04-28-2010, 11:03 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
Hello there!
I'm absolutely ecstatic that I've stumbled upon this server; I've spent about an hour and a half looking over the rules, regulations, and forum and it all looks remarkably well-regulated - and it could very well be exactly the kind of community I've been looking for.
I've been an avid role-player and gamer for the past four years and I've been a storyteller for much longer. I was introduced to role-playing through an RPG called Neverwinter Nights, where I played on a smaller (average 50 or so players logged on at any given time) privately-owned server much like this one. This server had strict regulations about staying in-character and trying to preserve realism, and I found these strict regulations to be very conducive to creating an immersive, enjoyable environment. I learned all I know about role-playing from this server and I enjoyed it immensely, but I always felt like the maturity of the server could have been taken up a notch, which ultimately drove me to seeking a more mature community elsewhere. By the looks of it, Conquest of the Horde may fit that bill.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I live in America and I speak primarily English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
My brother introduced me to World of Warcraft back in 2007, and I played it off-and-on for about a year. The role-play servers frustrated me and the action servers bored me, so I stopped playing and returned to my old RP-focused RPG. I didn't know private, regulated RP servers like this one existed, and stumbling upon CotH is enough to make me want to begin playing World of Warcraft again!
What made you seek our server over others?:
I found frustration with the retail RP servers because of the simple fact: RP barely exists there. It's crowded, it's loud, it's obnoxious, and it didn't conform to my standards of a fun, immersive role-play environment.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Absolutely everything!
I've played a wide variety of characters in the past, ones who were focused more on fighting to ones who were focused on tavern schmoozing. When I create a character, I usually try to ensure they can at least dip their fingers into some of every kind of role-play, concept-permitting.
The only kind of RP I dislike, in general, is RP in very large crowds. A group of more than about 10 at the maximum becomes too chaotic and I'll tend to break off from large groups if the numbers get out of hand.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I'm quite flexible in this department and I find it difficult to choose favorites. I tend to choose races and classes based on what groups of people I would like to get involved most with rather than harboring a personal favorite.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I expect that this server will do its best to preserve an immersive role-playing environment by removing players who would callously disrupt fun for others. I also expect that the server will always abide by its own rules and enforce those rules fairly and evenly.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Goodness, they're all so great.
But if I had to choose, I would say "Role-playing," followed closely by "Respect."
The role-playing rule appeals to me for the simple reason that it's what I'm playing this game for. It takes a dedicated server to create an environment that will nurture quality RP, and this kind of server is hard to find, trust me.
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!:
This is something I wrote for my favorite character back on my old server. It embodies some of the many issues he found difficult to grapple with on his pursuit of justice.
Streaming winter sun dried the cobbles that day,
When I passed quickly down the chilling street,
Through the stony drear below the cloudy gray,
And the voice called out to me.
"What is justice?" it asked.
I turned around and saw a young boy
He and his sister at merry play
Eyes alight with dry winter day to enjoy,
Climbing, playing in an empty crate beside the roadside way.
"Why do you wish to know what justice is?" asked I.
"You are a young boy; you have all the world ahead.
Return to your games, yes, go. Goodbye."
But the young boy just shook his sandy head.
"Please, sir, I need to know—
I need to know what justice is."
I took steps closer and saw his red-cheeked sister
Within the wooden wayside crate, wide young eyes
Peering from beneath the splintered edge
Looking at me.
"Very well, boy," said I, lifting my chin.
"I will tell you what justice is.
Justice is the smell of the baker's honest bread
And the blacksmith's calluses and sooty sweat
And the muted colors of the tailor's simple thread.
Justice is, justice is: no regret.
Justice is ink, my tongue, my words,
And yours — and his — and hers.
Justice is your conscience.
Justice is your scars.
Time, time, and time again,
Justice, justice is the blood of bad men."
The boy nodded, but furrowed his brow, unsure.
"I knew a bad man once," said he.
"I saw him playing cards once,
By the dockside he would play,
With dice and teeth and she who danced the night away.
I smelled his bitter breath once,
To his clothes and shaggy hair the reeking, rotting clung,
I smelled, I did, I smelled the tavern on his tongue.
I heard his roaring voice once,
The wooden walls would tremble, quiver, shake,
And I'd proffer mother's quilt to hide, just for my sister's sake.
I saw him beat his wife once,
And next I was sure his loved ones he reviled,
For next, I saw, I saw him hit his child."
"Young boy," said I, "He sounds like a very bad man indeed."
"Yes," said he, "And one day, he beat his wife too sore,
And not just bruises, but hungry, angry greed.
She'd had enough then, too much, and she stood up nevermore.
Now his head
Is somewhere below the guillotine,
Since that's the proper thing to do with bad men,
They said.
But please, tell me sir, I must know—
Is that what justice is?"
"Yes, boy," said I. "That is what justice is."
"That is good," sighed he, and smiled at me with relief.
"But I have one more question.
That man, that bad man — he was my father; I wear his scars, you see?
Now we eat by the clink of copper in a hollow tin cup,
At first winter drop we crawl into this street-side crate, just me and she,
And we have no roof to conjure up.
The scavenging cats keep us up at night
Shrieking at the bones of crumbled alley-fish.
The cobbles, their cold arms, they brace us tight,
I hear the sighs, the moans, the chorus,
Of the night.
They whisper,
'You, you, you.'
Please, sir, tell me, tell me—
Is that justice too?"
And suddenly I saw.
I looked and saw his ill-cheeked sister's face
Was thin with hunger, hunger raw
And a simple soiled blanket was their resting place.
I saw the bread crust, the muted cloth, their sooty feet.
I saw the fish bones, scattered in the filthy street.
She whispered, You, you, you.
I saw bright eyes no more—
But wide, round eyes — with fear.
How had I not seen such things before?
I swallowed the tiny hooks that snared my throat,
I stared, my blind eye, blind I, and finally,
Spoke I.
"Yes, dear child, poor child,
This is justice too."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I merely wish to reiterate how impressed I am with the professional feeling of this server. I hope to get involved in some awesome role-play here!
Hello there!
I'm absolutely ecstatic that I've stumbled upon this server; I've spent about an hour and a half looking over the rules, regulations, and forum and it all looks remarkably well-regulated - and it could very well be exactly the kind of community I've been looking for.
I've been an avid role-player and gamer for the past four years and I've been a storyteller for much longer. I was introduced to role-playing through an RPG called Neverwinter Nights, where I played on a smaller (average 50 or so players logged on at any given time) privately-owned server much like this one. This server had strict regulations about staying in-character and trying to preserve realism, and I found these strict regulations to be very conducive to creating an immersive, enjoyable environment. I learned all I know about role-playing from this server and I enjoyed it immensely, but I always felt like the maturity of the server could have been taken up a notch, which ultimately drove me to seeking a more mature community elsewhere. By the looks of it, Conquest of the Horde may fit that bill.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
I live in America and I speak primarily English.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
My brother introduced me to World of Warcraft back in 2007, and I played it off-and-on for about a year. The role-play servers frustrated me and the action servers bored me, so I stopped playing and returned to my old RP-focused RPG. I didn't know private, regulated RP servers like this one existed, and stumbling upon CotH is enough to make me want to begin playing World of Warcraft again!
What made you seek our server over others?:
I found frustration with the retail RP servers because of the simple fact: RP barely exists there. It's crowded, it's loud, it's obnoxious, and it didn't conform to my standards of a fun, immersive role-play environment.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Absolutely everything!
I've played a wide variety of characters in the past, ones who were focused more on fighting to ones who were focused on tavern schmoozing. When I create a character, I usually try to ensure they can at least dip their fingers into some of every kind of role-play, concept-permitting.
The only kind of RP I dislike, in general, is RP in very large crowds. A group of more than about 10 at the maximum becomes too chaotic and I'll tend to break off from large groups if the numbers get out of hand.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
I'm quite flexible in this department and I find it difficult to choose favorites. I tend to choose races and classes based on what groups of people I would like to get involved most with rather than harboring a personal favorite.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I expect that this server will do its best to preserve an immersive role-playing environment by removing players who would callously disrupt fun for others. I also expect that the server will always abide by its own rules and enforce those rules fairly and evenly.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Goodness, they're all so great.
But if I had to choose, I would say "Role-playing," followed closely by "Respect."
The role-playing rule appeals to me for the simple reason that it's what I'm playing this game for. It takes a dedicated server to create an environment that will nurture quality RP, and this kind of server is hard to find, trust me.
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!:
This is something I wrote for my favorite character back on my old server. It embodies some of the many issues he found difficult to grapple with on his pursuit of justice.
Streaming winter sun dried the cobbles that day,
When I passed quickly down the chilling street,
Through the stony drear below the cloudy gray,
And the voice called out to me.
"What is justice?" it asked.
I turned around and saw a young boy
He and his sister at merry play
Eyes alight with dry winter day to enjoy,
Climbing, playing in an empty crate beside the roadside way.
"Why do you wish to know what justice is?" asked I.
"You are a young boy; you have all the world ahead.
Return to your games, yes, go. Goodbye."
But the young boy just shook his sandy head.
"Please, sir, I need to know—
I need to know what justice is."
I took steps closer and saw his red-cheeked sister
Within the wooden wayside crate, wide young eyes
Peering from beneath the splintered edge
Looking at me.
"Very well, boy," said I, lifting my chin.
"I will tell you what justice is.
Justice is the smell of the baker's honest bread
And the blacksmith's calluses and sooty sweat
And the muted colors of the tailor's simple thread.
Justice is, justice is: no regret.
Justice is ink, my tongue, my words,
And yours — and his — and hers.
Justice is your conscience.
Justice is your scars.
Time, time, and time again,
Justice, justice is the blood of bad men."
The boy nodded, but furrowed his brow, unsure.
"I knew a bad man once," said he.
"I saw him playing cards once,
By the dockside he would play,
With dice and teeth and she who danced the night away.
I smelled his bitter breath once,
To his clothes and shaggy hair the reeking, rotting clung,
I smelled, I did, I smelled the tavern on his tongue.
I heard his roaring voice once,
The wooden walls would tremble, quiver, shake,
And I'd proffer mother's quilt to hide, just for my sister's sake.
I saw him beat his wife once,
And next I was sure his loved ones he reviled,
For next, I saw, I saw him hit his child."
"Young boy," said I, "He sounds like a very bad man indeed."
"Yes," said he, "And one day, he beat his wife too sore,
And not just bruises, but hungry, angry greed.
She'd had enough then, too much, and she stood up nevermore.
Now his head
Is somewhere below the guillotine,
Since that's the proper thing to do with bad men,
They said.
But please, tell me sir, I must know—
Is that what justice is?"
"Yes, boy," said I. "That is what justice is."
"That is good," sighed he, and smiled at me with relief.
"But I have one more question.
That man, that bad man — he was my father; I wear his scars, you see?
Now we eat by the clink of copper in a hollow tin cup,
At first winter drop we crawl into this street-side crate, just me and she,
And we have no roof to conjure up.
The scavenging cats keep us up at night
Shrieking at the bones of crumbled alley-fish.
The cobbles, their cold arms, they brace us tight,
I hear the sighs, the moans, the chorus,
Of the night.
They whisper,
'You, you, you.'
Please, sir, tell me, tell me—
Is that justice too?"
And suddenly I saw.
I looked and saw his ill-cheeked sister's face
Was thin with hunger, hunger raw
And a simple soiled blanket was their resting place.
I saw the bread crust, the muted cloth, their sooty feet.
I saw the fish bones, scattered in the filthy street.
She whispered, You, you, you.
I saw bright eyes no more—
But wide, round eyes — with fear.
How had I not seen such things before?
I swallowed the tiny hooks that snared my throat,
I stared, my blind eye, blind I, and finally,
Spoke I.
"Yes, dear child, poor child,
This is justice too."
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
I merely wish to reiterate how impressed I am with the professional feeling of this server. I hope to get involved in some awesome role-play here!
