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Post by Cyrandor on Jul 28, 2016 16:27:23 GMT 1
I was so weak. I was going to die.
It is funny how we only truly recall and reflect upon the events that built up the horrific events that lead to your end in those final moments. In my case; When I was deep beneath the darkened blue waves and surging froth of sea salt and blood. We had been given orders, the crew and I, to sail across the great expanse of ocean south of the mighty maelstrom at the heart of Azeroth. The orders had been simple.
"Deliver this chest to the High Inquisitor of The Blackgarde at Tyr's Hand."
Yet the winding web of fate has a way of complicating even the easiest of tasks. Half way through our voyage we found ourselves at the heart of a vicious, relentless storm. The rain bombarded the sails as the waves smashed and collided with the hull. Even our strong, open seas frigate was soon being tossed around like a young orc's first battleaxe. Men and women, Kaldorei and Goblin alike were thrown across the deck. Those unable to tie themselves down to the sides were thrust overboard to a watery grave or crushed between the walls of the hull and the heavy cargo it stored. For hours we were beset by this otherworldly natural phenomena until the skies flashed in white and blue. A bolt of lightning smashed into the main mast and split the wood into two great splinters. The resounding boom of thunder drowned out the creaking, splitting and groaning of the great sails as the plummet into the deck below and crushed any of the unfortunate souls that were too slow to get out of the way.
"Balgar"
That was my name. Balgar Stonehammer. Who was calling for me? My eyes dart around the deck desperately trying to find the owner of this voice. This sweet, alluring, feminine voice. "Balgar. Fate has brought you to us. Come to us, mighty warrior."
My head turned to the water. My gaze pierced the darkness of the night and the heavy downpour of the thunderous rain. And there she was. A thin lass sitting idly on a cluster of sharp, black stone. Her hair glimmered and her bear, wet skin shone back to me with each flash of lightning from the sky. Her voice was so soothing. Her lips were so luscious. She was so beautiful. It was at that moment of calm and peace that the wave struck the port side. The ship finally lost the fight and as one we were lift into the air before being pounded down into the water as the frigate capsized in its entirety. Everything went dark.
I was so cold. I was so weak. But I am not ready to die today!
I kicked and pulled. I clawed and reached. With a crash my body broke the surface of the waves and I found myself being hurled onward in the mighty current. 'Smack'! I winced in pain as my knees collided with something below me and I was thrust forwards like a prisoner thrust before his captors. My hands reached out to land, in my surprise, on the warm and sinking feeling of sand. I took a moment to collect myself before scrambling up the beach and falling down onto my back in exhaustion. Looking around I saw others. Members of my crew. Passengers along for the voyage. And the ship, smashed in two and spat upon the earth like a defeated dragon. My head slowly fell back into the sand. My breaths began to steady and my heart began to calm down. My eyes drew shut and unconsciousness took me. But I was alive.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys! So I thought we'd make a little forum RP for those that have time to kill online but can't always make it into WoW to RP like they want to. So here is the general jist: - Make a character here using my little template below. (Feel free to PM me some ideas if you wish!) - Poke and prod me here and in WoW to read it and get it approved. - Once your character is approved- Post away in a format you like in the IC thread! I've chosen first person because I feel it will be a change for me. - We're here to create a story. Just like when we RP in WoW, watch your god-emotes and make sure you are not upsetting the people taking part with you! - Remember to have fun! Character Template:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (Description is fine, pictures are acceptable if you can find one.)
Race:
Personality:
Skills:
Likes/Dislikes:
Strengths/Weaknesses:
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Background/History: (Must include the reason for being on board the ship. Are you part of the crew or just a passenger taken on board?) |
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Post by ilanae on Jul 28, 2016 17:05:41 GMT 1
Name:Lilenn Leafbane
Gender:Female
Age:around 27
Appearance:A young elf with long red hair. She usualy wears dirty worn clothes. When it comes to her apperance all that can be said is that she looks pretty average nothing really stands out when compared with most other elves. She does rarely wear any make up due to her life style.
Race:Sin'dorei
Personality:Annoying but shy.
Skills:Shes really good at picking locks. Shes also quite good with some daggers
Likes/Dislikes: well she likes most things sweet. She dislikes people looking down on her.
Strengths/Weaknesses:Shes quick and agile. However she lacks education and thouth that she don't know much about the world or about magic. She got a bad habbit of taking things that do not belong to her.
Occupation:Thief
Background/History: A few days before the ship did set sail the young woman showed up she looked at the ship and pointed out that the sail wasn't secured as it should have been. And on inspection it was clear that she was correct in what she had said, she smiled when the what she think was the captain came to thank her it might have been someone else in the crew but at that point she did apply for a job, she clearly had some experiance in tending to the top masts and sails so she did get a job with just that. Unknown to the person did hire her was that she was just looking for a quick way out.. Once she had been a sailor.. well a pirate to be more exact but now a simple thief.. who had just stolen some things that held quite a bit of value.
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Post by Maiyka on Aug 1, 2016 14:59:40 GMT 1
Name: Hakeem T'awalji
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Appearance: Hakeem is young man of taller and studier stature with dark skin, standing just a little bit over what's seen as average height for a human male. His shoulders are only slightly broader than that of his hips, arms and legs are fairly long in compared to his overall body composition. Hakeem sports a fairly lean muscularity, the thicker musclemass focused around his shoulders, upper back, upper arms and thighs, providing him an ample amount of strength when it comes to running or walking long distances as well as carrying heavier things, serving him well as he has worked manual labour for the longer time of his life. He sports mostly squared features, his jawline most notable as it stands in contrast with the soft shape of his nose, lips and eyes, which are softly rounded and bears a quite unusual trait; heterochromia. Neither of his eyes bear a clear colour however, as his right is mostly blue with brown speckles in it while his left is predominantly brown and copper.
Hakeem features sidecuts on both sides of his head, keeping the thick mop of black hair in twists which has been braided into the look of a mowhawk alongst the crown of his head, ending in a high knot at the back of his head. While it would serve a better practical service to have it cut short or shaved, there's a certain pride and vanity in his hair and the haircut alone removes the issue of it being in the way.
Race: Tanarisian human
Personality: Hakeem is straightforward, honest and would rarely ever conjure a lie, if not someone's life depended on it. Ever since he was a little boy he was taught that nothing good comes from hiding behind a facade of lies, and that living true to oneself would serve ones person better in the longrun, and guilt would leave one alone. Hakeem would never treat someone with disrespect unless they proved an absolute asshat, which would bring out another side of the man, who can get outright demeaning and belittling, mostly directed towards those who think it's okay to stomp on others. He believes in mutual respect and understanding, and that only then can the two parts to be equal to one another.
Skills: He looks it and he is; a good fist-fighter when you need one. Just ask his nose and it'll speak of the fair share of punches it has recieved through the years. He's also a very good survivalist and tracker, skills he learnt during his younger years in the desert with his nomandic family. A somewhat mediorce traditional healer.
Likes/Dislikes: Hakeem has always loved the sea, he enjoys sitting in the docks and staring out over the big, wide blue yonder | The smell of the sea and seasalt | Sunbathing | Sea-food, especially grilled fish as well as freshly baked bread | Soft things- fur, cloth, cushions | Other people who dares to be honest and upfront.
Hakeem dislikes those who look down on others | Dis-honesty and lies | Needless conflicts | Cruelty and abuse.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Hakeem is strong and he knows it, both physically and mentally, he's also fairly agile and harbours little difficulties to adapt to different environments, knowledge about poisonous plants what to eat/not to. He can be quite stubborn and is sometimes as thick-headed and determined as a raging clefthoof. Hakeem does not like to be thrown into situations that he was not prepared for (has a tendency to get pissy), he also has a tendency to be a loner and think for his own, so adapting to others comes with a difficulty.
Occupation: Has had multiple in his life, from helping on a farm, to merchant as was his family's trade. His most current has however been boat-builder and stablehand, to help raise and train reliable steeds and mounts for the Stormwind Army.
Background/History: Hakeems life started in the stormy deserts of Tanaris and Uldum- travelling from place to place with his family, relatives and friends. Always once a year, large group of nomads gathered down close by the sea- merchants, herders, jewelcrafters, healers, to share stories, reform bonds, trade and host festivities. The life in the desert was tough, but they had each other. Each and everytime this occured, Hakeem used to sit in the sand or by the docks to stare out the wide sea, wondering what's beyond it, an if it would be possible to sail that far, and what could be discovered. Sailsmen usually arrived to the shores during the fesitivties with their goods and amazing stories about lands beyond the horizon; Hakeem decided, that one day he too would sail across the wide and wonderous blue and discover on his own. A few years later, turned 15, Hakeem didn't know he would get his chance, and it came in the most unfortunate way for the young boy.
As dancing and singing resounded over the gathering, people cheering and having a good time, sounds of horror soon doused the joy. Screams carried across the camp as bandits rode through the camp with torches and scimitars like a swarm of locust. They burnt tents and killed those who stood in their way. Hakeems was pulled behind the foiliage by his mother, telling him how he had to get to safety. Next thing he remembers he's put on the back of a horse, getting away from the horrific scene of fires and the sound of screams. Hakeem himself has little memory of how, but the equine had taken him to Gadgetzan. Intentionally? Probably not.
Hakeem was approached in Gadgetzan by a man with bright skin, who asked the young boy if he had someplace to go. Being simply told ''no'' by the young boy, the man brought Hakeem over by boat to the Eastern Kingdoms. It was there as he worked on the farm, to plow the fields and helping whereever he was needed, eventually sent out to sell the goods. It didn't take long until he was let to tend to the animals either, and he had a skill with horses, training a few of them during his stay on the countryside. It was about the launch of the campaign against the Lich King that Hakeem sought himself to the city. He had hoped to be enlisted, however he was instead directed to help build the boats to sail the troops, being praised for his strong physice and they needed the manual labour. Realizing he missed working with horses, Hakeem took a job as a stablehand and trainer not far from outside the city. Longing home, for the region he used to call home at least, Hakeem packed his belongings and sailed across to Kalimdor, docking in Gadgetzan. It was here that he stumbled upon a notice ''Crew needed!''. It had been a childhood dream of his, and it was his dreams still- naturally he took the chance and went to find, Captain Balgar Stonehammer.
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