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The alliances have been formed. Bonds of loyalty have been made. The Horde and the Alliance are at a stand still. Tolerance between the two factions stands upon the edge of a knife and it will only take one false step to cause the ruin of Azeroth. Demon blood has been spilled on Night Elf and Human soil alike, undead flesh has been cut through by the thousands, an Old God has risen in the desert, and a Troll empire is held under sway by a terrible blood-god. The most powerful lich ever to come into creation floats above the blighted lands in the east, the elemental lieutenant of fire resides in the heart of a mountain, and a daughter and son of Deathwing plot against the mortal races. The Dark Portal has been reopened and adventurers flow through to claim the bounty of a forgotten world.
New allies have been found for both sides. Blood Elves give their allegiance to Thrall in hopes of finding their way to Prince Kael’thas, their true leader. Draenei have crash landed in a world unknown to them and the Alliance has extended its welcome.
With so many threats what more is there fight against? What more is there to strike fear into the hearts of the brave warriors of this world? The answer: a book of magnificent power.
This well worn tome lies somewhere in the lands of Kalimdor. Its secrets have been hidden away from mortal eyes for thousands of years. The writings on the yellow pages radiate magic of incalculable destruction and only the Old Gods or Titans could stand against such mysticism. The origins of this book are unknown. Only a handful of the most powerful mages on Azeroth, the Guardians of Tirisfal, knew of its existence but even they dispute about its creator. One guardian believed it was ancient troll magic, more powerful than the voodoo they wield now. Another suggested it was a book of magical incantations written by the Titans themselves.
No matter its source, it is being hunted. Someone has let the existence of this terrible artifact come forth and whoever retrieves it first will have all of Azeroth under foot. What will become of this world? Will it be destroyed, enslaved, or rescued? That is for you to decide.
The journey for the Book of Souls has commenced.
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Hello everyone. I used to come to this site often but it's been awhile since I've been back. So, with the incoming release of The Burning Crusade I thought I would start an RP of my own.
Here are the requirements: Race-see below Gender-Male or Female Class-see below Equipment-The armor and weapons you carry. Affiliation-Alliance, Horde or Independent Description-What you look like as well as what you're wearing, besides your equipment. Backstory-Your characters personality, experiences, why he has chosen the path that he taken, why he is searching for the Book of Souls.
Class-All classes from World of Warcraft are available to their respective races as well as all other races but if you are a race that has a class they wouldn't normally have (Tauren Rogue, Undead Paladin, etc) than give a good explanation. You can also use classes from the Warcraft RPG books and RTS games as well as classes you've created yourself but please explain for fellow rpers so they understand. Your classes also can't be overpowered or godlike.
Races-Alliance:Dwarves, Humans, Night Elves, Draenei, and Gnomes.
Horde: Orcs, Tauren, Forsaken Undead, Trolls and Blood Elves.
Independent: Pandaren, Goblin, Ogres and High Elves(High Elves would
be with the Alliance but we will go off the alliances formed in WoW and also, the High Elves are quite ostracised by the Alliance)
Now, if you choose an independent race you can choose the affliation of Horde or Alliance if you wish but please explain why.
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Here are the rules:
1. Post character decription. Please post your character description at the top of each on topic post.
2. No disrespect or rudeness to other players. Be kind, respectful, and be helpful.
3. Do not post for another player or kill off another player unless asked to. People's characters are their own responsibility.
4. If you cannot continue playing for personal reasons then PM me and I will kill off your character for you or you may do say yourself.
5. Try to post atleast once a week.
6. Be careful with offensive language. We don't wish to offend fellow players.
7. Do not kill important NPCs created by a PC.
8. Do not kill a fellow player. You can injure him/her but no killing.
9. Say Off-Topic or Out Of Character (OT or OOC) when not posting as your character. It will keep things running smoothly.
10. Have fun.
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Hopefully you all enjoy the premise of this RP. I believe it could go a long way. I will post a character later when I have thought of one.
Name-Lothren Brightwood Race-Blood Elf Gender-Male Class-Blood Knight (Paladin) Equipment-Crimson plate mail protects his body with dark black runes intricately painted along the sides. The phoenix symbol of his race is proudly displayed in gold on the front of the well crafted armor. His helmet is the same shade as his armor and a metal plume juts from the forehead moving back with a ruby in the center. The plume itself is quite like a fiery feather of their iconic bird. Blackened leather gloves and plate boots lined with animal hide glow with red runes inscribed on them.
His warhammer is a mockery of those wielded by the Knights of the Silver Hand. The long wooden shaft is made of gnarled, black oak that resembles the bark of trees touched by the plague of undeath. The head is that of a phoenix, painted deep red with hues of orange and bright yellow eyes. The beak of the mystical bird is curved down and the point is incredibly sharp. A red aura of malice illuminates the weapons head. It is weapon to be respected. Affiliation-Horde (Though his true loyalty lies with Prince Kael’thas) Description- Lothren is a head taller then the average human and his slight frame is the same as his kin though a bit muscular. His emerald eyes stand out against his crimson armor and long, shoulder length hair. Lothren’s face is angular and strong, with a chiseled jaw and smooth, fair complexion.
A long red cape with gold edges drapes behind Lothren’s back displaying the Blood Elf symbol in full glory. He wears a ring on each ring finger. One, a simple silver band with an emerald in its center, given to him by his fiancé as a gift a year before she was killed in the Third War and the other, a gold band that depicts a phoenix eating a ruby sun. Backstory-Lothren was a warrior in the ranks of the Quel’thalas army when the Scourge attacked. Wielding sword and shield he fought against the undead menace intensely but their sheer numbers overwhelmed the valiant elves. Retreating with a handful of his fellow countrymen into the forest, Lothren swore revenge upon the undead and their leader, Arthas.
Wandering the forest of Quel’thalas scavenging for food and fending off troll ambushes, Lothren and his men were found a few years later by their kin. When they fled Quel’thalas after its destruction they began to feel the magic addiction setting in. They were able to sustain themselves off of the Troll magic users they fought but they were not strong enough to fight their way out of their homeland to find help. Lothren’s company was stranded in they’re own land for years waiting for help. That help came in the form of Lor’themar Theron, leader of the Azeroth Blood Elves.
Lothren was soon told the tale of Prince Kael’thas, his expedition to Outland, and their new alliance with the Horde by Lord Theron. He embraced the new title of Blood Elf and was only too willing to accept the stolen power of the Naaru, becoming a member of the Blood Knight order, trading his sword and shield for a finely crafted warhammer.
He is still unsure of this alliance. Lothren has very little respect for Orcs and even less for Trolls, whether they’re forest or jungle. The Tauren seem honorable, if a bit primitive, and though he hates the Scourge he realizes the difference between them and the Forsaken, willing to accept those under the command of Sylvanas Windrunner as allies. His loyalty will always fall to that of Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider but for now he will respect the bonds that have been made.
Lothren had heard about the Book of Souls in books in the Quel’thalas library. He drank in knowledge at every turn but could only find brief lines about the tome. It was always spoken of as a book of immense power hidden somewhere in the west. The elf had dismissed as a legend and paid it no heed, until recently. After hearing patrons in a local tavern mention the book and knowing now that the lands in the west were something of fact, he has left on his own to find it. Perhaps its pages hold some answer to their addiction but if not, it is still a powerful artifact that should be in the hands of the Blood Elves. But, where to look first?
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I know, long as hell but I won't post the backstory everytime.
Last edited by BleedingJester; 23-10-2006 at 04:01 AM..
This sounds very interesting Bleed, so I think il jump on the train.
Name: Shanda Windcaller Race: Human Gender: Male Class: Mage (And this is not the wow-mage class, more like the actual azerothmages as described in the books.)
Equipment: Shanda is clad in midnight blue robes, with silverrunes running down the sleeves. A similar midnight blue hood is fastened to the back of the robes, and when worn hides the face of the wearer in darkness. Also Sturdy Leather boots and gauntlets, made for traveling in harsh conditions, darkbrown in color.
He has a black belt around his waist, those also with simple silver runes, and fastened to the belt is a number of small pouches. He also wears a long but simple woolen cloak, which of course is blue in color. To this comes a backpack, its content is for now unknown, but food and water is most likely found there.
But of all his possessions, Shanda values his staff highest. Though it at first looks like a simple wooden staff, made of oak or some common tree. A closer look will reveal a clear white stone inside the wood on the top of the staff. HE also wears a medallion around his neck, A flat golden disk with the insignia of the Dalaran mages carved onto it.
Afflication: Independant (more about that later)
Description: What at first makes you notice shanda is apart from other humans is his intelligent, intensive and striking blue eyes. A large mane of fiery hair, and his handsome features. He has a well buildt body, not muscular, but slim and almost agile in appearance. Some would say that he would look noble, independant and powerfull. But sad memories and years of mourning and grief has placed deep marks on his face...
Backstory: Shanda was born in a middleclass family living in Dalaran. His father was a scholar and worked with books for the mages. His mother ran a small shop on the bottom floor of their house, selling herbs and flowers.
From the very beginning it was clear that Shanda had a great inclination towards magic, and he soon wore the purple adepts robe of the Dalaran mage society.
The years passed by and Shanda by far exceeded his fellow students . And one year before the betrayal of Arthas and the invasion of the legion and the scourge Shanda was allowed to wear the blue robes and was given the Dalaran insignia. Around that time shanda also found the love of his life, Shira was her name. She was a student as shanda had been.
Their love was like one of those lovesongs you never want to end, and for a few months they lived happily togheter, with no troubles on the horison.
But Then the war came, most of the population evactuated the city before it fell in undead hands, and so did Shandas family, including his wife, which was yet to untrained to fight in the war. But only days later Shanda and the troops he was assigned to support passed a scene of terrible slaughter and death, There he found his family, all butchered and mutilated. There he also found his wife. Later Shanda learned that the soldiers who was supposed to guard the townsfolk until they reached safe lands had abandoned them in the wilderness.
The war went bad, most of the human lands fell under the growing darkness, and with despair Shanda saw the failing alliance succumb into itself. And the day he got orders telling him to oversee the execution of a number of highelfs, now called bloodelfs, charged for high treason against the Alliance he had finally had enough. The Alliance was responsible for the death of his family. The death of his belowed wife, the death of all those he had ever held dear.
He left the army camp and cut all his association with his former nation and loyalties, the corruption had gone to far.
From there he travelled to kalimdor, and fought the legion, but this time as an anonymous spellcaster, After its defeat Shanda has been in a state of numbness, dark memories always threat to overwhelme him, and now he only seeks sanctuary and cleansing for his battared soul..
(Yes I did not include any story for the book, but thats a thing I want shanda to be drawn into.)
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Life is the future not the past..
Well, it seems that those this has gotten a bit of attention from people, it hasn't been enough to get people to join in. If it doesn't fill up a bit sooner than I'll just close it up.
Equipment - Sangellas wears a full set of modified Dark Iron Plate, save the helmet. The regelia has been made lighter and more flexible, and engraved with dark runes and sigils of power. He wields a massive two-handed sword, known as "Retribution". The sword is about 4 feet long, 3 feet thick, unimaginably sharp, undulling, engraved with a single symbol. It glows with the radiance of fire, and burns all who touch it except for Sangellas himself. Sangellas also wears a black cape, a black cowl complete with hood, a necklace with the symbol of Quel'thalas, and a ring with a brilliant diamond, the diamond holding a rune identical to the one on the Avenger.
Affiliation - Horde, though his true alliances are with the Blood Elves.
Description - Sangellas has black hair flowing past his neck, resting on his shoulders, a goatee, two deep, golden eyes despite his peoples' curse, fair-colored skin, if slightly tanned, and his body burned with runes of power; arcane, dark, and holy.
Backstory - Almost 7 millenia ago, in the lands known as the Tirisfal Glades, mystical beings known as the Celestials found an infant high elf abandoned in a secluded grove. His parents were found nearby, dead. The sympathetic beings of Light took the child, raising him as their own. Giving him the name "Sangellas", the immortal angels knew that they could not bring the child to the higher plane they lived upon. Making the ultimate sacrifice, they stayed in an isolated area in the mountains south of future Quel'thalas. They hoped the could raise the boy to become a champion of the Light. As they raised the boy, they were amazed by his power. What also suprised them was his intellect, and the rate at which he absorbed knowledge. He was as pious as them, reassuring their hopes he would become a servitor of the Light. About 6,500 years after they found him, they finally allowed Sangellas to rejoin his people. Fighting for the elves, Sangellas dropped his righteous fury upon his peoples' enemies with his magical weapon crafted for him by unknown sources. And so he earned the nick name, "The Blood Angel". The ancient, yet still youthfull paladin-- not bound to the Sunwell, fought against the Scourge in solitude during the invasion on Quel'thalas. He even stayed there after the rest had fled. After the blood elves' return, he helped rebuild the magical kingdom. Though he is disgusted by the Blood Knights' sick manipulation of the Holy Light, he continues to fight alongside, and teaching those who are willing to listen. Hearing of the Book of Souls, a magical tome he had only once heard several millenia ago, he set out to either claim or destroy it, depending on it's nature. His greatest hopes are that it can cure his people's magical thirst and be used to destroy the Burning Legion. That, or destroy it before it falls into the wrong hands.
((This was as short as I could make it. I'm going to try out my new RP character))
Equipment: Entauru's armour was gifted to him by the spirits of the Grasslands, it is made of leather and bone held together by grasses. When he is in the grasslands he can camoflauge very well as the armour helps hime hide. However the armour gets many strange looks from almost anyone that isn't a Tauren. Entauru carries a great Staff that is far too big for anyone but a tauren to carry, it is simply too big.
Affiliation: Entauru works for the Cenarion Circle, but has proven that he is an incredible ally of the Horde, doing all that he can to aid the Horde's efforts
Description Entauru is huge. Even other Tauren find him to be large. He is incredibly strong and makes sure to keep his body in as perfect shape as possible. He has long braided hair going down his back, and has braided his beard.
Backstory Entauru had been a Shaman in Cairne Bloodhoof's clan before the Orks came. When the Orks came during the invasion by the burning legion Entauru had helped them to defeat their enemies. Entauru belived that the Orks were a noble race and deserved as much help as possible. The fact that the Orks helped the Tauren beat back the Centaurs of the Barrens was a good thing in his eyes too. After the war during the truce the Night Elves began recruiting Druids from the ranks of the Tauren. Entauru was a logical first choice as he was already in touch with the Earth Mother. During his training he excelled although he never liked the forests of the elves. When he returned to the grasslands as a full druid he was gifted his armour in return for promising to be a defender of the Earth Mother for the rest of his life. He agreed.
Race Pandaren Gender Male Class Shaman Equipment leather scraps as clothing, a large wooden pole and a keg of ale Affiliation Independent Description a dark haired pandaren, dark brown but fluffy and rather round ^^ Backstory As a young Pandaren, Alexton was fascinated by the lightning, how it could ligth the sky when in the darkest moments. When he grow older, he wanted to study the lightning closer, but that phenomena always happened to far away from him. Untill he saw a "cow" forming a ray of lightning between his hands. He wanted to learn more of this way to control nature. So he started to follow the path of the shaman. he studied the arts of creating lightning for many years, and learned to control fire and ice as well. But his main love was with the lightning. Now he roams the lands as a traveler, creating beer from the herbs he finds on his way and selling it in every town he comes across. That's how he makes a living for himself. and maybe, someday, he might actually save the world.
That should be before Race. Thanks. 
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