World of Warcraft

((First things first: I'M NOT NAKED!

Anyway, this open RP is set in Duskwood. You can start from anywhere in the region, and at any point should you want to venture into another region, feel free; just try and do a series of events of course.

Shall we begin?))

A flash of lightning stood out in the darkness. A clip-clop of hooves on the road rang out in the silence. Another flash lit up the figure travelling alone in the night; a concerned face, sapphire-coloured as was her skin, and curved horns.

The draenei sent a third flash of lightning into the dark, and saw a tower, and, in the distance, lights. A tiny smile came onto her face as she made her way towards the lights...

((Set in Duskwood...
<----- This little doggie made an ORP earlier today about 'Duskwood'
Coinsidense?))

((Set in Duskwood...
<----- This little doggie made an ORP earlier today about 'Duskwood'
Coinsidense?))

((Yeah, I felt like starting my own. I kinda got the idea from yours... sorry if it's not good for you.

And to Kaladrian; I said you could start from anywhere in the region. And my nakedness is a lag forum glitch thing, in-game I still have my gear on.))

((Meh, I honestly couldn't care less where you got the idea from. Any ORP is a Good ORP. Unless it's bad ofc, then it's a Bad ORP. But you get the picture. ;D))

The cold winds blows through the dark hair of a traveling Elf coming from the south.
His green eyes glow in the dark, and his fair skin also kinda glows in the moonlight.
Beside him walks his coal-black Hawkstrider, scourging through the dark with it's bright eyes.
The Elf stops in the middle of his pacing, listening to the silence.

"Go", he whispers to his companion and keeps looking forward as it runs off into the woods.
Then he silently slips into the shadow of a nearby tree.
Only his glowing eyes are visible as he covers his glowing weapons with a black oil, making them as invisible as himself. Then he closes his eyes and listens and the oncoming party passes.

(Just so you know, my character appears in his human form, wich is dark blonde, and has a small beard)

This is it... Whe he would cross this bridge, he would have reached it...Southern Elwynn forest has changed a lot since he has last been here... He recalls the events of that time
The forests were nice, and welcoming. The trees lush green, and the atmosphere happy. He didn't stop to enjoy this peaceful place...Why would he? The world was full of peacefull places. And beside that, they had work to do...
His black horse staggered, pulling Arthaban back to the here and now. He remembered what he was doing here, and mounted his steed, wich was completely 'naked': No saddle, reins or anything.
"Onwards Arugenn, let us see how much of the ramblings of Elwynns denizens are true..."
And with that, he dissapeared into the forest, wich was no longer happy and green. Darkness surrounded the place, and the reek of death was the only smell a human could smell...
"Onwards..." He said again "To Darkshire!"

*At the center of Duskwood, in the Twilight Grove, a strange light comes from the huge tree in the center*

In the meantime, Arthaban has arrived in Darkshire.. He walked over to the inn, and said to his horse: 'Do't go off to far, you know what is going on around here'. After that, the horse left.
Now to go look for some information... Information... That is what I came here for last time...
It started out with just him and Deloim: His Dwarven friend... Untill they met the elf. He needed help, and they were glad to offer it... Though the only thing he said he needed was protection, even a child could see there was more ging on... He just wouldn't let anything loose. Strange actually, that they stayed with him. Of course that turned out to be the right dicision, but still...
But this time, the information is completely different. No elves this time... On the other hand, it was related to them in a way...

- Damn, for how long will I be stuck in Duskwood?
The troll was south from Darkshire, hiding in the abandoned farm with the ghost Blind Mary.
- Please, just leave my home! I´m hideous!
Blind Mary was begging for the troll to leave.
- I will leave when I can do it! Why do you just have to be in this house...
The troll went outside, searching for food. He have been forced to steal from Darkshire the last few days and the townspeople have raised the amount of watchmens there since then.
The troll watched for an opportunity to slink in when he saw a human with a horse enter the town.
- Why would anyone want to be here?

Arthaban walked over to the city hall. If there would be anything to find in this town, the information would be stored there.
A young man was standing between old records, and books.
'Excuse me sir...Are you the one who is in charge of these records?'
The man suddenly looked up from his book, obviously scared at the sudden sound of a stranger.
'Wha! Oh... It's just a...phew... *cough* yes, that uhm... That would be me! Clerk Daltry is the name, sir...?'
'Arthaban. An that is good news. May I please look into some of them?'
'Well, that depends...Wich ones would you like to read?'
'I have heard there were attacks, from certain ferral creatures? Is there anything I can find about that?'
Suddenly even more scared, the man said:
'Uhm, well... I actually only keep records of the townsfolk, and what ahppens in town itself. Not so much what happens outside it.'
'Ah, I see... Well, then I thi-'
'Indeed! The best information you could possibly find, is wo of the villagers were attacked, and if possible what they told us about it! So i'm sorry sire, but I don't think we-'
'Splendid! Every information is welcome! Where could I find that?'
The expression on the man's face was an obvious *Damnit*
'Uhm... Well, civilians aren't allowed to search through the records themselves. If you just tell me where I can find you, I will search them myself, and bring them to you.'
'Very well then. In that case, you can find me in the inn...'
Arthaban didn't like drinking, or party's, or the inside of an inn actually. But, it was were most of the townsfolk probably were, so he could overhear some conversations, and find information.
He overheard two men talking:
'Am I the only one who noticed? There are even more Night Watchers then before!'
'Haven't you heard? Those beasts apparently started rampaging our supplies!'
'You mean...?'
'Yes...Theft!'

Zanzere were waiting for an opportunity to slink in. So far the watchmen were impossible to get past unnoticed. It was then he got an idea. He picked up a big rock and threw it behind sonme watchmen. They noticed a slam in the ground behind them and went to investigate it. Zanzere saw the opportunity and sneaked past them. He continued to do so here untill he was behind the inn.
- Now, how to get the food out here?

Time crawled by at an incredibly slow pace. After what seemed like hours (But was no more then 15 minutes) Clerk Daltry entered the inn. He walke over, to the table where arthaban was waiting.
'Uhm, sir... I have found some information, I think.'
'Aha, splendid. Now, what can you tell me?'
'Well, I have sorted some things out, and this is it:'
He gave Arthaban a small stack of old, somewhat yellowed papers. Arthaban began reading, but soon he started just looking at each page. This was nothing! Lies!
Just some farmers who were attacked by wolfs, townsfolk who strayed off to far and got devoured by the huge spiders, and no-one on the documents was still alive! Of course they weren't...If they told me who were attacked and survived it, I would go t them and get my information there... The fact that nobody seemed to want Arthaban to know what was going on only made it clearer that he had at least gon to the right place...
'Daltry...What is this rubbish?'
'Excuse me, sir?'
'Wolf attacks? Giant spiders? Just lost in the woods? You KNOW what I'm looking for Daltry...And you better tell me what is going on here, for the sake of both for us...'
'Sir, are you threatening me?'
No...I am merely stating a fact.'
With that, Arthaban stood up. He was taller then the clerk, wich could now come in handy.
'So, Daltry...Now you are going to tell me all...about the WORGEN!' He didn't say it in an angry way, but loud enough for everyone to hear it.
'So, a bit quiet after that, are you? Well, citizens of Darkshire, then i must ask: Why? Do fear them? Why would you? Are they here? Tell me!'
'This man is nuts! Watchers!'
A group of watchmen stormed in.
'No, I don't think that is needed. I will escort myself out, and start my own investigation. Daltry, watchmen, citizens; Good day...'
And with that, Arthaban just walked out of the inn, as if nothing happened He walked around the inn, and was just planning on leaving into the forest, when he suddenly saw something behind the inn. It was no human...
'Greetings...'

Zanzere was still thinking on how to get the food out when someone spoke to him.
- Greetings...
He jumped in surprise and saw that it was human standing there.
- Ehh uhh, I can explain why I´m here...

'I am sure you can... I'd say: Give it a try.'

- Well... I am hungry, I need some food and they wont let a troll buy food in an alliance town right? I have also been stuck in this damn forest for three weeks now. Damn zeppelin, wanted to take a shortcut... Anyhow... Could you spare me some food? I can pay or help you with something.

'Well, of course I could help you... And there is indeed something I might need in return... But let's first get out of this village. I don't think they would appreciate you here, as you already said. Where were you going?'

- Well... there is this abondened farm south of the town that I use as a temporary home.
We could go there and talk. Just be ready for the ghost there, she is a nagging one.

Zanzere showed the way for the human. While the human distracted the watchmen, Zanzere got past them and into safety of the abondened farm. Well inside, Blind Mary started to beg again.
- O why do you come back? Please, leave this place. I´m to hideous to be seen!
- You see what i mean mr...?

'Oh, where are my manners? I am Arthaban. And indeed, you weren't kidding about the ghost. Greetings miss.'
Arthaban inspected the spirit fr a while, but soon after that he returned to the business at hand.
'Anyway, let's begin. So, you want to get out of here? If you would tell me where you want to go I could lead you there. But, I would also like something in return. Don't worry, it's just information. You see, I come from Gilneas, wich is as you probably know plagued by the...the worgen curse... I have heard that this place is also infested with Worgen, and I would like to investigate that. The most important question so far is where they came from...Maybe you know some more about this?'

- Worgen eh? Dont know much, but I have heard that they started to come from a cavern west from here. By some artifact by what i have heard.
Zanzere then remembered that he asked for a name but never told his own.
- And by the way, my name is Zanzere. And I have now told you where they are rumored to come from and I would like to know how to get out of here now.