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I’ll keep this one brief because the context is really bad but it was during the Keti Caravan saga and it involves a vulpera, an arakkoa and ‘eggs’
I think that’s all that needs said for those who know.
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Me and some other gamers once decided it’d be fun to set up an ogre toll stop along Duskwood’s main road, alongside the ogre mound of Vul’gol on the way to Raven Hill.
5-7 ogres, depending on what day we did it on, just charging a pittance in their ultimate moneymaking scheme, all the while killing and eating wildlife along the road. A sizeable force to contend with, one might say. And surprisingly, some of Duskwood actually agreed!
We did this across a few different days and, generally, it was an alright enough time, aside from people who had the epic schemes of trying to get our ogres to relocate to the road south to Stranglethorn where no one ever goes and we’d get 0 RP ever.
Until one fateful day where the legendary entity history shall only know as ‘revolver elf’ showed up. See, I’m not really a huge fan of rolls myself, I think they tend to stifle the flow of RP a bit, but they insisted and in fairness we were the gang of ogres accosting people in the road. Fair enough. I’m an accommodating guy, really.
And so the fight went on, with revolver elf whipping out fel-poisoned daggers that were sure to kill someone after four hours and void-infused revolver rounds along the way, with a sprinkle of mounting up mid-RP to mog that floating dagger backpiece from Revendreth because she decided to pull that power out of her backside on the spot.
All the while, rolls were still going vaguely okay. Until at one point (we rolled to 20s btw) I rolled a 20 against which she defended with a 1. That would surely kill an elf, or at the very least put her out of commission, right? An ogre greatsword swung against someone’s utterly failed defense, that must be the end of the fight one way or another!
Anyway, she walked it off with a slight cut on her shoulder. I was annoyed but, you know, fine. I guess we’re not doing crits? Sure thing.
Fast forward a bit, just imagine more of the above happening for a while, and she rolls an 18 against my own 1. My ogre takes a nasty hit, and I make sure to make it clear that it’s a dire wound indeed.
Then I get angry comments in party chat about how he should have died there, and how we can just slap on a different name and start over, as though the ogres we played weren’t characters but just disposable cardboard cutouts for her to epicly own.
I make clear that our ogres are very much player characters just like her own, and that if ours are disposable surely hers is too. Then she starts saying we’re just getting defensive and I decided to boot her from the party and end the RP with her there.
Fortunately for the rest of the gang at the time they had more fun opponents than what I was stuck with, generally, but it sure killed my drive to even bother.
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How dare you not die for her main character. Don’t you know you are just ab NPC in their story?
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sucked real hard because the previous rp was really good lol, my character was basically dead to rights and was only a sheer stroke of luck that they got away
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As a short sidenote, this is the sort of stories and roleplay I love to see and hear with special races like Ogres instead of them sitting in a tavern in SW or Orgrimmar.
Go out and use them in the way that makes sense in the world+add a bit of flavor to zones! Very cool iniative.
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People equate the volume of their TRP to the significance of their character.
If you do not have two paragraphs in all five glances, a novel in your About, a voice claim, a character soundtrack, 2TB of art, 6 self-given titles and 23 arbitrary personality trait sliders, clearly your character is not worth as much.
YOU are an accessory in THEIR story.
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“Theme song: Insert title here-Two steps from Hell.”
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Theme song: skillet - monster
bonus points if it’s on a rogue, a DK, a male worgen, or a combination of all three
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That sounds psychotic, lmao. Thanks for sharing.
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Shout out to the one champ who got gonked over the head by my ogre’s fist with a cartoon sound effect, and they emoted a cartoonish lump growing out of their head and little birds swirling around their head
They understood the assignment
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Here’s another one that’s RELATIVELY recent (I don’t RP much no more).
This was when Dracthyr had become playable. Me and a friend of mine were playing excited Dragonmaw orcs who were gushing about the idea of going to the Dragon Isles to hunt REAL dragons once again.
We were then horrified at the aspect, that half-dragon freaks were walking around Orgrimmar, and had APPARENTLY been allowed to join the Horde. So until the Dragon Isles actually became playable, we’d go around Orgrimmar like a couple of 1960s greasers, dunking and berating every Dracthyr we saw.
Now, mind you, the Dracthyr players actually enjoyed it quite a lot, sending us whispers about how they enjoy the idea and the RP.
Enter Modern Dragonmaw Orc. Now, I will preface this by saying there’s nothing wrong with RPing a Dragonmaw Orc who has changed their ways (even though you are a total clan traitor scab, just saying). We started chatting them up, talking about how it’s great that the dragons are being rediscovered, and how we can’t WAIT go go kill them again.
This prompts the boy to start berating us as FALSE Dragonmaw Orcs, talking about how we’re dishonorable and how dragons are people and dracthyr are friends, etc. Now, this is all fine, but then when we rebuke saying that we’ve been killing dragons on Azeroth for YEARS, they open up Wowpedia and start citing entire passages from the Dragonmaw Clan article, copy-pasting the original history of the Draenor Dragonmaw Clan, where dragons didn’t exist.
Naturally, we rebuttled with how that doesn’t matter, because neither of them were born on Draenor, and their culture is based on the one established on Azeroth. They continued to cite Wowpedia, telling us what the clan name means verbatim as it’s said on Wowpedia, and eventually we just parted un-amicably IC.
The horror was that we had to wait for the man to copy-paste entire paragraphs of Wowpedia lore, rather than telling us his own IC thoughts. I shudder and blink, taking a sip of the juice so I can FORGET.
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I remember that one. Said Dragonmaw orc also was wowpedia quoting at you as he was fighting a duel.
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It’s a bit of a weird story where everyone is a little at fault.
I was a member of a guild that had just run a successful event, with a few prizes being distributed amongst the participants as a result of the event. One member of the guild played a blacksmith who managed to loot a crate of Empyrium ore, granted by the officer who ran the event. Since it was an unfamiliar ore, the blacksmith didn’t know how to make use of it, so my character offered to help them investigate, in exchange for a weapon crafted from the material.
Over the course of a couple of weeks, the two characters questioned various other player-characters about Empyrium in an effort to discover how to work it, only to find out that the condensed blood of Sargeras was required in order to refine it. Our characters, along with the rest of the guild, were Mag’har with every reason to distrust anything to do with the fel, so they took a lot of different precautions to avoid corruption as they gathered the Primal Sargerite.
After a lot of effort, an Empyrium weapon was created, which my character wielded. The guild leader noticed the weapon when the guild next gathered and asked how it made. My character happened to mention the blood of Sargeras in front of an officer’s character (the same officer who ran the original event that was the source of the Empyrium ore), who was outraged that my character or the blacksmith would dare to tamper with anything so heavily corrupted by fel energy.
The officer’s character broke the Empyrium weapon over their knee and booted both my character and the blacksmith from the guild. The blacksmith tried to dispute this with a duel, which resulted in the death of that character.
As for my character, I retired them on the spot and never went in-character with them again. When I spoke with someone else from that guild a while later and they asked what happened to my character, I figured that they probably died in battle against the Alliance shortly after being kicked out.
It was an in-character conflict born of an in-character misunderstanding that was resolved entirely in-character without any out-of-character arguments whatsoever, so I’m not sure if it really qualifies as a “horror story,” but it was just a weird chain of events that felt unsatisfactory to me.
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Huh, I wonder who those Ogre RPers are. I bet they’re really cool guys. Gosh, I wish I knew their names… 
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Rather than regale you another tale of innocent RP turned lewd in front of a live audience I shall tell you a tale.
Once upon a time (in a galaxy far, far away) I found myself in a peculiar situation of managing a group of people. In this group there was a person I shall call Turk who wanted a lot of attention and often made stories around themselves and their character to facilitate this. There was also another person henceforth called Persian who kind of just wanted to do their own thing apart from the group.
For some reason, Turk and Persian came to a disagreement over who did what and said what to whom, not by a dramatic falling out or public disagreement mid-event but rather through mutual hearsay; both convinced that the other had slighted them and called them names when they most certainly had not.
I knew this because both Turk and Persian were my friends who told me a lot about themselves, their thoughts and troubles. I did my best to listen and soon it became obvious that both were wrong and had misunderstood one another’s views and the events around their disagreement.
Unfortunately neither would now talk to the other, convinced they were each out to destroy one another and that no amount of talking would fix anything. Brought to a point of exhaustion I set my mind to urge them to confront the issue with a sober mind and pointing out how this was all a misunderstanding, drawing upon all the examples they had given so freely. I sincerely and passionately urged them to reconcile their differences with the full shared knowledge of how this all had come about and how there was no more point to it.
Both Turk and Persian ultimately recognised that they’d been wrong about the other but refused to apologise for anything nor let go of their mutual hatred built on nothing but air because it was now the reason they were even engaging. It had become their very identity set apart from each other. Too much bad blood had become its own issue to deal with and neither wanted to expend the time and effort to return to normalcy.
Thus endeth the lesson.
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Years ago I was taking my first steps into RP in WoW ever, after a pretty long few years away from the game as is. Vulpera were recently added in by then, and I was playing mine; the next to no lore the race has was pretty comfy for a returning player / roleplay beginner like me. Blank slate with little in ways of errors you can make, unless you screw up spectacularly. (Which as we’ve noticed a huge percentage of the players of the race ended up doing in the years since, but I digress)
Along came this vulpera guy, who from the getgo was very transparent about being into my character - uncomfortably so, so I kind of sandbagged that part of the interaction entirely. He ended up introducing me to the guild I’m rolling with to this day.
Here on in, the guy would kinda become insufferable when my character was present, in the same weirdly obsessive way, so at the first opportunity I just let them know (ICly, naturally) that it’s not gonna work out, as my character did not swing that way.
The guy promptly became sad drunk at every opportunity he got, making sure I was in earshot when he was crying about getting rejected, and would, on more than one occasion, ask others if they could change him into a woman so they could ‘trick my character into liking them’. (Sometimes also while I was in earshot, or directly in front of them)
Eventually, the guy just completely vanished. He became inactive in the guild and was kicked out for it, having gone radio silent entirely. Then some months later someone found his naked corpse on a bed in the Goldshire Inns upper floor and posted screenshots in our Discord to show.
This (and another instance with yet another weirdo vulpera player who would become so scarily obsessive and entitled OOC that I’m not comfortable delving into details to date) were important lessons for me in how to NOT play the race.
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If you want absolute rock bottom from me, then it’s got to be the time I was walking down the street in the Mage Quarter only to have someone emote that they inappropriately touch my character. Me, realizing that you can’t really get through to coomers, threw them on ignore and went about my day. Easy stuff, right?
Nah. The guy took it extremely personally and OOC contacted his friends in a guard guild to come and execute me in the middle of the street for turning down his advances. So along the guards came, armed with overly gorey forcekill emotes (because of course). I ignored that too, but goodness. That was creepy and weird. Fortunately he, and that guild, are long gone. May they forever burn their tongues on hot drinks and stub their toes.
Since the whole SA topic can, understandably, be uncomfortable for some, I’ll try to balance it out with a funnier one. This was bad, but it wasn’t gross bad, it was more just funny bad.
So I’m sitting with a friend in a tavern, talking to my character’s closest friend. They’re inseparable, we made them at the same time, levelled them together and it was all around simple fun. In walks Dating Sim Andy, who sits right next to my friend. This could have been an interesting interaction for both of us, but when I say he totally ignored me, I don’t mean the character did some funny emotes about disregarding my presence and getting some… you know, cooperation in that cooperative writing exercise. His only focus was showing his complete lack of rizz with my friend, even when she’d say, “I’m actually talking to her.”
A few minutes of this go on and my friend’s character is showing no interest while this guy pulls all the “I learned dating strats from anime” moves on my friend. So my character gets up, and orders the vilest swill (verbatim) from the barkeep who, having noticed what I was up to, gladly obliges.
Cue Gigachad the Barkeep writing an extensive emote about how gross the drink is and adding a glob of snot, passing it to me, who passes it to my friend. Who throws it onto the Rizz Lord.
There’s a few moments of silence and then my whisper tab blows up with claims that I’ve “ruined his chances” and that I should go RP elsewhere. I just keep laughing because my friend showed zero interest. Bro thought he was playing a dating sim or he thought he was playing Skyrim and thought all he needed to do was equip an amulet of Mara.
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Two word horror story: Scourge roleplayers.
(Specifically referring to the ones in major cities. Obvs there are some very good Scourge RPers, I’m sure.)
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I recalled another story! Not quite a horror story, but a little questionable.
Back during my Sha’tar days there was a chap who titled himself “Sheriff of Stormwind”. Not as bad as you might think. Generally, he was accepted by the community as some sort of role playing peace keeper, he didn’t try to arrest or execute anyone, just came in and broke up fights, chastised you, that sort of thing. He even had shop names memorised, so if you asked for directions, he’d give you actual in game directions to a shop! Neat.
He began to overstep his bounds a little, however, when Death Knights were introduced. He insisted on taking them back to ‘his’ office, the building that is now the barber in Stormwind, where he’d interview them. The questions were generally okay, what’s your name, were you with the Alliance or Argent Dawn, how’d you die, fairly… mundane and alright. Most folks went along with it because he generally had a good rep.
But he started asking folks for references. ‘Can anyone in the city vouch for you? Do you have an old employer or guid master who can vouch for you?’
I overheard one interview where one of the Death Knights paused and then said “I have a previous employer.” to which the Sheriff was delighted. He was less so delighted when his address was ‘1 Frozen Throne, Icecrown Citadel’, name The Lich King.
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