Roleplaying story

well i know there is aldready a rolepalying thread, but sicne it has been around for some time, and stuff, i thought that it would be cool to start another one, so other ppl can join, anyways anyone can join, one character per person, and umm... we won't start till we get lke 3-5 ppl, and after we do ppl can still join. i am not great at this, but i enjoy RP's so yeah, i don't know where we should start, so it would be great for ppl to give suggestions. anywho we need

NAME:
AGE:
GENDER
RACE:
PHYSICAL DESCCRIPTION:
PERSONALITY:
CLASS AND SPECIALTY:
SMALL BIOGRAPHY:
MISC:

my character

NAME: Tarm Fireblade
AGE: 45
GENDER: Male
RACE: Tauren
PHYSICAL DESCCRIPTION: a black heavily built tauren, bluish horns and hooves, wears some flexible and powerful metal, wields a dark blue hammer. Also carries an axe on his back ready to be drawn. Looks meanicingly powerful
PERSONALITY: a good and sturdy ally, but takes time to allow someone to gain his trust. EAsily agitated and strikes first and asks questions much later. Powerful and protective, and somewhat unique of a tauren, who wanders alone, but now looks for allies.
CLASS AND SPECIALTY: Pure warrior, that can draw both his weapons and strike with great power, knows a few basic shamanistic spells.
SMALL BIOGRAPHY: Born in Mulgore to Larn Lighthoof, at the age of 15 he set out to seek his fortune in the world. Trained with the shaman 'Kam Darkhammer' and learned basic spells and powerful maneivers from him. Since then he has been a mercenary fighting, continually and picking up a large assortment of swordtricks.
MISC: has little formal training in battle, deeply distrysts non-horde races, but will give them a chance.

give any suggestions to change anything...

I do not think this one will survive like the other one, oh well.

oh well :(

Yeah, maybe if somebody else would post...

anyways, here's the second character in the story.

NAME: Xerber
AGE: 47
GENDER: Male
RACE: Gnome
PHYSICAL DESCCRIPTION: A small gnome with a huge blue beard, some tiger eys goggles, and a custom suit with an assortment of gadgets and tools surrounding him.
PERSONALITY: Two words: Criminal Mastermind.
CLASS AND SPECIALTY: Tinker, specializing in engineering robots.
SMALL BIOGRAPHY: Xerber was born a simple gnome with only a dream of being a tinker, today, he is known as one of the greatest engineers in all of Azeroth. If Mekkatorque and Thermaplugg died, he would assume the role of High Tinker. He has found a better use for his inventions. He has become one of the greatest theifs in all of Azeroth as well. With his unique fighting style and his assortment of gadgets, there are few who can defeat this deceptively weak foe in battle.
MISC: Has an unnatural fear of water and a bombling.

come on, number three!

NAME: Gibim Mech-Man
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
RACE: Goblin
PHYSICAL DESCCRIPTION: A small green, goblin. Not seeming to be a hard enemy at first look but his tech-gizmos can show to be a hard enemy. He has a small hat. (like those Tinkers have, but you can still see he's eyes)
PERSONALITY: This little guy is not the first asked to join someone on an adventure. But can be a good friend, as he can help out of many troubles with he's mech-tech.
CLASS AND SPECIALTY: Working as engineer and tinker. He specializes in building small non-damaging weapons for combat (smoke grenades, sleep gases, you name it)
SMALL BIOGRAPHY: Born in a goblin village in south barrens. In he's age 17 he began to experiment with metal and those things. One year later he started a shop, were he selled funny things, such as a pocket-machine to make cheese and mechinal pets. Not many thought he's thingies would work, so he didn't get that much money. But as soon as he got a good amount of money he went around in. Both in the orcish and human empires. Now he is walking around all over the world to find poeple who want he's help in their adventures
MISC: Dosn't have anything against any races (except undeads of course). Loves to help all men/women in trouble, but likes mostly to work together with goblins and orcs, as he feels more familiar and home.


Well, we can start talking in caratchers, we can RP we are at an tavern or something, when we gathered enough people, we can adventure.

You start darkhorde

i am not good at starting things, i enjoy going along with the flow i just made this thread since no one else would make a new one.

Now the Rp-ing threads begin. Not much of a post, but I thought I would point out. (My post by the way)

Whenever your ready go! I think we all should start by writing with ONLY our character, and then when they join forces, we can write more. I would begin, but the honor should go to darkhorde.

Azhag... I don't think you have the right to go off-topic.

Anyways... I want to be in! Although I started a story thread, I'll delete it nothing starts happening in there.

I'll join later... Just to see what you guys will end up with. ;)

FINE! I'LL START!

Ok here goes...

It was a cold day, although that isn't rare in Dun Morogh. The sun shone bright over the new-fallen snow. A wolf cried in the distance, and a figure moved across the mountains.
Xerber trugded through the snow, searching for anything and everything that could help him. Xerber was a scavenger of sorts, always using what others leave behind. He bent over and began to dig with a spade at a spot with a shiny metal handle sticking out. He uncovered a piece of armor, left by another traveler.
He examined the piece and put it in his sack with all the rest. He stood and listened to his surroundings. He heard a bird chirp, a boar snort, a branch break, and another sound. He turned towards the noise and saw another on the mountain. He couldn't see who was following his footprints, but he wasn't about to wait to find out. He hunched down, hiding his small figure in the snow, and hurried through the deep snow.
He continued in silence until he reached a hole and fell through, it wasn't more than a foot deep, and he did not make a sound, but it's inhabitant did. The rabbit squealed, Alerting the stranger to his prescence. Xerber rushed off, swimming thorugh the snow, praying he could reach his camp and his only chance.
He was suddenly grabbed from behind by a cold hand. He looked up into the tusked face of an ice troll. The troll said something to Xerber and, although he was fluent in many languages, ice troll was not one of them. He flipped over, evading the troll's grip. He landed in the snow. The troll could easily catch him if he ran now, so his only hope was to fight him. He reached into his pack for his wrench, brandishing it as a grand mace. He leapt without warning, and struck the troll in the face. It is a little-known fact that gnomes are almost pure muscle. The troll staggered back, but regained his senses. He grabbed the axe at his hip and swung at his foe. Xerber parried, barely. He could not win this fight. He had never trained in combat, he could easily defeat this troll if he had any of his gear. He had but one chance for survival. He whistled.
The troll raced at him, preparing to slice the gnome in two. Xerber noticed the attack and jumped back in time. He evaded many more attacks from the troll until he was cornered by the rock face. The troll stood above him, axe in hand, and prepared to strike. Just then, another figure entered the battle, a small ball attached to a strand of metal. A bombling. The robot hopped forward towards the surprised troll and turned red. Xerber grabbed the armor in his pack and used it as a shield. Suddenly, there was an explosion. Not very massive, but contained so that the effects were devastating. Xerber emerged with a blacked piece of metal and a charred outline of him on the rocks. The robot turned and bouced towards him. Xerber took the bombling in hand and started off to his base camp, stepping over the pile of ash that was the troll.

ok there's mine, your turn guys.

Gibim came walking through Deogasy (proberly the only human city in central barrens). He came to a tavern. "You allways get all sorts of intresting information at these bars" he thought.

When he came in, many of the big mysterious strangers looked at him. With their grim half-smiles. He came to the tall (for him) desk.

"Hey up there! Tallling! Hey Im down here!" the desk-man could only see a metallic mech-arm stick up. He looked over the desk and down on the small goblin.

"You tall-lings are allways so ignorant. You got anything intresting information?" Gibim said. He allways tried to sound kind of cool when he was on these bars.

"Get lost greenskin! In not a town-guide!" the desk-man said. At the same time he raised a big steel sword over he's head.

"Whoa!!" Was all Gibim said.
The desk-man took his sword down, he got suprised that the litte goblin sounded amazed, when he was gonna get chopped in two.

This was a distracting trick Gibim learned to use when he was a little boy. While the desk-man still was in chock, he took the whole desk with two of his mech-arms and throwed it a-hecka-to.

With everyone around him chocked, he left the bar. It was too boring.

Xiash, for goodness sake, use paragraphs! It is a pain to read a big block of text.

Oh well, why not...
NAME: Cindise Webber
AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
RACE: Human
PHYSICAL DESCCRIPTION: The fact remains that Cindise has a weak body, but a long brown coat is always worn over her clothes. It happens rarely that she actually opens it, it is even more rare to see her fight a battle. Her long blonde hair (it just reached the end of her neck) is tied in a tail.
PERSONALITY: Kind, in her own kind of way. Even though her personality is the opposite of the class she specialized in, she remains skilled in it. Just in her own way. Her usual intention is too use the people she talks with, but usually travels too much to get the real potential out of them.
CLASS AND SPECIALTY: A bard. Skilled in a lot of lores, music and a little bit in magic. Her shy personality is the complete opposite of a personality for a bard, but regardless of that, she is skilled in what she does. More importantly, she is fast and often evades attacks. Fighting is probably her lowest priority and she usually sticks with the same things, as long as it doesn't involve fighting too much. Those who've seen her fight, usually have something to say about it, but because she isn't famous, no one has much to say because they've never seen her. Those who do know her, usually are full with stories. Rumor has it, that she carries a long sword somewhere.
SMALL BIOGRAPHY: Cindise, trained as a bard from an actually- too young age is often traveling throughout the world, stepping away from combat as much as possible. But even though she tries to avoid combat as much as possible, she is more than excellent in combat with her own fighting style. Unfortunately, it happens only rarely. Her patience is long termed, and she usually doesn't look up to people, no matter who it is.
MISC: Even though very skilled in battle, she does not like to fight much. But even though she does not fight, she still manages to have a good life by performing on the streets with her bard skills.
Likes: Cindise is usually fond on people who are willing to help her, though that only rarely happens.
Dislikes: Dishonest people, thieves and unfair people. All on the same point.

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Cindise was already surprised enough when she saw a goblin entering the local tavern. As if seeing a goblin wasn't enough, but the huge two mechanical arms that sticked above it was getting the attention of a lot of people. The conversation between Cindise and the two men she was sitting at a table were focusing their attention on the goblin as well.
It was already clear that the barkeeper wasn't the kindest man in the city, and especially disliked goblins. His facial expression completely changed from a broad smile to an annoyed look as the little goblin approached him and the barkeeper placed his arm behind his back, to get to the emergency situation as quick as possible, if it was necessary. You'd never know it, with those kind of creatures.

"Poor lil' creature" the tall blackhaired man that was sitting next to me at the table said as he looked at the little goblin. "Perhaps I should offer him to come down the store one time" the man said, clearly pointing out that the goblin should defend himself if he would stay in the tavern much longer. Even though Goblins' science is appreciated, their likes aren't very appreciated in taverns or the like. Bards in opposite of it, they were more than loved in it. Listening to their forgein music and exciting tales is always good for the business.

"Hey, up there! Tall-ling! Hey! I'm down here!" the goblin started shouting at the barkeeper. Several customers in the tavern started to chuckle as they saw the goblin doing so much to get the attention of the barkeeper.
Though the goblin probably couldn't hear it, the barkeeper was clearly annoyed that a goblin just entered his tavern. For the barkeeper, it was just as horrible as a ghoul would swing through the window to dance on one of the tables.
"Get lost, greenskin! I'm not a town-guide!" the barkeeper quickly shouted, more in an angry voice than anything else. Without any hesitation, the barkeeper finally lifted the sword that was placed behind him and lifted it above his hand to attack the goblin.
The goblin pushed himself backwards as he saw the large sword above his own head as well. Luckily for the goblin, and the other customers while some of them already approached the barkeeper to stop him from attacking, the sword went down again. Apparently, the barkeeper was probably satisfied with the surprise of the goblin.
As the Goblin acted like he was being scared, he used his own tricks to make a payback. Several customers hurried outside, trying to get the local guards, not wanting any problems. Of course, I was not an exception either and already walked to the exit together with the two men who were eagerly listening to my stories until the goblin went in, leaving me there otherwise, with no money at all.

To be honest, I don't know what the goblin exactly did, but I left the tavern before anything bad could happen. I could hear some people screaming, but I didn't really have the courage to step in again. Until the goblin walked out, clearly annoyed, I took a peek inside of what happened. Surprised as I was, I could not help but keep watching what was going on, as several guards walked in to help the people who were in need.
Without any hesitation and I turned around to ask the name of the greenskin. But the moment I turned around, there was no one in sight anymore. Apparently, the greenskinned goblin already took his leave.

-Fladian

I USED PARAGRAPHS! But ok I'll double-space then.

The lock broke in two. As the metal dropped to the floor, footsteps could be heard. Xerber darted through the door and ran down the hall. The nect room would have guards in it. He took out a small piece of metal, flat as paper, and threw it under the door. Seconds later, the unmistakeable sound of bodies hitting the floor could be heard, poison gas. Never knew what hit them.

Xerber jammed a metal rod into the door and pulled on a handle. The door was forced open by two metal pieces pushing outwards. He ran in and stepped over the sleeping humans. More footsteps. He found himself at a shaft leading down into the dungeons. He grabbed a gaff and stuck it into the wall. He attached a rope to it and slid down the shaft. He was almost there.

Xerber searched around for it, but he couldn't see where it could be. Then he saw it. A large metal door. Goblin enginuity. Easy. He slid towrds it and poured some chemical on it, and the door stopped whirring. He then stuck his metal boot under the door, and it lifted free. Footsteps.

Inside the room he saw it. The Peritaph of Lothar. He slowly reached out for it. Then, a sound was heard behind him. Ten humans had burst into the room, fully armed. Xerber was gone. They searched the enitre room and secured the perimiters, but no sign of the gnome. They heard running down the hall. They quickly followed it.

As the humans ran down the hall after the "footsteps" Xerber pull away the Cam-Cloak® that hid him. He grabbed the relic and whistled. Poor humans. After the explosion. Bomby hopped over to Xerber. They walked right out the front door without a problem.

It would soon be time for him to begin his next master plan...


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Xerber was celebrating at a tavern near the site of the theft. A goblin pushed him aside as he was leaving. Obviously annoyed. Xerber came in and wondered where the bartender was. Another bartender came out asking for his choice of drink. He ordered some Barleybrew and sat down, admiring his own genius. Customers began pouring in, returning to thier seats as if they all were forced to leave. Among the ones entering were a knight, a guard, a priest, two elves, a dwarf, a few villagers, a bard, and a gnomish mage.

Xerber drank his beverage quietly and then paid for it and left. The drink was expensive. But to him, gold was never a problem. It was getting late, and it seemed dangerous even for him to leave the city this late. apparently everybody in the city beleived the same and headed for their homes or the local inn. He went and got a room early, and many peple from the tavern arrived as well. In fact, everybody fromt he bar was there except for the guards and the knight.



there!!!

woah i've missed a lot, sorry, anyways so here's my part

Tarn fireblade wandered into the tavern vaguely thinking of getting a drink to celebrate his last victory, let me tell you beating up a couple of gnomes armed with giant clubs and little pointy things that shock you is not easy. but his side (full of incompetent fools) had been run over, and the general was now dead, his contract had expired.

As he waited for his fire whisky, he turned around and started chatting with some rather shady looking goblins, though they looked like they could have done without his conversation, who argues with someone 3 times as big as you?

"So know anyone who's hiring people like me around here?" he asked, half growling

nearly trembling in fear the goblins replied that a small gnome with big plans and bigger gadgets was gonna pull something big, maybe he needed some muscle. he was gonna stay in some inn. Opting to reward them by not pounding them, Tarn paid for his whisky and left to seek the gnome. after leaving the bar, he headed for the inn, getting into one minor skirimish which left a paritcularily cocky dwarf with a black eye. R ight outside the inn he spotted an exceptionally weak looking pale skin, with long blonde hair, wondering what kind of wacko would wander into a such an inn, and just hang around, Tarm drew his hammer, the pale skin's pockets were jingling, and he wasn't sure he had enough money for a room anyways...

Xiash used good paragraphs. A paragraph can go from as short as two words, to as long as like two pages. As long as it have well built sentences it is fine.