window of the coach. The Greymane Manor was in sight.
"So what should we do?" Krista asked.
Blaine shook his head. "I don't know, but we'll probably end up organizing the military to sweep through the nation and hunt down whatever these things are."
Krista nodded and poured herself a glass of wine to try and help calm her nerves. She offered the bottle to Blaine, who politely refused.
Post by
Orranis
Character:
Jorgen Rye
Location: Gilneas
Jorgen Rye entered a random inn, hoping to pick up a piece of gossip about the disturbances.
Post by
Queggy
((Can I RP as a dwarf?))
Post by
Morec0
((Can I RP as a dwarf?))
(( No, there are only humans and non-playable worgen in Gilneas atm.
EDIT: My god, you're still a taco?))
Post by
Orranis
((I don't think there are any dwarves in Gilneas.))
Post by
Queggy
((
:'(
))
Character:
Ford McDugal
Ford McDugal is the only son of the one-time town hobo, Old Man McDugal. Ford grew up as a feral street boy until he was thrown into jail for numerous petty crimes. It looked as if Ford would forever be in an out of jail until one day, his father died. Old Man McDougal took his own life, hanging himself. When Ford learned of this, he vowed that he would change his ways and be a well and prosperous citizen. The other townsfolk were still distrustful of the lad, however, so Ford left the city to seek his fortunes elsewhere. He left ten years ago when he was seventeen. He was living in the hills and making his living as a trapper, lumberjack, miner, and prospector. This hard life has drastically changed him from a young and sickly lad into a brawny and rugged young man. He stands at 5'8". His hair is a the colour of coal and he has tied it back into a pony tail. He has a full beard that is wiry and tangled.
Location:
Gilneas
Ford walked through town, reliving his old memories. He noticed one building that looked like it had burned down recently. That was a shame, he didn't remember a building being there before. The town had changed a lot since he was last here ten years ago . . .
He needed to a place to stay. Looking around he spied an inn named the
Wolven Mane
. Pushing open the door he said loudly,
"Well, I'm back! Got a place for an old city fellow to spend the night, inkeep?"
Post by
Mazaniam
Sir Henry Mostenworth
Sir Henry strode down the cobbled path, his blade hanging uselessly at his side. Turning a corner, he saw a coach. Hailing it over, he saw Ivan Jeret sitting there.
"Greetings, old friend. How are you?"
Post by
Orranis
Character:
Jorgen Rye
Location: Gilneas
Jorgen exited the inn abruptly. He felt the need for the cold night's air on his back. The walls around him seemed like they were closing in on him. He needed the wide open space.
Post by
BuryYourDead
William Ford
Wolven Mane
A loud man entered the inn, as William finished bandaging his wound. He looked up. "Aren't you that McDugal fella'?" William asked.
Post by
Morec0
Characters: Ivan Jeret
Location: Gilneas
It took a moment for Ivan to recognize the man. "Ah, Henry, good to see you again old freind. And I'm doing fine, what about you?"
Post by
Queggy
((Oops, forgot your last name was Ford, BuryYourDead. Lol, I'm sorry.))
Ford McDugal
Wolven Mane
Ford's leathery sunburnt face split open into a smile.
"That's me!"
he said.
"I'm surprised you could remember and recognize me after all these years. Then again, I did steal from you a time or two, didn't I?"
Post by
Orranis
Character:
Jorgen Rye
Location: Gilneas
Even the outside was beginning to... change. The buildings seemed to wobble, and shift. His perceptions rapidly shifted, and all the buildings seemed to squeeze themselves together. Even the great wall seemed to lower itself, and closed in on the buildings closest to it. He fell to his knees, and threw up. He blinked, and he was on top of a building, he hadn't even remembered climbing it. His skin seemed to be stretching beneath him, as if he were expanding and would soon explode out of his very flesh. His bones creaked and stretched, in a horrible agonizing pattern. Along with the pain came itching, a horrible itching that no matter how much he scratched would not go away. He saw blood on the ground, and looked at his hand. Hair was visibly and quickly growing from it, and his fingernails had darkened and lengthened significantly. Then, with more horrible pain, he watched, eyes wide with fear, as his bones snapped and mended and reconfigured themselves completely. He tried to scream, but his throat was a clogged bloodied mess. He phased in and out of consciousness, and the rest became a painful blur. He felt his bones lighten and his muscles strengthen, and then he recoiled at the now painfully sharp smell of the city. His blurry eyesight sharpened until he could make out never before seen details, like the tiny grey and black hued stripes on each indiviudal hair. Finally, the hurting stopped. His turned towards the moon, eyes bloodred, and screeched a terrible blood-curling howl.
Post by
Morec0
(( That would be epic if it wasn't for the wall of text. ))
Characters: Ivan Jeret, Blaine Jeret
Location: Gilneas
Ivan snapped his neck in the direction of the howl. "Damn it," he swore and jumped out of the coach, running towards the direction the sound had originated from.
Blaine and Krista were starting to worry about Ivan, and so Blaine had called for a coach to take him to the Greymane Manor. When he'd been informed that Ivan hadn't returned yet, he'd headed for the town. He looked out ahead as he heard the howl.
That dosn't sound like any wolf I've heard before
, he thought, starting to worry about what was ahead of him.
Post by
Queggy
((Gone for a bit.))
Post by
BuryYourDead
William Ford
Wolven Mane
"And your father.". William pointed to the wall, "'mm still waitin for you to return my stag trophy head!"
Post by
Orranis
Character:
Jorgen Rye
Location: Gilneas
Jorgen, though he could hardly be called Jorgen anymore, smelled something. It was the smell of a familiar person, someone he had met recently. Though he smelled more than that. His heightened senses picked up his very emotions, he could smell the chemical perspiring fear and adrenaline, his fight or flight instincts. A hunger rose up within him. He was not physically hungry, as he had just found a tattered stay dog at his feet, and realized he had eaten it. It was a bloodlust, an eagerness to rend flesh and break bones. He jumped off the building loping towards the man on all fours at incredible speeds, and panting in a wolf like pattern as he ran, tongue lolling out.
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