#Moon Guard Alliance

[marthawrites]

I'm back in my WoW era and I just wanna go home and PLAY!!!

[djwetcupcake]

Jade Ann Byrne as DJ Wet CupCake Reveling in the Spotify Podcasters 100 Play Award Powered by Eat My Cake Records

Jade Ann Byrne as DJ Wet CupCake Reveling in the Spotify Podcasters 100 Play Award Powered by Eat My Cake Records 420 AM KAKE Radio & Eat My Cake Records Los Angeles In the grand, weird, and wonderful world of DJ Wet CupCake, there’s always something wild on the airwaves. From Moon Guard’s chaotic Trade Chat to the deep and groovy basslines of Eat My Cake Records Los Angeles, the vibes have…

[eat-my-cake-records]

DJ Wet CupCake: The Beat-Master Narrating Azeroth’s Chaotic Trade Chat Live on KAKE 420 AM

KAKE 420 AM In an era where social media giants dominate the landscape, one voice rises from the cosmic wilderness of Azeroth’s Moon Guard to remind us of a time when Trade Chat was the most raw and authentic social platform on the internet. Enter DJ Wet CupCake, the emcee whose live shows on KAKE 420 AM blend avant-garde beats, quirky commentary, and the unfiltered madness of Moon Guard…

[laurenwalshart]

Hey

I have always wanted to rp and while I haven't been playing wow in a while it sounds really cool to dive further into the world that way? Would you have an idea on how one could could get into that? C:

Hi!

The Roleplay community in wow is definitely a hidden one so happy to share and help you get your footing!

Do you want to play Horde or Alliance? That choice may influence which server you will pick. Moon Guard is primarily Alliance, but it does have a small horde community. Wyrmrest Accord is the inverse with a big Horde community and smaller Alliance one. However now that guilds are cross server AND cross faction the barrier between these servers is starting to thin. Essentially you are really picking one server over the other for random chance world rp encounters and even there rpers have “anchor groups” for people to hop servers or phases and be in the same space for big events.

How do I find people to roleplay with? You can always walk through Stormwind or Orgrimmar on MG or WrA but the best way to get consistent rp is through guilds. Each guild is essentially a massive dnd group. Some are so big they basically have guilds within their guilds.

On top of guilds there is a massive network of discords that communities use to coordinate server wide events like the Tournament of Ages or Conquest on Moon Guard. Guilds will also advertise in these discords and open events usually advertise there as well!

You can also search the WoW forums of these servers for events and guilds to join.

Do I need addons? Yes! Addons are essential for rping. Three addons are a must Total Roleplay 3, emote splitter, and Listener/snooper.

Total Roleplay 3 or TRP is essentially a character sheet that players can mouse over you and read. You can describe your character, the way they sound, or act in glances, write a short bio, and more.

Emote Splitter - This addon with allow for you to write and post long emotes and it will split it up for you based on wow’s chat character limit.

Listener/Snooper - wow rp can be an overwhelming amount of text sometimes. This addon will ping you if someone says your name and will allow you to mouse over a character and see exactly what they said.

What lingo should I know?

OOC - out of character

IC - in character

(Text) - This is a comment being said oocly

Para - this player likes to write in descriptive paragraphs

Mirror - this player will mirror your style

Any other tips? Elune yes. Write your emotes on a google doc or something connected to the cloud. Crashes happen and you will lose an emote you spent 3 minutes writing in a flash.

/e - this creates that descriptive orange text. There is a range on this so if a player is out of range they may not see your emote. If you would like to remove your name from the descriptive text type “/e |”

Grab a bunch of elixir of tongues! They are always good to have on hand in case you run into an opposite faction player.

There’s a lot of toys and potions out there that do cool stuff! Keep your eyes open for them!

I hope this is helpful for you and others!!

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Discord Servers to start!

Moon Guard

Grand Alliance: https://discord.gg/t4keucKH

Stormwind Crown Association: https://discord.gg/ZZD9j3xj

Horde Vanguard: https://discord.gg/R4tkuAUT

Wrymrest Accord

Wrymrest Community Project: https://discord.gg/wrawcp

Other servers

A Druid Community ran by me: https://discord.gg/w3Q7chtM

[electricelunite]

Osonia and Natarius, done by No Glory.

[the-society-circle]

Murloc Polar Plunge! (December 8th @ 6PM RT/MG)

Come join Kalimeris Embersong, an Amateur Explorer as she leads an expedition through Grizzly Hills, where adventurers will plunge into the icy polar waters and explore the serene scenery and unique wildlife. When: Sunday, December 8th from 6-8pm RT/MG Where: Grizzly Hills, Northrend Who: All Races/Faction

OOC Explanation

This is a narrative RP event is based around the questline that leads to collecting the unique pet, Glimr. For those who already have the pet, you can still participate by following along with the RP prompts provide throughout the evening.

Feel free to sign up on The Society Circle Discord!

[thetirisfaltheatretroupe]

COMING OCTOBER 18th: The Tirisfal Theatre Troupe's Spooktabulous Double Feature at the Dance of the Dead!

The leaves are beginning to change, and the air is tingling with a certain chill... the time is soon approaching for yet another wonderous Hallow's End season! This is a special time of year for us. As many of you know, the Tirisfal Troupe first began performing in October of 2013, and thus it's been something of a tradition to celebrate our first performance annually around this time.

This year, we're joining the wonderful folks over at the Dance of the Dead on Friday, October 18th over at Caer Darrow! While we are still etching out the final details of our full schedule for that evening, we know at this moment that we will be putting on not one, but TWO major productions that evening for all to enjoy!

So please keep your eyes open for our coming announcement, where we give the full titles and schedules of our performances being produced for that joyous evening! And be sure to check out all the amazing things being planned by the Dance of the Dead committee - they are all working so hard this year to bring a delightful event, where something lurks in the shadows for EVERYONE to enjoy!

Stay tuned for more information soon!

[meaty-peaches]

Extra happy with how Iilena turned out - was without a computer for a bit but we're back on the art train.

[azeroth-times-newspaper]

Azeroth Times Team Meeting!

WoW OCs featured: Ithilios Autumnrayne, Lady GiGi, Brynzi Trix, Kalimeris Embersong, Fiske, and Aleron Grimm

Art by ingridandersen (YCH.commish)

[supergivertyrant]

niklos, maxen / slp, lady rose / sca, bimbas, selilithia, ignus, kairasa, thorave, skorge, alexandria, terez, merellia, adroby, gideon northgate, valerie hilegas, remona, anybody in first templar vindicaari, apocalypia, silver vanguard.

all trash.

[lythelle-bennington]

The Basics ––– –

Name: Lythelle Bennington

Alias: None

Age: 45

Birthday: October 1st

Race: Kul Tiran

Gender: Female

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Black

Eyes: Jeweled Ivy

Height: 5′7"

Build: Slim

Distinguishing Marks: Her eyes, an enchanting shade of ivy, held depths as mysterious as the Drustvar pines.They seemed to shimmer with an inner light, a verdant glow that contrasted strikingly with the inky blackness of her hair. This raven-hued cascade framed her face, each strand a polished obsidian thread, reflecting the world in a myriad of dark, shimmering reflections.

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: Ears.

Common Accessories: The necklace was a constant, a skeletal framework of ancient silver that clung to her collarbone like a shadow. Its allure lay not in the metal, however, but in the living jewels that adorned it. Each stone was a chameleon, shifting and changing with the whim of its wearer. With each change of dress, the void erupted into a dazzling display, mirroring the hues and textures of her ensemble.

Personal Information––– –

Profession: Investor

Hobbies: Reading, Traveling

Languages: Common

Residence: Stormwind

Birthplace: Drustvar

Religion: None

Patron Deity: None

Fears: Losing control

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Single / None.

Children: None.

Parents: Lord Malachi Bennington & Lady Leandra Bennington.

Siblings: Morwen Bennington (Older Brother, alive).

Other Relatives: None.

Pets: None.

Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch

Love Language: Acts of Devotion

Relationship Tendencies: Prefers "pets", goveling, doting

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Ocassionally.

Drugs: Never.

Alcohol: Frequently.

RP Hooks ––– –

Heartsbane Coven:

Lythelle was more than just a beautiful face. There was an aura of mystery that clung to her like a shroud. Rumors whispered of her wealth, a fortune amassed with a speed and ease that defied explanation. Some said she was a pirate queen, others a smuggler, and still others a ruthless businesswoman. But none of these theories could fully explain the extent of her riches.

As her wealth grew, so too did the whispers. Darker tales began to circulate, painting Lythelle as something more sinister. It was said that she was a witch, a member of the infamous Heartsbane Coven. Tales of dark rituals and forbidden magic were whispered in hushed tones, and Lythelle’s emerald eyes took on a sinister glow in the minds of the superstitious.

Perhaps there was merit to their claims. Perhaps there wasn't.

[heartpiercer]

LFC - Marsira Ith’valin

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Marsira Elayne Ith’valin

NICKNAME(S): Mar, Mars, Marsi

TITLE(S): The Heartpiercer, of the Unseen Path

AGE: 182

DATE OF BIRTH: June 27th

RACE: Quel’dorei

GENDER: Female, cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She/Her

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single, never married.

PROFESSION(S): Mercenary, sharpshooter, dragonrider, ranger of the Unseen Path. Former Farstrider (Captain), Ex-SI:7 (Director)

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Common, Draconic, Sign

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Crimson red, wavy, shoulder blade length

EYES: Deep blue

HEIGHT: 5’10”

BUILD: Mesomorphic; muscular and athletic. Archer’s build.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A jagged scar that darts by the corner of her right eye and stops just below her left cheekbone

An odd fern-like scar on her left bicep that stretches down her arm.

Freckles dotted across her cheeks.

Green, dragon-like tattoos on her arms and torso.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

A lip ring, center of bottom lip.

A tongue piercing

Dagger, heart and playing card earrings.

「 personality & traits 」

Reserved even on the best of days, Marsira is more often a quiet observer than she is an engager in conversation. She's a decent conversationalist when spoken to, piercing the person in question with her bright blue eyes all the while. There is a certain kindness there, shrouded from the world at large in the shadowy fog of snark and sarcasm; kept safe from those who would use and abuse it.

Despite her quietness, there's an overwhelming aura of confidence and power about her. She's blunt, and by her own admission is easily annoyed by those who prevaricate or don't speak their mind. She does have her moments of frustration that can turn into fiery outbursts, but it is not a common occurrence.

Want to know more? Interact or RP!

「personal information 」

HOBBIES: Whittling, blacksmithing, drawing, reading

SKILL(S): Archery, trapper, tracker, survivalist, sharpshooter, bounty hunter.

RESIDENCE: Elwynn Forest

BIRTHPLACE: Quel’thalas

AFFILIATIONS: The Unseen Path, Glove & Gauntlet

「 relations 」

SPOUSE: 

None.

CHILDREN: 

None.

PARENTS: 

Erzaen Ith’valin, father. 

Sylrise Ith’valin-Duskfeather, mother. †

SIBLINGS:

None.

OTHER RELATIVES:

None

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:

Her drake, a black dragon named Avoth.

A blue hydra named Ire.

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

「 other/ooc 」

FACE REFERENCE(S):Katherine Mcnamara

VOICE REFERENCE(S): Janet Varney as Avatar Korra

ALIGNMENT: Neutral

SERVER: Moon Guard - Alliance

OTHER:

Although this is an Alliance-aligned character, she won’t outright attack those of the Horde; she is currently far more preoccupied with what’s happening on the Dragon Isles to be bothered.

I will not interact/roleplay with minors or anyone under the age of 18.

Though I am fine writing characters in more intimate situations if it is appropriate, do not try to force ERP or expect it in any way when writing with me. Should you do so, it will likely end in a block.

I will not write with godmodders (ex. never misses a hit and never gets hit, their character is so overpowered that they’re basically a god and can’t ever lose, etc).

[terranlloyd]

LFRP - Terran Lloyd

The Basics –––

Full Name: Terran Dalben Lloyd Age: 45 Gender: Male (He/Him) Race: Stormwindian Human (Westfall) Alignment: Lawful Good In-game Names: Arcanesmith (MG), Hatsmith (MG), Telva (WrA) Full Backstory: https://www.bhb.contact/arcanesmith/bio

Physical Appearance –––

Art: refsheet.net/TerranLloyd Hair: Natural Ginger Eyes: Blue Height: 5'7" Build: Buff Nerd Common Accessories: His signature Blue n Gold Hat. Voice Claim: None; however, Shannon Mcormick as Ozpin & Agent Washington is rather close.

Personal –––

Birthplace: Westfall, Lloyd Family Farm Residence: Eastcrest Estate, Elwynn Forest Profession: Arcane Blacksmith, Kirin Tor Magus Hobbies: Writing, Swordsmanship, Arcane Research, Teaching Languages: Fluently Speaks Common, has a light grasp of Thalasian, and utilizes Arcane Magic to help bridge further gaps in knowledge. Religion: Not strictly religious, but has a respect for the Light. Fears: The Void, Loss of loved ones, Dragons.

Relationships –––

Spouse: @arcane-artisan Children: Twins - Medwyn & Teleria Lloyd. Parents: Both deceased. Father during the First War, Mother during the Cataclysm. Siblings: None. Pets: See Below

Traits –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

RP Hooks –––

Eastcrest Coalition - Terran Lloyd is a founding member and leader of Eastcrest Coalition. The Coalition is formed of three minor noble houses and aims to bring wares and commerce to Stormwind Kingdom while safeguarding her borders. The Blue Hat Blacksmith - As his primary source of income, Terran Lloyd works as an Arcane Blacksmith, mass producing mundane weapons and armor and crafting custom enchanted weapons and tools. If your character is looking for something crafted, Terran can either get it done, or knows a guy who can (no promises you won't be sent on a quest for reagents!) Arcane Articulated - In his free time, Terran writes books on Arcane Magic, best known for his series Arcane Articulated which highlights the fundamentals of Arcane Magic and the casters who use it. Rumor has it a new edition is on its way to shelves ... eventually.

Contact Information ––– –

You can contact me on Discord, Twitter, Tumblr, or in game. Discord - BlueHatMan#4547 Twitter - https://twitter.com/LloydTerran Tumblr - Uh ... this post.

Thanks for reading this far, you get a cookie.

[equiti-mortem-blog]

Snow.

[laurenwalshart]

A Silver Phoenix

The dark violets of night were fading. Elune’s veil of stars followed Her as dawn approached and She chased Belore over the horizon. Moon and Sun, Sister and Brother eternally kept apart in their cyclical chase of one another through the skies of Azeroth. It was in this twilight hour that Alunethil had found a new routine on the Isle of Dorn.

Every morning she woke in a Earthen bed of stone far too small for her and every morning she could see the moon through a small slit window. In all her years she had never truly appreciated its changing phases marking the passage of time. When Quel'thalas was lost, time stood still and roared past her in a vicious cyclone of grief that cracked through her chest. She had found solace then in the Wildhammer Dwarves near Quel’danil in stone beds that were also far too small for her. Some mornings the thought that the Dwarves and now Earthen had been her refuge in loss was a comfort, but most mornings it was a suffocating blanket of old and new painful memories that she wished to shed. So she began walking.

Every morning she would don on her Silver Covenant Farstrider gear. Before the fall of Dalaran she had started to wear the greens and golds of House Autumnvale more, but now she found wearing the silver and blues of the Silver Covenant felt comforting. Dalaran was the last anchor to her old life. A life before exile, before Arthas, before her mother had died, when she still had a family. It was all an illusion of happiness, yes, but it was a pleasant one for a time at least. She needed a reminder of the anchor she had once had and this gear would do for now. Without it she felt as if she would be lost in unending night without the comforting light of the stars or the Moon to guide her.

At first she was simply drawn to Dalaran to aid the citizens of the magical floating city. In those first days it didn’t matter if you were Silver Covenant or Sunreaver, Alliance or Horde. In the chaos of loss it was simply those in need and those that could aid them. Old hatreds and grievances fading away with each act of kindness and comforting hand, but Alunethil couldn’t offer aid like the magi of the Kirin Tor and priests of the Light. She was a Farstrider. A tool of war, a straight arrow and honed blade to root out threats before they even had a chance to manifest. Those that hunt the unknown. Dalaran. Quel’thalas. She saw each as a failure of vigilance, of her own vigilance.

She had come to the ruins with purpose this morning. Opportunists had followed the Alliance and Horde ships. The prospect of rummaging the ruins of the fabled Magocracy of Dalaran and home to the vast vaults of the Kirin Tor was too tempting to pass on. The cover of night served as a boon to these looters, but they would now be scurrying like rats to their ships as dawn approached. With night behind the Farstrider like a shroud of darkness her prey would stand out against the fast approaching light. She simply needed to wait.

She climbed the cliff faces of the Tranquil Strand, keeping to the darkest of shadows until she found a ledge that offered her a clear view of the shoreline and shield from the coming light. The shattered crystals of Dalaran reflected the pink and orange hues of dawn, the arcane scars still glowing in the twilight shadows. The pain of seeing the glittering monument was lessening with each passing day… or was it hardening? She couldn’t tell any more. It felt like a burning chunk of ice tearing open old wounds with an ease of familiarity. She wondered if this was what Quel’thalas had looked like as dawn rose for the first time over the shattered city of Silvermoon. She had felt the fall of the Sunwell all those hundreds of miles south, but it wasn’t until word came days later that it became real. That she had a name for the void left in her chest, a name for the pain that tore through the fiber of her being.

Her sensitive eyes picked up movement between the massive chunks of stone. With practiced ease she pushed the thoughts back deep into the recesses of her mind. The hunt provided a clarity that men of faith would find in a cathedral. Instead she found silence in the drawing of her bow, the caress of fletching against her cheek, and the long and steady breaths of anticipation as she tracked her target.

Human.

Male.

Carrying a bag of glowing crystals.

Her fingers released and the Thalassian styled arrow flew through the air silently. It struck the bag and the glowing arcane infused contents crashed onto the sand. The man’s head whipped around in confusion. She only had a brief moment before he would alert others. She could kill him, but thugs like this simply needed to be scared to not return. Her eyes caught more movement and she drew another simple arrow. Any glow of magic would give away her position in the shadows.

Goblin.

Male.

A relic of some kind in his hands.

The arrow sank into the flowing fabric of the goblin's clothing pinning him against a tree. His panicked cries echoed out over the ruins as he broke the arrow and threw it down on the sand like it was a snake. “I told youse they’d find us! Grab yer stuff’n scram!!” He screamed. She smirked. Predictable. She needed to move to a new position, but she needed time and a distraction.

She drew an arrow. As it reached her cheek she whispered a single word. “Felo.” Runes along the Thalassian arrow glowed a dull red and she released the arrow. As it streaked across the sky blending in with the orange hues of dawn she moved to another spot lower to the shore line. An explosion of fire burst as the arrow made contact with a chunk of stone, chasing away the shadows around the ruins. She could see three others - a male Troll, a human woman, and an orc. A small party. All heads turned to the blast. All in a panic and rushing to their boat on the shoreline. A chokehold. Perfect.

A few of them dropped what they had in their hands and rushed for the boat. “I already have a record! They’ll send me back to Tol Dogar! I can’t eat that food again!!” The human man screeched. The orc growled at the man. What Alunethil could understand was a single word. “...Pathetic.”

The looters rushed to the boat. The human man nearly knocking over the Troll that was throwing their bag into the boat anchored to the shore. They cursed at the man with cutting consonants. This was her chance. Her fingers reached for the bow string drawing back with no physical arrow nocked. An arrow of arcane glowing brilliantly of purple and pinks formed as string came back to her cheek. “Arkhana anora.” She released and the arcane arrow streaked through the air like a falling star and landed at the feet of the five looters. All five heads turned and looked at the arrow. Some flinching for the anticipated explosion while the human man tried to take off on foot. Chains sprout forth from the arrow and drug him back.

“W-what do we do?!” He cried out.

“Ya not be runnin’ off to leave us ‘ere. Coward.” The troll hissed.

The male orc. Stood silently scanning the darkness. His muscles twitching as a silent anger coursed through him waiting to be released on whoever shot the arrow or whoever annoyed him more. “Quiet.” He growled. It was dead silent. Smoke curled up from where the fire arrow had impacted the wall of crumbling rock. Night was quickly retreating.

“You are bound. All five of you.” A voice called out from the ruins. “The spell will last an hour and the first patrol of the Kirin Tor is due in… 20 minutes.” Alunethil stepped from the violet shadows. Hooded with a long silver elven blade drawn. “You will answer to them, not me.” All together they yelled at her, hurling insults and half thought through reasoning at the ranger, but she paid no mind to them. The spell would hold no matter how much they blustered. Her attention was captured by the contents in the bag the human man had dropped. Most of it was chunks of crystal from the Hall of the Guardian, a collection of broken arcane machinery, but something soft was underneath it all. Her blade pushed aside the crystals until it came into contact with the chest of a silver phoenix toy. It was Thalassian make. It reminded her of one she had as a child, but hers had been golden.

She knelt down and picked up the toy holding it delicately in her leather gloved hand. It was well worn. The head was barely held loft from the constant and repetitive wear of hugs around the neck of the bird. A name was stitched under the wing. Lyra Highdawn.

Alunethil turned to the group now bickering amongst themselves. The Human man and troll were now coming to blows over the . The Troll pushed the man and he was forcibly pulled back to the center by the arrow crashing into the orc. She gently tucked the silver phoenix into her armor and faded back into the shadows leaving the would-be looters to their fate at the hands of the Kirin Tor.

-

Lyra rose to the mid morning sun in Dornogal. She could smell breakfast being cooked by her mother near the hearth. Earthen rooms were so funny. Everything was in one room and made of stone. They had lived here since the spider people attacked home and they had gone through those portals. She had dropped her favorite toy when they were running. She asked to go back and get it, but Mother said that Dalaran was gone now. It was a gift from Papa before he left and didn’t come home. She missed it and him.

There were no Earthen children in Dornogal, but some other children she knew from Dalaran liked to play in the courtyard down the street. Some Earthen would get mad at them for climbing trees and “disturbing the edicts.” She didn’t understand what that meant, but the big mean stone men would eventually go away.

She went to the tree they played at and waited for more children to show up, until she noticed something. It was silver and shaped like- “My phoenix!” She squealed in delight. Picking it up she quickly checked the wing for her name. When she saw its familiar stitching she held it close to her chest, hugging with all her strength.

A hooded figure across the courtyard and clad in Silver Covenant ranger gear smiled. They slipped into the crowd of Dornogal and disappeared.

[electricelunite]

Osonia, done by Firbess