04-12-2011, 07:10 PM
First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player.:
I'm a preety experienced rper, I enjoy getting into a game, and I'd like to consider myself as a mature man when it comes to gaming.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
Russia, I speak Russian, English, and German.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Watching over my brothers shoulder in 2004 when he first started playing WoW, later I got into it, and eventually played through the warcraft series. I still play Warcraft 3 and Frozen Throne custom games, and I'm trying to get back into WoW.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
Yours was the top of the list on a google search for "WoW rp private servers"
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Freindly Rp with a few freinds, meeting enemies, having a monologue before a battle.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Dranei Paladin. Just something about them.
What are your expectations of this server?:
To have a freindly, fun, time.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Humility, I admire a humble, freindly community.
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!:
The rain poured relentlessly on the now moist earth. making it muddy, as thunder roared in the skies above. The steel sabatons of a sihloutted figure trudged through the wet plains, moving at a brisk pace, matching the beat of the rain on his armor. After a few paces, the figure stops on an outcropping looking over the surrounding area. There was a flat, wet plain stretching for several hundred meters, until it met a ragged hill in the distance. The figure stopped on the outcropping, pulled out his hefty, Anvil head shaped mace and dropped it to the ground, resting his hands on the hilt. The figures helmet lifted up, revealing a gruff looking face, with bright blue eyes, a face that's seen too much, but still manages to hold strong. The man stared off into the direction of the hills waiting, not moving any parts of his Metal covered body. As the rain pitter-pattered on his armor, another sound started emerging, the sound of thousands of footfalls squishing, and trudging through the wet plains. a head appeared over the hills, then a body, then a few dozen more bodies. Until a line of dark figures moved down from the hills onto the plains. Soon there was a clear army of dark figures marching down the hills across the plains to the armor covered figure on the outcropping. Yet, the figure did not move. several of the dark figures began stringing bows and firing projectiles towards the armor covered man, missing him by centimeters. Once the figures were less than a hundred meters away from the outcropping, the Man finally lifted up his mace with one hand, raised it up into the air and pointed it towards the approaching army. With a Heroic roar, the man bellowed "For the glory of our fathers, our honor, and our freedom, Charge!"
And with that, dozens of steel covered figures rushed out onto the fields, shields in hand, bows strung, and and swords poised to strike. A volley of javelins zoomed through the dark sky, into the incoming army, felling a line of charging figures, that were now almost at spears reach. A line of infantry pummeled into the dark figures, with tusks coming out of their figures, a faint dark flame licking at the infantry like flames, was met with the slashing of swords into the dark figures skeletal like bodies. Chants could be heard coming cloaked figures. Purple flames erupted from their bodies, flying from their hooded frames towards the lines of men, fighting with the strange creatures. Men were lifted up by the purple flames, their bodies torn to shreds in the midst of the battle. Several disheartened men stumbled back, falling into the wet, ground. It wasn't mud that now splashed on them, but blood. One man fell and started moving back as a figure began to rapidly approach him with a blackened blade, stained with blood. The man could do nothing but stare in horror as his doom approached him, when out of the darkness erupted a bright light, as the man with the mace raced through the crowds lifting up his hammer, and smashing it on the heads of the tusked beasts. Now strengthened by his prescense, the men regained their confidence and pushed forward towards the robed figures, smashing into them, tearing, smashing, and smiting the dark figures until there was no trace of them. As the storm overheard cleared, a bright light shined upon the victors of the battle, blood stained men with other worldly cuts and scars, standing victorious in the marshes of the dead, with their weapons held high, and cheers of brotherly pride shouted towards the skies.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
This seems like an interesting server, and I'd love to get some feedback and try it out.
I'm a preety experienced rper, I enjoy getting into a game, and I'd like to consider myself as a mature man when it comes to gaming.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?
Russia, I speak Russian, English, and German.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Watching over my brothers shoulder in 2004 when he first started playing WoW, later I got into it, and eventually played through the warcraft series. I still play Warcraft 3 and Frozen Throne custom games, and I'm trying to get back into WoW.
What made you seek our server over others? (or How did you find us?):
Yours was the top of the list on a google search for "WoW rp private servers"
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
Freindly Rp with a few freinds, meeting enemies, having a monologue before a battle.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Dranei Paladin. Just something about them.
What are your expectations of this server?:
To have a freindly, fun, time.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Humility, I admire a humble, freindly community.
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!:
The rain poured relentlessly on the now moist earth. making it muddy, as thunder roared in the skies above. The steel sabatons of a sihloutted figure trudged through the wet plains, moving at a brisk pace, matching the beat of the rain on his armor. After a few paces, the figure stops on an outcropping looking over the surrounding area. There was a flat, wet plain stretching for several hundred meters, until it met a ragged hill in the distance. The figure stopped on the outcropping, pulled out his hefty, Anvil head shaped mace and dropped it to the ground, resting his hands on the hilt. The figures helmet lifted up, revealing a gruff looking face, with bright blue eyes, a face that's seen too much, but still manages to hold strong. The man stared off into the direction of the hills waiting, not moving any parts of his Metal covered body. As the rain pitter-pattered on his armor, another sound started emerging, the sound of thousands of footfalls squishing, and trudging through the wet plains. a head appeared over the hills, then a body, then a few dozen more bodies. Until a line of dark figures moved down from the hills onto the plains. Soon there was a clear army of dark figures marching down the hills across the plains to the armor covered figure on the outcropping. Yet, the figure did not move. several of the dark figures began stringing bows and firing projectiles towards the armor covered man, missing him by centimeters. Once the figures were less than a hundred meters away from the outcropping, the Man finally lifted up his mace with one hand, raised it up into the air and pointed it towards the approaching army. With a Heroic roar, the man bellowed "For the glory of our fathers, our honor, and our freedom, Charge!"
And with that, dozens of steel covered figures rushed out onto the fields, shields in hand, bows strung, and and swords poised to strike. A volley of javelins zoomed through the dark sky, into the incoming army, felling a line of charging figures, that were now almost at spears reach. A line of infantry pummeled into the dark figures, with tusks coming out of their figures, a faint dark flame licking at the infantry like flames, was met with the slashing of swords into the dark figures skeletal like bodies. Chants could be heard coming cloaked figures. Purple flames erupted from their bodies, flying from their hooded frames towards the lines of men, fighting with the strange creatures. Men were lifted up by the purple flames, their bodies torn to shreds in the midst of the battle. Several disheartened men stumbled back, falling into the wet, ground. It wasn't mud that now splashed on them, but blood. One man fell and started moving back as a figure began to rapidly approach him with a blackened blade, stained with blood. The man could do nothing but stare in horror as his doom approached him, when out of the darkness erupted a bright light, as the man with the mace raced through the crowds lifting up his hammer, and smashing it on the heads of the tusked beasts. Now strengthened by his prescense, the men regained their confidence and pushed forward towards the robed figures, smashing into them, tearing, smashing, and smiting the dark figures until there was no trace of them. As the storm overheard cleared, a bright light shined upon the victors of the battle, blood stained men with other worldly cuts and scars, standing victorious in the marshes of the dead, with their weapons held high, and cheers of brotherly pride shouted towards the skies.
Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:
This seems like an interesting server, and I'd love to get some feedback and try it out.
