Warcraft 3(sign-ups)

[ragenfury]

Ok, so I am doing this as an experiment. I want to see if changing what happened in Warcraft 3 would work. It would be creating our own lore. Like...
Does Archimonde ever get summoned? Does Illidan flee to Outland? Does Arthas ever turn evil? Does the Plague of Undeath even start? etc.

Remember, all lore up to the beginning of Warcraft 3 still stands, including Medivh opening the Dark Portal, Ner'Zhul being made the Lich King, etc.

So, sign-up sheet!
Name:
Age:
Race:(any known race in the Warcraft universe)
Class:(any that exsist in Warcraft RPG)
Appearance:
Affiliation:
Rank:
History:


My sign up is as follows....
Name: Aewon Garith

Age:22

Race:Human

Class:Paladin

Appearance:Aewon is about 6 feet tall, with golden-red hair tied back in a ponytail. He also has a small goatee, golden-red also.

Affiliation: Knights of the Silver Hand

Rank:Private

History: Aewon was born in Andorhal to Sarah and Erick Garith. His father was a Paladin, so Aewon was sent to Stratholme to train as a Paladin also.

He has completed his training and has been a full-fledged Paladin for two years. He is friends with another newly trained Paladin, Daved Tamanes.


so post your sign-ups! :laugh:

[Nork]

Name: Sazza (no last name)

Age: 35

Race: Human

Class: Rouge

Appearance: Dark tanned leather from head to toe. Carrying 2 curved daggers.

Affiliation: SI:7 oprative, status is inactive from service.

Rank: Corpral

History: Sazza is what is known as a problem child. When he was a small boy he would go snooping abought, stealing stuff from the local shops. At 14 he was banished from stratholm for spying on the King. But he did not get far when a Rouge by the name of Alamon, saw skill in the small boy and took him under his wing. Introducing sazza to the underworld of Special Investigation's branch 7. It was here that Sazza honned his skills in the art of espionage and ambush tactics, also known as the 'black arts'.

Now Sazza wounders the Eastern Kingdoms as a begger and lonely waunderer. Un-Undercover persona for his true identity. When ever a King, Baron, Lord or Aristocrat is assassinated, you can garentee that Sazza is not too far away.

[ragenfury]

Sazza-/accepted!

[Nork]

sweet. i could be an informant of scourge activity, or summink, or a scout of some sort.

[IamOrc]

Name: Seras Sunstalker

Age: 22

Race: High Elf

Class: Warlock

Appearance: Well built, similar to others of his race, but has black hair and brown eyes as opposed to golden hair and blue eyes for an unknown reason.

Affiliation: Magi of Dalaran

History: Seras has always been a bit of a curiosity to all that have ever met him. He was not all that different from others of his race, but his different color hair and eyes made him an outcast. He began studying at the mageocracy of Dalaran at a young age, but even there he was shunned. This is what made him turn to demonic magick. He embraced the darkness, and he made a vow that he would show everyone that he wasn't just some weird elf with dark hair. He is now currently traveling across the Eastern Kingdoms seeking to test his strength and to prove his worth to the world.

[Entauru]

Name: Aanson Nolander

Age: 58

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Appearance: Aanson Nolander is an aging mage of Dalaran. With a long beard that is starting to turn grey, Aanson's physical strength is diminishing. Devoting his life to magic has left him thin. He is starting to stoop at the shoulders, but he is still tall at 6'1

Affiliation: Mage of Dalaran

Rank: Teacher

History: At a young age Aanson was recruited into the mageocracy of Dalaran. Working his way up in the mage city to the position of teacher. When the second war broke out Aanson fought against the orcs as the head of a group of his students. After the war Aanson was glad to return to the position of teacher. Growing old and getting better at magic were what he did for the years leading up to the third war. He has magics that he uses to carry his things when he travels, a thing he tries not to do as much anymore since he started getting older.

[SadisticYoda]

This is my first post here. I've had some experience on other RP forums, so I hope you accept me!

Name: Shoax Nerkwail
Age: 19
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Appearance: Shoax is most recognizable by his dark features, including his skin, eyes and hair. He is of average height and is fairly well-built. His hair is greasy and messy. He carries a sword and a shield and wears light mail, all of which look severely weatherbeaten.
Affiliation: Wanderer
Rank: --
History: Shoax was born in Stranglethorn Vale to mage parents. He grew up in an orphanage in Darkshire. There he developed his hate towards the undead and the parents he never knew. He fell in love with the sword at a young age, and has hidden aspirations to become a Paladin. Eventually driven out of Darkshire because of his radical way of thinking and tendency to go out on private raids, Shoax vowed to eventually join the ranks of the Paladins. Weapons in hand, he now travels Northern Lorderon to seek out Uther Lightbringer.

[NioTheDreamer]

Name: Sophia
Age: 23
Class: Priest

Appearance: Sophia is a soft-featured girl with dark hair. Her checks and face have very soft and delicate curse. Her eyes are a pale green in color but despite her almost unnaturally kind face her body is well built. However most that meet her would not be able to immediately know this. She wears loss robes most of the time of various tinted blues, reds, purples and other cool colors. She never wears yellows and oranges (at least as primary colors) because well they are just not her personality. Sophia is often a little disheveled looking and her hair is usually a little messy. She wears it loose and the general effect is that you can tell she worries about things.

Personality: Sophia is quite. She talks in a soft voice, though she usually willing to have polite conversations. She is friendly and generally warm hearted. She is the kind of person that it is hard to hate. She makes friends with anyone willing to be kind to her in return. Though her upbringing was a conservative one her heart is too big to be overly judgmental and though she harbors ill feelings towards various groups (trolls, orcs, outsider humans) she can overcome her own bias behaviors if they prove false.

In battle Sophia is persistent and fights to the end. Though it’s hard to tell how she would due against anyone other then a hated enemy. Still it should be noted that she fights harder for others then she would for her own life. Sophia has a strong sense of responsibility and she will stand up for others if the need arises.

Though protective of others Sophia tends to forget about herself and put herself through unneeded hardships for the benefit of others. She is also gullible and tends to believe others too easily, though it is this trait that makes her open minded. Yet this part of her life seems to conflict with the intelligence she does possess and her heart often helps her find the right paths even among lies.

History: Sophia was a small town farm girl before the coming of the demons. Her father was a veteran in the wars against the orcs and hated them with a passion. Still he was good man and had three sons, each of which helped him on the farm and assisted in growing crops. Sophia’s family was a little sexist in ways. The general idea was woman had their place, but still Sophia’s father wanted a good life for her. So when she grew older she was sent to train as a priest, a profession her father did admire. He had been saved many times in the war by brave knights and priests. Though Sophia could not become a priest the healing arts were still open to her. And so she went from her shelter life into a much greater populace. Her first discovers were that she was a little sheltered as to the pains of the world. Though she knew of violence and bloodshed from her father she had always assumed they were a thing of wars, not everyday life. And quickly she became home sick but her feelings were never resolved as the armies of the orc raiders (remaining few of the second war) began to march and she was called to heal the sick. In her service she saw many a horrible thing. And her stomach for gore developed. She was brave and courageous and her upbringing made her willing to get her hands dirty. But she didn’t feel she could do enough at the hospital beds and a few of the soldiers that had an eye for her gave her training in swordsmanship.

Affiliation: Order of the Light

[electro]

Name: Enalia Naëndel
Race: Night elf
Age: 56
Class: Hunter
Pet: Actaron (Green spider)

Affiliation: Strider of Nature's grasp

Appearance:
Enalia is a dark purple skinned girl with a ponytail of long white hair. her face is covered with a one-colored butterfly tattoo and has light blue eyes. she always wanders around in thight leather vestments of a dark red colour. she can also be spotted in a pink gawn but those are only special occasions

History:
Growing up between the trees of Teldrassil, Enalia played a lot in the woods. by knowing the woods and familiarizing with them, she became passionate with protecting them. one a warm day in the neighberhood, she was playing in the forest when her parents called her in. her father had a surprise for her because it was her birthday. She got a brand new composite bow with a set of 200 arrows. Enalia was overcome with joy that she went to see the eldest hunter for teachings and archery lessons. after years of intense training, she finally was ready for her companion and the ways of controlling it. she went to look for a suitable pet. a tiger? no. how about a bear? not a chance. her eye fell on the bright green spider she saw not so far from her point of standing.

the next couple of years (after the taming of Actaron, the spider) were quiet calm. till the day came that she started traveling. she took the boat at auberdine and set sail for the land called eastern kingdoms. We find her here in the neighberhood.

Personality:
Enalia is a quiet person, silent but fair and honest. she's says little unless it is required. when there are comrades in need of help, she will not hesitate to shoot a couple of arrows into the skin of the attacker(s). she's not a party animal and likes to stay outside during the night to calm down from all the excitement during the day.

Actaron is a shy spiderling who only listens to Enalia and warns her of closing danger. always keeping Enalia company and staying at her side, he's gotten very attached to her (and offcourse she to him). He will not let any harm come to Enalia.

[PaperBard]

I have a question... is this going to be a formal RPG with Levels, and rules, and combat, and stuff... or is it going to be freeform? Anyway... here's my character.

Name: Bondan Grassburner Biggerwillies
Race: Gnome
Age: 30
Class: Tinker

Affiliation: Neutral

Appearance:
Bondan is an odd looking fellow. He has bright red, curly hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in months. He has ruddy cheeks and pale skin... dotted with freckles all around his bulbous nose. His green eyes are constantly on the lookout for anything that might serve as a component for one of his many wild inventions. Bondan is short, standing only 3'5"... and weighing only 45 lbs.

History: Bondan rarely speaks about his past. If one listens intently to his constant mutterings, however, they might be able to catch little glimpses of it. Bondan's parents were traveling inventors. They never stayed in one place too long... preferring to move to different towns once the income started to abate. Because of their wandering nature, the Biggerwillies were sometimes compared to the traveling Goblin merchants... which angered the gomes greatly. Heated arguments would often ensue, usually ending with the Biggerwillies packing up and moving on.
As a child, Bondan displayed a knack for technology, with a special aptitude for gunpowder and fierarms. He made his first "boomtwig" when he was 12... a feat which also ended up in the removal of his eyebrows, which he quickly grew back.
When he came of age, Bondan left his family to start his own venture... the Biggerwillie Traveling Emporium of Gnomish Genius 2. He carries a flintlock pistol he made himself as well as tools and some components for his inventions.

Personality:
Bondan is a quiet, eccentric genius. He is often muttering to himself about everything and anything... but mostly he mutters complex equations that only he understands. He is not very social (for a gnome), and has had trouble getting contracts because of this, though his employers are always satisfied with his exceptional work. Even though Bondan isn't very sociable, he is still a gnome, and if you manage to get him to talk normally, you will be very sorry you did so. Once his lips start flapping, there are very few things that can stop them. He'll talk you're ear off over the different types of dirt particles if given a chance.

[Nork]

This post has been here for some time. Is there still any interst in it? If so then we need to start thinking abought getting an RP thred started. If Ragenfury still stalks these forums then i suggest he start it, as it is his baby.

[Entauru]

Yeah, I've been wondering about that too. Maybe someone else could start a different thread with the same RP idea. Changing the story of WC3 is really interesting to me. So Ragenfury come back. . . Perhaps one more week and we'll have to get someone else to start this.

-Entauru

[SadisticYoda]

I'd gladly participate in this story if someone else would continue it. It's a really nice idea, and I even plotted what I want this character to end up doing. It would be cool to work on it.

[IamOrc]

If the original person does not return then I would have no qualms about taking over the helm of the thing.

[electro]

OOC: let's just start, shall we?

RP:
The story begins: In the lonely forests of Ashenvale, there walked a young night elf named Enalia.

(short beginnings, should be very easy to pick up :p)

[IamOrc]

OOC: Works for me.

RP: Seras was in his study pouring over his demonic books and runes. His hunger was reaching an all time high. He sat there chanting a spell and summoned forth his pet, a imp named Geltop. He sent his pet over to his window to watch to see if any was coming.
He never did like being disturbed, especially when mastering his magicks. But alas, his imp couldnt stop his tormentors at the school from teleporting in.

"Not tonight." Seras thought to himself.

The biggest bully, the royal hotshot of the school, sneered at Seras "Even for an elf your a sorry excuse for a wizard."

"Leave you arrogant fool. You've picked the wrong night to disturb me." Seras responded calmly.

"Hah, you've never done anything before you coward, I doubt you'll do anything tonight." And with that, Seras' tormentor fired a fire bolt at Seras.

Seras dodged, and for the first time in his life, lost his temper. "Thats it, you pathetic scum. You've tried me for too long. Now im going to make an example out of you and your lackey!" With this statement, Geltop jumped onto the face of the leaders lackey, and proceded to rip his eyes from their sockets. Seras, on the other hand, began to glow with a dark energy.

"What...Wha...What is that?!? Your a freak of an elf. GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Seras' tormentors fear could be heard.

"Don't like it now huh?" Hah ha ha, typical." Seras was speaking with a demonic presence in his voice that had been unearthed in his rage.
"Prepare for your death, human." Seras then picked up his Runed Sword that had been passed from Father to Son for generations within his family, and shot a flaming blast from his blade, killing his old tormentor.

"Come Geltop, we are leaving this patheric excuse of a school." With that, Seras used his magick to pack his belongings, sealed thme into a dimensional rift, and left the Academy of Dalaran in the dead of the night.

[Entauru]

OOC: well then here I go

RP:

"One dead and one missing?" Aanson sighed "Not only that but the demonic tomes that are restricted to all but the most powerful mages have been taken."

The mage that Aanson was talking to spoke up "We have made a check of the dormitories. The slain human was a ringleader of a group of student hooligans, his name was Jarome Mindusely, the missing person is an Elf, Seras Sunstalker. He is an outcast of sorts. It wouldn't surprise me if Jarome had been tormenting him."

"Have any attempts been made to locate this Seras?" Aanson asked.

"No." Replied the other mage.

"Well then I think we should go about finding him soon and figuring out why he went so far as to kill a fellow student."

Feeling saddened at the loss of two students Aanson went to his quarters to meditate and try to find a solution to the problems that had come up over that incident

[SadisticYoda]

The night was cold and lonely. The forests of Lorderan were always like this during the dark hours of the night, but it seemed worse than usual tonight. Nevertheless, Shoax pushed forward, determined to meet with Uther.

It was only a few hours later, minutes after sunrise that Shoax found the Silver Hand's camp. It was populated only with soldiers, and several of which could be seen outside setting up for another day's journey.

At that moment, Shoax saw Uther walk out of the largest tent. After nearly four months of traveling and searching, Shoax had reached his goal. Slowly but anxiously, Shoax advanced to the Paladin.

"Lord Uther!" Shoax asked

Uther shot Shoax a strange glance. He had just woken up, but was awake enough to notice that something just wasn't right about this new face.

"Yes.. what is it citizen?"

"Sir! My name is Shoax Nerkwail of Darkshire. I request training as a Paladin of the Silver hand." Replied Shoax nervously

Uther took another look at the warrior in front of him. His clothes we're torn, sword nearly worn to nothing, hanging onto it's belt by a mere string. The shield was splintered and unready for combat. Shoax's face was freshly cut and weatherbeaten. He looked as if he had been through hell and back.

"Denied citizen. You're dismissed!" Replied the Paladin

A look of anguish filled Shoax's face. After training for this long, and looking so far, he had been denied just like that? He spoke hastily:

"But Sir! I've been training for years, and I have been --" He was cut off

"I said denied! Dismissed!" Replied Uther angrily.

Shoax thought to himself. It couldn't just end like this.

"At least let me join your ranks as a solider! Please sire!"

Uther was getting very noticeably angry. He was tired of seeing this swine's face. This was not a good way to start out the day.

"Guards, get this man out of my sight."

Uther turned his back to the shattered Shoax. He was nudged by a fellow guard to move on. As he walked away, he reflected on how long he had wished to become a Paladin, how he wanted to kill the Undead for his land. But all this was denied by only a few words from a tired and angry man.

Shoax lay in the bushes. He waited for the men to finish packing up their camp, and move on. Shoax would follow them. He would never give up his ultimate dream.

[Nork]

Sazza - Human - Paladin (i know, i put him as a rogue.)

As the party packed the last of the tents, Sazza Noticed a rugged looking stranger crouching in the bush's. This was the traveller that Uther had denied training to. Sazza had felt that Uthers judgemant in the matter was unfair. They needed all the help they could. The Orcs may have been sub-dued, but the opratives within SI:7 have reason to believe that the threat was not past.

Against his better judgemant and that of Uther, his captain. Sazza decided to give the guy the benifit of the doubt. He sheathed his large sword on his back and strolled over to the man still crouching in the bushes, who tried to creep even further in, hopeing that Sazza had not seen him.

'come now friend, there isno reason to hide. I am Sazza. High Paladin for Uther Lightbringer of the Silver Hand. I understand youare looking for work?'

The man came out from the bush's and introduced himself as Shoax.

'Though you are denied training as a Paladin, i can take you under as an aid. You will carry my baggage and pay close attention during my training and you may learn something. With time and new equipment, Uther may reconsider.'

[Entauru]

Aanson Nolander - Mage

Aanson had made up his mind. He was going to find this runaway and bring him back to Dalaran. Runaways were not uncommon in the school, however usually they didn't kill anyone on their way out.

Aanson made his way to the stables. If he was going to leave Dalaran the least he could do was have some comfort. He found his horse Charger in the stables well cared for.

"Charger, there was a runaway, and I need you to help me find him" Aanson had found that talking to his horse comforted it. He put saddle bags with all of his supplies onto the horse and grabbed his staff.

"Lets go." he said and began riding into the nearby forest. He had found runaways before, and knew that Seras would probably try to hang low in the forest for a while.

[IamOrc]

Seras Sunstalker-Warlock

Seras had traveled far, and was weary from exhaustion. He had expended much of his energy keeping himself hidden, and zigzagging to avoid the people who would be trying to find him.

But alas, he was being followed Aanson, and he was a persistent mage. Seras heard a horses hooves, and knew he had been found. But then he also saw some furblogs, which appeared mad with anger.

"Ahh yes, they shall do nicely." Seras said in a laughing tone. "Geltop, attract the attention of the furblogs to the north. I shall resummon you when you are done."

Geltop shot a firebolt at the furblogs as Seras hid himself. The furblogs chased the imp, and Seras' ploy worked. The furblogs killed Geltop, of course, but they had also crossed paths with Aanson. The furblogs stopped, saw him, then attacked.

"Foolish wizard, you'll have to do better then that." Seras said to himself. Seras then saw a felsteed where the furblogs had been. "Well now, what a nice surprise." Seras enslaved the felsteed, hopped on, resummoned his imp, and went speeding away.

[Entauru]

Aanson Nolander - Mage

Aanson saw a lone person who he assumed to be Seras up in the distance. He was about to call out, when he saw the imp.

"oh no," he thought "Seras has been dabbling in demonic magics, this is far worse than I imagined."

The imp wandered over to a group of furbolgs. Knowing that the imp would draw the furbolgs to him Aanson prepared his battle magics. "I'm getting too old for this" he thought. As the furbolgs came over he began casting a blizzard from on his horse. The furbolgs were caught in the falling ice as they tried to attack him. When the blizzard was finished Aanson urged Charger to run a fair distance from the furbolgs, then Aanson started another blizzard.

By the time the second blizzard was finished all of the furbolgs were dead. However Aanson was greatly fatigued from concentrating on the spells. He cast a simple detect magic spell and pushed Charger to follow the trail of demonic magic.

He once again began following the trail of Seras

[SmartAzz]

OOC: is it too late for me to join? if so, just flame me about it :D

Character:
Lisan Aulira: human cleric

History: Lisan was raised with deeply religious and orderly ideals. Since women are not allowed to become paladins, she became a travelling cleric, spreading order and 'proper' morals. The people who do not agree with these morals are to be taught in a different way, a forceful way. standing about 5,8 tall, with her armor and a serious look in her face, she appears quite formidable. She usually wields a mace and a medium shield. When not performing her clerical 'duties' she is actually quite a nice person, even though she doesnt really know how to keep her life and job separated.

While travelling to the wizard's academy, Lisan heard a blast. Violence could not possibly be a good sign, so she decided to follow the sound of the blast. Saw the furbolgs and a wizard. Hold and identify yourself! What are you doing here, and why are you using violence against these peaceful creatures?

[IamOrc]

Seras SunStalker-Warlock

OOC: Not at all. Get cracking.

Seras had always been good at hiding, then again his only friend had taught him some rogue tactics before he had gone missing. This had now come to his aid, as he saw a female human goingm towards Aanson.

"Why, humans are such oblivious creatures, they really must try harded." Seras murmured to his imp. "Now this would be the perfect time to try out my new 'pet'." Seras opened one of his demonic tomes and began his incantation. "Okli, Maggock, Fesar, Beruit!"

A blackish-blue smoke appeared where Geltop had once stood, and out of it came a VoidWalker. "Hello there, you shall be named Gal'thar. Now then, care to get the attention of those fools? I'm sick of running."

Seras watched as his new demon went over, and when it had almost arrived to the human female, who was closest, he called out "Hello, girl, are you ready to die?" The demonic tones in Seras' voice had once again resurfaced. He began channeling a shadowbolt, and Gal'thar taunted her. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You shall be the first in my own little crusade, you pathetic human!" Seras fired his bolt, and the battle had begun.

[SmartAzz]

Lisan Aurila-Cleric

As she heard a dark voice coming from the other side, a shiver went through her body. She had to make a choice, she could run, confront the dark voice on her own, or ask this other mage to join in the battle. Each choice had disadvantages, but since running was not an option, and she didn't trust the other wizard either, she would be facing this dark voice by herself.

It was then that she noticed the strange, and clearly hostile creature. "I may not know what sort of abomination you are, but you are a demon, and thus you must be PURGED!"

After she pushed the void walker back, by striking it once, she noticed the channeling shadow bolt. With her heavy armor and equipment, there was no way to dodge it. The only way was to enchant her shield, gore?-vitsji-PETTO she chanted. Considering that she did not know the strength of the mage, she could not tell for sure if her shield would hold or not. This spell had saved her against quite some blows and spells however, so it just had to hold.

[TheAcolyteOfDeath]

Name:Azagol
Race:Undead
Class:Deathknight
Age:22
Appearence:Rides on a boney hoarse of DEATH! A Long Black Cape. Long white hair,Spiked Armor,Taterd Black Pants.
History:Born a Paladan, Prince Arthur was once prince untill Prince Arthas took his place after he died. Arthur died slow and painfully as a prisoner to the Undead. He was reincarnated as a Deathknight. And for the undead to make up of what he did to him, They made him king..Of ALL Undead. Now he calls him self Azagol:King Of Undead! And he plans to kill Arthas for taking his place As Prince!
Affiliation:The White Deaths
Rank:Deathknight
Weapon:A Huge Sword Thats Alomost The Size Of The Hoarse That Can Cast many Spells.
Level:100