The Stormmane Chronicles (Warcraft RP, OOC, Interest&Suggestion)

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Okay here's the deal, I have just read a big load of Warcraft webcomics, laughed a lot at Cru the Dwarf, planning on getting online on WoW after three months of no gaming, and I am thinking of making a Warcraft RP. I got a starter plot in mind but I need some suggestions for the storyline and the plot progress.

Below is my idea for the story.

The Stormmane Chronicles
Book One: The Tauren Mechanic

My name is Kausth Stormmane and I am a tauren, or rather I am half Tauren half Night Elf, from my father's side of the family. I am a freelance mechanic who travels Azeroth in search of metals, tools, gears and interesting items, while my profession as a mechanic is my main source of income am I also a skilled hunter and I love to use guns but when I need to will I use all kinds of meele weapons from small daggers to huge war hammers.

While it is not known by most so do I use my skills neither for Alliance nor Horse, I am not part of any factions of Azeroth, if I was then I wouldn't be a freelance mechanic. I have a special pass I earned from the horde and the alliance by offering them the designs for two unique war machines each of them would find useful not only for war but for peace as well. But as always is war the main topic in those pig skulls' heads.

I am a bit ashamed of this war to tell the truth, I hate how we fight over meager things with each other for reasons that had passed centuries ago. My father is a simple merchant whom my mother fell in love with, she is a hardcore hunter who loves the wild, so you can tell there's a bit of explosive chemistry between my parents. but they love each other and do not let things as petty arguing get the best of them.

Well as for me, I studied as a mechanic and miner under the teaching of a dwarven friend of my father's, it was a blast, traveling from mining coal and copper to the rare and incredible rare adamantine and mithril. I learned the arts of the hunter by my bother and she was a rough but great teacher, though I am still unsure if teaching me how to turn humanoid females into pets is an official hunter skill... probably my mother who wants grand babies as she keeps mooing about.

Because of my half elven heritage am I more humanoid built then normal taurens, though I am not complaining as it seems to attract attention from the females. But I sure do wonder why they keep eying my crotch, I am not that big of a tauren down there... But then again I haven't really measured it with another tauren, and I am sure as hell not going to do that, ever. But I am getting off tract... where was I?

Ah yes, as I stated, I am a more humanoid appearing Tauren with well versed skills in engineering, mining and hunting, I am not too bad of a cook, healer or fisherman either. My work as a freelance mechanic gives me lots of chances to check out interesting machines, constructions and more, I was even hired by one of the boss monsters in one of the dwarven ruins to check on some pipes, gears and rusting golems, it was fun but the naga sirens' eying my behind creeped me out.

So to speak am I a pretty well known person among the world and my status as a freelance makes it possible for me to keep out of any battlezone or duel, well except for when I meet one of those freaks with one or more of The Four Curses of Annoyance on them.

First comes the Curse of Lacking Language Skills, makes a person speak things that makes no sense like ROLF, LOL, Haxxor, pwned, cyber, L33T, camp and the likes. They have no proper grammar, speaks of strange things as, I am getting a taco wanna go raid, selling rusty knives for 1 G, and crap like that while just standing still and shouting it out as if they are speaking to a crowd of people. Perhaps the most annoying of the four.

The second is the Curse of Loot/Prey Stealing, people that keeps taking out the kills just as you are about to take out the beast yourself, or takes the loot of the monster you have fought hard to kill, or both, very annoying.

And the third curse is the Curse of Dueling/Guild Inviting, this curse makes people duel every person they meet, be it alliance or horse, and they keep sending letters of invitations to people they want to join their guild, every tenth second, annoying but helps when you need fire in the winter.

And lastly is the Curse of Motion Affliction that makes people move oddly, they appear to stop, stop and move repeatedly, then suddenly teleport to a different spot after five minutes of being frozen. and sometimes they even frozen while fighting a monster and afterwards there's a blink and the person is either dead or the monster is dead.

These four curses were spread worldwide by a group of hammered mages, warlocks and druids of all the ten races, they were made into the biggest joke of azeroth history and even the Burning Legion are ashamed at the fact that they could never reach such a status of asshole-ness like this group of hammered magic users.

But I am getting off track again, at the moment am I riding through the snow covered mountains of Dun Morogh, the home of the main capital of the dwarves, Ironforge. And I am here for a job offered to me by King Magni Bronzebeard himself, it concerned a newly found tunnel beneath Ironforge's tunnels where a set of dwarves and gnomes had prepared to make new homes for them, but a wall collapsed and a hidden tunnel made out of metal was found. I was offered a job to be part of the squad who would investigate the tunnel, with my engineering skills I would be able to figure out if the tunnel was dangerous or if there was some kind of trap in the tunnel.

And that brings us to today, I am riding on my trusty raptor Wildfang, a very big raptor I captured and tamed myself with a group of trolls, I was given the honour of taming this fine creature and make her into my mount as I aided them in keeping her from damaging their homes or eating their cattle. As I rode up the road up the large mountain towards huge gates of Ironforge I saw many people give me looks from glares to lusty stares, though it made me shudder as some of those last stares came from some males.

Wildfang was warped in a thick warp fur to keep her warm in these cold lands and her black and red scale hide would make it impossible for her to be stealthy so I had made a device that turned her hide into different colors, so that she would have no problem hunting while we were here. As I reached the huge gates I saw a group of dwarves and gnomes preparing to fire a giant crossbow into the mountain wall, I noticed a flaw in the design of the crossbow and decided to help them before they fired the crossbow and destroyed it, my dwarven was not all that good though so I had hard to explain it.

<D>"Ye might want de check da place uf da hook, da hold uf da left cog on da left bow an' look ath de crack in a left bow by da middle. If ye fire da bow, ye make da bow sploid like da ice piece."<D>

After leaving the flustered dwarves and gnomes, who were tormented by the chuckling guards as they indeed found the fault in their new crossbow, I rode slowly into the warm entrance of the Ironforge. It was a beautiful place for a mechanic like myself, molten lava, melted metal, rotating gears, machines and so much more, it was paradise. Now I just needed to find the place I was supposed to meet King Bronzebeard, it was in the mines, and after asking for directions five times I finally reached the mines and saw dwarven guards standing guard around King Bronzebeard while a group of professional adventurers stood there as well.



End of Introduction Post I have Prepared

And that's what I got planned for the beginning of this rp, does anyone have any suggestions, ideas or something else that might be helpful for this rp? I am all open for suggestions and no worries about IC posting, this is an OOC thread, the post above was just my example on what I got planned for the start of the rp.

And here's something that is not mentioned in that post, I plan on having Kausth bed females of every race, except for dwarves and gnomes, they are not my thing, but it might be possible if you give me a good enough reason. and that's about it, hope there's people interested in this rp, I will be sure ot make a character sheet once I know people are interested in this rp.
 
I had a idea about a human woman who likes males from other races, except undead (things fall off of them when there worked to hard ;)). I was thinking a Rogue, young hot and works as a dancer to make a few extra coins from tome to time. She’s sexually curious about the other male of different races. Even a few NPC races maybe.

Let me know what you think?
 
Sounds like a good character for this rp, perhaps Stormmane will be her first? I will make a sheet for the character making if nobody has any ideas for a sheet themselves.
 
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Mount:
Pet(Hunter)/Minion(Warlock):
Appearance:
Bio:

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Let me know what you think?

Name: Cilva
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Profession: Dancer, leatherworking, skinner
Mount: two feet
Pet(Hunter)/Minion(Warlock):

Appearance: She has long light brown hair that hangs between her shoulders. Her skin has a light olive tan, smooth and soft. She has freckles across shoulders and some scattered over the rest of her body. Her eyes are big and brown. She has beautiful full lips and a sweat smile. She has a cute slightly curvy ass, trim athletic body and 34C breast. She about 5’6”. She wears dark leather pants and a sleeve less dark leather top that shows off her midriff when she works as a rogue.

Bio: Cilva grew up in a small farm house in the Elwynn Forest with her father. It wasn’t the best of times as her father stayed drunken most of it, leaving the chores for her to do. She didn’t mind because she loved her father and want to look after him. That all changed after she became a young women.

Cilva was in Goldshire delivering some leather to a merchant when she saw a note tacked to the inn wall. The Darkmoon Faire was coming to town and there was going to be a dancing contest. Cilva loved to dance and had spent many an evening in the forest dancing around to forget her troubles. So with the help of a Night Elf friend of hers, who was a seamstress, she made a gown and interred the contest. The day of the contest Cilva begged and pleaded with her father to come and see watch her. Finally she won him over by promising to give him coin for drinks. At the contest, her performance was such a hit that the coward wanted to her to dance again. As Mr. Silas Darkmoon climbed up to the stage, Cilva’s smile became bigger as she saw her father watching her. Then the best thing happened she had won the contest. She danced all the way home as her father counted the gold she had won. Nothing could bring her down out of the clouds or so she thought.

After they had arrived at home, Cilva was so happy that she didn’t want to go into their little house but her father told her to. As Cilva walked into the house and she walked to the table were her father had sat the gold down. She looked at the shine gold and didn’t hear her father close the door behind her. She didn’t thing anything was wrong until she felt her father grab her around the waist. Cilva looked around and saw that her father was drunk again. Her heart froze when he called her by her mother’s name and started to roughly squeeze her breast. She tried to fight him off but to no avail as he pushed her over the table and pulled her new dress up over her back. Cilva bit her lip and tried not to scream as tears ran down her face while her father used her. When he had finally finished he walked into his room and passed out. As Cilva stood up and looked down at her ruined dress she mad up her mind. She quickly gathered her few and her winnings and left her father’s house forever.

After running to her Night Elf friend and telling her what had happened, they decided to leave the area and head north. After traveling to Ironforge, they started down into a new life. Her friend was a Priestess and found work healing the sick and wounded. But work was hard for Cilva to find. Her big brake came as one day she bumped into a Gnome that had seen her dance at the Darkmoon Faire. Luck would have it that he owned a tavern that needed some entertainment. So Cilva started to dance at his tavern. She loved working there, the patrons, mostly Dwarves and Gnomes, would cheer and whistle as she danced in her red skimpy silk outfit. She didn’t mind that her outfit covered almost nothing of her beautiful body or that when she worked to serve drinks to the patrons that her ass would get pinched or patted. She loved working there and the attention she got.

After working at the tavern for a few months, Cilva was approached by a friend of her boss, a Gnome by the name of Fizziwink. He had watched her and admired her agility and grace, not to mention her body also. He was a trainer in the art of Rogues and wanted to know if she would like to be trained. She told him she would love to but had little gold to pay him. With a smile on his face and a slow glance down her figure he told her he would think of something for trade. After some thought she agreed and started her training the next day. Cilva liked her training and didn’t mind what he wanted in trade, what gnome like in size they make up for in stamina and creativity.

Now, after come back from a hunting trip she finds a message on her bed. Sitting her skinning gear down Cilva sat slowly down on her bed to read the message. Being snowed in a hunting lodge with two horny Dwarves for two weeks can make a girl tired and a bit soar. Reaching behind her back she pulled her dagger from its sheath and opened the message. As she started to read, Cilva twirled a lock of light brown hair in her fingers. A tunnel was found made of metal, and her trainer put her name in for a scouting job. With a sigh, Cilva got off the bed and picked up her rogue gear. She told her Night Elf friend she was going out again and headed toward the new tunnels.
 
Name: Kausth Stormmane
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Night Tauren (Half Tauren Half Night Elf)
Class: Hunter
Profession: Mining, Engineering
Mount: Wildfang (Female War Raptor)
Pet(Hunter): Snowpaw (Female T-Rex) (always wanted one)
Appearance: Attachment File
Bio: Read intro
 
I couldn’t find a picture of her in the outfit I described, but I did find a model that fit the bill on how she would look.
 
Nice image, consider her accepted, do you have any other characters you might use?
 
I made a Night Elf friend that could be used later. I haven't found a picture for her yet.
 
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