Out of Character Event

To celebrate our last day in Azeroth before it was changed forever I led and planed an event for my super serious heavy roleplay guild that was entirely out of character. I know dedicating a night to specifically not roleplaying in an roleplay guild sounds ridiculous; but I wanted to do something really flashy and out of the ordinary which has two problems if attempted in character:

1. The Forsaken aren't really outrageous and flashy.
2. Our characters didn't know shattering was happening tomorrow, so the justification for doing something out of the ordinary just wasn't there. I mean, yeah, we could have had a normal event like a training drill or something, but that's hardly memorable on the scale that I was looking for.

So I bit the bullet and scheduled our first and last entirely out of character event, and in the end I'm glad I did it. I kept the details entirely secret and told my members only to meet at the Undercity bank at seven server time with some empty bag space.

Book that I Write in: Meditation is for Chumps

Book that I write in,

It's worth noting that, for all my criticisms of the elevators and aesthetics, the actual layout of the Undercity makes a lot of sense. A near-perfect circle divided into quarters; if you can count to four, you can find your way around. This suited me just fine, as I'm pretty sure that, given the choice between getting a lobotomy done with a mining pick or asking or asking a guard for directions, I would chose the former. Inbetween tasks I set for myself  I started to explore the city, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Banshee Queen. When I did finally see her (guarded by Forsaken, I noted with relief) it was at a distance. I poked my head out from the end of the hallway that led into her royal quarter and very quietly observed her for a moment. She looked very strong, and a little pissed off too so I decided not to approach her. Silently, I thanked her for freeing us and nodded my head in her direction. I knew the gesture was pointless as she was as unaware of it as she was of my own existence; but I enjoyed thinking I at least did something to express my gratitude.

Character Planning for my Forsaken Hunter

I've never actually created a pair of roleplay characters with someone else, even though it's quite common. I've had offers before, but I always held back because I worried about the other person going inactive and then having that characters story go unfinished and unplayed. So when another officer in my guild and I started talking about rolling characters for Cataclysm that are siblings I had some reservations. The idea wouldn't seem to leave either of us alone though, I mean, how awesome would a Forsaken brother and sister duo be? It's uncommon for Forsaken to honour ties to family they had in life, so we thought we'd take it a step further and have them hate each other. Having a constant nemesis and rival sounds like a lot of fun to roleplay, and spits in the face of the typical family roleplay style I've seen around. We're going to have their interaction feel a lot like childish sibling augments ('my [blank] is better than your [blank]!') only due to setting and circumstance their goals and bragging are going to involve massive diseased bears turning red and enraging, plague tipped arrows, murder, mayhem and sacks of gold that are awarded for aforementioned murder.

Book that I Write in: Off to Undercity

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Eventually I exhausted all the work there was for me in Brill. I kept expecting to see Vaalis again, and I would anxiously look around Gallow's End (that's the name of the inn in Brill) whenever I came back to town to repair my armour or read in my rented room. I was proud of the progress I'd made with my fighting and Orcish and kind of wanted him to see what I could do. Also, after talking to the other Forsaken in Brill I was burning with questions; mostly about why he acted like a benefactor to me when he didn't need to. I waited around for a few days in Brill tapping my feet and twiddling my decaying thumbs before I packed up and left for Undercity.

As an aside, I physically reeled when I discovered the Undercity Forsaken spoke of was actually -the- Undercity of Lordaeron. I had not remembered names like Trisfall Glades or Brill when I came out of my gave and assumed I was in some new, foreign part of Azeroth rather than the backyard of Lordaeron; where I am confident I spent my time alive. I suspect geography was not a pressing concern for me then. It's a source of endless frustration how even small memories of my time spent living are remembered painstakingly slowly for me; but more on that later.

OOC: A Realm of Possiblies

I constantly see threads on my realm forums from people looking to potentially transfer that want information on the server that's easily obtainable via google. Their frequency is alarming, as is the fact that people would rather make an entire thread and wait on replies that are subject to opinion and trolling rather than just getting the hard facts right away. Now, don't get me wrong. Forums are all about discussion, and if you have a question about the server that promotes it like: "Is there a lot of Dwarf roleplay here? What kind Dwarf characters do you see being roleplayed and what do you think of them?" Then all the power to you.

If you want to find out more about the roleplay on a roleplay server your best bet is always just roll a character on that realm, run to a major city with any roleplay mods you use enabled and have a look around. You want the make the most of your investment, so finding out for yourself is guaranteed to be better than just waiting on people to tell you if they think a server is worth the twenty five bucks or not. Sadly, most of the posts I see are like the example I posted after the break.

Book that I Write in: Waking Up Sucks II

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Vaalis was very patient, but I guess he wanted to get back to somewhere since he started pointing over towards some grey buildings in the distance. It wasn't until he started motioning for me to get out of the dirt that I realized he was expecting me to go with him. I looked down and noticed my clothes were pretty much forfeit from my time sleeping, so when we got closer to the town I would later learn was called Brill I grabbed a bit of cloth than had blown into a nearby tree and wrapped it around myself. It must've been a torn bed sheet or something. I wasn't sure if Forsaken were modest, but I didn't want to look like a fool when meeting others like me for the first time.

So that's why I was a little angry when I heard someone snickering at me when we approached the inn. I turned to see who it was, and it was this stupid merchant in front of a cart. When I turned to glare at her she just laughed harder, holding her sides. I was dealing with a lot, so naturally I jumped at the chance distract myself by running over to that bitch and giving her a piece of my mind. Vaalis was quick to stop me however, and led me away by my wrist. He must have known what I was going to ask, since he looked at me and said “sheeeet isss piiink” as he half-dragged me away.

I started to protest, it wasn't pink...! I looked down to make sure, it was grey! Just like my hands, and the cobblestones, and the buildings and the... grass. I looked up in a panic, my head darting around like some of mad woman as I took visual inventory. There wasn't any colour to anything. I remember vaguely thinking that something was strange with my sight when I got out of my grave but it was quickly forgotten in light of everything else; I thought I might have had dirt in my eyes or something.

Book that I Write in: Waking Up Sucks

Dear Diary,

No, that sounds too whimsical. Little girls keep diaries under their beds and leave teddy bears to guard them.

Dear journal,

Better, but still stupid. Why am I addressing it so kindly? It's my parchment, I'm calling the shots here.

Journal:

Boring. I can do better than that.

Book that I write in,

That's the ticket, you're a genius Geneive. You thought this writing things down idea was good and you've impressed yourself after only a few lines. Anyways...

Book that I write in,

I've been thinking about a lot of stuff, and it's getting to the point where if I don't try and keep track of my thoughts somehow I'm going to go completely nuts and join that Forsaken under the ramp in Undercity selling cockroaches with a pair of stolen pantaloons on my head. Don't ask whose pantaloons they will be, you're better off not knowing. What are you doing sidetracking me anyways? Shut up, I have a lot to pen. I guess I should start at the beginning. Or maybe the end? It's hard for Forsaken, the beginning is the end for us, sort of.

My entrance into the ranks of the Forsaken was not good. I imagine others of my kind emerged from their graves triumphantly, one fist breaking through the soil as a bolt of lighting lit up the sky. They emerge with purpose, their first footsteps out of the grave measured and precise. They walk towards some unknown goal, pausing only to snatch up some unfortunate baby bunny, who foolishly ran by, and then biting it's head off. I'd give my teeth to have awoken like that. But alas, such was not the case.