First and foremost: Tell us about yourself, as a player:
Eh, what is there to say? I'm in my (early) twenties, I'm trying to make my break into
game development with a preference for tabletop/ board games.
What country do you come from? What is your primary language?:
I'm Irish from O'Ireland and I speak English fluently.
How did you get into Warcraft?:
Same way most people got into it. A bunch of friends got into it, I got into it, and the rest as they say is history. There's a longer story that explains how I got into roleplay with WoW before joining the then nascent Epilogue private server, which later became Prologue.
How did you find us? Did anything in particular draw you to the server?:
The google-fu in this one is strong. No really, I've heard of the existence of this server before and after taking a elongated hiatus from World of Warcraft roleplay (Must be over three years by now), I thought I'd get back into it.
What kinds of roleplay do you enjoy?:
It'd be easier to list the kind of roleplay I don't enjoy, I'm a highly flexible roleplayer who feels capable of adjusting to the various situations at hand without it being too crippling. That said, I'm not a Dungeons and Dragon -eer(?) and the concept of adventurous adventures marching through caves and dungeons doesn't particularly get my jollies off. Neither does getting my jollies off, get my jollies off.
I suppose if I had to decide on what type of roleplay to go for, I'd say I lean more towards the 'morally challenged' side of the scale. I'm just a fan of morally grey figures that are willing to do what needs to be done for the good (or bad) of the common people.
What is your favorite race/class? Why?:
Draenei/ Death Knight - Waitwhat. Yep! Like I said, I like morally grey figures. I like tragic heroes. A character that is fundamentally torn between something they have learned, experienced and basically followed as a religion for thousands of years and being the abomination that your religion loathes -and- that once fought for an organisation that was originally created to serve as a force for that group that's been pursuing your race and seeking to exterminate their lot.
What are your expectations of this server?:
I don't typically go into servers with high or low expectations. Considering they merely sully and corrupt the opinion of the server when you get in game. I'd rather see the server in action and make an appropriate decision on the basis of what I see. I am, however, hopeful that the server will offer some good, clean true to lore and doesn't cause a headache roleplay.
Out of all of our rules and regulations listed on our server, which appeals to you the most?:
Hmm. Respect. What use is a server and a community without respect? What use is a server where staff and admin don't acknowledge the opinions of their players and vice versa? What use is a community that's caustic and destructive to itself.
Did you know that we have a Mentor Program? It's entirely voluntary and you as a new player can sign up for it right now in your introduction! Are you interested in signing up to be assigned a Mentor? If so, say so here (Please enter at least "Yes" or "No"):
I must have missed that! I might be interested once I've delved into what it entails.
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!:
Well... My creative juices aren't flowing right now. Lemme grab a bio/ history for a character I made for a World of Darkness game. I sure hope this forum supports spoiler tags.
Spoiler:
Joseph Timothy Keanes. Born in 1987; Native to the city. Good guy. Born to Bridget Munroe and Thomas Keanes. Father was a member of the police force himself, a captain I believe prior to his retirement... I'm digressing." The other group of police officers stared at the talking officer for a moment before motioning for him to continue. He flicked through the file he had in hand. "He was an all right kid, decent grades, you know?" One of the other officers in turn spoke up. "Flatery, are you going to bore us all with pointless facts about this guy or are you going to present some facts to us as to why he is worthy of this promotion?" If looks could kill, Flatery would be a stiff in the morgue at that moment. "Right, right. So he was a beat cop at first, some of the rougher areas of the city. Cut his teeth there. Clean teeth and he did that for far longer than was necessary. He had a whole stint of wanting to clean that area of the city up before he moved on. From what I recall of the time, he was doing a fair bit of work with local social services to try and make a real impact on the kids lives; Keep them out of gangs and the rest. He scaled the ranks once since then. He's not one for the whole paperwork and bureaucracy thing, that's his one downfall. Trust me though, I've seen this guy in action. I've heard the reports of him throwing himself in front of other officers when he was just a green horn. This guy is perfect for what you want" "Leave the file, Flatery. We'll consider it." The job changing phone call came through to Joseph the next month.
* * *
"Damnit Joseph!" the radio blared as the marksman peered down the scope from the vantage point that overlooked a bank. A vast blockade of police cars and barricades stand poised to stop anyone who would possibly seek to escape the heist. This was a waiting game and Joseph knew it. A ruse to enable the rest of those in the bank to escape out the back ways. "Take the god-damned shot." His eye pressed against the scope of his rifle, his sights lined on the aged male staring down the various cops with a kid grasped in his clutches to act as a shield. A mis-shot would be a PR nightmare. It was just too damn risky to fire. "I'm not taking that shot... Sir... Not while the kid is there." He peered at the other three marksmen under his leadership as he said the words and shook his head at them. "Do not fire. I repeat do not fire." The radios cackled into life once more "Damnit Joseph. This is the third time this week, you've defied my DIRECT orders. Either take the shot or I'll beat you down to desk jockey so hard, your head will spin." A beat. "GODDAMN! Alright, Duey. You're up. Take that shot or you're out of here." Joseph narrowed his eyes on the once beat cop who had only recently gotten his promotion. He was still a bit wet behind the ears, a bit green. The kid had a kid of his own, Joseph's gut instinct told him that the kid wouldn't take any shot with the potential chance to harm an inno- 'BANG!' When the heist was over, Joseph was booted from his squad for his insubordination -and- allowing Duey to take the shot, which he missed and hit the kid.
For nights he contemplated on everything that went along with the night in question and looked for answers in the depths of a bottle of bourbon. He was given 'unpaid leave' as they so often referred to it. Meanwhile the greenhorn, Duey, was bumped down to desk jockey faster than anyone could claim 'holy demotion, batman'. If ever there was a time for him to act against the corruption throughout the force that he had grown so complacent to, now would've been the time. That involved doing something. Talking to the media, seeking out the police commissioner with what he believed had occurred or various other routes of research he could undertake to see this thing through. Without any evidence, anything he said would be about as useful as tits on a boar and thus he began to hatch a plan to get said evidence. If he was to ever get said evidence, he deduced, he would have to play the same game as them and use blackmail, intimidation, threats and deceit to get close enough to specific people. To become invaluable to what them such that they'd let him into their inner circles was his goal. He didn't like it at all; the very thought left a bitter taste in his mouth but the end would justify the means, eventually. A number of years were, in turn, devoted to this goal, the first few spent purely to training himself for the task; mind, body and soul.
For the next two years he worked to worm his way into one of the various crime associations as a gun-for-hire while exploiting those few connections he had retained in the police force to make himself in indispensable amongst these groups. As the leaders of these groups grew to respect his connections and his trustworthiness, he became a confidant to these figures. This led to him obtaining the names of various cops who were under the thumb of these crime associations.
Most were two bit players, beat cops or down on their luck members of various civil offices. Each of these was hunted down, in turn, by Joseph and each one dropped a name after being 'persuaded' to help him out, whether this persuasion came from extreme bodily mutilation, torture or applying sense and pressure to their fragile egos. As the web extended and more pawns came to be known, Joseph was closing in rapidly on his end goal. When he discovered that the Police Commissioner, himself, was one of the people working against the city, he sought out him as target.
Slipping into his house during the day through a partially open window, he hid away in a closet until he was certain the Commissioner was settled in the house and unarmed before revealing himself and going to town on him. He beat the Commissioner black and blue, spent a long hour torturing him with various household appliances such as the oven, stove, the windows and various tools before the pig squealed the location of various sensitive files locked away in the safe sat in the bedroom wardrobe. A few more beatings saw him departing with the combination for the lock. Papers acquired, Joseph departed from the location of the crime scene and left his victim to bleed out.
A meeting was arranged, with a local reporter, to show him the various files that included a number of bank statements and several criminal records of influential members of societies, all previously hidden away for a tidy profit. The pair were due to meet in an underground car park after dark due to the sensitive nature of the files. Joseph was in left waiting for a long extended period of time...
... Until the puppet master revealed himself, scorned that his multiple minions he had spent years manipulating, had been shot, beaten, bloodied, thrown through windows and scalded with hot water to list some of the activities of the obsessed searcher. The man revealed himself as a member of some organization called the Traymire, spoke a lot of pointless prose and then proclaimed everything about what he was plotting. Possibly some loony in a secret cult thought Joseph, but as the desire reached its zenith, to raise his gun and deal with the manipulator once and for all, his blood was ripped violently out of his body through his pores and into the hungry mouth of the waiting warlock. He slumped in a pile from a great amount of blood loss, barely capable to hold his eyes open, but he was saved by some unknown figure; a figure both horrifying and resplendent at the same time. A glowing Eloheim in scrap-sheet armour holding a blade of flame before dispatching his foe. Darkness overcame his vision.
Joseph awoke in the depths of darkness. Devoid of any light, he peered about the cramped confines and found himself laying in a box no larger than he was. Something or someone was in there with him. He beat and thumped at the lid as he cried out for escape. A calming voice rang out from nowhere. The maddening beat of his own heart startled him far more than any disembodied voice ever could. Not that he could hear it but that he couldn't. "Calm yourself boy. You'll whip yourself into a frenzy. Just.. Listen to me. You are now one of the Salubri. You are the Sword of Caine. My words mean nothing now, but soon they will. You are dead, you are a monster. The Sword will expect you to act as one and the world will treat you as one." The thumping ceased for a moment. "Good... Focus on my voice. You are a vampire. You will feed on the blood of the guilty and slay those who stand in your way. I have saved you from the throes of death." The lid peeled away from the stone coffin in a mausoleum as the sire peered awkwardly at the childe from over a dust beaten journal. Joseph, only just now, realised the presence he was with was a corpse. "Sorry... Wrong dead clan creation rites. Research can be like that sometimes... Check your sources."
And so it was, his sire, having selected him due to turn of events, his devotion to justice and because he was lonely, brought him into the Sword of Caine, but as less than a true Sabbat. A few Salubri Antitribu populated the city; four at the most. Those few that did exist treated themselves as a knightly order who went out of their way to further the goals of the Sabbat and their clan by crippling various Camarilla and Tremere resources from mortal retainers to corporations owned by those vampires. After years of training amongst them, the third eye manifested on Joseph's head from his advanced knowledge of Valeren.
* * *
It was to be a simple affair; get in, torch the haven and get out but it all went horribly wrong. What Joseph's sources were wrong about (check your damn sources) was that the target WOULD be in the haven at the time, which resulted in a protracted fight between both him and the damned sorcerer. Sword clashed against dead flesh as flame leapt from the hands of the sorcerer. When it looked like Joseph had obtained the upper hand, the sorcerer changed fighting style or sorcery. A mentally flung knife pierced and ruptured his right eye and the following flame attack seared the wound shut. A lucky blow resulted in the vampire being beheaded and the other Salubri slunk out of their watching spots to congratulate the childe and in a manner similar to hunting parties painted him in the blood of his first kill before leading him off to the gathering point of the Sabbat.
A collection of Cainites stood in a darkened hall, most surround the various walls while five stand in the centre. It is past midnight and the hall was once a gym used by various kids and the local school for physical education. One of the Cainites, Joseph Keanes, stands amongst the other four in the centre. His sire, Johannes Rinch, takes him by the hand and guides him to the centre of the gathering.
"I take it by the scar on your forehead and your sire, who is standing next to you, that you are one of the Salubri Antitribu. Is that correct?" the first voice spoke directly to him in a deep baritone voice that laid strong with a sense of urgency. Joseph nodded his reply. A simple up and down motion. "And that knowing well the Code of Milan and our sect’s laws you wish to join with and fight as one of the Swords of Caine?" Once again he nodded in reply. The first speaker then forced a draw of breath into his cold, dead lungs as he prepared for the next segment. "You will then know what it was and what it is to be of the Salubri. You will face trials, tribulations and numerous other affairs as you ready yourself body and mind to become the Sword of Caine and a blade of the heavenly host. Do you accept this fate or wish to have your heartsblood drained now? If you wish to claim the glory that was once of your clan, kneel forth and pray to your god. When you are done, inform us by exclaiming your praise for Caine."
Without hesitation, Joseph knelt before his 'elders' (who couldn't have possibly have been much older than him. He knew for a fact his sire was only ten years older vampiric wise). His utterance of a prayer played out in his mind and he ended with a loud "Praise Caine!" the room reverberated with their own claims before the four Salubri waved their hands for silence.
The baritone voice continued as a large, heavy blindfold was laid over the three eyes of Joseph by his sire. A Ravnos Antitribu was beckoned to step forth and one of the Salubri whispered into her ear. A grin of glee danced on her face as she conjured forth her illusions on Joseph. When she gave the signal the blindfold was pulled off, the illusion creating the full extent of a middle ages city scene set ablaze in the midnight twilight. His sire, now seemingly appearing as one of the ancient healer Salubri grabbed his hand and ushered him onwards through the hall. As they walked forward, one of the Salubri stepped forth and under the illusion on Joseph appeared as a foul sorcerer with infernal corruption dancing on his features as he grabbed the nascent antitribu. "Foul Salubri! See what you have brought on yourselves with your soul sucking ways? Despicable! Tell me the secrets of your powers and where to find your powers or I. WILL. END. YOU." Joseph writhed in the grip of the wizard and yelled back "never!" The grimace on the 'tremere' twisted and he was struck by a searing brand, the heat of the iron burning and searing the flesh of the vampire. The sire pulled him free from the grip and then lead him to the opposite side of the hall.
The scene twisted then to a great medieval hall as the Ravnos changed the scene with a display of will. The next Salubri stepped forth under the guise of a wealthy nobleman bedecked in fabulous jewellery as he stood before the two Salubri. His sire, still guised as his healer companion, the pair pleaded with the nobleman for sanctuary from the Tremere in return for their skills and aid. "But foul Salubri? Why would I want the aid of diablerists who defies the will of god and Caine in a foul pursuit. The Tremere have opened our eyes and now until forever, we will hunt you down!" The 'nobleman' swung at him with a sword, cutting at his chest. Once more Joseph was pulled away from the bit player and this time guided away as the scene shifted. His mind's eye now perceived the hall to be a rolling desert in the depths of some unknown land. The next Salubri actor stepped forth, an Assamite assassin covered in cloths and ethnic wear as he observed the two Salubri. The sire/ healer illusion smiled at the sight of the Saracen. "Brother Assamite!" the sire proclaimed as he tugged at Joseph's hand and led him to him. "I am not your brother, Salubri! The Tremere have promised us relief from our curse if we helped them hunt down each and every last one of you. Tell us where the rest of your healers lay and we will spare you!" Joseph spat with venom at the revelation, the lessons of his sire always told him about how the Assamites were allies of the Salubri throughout ages past and this turn of treachery seemed to burn in his heart. He stepped forth baring his sword at the 'Assamite' who quickly disarmed him before pressing a blade to his throat. "It is not worth it, brother warrior!" his sire proclaimed as he pulled him away from the scene.
"We have travelled to the lands of the high clans. They have always been our allies, we will be seen well here but I have unfortunate news. Our numbers are too large and travelling together will cause each our demise. As such only one of us could possibly survive here." A stake was then driven through his heart and his 'companion' dined on most of his vitae. Two of the other Salubri stepped forth and his sire strode amongst the pair. "Look here brother Tzimisce and brother Malkav, look what I have found. Here I have found the body of a Cainite, laid low by some unfortunate means. There is a little life left in this body. A dim flicker holding on to some last spark. If we can help him, we must do so quickly. It is now an hour to sunrise, and unless something is done, he will burn to ashes in the rays of the morning sun." The pair observed the torpid form of Joseph like one would study a goldfish. "Very few of us fight the Antediluvians, how then would we know he can be trusted?" His sire peered between the pair, the other cainites in the hall snickered at the Broadway show being played out before them.
"We will ask three questions then to determine his worth! Was he a man of honour? Was he a man of courage? Was he a victim of injustice?" The pair replied in unison: "His body bears the marks of one has who has been burned in torture. He did not freely submit to threats. " "His neck bears the scar of a blade at close range. Only a brave man, who feared no death, would come so close to it." His sire then replied to his own last question "And was he a victim of injustice? He has a bite wound and no blood, and now I can see the symbol of his clan about his body and scar on his forehead. There can be no mistake. This one was my clan, Salubri, killed here now as a man of peace, one of the angels of heaven, bought down by prejudice and treachery. Was there nothing that could be done? No mercy that could be sought? No justice that could be granted?"
"Oh, hear this me now, and testify my words! My anger shakes me down to the very core! My eyes bleed and cry out for vengeance! No more do my brothers suffer thus, abandoned, at the hands of demons! My clan thirsts for deliverance and I will answer! If I defy your will, Saulot, so let it be! I defy my blood for the smiting hand of victory! My name is Adonai and I swear what remains of my brood to the Sword of Caine!" Vitae is poured into his mouth to prevent the sudden hunger frenzy as the stake is thus removed from his chest. "Step forth brave fury and behold the latest of the heavenly host; The angel Raguel, bringer of justice, vengeance and slayer of the infernalists and the dreaded Tremere arises. Joseph is dead, long live Raguel! This Cainite has now proved himself as worthy of calling himself a Sabbat and joining our crusaders as more than mere fodder."
After all the celebrations ended the sire led him off to a side room away from the following blood feast in his honour (and because there was an excess of kine on tap). The elder Salubri eyed him cautiously. "Who do you hate the most?" Joseph proclaimed "Clan Tremere!" with a fiery fervour. The sire smiled boldly. "Who do you wish to see decimated?" Joseph proclaimed "Clan Tremere!" with a fiery fervour once more. "Who will stand in your way of your quest?" Joseph looked his eyes onto the sire and in a tone dripping with brain wash and conditioning he proclaimed "No one." The sire smiled. His manipulations of his childe into the passionate weapon of the Sabbat was complete. "Travel forth, then, like the horseman of the apocalypse. Join the crusades and see the chaff thinned from the wheat of our society."
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Hello and welcome to Conquest of the Horde, Piratecorgi!
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Ahem. Anyway. That's a nice story! I like your writing style. Also, to answer your question about the mentor program, you would basically be assigned an experienced player who'd show you how CotH works and help you find RP! You can read more about it here. If you decide you'd like to sign up, feel free to post here or send me a PM!
Now, as per standard approval procedure, a couple of notes! Once you've doublechecked all the pages Krotok linked (they're all great sources of information when you're just getting started!), make sure to create an in-game account here (if you haven’t already) using the same information you registered your forum account under.
When you create your account and log onto the server, do not forget to /join Chat, where you can talk with other players and ask questions. We also have a Skype group that I'm sure you'll find useful for finding/planning RP and, well, just talking to people (assuming you have Skype, that is)!
We also have character creation tips here and a lot of various guides in the forum Krotok linked. You may find them useful when working on your first character or profile or just trying to get the feel of the server. This guide is recommended for all new players!
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