RPG World Of Warcraft

[Stuart]

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[color=darkred][size=1][center][b]Welcome to Hack Helba's World Of Warcraft RPG ^_^[/b][/center]

[u][b]Major Cities[/b][/u] :

[b]Stormwind[/b] : The city of Stormwind stands as the last bastion of Human power in Azeroth. Rebuilt after the Second War, Stormwind is a marvel of Human design and engineering. Stormwind's guards keep the peace within the city's walls, while the young king, Anduin Wrynn, rules from his mighty keep. The Bazaar District bustles with trade from across the continent and beyond, while Warriors of every sort can be found wandering the streets of Old Town. Unaffected by the ravages of the Scourge in the north, Stormwind still faces its own threats, both from without and from within.

[b]Ironforge[/b] : While many Dwarven strongholds fell during the Second War, the mighty city of Ironforge--nestled in the wintry peaks of Dun Morogh--was never breached by the invading Horde. A marvel to the Dwarves' expertise of shaping rock and stone, Ironforge was constructed in the heart of the mountain itself: an expansive underground city of craftsmen, explorers, miners and Warriors. Although the Alliance has been weakened by recent events, the Dwarves of Ironforge, led by King Magni Bronzebeard, are forging a new future in the world.

[b]Darnassus[/b] : High atop the boughs of the great tree Teldrassil lies the wondrous city of Darnassus, the new refuge of the reclusive Night Elves. Druids, Hunters, and Warriors alike make their homes among the rows of woodcrafted lodges and delicately tended groves. The Temple of the Moon rises like a shining beacon above the trees, flanked by the colonnaded Hall of Justice, where the vigilant Sentinels gather to safeguard the land. Ruled by the high Priestess, Tyrande Whisperwind, Darnassus stands as a tranquil testament to all that the Night Elves hold sacred. A city in tune with the rush and flow of nature, Darnassus was built along the shores of a large lake, with elegant bridges spanning its crystalline waters. Elsewhere, the falling leaves of the forest carpet the soft pathways of the city.

[b]Orgrimmar[/b] : Named in honor of the legendary Orgrim Doomhammer, Orgrimmar was founded to be the capital city of the Orcs' new homeland. Built within a huge, winding canyon in the harsh land of Durotar, Orgrimmar stands as one of the mightiest Warrior cities in the world. Behind Orgrimmar's immense walls, elderly Shamans patiently share their knowledge with the Horde's newest generation of leaders, while Warriors spar in the gladiatorial arena, honing their skills in preparation for the trials that await them in this dangerous land.

[b]Thunder Bluff[/b] : The great city of Thunder Bluff lies atop a series of mesas that overlook the verdant grasslands of Mulgore. The once nomadic Tauren recently established the city as a center for trade caravans, traveling craftsmen and artisans of every kind. The proud city also stands as a refuge for the brave Hunters who stalk their dangerous prey through the plains of Mulgore and its surrounding areas. Long bridges of rope and wood span the chasms between the mesas, topped with tents, longhouses, colorfully painted totems, and spirit lodges. The mighty chief, Cairne Bloodhoof, watches over the bustling city, ensuring that the united Tauren tribes live in peace and security.

[b]Under City[/b] : Far beneath the ruined capital city of Lordaeron, the royal crypts have been turned into a bastion of evil and undeath. Originally intended by Prince Arthas to be the Scourge's seat of power, the budding "Undercity" was abandoned when Arthas was recalled to aid the Lich King in distant Northrend. In Arthas's absence, the Dark Lady, Sylvanas Windrunner, led the rebel Forsaken to the Undercity, and claimed it for her own. Since taking up residence, the Forsaken have worked to complete the Undercity's construction by dredging the twisted maze of catacombs, tombs, and dungeons that Arthas began.

Ok I with this said, I would like somone to start off the RP im no good at starting one... So if somone would like to start I'll be all good to go ^_~[/size][/color]

[Boo]

[I]The thick dark clouds hang above the great city of Thunder Bluff. The rain's pooring down and once in a while the lightning comes out of the heavens above to hit the earth. But even though its very dangerous, it is a low chance that it will come near the city standing pride for the lightning itself.
No, Thunder Bluff will be spared from the pilars of light. Even the woods around the city are left alone of its wrath.
And it is within this light from heavens, that the shadow, sneaking through Thunder Bluff, has to hide away from. A shadow sneaking while holding on to its bow. The light revealed a part of its face. Its a male, dark skinned and slim.
The elvish warrior, bound to the darkness of the night, takes out an arrow and looks around the corner. Two big Tauren are coming his way, while sometimes smelling in the air. The angst jumps on the night elf's face. He is just about to run when he sees more Tauren coming from the other way. One way left, the roofs.
With a elegant move, the night elf gets on the roof and jumps to the next.[/I]

"Who goes there?"

[I]The voice echoes through the quiet streets. The night elf reveals himself, just to show a wondering look on the Taurens faces.[/I]

"Why is a night elf spying on our city? We do not have war do we?"

[I]The night elf doesnt reply but just jumps from building to building and finally over the city wall.
Why was he there?..[/I]

"Ah let him be. As far as i know we have no war with no one. I hope the peace will stay for a while too."

[I]The tauren continued their walk while mumbling a little about what they would do when it would be war.
Everyone expected the sun after the storm, not thinking about the danger untill then...[/I]
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[Tigervx]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=teal] [I]Kuzak-Nul sat in the last of the great Spider Throne in the fortress of Nuk-Nazal. All other Spider cities, including the underground city of Nagnug-Arcrin, had been overrunned by the vicous Undead Scourge. This was the last line until the Nerubians where driven into the sea. The general of the Bow (Known as Tracer to men, elves, and other free people) had begun to lay seige to the city. The walls where tall though, and the Carrion beetles who had guarded this fortress from it's beganning ate away at the undead armies who drew near. At that moment a Nerubian warrior came throw the archway.[/I]

Nerubian Warrior: My Lord, the Ghoul Fighters are massing outside our city. The General of the Bow has come himself and is rallying all his might to strike the last Nerubian hall.

Kuzak-Nul: Let them come, all seiges on this hall have failed, none have scaled the wall to the sky so long as we stay and protect it. The Undead will be devoured by the Carrion and his army will wither. Fear not Spider Warrior, the defenses will hold.

Nerubian Warrior: Yes my Lord, but they have brought rams of the length of a thousand men. Their unnatural monsters of blood hall them.

Kuzak-Nul: The gate of Arkina will hold. It's rims and center rock. The undead will not breach it.

[I] With that, he stepped out of the Hall of the Spiders and went to greet the coming host. [/I]

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Note: Because Nerubians are much larger then humans and Orcs, it should be said that their cities' walls are at least four times bigger then ordinary walls. [/color][/size]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=ff66cc][i]Kilani stood at the farthest branch facing North and let the wind touch her face. She could see the hunters coming back from their hunt and the children greeting them. She turned around and jumped off of the branch and landed on a lower branch, quietly and softly so that no one knew that it was her. She jumped down and down until she got to the City.

She walked to the Hunters and greeted them. They greeted her like a fellow Elf. She wondered what they had brought but did not want to know. She had decided to go inside the training area.

Inside there, she saw many warriors and hunters training and practicing. Someone had spotted her and walked up to her. He was the Captain of the Warriors/Hunters. He grabbed a sword and challenged her.[/i]

"Good evening, Lady Kilani."
"Captain."
"Fine night for a challenge, is it not?"
"Are you asking for a fight?"
"A challenge perhaps."
"Let's."

[i]Kilani took out her Mystic Katana and waved it around like a Bo Staff. The Captain stood there, but then slashed at Kilani, who blocked the attack. The two slashed at each other, causing the others to stare. Soon, the captain flew Kilani's sword out of her hand and she took her Sais out and protected herself with it.

Soon, the two grew tired and and they stopped. The Captain walked to the Mystic Katana and picked it up. He threw it to Kilani who caught it.[/i]

"I believe that is enough for today, Captain."
"Yes. You are improving."

[i]The two walked out and noticed that it was starting to rain heavily. The Captain was to speak first.[/i]

"Odd. Why would it raining in this time of the year?"
"It can't be. I must go to Priestess Tyrande."
"Lady Kilani!"[/color][/size]

[Deedlit]

[color=009966][i]Iris sat in the topmost branches of an aspen, enveloped in deep meditation. She felt the energy from nature channel into her body as it flowed through her heart, mind, and then down her arms and into her hands where she concentrated all the energy. In her mind she repeated the intricate words to the spell over and over. If she pronounced just one syllable wrong or put an accent where there was none, the spell wouldn't work. It was a very difficult spell to master, and she knew it. But the challenges are what make someone stronger, whether it be a warrior or a mage like herself.

Finally she felt her hands grow exceptionally warm and she knew that she had gathered enough energy. She spread her hands, closed her eyes, and began to chant the spell.[/i]

Iris: "[i]Ëala na' caliia, amnot jarcq'sul tin xtrost fon'n, rihemou maogn tsuknaqix![/i]"

[i]Nothing. Nothing but a small, weak burst of light between her hands that faded just as soon and just as fast as it had come. She frowned in disappointment. She was sure she had said everthing right. She was about to try again when a drop of water splashed onto the back of her hand. She stood up and looked at the sky. Clouds had moved in swiftly, that was certain. She could still see a few rays of light from the moon, but soon they disappeared, smothered by the clouds. Rain began to pour down harder than before, and she pulled on the hood of her cloak to stay dry. She stared at the sky puzzled. Why would it be raining now? The sky was clear not even five minutes ago, and now it was a downpour? Besides that, it shouldn't even be raining this time of the year. Iris let out a deep sigh and jumped gracefully from the tree and landed on the soft moist ground, then quickly drew her dagger. As much as she hated it, she would have to return to Darnassus if she ever wanted to find out what was going on, and luckily (or [/i]un[i]luckily, she thought in the back of her mind) she wasn't that far from the city. One thing was certain though: this would be quite an interesting, if not dangerous, homecoming.[/i][/color]

[Stuart]

[color=gray][size=1]"You reek of death human" the demon hunter muttered, his face filled with fire. "You'll regret apporaching me" he snarled. "Come then you'll find were evenly matched." Grined Tracer. charging up the hill, the night elf warrior held the blade directly in front of him, and the other to his side. Tracer drew his sword and engaged combat. "Ahhh!!!" they both yelled with anger and fury. Tracer lashed his sword out, the demon hunter blocking every blow, and nethier oppentent was showing the slightess of fatigue. The elf leaped back and lunched a negative ball of energy, making a direct hit on Tracer. Tracer stepped back and kneeled on the ground. "So its true you can do more than just talk trash after all" He smirked. "Grrr" The demond hunter jumped foward, "I'll show you" he then became covered in flames. Tracer couldnt get in to make a hit without getting burned. The powerful elf grined. Tracer stood back on his feet and threw out a death coil scolding the elf with death, He screamed, he stepped back and the flames went out. painting heavly he said... "We could go on fighting like this forever."
There was a short pause. "What is it you truely want." Tracer drew back his sword and gave the demon hunter a evil smile. [/size][/color]