Sinerathin

"Shadows of the Past" Roleplay Interest Check: Looking for more members.

Double post, this site can be difficult sometimes :P

"Shadows of the Past" Roleplay Interest Check: Looking for more members.

Fortunately this RP doesn't require any heavy amounts of knowledge of the universe. It helps, but it isn't necessary. In fact, what we're dealing with currently might sound familiar to anyone who has any familiarity to early renaissance europe/late medieval Europe coupled with bits of fantasy. The roleplay is currently taking place in the human capital of Stormwind, which should be quite familiar to most.

We have room for a lot of playstyles. We're only 3 so far(4 with you).

Do you want to be an engineer of sorts, tinkering with crazy gadgets? or a holy paladin/priest? a merchant type who deals in all things of wealth? Maybe something to do with magic? or a hybrid? Or just an average peasant in the wrong place at the wrong time?

We are not limited by the ingame classes in this RP. You can play as whatever you want as long as it is within the realms of reason.

The current group setup has a lot covered already(magic, physical and alchemy), but we don't have a holy/divine character for that matter.

"Shadows of the Past" Roleplay Interest Check: Looking for more members.

We would be happy to have you aboard, Drew. The more the merrier :)

I realize there might be a lot of information about, so I'll start off with two basic questions:
1.Do you already have any experience or previous knowledge of Warcraft, or is this the first time you've heard of it?

2. Do you have any ideas for what your character will be like, or do you just have a concept, aka a playstyle or form that you prefer to play the most.

Feel free to ask any other questions you might have. I'm here to answer them all.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

While the main center of attention in the room was centered around Serphia and the healing act, Donald peered carefully around from underneath his hood. He was still being held by one of the large Night Elves, but had chosen to remain weak and not attempt any resistance. There was no reason to give his captor any reason to increase the strength on her grip on him unless he knew he could get away.

The assassin managed to observe that the Night Elf's attention seemed to be mainly focused on her Captain, and not on him.
The door was not too far away either, as the sentinel who was holding him had been last into the room, and only taken a few steps away from the door.

"You won't get any better chances than this to escape, Donald. Who knows what they did to Esmeralda? I can't let them take me back!"

Gently fiddling with his wrist, he managed to conjure a small glass bottle from his sleeve and push it out into his hand.
Making a final, careful observation of the crowd in the room to make sure that no one were suspecting him; he uncorked the bottle and dropped it.

A loud 'hiss' could be heard as the contents of the bottle contacted with the air. Before the Night Elf holding him had time to look down, the glass suddenly exploded in a cloud of thick, orange smoke that made it hard to breathe and caused her eyes to water on contact.
Using the distraction generated by the smoke bomb, Donald suddenly burst into action and tore himself out of the Night Elf's grip. He closed his eyes and mouth as he ran through the dissipating cloud, but he had memorized every step they had taken into the room; and finding the door was easy as the assassin leaped through it and dashed like mad down the stairs.

The sooner he could get to the tunnels below, the sooner he could escape the crazy elves!

"Maybe another time, Sharon! Haha!" Donald called out as he ran down the stairs, exhilarated and chock full on adrenaline after his escape attempt seemed to have worked! Now he just had to disappear!

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

The fact that Serphia had even let Liaena come close to her without flinging the girl across the room was a miracle by itself. Sharon watched the trio closely, with the same intensity as if Liaena had been in the process of disabling a giant bomb.

“I have some medical supplies, if you need any.” Sharon said as he walked over to the group, offering his medical satchel to Liaena.
There was little denying that Serphia possessed a remarkable toughness. A gunshot wound like that would have left most people lying on the ground and writhing in pain, and possibly a lot of panic as well.

The fact that Serphia was still walking about with nothing less than a slight hindrance certainly helped reinforce the image of Serphia as a nail eating, unstoppable Jaggernaut in Sharon’s eyes.

“After we’re done here, it might be best to return to the Inn. I doubt there is much else that we’ll be able to find in this sewer. Especially without someone who knows the way.”

“There’s a lot of animal bones here, Sharon.” Lord Greymoon commented as he walked around the room, kicking the occasional goat skull around.
“And I highly doubt they were conjured out of thin air. These villains may have bought or stolen them from somewhere. Perhaps a butcher shop in Stormwind.”

“Why do they even need so many bones? Surely there’s easier ways to create a death trap.”

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

The classic knight vs wizard duel!

Figured it was a fitting moment to have Sevarian finally show some teeth and demonstrate why he is Serphia's lieutenant :) (even though he ALMOST got his ass kicked)

Though if it was truly enough to stop the unstoppable force that is Serphia, I cannot tell for sure :P

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

Sevarian had not expected the leap made by Serphia as the Night Elven Captain suddenly landed mere feet away from them.

"Curse me!" The shadow mage exclaimed as he stumbled backwards while Serphia advanced upon the two men. Sevarian stepped next to his apprentice, before quickly pushing the acolyte in front of him to use as a human shield. The apprentice did not have much time to realize what his master had done before Serphia's sword had already entered his torso in yet another precision strike from the Night Elf, and blood was gushing out from the wound.

Using the precious few seconds he had bought by sacrificing his assistant, Sevarian fumbled with his staff to aim it at Serphia.
A dark, purple lightning shot out from the shaft of the staff and flew into Serphia's shield, where it caved in a small part of the shield, creating a small bulge. The painting and outer layer of metal where it hit began to wither and erode, falling off the shield like leaves in the wind.

"Die you cursed elf, die! DIE!" Sevarian roared out as the shadow mage continued to cast dark lightning after dark lightning at Serphia; all of whom were blocked by the sentinel's large shield. Although he succeeded in pushing her a little back, the Captain was suddenly able to step forward and slash down with her sword, cutting his staff in half.

Realizing what had just happened; Sevarian immediately dropped the remaining half of his staff to dig his hand into his robes. As he stepped back, he pulled out a silver lined flintlock pistol.
Moving it up in a frantic motion to fire it, Sevarian spared not a moment to try to aim as he snapped off a lead ball at Serphia. Before the agile Night Elven warrior could retreat behind her shield, the bullet had already hit her in the lower right part of her ribcage, just beneath her armor where it entered her body.

Reaching his left hand into his robe, Sevarian pulled out a black wood wand; promptly snapping off a shadow bolt that sent the stunned Captain's shield flying away.

"Know pain!" Sevarian hissed before summoning a wave of dark energies that he threw straight into Serphia, throwing her off the balcony and down into the room. For the Captain, as she was hit by the dark sorcery; it could feel as if all her strength was taken for her for a moment, replaced only by a dooming chill and feeling of emptiness, almost as the spell was tugging at her very soul.

Sevarian stepped back from the edge.
Not risking a moment to observe where the Captain had landed, the dark mage turned around and ran down the opposite end of the corridor away from the balcony; and not throwing his fallen student as much as a glance before he disappeared down into the tunnels below.

"Shadows of the Past" Roleplay Interest Check: Looking for more members.

I like to say that I am currently fishing.

If you keep at it for long enough, someone will eventually bite.
So until then, sit back, relax and do nothing :)

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

I think we can all agree that neither of our avatars are anything to brag about...

I have to admit; I am eager to know how Serphia is going to explain the whole sewer experience to the people she was supposedly promised to protect once(or IF) we get out of here ;)

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

"She's wrecking them all!" The shadowy figure next to Sevarian exclaimed as the men looked down into the darkness, where Serphia; supported by Vashi's magic; was making short work of the necromantic creations and skeletal aberrations.

"I am thoroughly disappointed by your handiwork, student! This is a terrible way to impress your teacher!" Sevarian complained, before stepping closer to the edge.
"Staff!"

"Yes, Master... " The shadowy figure mumbled as he departed further back into the corridor, only to return shortly after with a black wooden staff adorned with a green gem at the shaft.
" ... and I'm telling you, I would have done better if you had given me proper tools to work with, not just animal bones."

Sevarian ignored the last statement, as the shadow mage was already preoccupied with an inaudible incantation of his own. As he focused on the killing ground below, he suddenly extended his arms to either side; before a piercing shriek penetrated the whole room and the tunnels beyond. All around the two Night Elves, the scattered bones of their undead foes that they had defeated suddenly began to move and float around; until they were reshaped into their previous designs, restored in form and power. For every skeleton that Serphia trashed, two more were conjured from the heaps of bones to take its place.

*

"Liaena, are you alright?" Sharon asked as he made the last leap onto the platform of Rithrynn and Liaena. The banshee had long since fled the cistern, disappearing into the shadows after its contact with the sanctified dagger. Walking towards Liaena, Sharon knelt down next to her to look over her. The girl herself seemed to be just fine, short of a small cut in the ham and some bruises and pale skin around her neck after the banshee. And, of course; the fact that she was covered in sewer from top to toe.

Turning towards the Night Elf who seemed hardly touched by the experience in the sewer short of a few drops of sweat, Sharon threw Rithrynn a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Rithrynn. You arrived just in time." Sharon said. Right now he was just grateful that Liaena was unharmed and still very much alive. The fact that Rithrynn, and her sisters had mostly abandoned them earlier was a topic for another time; once they were safely on the surface, preferably back at the mansion and sharing a warm cup of tea.

"Speaking of the mansion, I can only pray Serphia's sentinels haven't torn it down by the time of our return... "

Lord Greymoon, who had taken the long trip around as the old man had little desire to attempt to make a leap like the much more fit Sharon, finally arrived at the platform where he approached the trio. Gazing down at Rithrynn and Liaena, he smiled, before focusing on Liaena.

"You may keep the dagger, young Lady Rune." Lord Greymoon said as he motioned towards the truesilver dagger that laid on the floor.
"I think you need it more than I do."

Greymoon turned to Sharon.

"If your brother had wanted it so, I would have been dead by now. I fear that his mercy does not extend to you two."