Rhoach

Er, you guys realize this is an example. It's a closed RP event, not open to everyone. This was something to look at to decide if we wanted to see something like it here at THE forums.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 The paladin had struggled to his feet just in time to see the ranger cut down. His face contorted with righteous fury and lit with a strange inner glow as he raised his warhammer to the heavens. The very air around the human seemed to ripple with power. Even Grulg looked a little unsure of his chances. Letting out a battle cry that seemed to come straight from the gods themselves, the paladin fairly flew across the battlefield to meet his enemy in glorious combat…. and promptly tripped over the cowering Rhoach, who had been trying to crawl his way back into the woods unnoticed. Grulg grinned at the prone form in front of him and reversed his enormous sword in his right hand, preparing to deliver the killing blow. A cry sounded from the ground nearby. “Chorich!” Marianne, the mage, had regained her feet and was pointing her finger at the orc standing over the paladin. She quickly spoke an arcane word and a small ball of fire shot from her index finger and hit the orc in the chest. He stumbled backward and beat his chest with his free hand, attempting to snuff out the flames without success. “UGLUUUUUUUUUUUUUTZ!” the burning orc howled as he continued to stumble back towards the forest’s edge. “Wud lat wunt?” another orc, also wearing the emblem of a broken skull, spoke crankily as it hobbled out of the woods. Grulg gestured at his flaming chest frantically. “Me blah lat, waid ub!” Uglutz muttered moodily. He glanced over at the humans. The paladin was up again, and the mage was chanting. Still muttering, Uglutz raised his hands and made a few gestures. A small raincloud appeared above Grulg’s head, dousing the flames quickly. Then the icestorm hit. As Marianne finished her chanting, daggers of ice came shooting down, embedding themselves in trees, the ground, and whatever else they happened to come into contact with. One struck a horned helmet worn by Uglutz, shattering one of the horns with its kinetic force. Uglutz gained an even crankier look(if that’s possible) and waved his hand once more. A wave of intense heat radiated outward from the orcish shaman, melting the incoming shards of ice fifteen feet before they ever reached the ground. Grulg looked around in wonderment and exclaimed, “Dis nu vudu bubhosh, Uglutz!” His companion merely grunted and pointed back at the battlefield, where the paladin seemed to be running around the clearing in random patterns. Grulg shrugged at the spectacle and rushed back into the clearing, leaving Uglutz to chant. Or whatever it was that shamans did when they were left alone, the orc thought to himself.

Don't step on too many leprechauns! Or their friends will slit your throat in your sleep...

neato. *plays*

cud u guyz hook me up? LOLZ.

Niceness.

*tingles with Darkstar*

Here's one of those RP events that I'm participating in over at wow-ra, if anybody cares to follow it. Think of it as a sample RP event. Something to look at and decide if you'd like to see it here at SoC. Hunt for Mangar

I would agree, but I think that'll be less of a problem in this forum, as long as only Skullcrushers know about it. I think it would be more of an issue in a place like Wow-ra because of all the users. So Shimensin's interested >8] Anybody else?

How about an orc/troll or some other creature you wouldn't normally sympathize with holding his/her dying wife/husband with a slain adventurer lying on the ground nearby? Then maybe have some faded letters in the background saying, "Even monsters cry," or something like that.

My response was to Surek's statement, "why not the world?".

I was wondering if there were enough interested parties in SoC to do some RP event that was fairly structured. I was looking at some on wow-ra.com like this one and thought they were pretty cool. All SoC members who think they would be interested in such a thing post here. I might ask someone to start one, or maybe even write one up myself. Might be cool. >8]

My bad.

PS: Moderators, you might want to consider letting users post in the 'WoW News' Section so we won't have to put all this new stuff in SoC Discussions

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Eh, because Americans are the most money wasting people in the world and are going to be more likely to spend it on entertainment?

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Ditto, Nokk.

*grins* It's nice to know that someone reads these

Or liberated Stranglethorn Vale from you damn dirty apes.

Sweet.

Just one question... what's yuuwwww?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Kivian was the first to recover his wits. “Chorich?” he called. “I’m here,” a groggy voice responded. “Marianne?” “I’m alright,” a voice near Chorich’s shakily reported. “Kerlack?” Silence. Angry with himself for not being more alert, Kivian stood up warily in the tall prairie grass to peer over at the large scorch mark that used to be Kerlack. “A trap,” he snarled. “Where’s that little demon?” Rhoach, during all this time, had lain prone after the explosion. He hadn’t seen a blast like that since Sharky had botched the job on the alchemist’s lab((again, a story for another time)). Upon hearing the elf’s snarling accusation, Rhoach had decided that it was time to disappear. He had the feeling that he’d be spitted on the nasty looking spear the infuriated elf now brandished before he got a chance to plead his innocence. Before he could do anything, however, he heard a loud crashing of branches as an orc came hurtling out into the clearing, seeming to destroy a small part of the forest in the process. This was the first time Rhoach had ever seen an orc, and this one certainly seemed to live up to the fearsome rumors Rhoach had always heard about them. This one had many trappings about it, bearing numerous trophies and medals on its scant armor. It had an insignia on its right breast depicting a broken skull. The only thing more terrifying than its growling, gaping-mouthed countenance was the huge claymore that the rapidly approaching creature wielded in one hand as if it were a short sword. Rhoach heard a rough voice with a strange accent calling from the forest, “Grulg! Waid ub!” The heedless Grulg (for Grulg it was) did not stop his charge until he had reached Kivian, who had risen to meet the orc’s charge, gripping his spear and quickly assuming a defensive stance. His bow hung uselessly on his back; the orc’s mad dash had been too quick for him to even nock an arrow. “It’s the Horde!” the night elf screamed as he raised his spear to parry Grulg’s incoming blade. When the blow landed, however, the elf’s spear did no good. Grulg brought the weapon crashing down with such viciousness and brute strength that it snapped the steel haft of the weapon without stopping, continuing its deadly arc until it had ripped the elf from shoulder to groin. Kivian fell with a slight sighing sound and lay still.

Part 4 posted!

Once again, I bow to your superior suggestions.