#stormwind rp

[personaei]

#personaei

an indie multimuse blog featuring muses from warcraft, dragon age, baldur's gate, and star wars. written by belli.

[commanderbragh]

Travels, Slow and Quick

The waves lapped at the side of the ship as it sliced through the water. Banagan stood at the railing along the deck and watched as the docks of Stormwind grew ever closer. He appeared lost in thought as he stood there, so much so that everyone else on the deck just let him be.

It was a relaxing trip, he thought to himself. Sure, he could have made use of the portal back to Stormwind and arrived almost instantly. But the trip back gave him plenty of time to relax and the privacy to consider his thoughts. As the ship made its way next to the dock, the paladin knew his time was up and he would have to rejoin the rest of the moving world.

Banny watched as the men on the ship and the dock worked to secure the ship. Finally the call was made. Passengers and crew both began disembarking, carefully making their way down the gangplank. Banny picked up the satchel that had been on the deck next to his feet, adjusted his shield over his shoulder and started following the rest of the crowd. Within moments, he was on the sturdy dock and soon after that on solid land. Banny glanced up the huge path that led up from the docks to the city above, took a deep breath, and began making his way up the incline. 

Once he finally made it to the top of the walkway, Banagan turned and looked back at the docks below. He could see the ship he was recently on. The sails were slowly lowering as the remaining crew secured them for their stay. 

“Welcome back, Mister Larethian.”

Banagan turned to see a familiar person standing close by. The sunlight beamed on his shaved head and his worn leather tunic creaked a little as he shifted.

“Thanks, Erik. Been waiting long?” he asked with a grin.

“Not at all. But I heard you were on that boat,” he said, nodding his head slightly towards the docks.

“Heard? You been spying on me?” Banny stepped over and extended his hand which Erik took and shook firmly.

“No. But my business partners assume that I will want to know when certain individuals arrive in Stormwind.”

“I’m that important?”

“Your family is, yes.”

“Good to know. How are you doing these days?”

“Business is busy as always. And you?”

“I’m doing okay. The trip was relaxing.”

“That’s why you chose a boat instead of the portal.”

“Yeah. Wanted a little time to think.” Banagan started moving towards the entrance to the city with the rogue falling in beside him.

“Troubles?”

“I don’t know. Weird dreams, mostly.”

“Dreams?”

“Yeah. For the last few weeks, I’ve been having some odd dreams. I can never remember them. But when I get up, I’m still tired and I know that there was something important to them, but I can’t remember what.”

“Interesting.”

“Interesting? How so?”

“Others have told me about odd dreams as well. Something urgent or concerning for all of them. Mostly people associated with the Cathedral.”

“My father?”

“Not that he’s told me,” Erik said, shaking his head.

“But he wouldn’t necessarily say anything,” Banagan said, finishing Erik’s thought.

“Not necessarily.”

“What have the others said about their dreams?”

“Just that there always seemed something important that needed to be done.”

“And did they figure out what that was?” Banny asked, stopped along the path to look at the rogue.

“Not that they have told me. A few of them spoke of traveling to Dalaran.”

“Dalaran? Why there?”

“I don’t know. I think some of them just thought it was the right place to begin. And since Khadgar and the Kirin Tor are there, maybe they believed someone there could help them to figure out the meaning.”

“I mean, it’s a place to start I guess,” Banny responded with a shrug. “Maybe I should head there and see what’s been figured out.”

“Before going home and seeing your father?” Erik asked, his eyebrow raised slightly.

“Yeah, it shouldn’t take that long,” Banny answered with a grin. “And it’s not like I’ll take a boat back from there. Maybe a couple of hours asking around and then I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

“Sounds reasonable enough.”

“Would you send word to my father and let him know what I’m doing?”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“I think I’m good,” Banny said, reaching out to shake Erik’s hand again. “Thanks. I’ll talk to you when I get back.”

“Safe travels, Banagan.” Erik released the paladin’s hand and turned towards the trade district of the city. 

Banagan smiled and then started walking towards the mage tower that peaked above the surrounding buildings. After a little bit of walking, he finally found himself standing at the foot of the tower and the winding path that circled up around it. Adjusting his gear again, he began his ascent and soon found himself at the entrance. Stepping inside, he found a novice mage greeting people. The paladin asked about hiring someone to open a portal to the city of Dalaran. After a moment of discussion about price, the novice led the paladin into the tower and introduced him to another mage. The novice explained the request to the mage. Soon coins were exchanged and the mage cast his spell. A portal spun open before them and Banagan could see the streets of the floating city through it. Banagan thanked the mage and began stepping through the portal.

As the paladin passed the threshold of the portal, he experienced several different sensations, each immediately following the previous. First there was a bright flash of multi-colored light. Then he felt as if he was being pressed against from all sides. Finally, as he passed through the portal he found that there was no ground for his foot and he began to fall. The wind rushed against him as he fell and bits of rock struck his shoulder.

Banagan barely had the presence of mind to look around and see that he was in midair, free falling towards water below with debris of various size around him. Most importantly, though, was the complete absence of a floating city. Looking down, he saw the water directly below and only a short distance away was land. The water was quickly getting closer and it was at the last minute that Banny’s instincts kicked in. He called on the Light and shimmering glow surrounded him just before he struck the surface.

“Oh sh—“

[homesickforazeroth]

Zones / Eastern Kingdoms / Elwynn Forest

The humans have lived in Elwynn for centuries, but members of all Alliance races can be frequently seen traveling and residing in Elwynn due to its proximity to the capital, Stormwind City. Most residents of Elwynn are involved in one of its major industries: logging, farming, fishing or mining. They are also renowned for the breeding of their Evendales: steeds especially prized by adventurers for their loyalty and steadiness in the face of danger. The people are hardy and hard-working and for all its pomp and grandeur, Stormwind wouldn’t last long without a constant stream of food and supplies to support the city’s population.

[alchemyofazeroth]

Human Alchemy & Medical Practice

The alchemical practices developed by the humans of Stormwind represent a fascinating blend of arcane magic and scientific methodology. Through centuries of experimentation and scholarly pursuits, Stormwind's alchemists have devised a systematic approach to transmuting matter and harnessing the latent energies found within organic and inorganic substances.

Their work often focuses on the distillation and recombination of herbs, minerals, and exotic reagents gathered from across Azeroth. By carefully controlling factors such as heat, pressure, and the precise ratio of ingredients, they are able to concoct an impressive array of potions, oils, salves and other alchemical creations imbued with restorative, enhancing or transmutative properties.

Stormwind's alchemists follow strict procedures and maintain meticulous records in bound ledgers, ensuring consistent results and allowing for incremental improvements to their formulas. Their most prized secrets and recipes are jealously guarded, passed down from master to apprentice only after years of tutelage and trust-building.

The potions and elixirs produced by human alchemists are highly sought after commodities, with the most potent commanding premium prices from discerning buyers like adventurers, nobles, and military leaders. Although the craft is often shrouded in an air of mystery, the dedicated practice of alchemy remains a well-respected intellectual and commercial pursuit among the learned citizenry of Stormwind.

Human Medical Practice

The medical practices employed by humans in the city of Stormwind are both sophisticated and highly advanced, reflecting centuries of accumulated knowledge and continuous refinement.

Stormwind's healers and physicians undergo extensive training in anatomy, herbalism, alchemy, and the magical healing arts in order to provide comprehensive care to the city's residents. The Stormwind Cathedral serves as a central hub for healing, with priests and paladins channeling the Light's power to mend wounds, cure diseases, and alleviate suffering. The city's apothecaries work in tandem with the healers, concocting potent elixirs, salves, and potions using exotic herbs and reagents to supplement the healing arts.

Stormwind's medical practitioners also emphasize preventative care, educating the populace on proper hygiene, nutrition, and healthy living to stave off illness. In cases of severe injury or disease resistant to conventional treatment, the city's most skilled healers may employ powerful magic, calling upon the Light to regenerate damaged tissue, purge corruption, or even resurrect the recently deceased. Through a combination of mundane medicine and divine magic, Stormwind's medical professionals maintain the health and well-being of the city's inhabitants, combating everything from common ailments to the most grievous of battlefield injuries.

Adaptations of Stormwind Medicine

The evolution of standard medical practice in Stormwind to accommodate the diverse physiology of the various races comprising the Alliance has been a gradual yet crucial development.

In the early days of the Alliance, medical knowledge was primarily focused on treating humans, as they made up the majority of Stormwind's population. However, as more races joined the Alliance, bringing their unique anatomical structures, metabolic processes, and susceptibilities to different diseases, it became clear that a one-size-fits-all approach to medicine was inadequate. Over time, medical practitioners in Stormwind began to study and document the specific healthcare needs of their non-human patients. This included analyzing anatomical differences, such as the heightened hearing sensitivity of night elves and the high-density musculature of dwarves, to tailor diagnostic techniques and treatment plans.

Pharmacological research expanded to explore how different races responded to medications, leading to customized dosing guidelines and specialized formulations. Medical training programs in Stormwind also adapted, incorporating comparative anatomy and physiology to ensure healthcare providers were equipped to treat patients from all walks of life.

As a result of these efforts, contemporary medical practice in Stormwind is characterized by a deep understanding and respect for the physiological diversity within the Alliance. Hospitals and clinics now boast specialists trained in the nuances of treating various races, ensuring that all citizens of the Alliance receive the highest standard of care.

[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

[elewynd]

This feels like every summertime Fall asleep dreaming about all the places I could go

[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.

[chevvah]

“You know there is bounty on you, why do you keep starting fights? You would be in a problem if I wasn’t there.”

[electricelunite]

Conversations with myself.

[one-winged-dreams]

Also, I'll get to friend content here in a bit, I'm just going THROUGH IT right now

[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.

[personaei]

" Is this what it's always going to be for our people? To be manipulated by great unknown powers, time and time again? " " And to overcome them, time and time again. "

#personaei - private, slow activity multi-muse, as written by belli.

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[53nk41]

Floh Falke of the Daelin Brigade.

[electricelunite]

Vibes ♥

COLOR WALK

[homesickforazeroth]

Zones / Eastern Kingdoms / Elwynn Forest

Elwynn Forest, the Forest of Elwynn or simply Elwynn, is a vast woodland of stately hardwoods nestled just below the foothills of the Burning Steppes to the north. The idyllic Redridge Mountains lie to the east, and to the south, across the Nazferiti river is where Duskwood is located. It is the heartland of the human Kingdom of Stormwind.

[pookamhura]

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

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