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Makorr: It never ends
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Post by
Sparkbolt
We find ourselves ones again before a story that can never truly end. Only a constant evolution that we all like to watch and write.
The rules are simple this time. You start out in our world where you find a bottle that when opened transport you to Azeroth. But remember your at the bottom of the food chain here (Murlocs like revenge!) so don't go running into a group of thugs and expect to win. Also try to keep whatever you choose to play as some thing from here.
http://www.wowpedia.org/Core_class
As for the time where it all starts. Demons have begun to pour out of the dark portal again and a new race has joined the alliance and horde.
Post by
Atik
Logan Emery
Logan is nineteen years old. He stand a little over five feet tall, a little under six feet tall, weighs around a hundred and fifteen pounds or so, and, yes, he wears a badass leather trechcoat that is black and falls down nearly to his ankles.
Below that, he commonly wears blue jeans, black boots, a dark blue shirt of some sort, and sunglasses to shield his eyes. He has long, brown hair, and a rather full beard and mustache combo.
His skin is whiter than a paper plate, and he has hazel eyes. His weapon of choice is undeniably his swiss army knife, which has served him well.
Fort Edward
"
Deja vu
, the feeling that you have done something before....." Logan stated. He glanced up at the sky, as if he knew what was coming..... as if it was as normal, or as if it had happened to him a million times before.
He glanced down, absently cleaning out his recently clipped nails with the knife tip. He looked out the corner of his eye at the green bottle. He hadn't broken it.... it felt like he should know not to.
No, that wasn't quite right.... it felt like he knew what it did. There wasn't a descernable incentive to break it or not, just a seeming familiarity with the bottle itself.
"I know you, don't I?" He asked it, not expecting a real response.
The bottle filled him with feelings..... pain..... power..... suffering..... love.
All the things this action could lead to, and all things that were missing from his current life.
"F*ck it." He stated grabbing the bottle. He popped the cap with an attatchment of the knife, green smoke beginning to billow out as he glanced inside.
And so we find ourselves in the Makorr again.....
Post by
Sparkbolt
Richard Hippe
Richard stands at about six feet with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He wears blue baggy jeans and a red collared button shirt with a brown belt and brown steel toed shoes. Over that he wears a black fleece jacket.
Fenton, Missouri
"New job. New job. Time to start my new job." Richard sang as he grabbed his tool bag as he walked out of his apartment and started to descended the stairs unaware of the green bottle sitting at the bottle. "What the?" He muttered hearing a crunching sound and suddenly engulfed in green smoke.
Post by
Behelich
Alistair Mercer
is nineteen years old, six point one, one fifty or so. He is wearing flared blue jeans waisted by a wide leather belt, black leather ankle-high boots with metallic reinforcements, a white T-shirt, a thin gray woolen turtleneck covering his throat, a black longcoat and a pair of tight-fitting black leather gloves. Alistair is clean-shaved, has short auburn hair, dark almond-shaped eyes and skin that is slightly paler than it is normal.
"Хочется, чтоб было всем повеселей - главное чтобы торкнуло сильней, yeah!"
The young man staggered through the slam to the bar - the concert was well underway and he needed to have a drink to keep on roaring songs.
"Plsn."
"?"
"Efes Pilsener."
The barkeep shrugged and handed the bottle over. Without looking, Mercer opened it and began drinking.
"Hwa-" he managed to mutter when he realized that, instead of much needed refreshment, there was only some gas in the bottle.
"Owwwwwwwww
www."
Alistair picked himself up and looked around.
"И я не помню, кто с нами напился вчера...." he whistled, wondering just how many beers he had had last night.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Richard Hippe
Goldshire
"Dammit!" He swore as he felt himself hit solid ground and fall on his back. "Those neighbors better pray I never get my hands on them." He said as he laid on the ground with his eye's closed as he tried to get his head to stop spinning.
"Are you okay sir?" He heard a voice say that forced him to open his eyes.
"Yeah...." He started to say expecting to see someone next to him but instead saw a horses legs. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"
Post by
Atik
Logan Emery
Elwynn Forest
Logan tried to keep his footing, but the shift between terrains was very sudden. His ever foothold became the side of a steep hill and he fell, rolling downwards,
"Damnit...." He mumbled.
Post by
Aimsyr
Mark
is sixteen years old, standing at over five foot seven and weighing about one hundred and fifteen pounds, with blue eyes, collar-length brown hair, the beginnings of a moustache and pale skin.
He is currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a brightly coloured pheonix and the words 'Lamb of God' written underneath, black pants, a black vest and grey canvas shoes.
New Zealand
Mark sat down at the desk in his room, giving a quiet sigh upon seeing the mountain of homework that was welcoming his return. "Ugh," he muttered, clearly lacking enthusiasm, school in general had never been something he had enjoyed. He glanced in the direction of his computer, contemplating checking wowhead or playing a computer game of some description, though that he knew the homework was not going anywhere. He sighed again, reaching into his pocket for his phone and headphones - even if playing games was currently out of the question, listening to music certainly was not.
His expression instantly changed from one of boredom to one of bewilderment upon reaching into his pocket. There was a mysterious bottle-shaped object resting beside his phone. He removed the object from his pocket and stared at it for a few moments. Naturally he was wondering what exactly was inside and how exactly it had fit so easily into his pocket, let alone how it had gotten to be there in the first place.
Look's poisonous... Probably doesn't taste good either,
he thought dryly, eyeing the murky contents with a high level of suspicion and starting to unscrew the cap.
He took a quick sniff at the bottle the second the cap was off, however the 'liquid' within had absolutely no intention of staying put and all of a sudden a large amount of the green smoke was fleeing its glass prison. The human swore and tried to escape the cloud of oddly-coloured smoke, passing out only moments later.
Post by
Krutos
JJ
is a 21 years old and stands around 5' 10'' in height. He is rather heavily built and has light brown hair, green eyes and fair skin. JJ is wearing grey, knee-length shorts and a black, collared t-shirt with sandals.
JJ was walking along the shore boulevard. Tourists were taking photos and some old man selling ice cream and drinks from the sidecart of his bike. JJ walked up the man and bought a can of soda.
He took a seat on a bench nearby and enjoyed the sun and warmth for a moment before opening his drink. Green smoke poured out of the can and surrounded the young man.
Elwynn Forest
JJ hit the ground bottom first.
- "Ai saatanan saatana!", he cursed as the pain shot up his spine.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Richard Hippe
Goldshire
"Sir you need to get out of the middle of the road." He heard the voice say again as he sat up and rubbed his head. He looked up to see a guard riding a horse. "I must be dreaming." He muttered to himself as he stood up and looked around.
"Are you hurt?" He heard the guard asked again.
"Just a splitting headache and a crazy dream." He replied as he started to gather his tools that had fallen out of his bag.
Post by
Atik
Logan Emery
Elwynn
Logan slowly got to his hands and knees, a high-pitched yip bringing him back to his senses as he looked up to a strange sort of small rat-man thing.
"YOU WANT CANDLE!" It screeched. Logan blinked in confusion. "YOU NO TAKE CANDLE!" It shouted, pickaxe raised as it rushed him.
"Sh*t" Logan swore, rolling to the side before the mining tool smashed into him. He brought his foot uo, kicking the creature in the back and knocking it forward. He tried to get to his feet slowly, but a shovel suddenly smashed against his hip and knocked him back down.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Elwynn
"Now, I'm fairly positive I couldn't of gotten drunk enough to appear out of the city limits... Must be a park or something," Alistair mused, shoving his hands into the pockets of his longcoat and whistling as he picked a random direction and headed there, hoping to see a bus stop - or, at least, just a road.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Alexander
Location
: Salt Lake City
Alex is about 5'8", with wavy brown/gold hair. He's wearing black jeans, grey and black checked sneakers and a black t-shirt with APERTURE LABORATORIES emblazoned across the front, which was covered by a black, double breasted coat, buttoned up to protect against the winter chill. A black messenger bag, full of random odds and ends, hung from one shoulder
Alex took a step outside of the Square, and promptly stopped. A large, green bottle was sitting on the ground in front of him. "Oh no you don't," he muttered. "I know how this game is played." He gingerly took a step around it, when he was jostled from the side by a passer by, and collapsed, facefirst, to the pavement. As he fell, he felt his foot hit something, which broke with a clink.
"You're kidding me," he muttered, then blacked out.
Alex staggered to his feet. "Oh come on. I black out, and wake up in a field? The hell. If this is the park I think it is, I'm leaving. I don't want any drug dealers, no sir."
If I remember correctly, there's a trax station north of here. If I can get out of the park, it's a cakewalk to get there
, he thought, as he started walking.
As long as I'm not mugged for my bag
.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Richard Hippe
Elwynn Forest
"This is a pretty odd dream." He muttered to himself as he walked north along the path occasionally looking at a map the guard had handed him. "But might as well make the most of it till I wake up." He said.
Post by
Aimsyr
Mark
Elwynn Forest
Mark became faintly aware of feeling a falling sensation and then striking a liquid surface. He struggled to right himself, but soon discovered the liquid was not very deep and also had a peculiar green tinge to it. The memory of the green bottle that had found its way into his pocket and the vile green smoke returned to him.
Great, a dream within a dream - that makes me two levels deep,
he mused, his vision slowly returning.
He looked around slowly and noted the fact that there was a large group of rather menacing-looking strangers gathered around him, amongst them an exceedingly beautiful woman.
Maybe this isn't so bad after all,
he thought hazily, though as his vision cleared he noticed there were several things wrong with the woman. First of all she had unnatural yellowy-gold eyes, then there was the pink skin, sharp horns, hooves and a large pair of leathery wings.
Now he also became aware of a creature thrashing in the murky green water beside him, the human tilted his head and noticed a large boar, or what had been a boar - the creature's eyes had turned blood red and it was evidently undergoing some kind of violent transformation that made it less and less boar-like with each passing moment. He looked back into the direction of the demons standing in a circle around him. The creature he knew to be a succubus gave a reassuring smile and Mark felt compelled to stay where he was.
At least he did right up until the mutated boar started to snort angrily in his direction and charge towards him. Something in the back of the human's mind clicked and he dragged himself out of the fel-tainted water, breaking into a run the second he felt dry land under his feet.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Elwynn
After shattering the jaw of a particularly nasty large dog with a brutal kick - that seemed less like a dog and more like a wolf, but to somebody like Mercer, who had spent almost his entire life in one big dirty city and grew to dislike dogs as a species, it did not make much of a difference - Alistair noticed another human. One with a black bag over his shoulder.
"Ahoy!" he called out, raising his hand.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Richard Hippe
Elwynn Forest
Richard looked around when he heard someone shouting and saw someone off the road. "What?" He asked.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Elwynn
"Hey, is there a bus stop nearby or something?" Alistair asked, not wasting any time.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Alexander
Location
: Elwynn
"I was hoping you could tell me," Alex said, approaching the other two. "I think there's a train station to the north, but that's only if I think we are where I think we are."
Post by
Sparkbolt
Richard Hippe
Elwynn Forest
"No clue." He said shrugging. "But then again this is a dream so there could be one anywhere."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Elwynn
"A dream? What are you talking about, dude?" Mercer quirked an eyebrow.
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