---------- (( OOC )) ----------Selvarria's RPer and I were talking about wanting to RP more, since all of the Horde-side group's timezones are so scattered (and due to IC separation & conflict it's currently impossible for us to meet) - so I came up with the idea to sort of do a little RPing on the forums as well as in-game, when our schedules allow it! And since a lot of the OOC discussion in the group has been focused on the past and how the fall of Quel'Thalas changed so many aspects of their lives, I thought, "Hey, why not play more with this instead of just talking about it!" So, here we go:
This RP takes place shortly after the Scourge invaded Silvermoon - so you can only take part if your character was present in the aftermath. It's otherwise open to everyone - even people on different servers, or people who we've never RPed with before! Heck, even play a character that doesn't actually exist on your in-game roster, if you want. If you can justify your character being present, you are more than welcome to hop in and interact. The only requirement here is that you have fun doing whatever you do.
I know non-linear storytelling can be kind of awkward in RP, but listen. Don't worry about it, dude. If things need to be retconned, we have the power. Never be afraid to reach out OOC and say, "This isn't the direction I wanted this to go, let's take a couple steps back." And if there's a specific plan you have in mind, share it! There's no shame in a little scripting for something like this. Other than that, let's try and keep OOC chit-chat on the down-low in this thread. Don't want things getting too cluttered, now, do we?
(Also, don't worry about matching my reply length. I sometimes get a little wordier than I need to be.)
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The camp was alive with the sounds of the living, all chittering and chattering and filling Lys's head with words until it almost hurt. But it was a welcome reprieve to the numbing silence that had fallen over the desolation behind the city walls. She could still see the spires of Silvermoon in the distance. She never wanted to see them again. It was too unnerving, to be so close to a place of such horror and death. 'Seeing Silvermoon now makes me home-sick,' she thought idly to herself. 'In that I'm sick of seeing home.'
Pain. Pain brought her attention back to where she was, instead of where she used to be. Even in spite of her burns and bandages, that horrible gash in her side still refused to stop bleeding. The Farstriders who rescued her had brought her to the medical tents, where healers worked tirelessly to mend the wounds of injured rangers... Or simply ease their passing, as Lysarra grimly realized. Still, the idea that anyone could heal anyone was rather amazing to her. The Light didn't aid those who didn't hold faith in it. What sort of elf could hold on to their faith, with Quel'Thalas so broken and bloody?
She supposed she was about to find out. As soon as someone noticed she wasn't just here to take a nap, and actually needed some help.
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In the Ashes of Silvermoon - RP Thread
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Selvarria was in her tent finishing patching up a wounded Farstrider and as she finished she turned her attention back to packing a bag with some supplies that she might need when entering the city, as she exited her tent she saw how much wounded there still was around but her mind was set "Ill go back into that Hell and ill find them...I know I will the light most had protected them.." She said to her self quietly but didn't stop a nearby ranger from hearing it and turning to her "You are going back into the city?! Are you made girl?!" He said to her "Maybe I am..maybe not but im going in there one way or another, Ill find my parents and ill bring them back with me..I have faith.." She said back to him quickly.
The ranger sighed seeing it was pointless "Good luck in there then..." He said to her as she noded to him, Selvarria noticed a wounded elf and walked up to her "No one has yet fixed that young? Cant blame them with all of this mess..Here let me see what I can do" She said as she droped her back on the floor and turned to the elf with her hands already glowing bright.
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Lysarra watched the woman approach, but didn't speak for a lengthy moment. She was content to just lie back, remember how to breathe, feel as her pain numbed and her flesh slowly mended. She'd been healed before - once she took a nasty tumble off a tree and her father called upon the Light to wash away her scrapes and bruises - and knew it only as... an unpleasant experience. It felt unnatural and strange. But, well, she couldn't really complain in good conscience. It was certainly necessary now.
The young, injured elf regarded her nurse with some scrutiny. Dark hair, bright eyes, pale skin... She looked healthy and whole. Lys, on the other hand, had seen what the city had done to her, startling herself with passing glimpses into mirrors and broken glass on the streets. Matted hair, sleepless eyes, dirty skin... It was almost as if they were foils of one another. One had been through hell, and the other was stuck witnessing it, taking care of whatever scraps and shells the rangers dragged back for her to take care of. At least Lys only ever needed to take care of herself. That was easier, she thought.
"...How's it lookin', doc?" she asked quietly, in a voice that had grown quiet and strained after so many days and weeks of disuse. "Think I'll ever be able to go to the beach again?" Of course, there was only so much healing the Light could bestow. She was already aware she'd bear the scars of Silvermoon to the end of her days. The humor was simply to mask the horror. Laughter was the best medicine, or so she'd heard.
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Selvarria smiled a bit, even tho it was hard with everything that was going on. "Well good news you wont bleed to death, bad new is that your going to have a scar..so I'd say the beach would be a no go if you want to look good" She giggled lightly followed by a sigh, she wanted go into the city as quickly as possible but she knew her duty was to tend the wounded no matter what despite looking at the road and even at the city far away with hopes.
After a while Selvarria had finished healing the wound as best she could and before she send the elf to away more inside the camp she closed her eyes for a few good seconds and said "When im done, could you please inform the others that ill be gone for sometimes? I heading into the city to see if I can find my parents...I have hopes they might still be alive somewhere despite seeing how many of you arrive in such state..." Selvarria shaked as she said that, she didn't know for sure what she would find in there but she had to know and she had to make sure no matter what.
"If I dont return..Heh..Just another one causing you trouble, Ill try not to bite" She said with a forced smile as she picked her bag up and turned her attention to the spires of the city.
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"Nonsense." A commanding females voice attempted to interrupt Selvarria's intentions. A messy haired woman stood behind the two. A cut on her lower lip, her pale complexion and dried blood smeared across her forehead made her look almost like one of the newly risen. "You're help is needed here. You're parents will have to wait. Im sure if they are held up in the city somewhere,... " She offered some hope though her facial expressions did not change. "they wouldn't want you risking yourself searching for them before things settled. Imaging how guilt ridden they would feel if they learned their daughter fell looking for them." Her tone took a turn as if to make Selvarria feel guilty enough to stay.
The messy haired woman folded her arms. "Besides, the city is off limits. You can't even get near the main gate, trust me on this one."Edited: February 16, 2016
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"But ma'am..I know I can do it, the light will protect me on the way in and out and I promisse you Ill find them and bring them back!" Selvarria was feeling guilty but she still insisted. "You seem like you can fight pretty well..Escort me to the main gate or to any possible way of getting inside and Ill handle the rest..I promisse."
Selvarria sighed and shaked hoping to the light to protect anyone both inside the city and out.
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A hand raised as if to silence Selvarria's innocent ignorance with some tough love, though her glare through tightly shut eyes betrayed her attempt at kindness. "You're not in your right mind. Im sure you two have been through a lot." She glanced over at the small girl being taken care of by Selvarria. "But leaving now, even with the lights protection will only get you killed."She rubbed her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, stared at the crimson smudge and the bit her lip in between speaking. "Im going to be blunt with you, I take it both of you have seen the shambling horrors walking around?"
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Lysarra didn't have much to say on the matter of entering the hell that was once Silvermoon. Well, nothing aside from sardonic laughter and bitter sneers. "The Light's protection?" she asked mockingly, feeling as though the very idea of it might make her sick. "Look around you, priestess! What protection has the Light afforded our people? Quel'Thalas is DEAD! By all means, step inside Silvermoon and see our kingdom's corpse, rotting and falling apart as it is!"
Ooh, getting all worked up like that really put the pain in her sides. Even with a little healing, she wasn't 100%. Clutching her waist with a scowl, she leaned back in her bed and huffed a haughty sigh. "...I only just got out. And here you are, trying your hardest to get back in. Hilarious..." So she said, but no one was laughing.
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Selvarria turned to the elf with slight anger in her face "Maybe it didn't offer much but it DID prevent you and many other from bleeding to death! It's not with that attitude that is going to keep us alive out here now is it? Consider your self lucky." Selvarria contained her self as much she could trying to regain her composure "Besides I have a good reason to go inside even if it's a suicide mission, I understand the hell you been in, we all sufferd as much as you did in all of this" She gave her faint smile and sighed "Sorry for the outburst.."
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An eyebrow raised as she stared at the younger elf for only a moment before turning to the assumed priestess: "She hit her head?"
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After a moment of concern, the woman is called over by a small party in the short distance. A man with long white hair is waving her over, presumably a farstrider as another brunette male seems to complain, holding his left arm which appears to be wounded but already bandaged.
" 'scuse me..." She turns and heads towards them with the parting words of. "Light bless you..." to the priestess. Then she looks specifically towards the younger elf... "both."Edited: February 16, 2016
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Lys wanted to get snippy with the both of them - the priestess for the nonsensical mission ("By all means, kill yourself!"), the ranger for the nonsensical question ("Go ahead, ask HER about MY wounds!") - but she was just so exhausted. Her ordeal weighed heavily on her, making her look almost 30 years older than she actually was. 98 was a young age for an elf to survive the fall of her homeland. It was little wonder she was so upset with the world.
But there was one thing she wouldn't let slip her by.
"The Light didn't save me any more than it killed everyone else in that damn city," she muttered, closing her eyes and trying to relax. "I saved myself. The Light didn't conjure the fire that blasted down my enemies, I did. The Light didn't bandage my wounds or burn them shut, I did..." Falling quiet for a moment, she turned away and sighed, "Don't ignore my own strength, my own will to survive to give praise to a Holy Light that's long since abandoned me. Don't insult me like that..."
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"No...No it didn't forsake you...It seems like YOU have forsaken the light! Has you can see I still believe in it and it still answers my call! You might had survived on your own but that was nothing but blind luck! Look around you..You think all of these could survive with just bandages? Half of them would be dead of it wasn't for us! So don't be to quick when insulting the holy light like that!" Selvarria since young was a strong follower of the light, her entire line was and she never accepted such things like that.
She looked carefully at the elf "So, what do you have say now huh?!" she said with a heavy hint of annoyance in her voice.
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((Bish! Zhats char controlling, but hint taken as this seems vaguely familiar.))
The brunette male curses under his breath as she'd approach. His arm bandaged but still, he keeps presure on the blood soakes cloth. His face is pale and drained of almost all color. Even his bloodshot eyes seem pale and almost purple. His anger however, is quite alive. He grits his teeth, continuing to cuss and spit every few moments until finally a tooth flies into the dirt. Though clearly there is a quiver on his back, his bow is no where to be seen. Likely never again to be held as he once could...
As the messy haired female approaches however, his bickering quell and he bites his tongue as he looks to his partner, searching for words that could somehow improve their sorry situarion.
((Gonna keep an eye on this in the background.))
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((Welp, that's my que.))
A slender white eyebrow raised as a smug expression formed onto his handsome mug. "Don't worry..." Tristyn barely glanced at Sylvannar but could tell he was staring at him. Who wouldn't stare at him? -He'd arrogantly think as he wiped the fresh cut on the bridge of his nose and fix his gaze onto the Crimson smudge on the back of his hand. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed in anger realizing someone... or rather; one of those 'things' had managed to touch his beautiful face. His lips contorted into a grimace as his sister got closer. Close enough to hear...
"I won't tell her you capped your pants..."
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"I'll take blind luck over blind faith any day," Lys muttered bitterly. But she left it there. Getting too excited was the last thing she needed right now. "...You haven't seen what it's like in there, priestess. You've only seen what that city chews up and spits out..."
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