05-09-2009, 05:52 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I'm a traveller by nature. I never remain in one place longer than three years. I have lived in various places around England, Italy and Switzerland. However wherever i live Azeroth remains with me; it is a place i shall always live, thrive and prosper.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I was born in England and due to my Parents my primary language is English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I saw it advertised when playing WC3 on battle.net. Oh, how my curiousity pays off. They say curiousity kills the cat, well my curiousity got me killed thousands of times by Stranglethorn Vale gankers.
What made you seek our server over others?:
Im studying English Literature at Uni and hope to someday become a writer. Fantasy is close to my heart and Im hoping a RP server will open up my imagination further.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
To avoid wasting both our times, i shall instead answer the question "What kinds of roleplay do you not enjoy?". The answer, none. All aspects are fun if participants are willing to commit. However I am a sucker for a bit of Tribe/Clan rivalry and conflict.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love the undead as they are mischievous and cheeky, yet dire and sinsere. However Trolls open a great gateway for comical roleplaying. My favourite classes for roleplaying purposes are Warlock/mage. Lots of fun skills which can be used as roleplaying tools. Druid too for its useful shapeshifting, but id be too tempted to just roleplay a cat all the time.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I just expect to have a good time, talk with good people, and overall have some experimental fun.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
The use of proper literature. As an english student i love to explore imagary and connotations of the mind through the experimental use of word weaving. An essential tool for true storytelling and roleplaying in my oppinion.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
Sarah loved things that were, as she was, petit and adorable. One day she was daydreaming just outside of Darkshire where her father was assigned as a night watchman. She had not gone far as that would mean defying her father's orders. She knew full well that she would have to face the wrath of her loving father who would punish her for scaring him if she were to wonder too far into the misty woods.
Sarah's daydream was interupted by a quiet yet high pitch muttering. Catching her eye was a green glowing orb laying not too far from the mossy lump on which she sat. Upon further inspection she realised it was no orb but a small little creature with a grumpy expression and tiny horns. Sarah, concerened by its upsetting expression asked the creature why it was so glum. The little creature did not respond with anything more than incoherrant muttering and then immediately afterwards ran into the forest.
Against her better judgment, Sarah, whose curious mind was caught up in the moment, gave chase to the creature of her fascination. She chased it through the forest until it ran into a, what seemed derelict, hut.
Slowly Sarah crept into the old cobweb infested structure and with her quivering voice she very quietly and nervously called out to her already missing new friend. Stepping into the single roomed building, the door slammed tightly shut behind her. The door was unexplainably jammed shut, and Sarah unable to leave, the few windows being filled with broken pains of shattered and sharp glass, a clear guilatene for anyone who tries to use them as alternative exits.
Sarah looked out the window, hoping to see a faint golden flicker of her fathers, or one of his colleagues, torches. Sarah would call out to them so they could help her leave this forsaken building, but she saw no light at the end of this tunnel.
"So i see you met my little friend" Said a dire voice from behind.
Sarah left the window and turned around to find staring back at her, the little creature that she had followed into here. It was perched on the shoulder of a sinsere cloaked and hooded man of a small frame. He looked very skinny, which is expected of someone living in these forests with nothing but mushrooms to eat. Nothing nutrious grows from this degraded and cursed soil.
"Yes" Sarah replied, the word only just able to leaving the tense throat of the scared girl.
"He is a noisense of an imp, but he has his uses, he brought you to me afterall didnt he?"
The robed man removed his hood to reveal a face almost bare of flesh. It was at this moment that Sarah knew she was the captive of one of the scourge's Warlocks.
"I cannot let you leave this building at the moment for you are the daughter of a watchman, and that is a great tool for someone like me who has been assigned the task of infiltrating Darkshire. I am a warlock, my name is Jinzuul, but you may call me master!"
The Undead warlock produced a deteriorating book from his robe and began to mutter an incantation of demonic tongue. These words were what made curious Sarah a slave of the scourge.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope, i just hope you liked my story.
I'm a traveller by nature. I never remain in one place longer than three years. I have lived in various places around England, Italy and Switzerland. However wherever i live Azeroth remains with me; it is a place i shall always live, thrive and prosper.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I was born in England and due to my Parents my primary language is English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
I saw it advertised when playing WC3 on battle.net. Oh, how my curiousity pays off. They say curiousity kills the cat, well my curiousity got me killed thousands of times by Stranglethorn Vale gankers.
What made you seek our server over others?:
Im studying English Literature at Uni and hope to someday become a writer. Fantasy is close to my heart and Im hoping a RP server will open up my imagination further.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
To avoid wasting both our times, i shall instead answer the question "What kinds of roleplay do you not enjoy?". The answer, none. All aspects are fun if participants are willing to commit. However I am a sucker for a bit of Tribe/Clan rivalry and conflict.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I love the undead as they are mischievous and cheeky, yet dire and sinsere. However Trolls open a great gateway for comical roleplaying. My favourite classes for roleplaying purposes are Warlock/mage. Lots of fun skills which can be used as roleplaying tools. Druid too for its useful shapeshifting, but id be too tempted to just roleplay a cat all the time.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I just expect to have a good time, talk with good people, and overall have some experimental fun.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
The use of proper literature. As an english student i love to explore imagary and connotations of the mind through the experimental use of word weaving. An essential tool for true storytelling and roleplaying in my oppinion.
Lastly, tell us a story! It can be short, it can be long; but most importantly, we want to see your work in action. Go!:
Sarah loved things that were, as she was, petit and adorable. One day she was daydreaming just outside of Darkshire where her father was assigned as a night watchman. She had not gone far as that would mean defying her father's orders. She knew full well that she would have to face the wrath of her loving father who would punish her for scaring him if she were to wonder too far into the misty woods.
Sarah's daydream was interupted by a quiet yet high pitch muttering. Catching her eye was a green glowing orb laying not too far from the mossy lump on which she sat. Upon further inspection she realised it was no orb but a small little creature with a grumpy expression and tiny horns. Sarah, concerened by its upsetting expression asked the creature why it was so glum. The little creature did not respond with anything more than incoherrant muttering and then immediately afterwards ran into the forest.
Against her better judgment, Sarah, whose curious mind was caught up in the moment, gave chase to the creature of her fascination. She chased it through the forest until it ran into a, what seemed derelict, hut.
Slowly Sarah crept into the old cobweb infested structure and with her quivering voice she very quietly and nervously called out to her already missing new friend. Stepping into the single roomed building, the door slammed tightly shut behind her. The door was unexplainably jammed shut, and Sarah unable to leave, the few windows being filled with broken pains of shattered and sharp glass, a clear guilatene for anyone who tries to use them as alternative exits.
Sarah looked out the window, hoping to see a faint golden flicker of her fathers, or one of his colleagues, torches. Sarah would call out to them so they could help her leave this forsaken building, but she saw no light at the end of this tunnel.
"So i see you met my little friend" Said a dire voice from behind.
Sarah left the window and turned around to find staring back at her, the little creature that she had followed into here. It was perched on the shoulder of a sinsere cloaked and hooded man of a small frame. He looked very skinny, which is expected of someone living in these forests with nothing but mushrooms to eat. Nothing nutrious grows from this degraded and cursed soil.
"Yes" Sarah replied, the word only just able to leaving the tense throat of the scared girl.
"He is a noisense of an imp, but he has his uses, he brought you to me afterall didnt he?"
The robed man removed his hood to reveal a face almost bare of flesh. It was at this moment that Sarah knew she was the captive of one of the scourge's Warlocks.
"I cannot let you leave this building at the moment for you are the daughter of a watchman, and that is a great tool for someone like me who has been assigned the task of infiltrating Darkshire. I am a warlock, my name is Jinzuul, but you may call me master!"
The Undead warlock produced a deteriorating book from his robe and began to mutter an incantation of demonic tongue. These words were what made curious Sarah a slave of the scourge.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
Nope, i just hope you liked my story.