Hey folks! Happy Halloween!
So even though I've swapped to a bi-weekly upload schedule for the "Warcraft: Deserter" comic, the story is still plugging along and I'm thrilled and honored to have so many folks supportive! If you haven't heard, I've started a Discord server to gather together a community and show the art that goes into Deserter as well as upcoming projects! And since last week featured the end of "Book 1" at 100 pages, I want to do a small giveaway!

All you have to do is join the Discord; and if you have friends join with you, a shout-out (@example_name) in the discord chat will get additional entries! The Winner will get their character (or if they prefer for some reason, themselves, or even a significant other, etc, it's flexible!) featured in DESERTER! And then I will be working with the winner to create a snazzy digital poster to show off their character (or whatever you choose!) just for you!

Entries end on November 30th and the winner will be announced on December 4th! Much love all, and see you in Azeroth! <3

Hello! I am looking to RP as horde at the US side (I am originally from EU, but recently wanted to start my new wow life on the US server.) I main horde, does it matter if I go Moonguard or Wyrmrest for Horde? How active is WoW horde RP? Back in EU Horde rp isnt.. that alive.... No hate for us EU people, I had tons of fun roleplaying there when it happened!

WARNING: There is a scene near the end of wolves eating. It’s not super graphic, but I wanted to capture the realism. So if you’re squeamish, probably don’t read the part after Nathaniel speaks with the Eastvale loggers.

Hope you all enjoy!

Adventurer’s Log, Day 2 Elwynn Forest, Eastern Kingdoms, Azeroth Nathaniel Garrow, The Wanderer

The din of chatter, haggling and bombastic laughter coming from Goldshire lowered to a dull roar as Nathaniel began his journey in earnest. His legs moved at a quick pace, yet comfortable, toward the Eastvale Logging Camp to the east.

Marshal Dughan, his face lined with obvious weariness from years spent stationed at such a prestigious location, had informed Nathaniel that the local wildlife and murlocs had once again begun causing problems for the loggers. The supply of lumber they brought in each week was critical to the defenses of the local areas. The wildlife was causing enough issues that it required investigation, but not so much that the Marshal could spare armed soldiers to check it out.

Nathaniel wondered what a lone rogue could possibly hope to accomplish against such a threat. He was not a warrior, a mage, or a hunter. Those were the types of adventurers whose skills naturally lent themselves to such encounters.

The good Marshal had only shrugged at that query and replied, “Adventurers in these parts have become exceedingly rare over the past decade or so. Most have gone forward to where the fighting and reward are at their highest. We rarely see your kind in Elwynn anymore.”

It’d been intriguing to learn that interest in exploring the vastness of Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdoms had all but vanished since the events of the Great Cataclysm had been stopped. The resultant exodus of adventurers swarmed to their next adventure, with Kalimdor with the old world being largely ignored.

As a result, problems were once again surfacing across Azeroth’s two largest continents. Some adventurers had begun their journeys here, but the best among them quickly left for new locations when they learned the rewards of their homes were spartan by comparison.

Nathaniel shook his head and scowled. ‘Surely, there’s still much teh be learned here? They can’tve discovered everythin’.’

Hooves crunching dirt shook Nathaniel from his reverie and he jumped off the road. A small troop of Stormwind Cavalry Scouts passed by, mounted atop large horses. The animals’ sheen coats shined almost as brightly as their riders’ silver and blue-trimmed armor.

The men and women spared a glance down at him, their mocking smirks fueling an angry bubbling in his stomach.

‘Barely a scratch on their armor.’ Nathaniel scowled and turned his attention east, attempting to see past the cloud of dirt kicked up by the mounted soldiers. ‘There’s real problems out here and these idiots are too busy looking pretty teh do anythin’ ‘bout it.’

Nathaniel stepped back on the dirt road and ignored the laughter carrying back to him on the light breeze. He made out a stone bridge a ways off. As he approached, the expected sounds of a lumber mill never reached him.

‘Are they so bad off tha’ there's no work teh be done?’

“You, there!” A man’s gruff shout drew his attention as he neared the bridge and Nathaniel’s nerves soared. “The road’s dangerous past these parts. If you’re traveling to the Redridge Mountains I’ll need to see your writ.”

Nathaniel shook his head, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket, as he approached the man and his small group of accompanying soldiers. “I’m not ready teh go there, yet,” he replied. “M-Marshal Dughan sent me ‘ere teh d-deal with the wildlife.”

A flare of frustration flashed through Nathaniel. ‘When’ll I shake this stuttering?’

Silver armor glinted in the moonlight as the soldier brought Nathaniel’s writ close to his face and let out a sigh of relief. “You didn’t come soon enough, adventurer.” He handed Nathaniel the paper. “Though I can’t blame you. There’s too few of you left in these parts.”

“So I’ve n-noticed.” Nathaniel eyed the broadsword resting on the man’s hip. “You and y-your m-men look capable in a fight. Why d-don’ yeh help me wit’ this and we sp-split the profit, M-Mister…”

“Guard Thomas, Rogue.” He shook his head. “Would that we could, but we’re under strict orders to keep the murlocs and such from spreading west. My old injury would prevent me from helping much even if I weren’t under orders.”

Nathaniel scanned the guard and raised a brow. “Y-yeh l-look fine teh m-me.” He swallowed hard, balling a fist at his hip. If Thomas noticed, he said nothing.

“I look fine standing here,” Thomas replied with a frown, “but I took an arrow to the knee a year back fighting off a group of bandits. I’m afraid I’m not much use in a fight that requires agility these days.”

“Of course,” Nathaniel groused under his breath. He fingered the pouch at his hip, wincing at the meager amount of copper he felt contained within. Sighing, he replied, “F-fine. I…I’ll d-do what I can, b-but I expect p-payment.”

Thomas nodded and pointed to a ramshackle posting board beside him. “Of course. Lord Joran Tremaind has posted a bounty for each wolf’s tail and murloc scalp brought to me.”

The poster in question had crude drawings of the mentioned creatures. It appeared as though the artist had been told to make them seem less dangerous than they really were. Likely a ruse to persuade ignorant adventurers into taking the bounty.

Nathaniel squinted at the sign, muttering under his breath. “W..Walf tayles… On-ay ‘c’ per tayle… Mer-loke… T-wah ‘c’ per scailp…” He scowled and turned back to Guard Thomas. “I d-dunno what this says.”

“You…you can’t read.” Thomas leveled him with a flat stare, eventually loosing a long suffering sigh when Nathaniel remained silent. “Lord Tremaind is offering one copper per wolf’s tail and two copper per murloc scalp. Simple enough, yeah?”

Images of the beasts flitted through Nathaniel’s mind. His scowl deepened. Years past, he’d seen many a person felled by such creatures.

“Not as simple as yeh think,” he growled, his sudden flash of annoyance overcoming his nerves. “These beasts are dangerous teh a single person, armed or not, an’ the good people of these parts need tha’ wood. Surely, the good Lord Treemanned can spare more coin than tha’?”

Guard Thomas crossed his arms and glared up at Nathaniel. “I’m afraid not, Rogue.” His eyes shifted to the sparsely filled pouch on Nathaniel’s hip. “Besides, something tells me you’ll take the coin Lord Tremaind is so kindly offering you.”

‘Crooks, the lot of ‘em,’ Nathaniel internally spat. ‘I need the coin an’ these people need the jobs. But… I could… Maybe they’ll run off if’n I spook enough of ‘em?’

“Fine,” he spat with a feral growl. “I’ll help, but only ‘cause these people need help, somethin’ you lot seem teh be willin’ teh ignore.”

“Off you trot then,” Thomas replied with a sneer as Nathaniel turned and stalked toward the logging camp. “Don’t get killed out there, Rogue!”

Nathaniel ignored the jibe and stomped his way through the camp. Men and women covered in dusty, thread-bare clothing sat upon the ground, looking up at him as he passed. Their weary, lined faces spoke of poor nutrition. They’d been out of work for some time, it seemed.

“Filthy crooks,” he spat, wincing as the despondent people shrunk away from his wrath.

Stopping, he looked back at the small crowd that’d gathered. Five of them in total. They hid from him behind some of the milling equipment, hesitant yet hopeful expressions painted on their faces.

Nathaniel sighed and approached them. He untied the pouch at his hip and fished out a handful of copper. “For f-food,” he muttered. He shook his hand to make the coins jingle. “Take it.”

Only one seemed desperate enough to approach him. The dust-covered man gave a hesitant smile, took the handful of copper, and darted off with a stuttered, “Thanks.”

A series of snarls, yips and feral growls drew his attention to the north of the camp. A lone guard stopped his patrol and drew his sword but made no attempt to approach the noise’s source.

‘Wolves.’

Nathaniel jogged past the guard before sinking into a crouch and sneaking up the small hill on the camp’s northern border. The beasts’ growls rumbled in his ears; Nathaniel reached a shaking hand to check the daggers at his hip and the small crossbow and quiver of bolts strapped to his back. He’d purchased the latter items before leaving Stormwind with the earnings he’d made in Northshire.

A large bush covered in yellow and red leaves crowned the hill’s crest. Nathaniel approached it, taking care not to make any noise as he nestled inside the foilage.

“There’s no honor in fightin’ a man from the shadows, boy,” Garviel’s growling voice echoed in his ears.

Carefully pulling his crossbow to his chest, Nathaniel set it atop a small branch to give himself an opening to see from.

‘Then it’s good I’m not fightin’ men.’ A rueful smile crossed Nathaniel’s face. Garviel had always despised the way rogues fought. He didn’t speak to Nathaniel for a fortnight after they’d learned he had a somewhat natural aptitude for the style.

Nathaniel shook the memories from his head and turned his eyes toward the noises’ source. A small pack of wolves snapped powerful, slavering jaws at one another. Three of them were fighting over a half-eaten rabbit.

Lean, with glowing amber eyes and matted gray fur, they circled one another, never far from their prize. The largest of them, longer than a man was tall, lunged and knocked the other two to the ground.

‘They’re starved.’ Nathaniel slowly nocked a bolt. ‘Nearly feral. They’ll go af’er the loggers before long.’

The two smaller wolves scampered off in search of other food but did not stray far from their alpha. The pack leader snarled, strings of meat quivering between its stained teeth, before it tore into what was left of the rabbit at its feet.

‘Now, while it’s distracted.’

Nathaniel took a deep breath, trying to still his shaking hands. He released the air in his lungs in a slow, measured exhale, aiming for the inner part of the wolf’s ear, the softest spot of the skull available to him. A quick, clean kill.

A gentle squeeze of the crossbow’s trigger mechanism saw the bolt whistle through the air. A soft thud and a pained yelp pierced the air as the bolt struck the wolf’s neck. Nathaniel watched as the pack leader collapsed to the ground, staining the grass in its struggles.

It stilled as the other two wolves approached, growling low as they sniffed the air. Their hackles raised. Amber eyes, filled with primal fury, locked onto Nathaniel’s hiding spot.

Nathaniel’s shaking hand reached for his quiver. Fumbling fingers rattled the bolts. He grasped one and pulled, but it slipped from his fingers. The wolves stalked toward him.

Thirty meters.

He reached for another bolt. It snagged in the bush’s limbs.

Nathaniel’s heart pounded in his ears like a drum.

Twenty meters.

The wolves’ ears flattened against their skulls.

Ten meters.

Another bolt dropped to the forest floor.

Nathaniel cursed and threw the crossbow at the wolves, diving from his cover. The wolves split apart and the crossbow clattered to the ground. Reaching down, Nathaniel drew his daggers and ran, flattening himself against a nearby tree.

Rumbling growls sounded from behind the trees. He felt them in his chest. Nathaniel swallowed and looked down. His daggers, basic yet functional, gleamed in the moonlight.

Leaping to his right, Nathaniel twisted to face the smaller of the two remaining wolves. Thankfully, the other was left behind the tree in their attempts to flank his sides.

Long trails of glittering saliva splashed to the ground as the wolf snapped at the air between them. It crouched, amber eyes glowing like a demon’s. Nathaniel mirrored the animal and held his daggers out in front of him.

The beast lunged. It surged toward him, sharp claws slicing the air. Nathaniel’s eyes widened. Its claws bit into the chest of his leather armor and his back struck the ground.

Air fled his lungs in a pained gasp. Stars flashed through his vision and Nathaniel brought his daggers up. Matted fur slid over his gauntlets. Snapping teeth filled what remained of his vision. Hot, rancid breath stung his nostrils.

The wolf used a paw to bat one of his daggers aside and lunged. Nathaniel screamed, fear pumping through his veins like molten lead, and grasped his remaining dagger with both hands. He closed his eyes and drove the blade up.

A heavy weight flopped atop him. Rattling breaths escaped his mouth with faint wheezes. Pain bloomed in his ribs.

‘Broken.’

Nathaniel opened his eyes. Dull amber stared back at him. Pushing the dead wolf off him, Nathaniel rose to his feet and surveyed the area.

A small trail of dust extended out toward the west. The remaining wolf had fled, survival instincts winning out over its hunger. Nathaniel gathered his lost dagger and crossbow, fixing them back to their respective places, before pulling a poorly drawn map out of his small pack.

‘The murlocs’ll soon be emboldened with the wolves gone.’ He squinted, holding the map to be better seen beneath the full moon. ‘They still ‘ave teh be dealt with.’

Pushing the pain from his mind, Nathaniel’s eyes scanned the map, finally locating a nearby lake. ‘That’s where they’ll be.’

Nathaniel gathered the two wolves’ tails and stuffed them in his pack alongside his map before sneaking toward the lake further north. The smell of rotten fish carrying on the breeze stung his nostrils. Guttural, gurgling grunts pierced the otherwise tranquil night air.

‘I’m downwind.’ Nathaniel put his back against a tree, ensured he was within its shadow and drew his crossbow. ‘They won’ be able teh sniff me out, but they do haf good night vision. I’ll haf’ta be careful.’

Waves from the nearby lake lapped at the shore. It was a stark contrast to the barbaric din the murlocs created. Nathaniel pulled back the drawstring of his crossbow and nocked a bolt before poking his head around the tree.

Pale beams of light colored the small clearing in front of him in washes of black, gray and white. Around ten of the foul creatures were milling about their ramshackle village in loose groups of two to three. Most were armed with crude spears or bladed weapons of poor workmanship.

‘Create a distraction. Divide n’ conquer, jus’ like Garviel said.’

Nathaniel brought his crossbow up, resting it against the tree for stability. He squinted and placed his sights on the head of a murloc in the center of the village.

He pulled the trigger at the tail end of a long exhale. The bolt zipped through the air, landing with a thud in the creature’s belly. A more noisy death than he'd hoped for.

He pulled back behind the tree as the murlocs whipped themselves up into a frenzy and crept away into some tall grass.

They'd check his last location before long.

Creeping around the clearing as slow as he could, it took Nathaniel several minutes to find a spot just behind the crest of a small hill at the opposite end of the clearing.

Nathaniel watched the murlocs for a few minutes. They were on high alert, spreading patrolling sentries out along their perimeter. Their fish-like heads swiveled with cloudy eyes penetrating the dark.

Another bolt sliced through the air toward a murloc who'd strayed too far from the group. Nathaniel's eyes widened as the bolt sailed over its head and landed in the lake with a loud splash.

The murloc twisted around, screaming and pointing a gnarled finger at him. The rest answered in kind and began to charge him.

He ran, feet pounding against the grass and dirt. His heart hammered in his ears. His body felt as if it were on fire despite the cool of the night.

A spear thudded into the ground next to him, its dark brown shaft vibrating with a deep thrum. The near miss urged Nathaniel to run faster. His heart jumped in his throat as he crested another hill and saw the village through the treeline.

The lone guard stared at him in confusion. His eyes widened in shock and fear when he caught sight of the mob of angry murlocs.

Nathaniel turned, dread filling him as a spear cut through the air and plunged into his calf with a sickening squelch. He crashed into the ground with a pained scream.

‘I’m dead.’

He closed his eyes, regret filling him. He’d let his mentor down. He’d let himself down. They were nearly atop him. He’d be consumed by the monsters and the townsfolk would be slaughtered due to his carelessness.

Something large crashed in front of him and a sharp chill filled the air. Pained, gurgling screeches filled the air.

Nathaniel opened his eyes. A gnomish mage in a frightening set of cloth armor stood amongst the murlocs. Thick sheets of frost covered her body. Her raised hands glowed, calling spears of ice from the sky.

Within seconds the murlocs lay dead in a circle around her feet. She glanced over at him with a disapproving look.

“You shouldn’t have tried this alone,” she commented with a droll tone. “You’re lucky I happened to be flying over or you’d be dead because of your own inexperience.”

Nathaniel’s sweat-soaked head flopped back into the grass. The stars above twinkled. “I couldn’ jus’ leave the villagers teh their fate.”

The mage gave a small hum in reply and strode over to him. “Noble,” she muttered, “but stupid.” Her critical green eyes swept over his prone form. She tilted her head toward the spear protruding from his calf. It’d gone through his shin. “You know you’re going to have to go back to Stormwind to get that looked at. You’ll be lucky to keep the leg.”

“I-I know.” Nathaniel slammed his eyes shut and grit his teeth against the pain. His adrenaline was fading. “D-damned guards w-weren’ doin’ nothin’ teh h-help.”

A faint tearing sound forced his eyes open. The mage held up a ragged bundle of linen cloth. “A tourniquet to help stop the bleeding and hopefully stop any infection from spreading too far. This is going to hurt.”

Nathaniel closed his eyes again and nodded his head. “Th-thank you, M-Miss…”

“Trixie.” The gnome’s small hands looped beneath his leg. “My name is Trixie. And your’s?”

“N-Nathaniel,” he ground out as Trixie cinched the linen tight around his leg. “O-odd name, Trixie.”

“And you have an odd accent for a human,” she shot back. Trixie backed away and sat atop her calves. “You sound like a dwarf, but… more feral, almost?”

He sighed, his eyes darting toward the sound of pounding feet and huffing breaths. A young sandy-blond man with a flushed face and round cheeks was running toward them.

“Sorry,” Nathaniel blurted. “I-I have a h-habit of puttin’ my foot in my’ mouth.”

Trixie shrugged her shoulders and stood. She dusted her robes off and smiled down at him. “Looks like you’re going to get the help you need, so I’ll be off. Try not to get yourself killed next time, Nathaniel. I might not be around to save you.”

“Sir! Sir!” The young man skidded to a halt in front of Nathaniel and doubled over, wheezing. “Are you alright?”

Nathaniel craned his neck to look up at the boy. He couldn’t be older than fourteen. “I’ll be fine once I find a way teh get teh Stormwind.”

“I can help you with that!” The boy smiled down at him, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “I’m the stable boy ‘round here. I’ll get you a horse and carriage and take you there.”

“‘Fraid I c-can’ afford that.” Nathaniel shook his head, drumming his fingers against the ground. “I’ll have teh crawl back at this point.”

The boy stamped his foot. “I’m gonna help you, sir. You drove the wolves off and tried to help with the murlocs when the guards wouldn’t do nothin’. You’re a hero and won’t be payin’ for nothin’.”

“I’m no h-hero, boy.” Nathaniel’s cheeks flooded with warmth. “The r-real hero’s…” He cast a look around but Trixie was nowhere to be found. “...isn’ here.”

“It’s no matter.” The boy shrugged. “I’m gonna help you like you helped us. Just stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Nathaniel groaned and laid his face in the dirt, relishing the cold chill that’d settled over his body.

“‘Least I’m alive. Thanks for watchin’ over me, Garviel.”

Making a character based off my current DnD sorcerer, who has a very young dragon who tags along with them. She saved the poor thing from freezing in a tundra, and it has followed her ever since. Can easily just slot in Northrend for that, but that's not the issue.

Having a cat or other 'buddy' hanging around would be easy, but whelps are sentient and people too. Would love to make it work, but the idea of having a sentient being following me, but staying silent the entire time, would be offputting. Could I justify this at all?

I want to fill my "Last name" and "Title" lines in TRP for my draenei mage, but can't remember anything fitting. Night elves for example have pretty simple last names, like "Stormrage" or "Shadowsong", but the draenei seem not to have it.

Maybe somebody knows any good examples of a fitting last name for a draenei ? Same for the title, but it's much easier there, because it can be like "Vindicator, Prophet, Auchenai" and others.

Any help is much appreciated :)

Upd: Thanks everyone ! Now i have some ideas, just need to work a bit on them.

Hio, I'm thinking of changing my character's OOC and IC name if/when I return to roleplaying (been in a bit of writers block for about 2 years). I'm kind of picky about character names. I despise using diacriticals (aka "special characters") and I'd prefer if I can have an OOC character name that is just one word. Feels like all the good names on Moon Guard are taken because of how large the server is. (blizz please let us have a space in our name like SWTOR or FF14 pretty please?). Anyway, how cringe would it be to have a character like [Name] Jenkins? Is it too silly? On the nose? I struggle with coming up with names I like. I've considered using a family name but I kinda don't wanna do that for security's sake.

Hey lads,

I’m a new RPer and I’ve had a blast creating my backstory, grinding for outfits going around making my own little missions to improve my Monk flair but when it comes to actually roleplaying…

I don’t know, it feels stiff maybe a bit forced ? I suddenly feel like I’m too serious or not enough this or that.

Is it because I’m a rookie, is that how it felt for you too at first ?

Before I begin, I’d like to thank everyone for the amazing response I received on my last post. It meant a lot to me, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading all your responses! It inspired me to keep something of a log, a series of short stories, for Nathaniel’s adventures in Azeroth on here for all of you to read and enjoy (hopefully).

This will be done IC in third person and will be inspired by actual in-game events, with a bit of fluff put in due to the game’s limitations.

This is all based on my in-game character's perception and how he interacts/sees the world/NPCs/in-game characters around him. If you haven’t seen my last post, please check it out for a bit of his backstory. Names of player characters will be changed for anonymity. Some things/interactions will be changed slightly to keep it a bit shorter. Writing is one of my hobbies, so I hope you enjoy!

If there is interest for more of this I will continue this. If not, I may keep it up and just keep it for myself as a type of journal.

Adventurer’s Log, Day 2

Stormwind, Eastern Kingdoms, Azeroth

Nathaniel Garrow, The Wanderer

Nathaniel woke atop a comfortable bed in the Gilded Rose Inn in Stormwind. Rising with a yawn and a quick stretch, he plodded down the stairs and shot a parting wave to the inn keep. As he slinked through the crowded common area, he shot a look back at the stairs.

‘This’ll prob’ly be the last bit o’ comfort I’ll haf for some time,’ he realized. An excited grin crept up his face.

He stepped out into Stormwind’s Trade District, breathing in the crisp evening air. Brown, yellow and red leaves from the trees in the Mage District fluttered through the air. They fell in arcs, whooshing and wrapping around the swirl of bodies darting about the courtyard.

Voices flowed and cracked through the air as nobles, peasants, adventurers and laborers vied for various merchants’ attention. A shiver ran up Nathaniel’s spine and he slunk into the shadows.

“So many people,” he murmured. “Dunno how they ever got used to this.”

A longing pang shot through his heart. Ghosts of laughter and the clang of swords rang in his ears. He shook his head and darted through the edges of the district, his eyes scanning the crowd. All seemed peaceful in Stormwind, so long as one could ignore the Headless Horseman’s insane rambling. Nathaniel wound through the spider’s web of streets and bridges, making his way toward the small park just north of the Cathedral District.

Stopping just shy of the park, he hid behind a tree and scanned the small gatherings relaxing and taking advantage of the crisp yet comfortable evening.

Groups of traveling companions turned their gazes toward him. Most muttered amongst themselves, wondering if he was a crook of some sort. Some even suggested he was a voyeur.

Nathaniel grimaced in distaste, the thought of interacting with them filling him with more dread than facing down a feral worgen. He cursed his overly shy, bumbling nature.

A product of being alone for so long.

Choosing to ignore them, Nathaniel continued his search. He stood stock still for several minutes as the sun sank behind the sleek buildings of the Mage District. His eyes darted about, his initial hope all but fleeing from him.

“Gehdt isn't here today.” Nathaniel pushed off from the trees and turned back toward the Cathedral District. “Guess I'll haf teh set off alone, then.”

His shoulders sagged and Nathaniel took off at a brisk jog. He moved around the swarm of bodies navigating the streets.

“Slow down!” they yelled at him.

Guards muttered about his uncouth behavior and shot him heated glowers.

He ignored them. Wind tousled his untamed, wild hair. Nathaniel allowed his eyes to close for a moment to enjoy the feeling of the breeze against his cheeks. His leather armor creaked and groaned with every movement. The dull roar of Stormwind’s citizenry fell to the wayside.

The feeling of absolute freedom. A thrill shot up his spine and he reveled in it.

A loud gasp drew his attention and Nathaniel’s eyes shot open. Wide, bloodshot eyes, set behind spectacles, surrounded by a white and brown furred face filled his vision. The sound of fluttering paper and loud, heavy thunks drummed in his ears.

Nathaniel jumped to the frightened Pandaren’s side, a move he'd long refined to perfection since the days he'd sparred with his mentor, Garviel.

The move had been masterful, a combination of years of training and his natural agility as a rogue. Nothing could touch him. He smiled, enjoying the brief shock of surprise crossing the Pandaren's face.

At least, until the cobblestone had its say. His toes caught the uneven edge of a stone and Nathaniel's heart leapt into his throat as the ground rose to meet him.

Nathaniel threw his hands out. Wind surged in his ears, nearly drowning out his heart's deep, resonant thumps.

And he crashed into the cold, unforgiving ground. A dull burning sensation spread over his palms and in his cheeks.

“Stupid,” he muttered. Nathaniel balled a fist and gave the stone beneath him a light rap.

“Are…” A quiet, heavily accented voice broke the street’s sudden quiet before trailing off. The Pandaren, he assumed. “Are you okay?”

Nathaniel clenched his fists to the point of shaking and closed his eyes. ‘Just go away,’ he thought. ‘Please.’

Embarrassment and anxiety flooded his veins. Nathaniel's ears picked up the sound of chuckles a short way off. Cursing under his breath, he stumbled to his feet and turned around. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to run, to escape the throng surrounding him and disappear.

Those same nerves rooted him to the spot he stood.

“Your hands,” the Pandaren whispered. She shot a short, quick glare at a gaggle of giggling scholars before turning back to him. Her large, green eyes shone with concern. Her gaze shamed him.

“They're bleeding,” she continued, eyeing the daggers at his hips. She unshouldered a pack and set it on the ground before beginning to rummage through it. “Hold there. I have some bandages in here somewhere. Can't say I've ever seen a clumsy rogue before, but I keep some medical supplies ready for paper cuts and such.” She chuckled. “A hazard of the profession, you see.”

Whispers hidden behind hands and mocking laughter filled his ears like low, rumbling thunder. His cheeks felt as if a shaman’s fire elemental had set them aflame.

“I-I have teh l-leave.” Nathaniel's body jerked of its own accord and he ran. Shame filled his stomach. Bile stung his throat. “S-sorry!” he called over his shoulder.

Nathaniel sprinted, thoughts of grand adventure replaced with sheet terror. He'd never been comfortable with social interactions. Years spent in the wilderness with his mentor, or in complete isolation, had seen to that.

Feet leading him, Nathaniel quickly lost track of where he was. The crowd blurred around him, their shouts muffled among a cloud of static noise.

A deep, humming ring vibrated through his body and he stopped. Looking up, Nathaniel stared at the looming structures of the Stormwind Cathedral.

‘The evenin’ service’ll be startin’ soon.’ Nathaniel shoved his shaking hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders to adjust his pack. ‘May as well pay my respects one last time before I head out. Dunno when I’ll get the chance again.”

Forcing thoughts of his previous encounter from his mind, Nathaniel climbed the cathedral’s stairs at a sedate pace. As if by magic, the city’s noise quieted to a faint whisper as he crossed the building’s threshold.

The murmured prayers of priests and acolytes buzzed in his ears. Faint ringing from the steeple’s bell sent a pleasant vibration through the stone floor. Nathaniel sighed in relief, the quiet of the place calming his frayed nerves.

He approached the lone altar at the rear of the large, columned room, stopping to stare at it for a few moments. During his time alone, Nathaniel had only come across a few small sites of Light worship. Garviel, for reasons unknown to Nathaniel, avoided these places like the plague.

“Do you require assistant, Child?” a rasping voice asked from behind Nathaniel.

Looking over his shoulder, Nathaniel assessed the old priest. The stooped man stood, as if uncertain of the chapel’s newest visitor, bedecked in pristine white robes. A thick tome with looping gold lettering, held between white, wrinkled fingers, threatened to slip from the priest’s grasp.

Nathaniel shook his head. “Not today, sir. I’m here to offer a prayer for a dear friend.”

“Very well.” The priest nodded, his eyes flicking between Nathaniel’s blood-dried hands and the daggers strapped to his hips. “If you need any… assistance, please seek me out.”

The priest hobbled off, occasionally shooting Nathaniel suspicious glances from over his shoulder.

Dirty brown locks filled Nathaniel’s vision as he turned back, his head down, and kneeled before the altar. A few others had come to offer their prayers. He ignored their devout mutters and closed his eyes.

“Gods,” he began. “Whoever you are… Garviel never bothered to tell me your names. I ask that you pass a message on teh 'im for me. Tell 'im that I’m keepin’ my promise teh 'im. I’m settin’ off on my own for now. Hopefully, I’ll find some friends teh come with me soon. I haven’ forgotten 'is lessons. I’m gonna see the world and help who I can.”

His lips twitched up in a wry grin. “But that don’ mean I’m gonna be some goody-two-shoes. A man’s gotta eat and pay for ‘is armor, af’er all.” Nathaniel’s grin turned to a grimace, his next words choked. “Tell ‘im I miss ‘im, the rotten bastard. Tell ‘im… tell ‘im I’ma make ‘im proud… That I’ll find some friends worthy of ‘im. And could you watch over ‘im for me? If I know ‘im, and I do, he’ll be tryin’ teh fight everyone up there and prove he’s the best. Erm… Thanks, I guess.”

Nathaniel rose to his feet, an invisible weight sliding off his shoulders. A few others had come to pray before the evening service without Nathaniel having been aware of it. Minding himself, he slid between them and treaded lightly toward the exit.

A slight scratching note reached his ears and he stopped. Nathaniel peered to his left and saw a female night elf sitting and leaning against a pillar in the middle of the chamber. A hazy flock of light blue butterflies fluttered about her purple hair. She sat, dressed in a simple cream and blue dress, reading from a large book.

Her thick, purple eyebrows were scrunched in concentration and her dark lips moved in complete silence as she read. Thick bandages covered her arms and the left side of her face.

Nathaniel turned, intent on leaving the chapel, when Garviel’s voice intruded into his mind, “Remember, Little Nathaniel,” his voice rumbled, “to always help those in need. Don’t expect nothing in return. You never know what’ll happen.”

Growling low and body trembling with nerves, Nathaniel turned back toward the woman.

“E-excuse me,” he stuttered. Nathaniel’s fingers picked at a loose thread on his cuirass. “D-do y-you need any h-help?”

The night elf sat, her silent lips still moving. The butterflies’ fluttering intensified for a moment in a violent flurry, their wings as quiet as the object of their attention. She turned a page, her eyes moved quick as lightning, as if attempting to devour the words written on the book’s pages.

Nathaniel cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together. The slight sting that shot through his palms did little to allay his nerves.

Jumping, the woman’s wide eyes shot to his. “Oh!” She placed a hand over her chest. “You startled me!”

“Sorry,” Nathaniel muttered, his eyes falling to his feet. “Didn’ m-mean teh. I…I’ll jus leave y-you al-alone.”

Setting the book down, the woman shook her head. “You are not bothering me.” Her glowing, inquisitive eyes roamed over him and Nathaniel felt as if she knew everything about him with that one glance. “Did you need something?”

Nathaniel shifted his stare to a point just over her head and gestured at her bandages. “You’re h-hurt.” He squinted in frustration, willing his pounding heart to slow down. “D-do y-you need he-help?”

“No.” She looked down at the fresh linen adorning her arms. “The world is a dangerous place, but the people here are taking good care of me.”

“Good.” Nathaniel nodded. “I’m glad. I’d better be o-off then. S-sorry for botherin’ you.”

Reaching out, the night elf grabbed the hem of Nathaniel’s cloak, stopping him in his tracks. He turned and looked down at the woman. A soft, grateful smile graced her face. Nathaniel attempted to return the smile but feared it came across as more of a grimace.

“Please,” she whispered. Her eyes slowly roved over the gathering, reverent crowd. “Stay. You are not bothering me and I would be glad for the company.”

She released his cloak. Nathaniel continued to stare at her, his mind racing. After a few moments he nodded and sat down in front of her.

“So…” Nathaniel rubbed a hand through his already disheveled hair before gesturing toward the large tome now resting in her lap. “W-what’re you readin’? I can’ read very well, so I dunno the title.”

They talked for some time, the night elf, Ariandara, and Nathaniel. She spoke of the arcane, “magic” as he knew it; and Nathaniel, of his desire to see the world. Ariandara expressed her thankfulness that her family and friends had escaped the destruction of her home and the priests’ willingness to take them in for a time. Nathaniel, with no family to speak of, kept his story vague, a faraway look in his eyes, images of fire and the sound of cracking rock filling his mind.

That simple conversation, in a thrumming city where he was merely one amongst thousands, had allayed his fears, his worries. Her care for him was not obvious, as was the way with some night elves, long-lived as they were, but she’d stopped him. She’d taken time to speak with him and comfort him in a way that she may not have even been aware of.

Eventually, night fell, and the masses had gathered for the evening service. Their time was at an end, at least for now. And, even though Nathaniel had not gained a companion for his travels, his spirits were lifted.

For there was still good in this torn and shattered world.

One only needed to search for it to find it.

Hello everyone classic player here:) im not a creative person but id like to write stuff about my character regulary during his journey and not just background. Is writing a journal can be fun? Any other ideas

My first day in Moon Guard

So, I've thought about doing RP for years and always dismissed it as not being for me. Today, I watched the documentary about Ibelin and it inspired me to dip my toes in the water without really expecting much.

So I downloaded the add-ons, made a character, and made my characters backstory. It's a take on a chaotic-neutral, yet kind-hearted, rogue who was raised mostly by a travelling warrior but ended up living most of his life alone in the jungle and desert. He traveled without aim until he met an adventurer and decided to honor his mentor by becoming an adventurer and helping people (and himself, he is a rogue, after all).

So I started my journey in Northshire just to get some armor and a handful of levels. There wasn't really any RP there as everyone was rushing to get through the zone. But I had downloaded the immersion mod. I noticed that I was reading the quest text for the first time in over 10 years. And the crazy part is, I actually cared about it! An area I've ran through dozens of times without a second thought.

The world started to come alive and I was seeing it for the first time through new eyes. I wasn't just some guy behind a computer, I was Nathaniel and it was his/my first time really seeing this far into Elwyn Forest.

So I ventured to Goldshire to start questing like I normally do (and trying to ignore the things going on in the inn), and I thought to myself, "I'm here to RP. What am I doing? I should make my own quest."

So I went outside and thought about who to talk to, but there wasn't any actual RP going on besides gambling and people "secluding" themselves for some... extracurriculars.

To Stormwind it was at level 7. And let me tell you, while the actual RP in some places was minimal, the city felt real. People were interacting. There were people RP'ing as NPCs. I spent an hour just running around and seeing Stormwind for what felt like the first time. I was entranced.

I wanted to talk to someone, but I didn't quite know how to approach them. Would I make some kind of RP faux pax and feel like an idiot? I guess it's a good thing I was RP'ing someone who is shy (raised in the woods and all that).

Then, remembering my quest I went to the cathedral and offered a quick prayer to my mentor, Garviel. On my way out a female NE DH followed me out. We had an unrelated conversation and she asked me to show her around Stormwind as it was her first time there.

Now that was an interesting conundrum. I know Stormwind like the back of my hand, but it was my character's first time there. So I pretended to know nothing and wondered around aimlessly for 30 minutes while I talked to her. It was fun. I almost got her to open up about her time fighting the Legion, but she had to leave for a raid.

This was a bit of a chink in the next part of my self-imposed quest as I had hoped to spend some time and get to the point where my character would open up to her and request her help.

So I spent the next hour walking around Stormwind, asking people if they knew where I could buy incense or just observing. All the while I was RP'ing as a stuttering mess. Most people were extremely kind, some a tad confrontational (all within the RP as I was observing group behavior in some of the inns), but all of them were new to the city and couldn't help me. Sure, I could have just Googled the answer, but my lack of IRL knowledge was my character's lack as well.

So I kept going on and that's when I found G (shortened for anonymity), a level 17 Dracthyr warrior just standing in a random spot in SW. I had noticed him there on my passes several times over the last couple of hours so I approached him.

I asked him if he knew where I could get incense. Without asking any questions he pulled out his brutosaur and told me to check the AH.

Now, I started this character fresh as part of my RP. No transmogs, no transferred gold, only the flying griffin mount I already have (and will use once I can). Come to find out the incense was two gold. I only had forty silver.

I told him thank you for his help and that I would have to get it later. G gave me 500g no questions asked.

So I stuck around to talk to him because he invested in ME, someone he'd just met. Turns out he's been sitting in that spot in SW for weeks and I'm the first person who's spoken to him (he RPs a shy person too).

G and I talked for well over an hour about our characters' pasts and our wants going forward. He played as a character who was interested in learning about other races so I obliged and pretended I knew nothing of the Dracthyr and only a bit about the Dragon Isles. We spoke of our homes, our pasts, philosophies on life.

I ended up telling him about my character's mentor. I was so into this that I felt like I was Nathaniel at that moment. I told him about my quest to go to Stranglethorn Vale and light incense at the last place I'd seen my mentor. It was something deeply personal to my character and he played his character so well, even as I stumbled with mine.

So I invited him to join me on my journey to Stranglethorn and he agreed. I told him that, sadly, it would have to wait until I was level 61 due to the item's level requirement. So we added each other on our friends list and now I have a self-made quest I'm really looking forward to.

All-in-all, this little experiment really surprised me. I got into it way quicker than I thought I would have. It shouldn't have surprised me... I love a good story.

But it did. It really did. This is the first time I've actively sought people out to talk to in game for the first time since I started playing in Wrath. It's the most fun I've had since then, too. Back in the days where me and my guild leader would just sit, fish, and talk off the coast of Dark shore as I was down sick with mono. I can't remember the last time the game made me feel like this, where I was in control of my own adventure instead of checking things off a list or mog/mount farming because I had nothing better to do.

I. Had. Fun. In. Azeroth.

Also, as an aside, I ran into Ibelin's in game memorial without knowing it was even there. I stopped and paid my respect with a couple of other players, killed a murloc that dared to try and defile it.

If you want to pay it a visit, it's on the first little island in the lake next to Goldshire. You can't miss it.

I did this whole venture only for a few hours, expecting nothing, and got a lot of return on my investment.

If you are seeing this and thinking about getting into RP in WoW, I can't recommend it enough. Take the dive! You may not have the experience I had, but you'll never know until you try it.

Til next time fellow adventurers!

May the Light bless you,

Nathaniel Garrow

Hey guys! I admit this one seems a little extra but I have a character story from before Dracthyr were a thing and I want to move the story into my Dracthyr with very little friction. Here's my idea...

My Dracthyr exists now, and through the events of the Worldsoul Saga learns Bronze magic from the flight. He has a growing and obsessive yearning to see the world he missed out on while frozen, so he uses his new powers to send himself back to Classic Era.(small and unobtrusive hopefully), and lives his life as a "half-elf" in visage form until his death In BFA. Before he died, he stores his Classic to BFA memories ONLY in a memory gem for his best friend to keep.

Then his actual self awakens in Dragonflight, friend finds him in Valdrakken one day and uses the memory gem to restore his memory. Now he continues as the person he was prior without needing to look back.

Or...

Is there any possibility of a Dracthyr escaping in the small time between the Oathbinder breaking and the Dracthyr exile?

Just don't wanna throw worked on Lore away but dracthyr is the race I want for him!

Thanks so much! Let me know your thoughts. Don't wanna bring some Marysue Metagaming monster into RP.

When i first moved over to Moon-Guard I loved seeing everyone's TRP profiles. Some of them didn't even seem possible with how the addon is structured, and honestly I'm still amazed at them.

So I was thinking, and I'd love to see the profiles the folks here have set up! Bio pages, custom sliders, your perfectly coordinated "at a glance" icons, anything you'd like to share!

I'm looking for any lore on the astral side of druidism since it's normally portrayed with the nature/life aspect in mind.

More specifically I'm trying to write a balance druid that is more aligned with their lunar energies.
(first post and real attempt at writing a character so any advice would be great!)

I'm a big fan of the dracthyr visage forms. At the moment I hate their dracthyr forms, simply because they don't allow seperate transmog. My belt / tabard tend to ruin the look of the dracthyr pretty badly.

Anyway.. dracthyr priests seem a little weird. So I considered roleplaying the dracthyr priest as a half-elf or elf of sort. I just don't know how people would react on it icly.

Thoughts?

A while ago I installed the Tongues add-on. Though I believe it was only active on 1 toon? Anyway, my problem is, the add-on seems to have left some sort of setting behind? I still see people chatting in public like:

[Common] ....

where the dots are some mumbo jumbo. I've already uninstalled Tongues. I tried deactivating all my add-ons. But neither works. I still see the 'obfuscated' dialog in public, which is pretty annoying.

Do I have to do something on my end to see 'normal' dialog in public again? Or is it purely something on other people's computers / add-ons? Since I'm on ArgentDawn EU.

As now we have other classes for dracs and im lvling a rogue, i’ll need some ideas of how a dracthyr would become one, a fitting group to find, join and get trained, on the alliance side, and not SI:7. Any ideas? Open for both good and shady traits

Hi there,

I wanted to ask how many spells an apprentice mage could have learned by the time she was 26. Background: She is from Dalaran and her father is a Kirin Tor mage who taught her some basic magic when she was young.

I would say 5-7 spells. All of them arcane. (I put her in the beginner-novice category. None of them are mastered).

Thank you very much for helping me once again.

Hey all. Wondering of anyone knows of a all troll rp guild to join. Always been a night elf but if there's any race I like on the horde it's troll. With all the xp buffs kind of want to give it a try. Let me know if you guys know any. Thanks all

https://warcraftdesertercomic.wordpress.com/2024/10/24/pages-91-100-end-of-book-1/

Hello again everyone! Updated release schedule, but the first 100 pages of DESERTER are out! Thank you all again for your monumental support, I hope to see you over in the Discord, and I am looking forward to immediately jumping head-first into Book 2 for the new bi-weekly update schedule!

So, from what I could understand, Nelf DKs seem pretty rare. I know blizz says everyone can be dk’s now yay yahoo ! But I’m wondering if there’s a way to make Nelf DKs make sense, because it’s the only race im interested in playing DK as. What would their story and purpose be ? Where can I start with building a character that also makes sense within the lore ?

(Class: Demon Hunter) (Race: Night Elf) (Gender: Any)

Hello! I’m currently searching for a roleplayer who is interested in writing some shared character background spanning back ~10,000 years into Azeroth’s history.

The roleplay would begin sometime in the aftermath of the War of the Ancients/Sundering arc of the Night Elves’ history, though I am also completely open to having some sort of connection between our characters established even before then–a time when Kalimdor was still whole, my character a mere priestess, and (y/c) unafflicted by demonic influence.

Post-Sundering:

When the War of the Ancients had concluded, many of the Sisters of Elune were called to serve a new order, the Watchers, in order to imprison the Betrayer and other individuals deemed as problematic threats to the wellbeing of society. Among these threats were other lone demon hunters and huntresses who had followed in similar footsteps to the Betrayer during the War. They acted on their own accord, as the Illidari banner was not yet formed, and the Watchers went out of their way to hunt and imprison them for the recklessness of bonding with the chaotic magics of demons. (Lore Example)

My character, Midrina, would have been sent in pursuit of your Demon Hunter/Huntress with the intent of subduing and imprisoning them. Whether or not Midrina was successful in her mission, however, is entirely up to you! In fact, I’d prefer it if her first few attempts as a fledgling Watcher were unsuccessful with (y/c) eluding her in the end in order to create multiple windows for dialogue to be exchanged and a true rivalry to be born. I’m particularly interested in seeing the opposing views of the two characters, a mindset of order versus ‘the end justifies the means’, and how their beliefs clash and evolve over time.

The Third War:

If (y/c) evades capture for long enough, I’d love for their relationship to gradually evolve into a bond, or some sense of understanding that they both seek to protect their people despite their conflicting methods. This potential bond or even friendship would then tragically be torn apart many years later during the Battle of Mt. Hyjal where Midrina finally meets her end.

The fallen Watcher would return years later as a ghost of her former self: a death knight. She who was so quick to condemn others as ‘monsters’ and threats to society has become one herself.

The Present:

I’d like for our characters to reconnect in the present, whether they stumble upon each other again by chance, or if one intentionally seeks the other. This could happen anytime between Legion and the Present! It would create a nice opportunity for our characters to see how their separate paths have changed them, with (y/c) being the Fel/Illidari, and Midrina being undeath/The Ebon Blade.

From her time spent as one of the ‘monsters’ of society who she had looked down upon, Midrina’s current view of (y/c) would certainly be more sympathetic.

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If you're interested in this plot, feel free to DM me here and we can discuss it further! I also have my character's TRP/information readily available to send over.

Thanks for reading! ♡

Given that Dracthyr get preist, is it safe to assume they are able to use the light??? I have an Idea for a Paladin Character, Using Warrior as a base cos, blizzard he like yeah, Nah... No paladins for you Dragon lovers(lol) kinda curious what others have made up so far, I play on Argent Dawn EU, and already have my Void preist Drac(getting bored of it)

Hey Wyrmrest RPers, whether you’re new, returning or have been on WrA since the beginning, we’re looking for you! Wyrmrest RP is a new Discord set up to promote Alliance, Horde and Neutral IC interaction. There are channels to post up your plots and missions, character sheets, RP requests, and screenshots of your RP sessions, as well as IC channels for popular RP hubs that you can use to expand on your in-game RP!

Right now, this is a work in progress - the emojis aren’t even fully set up! But it’s place where anyone from WrA will be able to go and find their way into RP. Please feel free to join, look around, post things and make suggestions. We would love to see you there!

https://discord.gg/6tdnWDwAEv

(Please note that this is a WrA based Discord for Alliance, Horde or Neutral characters, guilds and events on WrA. As such, we won’t be promoting cross-server guilds or from MG or other servers.)

hi!! basically, i adore the naga more than words could describe, and i'd really like to try to play a naga OC, but have some worries.

the biggest question i have, is did your character feel like they were the race they are meant to be? or did you wind up seeing them as the race you were forced to play them as?

secondly, how did you 'justify' the way your character looks? was their appearance just 'non-canon'? or where they disguised somehow?

the naga i'd be playing would be a mage, so illusion magic is not out of the question for her, but it's still a complicated thing to consider roleplaying a non-playable race

any help with this would be so so lovely!!

Hello, would need some tips on how to RP Vampyr.

What should I be aware of, what race should be a good pick for it etc

Thank you!

I have played off and on for a long time, but now mostly just doing solo legacy raids, PVP, dungeons. I do like RP too and I'd like to do some of that as well. I'd like to find a person or group to play with. Realm doesn't really matter or A/H, I can make a new character. I'm in the MST time zone, if that matters.

I've recently had some character development and want to bring in the Tyrant as the actual character but I can't for the life of me figure out if there is a way to do it. Any help would be very appreciated!

Hey there. Easy going person looking for more rp buddies, and an rp guild on MG. I roll with a couple friends, but am looking to expand. Haven’t rped much in the wild in several years so I may be a little rusty. I was an officer in an rp-pvp guild back in the day, and have been playing since just after launch. I’m a little shy with the walk-ups these days which is why I’m giving it a shot here. I mostly play Alliance but have some horde toons as well. Down for most themes including but not limited to adventure, dark, slice of life, romance, main quest line. I’m an adult so no minors please. My time zone is EST, and I’m mostly on evenings, occasionally mornings and afternoons early in the week. LGBTQIA+ friendly, if you’re not, please don’t bother responding. In general, not a fan of jerks. Also down for pvp, pve, and everything in between.