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Mazaniam
The Alliance and the Horde have battled for years. The personal vendetta of Varian Wrynn has driven the Alliance to battle, with the aid of the Bronzebeard Dwarves and Gnomes. The Night Elves have also always supported the Alliance, along with their cousins the High Elves. Later on, the Exiled Ones and the forgotten people of Gilneas, both dedicated themselves to the cause of the Alliance. The High Elves of Quel'Danas, have a new leader. The long-lost Alleria Windrunner has returned, after being locked in a kind of limbo, as she has told the curious elves this, along with other secrets which have not been shared with the rest of the Alliance.
The Horde, once a faction simply accepting those who were not allowed in the Alliance, led by the noble Thrall. Following the seizure of Warchief by Garrosh Hellscream, the Horde became highly bloodthirsty and greedy. Cutting a deal with the cunning Goblins, allowing them to join the horde in return for the machines of war. The once lowly Sin'Dorei, the Blood Elves, lost their addiction, and left the Horde. They travelled the lands of Azeroth, scattering as a independent force. With a strange, powerful magic at it's core, a new faction was born.
The 'Forge' as they called themselves, were a faction of Blood Elves, led by Aarama Dawnmoon, but soon approached the Night Elves and High Elves. Somehow, the once-noble Elves joined the Forge. The Trolls, were also approached, as they were now known for sure as the ancestors of the Elves. Surprisingly, they dropped their Shamanistic traits, and became powerful Mages. All Forge members eyes glow a deep hue of purple.
The War between all of the three factions never ends, never sleeps. It is terrible, bloody, all sides powerful. It is up to you now, You are our last line.
Welcome to War!
If you have not guessed from above, the focus for this Roleplay is War.
Some information !
Factions
Alliance :
Varian Wrynn
-Sub Leaders : Magni Bronzebeard, Velen, Mekgineer Mekkatorque, King Genn Greymane.
Horde
: Garrosh Hellscream
-Sub Leaders : Sylvannas Windrunner, Trade Prince Fizzboom, Baine Bloodhoof.
Forge
: Aarama Dawnmoon, Tyrande Whisperwind, Vol'Jin, Alleria Windrunner.
Neutral Faction
s :
-Dalaran : Still a bastion, a place inhabited by the few surviving non-elf members of the Forge and Humans. Led by Rhonin the Red-Haired.
Playable Races
Dwarves
Gnomes
Humans
Non-Forge High Elves
Draenei
Orcs
Tauren
Goblins
Non-Forge Trolls
Forge Night Elves
Forge High Elves
Forge Blood Elves
Forge Trolls
Finally, Rules!
Rules:
No Metagaming
FOUR CHARACTERS MAXIMUM
No Godmoding
No Lore Rape
One Person can have a faction leader, but when one person has taken it, you cannot have that same character, obviously.
Have Fun!
Post by
denjerre
((Nothing personal Snipz, but I don't think people want to deal with another RP at the moment. I suggest you try when there's less going on.))
Post by
Mazaniam
(( Oh well, I shall do as you suggest. I'll revive this in a few months. ))
Post by
denjerre
(( A few months might be a bit overrated :p. Just do it when there's only one other going on, that should work. Hopefully))
Post by
Patty
((Similarly, Snipz...You may want to practice what you preach. For one, the Sunstrider dynasty is over. Secondly, elves and trolls hate eachother arguably more than any other two races. Thirdly, you need to come up with some explanation as to why/how Alleria came out of hiding. Fourth - The elven factions all consider the others traitors. Just sayin'.))
Post by
Mazaniam
(( Fix'd ))
Post by
Morec0
(( I'm going to go ahead and get my characters down for this. It looks promising. ))
Characterss: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Faction: Alliance
Races: Gilnean Worgen
Location: Ashenvale Forest
Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret and Krista "Blackbite" Jeret are siblings that fled from Gilneas in order to try and escape... a different part of them, avoiding civilization as much as possible. Even so, they remain loyal to the Alliance, and are less then found of the Horde. Although their postion dosn't allow them to be horribly choosey over who they seek help from.
Ivan is a warrior that holds much pride in his skill in battle, holds fast to his belief that he has a clever wit, and is afraid of very few things. One of those few things is the other pressence within his mind - a dark worgen named "Bloodhowl." Bloodhowl is an opptunist, taking whatever it is he wants whenever he can - this typically meaning whenever Ivan's mental guard is down. Needless to say, this has led to several... "unfortunate accidents" in their past. He weilds a massive broadsword to defeat any who oppose him.
Krista is is talented shadow mage - dabbling in dark magics, and combining them with arcane magic - who thinks every situation through before proceeding to fight, and even then is catious. Much like her brother she too has another pressence within her mind that she fears - a worgen named "Blackbite." Blackbite is a man-hating wild card; unpredictable, crafty, deadly, and completely insane - in short, comparable to the perfect killer. She carries with her a dagger and staff for protection whenever her magics may fail.
For both of them, the worgen transformation takes effect during the night, however they are still barely able to keep their other halves under control.
Ivan and Krista walked cautiously through Ashenvale. They'd taken many months to get here, convinced that the shadows of the forest would help them hide from the voices in their heads, and anyone else that those voices might harm. So far they had been correct, no one had been harmed by them, but it had come with a minor cost.
"Ivan... I'm starving," Krista said. "We havn't had anything decent to eat in days."
"I know, sis, I know," Ivan said bluntly. They'd ran out of supplies a few days ago, and their attempts to catch anything had proven futile - save a few squirrels and other rodents. His growling stomach could attest to that.
If you let me out
, the voice in his head said.
I'm sure I could find us some good food. All you have to do is give me control for... an hour or so
.
Shut up
, was Ivan's reply.
In her mind, Krista too was fighting against her other personality.
Just kill him
, Blackbite whispered,
he's just a man, after all. Besides, after that it'll be simple to peel the meat off of his bones. Slow-roasted over a fire, I'm sure it would be
delicious.
Krista just ignored the voice as best she could.
(( I'm proud of my work there. ))
Post by
Mazaniam
((Well that throws THAT out of the window, I will join now too ! P.S. Did Mesterswe get banned..? ))
Mazani Starspire
Draenei Female
Exarch
'On the World of Draenor, Life was once peaceful for the Exiled. We did not fight the orcs, we traded and lived with them.'
-M. Starspire.
Mazani grew up on Draenor, a young paladin-in-training. She hated a young orc named Calk'Forg, who would later become a warlock. He was a warrior. Skipping her life story, which was in her own opinion, 'not meaningful', she landed with the Exodar a trained Vindicator. She left for Draenor when the time came, and was with the forces used to take Kil'Jaeden's life. During Arthas' dark crusade, she took flight to Northend, and aided the forces of the Alliance in downing the floating citadel of Naxxramas, she participated as a Champion for the Argent Crusade both in the Tournament and the Fall of the Dark Lord. Never a heavy 'Alliance' supporter, she believed that the Alliance and Horde should be peaceful in their ways. Mazani claims she focuses on 'Bigger Issues'. Now, after the last twenty years, she finally has been ready to take up her sword again, not exactly sure what she wants to do, but she wants to do something... and it seems the War is exactly what she needs.
Mazani
Ruins of Wyrmrest
Mazani looked around at the once-beautiful place. The wreckage, now unidentifiable, was still ornate, in its own way. It was Kalec who done this. The imposter. Such a clever plan he weaved.
A traitor.
her inner voice said.
Go to wherever Kil'Jaeden lies... voice..
It was true though, once upon a time this was a bastion. But then Kalec, a blue wrym, had shown his true allegiance with the Forge. Alexstraza had to send Krasus and her children away, before impounding herself, and killing Kalec in the process. She would reform, though.
With a sigh, she walked through the doors. The artefacts she wanted did not lie here.
Post by
Aimsyr
((yes mesterwe appears to have had all his comments + replies + posts removed and he seems to be gone for good))
Post by
Mazaniam
(( Perfect
-Sniperelf signing out ))
(( not really ))
Post by
Mazaniam
((
bump
just a little message on how quiet all the forums are today. GET ON! ))
Post by
Morec0
(( ikr. ))
Characterss: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Faction: Alliance
Races: Gilnean Worgen
Location: Ashenvale Forest
Ivan and Krista looked up towards the sky, and their faces went white.
Through the branches of the massive trees they could just barely see that the sun was starting to set.
They quickly ran to try and find some kind of shelter - an abandoned camp, and cave, anything - where they could spend the night in peace. After some searching they found a cave and cautiously venturned inside. They discovered that only a few rabid furbolgs called it home, and they were quickly dealt with.
Once they were absolutely sure that there was nothing else in the cave with them, the siblings each took out a device of chains and locks, runes carved into them. After some time they managed to successfully lock each other into the decive. They proceeded to sit and wait.
The night fell and their alternate sides managed to gain some freedom, Bloodhowl and Blackbit each trying to make it out of the cave and join hte night. The magically-runed device, though, kept them locked in place. They wouldn't be escaping to torment anyone this night.
Trapped within their minds, Ivan and Krista heard the worgens' howls and swears of rage as they waited out the night.
Post by
Mazaniam
Mazani
Valiance Keep Ship
Mazani giggled at the flirting deckhand.
"Oh, be quiet." She said, smiling. "Boys..."
She retired to her cabin, she would be arriving in Ashenvale in two days. She needed her rest.
Post by
Morec0
Characterss: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Faction: Alliance
Races: Gilnean Worgen
Location: Ashenvale Forest
Within each of their minds, Bloodhowl and Blackbite battered Ivan's and Krista's willpower respectively, trying to break them and get free of there binds.
You fool
! Blackbite growled.
Just let me out, I can help you! You want good food? Well I can get it for you! Just tell me how to get these shackles off
!
Let me out and I wont make you regret this decision when I finally am free
! Blackbite snarled.
Do you think I'm joking? I'm not! Tell me how to remove this bonds damn you
!
Never
again
, was both Ivan's and Krista's only reply. Once dawn came they would be able to regain control and move onwards to... wherever. So long as their darker sides didn't harm anymore people.
The two worgen howled in pure hate and frustration, prompting the curiosity of anything for a distance, but also causing most enough fear to keep away from the noise.
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Post by
Morec0
Characterss: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Faction: Alliance
Races: Gilnean Worgen
Location: Ashenvale Forest
Blackbite sniffed the air. There was someone out there, a human, by the smell of it.
"Help!" she yelled into the distance. "I need assistance! Someone, anyone, HELP!"
Bloodhowl grinned. When the newcomer came he's convince him to release him from the bindings, then he'd kill him and take whatever supplies he could. Who cares what would happen to the female worgen? He's just leave her here to rot.
Post by
denjerre
Name; Jalen Halmeck
Race; Human
Class; Battlemage/Warlock
Allegiance; Himself
Description; Jalen was once a Mage of Dalaran, who was exiled from the city for toiling with Dark Magic. He set off to Kalimdor, deciding to live on his own until he can find a source of power to consume. He is a Battlemage that also knows how to employ Shadow Magic. He wears a mix of mail and cloth armor. He mostly wields a greatstaff, but also has a sword in his possession. He has a dark brown skin and wild, white hair. He is near the brink of insanity. He tends to call himself 'Hellsong'
Hellsong
Ashenvale
The Human slowly made his way through the Night Elven woods. 'A moonwell', he tought. 'I need a moonwell'
((It's bold for some reason, I can't help it.))
Post by
Mazaniam
Mazani
Ashenvale
Mazani stepped off the human boat. She threw a gold to the deckhand she had been flirting with. Then she heard the scream.
"FOR THE ALLIANCE!" She yelled, running at full pace in the direction of the noise.
Post by
Morec0
Characterss: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Faction: Alliance
Races: Gilnean Worgen
Location: Ashenvale Forest
Damn it
! Blackbite thought. If I don't get out of here soon...
She called out for help again, knowing that someone out there might help her.
Bloodhowl just remained quiet, not wanting to muffle the other's calls for help in any way.
Post by
Mazaniam
(( Who is actually in danger? *scratches head* ))
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