[N-RP] The Wayfinders

[Azmira-argent-dawn (Azmira)]

Been loving our RP so far!

(Cris has a bow to my head please send help… also bump!)

[Uranüs-argent-dawn]

@Crístana-argent-dawn

Hard cold stone, connected by beams that held the roof up, standing wide at least a few meters. The building was lit by candlelight. The flickering flames stood on little wooden perches, secured by steel craftsmanship. Hanging next to them were big weapon shields and ornate, glittering swords, easy on the eyes. In the middle of the room was a long table, the length running from a few meters into the room, all the way to the back where three big chairs stood on the width. There were eight chairs on either side, and the entire surface of the table was filled with maps, reports, contracts, and agreements, be it trade or policy.

There was a rabble in the room. People on either side were talking over one another, arguing different sides of a heated debate. Good points were being made on both sides, but the noise was getting to the head of the table: an older veteran, wearing the armour suited for his role as marshal.

“Why would we involve ourselves with this individual? She’s a military defector! “

“She’s a broken shore survivor, you should be calling her a damn he- “

“Silence!” The yell of the marshal interrupted the squabble between a greying financial advisor and a sergeant major. Their faces both turned to look at the outburst of sound, and the rest of the room shut up and sat back in their seats as if awaiting punishment.

“When is she supposed to be arriving?” The marshal said calmly. Further down the table, with the screech of a wooden chair moving across the marbled floor, an assistant stood in a fine black and white robe, little black buttons with gold centres moving down the front until a corset with red knots donning the back folded around her midriff.

She cleared her throat. A timid voice began as she wearily looked up towards him:

”Miss Silverthorn is expected to arrive at eight thirty - which is in five minutes, sir!”

The marshal raised his hand and waved her down, smiling and nodding in acknowledgement:

”Thank you, miss Blackforest. That will do”.

His eyes strained down on the big oaken doors that lead into the room. The entire room was taken by still silence, only the gentle burning flames and the breath of the wind making its way through, until finally distant steps began to echo in the corridors of the keep.

First two, then four, six plated greaves clang noisily against the stone floor as they
make their way up the stairs and through the halls, until stopping right upon the other side of the door.

Mumbled words run through a moment before the gentle tug and twist of the doorknob.

Light breaks into the room by door, the torches hanging from the hallway lighting the visage of a tall night elven shadow as well as two guards who had led her to the meeting.

A big great cloak wraps around slightly worn gold and dark armour, chain mail sitting between plates of steel. Her hair is blue and kept braided up to one side, the other bare and pale-skinned. Two red tattooed fangs run across her face, and a scar through a blinded right eye. A quick scan of the room later, she raises her hand to speak before turning around:

”You know I think I got the wrong room-“

She is interrupted by a slam of the door, and she is now trapped within the white walls of this Stormwind Keep conference.

A quiet curse in Darnassian follows before she slowly turns around to look at the table. Only seconds pass before the newcomer strides through the room like she owns it, grabbing the chair by the end and slipping herself down to sit diagonally across the pillow that makes the wooden rest bearable. She swings her leg up over the other and rests her head against her hand as she studies the assembly with her good eye.

“I believe a welcome is in order. Miss Silverthorn. Your return from the north was pleasant, I hope?”

The marshal speaks and is responded to with a slightly wavy hand gesture and a shrug.

“Even so,” he continues, “Your exploits have reached our ears. A borrowed ship, a motley crew of odd individuals, and a bounty on undead heads. You arrived in the Howling Fjord, was it?” The marshal reaches forward for a map of the trajectory of the trip and lays it out in front of him.

“All the way up to Grizzly Hills, where you cleared the forest of the first ones. Then you stepped up into Zul’Drak and found out that the undead rampage was beyond the scope of your operations.” The marshal rolls up the parchment and puts it to the side. He clears his throat a bit more before continuing:

”You led your companions into many battles as the sky broke and the damned wrought our doom - without casualty. I have given it enough thought, and I’m willing to delegate a unit to you. Young brave men and women, fresh resources, high standard weaponry. Rank, authority, serving under the Stormwind lion.”

The turquoise eye of Silverthorn looms on the marshal for a time as she sits herself up
straight and leans over the table on her elbows.

“Serving you. My orders, from you. My ability, from you. I can lead a battle, but the battle I’m sent to is the one you sent me for. That makes me a pawn. No.”

The last word rings through the hall with a blunt, decisive tone that causes several spectators to rise up in outrage and throw swears at the woman who now stands to her full height.

“You best tread carefully, Silverthorn. You are objecting to service to the alliance military. You are burning bridges with the kingdom of Stormwind, the lives of your own kin and more.”

“You know damn well I serve Azeroth,” Cristana Silverthorn states with a sharpened tongue before hovering over the table, looking directly to the marshal. “I am not denying help to the weak. I am not declining to act for the betterment of my people, your people. I’m cutting out the middleman. Your bureaucracy slows down actions that could have been dealt with by free minds. I will not be put in a position of power that continues if I follow someone else, nor have I any need for such an easily corruptible position. If that serves as my withdrawal from your alliance, then I would rather serve this world instead.”

With the movement of a leg, the chair behind her is swept to the side and the tall pale kaldorei marches for the door. Rumbling roars from people around the table raise profanities toward the objector until a singular raised hand from the marshal ends the noise, and the swing of a rusty door hinge alerts them a moment before the sudden slam as she leaves the room.

Cristana exits the keep, pulling out pen and parchment as she writes the lines that come to her mind.

“The Wayfinders are looking for able-bodied individuals keen on seeing the world and people that inhabit it, to lay out evil as we cross it. Be it on the mainland or sea, island or desert, our feet will break the way for a better, healthier, richer, and more peaceful life together. With a travel sack over your shoulder, to a walking staff at the door, we will keep watch and we will find a path.”

Hello everyone. This is the opening story to the Wayfinders. Here you will find all of our information, details and contact info. Thank you to anyone reading and I hope you like my concept. This is a labour of love, and I hope to be a proponent of entertaining and exciting roleplay in the neutral AD RP community. This will also serve in the future as the guilds Travel book stories so you can keep up with our current events and location.

Concept:

Well first of all welcome to my little travel sized adventure rp guild.

I’m making this because I want a place where I can express my creativity and invite others to come along. The basic premise is a traveling hub group where you tag along with me on adventures throughout Azeroth. Social, adventure, horror, mysteries and a bit of action, and most importantly fun, this is a loose concept and group, the only persistant part being Cristana Silverthorn. This leads me to explain the ‘rules’.

Rules:

• 1: You don’t have to use the same characters. This is a place for all rp, where you can bring along any character you would like, at any place you’d like. You can decide to have a main, but you will not be punished for adding other characters. By signing up, you are deciding to be part of the motley crew, mostly on a OOC frame of mind.

• 2: The events themselves will be a few times a week, depending on when people decide on a poll. If you have an idea for a event that you’d like to play out, but you haven’t had the chance to dm, or you want a place to practice dming, you are welcome to write me. This is a very free space. I will make events every week unless I’m incapable, but I will not spoon feed and I expect a communal effort to make this a space for rp and creativity to develop.

• 3: This is for fun, don’t ever let it be anything else, please don’t give me a reason to moderate.

• 4: Please be respectful of the roleplayers around you. No OOC in say, yell or emote; keep it to private chats like party, raid or guild. I expect people to hold to blizzards rules for what is acceptable in public channels.

• 5: We will be operating almost solely out of a discord server. This is where I will poll for days, announce events and communicate, aswell as all of our OOC details you need to be aware of. You will be invited upon joining.

• 6: Life comes first in all circumstances. If you’re sick, in bad mental health, busy or otherwise incapable of coming to an event you will not be punished for it. Life is turbolent and people will be respectful of that.

Before I go into the next section, I will note that the majority of events in this guild will be played out with the TN rolling system. This is the easiest to comprehend and teach, and the traits coming up are made to spice up the typical monotany.

Rolling System

Tn(x):
The very basic systems of rolling will be used for easy access and learning. During events your characters will be able to use their skills and abilities fit to their character and you are incentivized to poke and prod to the world around you for detail. Some things may require you to make a roll, and in that situation the dm will take your roll, add any modifiers currently active, and give you a response.

For combat, it will be the same thing every time. We will give you a TN(Total Number) to get on par with or surpass for you to clear the roll. As an example, roll 35+ to hit the target, roll 30+ to defend yourself from the targets attack. You will dictate your own damage.

Roll Protection

Once every event, you may reroll an result after a round, adding your new roll to your last. This reroll may not be used for critting, nor in finisher rounds (Highest roll gets the kill). This is to hopefully make sure that someone doesn’t end up failing at something they’re good at, keeping their fantasy intact.

Traits:

As promised, there will be a simple trait system implemented to help you distinguish yourself from the group. Upon entering the guild, you can pick from a list of traits a major and a minor trait. These traits are ones that will give you proficiencies for your rolls, so you give the team an edge personalized by your choices.

Major:

Major traits is the one your character is most proficient with. It will give you the biggest boon towards a activity you might do within roleplay like climbing, balance, lifting, athletics, or scrying. Whether it is a major or minor you get an proficiency in combat with certain kinds of weapons, that adds +x to your rolls, separate from roll protection. This bonus is added first.

Minor:

Minor traits are the same list of traits as the major one, but it will give a smaller bonus to your roll.

Your minor cannot be the same as your major trait, so that it widens the range of abilities your character might be capable of during an event. If it’s a puzzle that needs to be figured out, to keeping stamina up a tough hill, to strike hard on a obstruction in your path to get out of the way.

The dm will indicate after a raid warning if a trait is useable here, and can always be contacted to answer a question of when it can be utilized.

Recruitment:

When you’ve contacted me or Daera, we will try and arrange a ooc meeting with you and if we all think you’re a good fit, we can then discuss what characters you want to join with, which will lead into a loose interview where you will get the chance to socialize with the other members.

Contact:

If you wish to contact me about joining the guild, you are more then welcome to leave a reply on this thread or send a in-game mail to these characters listed below:

Crístana(Warrior) Cristäna(Hunter) (Alliance)

Miraldia (Alliance)

Slyvaria (Alliance)

Mortharin (Alliance)

Daeras (Alliance)

Silvianar (Horde)

Noviah (Horde)

You have my seal of approval

[Euronhaluja-argent-dawn]

what do we doo when we find da waay
what do we doo when we find da waay
what do we doo when we find da waaaay

WE BE SAILING TOOOO IT

hey hey, up we findin
hey hey, up we findin
hey hey, up we findin

do you know da waaaaay

legends has it were still finding the way, its this way, or that way! who knows what the true way is…

[Crístana-argent-dawn]

Travel Book Entry: 11th April

Dear book,

We’re back in Dornogal after a long journey. Since we’ve spoke last I went to Stormsong to find strange acting people, believing it to be one of the forces that haunts the lives of my friends. We arrived there to be faced by anger festering in the populace because of the results of the war and wanting a bit more then what had been given.

Not only that, but a shadow moved upon the horizon, a shadow that had taken my face, and people were beginning to grow weary of me. A shadow that has turned out to be Marric. Marric was a arathi who got stuck in a ritual, saving his apprentice from being the folly of his own mistake, I fear that marric is barely holding on in the mind of what I’ve come to call the Changeling. A new being in existance, it seems to take what form it requires, or look for information in people the way we’d read a book.

It’s now armed with information from thousands of years, and he is beginning to figure out that he can move and change the current order of the world into one he has established. I think he first is trying to figure out who he is, and then be whatever he wants to be. What he needs. But in the path of doing that, the changeling is endangering others, and have already warped several lives indefinetly. Even if his death is dissapointing, I think it is a necessary one.

In Stormsong we eventually found the leader of the cult that had spread across that land, riling people up into a rage, it was a former soldier, a man that had lost his brother in the war. I didn’t even know his name when I stood in a realm of darkness, half of my face bloodied staring towards his hulking form, the hulking form that was brought down.

The multitudes, the force that is pursueing us, terrorising these people, it had five facets to it, five people much like us, adventurers, maybe more because they were heroes of the world. They’ve been reduced to nothing but a hollow memory, the first one of her rage against the orcs and blood elves of helfire peninsula, the second in the misery we call war.

I wish it could all end. I wish I could be sick in peace of these demons, but I just can’t give up, it’s not in me.

That’s all for now book.

• Cristana Silverthorn.

[Vesp-argent-dawn]

Dear travel log,

And I suppose, anyone else reading this evidently public diary.

I have borrowed this book on previous occasions to gather insight into the adventures of my travelling companions. I suppose in the early days one could say I was being rather nosy, if anything else. Whilst I have certainly thought about adding my own thoughts alongside the other accounts within this text, admittedly I never quite knew what to jot down. It’s a funny irony; as a Confessor I always tell my charges to write a diary as an initial form of expression, as it will help them make clear their thoughts and potentially aid in understanding their internal struggles… and yet it is something that I rarely do myself. Perhaps it truly is as they say… easier said than done.

The last year travelling around the world has been wonderful, to put it simply. My lifestyle prior to this adventure had been safe and uneventful, though certainly not miserable; something simplistic and mundane, contained and isolated within the secure walls of an urban landscape. At home in Stormwind I mostly tended to my duties in the Cathedral, as well as helping my parents with the operation of their stores. Occasionally I’d be dragged along to a fancy event, where mother hoped I would find a man of high esteem to fall head over heels for - someone with titles, wealth, and ‘good genes’. It’s funny to think that my problems just a few years ago almost entirely revolved around evading strapping young men and dodging family expectations… Now all that I dodge and evade are hails of magic, arrows and many other things that wish to bring me harm. At least I can be thankful that mother forced me to learn to dance.

During my time in Boralus I encountered a great many things that were new to me, and it was there I felt I had first grasped the very concept of freedom. The restrictions of a demanding family were almost entirely lifted, I was no longer under the constant scrutiny of my parents. No one particularly cared that I was a member of the clergy either, it was refreshing to be judged on who I was as a person and what actions I took. It was there I finally made proper friends and not simple contacts, but it was also there that I encountered danger, vice and corruption - my initial glimpses into just how wicked the world can be. Boralus was a whirlwind of events both good and bad, and I think we’d need a whole different diary to explore that…

It was quite the daring step to finally leave the comfort of the cityscape and trade it for the exotic vistas and grand landscapes that one could have only previously imagined, but I am certainly glad to have taken that leap. So too am I glad that I have met some fine company; leaving my friends in Boralus to go off and find myself was probably the hardest decision I have ever made, and whilst I do terribly miss certain individuals, I am relieved that I was welcomed into this new fold with open arms. To my companions, who may one day read this entry, I say thank you… thank you for letting me into your chaotic and joyful world, thank you for your patience, your kindness and your support. And whilst we certainly may not agree on everything, please know that my concerns contain no malice, but only worry and care.

Together we have faced many great perils, numerous adversaries and the challenges they bring… and together, we have faced them down, we have risen above them, supported one another and even laughed through the pain. These are things that I, once a mere servant of the people, would never have thought I would be saying in any context. Even stranger, I dare say that I am looking forward to more exhilarating, adrenaline fuelled adventures… There is something to be said about how addicting the heat of the moment is, I now understand why so many brave souls choose this life.

For now, I will continue my duties to the best of my abilities… I will continue to serve the people across the land, I will continue to provide aid and counsel to strangers and friends alike, and I will most certainly continue to tell my own story.

May the Light watch over us, and guide us along our path.

Sister Tristane.

[Crístana-argent-dawn]

Travel Book Entry: 28th of May

Dear book,

We have left Azj-kahet behind. The Changeling has had several, changes happen to it over time. We’ve been told by the morphlings, no longer under their control, being led by Robel Sirsk now, that the essence of Marric Siegfried has gradually been removed from the pressence of the Changeling. It’s spotted his will to stop its natural instincts as a error, and gotten rid of him. Marric spoke to us through the morphlings, telling us that each one of them we save, is another part of his pressence kept alive.

Aliothe sent one of the morphlings to Northrend, and it’s apparently being taken care of by their grove. I have high hopes for that one, because it will be kindled in gentle hands into what I believe will be the flame that lights the path for the other ones. As for the changeling, it’s an echo of the void from Ahn’qiraj, mixed together with the vices of Robel Sirsk, his clamour for admiration. Daera wants to try and help him, so I’ll try to do so too.

We’re now in Stormheim after a long journey, and I’m happy to be in the open air. The sound of a bonfire, reminds me of when I told an assembly of my own kin a story from you book, in Astranaar. Telling others of the things we go through together, it makes me realize the depth in which I’ve found myself. I’m lucky to be in one piece.

We will be having a meeting today, where we will decide on our journey ahead, and what we wish to do, I hope everyone is as eager to travel as me. I’ll write to you again soon book. You’re my most loyal companion.

Cristana Silverthorn.

[Kellduril-argent-dawn]

Dear journal,

Yes, the world has finally gone mad. I am committing mine thoughts, or perhaps unhinged ravings, to a diary. A most unintimate one, in fact, as I suspect the entire realm will one day have a gander at the words I inscribe upon this paper. We’ve landed on the Broken Isles, made friends with new faces and voted upon a new destination-- Suramar. An ancient land, dear to my heart, for I spent most of the war against the Legion stationed here as part of the Rebellion. Shal’Aran had become a home far from home and the Shal’dorei my cousins and brothers in arms. How could they not be? Their plight was a facsimile of ours, their Nightwell torn from them. My heart swelled to be here once more, to see what this land I bled for looks like, absent war and chaos.

Yet, in a moment of silence, I caught my dearest of friends looking South, tears upon her cheeks. I did not understand at first. Her sorrows are many. Then I, too, looked up. I looked up and saw a beautiful, unobstructed night sky… and therein lied the problem. That beautiful night sky should not have been empty. A suffocating void was there instead of the City of Magic, another home far from home I did not cherish as well as I should have. Agony gripped me, then anger, yet they were nothing compared to the shame that followed. We put our lives on the line and fought through the same cobbled streets to get to the Chamber, to save our friends and our city. Yet I, unlike her, allowed myself to forget. Ever since we got to the Broken Isles, it should’ve been on my mind every day. My first glimpse into the outside of Quel’thalas, my first link to this wide, beautiful world that is so much larger than the borders of Eversong. Yet not once did I think of it until I realised my friend was still mourning it.

This specter of suffering has long loomed over us, dominating our every breath. Is it a bad omen that I’ve finally allowed myself to be distracted, to move on? Is it a sign that I am healing, or a source of shame, that I’ve forgotten? As I wait for dawn so that the others might rouse, I am left with this dilemma. Luckily, we have been given a new quarry, a Nathrezim and those unfortunate souls it might corrupt. I hope this proves a far less confusing matter. I long for a hunt, and the thrill that comes with it.

I am famished.

[Crístana-argent-dawn]

Travel Book Entry: 4th of July

Greetings book,

I’m running through papers for Cristana about the various incidents in Broken Isles that needed filing. I’ve jsut ran through the pages about the Suramar, where the Wayfinders found not one but two relatives to our very own captain, schism’d for thousands of years away from the kaldorei branch. That makes me interested in the possibilities of my own out there somewhere, but I’ve come to regret that fascination because, well my family largely regrets considering a part of the family in the first place.

They’re now in Azsuna, and the latest report is that a collection of satyr, lead by a darker demonic master, has shown their faces. The satyr seem to be nightborne that was forced into this life, and has given in to the ferocity of the transformation, perhaps first by being broken down in their will. The group encountered a very large one with an arbalest, a kind of large crossbow, it’s almost a hand held balista when its this big, who skewered Daera, though I’ve been told she walked it off.

This large individual, the Huntsman, seems to have been one of the dark nobles captains, he was certainly in charge of the other satyr there. I’ll file him under section B, for Dangerous individuals who are deceased.

I’ve got a lot more work to do now, so I better get it going.

• Valanar Bloodoar.

[Hieronimo-argent-dawn]

“They’re not big damn heroes.”

That’s what I told someone, once, when they asked about the folk I ride with (well, I walk. I can’t afford a decent horse).

And it’s true. We don’t set cities on fire or stand framed in the lamplight with a dragon’s skull at our feet. We don’t wear fancy uniforms, and we certainly don’t call the boss-lady “sir”. We don’t have bards writing songs about us (well — the rest of them usually don’t).

But I’ve seen them help a stranger bury her dead, no questions asked. I’ve watched them patch up wounds they didn’t cause. I’ve stood beside them while they fixed the things others broke not for gold, not for glory, just because it needed doing, and they were at hand to do it.

They’re the kind of people who leave a place a little better than they found it. Kinder. Safer. Warmer.

And maybe that’s the trick, really. Not being the hero; just doing the work. Day by day. Blade by blade. Kindness by kindness.

You don’t have to be famous to matter.
You don’t have to be a hero to bring hope.
You just have to show up.

So. If you’re tired of waiting for someone else to save the world; come give us a hand.
There’s always room beside the fire.

– Ro Hawkwood

[Gjallernjal-argent-dawn]

Travel Book Entry: 17th August

This book seems to hold a certain trust within the group, that we divulge out feelings, our hopes and our dreams. It is only fair that I, Arthur St Harper, take a turn in sharing.

It is a strange circumstance, to wake up in a time and a place so distant from my recent memories. Even more so to have found that someone else has lived my life. Even more again to find that that person is you, but not you. It’s taken from my freedom until now to come to terms with a great number of things. From losing my greatest treasure, a decade of my life and my freedom. But I have gained a group of comrades, a very strange set of comrades. To have awakened to people who say they know me, but the other me. How very strange…

I travel along with them. For their rough edges, they always reach out with an open hand to care for those around them, around us. I do my best to aid them, but at the same time, I take the time I can to learn about what I am now, what I have become. I have secured some aid to the Ghostlands, to chase my own ghosts.

For now, we remain here in Val’sharah. It’s very quiet here, one could finally find sleep…