Posts Tagged ‘rp’

As many people know who follow me on either the podcast, twitter or now this blog again, I do love mmo’s a lot. I think it has to do with the fact that you’re never truly alone in the game. It’s what attracts me most to mmo’s, the social aspect. If I want to have the experience of a solo game there are many other games out there, one of them is Dragon Age: Inquisition and I’m playing a lot of it, but I will give that game it’s own post.

Currently I’m still running around in WoW. I’ve levelled to 100 and tried a bit of LFR and trying to get my garrison to progress, but something is just not doing it for me any longer. I don’t know what it is, but I was often logging in, looking at my quest/chore list and just logging off again. Plain and simple: the game wasn’t any fun for me.

I tried to find out what I did like all those years ago. Sure, I loved raiding, but with my current working hours that is a nono and there is only so much LFR you can do before you go a bit silly. I took a brave step towards my old rp server and created a new human warlock. I thought well about her background story and the more I thought about it, the more enthusiastic I got about playing here. I actually created a role play character after many years.

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Meet Zoellha, the clumsy warlock

So far, she has proven to be a lot of fun. I’m not very good at warlocking (yes that’s a verb now), but i will just level her slowly while trying to get more and more into rp. I even created a new dreanai paladin and a nightelf mage to get more rp stories. Tho in all honesty my knowledge about nelf mages is a bit lacking.

So what else is there to play besides wow? Well actually this is a pretty good time to start dipping your toes into some of the non-sub mmo’s. I actually went back to my old time favourite:

The Secret World

It’s one of those mmo’s that’s more aimed towards a mature audience and because it’s set in the modern world, it gives you quite a unique experience. I love the stories by H.P. Lovecraft and this mmo is dark and disturbing. again I’m on a roleplay server and I’ve just created a Templar this time. Mostly because the Templars are being portrait as the super good guys and that will be a nice challenge from my neutral Dragon character. Also it will be interesting to see if the changes to the game have made it more friendly to players who just start out.

Creepy goat demon will probably want your soul in TSW

Creepy goat demon will probably want your soul in TSW

Guild Wars 2

I always loved the visuals in Guild Wars 2 and the storyline for Silvari is pretty interesting too, but for some reason I stopped playing. When I got told there was an expansion coming out, I figured it would be time again to jump back in and see what’s going on and you know what, it grabbed me immediatly. I kept on running through areas with my hunter and it was just so stunning seeing the landscape change. I’m not a big fan of the questing, but when there is a world event going on, I always participate and it’s fun seeing all these people try to take down this big monster. My bet is, I will be returning back to level my Silvari slowly.

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Graphics wise Guild Wars 2 is pretty amazing!

 The Elder Scrolls Online

I’ve been incredibly harsh on this game when it was in Beta. I didn’t like the questing and the starting areas dragged so all in all I was not going to play this….. Ow how boredom can change things. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to get this game when it was launched live, not only did I get a copy… I got the special deluxe edition. And let me tell you, it didn’t disappoint. I got a gorgeous statue and the art book is just amazing! Well worth the money.

Don't judge this game too quickly!

Don’t judge this game too quickly!

I created a dark elf and joined a different faction than what she was meant for (I think I started at the woodelf and Kajit area) and after escaping a prison (spoiler I guess) I was pleasantly surprised by the new starting area. It really grabbed me and I just kept on running around hunting for treasure, doing quests, exploring the world. I loved it! Admittedly, there were some dodgy bugs in the game and I soon found out that my rogue wasn’t quite able to do certain quests on her own level just because the mobs were impossible to kill, but I still enjoyed it. It was like playing Skyrim, but there were more people, making the world feel more alive to me. The reason I stopped playing this game was purely because of the sub. I didn’t want to pay for another mmo, so the news that ESO is going to be buy to play like Guild Wars 2 in March is very good news to me. I already updated my game with the patcher so I can’t wait for March to roll around.

What mmo are you playing?

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Look what I won on Ebay!

Posted: February 9, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Look what I won on Ebay!

Finally got my hands on these two. So now I can read up on our vampire campaign 😀

Oronil’s past (part 2)

Posted: May 1, 2010 in druid, roleplay
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There’s a reason why I never played Oronil as a feral, I suck at it. But I also had to find something ic to make her not want to shift into a kitty or bear. It might not be lore accurate, but I’m pretty content with the outcome of this story 🙂

Several years had past and living with Ravenmane was hard but interesting. He was like a father to her, but he was also a strict mentor. He had taken her under his wing when her mother had died. He had given her a month to get used to living in her new home, but then he started his training. Her destiny was to become a druid. Oronil had heard of them and had seen some of them. They were impressive and she liked how they worked with nature. But soon she had found out that the training of becoming one was a lot harder then she had ever imagined. He showed her the animals and the trees, the flowers and all the plants. He tought her how to fight and how to defend herself. Often she was bruised and losing blood after Ravenmane showed her how easily she could be killed. Over and over again.

She knew that crying and whining wouldn’t help her. So instead she just bit her lip and learned to live with the pain.

It was a quiet night when something came to her mind. Ravenmane was sitting in his big chair, reading a book. Oronil stared into the fire, trying to figure out how to begin her question. “Make up your mind, young one, either you ask the question or you don’t.” Ravenmane had noticed her mouth going open and closing over and over again, each time she wanted to start her question but had stopped herself.

Oronil sighed. “I remember when I was little and you visited us. You said something about my blood, something about my father.. and why was my path already chosen for me? Why didn’t my mother want to tell me who my father was? Is he still alive? How did my mother die?” The questions just rolled out of her mouth. Ravenmane listened to all of them and waited until she was done.

“You’re old enough now to know the truth. But we have to start at the beginning. I you’re your father when he was still young. He was a good friend of mine, a druid like me. He loved his feral abilities as much as I love my healing ones. Your parents were the perfect couple and they quickly got married. But during that time his hunger for power had grown. He wanted to be the best feral fighter ever. And his hunger took him to Felwood. Nature is corrupt in that place and your father started to experiment with the plants and the animals. Trying to find a potion or something else that could improve his strength, his ferocity. He had succeeded, but he had to pay a high price for it. He became just as corrupted as nature in Felwood. In the beginning I didn’t notice. Yes, he was acting differently, but nothing that really worried me. Apperantly some other elves found out and he tried to bribe them. They agreed on keeping his secret save if he’d agreed in an arranged marriage for his daughter. You, Oronil. Your family of your fathers side was one with a lot of influence. And so was the family that wanted your hand in marriage to their son. Your mother wasn’t part of it. She found out later, when your father was already gone. Yes child, the druids found out. Or more correct, I did. It was my duty to tell our leaders about him. He was forming a danger to all of us. Not controlling his abilities, his strength, his lust for blood, he was a monster. We tried to capture him, but he fled. I don’t know what happened to him. Later your mother heard about the deal and she told the family that as long as she was around, she would stand in the way of the union. She also asked me to take care of you if something would happen to you. I am your guardian. Your mother was afraid that you would have inherited some of your fathers bloodlust. The corruption was already flowing through his veins when you were conceived. I never told her that I saw it once. You were young but one of the other children had angered you. I saw how you jumped on him and literally tried to kill him. Your claws were already out and you were slashing away. I grabbed you and pulled you away. You couldn’t remember anything after that. I never told her, because it would only worry her. I wanted to teach you how to handle those instincts, but it will be hard, and you’re just too young now. Now about your mothers death: your mother died on one of her hunting trips. A group of Satyrs jumped her and tore her apart. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you at such a young age. Now I’m sure this story will only make you want to ask more questions. But there’s a time and place for everything, Oronil. And you had quite some information already. I suggest you go to bed and sleep. We have another hard day of work tomorrow.” And with that his gaze was back on the book. Oronil slowly got to her feet and walked to her room. She couldn’t remember how she had fallen asleep that night, but she remembered looking into her mirror once and how scared she was of herself.

Oronil’s past, Part 1

Posted: April 28, 2010 in druid, roleplay
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I’ve played on rp-servers almost for 4 and a half years now. Oronil is my main character, my beloved boomie gone resto druid. This is part of her background story.

The ground felt cold. She was barefoot but that’s actually what she liked. Every time her mother forced her to wear her leather shoes she took them off immediately after her mother wasn’t around. The young child liked to touch her surrounding, nature. The trees, the flowers, water, the ground and animals. It had happened that she wasn’t careful enough in her enthusiasm and it ended in her getting hurt. It drove her mother crazy. “Oronil, one day you’ll get yourself into more trouble then you can handle.” Her mother told her daily.

But the child just smiled and continued her investigations. She found a frog and caught it carefully. She took it home with her to show to her mother.

Oronil lived alone with her mother in the forests of Ashenvale. They had a small cottage and her mum provided food for the both of them. She was a skilled huntress. When Oronil noticed that the other children talked about their fathers and not only their mothers, she became curious and started to ask her mother where her dad was. “He’s gone and it’s best if you let it rest Oro. We do not talk about him in this house.” Oronil didn’t know what to respond to that. Why was her mother not proud of him? Why couldn’t she know who he was?

She remembered playing in the living room with a tigerlike doll when he knocked at the door. When her mum opened the door Oronil’s eyes grew big. She had never seen a figure like him. He had horns like the stags in the forests and a long dark beard. That was all she could see of his face because the rest was hidden by his hood. His robes had the colour of the forest and he was carrying a large staff. It was as if nature had stepped into the house. Oronil was impressed and a little scared of this figure. His gaze rested upon the child. “Is this his daughter?” he said in a low voice. Her mother nodded. “Her path is already chosen for her. In time I will come for her and train her. Let’s hope his influence is little in her. Still his blood runs in her veins and we should watch her carefully.” And with these words he left the house.

Oronil didn’t understand what he had said. Was she sick? What was wrong with her? She asked her mother, but she said that little girls shouldn’t worry about things like that and that she was perfectly healthy. Her mother combed her white hair and started to braid it. “Know that I love you very much Oronil. You are the child I always wanted. I will never leave you.” She kissed Oronil’s forehead. Oronil would always remember that moment.

It almost seemed as if she had waited for her mothers return for an eternity. Normally her mum was back during dinnertime, but when the sun had made place for the moon and it’s stars she knew something was wrong. She was sitting in a chair in front of the window, waiting and watching. Her heart jumped when she saw a figure moving from the forest towards the house. She ran to the door and opened it, hugging her mother. But this person didn’t feel like her mother, and he smelled differently. Her mum smelled of roses, this person, he smelled of nature. She looked up and saw the strange man that had visited them. She took a step back. “Mother is not here. I don’t know where she is. She should have been here already. Are you going to find her?” And all of a sudden the child started to cry and fell to her knees.

The figure picked her up and said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry child, but you’re mother is not with us anymore. When you’re old enough I will tell you about her faith. I will take care of you now.” He put her on the ground. “Go, grab some clothes and other things you want to bring with you. We won’t come back here.”

Oronil nodded and started to go through her things. When she was done and had walked back outside, she saw him standing next to an enormous tiger. “This is Karam, he will watch over you and me.” Oronil slowly stroked his furry head and the big creature purred. She knew she was going to like this being. The elf put her on the tigers back and sat behind her. They rode of into the dark night.