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| Thursday, June 02, 2005 |
| pink, ya like that? |
World of Warcraft. It is a game. A massively multiplayer online role-playing game. It is not run by nazis. Anyways, I play it. A lot. I play on Earthen Ring, an RP server. That means you should be role-playing more than not. It's a loose rule... but generally I love RPing. I have a level 60 night elf druid there, Sylen. I also have many alternate characters: Arlach, level 22 human paladin; Kairi, level 26 human warrior; Sylenin, level 20 human mage (haha, I play with a good friend of mine from back home, and his main character is a level 60 Paladin named Bachstail. Anyways, he decided to make a character; Bachstalin. So, I made Sylenin. We fight for the people. heh...); Gilberin, level 12 gnome warlock; Airelia, level 19 night elf rogue. I also have a few on horde side: Lythak, level 10 tauren druid; Molvoch, level 18 orc hunter; Chromax, level 5 undead warlock. I also did a stint with my friends on a PvP server, and have Corinth, level 32 tauren warrior and a level 9 troll rogue, Kydharin. At any rate, I have come up with a lot of backstory involving these characters and the other characters run by my friends on the server. For example, Arlach and Bachstail were childhood friends, along with Isthian who is run by another of our friends. Isthian and Kairi are siblings. Jim (the friend playing Bachstail) and I have written some stories about these characters and their adventures through the warcraft storyline. It's bunches of fun. For example, here's a story I wrote about Arlach for his introduction:
Arlach, Teller of Tales
Arlach awoke in a dripping sweat. His mouth was dry, and his eyes were pained from the dry air. He blinked and swallowed, finding both actions more painful than usual. He sat up slowly, surveying his surroundings. As he looked around the single-candle lit room, he furrowed his brow. Where am I? The thought occurred to him. Furthermore, how did I get here? He stared at the candle, its light bouncing about happily, but it didn’t give him any answers. He sighed.
A door opened suddenly. Arlach turned and squinted as he faced a man in long robes and a burst of light from the doorway.
“Ah, you’re awake.” The man walked quickly to the side of Arlach’s bed. He handed Arlach a large goblet with liquid. Arlach took it, realizing his desperate thirst. He drank feverishly of the offered water, finishing it quickly.
He took a deep breath, relieved. “Where am I?”
“You are in the care ward of Northshire Abbey. I am a cleric…” The cleric held a hand up as Arlach motioned as though to ask another question. “and no, we don’t know how you got here either. We found you outside, wounded something fierce. I was hoping you might have some answers for us.”
Arlach turned and furrowed his brow again. What do I remember last…? He pondered for a moment.
Arlach had grown up in Southshore. As a boy, he trained with his best friend Bachstail to fight the orcish hordes’ invasion of Lordaeron. The boys were thrown into battle as early as twelve years old, as the orcish invasion was swift and strong. During their first engagement, Arlach was captured. He would surely have been killed, except within the orcish ranks was an orc that Arlach had befriended as a younger child. Arlach’s orcish friend kept him from being killed in the orc camp. Arlach was a great musician and the orcs loved hearing him play his lute. For six years Arlach was a captive in the orc camp. Arlach was set free after this time, and made his way back to Southshore. He reunited with Bachstail, and was able to live in relative peace in his hometown for nearly eight years. During this time, he trained more in the ways of archery and animal taming. He and Bachstail also opened a tavern, and he bartended. He found great joy in listening to the patrons. He did not wish to fight the horde or the undead, as Bachstail seemed intent on doing. He knew his time was short before Bachstail would leave for battle. Tensions were rising as the horde was once again gaining power. Near the end of these eight years, there was talk of the Burning Legion returning as well. Arlach finally decided that he would follow Bachstail in the inevitable war. Before he did so, he also decided he would confess his love for a girl he had been admiring secretly for most of these past eight years. On the eve before he would confess, he met a man named Terikk while sitting in the forest, writing in his journal.
Arlach blinked. He frowned. The last thing he remembered was clear now… he had taken food offered to him by the stranger Terikk. He had eaten the food. He remembered being unable to move… and tasting blood just before losing consciousness.
“I… well I was poisoned I think. I was about to head to Lordaeron to aid the alliance against the new horde and the coming of the Legion. In fact, I should probably be…”
The cleric was taken aback. “Head to Lordaeron…?” His look was grim. “Lordaeron was lost… nearly six years ago.”
Arlach furrowed his brow at the cleric, taking in the information. He looked down at his hands, his arms. I’m older… He sat, staring at his hands for a time.
The cleric stood up. “I’ll... give you some time. Is there anyone who might be able to help you? Someone you know…?”
“Bachstail.”
Arlach was able to be reunited with Bachstail, once again. He realized that he had indeed lost six years of his life. Arlach was unsure of what had become of him during that time. He decided it was best not to ponder it greatly. Arlach resumed his playing the lute, but also during his time with Bachstail and the clerics of Northshire Abbey, began training as a paladin. He found himself less close with Bachstail, as he had once again lost time with his friend. However, Bachstail had an inn that was run by his guild, the Sons of Avatar. Arlach once again became a bartender, and found solace in this. Now, his training as a paladin very often comes second to his love for bartending. Arlach loves hearing the stories of the people, and enjoys telling stories of his past adventures in the forests of Hillsbrad. With his lute and an apron, he is able to forget his troubles and lend his ear to the people.
Click here to see the site for the guild I am in with my friends. The website has some other stories by myself and others. I think I'll link it on the sidebar too. Cuz I wanna.
Also, check this out if you wanna read about the warcraft storyline. Really good stuff.Labels: fiction, games |
posted by JavaBomberman @ 7:13 PM   |
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