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Hello, people. Now that I'm getting a bit used to this place, I thought I would start a small rp. He'res the story: Three decades has passed since World of Warcraft. The Human Kingdoms are at peace. The Dwarves have finally secured their lands. The Forsaken has overcome the Scourge and crushed all of Kel'Thuzad's forces in the Plaguelands. The Orcs now controls much of Southern Kalimdor while the Taurens have fortified their positions in Mulgore and Stonetalon Mountains and the Barrens. The Trolls are still smoking stinkweed and getting high as always. The Gnomes have finally reclaimed Gnomergan. The Blood Elves and the Night Elves have finally given up their prejudices and are now at peace again. The Eredar are busy building a small kingdom of their own in what's left of the reclaimed Plaguelands.
All the while, many of the enemies that plagued Azeroth are vanquished. The Dragonflights are now hidden, staying away from the humans and orcs and the others. Demons have been purged from Azeroth and are back in the Twisting Nether. A functional Portal now connects the Outland with Azeroth and colonies from all races have been built and are growing. The Defias Brotherhood has fallen, their leader dead. Whats left of the renegade orcs have been rounded up by Thrall and his clans.
But, troubles are stiring up in Westfall, once again the breadbasket of Azeroth. Rumors of thieves occupying the Dagger Hills and the underground mines once held by the Brotherhood are plently. The citizens of restored Moonbrook sent in reports of inhuman sounds coming from the Hills. A call to arms has been sounded by the Magistrate Gryan Stoutmantle, made so thanks to his duties in Westfall thirty years ago and because of his work in leading the People's Militia and helping ridding Westfall of the Brotherhood. Gryan Stoutmantle and his advisors awaits anyone willing to come and help look into the events going around. The events are too strange to pass of as a hoax and the Magistrate has agreed to award anyone that solves the troubles with a large prize of gold.
To Join, fill out the sheet. Name: Age: Race: Class: Gender: Appearance: Equipment:
Any race at all can be used, and any classes as well. Necromancer? Fine. Inventor, sure. Knight, go ahead. Use any class found in the Warcraft series. Wardens, Blood Mages, Keeper of the Grove, whatever you want. Just don't be too powerful. Be normal and fair. Think of your characters as Level 20 WoW-wise or Level 3 Warcraft 3-wise, you know what I mean?.
Anyway, as for where you're gonna start... Well, for everyone that signs up to join, you're all gonna start in Moonbrook. There's an inn. There's a schoolhouse. There's three houses. A large building by the Schoolhouse that's the headquarters of the Magistrate Stoutmantle. There's a blacksmith. Plus one large barn by the blacksmith that has been converted into the new mines for Moonbrook with entrance to the Deadmines shut off by an collsaped tunnel, thanks to hired Mages. Inside the mines are patrolling Guards and friendly Miners. Have fun! Play fairly and don't god-mod! Don't be overpowered either!
Guess I'll make a character and start things off. Since there's so many classes and races available to us, with the exception of demons, I'm going to have a hard time deciding now!
Name: Zildak "Zil the Biter" Screwball Age: 34 Race: Goblin Class: Shredder/Engineer Gender: Male Appearance: Zildak stands at only four feet tall, and has a dark green skin with some red tattoos. He wear simple clothes and a bandana, nothing else. Zildak also has filed his teeth into points, with which he likes to bites things. This is the reason why he is infamous, given the name of Zil the Biter. Currently, he keeps a necklace of rings of various lengths and colors; they are, so he says, the fingers of those who pointed their fingers too closely to his mouth... O.o Equipment: Zildak doesn't wear armor or carries weapons as some of his people does. He once worked as a Shredder for the Venture Co. But ever since the fall of Venture Co. thanks to unknown adventurers, Zil had abandoned the company and left to travel the world in his stolen Shredder. The Shredder is nine feet tall, armed with a sawblade and a pincer, and there are multiple sawblades on limbs, allowing him to fight on many angles. He has also added a glass dome to protect himself. With several more modifications, Zil has also added three gun barrels to the pincer-arm, and hooked them up to some buttons. He is able to deliver barrages of bullets though he often runs out of ammo. However, Zil sometimes fights with the oversized Wrench he keeps on the Shredder, one modified to appear as a double-ended wrench with a shaft in the middle. He also wears goggles all the time, and it allows him to see things more closely as well; unfortunately, it makes his eyes looks extremely large when you look at him and often creeps people out.
Appearance: Jubei looks much like any other elf, he was one of the few elves born after the Burning Crusade that were allowed to become one of the
Nymphs. The Nymphs are an elite order of Archers that have good control over nature. Experienced Nymphs can call on Giant Spiders to aid them and use the powers of nature to increase their health regeneration and allow themselves to grow to giant sizes to deal more damage and help others around them deal more damage
Equipment: Jubei is wearing standard leather armour dyed green to match the forest. He is wearing a specialized mask that allows him to regain mana faster, and a bow that is enchanted to not run out of arrows
Abilities: Jubei is incredibly young for an elf and is still training as a Nymph, he can call on smaller spiders to aid him, and is learning how to shout battle cries that increase the damage of those around him. He has not yet begun training in giant growth
Zil stood outside the inn, sitting in the cockpit of his Shredder, singing incohorently while polishing the dashboard and cleaning out dirty spaces. Keeping your Shredder clean and well-maintained was necessary to prevent it breaking down and exploding, as Uncle Screwball found out at the price of his life. Laughing manically with the thought of Uncle Screwball and the unfortunate incident which ended his life, Zildak kept on cleaning.
Most people were leery of coming near him, as you didn't usually see a goblin in a Shredder everyday, especially when it was the infamous Biter. Zildak grinned at everyone suddenly, and the crowd broke into panic, clutching their hands and running away screaming.
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OOC: Dota is a warcraft 3 map, it is the most common created map. The Nymph is one of the heroes that you can choose to be in the map
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Jubei stood at the edge of the village. He was told that in order to proceed with his training he would have to understand outside civilization. He called a spider to his side, it was almost small for a pet, only two feet in diameter, but it had come with Jubei all the way to Moonbrook. Jubei walked toward the inn, he was told that the inn was the best place to start mixing in with society.
As he walked to the inn he saw a great big machine covered in saws and other slicing bits. Jubei had been taught of the shredders in the forest, but he thought that there were no working shredders left. He shuddered at the thought of the damage that shredders could do to the forest in very short amounts of time.
He couldn't bring himself to go into the inn while there was a defiler like the shredder right outside of it so Jubei decided to walk around Moonbrook for a while to see what he could find
Name: Zildak 'Zil the Biter' Screwball
Race: Goblin
Class: Shredder/Engineer
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OOC: Ah, got it. I prefer Land of Legends II myself. Or Aeons of Myths... Those maps were awesome. Um, what kind of elf is Jubei?
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Zildak stared at the elf and shrugged, not understanding why he walked away after looking at his Shredder. Maybe he was a tree hugger? How Zildak hated people like that. Trees grew for a reason... To be cut down by Shredders! Thats why Shredders were made!
"Hehe, stupid elf..." Zildak laughed as he finished up cleaning his Shredder. Eventually, he got out of the Shredder and walked over to the biggest building in Moonbrook, where Magistrate Gryan Stoutmantle was supposed to work in. Outside by the door was a bulletin board. On it said:
"LOOKING FOR BRAVE ADVENTURERS!!!
PEOPLE NEEDED TO INVESTIGATE THE DAGGER HILLS
FIND OUT SOURCE OF STRANGE SOUNDS
RETURN TO MAGISTRATE STOUTMANTLE WITH
REPORT OF WHAT YOU FIND. PRIZE OF 100 GOLD FOR
EVERY PERSON THAT CONTRIBUTES!
"100 gold!? Thats plently of gold for another modification for my Shredder! Bwhahha, I better talk to this Stoutmantle!"
Name NaxRim Race Demonic Orc Class Dragonhunter Appearance NaxRim is rather tall. He has dark skin, and an aura of fire hovers around him. He carries his favorite sword, a greatsword with certain magical properties. He is wearing a fairly standard chain mail set.
He is one of the Dragonhunters. Dragonhunters do not necessarily hunt dragons. They are powerful warriors, wielding large weapons and practicing sorcery. They have made allies with the great dragons of Azeroth.
Name:Gundisalvus
Age: 32
Race: Night Elf
Class:Hunter
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light blue (with patches of dirt) skin, green hair caked with mud and leaves yellow bloodshot eyes
Equipment:Bow gained from his days of thieving, it's ability to magically craft arrows is the only reason he has a small chance of living to see 100
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