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CITIZENS OF BAKERSTREET! RAISE YOUR HAND TO YOUR MOUSE AND LEFT CLICK!
Welcome to the World of Warcraft Meme!
Congratulations Hero! You know find yourself in
Rules!
- Pick a class and/or race! Post your character!
- Put in the comments your characters race and class combo!
- Tag others! Go to RNG and plug in 1 to 19!
- Profit because time is money! Have fun!
Prompts!
1. Going on a treasure hunt, a gold star marks the map!
There you are minding your own business, trying to determine which path through the forest will get you to your destination the quickest. You'd fly but for some reason that isn't allowed. You notice on your map the tell-tale gold star that a treasure is nearby. Hey, who doesn't need more treasure?
2. But what I really want to know is are you gonna go my way?
Embisile the Boneheaded has lost his way from his group. How he came to be in the middle of the wilderness is anyone's guess. He assures you that if you get him back to his camp, the rewards will be great. Will you escort him back? (Spoilers. He's called the Boneheaded for a reason.)
3. CITIZENS OF AZEROTH!
You've been down this road before, Champion. The Archmage is shouting again, best to go see what he wants. (What's it going to be this time, Khadgar? A billion and one crystals? Assault a heavily fortified moving train? Swim out to the middle of nowhere? WHAT?!) It will probably be bizarre and unconventional and you might die a little.
4. Abercrombie and Stitch
So you've been duped into helping a terrible necromancer create an abomination. It happens but now you have to deal with it. It's large and ugly and heading for the town of Darkshire. Its name is Stitches and he only wants to play.
5. The tank is DPS! The tank is DPS!
It looks like picking up a group of rag-tag strangers is the only way you're going to get to 'visit' Karazhan. You posted a raid. Who signed up? Remember Murphy's Law, whatever can go wrong will go wrong.
6. A more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
You have to deliver a package from Stormwind to Goldshire, specifically to the Inn. There are bandits that travel the roads. Murlocs that live in the surrounding lakes. Kobolds, bears and wolves also patrol, oh my. That's not even the worst part. That's just scum on the floor, right?
7. Out to Outland!
Hero, you've answered the call to arms! If the Burning Legion captures it, it will serve as a jumping point for invasions. If the combined forces of the Alliance and the Horde capture it, it can be used as a staging ground to fight the Legion. There's a lot of work to do you and best get to it. Wait. What's that noise? Uh-oh. Better run!
8. Deja vu.
You've managed to survive Outland, a cataclysm, Pandaria, Outland again and you finally find yourself in the Broken Isles. You're walking in the woods. There's no one around and your hearth is on cool-down. The ground shakes. Out of the corner of the eye, you spot him. The ground shakes. It's probably too late but you don't have to be the quickest. You just have to not be the slowest... maybe.
9. A song in the gulch! (It's a known theme.)
We shall fight in the valleys, we shall fight in the eye of the storm, we shall fight in the basins and in the temples, we shall fight in the mines; we shall never surrender. You know the objective! You've committed yourself to it! Are your compatriots doing the same or are they fighting in the middle of the road? You might want to rethink never surrendering, love isn't the only thing that's a battlefield.
10. Third time's the charm?
They're back and this time they're bigger and meaner! The Burning Legion has yet again turned their gaze to Azeroth. It's a planet wide call-to-arms. They've tested the mettle of Azeroth's forces with small invasions. They've landed in the Broken Isles and defeated the combined forces of the Horde and the Alliance. However, the fight isn't over yet. Put on your armor, pick up your weapon and get out there! Azeroth needs you!
11. Jinkies.
It's time. You've plotted your strategy. You've repaired your gear. You have food and health potions. Everyone knows what to do but it only takes one idiot to waylay the best plans of orcs and men. You're about to ask if everyone is ready to go when, all of a sudden... "LEEROY JENKINS!" GDI Leeroy. This is why we can't have nice things.
12. Well, crap.
You didn't think you'd escaped it, did you? It never fails. Wherever you go, people always give you crap to do, crap to dig through and in general, just crap. What is it this time? Did Pippins the Pug swallow a family heirloom and their owner is too dainty to dig through the dog's leavings to find it themselves? Do you need the partially digested berries in order to make a potent potion? You've had it up to here with the figurative and literal crap! When will it end?
13. Would you call a cookie a son of a batch?
You're a mission to become the best cook in Azeroth like no one ever was. To learn and bake them all is your new cause. You will travel across the land, searching far and wide. Each ingredient to understand the deliciousness inside! You must get the ingredients yourself. Have you seen the prices the Auction House charges? No, thank you. You'll get those one-hundred bear flanks yourself. (If all bears in Azeroth have flanks. You've been around and you've seen a lot. You know it's debatable.)
14. I give a damn about my bad reputation!
You've brought in fifty eggs from the spotter leopard lizard. Tomorrow, you'll bring in another fifty eggs. Are you after a reward? Money? Jewels? No. It's something more tedious than that, rep. Grind, baby, grind.
15. At night it comes.
Tonight, a full moon will hang in the sky. You've taken shelter at a farm located far from town. The family seems nice but on edge but as the sun starts to set, they take many precautions in securing their farm. They have more safety measures than even you would think normal. Before the sun can slip beneath the horizon, you find yourself locked in the farmhouse with the entire family. When darkness finally falls, you hear it, the howling. What's out there? The Family won't answer and if you leave, they will not allow you back in. Will your curiosity get the better of you?
16. Isn't life Nagrand?
You've allowed yourself a moment before the next calamity hits. Maybe the Lich King will show his wrath again in a frozen boogaloo or the Twilight Hammer's cult has found a way to resurrect Deathwing or it'll be something surprising. Either way, you've decided to relax. Maybe you've gone fishing. Maybe you've gone to the local tavern for a pint. Maybe you're having a picnic in a field of flowers. Either way, you're going to enjoy your few moments of peace.
17. Wildcard/Player's Choice!
Pick your favorite! Have your own idea? Create it! What? You thought this would be last? Ha!
18. It's a complicated concept.
You've gone and done it. It wasn't your fault. You were trying your best but you didn't see the patrol sneaking up from the side. Maybe you were trying to maneuver into a prime casting spot only to back right up into a mob of undead spider-things. Or perhaps your just damn unlucky. Either way, everything in the room and surrounding area wants to kill you now that you've got aggro.
19. And I-I-I will always guard you-you...
Your reputation is quite well known. You could have been in command if not for some intricate and perplexing reasons. Who wants to be the leader anyway? You have more important things to do such as keeping said leader out of trouble. You're their bodyguard. You get to follow them throughout their travels without any of the glory.
llane wrynn | warcaft (film)
13+18
An apprentice mage also knew better than to ask what her mistress wanted with Gryphon feathers. It didn't matter. It was her job to fetch them. However, Gryphons did not live in Kalimdor. They lived across the sea. It was no matter for Tabetha who summoned a portal. Gryphons were plentiful in the Hinterlands of Lordaeron. Feathers could be certainly be found on the ground, there was no need to approach the creatures themselves. She had her wand and she had a way to protect herself beyond that.
Helga Hufflepuff had arrived in the Hinterlands and set about the task that had been laid out for her. Here a feather, there a feather and everywhere a feather. It was going well and perhaps a little too well.
On Day Two, she stopped her search. Was that a Purple Lotus? It was! Helga stooped to collect the herb, roots and all. She was so engrossed in the task that she didn't notice the Vilebranch Troll sneaking up on her at first. But the troll's blade glinted in the sun and flashed across Helga's face. She screamed and blinked herself backwards.
And then she had to run because the troll had signaled his friend and a couple of friends of the friend. How often did one see a redheaded mage being chased by a few trolls?
Helga Hufflepuff - HP - OTA
Illidan Stormrage |Warcraft
17'ish
One day, she found herself in Shadowmoon Valley harvesting an unusual vine. Helge dared not explore further into the ruined region. There were dangers present that she knew better than to face alone.
The weather changed on her or what was left of Shadowmoon's weather. There wasn't much after Draenor had been torn apart. It blew in from the direction of the huge fel volcano, the Hand of Gul'dan. The air was dark with dust, ash, sulfur and traces of fel energy. The wind did not blow softly.
Helga needed shelter. She was too far from the Wildhammer Stronghold. She kept close to the mountains until she found a cave where she was able to erect an arcane barrier to keep the foul elements out. She would wait for the storm to die down and then head back to safety.
It was just her in the cave, right?
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Or... well, he could also be wide awake and just not moving. Blindfold makes it tricky to tell.
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She saw the outline. She noticed the wings and how tall, even slouched and still, the body was. Helga raised her hands to cover her mouth and backed all the way to her barrier. How had she not noticed the Illidari when she had first entered was beyond her. It didn't matter at that point anyway.
She turned to look outside and swiftly turned around. It would be better to face the storm than the demon hunter. Helga simply had to undo the barrier and step outside while trying to be as quite as a mouse.
Spoilers. Helga was not quieter.
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There was no follow up in the attack for the moment, he had simply fired out of reflex and was now taking some time to actually process what was going on. Who in Helfire was bothering him here? Some mage?
Ugh, he hoped it wasn't Kael'thas. Trying to set that kid on fire would be a hell of a setback.
Malfurion Stormrage | Warcraft
Medivh | Warcraft/Heroes of the Storm (Game-verse)
Khadgar | Warcraft (film)
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Kate Cordello - Marvel Comics/X-Men OC - OTA
King Anduin Wrynn | World of Warcraft
Medivh | Warcraft (2016)
Re: Medivh | Warcraft (2016)
Re: Medivh | Warcraft (2016)
can switch to brackets if you prefer
There was no telling what he would find once he was inside, but he steeled his nerves with the purpose of his task. Durotan huffed through his tusks and took a last glance over his shoulder to ensure he was not followed (and morbidly, he thought, to perhaps say goodbye to this strange world). He took the last few steps up to the great gate barring the way.
And found it locked. It took him over an hour to finally find a way inside. Across a small stream on the north side of the tower there was a servants entrance through a decrepit love that may have once held beast or fowl. Durotan picked his way over broken stairways and finally slipped inside. Only a few hallways in, he was lost. It was obvious this was no sane place to be, let alone live, and he hoped to all the ancestors of his clan that its master was no longer living here.
Sylvanas Windrunner | World of Warcraft
is one of your dubiously-loyal subjects okay?
Unless she remembers him. She wouldn't remember him, would she? It's been years since the Silverpine debacle, and her neurons are probably decaying, and it's not like he'd sabotaged anything, he'd just...disregarded all her orders, abandoned his mission and run like hell for Durotar as soon as the val'kyr had come into the picture and never looked back.
Fuck. She probably remembers.
"For blood and honor, Warchief," he murmurs, as sincerely as he can possibly make himself sound.
Absolutely.
Then again, making sure people at least profess loyalty in public means that she has leverage on them, however small it might be. She glances up from the report she’s been studying as the next supplicant approaches. Another goblin. Her eyes glint as she watches the creature shuffle forward under the watchful eyes of her guards. She’s been a ruler long enough to know that not everyone who’s supposed to be your ally actually is (and survived at least one coup attempt). She looks a bit bored as she raises her hand, about to dismiss him with a flick of the wrist so she can get back to more important things when something niggles at the back of her mind.
For a long, uncomfortable moment (well, for Viz, anyway) she stares down at the goblin, brow furrowed as if she’s trying to place something. Then it clicks and she leans forward slightly, hand lowering from the gesture that probably would have saved Viz a lot of grief in the next few minutes.
“You. Don’t I know you?”
Her tone of voice indicates that yes, she does know him, and the question is entirely rhetorical.
(OOC: Haven’t played any of Legion (been unsubbed for a while), but already spoiled myself for it!)
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Vizzik should have known it wouldn't be that easy. He had known it wouldn't be that easy. But still, futilely, he'd hoped. If he'd had his way, he'd have tried to fly under the radar, which has always worked far better for him than being proactive about things like this, but when Saurfang orders you to get on your knees and swear loyalty to your new zombie overlord, you don't try to wiggle out of it.
Even if worming his way out of direct orders has hitherto been a specialty of his, where the Dark Lady is concerned. That's what's gotten him into this mess, and now he can no longer use the excuse that he isn't technically under her jurisdiction, because he is. He tries not to cringe visibly.
"Well, uh, not to toot my own horn, Warchief, but I have picked up a few military accolades, you know, here and there..."
He is loyal to the Horde, damn it, false confidence aside. He's just never thought that loyalty would have to extend to the Forsaken.
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Sylvanas’ eyes narrow in a slightly muted glare as she considers Viz. Goblin “charm” indeed. As far as she’s concerned, she’s served the Horde rather well. True, she’s pursued her own interests, but they’ve tended to match up with the Horde’s more often than no. It isn’t her fault that some people can’t see the method and utility behind what she’s done.
It all means she’s used to distaste.
“No, not that. I know all about the various heroes and mercenaries we employ to ensure that everything runs smoothly. Your name has come up once or twice-“ She pushes to her feet and sweeps forward, pausing at the top of the dais so she can peer down at Viz from a suitable height.
“You’re that goblin that decided he would rather go to Durotar than help the war effort.”
War effort, creating more Forsaken. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Her voice seems to lower the temperature in the room by a few degrees as she continues.
“That sort of… disloyalty will no longer be tolerated.”
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It doesn't make him any more pleased to be the sacrificial lamb, though, and he grits his pointed teeth as he tries to think of the safest thing he can say in his own defense.
"Understood. Of course. Totally clear on that, going forward." What else can he say? He doesn't get a choice anymore. "But with all due respect, there was a war effort in Durotar at the time, too. What with the dragon, and all. And my people are in Orgrimmar, what's left of 'em. Maybe a mage could be in two places at once, but that's not my line of work. So I prioritized my own."
It's heavy-handed, perhaps, but when trying to appeal to a woman so bent on preserving her own dwindling people that she'll order adventurers to help her raise the dead, it seems prudent to lay it on thick.
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She can understand his logic. Finds it laudable, even, but she's less concerned with how the goblins make out then she is with the Forsaken (and herself). Her lips turn down at the corners as she continues her little interrogation (or dressing down, depending).
"Prioritizing is not your decision; you answer to the Horde, goblin."
I.E., her.
"How do we fight a war when soldiers who think they know better than their leaders decide to take matters into their own hands?" she asks loftily. Of course, she already knows the answer and her voice drops to a sinister hiss.
Simon Ashlock | World of Warcraft | OTA
10 - AVERT YOUR EYES TO THE SKY!
The word had got out that Sentinel Hill needed help and that was how Priestess Kate of the Discipline persuasion found herself in Westfall time and time again. The citizens needed her help and by the Light she would give it to them. After the first two waves hit, she journeyed to Moonbrook where many of of the homeless had taken up residence.
That's when she saw him, a Paladin about to get squished by a very large demon. Without thinking, she raised her arms and cast a spell to pull him back and away to her current position.
Leap of Faith, it wasn't just for pranking and scaring friends!
:D!
--except that it isn't. Simon's panicked, last-ditch shield of light is still glowing faintly around him as he sails through the air, and it's just enough to blunt the impact of landing as he winds up on his ass at the priestess' feet, nothing damaged but his armor and his dignity.
"Well, that wouldn't have been pretty," he says. "Thanks." His voice is unsteady, its nonchalance forced. The Broken Shore is too fresh in his mind, the echo of the fel reaver bringing back memories that haven't had time to fade at all.
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It wouldn't have been pretty. Blood and tissue weren't the easiest thing to clean from plate armor. "You're welcome." Once the Paladin was safely away from the Fel Reaver, Kate threw up a bubble around him. It was a reflex, truly.
"Are you well?" Did he need a healing tonic? Food? Because the Fel Reaver was now ambling towards them at its own pace that some might call glacial. Kate threw up another bubble, that time around herself. "Because it's coming this way."
Vizzik Joltcable | World of Warcraft | OTA
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(She's still coming to grips with the fact that she's been chosen to wield Doomhammer. How many draenei children has it killed? And yet, it rebelled against Thrall for breaking the rules of the mak'gora in killing Garrosh Hellscream. The same Garrosh Hellscream who had no qualms in subjugating the elementals of Azeroth and corrupting them for his own use. Someday, she needs to have a talk with her mace.)
And goblins? Goblins just confuse her. Their totems are strange things cobbled together from mechanical bits and pieces, but somehow they work, communicating with the elements just as well as hers. They view everything in terms of profit, and she can't quite understand how they've managed to become shaman.
She doubts her companion appreciates the beauty of Azsuna, the crumbling elven ruins, the graceful curves of trees, the-
"Murlocs!" Raisa cries out. In the blink of an eye, Doomhammer is in one hand, and a matching hammer that seems to be made of stone and fire in the other. Lightning crackles around both weapons, around the draenei herself, and the hammers blur as they meet murloc flesh.
The problem? One does not simply pull one murloc.
[ooc: Although she's wielding Doomhammer, Raisa isn't necessarily the Farseer of the Earthen Ring for RP purposes. I figured it would be all right since they're different specs, so they could both possibly be wielding artifact weapons.]
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Vizzik can't fathom how anyone could not understand the principles of shamanism. Anyone familiar with the simple concept of quid pro quo should be able to forge a relationship with the elements. It's a give-and-take, like anything else--one hand washes the other, except that in this case, one of the hands is doing the washing with a tidal wave. It's a business partnership where neither partner can really be cheated. A friendship, then, he supposes. As long as the elements are given their cut, they're surprisingly generous in return. He'd argue that the path was tailor-made for his people, if he didn't know so many idiots who tried to exploit the elements, as if celestial beings of air and earth and fire couldn't tell when they were being tricked. The draenei have it right, or closer to right, but sometimes he thinks they're too...priestly about it still, as if they think the elements are just naaru in different packaging. Raisa, though, has never given him that impression. She seems like a woman who knows how to negotiate, how to question.
She's certainly right about one thing, though. He's not a fan of Azsuna. He likes it better the further they get from the shoreline, even if those travels come with an increased risk of demon attacks, but the smell of salt air and fish and the sound of seagulls stiffen his spine and knot his muscles with tension. Azsuna's no better than Vash'jir, and Vash'jir was no better than the hold of Gallywix's filthy slave ship, and he ought to be able to enjoy beaches like the one he grew up on, but he hasn't been able to look at seawater or sand the same way since the Lost Isles.
Suck it up, you fucking pussy, he tells himself. Whoever heard of a shaman who was afraid of water?
It's a perfectly justified fear when water comes with murlocs. "You had to piss them off!" he snaps, leaping reflexively backward, holding the Fist aloft to collect whatever electricity the air can hold (and whatever it can steal from her hammers) and turning it back on the pack of gurgling monsters in a torrent of blue light. That's the one thing he still loves about water. It conducts.
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(And most of them were dead before she found that she did have a calling, that the wind spoke to her more than the Naaru did. She probably ought to feel a certain sympathy with the goblins of the Lost Isles, who are just as familiar with almost being wiped out.)
"Me?" Her accent thickens noticeably under stress. She's fine with water as long as it isn't frozen; she'd spent too long in Icecrown, surrounded by the Scourge, watching their dead troops be resurrected by the Lich King. "We're both trespassing on their land, Viz!"
Okay, maybe she'd accidentally grabbed the murlocs' attention because she thought she'd seen an interesting-looking artifact in the ruins. But since they're here looking for the Pillar of Creation, anything could arguably be relevant to their search. The spirits of night elves are everywhere, but they aren't especially forthcoming with help.
A pair of ghostly wolves coalesce in the middle of the murloc pack, snarling, and although they look transparent, their fangs are real enough. Raisa continues battering her murloc and her off-hand weapon glows with the heat of fire, hitting fishy skin with a sizzle and an awful cooked smell. Nobody's going to be in the mood for fish tonight.
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The sand under the murlocs' webbed feet cracks and dissolves into magma, and Vizzik manipulates it to splash around them in white-hot ropes, standing back away from the convection. It's dangerous to fight with lava when there's an ally in the middle of the fray, sure, but some aspects of goblin culture are easier discarded than others. The magma recedes as quickly as it had surged up, though, letting him put the pair of scorched murlocs out of their misery with another arcing bolt of lightning. Fire and lava are well and good, but Vizzik Joltcable has kept his family name for a reason. There's no substitute for a good storm.
"Well," he pants, surveying the damage and keeping a watch for fishy reinforcements out of the corner of his eye. "Their beachfront property's not gonna be much to look at if we don't keep the Legion off it, so now they'll know they better share."
varian wrynn | world of warcraft | ota
5
You... aren't actually planning to tank like that, right?
[This ain't vanilla anymore Varian. You need a shield. She did this once when Lor'themar face-pulled a dragon, she is not healing that nonsense again.]
Fortyskey | WoW OC
Adorazuran | WoW OC | DEATH KNIGHT
She also buries her issues under an illusion of being cheerful and ironically full of life in interactions with others (much how she acted when she was alive), and typically avoids other Draenei because of... issues)
Sharanna Feldancer | WoW OC | And the requisite Demon Hunter
Even if Hank Hillidan is hilarious)Tyrande Whisperwind | Warcraft
18
He looked over to his mate, fiercely engrossed in battle. Hm... now probably wasn't the best time to bother her, but they should probably move somewhere a bit more fortified. After a small internal debate, he reaches over to tap Tyrande on the shoulder.]
Tyrande, my love, perhaps we should move...
[Please don't use starfall, dear.... pleaaase don't use starfall.]
i'm going to apologize profusely for this
The sound instantly gave her a sense of dread and concern. She may have debated the best way to approach it had it not been for his interuption. Elune would have aided them further, given them the chance they needed to take down any foe that dared to attack them. His suggestion got her brows to furrow.]
What of holding our grounds? [But she knows him too well. It would not be suggestion he makes mindlessly. Loathe as she may be to move or retreat her faith in him is stronger than her stubbornness at the time.]
Quickly then.
[If the need arose she could clear them a path. Mother moon was on their side and she wouldn't be afraid to show them her might.]
Pidgette Farthing | WoW OC