It's good to be the King

[King]

First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
I like roleplaying, although it's hindered by how I can be easily distrac-... B'awww, look at these preeety orclings!..

But, really, I game focused on storylines and immersion, and have heard an environment for deep RP may be provided here.

What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
The fascinating lands of Romania, Transilvania even. Beware the King.

How did you get into Warcraft?:
Well, right off of Warcraft I really, since before I could really muster the thought-click coordination to get past the third mission.

What made you seek our server over others? :

As mentioned above, friends in the Roleplay environment have been saying that the rather restricted environment (I am led to believe may exist) turns out is the better option to really achieving in-depth roleplay. Seeing as how I don't really need a Half-gilnean, half-pandaren Warden, I think I'll mostly be fine.

What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
The closer it is to interactive improvised co-writing, the better. That's not to say it should get into boring emotes, but I appreciate strongly individualised 'scenes', be they action scenes or social scenes. I stongly, however, dislike OOC need for IC glory curbing motivation and actions in RP.

What is your favorite race/class? Why?:

I'll say... (although, of course, so many come close), Trollish Shaman. Magic is the fantasy-specific RP challenge, and I rather feel arcane, divine and druidism, are rather facile in channeling from the inside (or pulling form outer worlds/dimensions), unlike warlockery (demonology, specifically) and shamanism that add that brilliant Faustian-tinted nuance of negotiating for your powers and the consequences of that opening endless options for both motivation and sheer shiny awesomeness.

Trolls, of course, with the rich tribal voodo backgrounf that I'm very fammiliar with, are also a natural pick for me.

That said, the (I know, unplayable) Quel'Dorei, and their Sin'Dorei side-kin also fascinate me to no end.




What are your expectations of this server?:

I've basically outlined the awnser above. I'm looking for strong imaginaions backed up by manners and skill, with the will to go into deeper RP.

Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:

Maturity. The fact that rational and balanced communication is an explicit requirement fills me with glee if at least a third of the community actually follows it. Skimming the forums, it seems it might.

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 brightest flame burns quickest
That's what I heard her say

Spoiler:

Bursting into the luxurious tent with a very annoyed stride, Aerouant, master of crystals and the magical arts, tossed his cape to a side, beginning to unbutton the coat that now lay in tatters, cut by Kotoban steel. Dispensing several mutters about “good threads gone to waste on barbaric slashers”, he proceeded towards the back of the tent with heavy steps. With a tired groan, he allowed himself to drop back onto the lavish bed, likely brought into the remote skirmish camp by magical means. After several seconds of tired panting, his right hand rose into the air as he lay on the bed horizontally and, with hardly the slightest imperfection, crystal began to flourish and form in his hand into the shape of a long, slender wineglass. In synchronicity, without moving anything but his arms as he rested upon the bed, with his eyes casually closed, the left hand weaved magic to bring a premium bottle of sweet Sap Heart Special that presented the magical decency to uncork itself and become poured into the just-created crystal glass.

Opening his eyes to lean up against his elbow in order to bring the glass to his lips for a sip, Aerouant was hardly able to suppress a yelp as a flash of blue light in motion crossed his visual range, leaving the shattered glass into endless pieces as the Blade of the Witch crossed it with three slices almost instantly. With a slight growl, he looked up at Naya as she sheathed her sword, magic hiding the age and lending youth to her implacable appearance.

“Now wasn’t that a perfect waste of rare wine?”

The woman ignored him as she stepped towards the tactical map of the region, leaning over it and peering blankly.

“Really, you could give me the courtesy of an explanation at least with regard for my rank…”

Unwavering, Naya made simple notes upon the maps sprawled onto the table.

“...If not, as it never was, with regard for being your son-“

Before being able to finish his sentence, the woman’s crystal blade was a mere millimeter from Aerouant’s throat. Her eyes narrowed into his harshly.

“Listen. Listen well. And listen once and for always. We will not have soft heartfelt discussions. We will not share emotions and kind words. We will not build the brotherhood of the Envoys on ephemeral emotions nor on blood-ties. We do not afford rest no do we afford the pleasures of common mortals. If you are my son, you are the will of the Dragon. I know what you’ve been through. I know how much you need this warmth. You’re not getting it, not before showing the mastery you have is more than inherited – Proof that can be brought only by ascending beyond what you now are. The Dragon’s magic is -not- for entertainment or pleasure. We cannot waver and let our reason be curtailed by impulse or vice, for uncompromising rationality is the Dragon-blessed weapon that alone truly puts us before all others.”

His eyes welled up as the crystal-caster’s hand now surrounded in the blue glass-like matter knocked the blade to the side before quickly striding out of the tent without a word. Sheathing her blade, the Witchblade leader sighed, turning back towards the maps upon the tables. Standing in the back shadows of the tent with her arms crossed, Anazra, her first officer, looked upon her leader, mustering the will to speak.

“If Milady would allow the humble comment... One cannot but observe that you are harsher with the Descendant than with even us Whichblades that you’ve bred the purest of disciplines into…”

Without looking away, after another note being scribbled onto the maps, Naya sternly replied.

“The Witchblades are the Dragon’s claws. The Knights are his scales. Aerouant’s grandmother, its heart… Without Prophet, in these times of war, even with Kounok stepping up… A brain, a future Prophet… must be made ready. And if things do come to pass that we are in such distress as to lose another Prophet and for the next Descendant to be called… it has to be one whose soul is so scarred that the pain which will in such times fill the Noz’Dingard collective mental space cannot pierce through and disable him. That is my offering to the Dragon. A broken son, but an unbreakable leader.”

Anazra swallowed, paling more and more with the words, nodding as she looked down.

“…A sacrifice naught but the most dedicated mother could make…”

“I know you, Anazra, the mixed feelings you’re having, the respect flushing through you at my faith in the Dragon clashing with repressed disgust at my denatured motherhood. Know only that I hold no regrets.”

“Yes, Milady. Orders, Milady?”

“Shadow him; make sure the wildlings don’t ambush him.”

“Yes, Milady.”





Weeping slightly, Aerouant lied kneeling at the base of a tree in the wood’s depths. Furious thoughts crossed his mind, yet helplessness was the prime feeling overwhelming him. Naya’s rejection and heartless judgment made him feel more orphaned than ever before, more than before knowing –that- he had parents. Blue eyes, with a sickly green tint to them, coursed over by strands of red hair narrowed at him as a heavy armored step landed behind the Crystalomancer. He swiftly turned, already wielding an instantly formed crystal blade, holding it out extended. Upon making eye contact, Aerouant hesitated, his visage drooping as his blade lowered a bit.

“..a… Ardy’ ?”

“Hi, Aero’.”

“.. I… I heard you were with them now… It was forced, wasn’t it… please, tell me it was forced. You were one of the Dragon’s Knights, Ardrakar!”
Her smirk twirled as a low dark chuckle emitted from her. “Mhh, yess… It was forced. Yet I now know my place was always here. As it’s also yours – Nehant calls for you.”

Aerouant’s voice wavered, uncertainty surfacing “Nonsense. Please. Don’t make me kill you…”

“I took Nehant into me to live. And so must you. For they would stifle your burning passion and desires to make you an utensil for the Dragon Sovereign, an extension of another, and that is not life. To live, you must come to the circle where you will be allowed to seek that which you yourself define, to attain power on your own terms.” She stepped closer, the Nehant Knight’s armor clanging as her narrowed eyes glowed brighter green.

Aerouant took hesitant steps backwards, his crystal blade hardly raised. “You’re murderers, you practice your magic with no semblance of ethics…”
She burst close to his side, whispering into his ear as her teeth hardly restrained from biting into his flesh. “Ethics. Rules. Loyalty. All hindrances in the way of freedom and power...”

“Ardrakar, please, if we were ever friends-“

“-Because- we are friends I offer you not death, but new, emancipated life, dear Aero’.”

“…I..”

Leaning in, her eyes locked into his as she faced him, the former Dragon Knight allowed nehantic bursts of demonic energy to pulse out from her eyes, beginning to seep into Aerouant’s own. The vulnerable soul and distressed mind, with a complement of near endless magical potential, full with the circumstance of former friendship to use as a weapon made Aerouant the perfect prey to the corruption. Feeling the hate and chaos begin to fill him, the Dragon-descendant flinched, staggering back. The Nehantist stepped along, as in a morbid dance, sending more and more tendrils of ghastly energy into the man.

“… With the Dragon’s own blood in our power, this world’s days will become numbere-“

A shriek of “Count this!” shattered the trance and Aerouant dropped onto his back in a daze as a slash of Anazra’s blade cut through Ardrakar’s plate to draw blood. The two faced each other, blades drawn, and with visceral sounds, began to trade sword blows, parrying strikes and dodging away from flung spells. Some three minutes into this, a deep bellow of “Enough.” erupted as immense crystal shards erupted flying out towards the Nehantist to impale her by the shoulder armor into a tree. Eyes ablaze with energy, Aerouant stepped up to the betrayer.

“Aero’. Please. It’s not my fault. I just do what the magical contract says… Please.”

“… You will live because you were once my friend. Yet let it be known that you, from this moment on, have no more friends with the Noz. Who is the “will-less tool of higher powers”, hmm? I, who must wrestle with my destiny, or you, forced to backstab and destroy your friends?” Removing the spike crystal from her shoulders. “Run, Ardy, and don’t let me see you again – for if I do, I will end your suffering.”

As the battered Nehantist staggered away, Aerouant looked to Anazra as he nodded in thanks, his face stoic. “Thank you. Could you be so kind as to tell Lady Naya that I am en route to begin tactical planning?”

Swallowing her surprise at hearing Naya's exact tone in the younger caster's voice, Anazra saluted before turning. “Yes, Sir.”

Spoiler:

Note: This is a fanfic-ish piece cropped up for a very short story small contest in the universe of another game. http://itcg.eredan.com

Think of the characters in the first scene as Malygos Dragonsworns, for reference.

Is there anything else you would like to add, ask, or otherwise clarify?:

Not much, I see there's been some dancing around with Prestiges in the past. It seems such characters do exist. Are applications suspended now, or ... ? Curiosity.


Thank you for the time reviewing this!

[Scout]

Welcome to the server! I hope you have a wonderful time here. It seems like you'll fit right in.

Just as a note, you can never brush up on the rules and policies on the wiki too often, so I would suggest that you do so regularly!

You will contribute to the ever-hungry population of trolls. Hope to see you ingame soon!

[King]

Thanks again ^^.

Managed to get all the way on-server and even had a fun round of RP.

Looking forward to more.