07-19-2010, 12:12 AM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Hello sires! With a warm greeting, my name is Yaroglek.. I really can't fathom the fact I made that my screen-name, lol. To begin with, I would call myself a Virgo-person; at times I can make wordly ['accusations' of things in] conversations, and [in others] I can make a strong, level-headed statement that others can acknowledge. I have a visible sense of humor, perhaps barely vulgar, and I indefinitely want to prevent quarreling with fellow CoTHians (that's a good denonym, phew). For, there would be no sense in calling a place with many undesirable differences and arguments a community! I highly respect people who serve their countries or have done honorable things in their past. In a few years, I plan to go to West Point Academy, as soon I collect all the credentials. Yet I typically refrain from talking about that, and I don't boast about it.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I was born in Dublin, Ireland [while my already American parents were on a business trip], and raised there for several years. My parents weren't necessarily alcoholic, but bah - it's Ireland, I won't try to stow that factor away :P. Currently, I live in New York of the United States, where I often go backpacking in the Adirondacks' further north. My English is fluent, and I have an exceptional vocabulary.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Frankly, this may nor may not be the weirdest entry you've had, but I saw a kid playing it in a Starbucks (Star'Airgid in Irish, :3) on a laptop. It would have been extremely, positively odd if I asked the fellow what he was playing, so I simply walked out, and when I got home I did some research and found out that it was Warcraft III. After about 3 months of on-and-off play, I discovered World of Warcraft, an MMORPG version of the already awesome RTS game, when I was on battle.net. Eventually, I got into roleplaying after a lot of nerve-racking PvP, and I became adept at it in my own terms. It was much more fun, because of constant hacking and slashing and bunnyhopping I was able to relax and take my own time, or be on a swift pace to deliver a message of some sort as an emissary.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
I was looking for the "best" retail RP realm in WoW, because some of the previous ones weren't pleasant, in ways I won't bother mentioning. But indeed did I see the "Conquest of the Horde" result in my search, and it immediately came to me that a private server would be much more member-friendly and that an in-game situation would be different than "level up and THEN roleplay". To me at least, it's most definitely not that CoTH has a much bigger population (that of which I will assume, simply because of all the introduction topics), but that its, albeit large, population is 'colorful' and intelligent in the way they act [unto others].
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Personally, I enjoy a relaxed yet somehow briskly-paced roleplay. I am not the kind of roleplayer that begs and whines to stab someone or extort dogma, yet I would appreciate some interesting event here and there, such as a carrion bird painstakingly flying into a tavern room, causing its occupants to cry out in fear, which also causes papers and and beverages alike to go flying in the air in sudden astonishment. Other than that, I can put up with any type of roleplay, as long as it doesn't outright display clicheness.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
My favorite race is most likely Humanity. I feel that humans have very little opportunity to do unrealistic actions, or act unrealistically. In my opinion, it's hard to tell which is which as other, more "majestic" races, as well as the fact that magic is hard to keep at a realistic level for the common roleplayer. That statement is my own solely - I am certain there are many exceptional elven or undead roleplayers in CoTH. All in all, I would play as either a human, dwarf or orc.
What are your expectations of this server?:
My expectations are rather simple: I expect all to be treated fairly, and judging even by the manor of the introductory questions, I would note that a yes. I expect the roleplay to have quality, though I'm not a National Socialist on how good or bad a roleplay may be (sometimes, we should all take a break, in everything). Finally, I expect a clean, healthy environment, with a sane-yet-just administration governing it. For as long as I take a seat at the long table of the Conquest of the Horde community, I would sincerely hope that these all remain the same, for everyone, and I would promise to respect others' expectations, no matter how ridiculous or restrictive they may be.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Quite possibly, the Maturity rule. I have seen many immature people over my 18 years of existence, some of them idiotic, some of them simply out to gain attention. Either way, I seek a community that contains mature people, though [a] people that are friendly and conscious in life. I personally believe that CoTH is just that.
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!:
In a loomy, yet curious, manner, Graz sat down on the back porchs' rug after a long day of herding and tending to his sheep. He almost carelessly set his staff leaning against the wooden porch pillar. Graz removed his muddy deerskin boots from his feet, and set them out on the low-cut dry plot of grass around the porch to dry. He himself leaned back to stretch, resting on his elbows, then took the most prized part of the day and gazed into the infinite night sky. It would be generations to come before industry could steal from their people this, and more to come before they could overrun the natural beauty of Earth. Even still, Graz's life could be much, much better than watching the stars from a spec of sand in the middle of space. He lived on eating small bites of bread and solidified pieces of Nutmeg Baharat. He drank water barely clear enough to see the algae beneath it. Typically, he gave the best of his foods and drinks to the animals he watched over, so as to not anger his master for sickening his "subjects".
And from the boy's experience, the master's temper was volcanic.
Dozens of minutes could pass with what seemed like seconds. Though as his curious eyes shifted from one celestial object to the next, his eyes came across something much brighter on the Tower on the Hill, which was just in view, perhaps even shadowing the small pasture in the afternoon. It was a courtyard of nobility; rumor had it that anyone who dared to look its direction for more than a few seconds would be cursed with the plague or killed by an archer. Though it seemed that was put in place by a jealous vassal seeking to gain a lady's attention in courtship. Either way, the boy couldn't help his peasant-like situation, and stared upon a beautiful girl, about his age, who stood at the top of the open-windowed tower, brushing her hair elegantly. Hearing his masters' footsteps, Graz let go of the sight, and and rolled over to his cot (which was clearly located outside on the porch) and fell into a good-enough sleep in a few minutes.
The girl rose from her colorfully-fabricated bed in the late morning, and sprung about to her typical routine. After dressing into a more 'suitable' day dress, she climbed the spiral stairs all the way to the highest Tower on the Hill, where she secretly mourned for the poverty which surrounded the elegant estate. She quickly noticed the shepard boy working almost directly below the tower - petting and tending to his sheep and even renovating the pasture, which he was not paid to do, though he really wasn't paid anything, other than a place to sleep and a set of clothes to wear.
She would watch his carefulness toward animals, which warmed her lonely heart, as jewelery and velvet were far less valuable than a good friend. Even so, she knew that she could never be friends with the shepherd boy, no matter how much she begged her elders or the [rash] actions she could enact. Every time he would look her direction, she would quickly turn away, and pretend to brush her hair or dust off a sculpture or something. Yet somehow and somewhere in the mix, there would be times where she watched him and he would not give a second look.
Graz awoke to a beautiful morning - referring to the temperature, of course. The sites of the city around him were almost disgusting. The crowded slums usually baked in the sun, and every sickening smell from a person combined in the humidity. Today, however, was a misty and heavily cloudy day with less pure humidity than others. He grabbed his staff as always, and slipped his boots onto his heavily blistered feet before hauling himself up and getting started on the pasture. The same patterns with the girl as yesterday occured. At times, they would accidentally meet eachothers' gaze, and would be forced to give a wave or smile.
When the master had left to go make bets at the forum at the end of the day, it occured to Graz that something had to be done or settled with the girl... perhaps he was thinking the wrong way, but no matter what, hetrotted up the rolling hill to the far right of the pasture. The clouds made it easier to stay hidden. Stepping up to the stone base of the castle far beyond where he should go, he examined the stone fixture patterns on the wall, making it almost perfect to scale. And thus the boy did, his recklessness taking over his selflessness. Somehow, though, he still knew that there was great danger in this. The guards would at least punt him into the dungeons below if they caught him, or, if given the chance, behead him right then and there, child or not. A pauper was a pauper.
As Graz continued to climb, though still intimidated by the height, he made sure to curl around the tower as he went up, so as to stay out of the guards' view. He had absolutely no idea of their position, and luckily they didn't him, and he wanted it to stay that way.
And so Graz stepped into the window of the Tower on the Hill, where the girl kept her most prized possessions, but nothing short of friendship. He stood in his shaggy outfit, yet he hadn't even thought of what to say! The girl turned, and both of them were speechless. It was probably heartwarming to Her that he would do such a dangerous feat just to see her, and to Graz it was probably heartbreaking for her to seem stoic in his presence, considering the patterns that had occured over those past several days. The boy gave a brief sigh, and almost turned to climb back down when the girl finally spoke. "Wait," she said helplessly, "Please sit down."
Thereafter, they talked for perhaps an hour, or perhaps three hours, about their lives or interests. Either way, they both kept it as non-romantic as possible... if Graz were but a noble knight, it would have been entirely!
The girl finally introduced herself as Leriva, but Graz, though short in life-experience, and his new "acquaintance" both knew that they could never be anything more.
Leriva insisted on giving Graz many rich items so that he could buy himself a new life, but Graz hastily declined all of them. "Please, my fair lady," Graz stated, "To invoke charity on me would be to be to strip me of the life God gave me. I am here for a reason." But as he said that, Graz choked on his words. He meant what he said, yet he did wish for more wealth in his childhood. Eventually, they each forced themselves to tear apart, and Graz said good night as he shakingly climbed back down the walls.
He had been jolly all his life before meeting Leriva. Perhaps she was a witch coming to melt him to insanity! Graz frowned almost angrily upon his life, feeling that if he were to fall from those walls, that not even the poorest merchant in town would care, nor his parents were they still alive. He strolled back down the pasture, taking no effort to "hide" from castle guards, who at this point Graz hoped would simply shoot him. Graz eyed every sheep and flower that stood on the ground, and began to regret his selfish thoughts from a few minutes before.
And so the patterns ended. They both stopped noticing eachother, and all wordly fortune that Graz could have claimed was far from his impoverished hands. Though from this event in his life, Graz learned that he was much richer in his personality than he was in silver. Many could call this pointless. But to a boy, who was left without family, without inheritance or without a house to call home, he found a home in his own heart.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
The story is indeed long, but I disregarded 'tl;dr' for this case
. It may not make sense in some cases, a story about a shepherd boy and a noble girl who love eachother but know they can never marry or become close friends even; I tried to make it sound Medieval-ish all in all, as well as a bit of a cliff-hanger to promote "climatic thought" about what would or will happen in Graz's story.
With that, I bid to you all my greetings and introduction, and sincerely hope to see you in the near future!
-Yaroglek
Hello sires! With a warm greeting, my name is Yaroglek.. I really can't fathom the fact I made that my screen-name, lol. To begin with, I would call myself a Virgo-person; at times I can make wordly ['accusations' of things in] conversations, and [in others] I can make a strong, level-headed statement that others can acknowledge. I have a visible sense of humor, perhaps barely vulgar, and I indefinitely want to prevent quarreling with fellow CoTHians (that's a good denonym, phew). For, there would be no sense in calling a place with many undesirable differences and arguments a community! I highly respect people who serve their countries or have done honorable things in their past. In a few years, I plan to go to West Point Academy, as soon I collect all the credentials. Yet I typically refrain from talking about that, and I don't boast about it.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I was born in Dublin, Ireland [while my already American parents were on a business trip], and raised there for several years. My parents weren't necessarily alcoholic, but bah - it's Ireland, I won't try to stow that factor away :P. Currently, I live in New York of the United States, where I often go backpacking in the Adirondacks' further north. My English is fluent, and I have an exceptional vocabulary.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Frankly, this may nor may not be the weirdest entry you've had, but I saw a kid playing it in a Starbucks (Star'Airgid in Irish, :3) on a laptop. It would have been extremely, positively odd if I asked the fellow what he was playing, so I simply walked out, and when I got home I did some research and found out that it was Warcraft III. After about 3 months of on-and-off play, I discovered World of Warcraft, an MMORPG version of the already awesome RTS game, when I was on battle.net. Eventually, I got into roleplaying after a lot of nerve-racking PvP, and I became adept at it in my own terms. It was much more fun, because of constant hacking and slashing and bunnyhopping I was able to relax and take my own time, or be on a swift pace to deliver a message of some sort as an emissary.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
I was looking for the "best" retail RP realm in WoW, because some of the previous ones weren't pleasant, in ways I won't bother mentioning. But indeed did I see the "Conquest of the Horde" result in my search, and it immediately came to me that a private server would be much more member-friendly and that an in-game situation would be different than "level up and THEN roleplay". To me at least, it's most definitely not that CoTH has a much bigger population (that of which I will assume, simply because of all the introduction topics), but that its, albeit large, population is 'colorful' and intelligent in the way they act [unto others].
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Personally, I enjoy a relaxed yet somehow briskly-paced roleplay. I am not the kind of roleplayer that begs and whines to stab someone or extort dogma, yet I would appreciate some interesting event here and there, such as a carrion bird painstakingly flying into a tavern room, causing its occupants to cry out in fear, which also causes papers and and beverages alike to go flying in the air in sudden astonishment. Other than that, I can put up with any type of roleplay, as long as it doesn't outright display clicheness.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
My favorite race is most likely Humanity. I feel that humans have very little opportunity to do unrealistic actions, or act unrealistically. In my opinion, it's hard to tell which is which as other, more "majestic" races, as well as the fact that magic is hard to keep at a realistic level for the common roleplayer. That statement is my own solely - I am certain there are many exceptional elven or undead roleplayers in CoTH. All in all, I would play as either a human, dwarf or orc.
What are your expectations of this server?:
My expectations are rather simple: I expect all to be treated fairly, and judging even by the manor of the introductory questions, I would note that a yes. I expect the roleplay to have quality, though I'm not a National Socialist on how good or bad a roleplay may be (sometimes, we should all take a break, in everything). Finally, I expect a clean, healthy environment, with a sane-yet-just administration governing it. For as long as I take a seat at the long table of the Conquest of the Horde community, I would sincerely hope that these all remain the same, for everyone, and I would promise to respect others' expectations, no matter how ridiculous or restrictive they may be.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Quite possibly, the Maturity rule. I have seen many immature people over my 18 years of existence, some of them idiotic, some of them simply out to gain attention. Either way, I seek a community that contains mature people, though [a] people that are friendly and conscious in life. I personally believe that CoTH is just that.
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!:
In a loomy, yet curious, manner, Graz sat down on the back porchs' rug after a long day of herding and tending to his sheep. He almost carelessly set his staff leaning against the wooden porch pillar. Graz removed his muddy deerskin boots from his feet, and set them out on the low-cut dry plot of grass around the porch to dry. He himself leaned back to stretch, resting on his elbows, then took the most prized part of the day and gazed into the infinite night sky. It would be generations to come before industry could steal from their people this, and more to come before they could overrun the natural beauty of Earth. Even still, Graz's life could be much, much better than watching the stars from a spec of sand in the middle of space. He lived on eating small bites of bread and solidified pieces of Nutmeg Baharat. He drank water barely clear enough to see the algae beneath it. Typically, he gave the best of his foods and drinks to the animals he watched over, so as to not anger his master for sickening his "subjects".
And from the boy's experience, the master's temper was volcanic.
Dozens of minutes could pass with what seemed like seconds. Though as his curious eyes shifted from one celestial object to the next, his eyes came across something much brighter on the Tower on the Hill, which was just in view, perhaps even shadowing the small pasture in the afternoon. It was a courtyard of nobility; rumor had it that anyone who dared to look its direction for more than a few seconds would be cursed with the plague or killed by an archer. Though it seemed that was put in place by a jealous vassal seeking to gain a lady's attention in courtship. Either way, the boy couldn't help his peasant-like situation, and stared upon a beautiful girl, about his age, who stood at the top of the open-windowed tower, brushing her hair elegantly. Hearing his masters' footsteps, Graz let go of the sight, and and rolled over to his cot (which was clearly located outside on the porch) and fell into a good-enough sleep in a few minutes.
The girl rose from her colorfully-fabricated bed in the late morning, and sprung about to her typical routine. After dressing into a more 'suitable' day dress, she climbed the spiral stairs all the way to the highest Tower on the Hill, where she secretly mourned for the poverty which surrounded the elegant estate. She quickly noticed the shepard boy working almost directly below the tower - petting and tending to his sheep and even renovating the pasture, which he was not paid to do, though he really wasn't paid anything, other than a place to sleep and a set of clothes to wear.
She would watch his carefulness toward animals, which warmed her lonely heart, as jewelery and velvet were far less valuable than a good friend. Even so, she knew that she could never be friends with the shepherd boy, no matter how much she begged her elders or the [rash] actions she could enact. Every time he would look her direction, she would quickly turn away, and pretend to brush her hair or dust off a sculpture or something. Yet somehow and somewhere in the mix, there would be times where she watched him and he would not give a second look.
Graz awoke to a beautiful morning - referring to the temperature, of course. The sites of the city around him were almost disgusting. The crowded slums usually baked in the sun, and every sickening smell from a person combined in the humidity. Today, however, was a misty and heavily cloudy day with less pure humidity than others. He grabbed his staff as always, and slipped his boots onto his heavily blistered feet before hauling himself up and getting started on the pasture. The same patterns with the girl as yesterday occured. At times, they would accidentally meet eachothers' gaze, and would be forced to give a wave or smile.
When the master had left to go make bets at the forum at the end of the day, it occured to Graz that something had to be done or settled with the girl... perhaps he was thinking the wrong way, but no matter what, hetrotted up the rolling hill to the far right of the pasture. The clouds made it easier to stay hidden. Stepping up to the stone base of the castle far beyond where he should go, he examined the stone fixture patterns on the wall, making it almost perfect to scale. And thus the boy did, his recklessness taking over his selflessness. Somehow, though, he still knew that there was great danger in this. The guards would at least punt him into the dungeons below if they caught him, or, if given the chance, behead him right then and there, child or not. A pauper was a pauper.
As Graz continued to climb, though still intimidated by the height, he made sure to curl around the tower as he went up, so as to stay out of the guards' view. He had absolutely no idea of their position, and luckily they didn't him, and he wanted it to stay that way.
And so Graz stepped into the window of the Tower on the Hill, where the girl kept her most prized possessions, but nothing short of friendship. He stood in his shaggy outfit, yet he hadn't even thought of what to say! The girl turned, and both of them were speechless. It was probably heartwarming to Her that he would do such a dangerous feat just to see her, and to Graz it was probably heartbreaking for her to seem stoic in his presence, considering the patterns that had occured over those past several days. The boy gave a brief sigh, and almost turned to climb back down when the girl finally spoke. "Wait," she said helplessly, "Please sit down."
Thereafter, they talked for perhaps an hour, or perhaps three hours, about their lives or interests. Either way, they both kept it as non-romantic as possible... if Graz were but a noble knight, it would have been entirely!
The girl finally introduced herself as Leriva, but Graz, though short in life-experience, and his new "acquaintance" both knew that they could never be anything more.
Leriva insisted on giving Graz many rich items so that he could buy himself a new life, but Graz hastily declined all of them. "Please, my fair lady," Graz stated, "To invoke charity on me would be to be to strip me of the life God gave me. I am here for a reason." But as he said that, Graz choked on his words. He meant what he said, yet he did wish for more wealth in his childhood. Eventually, they each forced themselves to tear apart, and Graz said good night as he shakingly climbed back down the walls.
He had been jolly all his life before meeting Leriva. Perhaps she was a witch coming to melt him to insanity! Graz frowned almost angrily upon his life, feeling that if he were to fall from those walls, that not even the poorest merchant in town would care, nor his parents were they still alive. He strolled back down the pasture, taking no effort to "hide" from castle guards, who at this point Graz hoped would simply shoot him. Graz eyed every sheep and flower that stood on the ground, and began to regret his selfish thoughts from a few minutes before.
And so the patterns ended. They both stopped noticing eachother, and all wordly fortune that Graz could have claimed was far from his impoverished hands. Though from this event in his life, Graz learned that he was much richer in his personality than he was in silver. Many could call this pointless. But to a boy, who was left without family, without inheritance or without a house to call home, he found a home in his own heart.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
The story is indeed long, but I disregarded 'tl;dr' for this case
. It may not make sense in some cases, a story about a shepherd boy and a noble girl who love eachother but know they can never marry or become close friends even; I tried to make it sound Medieval-ish all in all, as well as a bit of a cliff-hanger to promote "climatic thought" about what would or will happen in Graz's story.With that, I bid to you all my greetings and introduction, and sincerely hope to see you in the near future!
-Yaroglek