Reckoning of a New Age | Open Roleplay

Post by senedor

Deathwing awakened and all hell broke loose. The world we once knew as Azeroth was torn by the Cataclysm Deathwing brought. But our heroes, those who had defeated enemies such as Illidan Stormrage, Kel'Thuzad, and even the entity known as the Lich King. But the disputes between the Alliance and the Horde did not help quicken the fight against Deathwing, until Thrall made a valiant return and put Garrosh in his place, tired of where he was leading the Horde. With the old Warchief back, the Horde began to plan, along with the Alliance, both sides with new allies on their side. The Worgen quickly made their names among the Alliance, as did the tiny Goblins within the Horde. However, one barrier still stood in the way, the hatred between the two.

It was Rhonin Redhair who approached Varian and boldly told him to swallow the hatred for one moment and to make peace with The Horde, to end Deathwing like the valiant heroes had so ended Malygos, the former Blue Dragon Aspect. So, Varian, grudgingly, agreed to one peace talk with Thrall. While the forces prepared, rebuilding cities, saving those getting trapped by Deathwing's destructive force upon Azeroth, the two mighty leaders met, with a second person there as advisors. Thrall took Cairne Bloodhoof, wise leader of the Tauren, and Varian took Thrall's friend, Jaina Proudmoore. The decision was final, the two forces would work together to bring down the Destroyer, once and for all. As news spread through the cities of this, some looked at this news with a grim outlook, holding grudges for the past. But they would work together, some grudgingly.

For weeks, the two allies pushed back the Twilight's Hammer and Deathwing's Forces, along with other enemies, such as Ragnaros, who attempted to destroy the World Tree. It took months, but finally they breached Deepholme, where things changed forever. Deathwing taunted the heroes, evading them and toying with them. The heroes would have none of this and so the fight began. Deathwing and the heroes battled each other valiantly. Finally, the corpse of Deathwing slammed into the rocky ground of Deepholme, but losses were great on both the side of evil and good. Many heroes died to the might of the Destroyer. But it was not in vain, as they had vanquished another dark enemy. However, this was not the last they would have to fight. Sargeras stirs in his darkness, planning to get revenge on the mortals who have defeated his Burning Legion so much.

But for now, the world rebuilds.

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Alliance
Davonar Blackwood
Ivan Jeret
Krista Jeret
Funden Orebeard

Horde
Morec, House of Rivendare,
Vrem Dartskul,
Sithia Frozenbone

Neutral
Morgan Overdale

Evil (Burning Legion, Defias, etc)

Post by Monday

~~Just reserving one really fast, will edit description in after I'm finished with various things.~~

Post further down.

Post by senedor

Alright. We'll get rolling when we have a decent number for A + H, but won't close to applications. :)

Post by senedor

Awesome! Gaining interest! I like this :) ))

Post by Morec0

(( Long post inc. ))

Characters: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Races: Gilnean Worgen (Both)
Classes: Warrior (Ivan), Mage (Krista)
Location: Ashenvale

Both of a house of Gilnean nobles, Ivan and Krista are the eldest of the three remaining members of their family. However, the two have been stripped of their titles and exiled from their home, although the reasons differ between the two. Ivan was convicted for the rape and murder of the wife of a Gilnean commander, and Krista - a beliver in Ivan's story that he was innocent - followed him into exile of her own three will. Neither harbor any love for the Horde, and are still loyal to their homeland - even though it may have turned its back on them.

Both of the siblings are affected by the worgen curse, and, because of the potion given to them by Krennan Aranas, have developed split personalaties that match their worgen sides. Ivan's is called Bloodhowl - an oppertunist who is belived by some, including Ivan's siblings, to be the real perpitrator of the crime for which Ivan was exiled - and Krista's is known as Blackbite - a worgen that hates men with a passion, and anything that isn't worgen even more then that.

Ivan and Krista walked down the path that wound through Ashenvale, keeping their eyes open for any traveling merchants or even roadside shops that could sell them something to eat. The two were starving, but they dared not venture into one of the nearby Alliance-controlled towns. If they did and lost control of their worgen sides while there then many more innocents may die then what already had because their other halves had broken loose.

Bloodhowl and Blackbite were no more pleased with the state of things. They were just as hungry as the two Jerets, and constantly growled in the backs of the humans' minds, telling them to let them out so that they could hunt down something for them both to eat, all the while attempting to break free themselves - Blackbite moreso then Bloodhowl. Ivan and Krista struggled against the wills of their others halves. As long as they could help it, they would not let the beasts loose.

Characters: Morec, House of Rivendare, Vrem Dartskul, Sithia Frozenbone
Races: Forsaken (All)
Classes: Death Knight (Morec), Hunter (Vrem), Mage (Sithia)
Location: Undercity

These three are forsaken and haters of the living, whatever their race may be. Morec, of the House of Rivendare, is a death knight of the Ebon Blade, although he spends more of his time in service to the interests of the Forsaken. Vrem is a hunter with two pets: an undead eagle named Rottalon, and an plague-dog named Marrow. Sithia is a mage who was killed before she could graduate from the school of magic in Dalaran.

Morec is skilled in combat, weilds a might runeblade called Armageddon, and is completely insane. Vrem is a cool character, showing very little - if any - emotion and seeking only to further the interests of the Banshee Queen. Sithia is Morec's lover and the sanest of the three, her stable-mindedness possibly being all that keeps the two undead men from going on a blood-thirsty rampage through the streets of Orgrimmar or other such living-filled area.

"Alright!" Morec said, shaking a pair of dice around in his hand. "This roll determines who buys the next round of ale!"

"Those dice are loaded," Vrem said, "I never agreed to this bet, and you wont be able to taste the ale."

"Silence!" the death knight said, "I must concentrate!" He rolled the dice and grinned. "Aha! Snake eyes! Sorry, but I buy again!" He set a few more gold coins down on the table, took the mug that was passed to him, and downed it in one gulp. "Not bad, lacks flavor, feel, and everything else that makes good ale good ale."

Vrem sighed. "Just let him have his fun, Vrem," Sithia said with a slight smile. "We'll move out of here soon enough."

"We had better," the forsaken hunter muttered, throwing a peice of rotting meat up in the air, where Rottalon grabbed it in her talons, and then reached down to scratch Marrow's head.

"Alright!" Morec then contiued, "this one is for who buys the next round..."

Post by senedor

Name: Davonar Blackwood

Age: 40

Race: Human

Class: Paladin

Brief History: Davonar was born to a Paladin & a Priest, both devout in holy magic. He was raised to be a Paladin, prepared with training and so it was. For years, he studied, worked hard and what else was needed. He achieved official Paladin-ship at eighteen, taking up his father's old armor. He has been through many journeys, far and wide in location. Now, after the devastating effect of Cataclysm, Davonar has begun work around the world, helping Horde & Alliance both on fixing the mess Deathwing brought.

Sorry if my character isn't all that interesting. Late night and all ._.

Post by Morec0

(( It's not bad, actually. Just remember to put out of character posts in paranthesis like this here.

EDIT: And you may want to consider creating a Question and Answer post for this, like what was done with A20 and AAS. ))

Post by senedor

((Well, this was the sign-up thread. I intended to then create a true roleplay thread. I might create the Q&A, sounds like a good idea))

Post by Morec0

Post by Monday

Funden "The Frost Knight" Orebeard

Age: 225

Race: Dwarf

Class: Death Knight

Brief Character History: Funden was born in Anvilmar and led a largely uninteresting life. He trained as a tracker and later on met a friend of his father who trained him as a fighter. He married early on and had a son named Fundaen. After that he formed a mercenary group known as Stormcross, taking them far across Azeroth. In the end, he left it in the care of his son and left the group along with his friend Khaz. They split, meeting again in the Wetlands just in time for a push by the Dragonmaw. Thery pushed the Dragonmaw back but discovered a tunnel. Funden, Khaz, a priest named Khorin and a paladin named Karn entered the tunnel, only to have Funden killed by a Crypt Lord, part of a Scourge task force. Funden then awoke in Northrend and began life as a Scourgelord in Eastern Northrend. He split from the control of the Lich King in a fight with the Paladin Karn, and he faked his death just before the Alliance and Horde left to Outland.

He resurfaced to help his son in his leadership of Stormcross, then vanished, until now.

Post by Behelich

Morgan "High Necrolord" Overdale

Race:Human

Age: 58

Class: Shadow Priest/Necromancer

Brief Character History: Morgan started as an inquisitor of the Scarlet Crusade, then defected to form the Argent Dawn when Fairbanks declared about the corruption of the Crusade. He valiantly fought the Scourge and followed Tirion when the Argent Crusade was formed. However, sometime at Northrend he fell to the Scourge, his body taken to the Icecrown Citadel. There, Arthas resurrected him and binded him to his will, granting him necromantic powers. After Arthas's fall, Morgan rallied quite a few Death Knight, San'Layn and Ymirjar royalists under his command and hijacked an empty necropolis, Zeramas. His current whereabouts, or his affiliations are unknown yet, however he once reappeared to assault the Twilight Hammer from above, severely decimating their ranks before vanishing.

Post by senedor

((Well, this was the sign-up thread. I intended to then create a true roleplay thread. I might create the Q&A, sounds like a good idea))

(( For the RP thread, I think you should just convert this to it (via rename option and maybe editing the first post). Or is that what you were intending? ))

((I am going to do that in just a moment))

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Davonar Blackwood.

In the midsts of the Cataclysm, many people had died due to the changing of the ground. Some people lost their family, some lost an friend. It has been all told before, and it was a tie to an aged Paladin, who was on his faithful steed riding through Ashenvale. He was silent, watching for someone or something. He looked ahead as he saw two people and slowed his steed. As he came to a stop, he spoke up to the two, "Greetings." He shifted and stepped off of his horse, his armor clanking a bit. He untied his hammer from his back and tied it to his steed for a moment. He waited for the two to come into more speaking distance, "I never expected to run into people on my way down to see an old friend. Why do you walk through these lands without much a worry for what may lurk?"

Post by Morec0

(( You may want to go ahead and create the Question and Answer, so people can get to understand the concept of this RP better while keeping the ammount of posts in the RP to RP posts. And for your character posts you need to include their location as well, like below. Makes it easier to keep track of which characters are with which other characters. ))

Characters: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Ashenvale

Krista stopped and sat down on a nearby stump. "You okay, sister?" Ivan asked, turning back to face her.

"Just tired," Krista replied. "Let's stop here to rest for a bit."

Ivan nodded and sat down as well. He would have brought out something to eat, but neither of them had any food. The last meal they had eaten had been a few days ago, and they weren't able to catch anything that lived in the forest. They prayed to the Light - hoping that it would listen to them - for some kind of meal.

Ivan jumped to his feet as he heard someone approaching, gripping the sword on his back. To his relief he saw it was another human. "I suppose I could ask the same of you," he replied to the paladin. "And who says that we're are aware of what is around here?"

"Besides," Krista interjected, a slightly mocking tone in her voice. "What's it to you?"
You wanted food, Blackbite said within her mind, there it is. Just kill the paladin and you'll be able to feed off of his remains.
Disgusting wretch, Krista thought back at it, shut up!
It may be your only option, human, Blackbite snarled.
No level of hunger could ever force me to become that much more of a monster. I'll leave that to you.
Blackbite laughed.

Ivan shot his sister a quick look, before turning back to the paladin. "You'll have to forgive my sister, she's a bit untrusting of strangers."
No sense in that, Bloodhowl agreed. We're all sentient beings h-
Don't even try to talk your way out of my mind, monster, Ivan spat back.
I appologize.

Post by Behelich

Morgan Overdale
Somewhere in the Hinterlands, in the crashed necropolis Zeramas

"High Necrolord, we are awaiting orders."

A San'Layn, formerly navigator of Zeramas, came up to Morgan, and saluted. Necromancer, standing on the balcony, slowly turned to face the elf.

"The time to strike at Caer Darrow and reclaim what belongs to us has come." - he said in a emotion-less voice. - "Set up the assault squad. Five Death Knights and three San'Layn necromancers should be enough."

"Yes, sir!" - San'Layn saluted again and rushed to the deck. Morgan called for his Death Knight officer.

"Baron Corvus, how many shadowfrost shards do we have left?" - he inquired.
"Almost two hundred, high Necrolord." - replied Baron.
"Good. Then, make sure the squad has one. Baron, I want you to lead the attack."
"Yes, sir!"

Morgan returned to the balcony, looking at the island of Caer Darrow, barely visible from this distance.

"The Impostor... The Traitor Queen... You will pay. For everything."

Post by Morec0

Characters: Morec, House of Rivendare, Vrem Dartskul, Sithia Frozenbone
Location: Undercity

"Bah!" Morec said, setting down his twelveth mug of ale. "This ale is too weak! I can't taste anything or feel any effects!" He muttered something under his breath and then looked over at the bartender. "What are you brewing back there? Water? That's more or less what this is!"

"You can't taste anyting because you're dead, love," Sithia calmly reminded him, placing her rime-covered boney fingers on his shoulder.

"Meh," Morec said, looking over at her. "If ale isn't strong enought to get the dead drunk then it shouldn't be called ale! It should be called something that shows it's pathetic status!"

Sithia giggled slightly. "Like what?" the female forsaken asked.

Morec thought for a moment. "Ummm... Aha! I know! They should call it fale!" He laughed and Sithia broke into a fit of giggles.

Vrem just ignored the other two undead, shutting out their conversation as she sat polishing his gun. Rottalon landed on her master's shoulder and peckd at his head affectionately, but he also ignored that.

Post by Random0008

Character : Gabriel-Logan "Wolfbane" Sly, Alisa "Wyrmbane" Sly
Location : Ashenvale
Races : Gilnean Worgen

Logan and Alisa are two siblings coming from a noble Gilnean family. They chose to leave their mansion in Gilneas to explore the now free world, and parted with their parents on good terms.

Gabriel-Logan is a well-built worgen, has short brown hair which he usually keeps in a spiky manner, and has chestnut eyes. Since the cure split his worgen side from him, his worgen side took on the name "Wolfbane". He is a battlemage, skilled in both magic and physical combat. He is especially skilled with a sniper rifle.

Alisa stands slightly shorter than her brother, with a slender, curvy figure and smooth, long black hair and shining green eyes. When the cure separated her and her worgen form as two identities, the beast within her termed herself "Wyrmbane." She has followed the path of a warlock.

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The two worgen siblings were enjoying a small journey through Ashenvale, having not been there in quite a while.

Post by Morec0

Characters: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Ashenvale

Krista looked down the path as she thought she heard more people approaching. She frowned as she saw two more humans getting nearer. Damn it, she thought, I had thought that this place was supposed to be mostly deserteed. Why are there human's everywhere?
I'll kill them, Blackbite said, if you'll just let me out.
No where near my intentions, the human replied to her worgen half. So keep quiet.

Post by Random0008

Character : Logan and Alisa
Location : Ashenvale

As the two saw the figuers approaching, they quickly assumed they were hostile and morphed into their worgen forms, just in case.

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Post by Morec0

Characters: Ivan "Bloodhowl" Jeret, Krista "Blackbite" Jeret
Location: Ashenvale

Krista's eyes widened as she saw the two transform and she jumped to her feet. "Ivan! Worgen!"
Really? Blackbite asked, chuckling. What wonderful luck! Hopefully they're hostile!
I'll kill us both before you get a chance to get out.

Ivan heared his sister's words and grabbed for the hilt of his sword. Yes, he could see them now. The damnable monsters. He'd heard that there were some here, but he'd hoped that it had just been rumors.
Apparently the words of the other travelers were true, Bloodhowl said within Ivan's mind. Now I feel bad for not beliving them.
You should feel bad for having kill them.
Then you should feel bad for helping them with the orcs that attaacked. If you hadn't I never would have gotten out. As such, it's fair to say that we're both at fual-
Shut up! Ivan yelled back at his worgen half. He could also hear a very faint movement in the bushes, and he prayed to the Light that it wasn't more worgen.

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