Post by AuxAsh on Feb 15, 2008 12:00:01 GMT
Username:
Aux-Ash (to be created after an approval)
How you heard about us:
WoW-Europe Roleplaying forum
Previous roleplaying experience:
Been playing tabletop roleplaying games for 10 years, mostly as a gamemaster/storyteller.
Also very active member of the Defias Brotherhood rp-community.
Mild experience with forum based roleplaying games.
Is involved in a project to create a roleplaying game with a few friends.
Roleplaying example:
A howling wind swept across the lands, cold as the hand of death itself. Tugging in torn clothing and ruined banners, as if it tried to get the fallen to rise.
The dead was covering the fields as far as the eye could see, in the distance faint cries of agony and fear as life was faltering. The once proud men were now broken, all will to fight gone. Replaced by naught but pain and suffering.
Among the corpses Juan was carefully treading, choosing each step with great care. To slip would mean to land on a dead brother, and he was not too keen on that. He stopped and raised his sleeve in an attempt to dry the blood running down into his eyes, that gash on his brow wa becoming more of a problem with each passing minute. And that is not even mentioning the burning sensation or the pain.
He caught a glimpse of is reflection on the breastplate of a fallen rider, his black hair soaked in the crimson colour of blood. But the eyes... they were not the same. They were brown, yes. And hade the same size, the same low eyebrows and the same depth. But that was not it. No... there was something else. If it is true that the eyes were the windows of the soul then it must be that which have changed. Horrified he took a step away, almost tripping on a rotting horse.
With the reflection gone he looked around. He knew it was somewhere around here, somewhere in this sea of the dead. He had to get it, without it there was no return possible.
With a heavy sigh he resumed his voyage. Dreading that he would have to spend the night here. Alone. Among the dead.
Aux-Ash (to be created after an approval)
How you heard about us:
WoW-Europe Roleplaying forum
Previous roleplaying experience:
Been playing tabletop roleplaying games for 10 years, mostly as a gamemaster/storyteller.
Also very active member of the Defias Brotherhood rp-community.
Mild experience with forum based roleplaying games.
Is involved in a project to create a roleplaying game with a few friends.
Roleplaying example:
A howling wind swept across the lands, cold as the hand of death itself. Tugging in torn clothing and ruined banners, as if it tried to get the fallen to rise.
The dead was covering the fields as far as the eye could see, in the distance faint cries of agony and fear as life was faltering. The once proud men were now broken, all will to fight gone. Replaced by naught but pain and suffering.
Among the corpses Juan was carefully treading, choosing each step with great care. To slip would mean to land on a dead brother, and he was not too keen on that. He stopped and raised his sleeve in an attempt to dry the blood running down into his eyes, that gash on his brow wa becoming more of a problem with each passing minute. And that is not even mentioning the burning sensation or the pain.
He caught a glimpse of is reflection on the breastplate of a fallen rider, his black hair soaked in the crimson colour of blood. But the eyes... they were not the same. They were brown, yes. And hade the same size, the same low eyebrows and the same depth. But that was not it. No... there was something else. If it is true that the eyes were the windows of the soul then it must be that which have changed. Horrified he took a step away, almost tripping on a rotting horse.
With the reflection gone he looked around. He knew it was somewhere around here, somewhere in this sea of the dead. He had to get it, without it there was no return possible.
With a heavy sigh he resumed his voyage. Dreading that he would have to spend the night here. Alone. Among the dead.
