#stormwind guard

[embersoftheorder]

😍- Safrona's FC is Morena Baccarin!

"So this is the one they call 'The Courier?" Dewitt commented as she looked at the photo. "She looks scared here."

"She was," Hershel Winston replied, as he sipped at his own glass of brandy. The bushy bearded guard adjusted his legs as he got more comfortable in his chair. "But I would be too."

Rachel frowned as she laid the photo back down on her desk. "I don't know what you think we do here Winston, but the Order is not exactly a missing persons bureau. You might have better luck with SI or your own group in just chasing down smugglers."

The guard shook his head. "Oh not ta worry, we know where she is and what she's up ta. It's what she got that had me concerned."

"Do tell."

The guard lifted up a box and set it down on the desk with an ominous clunk. "You know what to do?"

That clunk only lead to a stronger dread in her stomach as Dewitt eyed the box, she'd had some bad luck recently with deliveries like this. This was seeming very connected in the worse ways.

"Did you open it?"

"Aye."

"Was it an amulet?"

Winston smiled very grimly as he set a hand on the top of the box, giving an sarcastic affectionate pat to it's top. "Metal shouldn't move."

The captain leaned back in her chair with a very grim face as she steeple her hands in front of her face in thought. Hallowfall.

@safrona-shadowsun

[whenawomanisaround]

i simply asked you where the skinning trainer was i did not ask you any of that i just asked for the ANIMAL skinning trainer i did not ask all that i did not ask you to share that

[eluviannaa]

At today's Stormwind Thieves Market in Moonbrook, Westfall.

Elu occasionally sells items at a few events, and along with the exchange, gives patrons a mysterious pebble. A calling card of sorts, either to her directly or the physical location of Curses & Curios in Boralus.

The pebble itself is a TRP3e item that's actually pretty fun. It usually invites some discussion—sometimes exchanging cards with another unsavory character—but I had a curious one today that was a bit... more.

While I absolutely love doing these events for their own sake, in the back of my mind what I think would be really interesting is these small interactions leading to sinister rp later. And today, I had my first one eeeeee

[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.

[consequencesofargentdawn]

So long story short, I joined Argent Dawn earlier this year and had my fair share of ups and downs with the server. A good friend of mine in the guild I'm in mentioned the "Stormwind City Guard" in the Discord chat the other day and most veterans got a little ranty over it but didn't give enough context on who or what they were, care to fill in a bit?

This may in fact be an innocent case of misidentification. There has been many, MANY 'Stormwind City Guard' guilds. Some have had almost identical names "Stormwind Guards" vs "Stormwind City Guard" vs "Stormwind City Guards" and variations.

The reason likely is however there have been deep problems with the 'Guard rp' scene for quite some time. We won't delve too deep into things but once it was realised by many less scrupulous players that they could achieve a power fantasy with Guard RP they decided to dip their hands into it for that purpose.

Primarily there are two types from this branch, those aligned with the Royal Court cabal (the DiCU as we call them) and those who are essentially set up to aggrandize the ego of the leader and their buddies (who are always the officers of said guilds). These players have been known to, proven to have and in many cases still do cause great disruption, outright harassment and generally promote an incredibly insular and toxic mindset. RP is a competition for them, how many people can they get to obey their nonsense trite 'law books', how many people can they get to accept their 'martial law' and 'lockdown rp' (the latter, highly insensitive when done during the height of the Covid pandemic no less).

To call them roleplayers is actually insulting to actual roleplayers, those who play a role, a character. These people generally play themselves in a sort of lionized version of their real world persona - evident by their constant drawing from real world law enforcement tropes rather than draw from what is right in front of them.

Guard RP can be good, but the inherent nature of RP (that being two parties operating in mutual consent of one another's boundaries) means playing a character which has implicit executive authority over another character by virtue of what they are doing is rife for misuse.

[eldridgecandell]

🎯 -What do they do best?

Stormwind sewers were known for many things, the most obvious of course being the smell and the rats. Big, hungry, and angry bastards who haunted the city canals like robber bands in the countryside. But as big as the rats were out in the air, they were nothing compared to the ones lying in wait under the cobble stone.

Kobolds.

"Fuckin ratters," muttered the armored man as he slogged through the muck of the undercity. His light mail batted down tight to his lean frame as he rubbed at the lenses of his goggles, the green glass glowing brightly in the dark.

A grunt would match the goggled soldier from the thick set dwarf ahead of him, his beard rolled up tight and tied over his bald head. His own dark eyes glowing slightly in the low light, a soft glowing rod in one hand and a short mace in the other.

One last grunt would answer 'goggles' as the woman yanked her thick, stone axe from the hacked up corpse. A simple weapon for sure that looked far to big for her frame or hands, but the same soft glowing runes that dotted the face of it lit her own eyes as she looked back to the pair. Her face though grim held a certain air of pride in her work. "You complain to much."

"Yeah, and you get way to much into this shit, Duun" muttered the man again as he checked his short sword and swiveled his head about the tunnel.

"I'm not good at many things," the woman replied as she kicked the beast over to the side of the tunnel, pushing it back into a pile of it's former companions. Away from the water. "You got the marker?"

The dwarf stumped over to the wall, lifting his glowing rod to rub against the stone in quick movement the number '8'. "Eight, righ?"

Setting the axe head to the ground, Cheryl Duun would nod as she did a quick count of the bodies. "Yep, eight of em."

The inquisitor turned rat catcher would stretch out with a soft groan as her back let out a series of pops and cracks, the axe easily swung about to rest on her shoulder. An angular face, lined with deep frown lines and scars to match the dark circles under her azure tinged eyes. Sleep after this work should be necessary, but only the drink seemed to add to the grim look her face always kept now.

Sleep. Work. Kill. Drink. Sleep.

It was a simple life and not one she expected, but followed none the less in the underbelly of Stormwind City.

Scrawled into the stone the green glowing '8' burned softly and steadily above the pile of kobolds. The three hunters hefted their gear and adjusted soaked cloth masks as they began to stalk their beat again.

@nixalegos

[electricelunite]

Conversations with myself.

[tristayranambrosio]

Things Forgotten and Reforged Part 3

It was sunset into proper dusk and twilight when the bard walked the cobblestones of the Lion’s Rest. Trist could walk them in his sleep even after years of absence. Somewhere in the distance he heard a harper playing having staked his claim to one of the white marble walls, echoing in the natural acoustic shell that the half moon memorial fountain created. The memories rushed back, the joy… but so much of it soured now… he’d once been determined to play through the pain, sing, perform, smile, dance… Be the one that was above emotions, that would never let the barbs and attempts to bully him show the damage they inflicted. And in the end it hadn’t been those… but rather someone who he’d loved with all himself who’d lied, who’d made him a monster… the same Bard that now hooded himself lest someone see that “Trist’Ayran, the Fountain Bard” had returned at long last to his post. No couples orbited each other tonight, his old spot mercifully unoccupied apart from a Light-forged mage reading with a sneer on her face at what she was paging through, a human con-man in a top hat sewing tricks into the inner lining of a vest, and a druid in feline form slumbering on one of the benches.

He was Alone.

“Hello Fountain.” He murmured in that decibel that was so soft no one that was any further than his shoulder could hear, “I’m sorry I’ve not come to sing you your Lullaby all these years.”

Trist scrubbed at his face feeling a rush of tears threaten now. Every night… for almost a year he had sung those soft words of goodnight to the trickle of pure water that spilled from bowl to bowl… and the weight of every missed evening crashed onto his thoughts with a guilt that he did not expect. What had happened to all the friends he’d made here? The students he had taught? The laughs… the dancing… the moments that made the Fountain so much more than a fountain, the night he thought he could fly when every voice around him sang the same words.

They’d taken that from him… now the fountain was just… stones… and water… and bushes he’d tackled lovers into… shadows he’d memorized in the hedges and branches… lines on the marble.

He looked up and spoke softly, as if the burbling fountain could understand, “I cherish every moment beside you you know? Even the hurts… even the moments where people hated me… punished me… broke me… Because you’re the place I met and loved so many. Thank you for staying when they’re all gone…”

There was a moment he thought maybe he was going mad speaking to an inanimate water-feature… but he kept on, “I don’t know if I ever told you how much I owe you for those moments I would never take back… especially the one where I met him…”

The fountain burbled as the last of daylight faded behind the horizon leaving Trist alone to speak to the dark, whispering secrets to the silvery catchlights that ran seamlessly like glass down the tiers of the white marble bowls, meeting them as he would the eyes of a dearly missed friend.

“I’m marrying him… Well… again, We’ve been wed since the night I shared his soul with mine… when I felt him reach a part of my broken heart and place each piece back together… He made me whole… but he found me singing behind our mask… stars what a show I could put on…” He managed a rueful laugh but reached out to touch the lip of the fountain’s base and asked gently, “May I please?”

As if in response to Trist’s soft request the old Grey-white fountain burbled and caught his attention just over a shattered bauble of broken glass in the darkest hue of violet and blue that was amid the coppers and silvers of those wishing for something. Trist hadn’t wanted to take anyone’s wishes… but he retrieved the old glass with a sweep of his hand into the fountain’s deepest base and looked up at it again. “Thank you…” Trist would normally have hurried off… but this place… He felt rooted to the marble like he had been a part of the stone and the water and the melancholy breeze that perpetually swept through… the harper that had been playing was gone and it was only the Bard and the stars… the place painfully silent, the emptiness of it hallowing him out before he sang softly. “Weep you no more sad fountains

What need you flow so fast?

Look haw the snowy mountains

Heaven's sun doth gently waste

But my sun's heavenly eyes

View not your weeping

That now lies sleeping

Softly, softly, now softly

Softly lies sleeping

Sleep is a reconciling

A rest that peace begets

Doth not the sun rise smiling

When fair at ev'n he sets?

Rest you then, rest, sad eyes

Melt not in weeping

While she lies sleeping

Softly, softly, now softlySoftly lies sleeping…”

Every line drew a soft sob or whimper from him, trying to suppress each to no avail. And clutched his finding tight enough to leave an imprint of its shape on his hand.

He composed himself and cleared his throat, and in his most desperate attempt at the lightness he had put on for months as he forced his fingers to pluck strings when the music was like wringing blood from a stone… “Goodnight Fountain…”

Trist then stood, adjusted his cloak, and vanished into the streets of Stormwind once more. To those with the keenest eyes, some would see the shadow of broken wings cast behind the bard, slowly re-knitting themselves into something whole the further he walked from his old stage.

[nonsensesnap]

• through the night we protect •

[electricelunite]

Vibes ♥

COLOR WALK

[thebaronfelidae]

Phos

He/him

Well, here goes nothing.

Phos is a half vulpera, half sethrak hybrid born to a vulperan medicine lady and a sethraki priest. Obviously this did not slide with either race so the family was heavily mistreated and the dad was imprisoned. The mom was tough as nails but giving birth to twins who are both covered in scales was not an easy task, especially since her family left her to give birth alone. When she passed the clan took Pho's brother Aladdin in to be a new magic user while they dumped Pho in the desert. He was found by a hyena named Drust and was brought back to her clan were she was second in command. Phos is able to communicate with beasts via body language and other means but is so good at it that one could easily mistake his cackles for a hyena if it weren't for his appearance. He was discovered a year later by bandits who found his talents amusing and brought him and Drust along with them, by force of course. But then they realized that he was actually good with all the pets at their camp as well and began to reteach him how to read and write as well as speak their language. They also noticed that he had the makings of a good marksman and began training him. After a couple years had past, Phos and Drust managed to sneek their way out of the camp. Phos enjoyed the company of animals over people and began to befriend any beast that was willing to accompany him and Drust in their nomadic life.

[nattvingen]

I hope whoever designed the rogue class hall mount quest (Hiding In Plain Sight) sleeps on a gentle bed of sharpened LEGOs every night.

[pookamhura]

Gnome cruises the canal district while fucked up on Inky Black.

Damn is this ever cozy whiles fucked up on Inky Black.

[glassesfreekjr]

Can we analyse Tulin for a bit?

Apart from being the keet birb boy, perhaps what makes his character so enthralling is how it so brilliantly reflects and offers commentary on the influences that have shaped him.

Whether that be Revali, his father Teba, and ESPECIALLY Link. Hell, it's no wonder that Link & Tulin have garnered such a sibling dynamic. Tulin essentially IS Link, from a time before the burden of responsibility and pain caused Link to cave in on himself pre-Breath of the Wild.

Right down to the veteran warrior father figure (Link's father was captain of the guard) and their acceptance of a newfound legacy out of forthright integrity. Tulin, at this point in his life, has yet to give himself away until there's nothing of him left to give, and let's pray he never needs to.

But Tulin would do that in a heartbeat, if called upon. He is very much his father's son.

You can see it in how archtypical childish spunk is tempered, like steel, by Teba's down-to-earth bluntness and sheer work ethic.

(BTW I wonder if Link sees his own father in Teba? That'd check out.)

But what caught me most pleasantly off-guard is Tulin's skepticism, which has become one of his most compelling traits for me. It's not something you would expect.

He did not believe that the Stormwind Ark existed, and while ultimately proven wrong, it frankly wasn't an illogical assumption to make. Tulin clearly thought through that opinion. He'd also grown frustrated that the Rito placed their faith on a songbook miracle — a eucatastrophe, if you will — instead of something more concrete like personal skill or, say, Link's whole-ass existence.

The second Link arrived and offered his aid, Tulin accepted his help without hesitation. He turned his skepticism inward to reevaluate his own tenets. And it's as a duo that they brought about said eucatastrophe through no one's strength but their own. They are siblings, Your Honor. Aryll 2.0

(If Revali had been blessed with a support network saying "it's okay to accept help. no man is an island," doubtless he still would have perished in Vah Medoh. But there would be less of an ego to shatter. He would have faced death with less blind panic and more dignity. And most importantly, he'd have other people to bolster the wind beneath his wings during his short life. (At the very least, Revali would not have as big an ass not be as big an ass, just as Tulin would be a different person without his family.)

dammit quaquaval you have RUINED me

Also, one thing that everyone seems to miss is just how deceptively intelligent Tulin turns out to be. This kid fuckin' knows his stuff. His mastery of aerodynamics beyond the instinctual is almost on par with Revali at such a young age. And how many precision headshots has his avatar saved your ass with, don't lie.

He somehow managed to follow his father back through time. Tulin can see Koroks.

It's not the same kind of passion-fuelled intellect as, say, Zelda has. More of an unyeilding conviction to learn all he can and put it into practice. About as understated a quality as Yunobo's inexplicable business acumen and economic sense.

As his mother Saki put it, for Tulin to develop as an individual, he needs to experience more of reality and its hardships. Shooting bullseyes and improving one's flying prowess / wind magic can't contend with genuine combat. True to her word, Tulin had to experience mistakes firsthand, and critically examine his own naïve ways of thinking in order to take those necessary steps.

...

So then, uh, is it wrong for me to wish something horrible upon him, if only to witness the positive character growth that springs from it? Tulin isn't the sort who'll shatter under pressure, like Revali did at the end of his life, or like Link did under the weight of expectation. Buckle, yes — but not break. Tulin's steadfast conviction, inherited from his father and guided by the people he loves, would assuredly see him through.

In any event, his Hero's Journey isn't close to over. I'd be curious to see Tulin at its conclusion.

tl;dr I wanna Emesis Blue his bitch-ass, AITA?

[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

[eldridgecandell]

▼ - childhood headcanon

Matthias Candell leaned on the fence post with a sigh, his gnarled hands gently rubbing over one another as he looked out over the orchard. His blue eyes were tired but content as he watched the evening sun dapple through the leaves and touch upon each of his apples. For many years the Candells had farmed this land and though they were not rich or exactly prosperous they were content with the world they grew.

A smile crease his smooth wrinkled face as he looked among the trunks of his trees, the laughing and charging children of his children finding the same games his own had so many years ago. As he had been too as he recalled such warm autumn evenings.

"Pa," a strong voice sounded beside him as he felt the same presence in the hand that clapped him on the shoulder.

Matthias would smile as he turned to look to his son, his hand coming up to pat the same hand upon his shoulder. "Erlain my boy."

A snort of laugh came from the younger Candell as he smiled to his father, a rare sight for the guardsman but a welcome one that lifted the spirits of the parental figure. "Just Lain, Pa."

Once more the father would squeeze the hand on his shoulder, a hand not one to hold a trow or shovel but that of a dangerous sort. A sword. "I named ya Erlain after your great-grandfather Alain. Do not trouble his memory with your shortening of good fortune."

Another snort resounded but the smile did not remain as Erlain's stern face returned, the thick mustache he kept adding to the severity of his place and station. "Always the poet, Pa."

"In another life for certain," the older Candell replied as he looked back to the orchard. Matthias loved his son, but he wasn't a big fan of the life he was leading now within the city. He had wanted his boy to come back to the farm, help him and keep this place running. Enrich in the soil and quiet life. Maybe not so much for him, but for the small ones running about among the trees.

"Eld loves it here."

"So did ye."

"I do," Lain replied again as he leaned into the fence beside his father.

This would be the last quiet moment for the Candells. War would come to the kingdom from the eastern swamps. Brightwood would fall and so would pass Candell farm into dusk.

@safrona-shadowsun