Name: Rokoth Forgeblade
Class: Warrior (Blacksmith/Merc)
Level:100
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: My main account is Gurahk Stormwolf, and I'm quite experienced with role-playing aka, your behaviour, no metagaming and e.t.c
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
Day 1.
It was a stormy night.. as usual, I'd look for abandonded forts to survive, heck, just to live with this torment even more. Ah well, I am Rokoth Forgeblade, master of blacksmithing.. atleast that's what I think, after the Iron horde's defeat I've become nothing but a mercenary. The problem is, who will hire someone that made weapons to their enemies, and is (kinda) responsible for many deaths. Yes, he could return back to Draenor, but what's the point, I'll be called a traitor if I return there.
Day 3.
"What's this?" An orc with full black armor said, "You look lost, perhaps for a fee, I could atleast get you somewhere". I'd rise up, check my empty pockets, and shake my head. "Ah well, I am Draggak Boneflayer, and as you can see.. I am a merc, heh.."
Day 14.
"And then I said, yo-"
A knock on the door would be heard, "Meela, get to the roof, I'll handle these... guests" A simple farmer, hrah, can't remember too much, ah well.
Two orcs would slam the door open, looking for riches. "Bah, these humans got nothing but a shelter and bread, kill them so we can stay over here at night"
Screams would be heard from the lower part of the house, Meela would soothe the baby she's holding, two shadowy figures would appear outside, getting closer and closer, until a sight of a green and a gray creature would be seen.
(He would war half AU blackrock armour, and half hand-made armour)
Class: Warrior (Blacksmith/Merc)
Level:100
Tell us something about your (role)playing experience: My main account is Gurahk Stormwolf, and I'm quite experienced with role-playing aka, your behaviour, no metagaming and e.t.c
And finally, please write a short story and/or IC introduction about your character:
Day 1.
It was a stormy night.. as usual, I'd look for abandonded forts to survive, heck, just to live with this torment even more. Ah well, I am Rokoth Forgeblade, master of blacksmithing.. atleast that's what I think, after the Iron horde's defeat I've become nothing but a mercenary. The problem is, who will hire someone that made weapons to their enemies, and is (kinda) responsible for many deaths. Yes, he could return back to Draenor, but what's the point, I'll be called a traitor if I return there.
Day 3.
"What's this?" An orc with full black armor said, "You look lost, perhaps for a fee, I could atleast get you somewhere". I'd rise up, check my empty pockets, and shake my head. "Ah well, I am Draggak Boneflayer, and as you can see.. I am a merc, heh.."
Day 14.
"And then I said, yo-"
A knock on the door would be heard, "Meela, get to the roof, I'll handle these... guests" A simple farmer, hrah, can't remember too much, ah well.
Two orcs would slam the door open, looking for riches. "Bah, these humans got nothing but a shelter and bread, kill them so we can stay over here at night"
Screams would be heard from the lower part of the house, Meela would soothe the baby she's holding, two shadowy figures would appear outside, getting closer and closer, until a sight of a green and a gray creature would be seen.
(He would war half AU blackrock armour, and half hand-made armour)