Destination: Outland RP

Hey guys!

Outland base RP...heres the storyline.

After the warlocks of Azeroth conspired to open the dark portal yet again many adventurers ventured out into Outland to meet enemies and allies, treasure and junk, glory and death. But now a war that has been going on for quite some time will become bigger on any scale, Maiev gains support from Azeroth to kill Illidan and Illidan The Betrayer's followers grow in numbers as well...only time will tell who will become victorious...

Make sure you make a character and join...basic RP rules.

ALIGNMENTS: Neutral, Illidan, Maeiv. You can determine what you deem "evil".


Current Characters:
Lektor (KingGigli)
Zul'tharr (Taur)
Ioden Ardorn (Captain Griffen)
Gorquin the Lurker (Murloc Lover)
Half-moon and Full-moon (same wolf, Ignitedstar)
Sirius Mirgos (Plasma Dragon)
Hirizen Crazehorn (Ghirizon)

Current Storyline:
None

this RP is approved, I would like to see a bit more detail in the description. Maybe over what thier fighting for in specific, maybe give locations of strongholds and try and find a draenor map. Your character has been approved please make the first post so we know what how to post.

Technically Maiev died in the outland victim of her own vengenance but I think we can bypass that if you want.

Maeiv now wanders outland as a spirit of vengence. She is no longer herself, and any supporters she would have got would be seriously insane to follow her.

Illidan is now also, insane. He believes he beat Arthas at the Frozen Throne.

As long as you know that, then I'm in.

well this does not have to follow the WoW storyline at all

Oi...Illidan has gone mad and insane and is bent on destroying Maeiv to make himself feel better about losing to Arthas.

Maeiv has gone mad BUT she is still all with us...only she is bent on destroying Illidan...

Neat RP. I'd like to join. Lemme make a character first...

my Zul'tharr is also in and I believe John made Mr.bob for this RP too

Maybe my wolf should join this RP. :P

But, it wouldn't make sense for a wolf to be in Outland. X_X

Dosn't make sense for a Murloc to be in outland either.

Wolves are native to Draenor.

if you character is officially joining please PM me your character.

EDIT: Ill also kick it off...

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Lektor climbed out of the small cave he was sleeping in for the night only to be greeted by the hot wind and alot of sand. Lektor was used to it, pulling a hood up to around his head to protect some of his flesh Lektor started to trek along the desert.

Coming up to a valley that seemed to wreak of death he heard a loud screaching sound, he ducked behind a rock to see a large Nether Dragon fly above him. Gripping his scythes tight Lektor didnt want to engage in combat...but if he had to the Nether Dragon would be up for much of a fight. But Lektor was outmatched. The dragon circled above the valley before flying off into the unseen red distance, Lektor let out a sigh and looked amongst the valley, nothing but red rock and plants. Not a single intelligent being was down there...except one. At first he thought it was a rock, but at a second glance it was a sleeping fel orc...blending it with the rocks Lektor chuckled and began to race unseen down the valley hill.

The orc was chewing on some flesh of some disfigured beast, Lektor was wrong, there was one semi-intelligent being down here. He came up to the unarmed orc and slashed his head off. Blood splurging out of the now headless body out of the neck Lektor searched through any supplies the orc had, nothing but food and a war axe. Lektor took what food he could and buried the axe...not wanting a enemy to find it...

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I hope everyone sees the harsh and unforgiving environment Outland is...kill and take what you can...what you cant use, destroy.

Gorquin stared in awe at the wonderous world he had found himself in. He was hopping about like mad within his saddle, gazing and pointing at the floating rocks, as Mek trudged through the dusty valley.

The strange guttural noises of the squealing excited Murloc alerted a nearby
group of felbeasts, who slowly followed Mek, under the cover of the rocks and dead plants. Gorquin had calmed down, and lay back in his saddle, gazing up at the stars, his hands behind his back. As the felbeasts slowly advanced behind Mek, Gorquin let out a yawn as he fumbled about in a satchel attached to Mek. He pulled out a large potion, and as the fel beasts charged forwards, he threw the potion into the crowd of fel beasts. To Gorquin's surprise, The fel beasts kept advancing.

A panicked expression swept across his face. One of the beasts sent its strange tentacles lunging towards Gorquin, who ducked down and grabbed a spear from his saddle, and began stabbing at the beast as it ran alongside Mek. Another Fel beast attempted to leap onto Meks head, and was met by a burst of water, knocking it into a large rock. Unfortunatley, another beast opened it's maw, and latched onto mek's leg, pulling the turtle to one side and knocking Gorquin off balance. The murloc fell ontop of the fel beast, which was latching on as Mek tried to hobble along as best he could. Gorquin grabbed his spear in both hands, and plunged it into the beasts head. Mek pulled his leg out of the beasts mouth and came to a halt, hiding in his shell.

Gorquin dusted himself off, and began to inspect the strange creature. Gorquin was not aware that they had rode straight past Lektor whilst fighting with the fel beast, who had seen much of the battle.

"Master we have good news, more willing believers who have joined the Red Path." Said the fel orc acolyte as he was ushered into Zul'tharr's hut. The red path was of course his religion of blood, one that did not shrink from the true capabilities of mortals. Zul'tharr did not dismiss a basis of which to get power as inhumane, for nothing was. Some found his addiction to blood as sickening, but they did not realize, they did not understand. Out of all the organs and parts of any being the blood was the most nutritous, full of iron, calcium and other nutrients. The orcs slew animals and used each of thier lesser parts and then let the valuable blood seep back into the earth, Zul'tharr sought to correct this.

However his religion did not consist merely of blood, no, it was a tribute to the great god Thorkarr, but Thrrkarr was not a demanding god. No... he only sought to develop the powers of his subjects so that he may rule. For this blood was used, and sacrifices to give them strength. That wasn't all though, possibly the most powerful of thier weapons was the four selves.

There are 4 selves or sides to a person. The first self is how he portrays himself to others, the second how he portrays himself to himself, the third is his shadow self, the self that he knows exists with great capability but fears its release, and the fourth is rarely talked of among followers of the Red Path, there are rumors of what the fourth self is but people who spread them often find themselves as the next sacrifices. One must strive to release ones shadow self to truly access one's potential.

For months now the Red Path had been growing among the fel orcs until it secretely rivalled the power of even the fel warlocks, soon all of the orcs would bow down to Throkarr and of course Zul'tharr.

"Master come..." the acolyte whispered breaking into his thoughts.

The orc lead him to the large, but outwardly run-down hut in which the Red Path congregated secretely.

"They are right here master, along with everyone el-" The acolyte gasped as he entered the hut and was struck from behind.

"Master run..." he choked with his last breath

Now Zul'tharr could see, the bodies of everyone of his followers littered the floor in a pool of blood, and for the first time he felt no attraction to it, for inside the hut were the muscular outlines of the Warlocks' grunts. He could not win this battle, Zul'tharr knew so he did the only thing he could, he ran.

"Get him!" came the voice of a warlock but Zul'tharr had aldready vanished from sight.

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Hours later Zul'tharr had finally stopped, sure that they were no longer in pursuit. He was dead tired, he needed blood, fresh blood. Then he smelt it, a fresh kill possibly fel beast if not something close. Zul'tharr made all haste to the scent, and despite the fact that a trecherous cliff seperated him and the blood, he leapt.

Finally, fresh blood he said kneeling at the kill slurping up the blood, regardless of the massive wounds and bruises he had and of the murloc that was staring at him.

yay

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Lektor eyed the strange creature unseen against the terrain. It wasnt anything hes ever seen, obviously amphibious which made it obviously not from Outland. Lektor assumed it was from Azeroth...to make sure to stay hidden Lektor decided to say something.

"You and your mount arnt from around here are you stranger?" Lektor said, hoping that the creature understood he waited for a responce as the warrior looked around for Lektor.

"No...now show yourself!" The creature was uneasy, seeming ready to take an attack if needed Lektor wanted to put him at rest.

"I will not attack you foreigner...now tell me what are you?" Lektor eyed the large beast the creature was riding...a turtle, Lektor saw a larger one taken from Azeroth to Illidans palace to use to guard him.

"First tell me who you are!" The creature looked around still not able to locate the hidden rogue.

Finally Lektor revealed himself, "I am Lektor, servant to my master Illidan...now who and what are you?"

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I just read your bio Murloc...you say he doesnt make too many friends due to appearence...im a drenai and im UGLY...so well see.

Really, Whitehorn? I don't think arctic wolves are native to Draenor...

I'm still thinking about it... It would be fun to be a laid back assistant of somebody's.