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OOC: Hello and welcome to the Horde's Hope RP. THis is basically a RP that takes place in Durotar, Razor Hill. I'm hoping for atleast 2-5 more people to join. Anyway, basically, you can join in and play along but to do so, please put " [Name] - [Race] [Class]" at the top of all of your posts. Let me add one more thing: Orcs, Taurens, Undead, Trolls, Blood Elves are all members of the Horde. But I'm also adding two more races; The Ogres and the Goblins. So, you have your choice of seven races to pick from. Have fun!
IC: Grok'thar - Orc Hunter
In the town of Razor Hill, Grokthar could be seen sitting by the Barracks, watching people go by. There wasn't much for him to do lately. He had helped with putting down the human marines at the nearby keep, killed some hexed trolls, and stopped some centaurs. But now, life wasn't as exciting as when he was needed.
His heavy axe by his side along with his rifle, he sighed and looked at the clouds floating past him. The sky of Durotar was always pleasing to look at but now even boredom took that away.
The orcish warrior got to his feet, strapped on axe and picked up his gun, and smiled when his Raptor, a companion and friend he had made out in the wilderness, came running for him. "Ah, Riken, you're back!" Grok'thar chuckled as he patted the Raptor's head and looked around. There were some new people in town, some from oversea, possibly.
Grok'thar yelled aloud, "I'm on a quest to kill some bloody razormanes! Who wish to come with me?!"
OOC: All right, feel free to join in and answer his call for help. Or you can just go off and do your own thing and join him later on.
Luxar stepped out of the armory with his newly aquired axe. It was large, heavy and had a nice curve to it. Every thing Luxar looked for in a Pinkskin killing tool. Its blood red blades gave way to a tarnished oaken shaft, with tanned boar hide at the handle, aiding grip nicely for the follow through. Swinging it abought his head a couple more times, before he was truely satisfied, he strapped it onto his back.
Looking abought Razor Hill, there were Orcs and Trolls all over the place, all busying them selves with there own problems. Luxar needed to offer his services to some one. He had spent what little silver he had left on the axe. there was not much to do now. The Alliance Marines were all but taken care of. Echo Island was just abought free of the human spell casters. Then, Luxar's desperation was answered.
'Im on a quest to kill some bloody Razor Manes. Who will help me?'
Luxar cheered at the sun, far as he knew, he hated Razor Manes. Though he never paid much attention to the critters of Durotar. All he wanted to know was where he could go to kill things.
'I will help you, friend. I am Luxar, greatest axe man in all of Durotar'
Luxar stuck out his chest and pounded his mail armour with his right fist, tp try and make himself look intimidating and more than worthy of the challange.
Xaresh walked into the town of Razor Hill, looking at all that lay there. Even though its beauty was nothing compared to his homeland, he still had a strange admiration for this place.
As one of the few of his people wishing not to succumb to his addiction of magic, he also wishes to obtain mastery of his demonic powers. He came here searching for people, orcs to be exact, that could help him do this, but he needed to first make him self allies, people to call friend.
He then heard a call from a orc saying " Im on a quest to kill some bloody Razor Manes. Who will help me?" "You have found yourself one ally among the populace friend. You may call me Xaresh, and I shall aid you in your quest."
Xaresh walked over to the orc, who was joined by another called Luxar, and summoned out his imp. "Let those pigs fear my name, for Xaresh Sunwalker knows no mercy!"
Shaargh N'guhl was a green-skined troll, with a flame-red hair bursting out of his head. His slim and curved body was covered up with a rusty metal plate and a pack of javelins rested upon his back on a leather quiver. The troll warrior held a long and elegant sabre on his right hand and a small, oval, circular shield on his other arm.
He walked slowly trough the streets of Razor Hill, his flaming red eyes staring at everything with deep interest. Images of a differente Razor Hill passed trough the troll's mind, as he remembered previous and distant visits to that place, a long time ago. Since then, he had seen a little bit more of the world, and had done some things he never thought he would do.
A rude voice screaming near him awoke Shaargh from his thoughts. Stretching his back, he stood in his entire height and observed the orc yelling, as some other people already went in his direction.
Shaargh N'guhl scratched his head for a minute and then, as if compelled by a sudden decision, walked towards the orc as well.
Menicles stood by the first aid trainer trying to tye his bandages properly. "This is crud" he said, and decided he was happy that as a mage he could blow things up from a distance.
Trying once more to get the bandage right and once again hearing the trainer berate him for doing it wrong he decided it was time to go out and see if he could finish some of the jobs that had been given to him. As he walked outside he heard the call "I'm on a quest to kill some bloody Razormanes!"
Menicles walked toward the Orc that was calling for help. "I can help you hunt those Razormanes"
OOC: Hey! When I posted my action, I doubted that there would be anyone following it up, because the dates of the starting post and it's replies are a litle bit old. Now, I'm affraid that tokogaro, the guy who started this, doesn't even know that someone replied. And he was the one with de idea for this rp, wich can make things a litle bit difficult. Tell me what do you think Entauru.
In my opinion, we should wait to see if anyone else wants to write something. If no one does, maybe we should just continue ourselfs.
When Shaargh finaly got close, he noticed another troll walking that way.
" Good!" - he thought - " At least there will be someone inteligent enough to talk to."
Shaargh then walked behind the screaming orc and sat on a fallen tree that seemed to be there for that purpose and he observed as the others got together.
OOC: I will be out for the weekend, so I will only be able to answer againd on sunday night or on monday. Btw, I'm Portuguese. Where are you from?
Menicles noticed that only the other troll was still moving around. Realizing that if he was to finish his quest he would need some assistance he said to the troll "Hi, want to come hunting Razormanes with me?"
Endora walked into the city known as razor hill, although walking could be a bad description. She dragged her left leg over the ground. as she entered through the south side of the city, she stopped for a second, looked around and went towards the inn. slowly moving and looking around, she noticed 2 trolls, a blood elf and 2 orcs talking to each other. it was a strange party indeed. but looks can be decieving, so she prepared a spell-like ability and blessed the party with some extra fortitude.
she then progressed towards the inn to get something to eat, for it has been a long time since she had some decent food. corpse-eating is fun, but mostly it isn't very nutricious.
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