This post is looking for a GM interested in a more creative investigation of the Forsaken through the eyes of a recently risen member of their ranks. I am open to a wide variety of avenues for this story to take, but it is my presumption until I'm told otherwise that the story will explore the fascist-like tendencies of the Forsaken, its everyday oddities and culture, all the whilst going on the usual Hack 'n Slash adventures of an adventurer without any of the worst parts of MMORPG storytelling. Currently the main character in my mind is a veteran of Arthas' defend of Lordaeron against the Scourge, an Elven volunteer who enlisted themselves to aid humanity and ate the dirt as a reward... I'm also playing at the idea of them being a San'layn? There's no strong motivation behind this other than that 'vampiric undead' sounds cool in my head. This would also make them far more suitable for smut as a character since they won't be a shambling corpse.
I don't care about being beholden strictly to lore. We can make up whatever we want. The main character can be a variety of gender and sexual orientations.
"About time you woke up."
Each word tests the strength of the stitchjob that keeps the corpseman's face in one piece. Their own body feels remarkably whole in comparison, and the look their caretaker gives them manages to communicate envy even through their ghastly facelift.
"We were ready to toss you into the fire with the others, but it looks like you made it."
They smile. It's horrifying, and seems obviously forced without a shred of deception intended. After a moment, they realize that his body simply lacks the biological impulse to express joy through muscle in their face that no longer exists or is no longer functional. They smile because they know they want to, and their spasming, half-rotten cheek struggles to cooperate with the impossible request.
The stitching tears under the labor, leaving his cheek to fall down to jaw to flab around uselessly with each crunch of his jaw. He doesn't react. Doesn't even notice it, waving his arm towards the miles of graves and dusky woods behind him.
"I am Mordo. And you are the Lich King's slave no longer."
I don't care about being beholden strictly to lore. We can make up whatever we want. The main character can be a variety of gender and sexual orientations.
They will go to any lengths to assure their dark plans come to fruition. As one of the Forsaken, you must massacre ANY who pose a threat to the New Order.
Human.
Undead.
Or otherwise...
"About time you woke up."
Each word tests the strength of the stitchjob that keeps the corpseman's face in one piece. Their own body feels remarkably whole in comparison, and the look their caretaker gives them manages to communicate envy even through their ghastly facelift.
"We were ready to toss you into the fire with the others, but it looks like you made it."
They smile. It's horrifying, and seems obviously forced without a shred of deception intended. After a moment, they realize that his body simply lacks the biological impulse to express joy through muscle in their face that no longer exists or is no longer functional. They smile because they know they want to, and their spasming, half-rotten cheek struggles to cooperate with the impossible request.
The stitching tears under the labor, leaving his cheek to fall down to jaw to flab around uselessly with each crunch of his jaw. He doesn't react. Doesn't even notice it, waving his arm towards the miles of graves and dusky woods behind him.
"I am Mordo. And you are the Lich King's slave no longer."