Notches ((RP Story))
Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 3:46 am
As some of those who frequent the RP forums know, my two main WoW RP characters are my goblins, Glix and Karzix. I've recently felt inspired to write out their backstories, and, well, that's what this thread is for. No guarantees on writing quality - It's been a while since I've written a story.
Basically, it's going to be a bit about my two character's pasts and how they met. I... have no idea how long this is going to be. Guess we'll find out.
The first few parts are centered around Karzix fairly early in his life - the first part is when he's about... fourteen or so? The second planned part (Which will probably be up in a day or so) would be when he's around seventeenish. And I'll see where I go from there. Copious amounts of angst angst angst angst angst for the first little bit, but I promise I'll try to lighten up in future parts. >_>
And for those used to how I roleplay Karzix - I'm dropping the accent for both easier reading and writing and the fact that accent is viewed as normal speech by goblins. Just in case it throws you off, haha.
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"How late is he?"
"Like, thirty minutes."
"Man, he is so dead." One of the young goblins stood on tiptoe, trying to peer down the street.
"See him?"
"Nope."
"Maybe he just decided not to come because it'd be pointless? I mean, why come if -"
"Oh, hey! There he is!" The pair leaned to the side, trying to spot the boy they were looking for. A few disgruntled sounds floated up from the crowd in the street as a small goblin boy pushed his way past, gasping and panting. He stumbled up to the other two boys, pausing to lean against the wall and catch his breath.
"Why did you come?" One of the other two stared at him in disbelief. "You're just gonna get hauled out."
"I know, I know." He straightened, quickly brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. "But I still need to... get..." He froze when he noticed the two other boys gawking at him.
"What happened to your eye, Karzix?" The other finally blurted out. "Wow, that's one heck of a shiner. How did you get it?" The pair leaned forward eagerly as Karzix swallowed, his ears slowly swiveling backward. His anxious expression was wiped away, replaced with one of triumph as he proudly puffed out his little chest.
"Oh, this? Just a fight is all." He flinched as he was promptly bombarded with questions, his bravado fading. He stuttered, trying to answer them as they ranged from "Who was it?!" to "Did you beat them?!" The trio's heads snapped up at the sound of a sharp whistle.
"You three! Get back to work, now!" An older goblin snapped, causing the three boys to fall silent. He paused when he set eyes on Karzix, squinting. "You. Come with me."
Karzix swallowed, giving the other two a panicked look. They paid him no heed, walking away and whistling a funeral tune for him. Karzix glowered after them, wincing as the bigger goblin gave him a cuff upside the head and growled at him to follow.
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"So. What's your excuse this time?" A middle aged, pinched-faced goblin glared down at the boy standing in front of his desk. Karzix was silent, his eyes cast downward. He mumbled something and the older goblin let out a growl. "For gold's sake, boy, speak up and look at me." He drummed his fingers on his desk, the rhythmic tapping echoing in the otherwise silent room. Karzix finally looked up.
"I was... in a fight." He finally said, rubbing the back of his neck. The other goblin peered at the boy's black eye, frowning.
"Congratulations. If you were intelligent, you would have realized that losing a fight and therefore losing your job isn't in your best interests."
"How do you know I lost?" Karzix retorted hotly before going silent, staring down at the ground. The older goblin gave him a sour look, raising his eyebrows at the boy's small, thin frame.
"You're scrawny enough to hide behind a fencepost, boy."
"Makes me a smaller target, sir. Harder to hit." The other goblin blinked, then let out a loud laugh. He stopped when he caught a glimmer of hope in Karzix's face.
"Don't think amusing me is going to make you keep your job." He snorted at Karzix's crestfallen expression. "You've wasted enough of my time. Get out."
"B-but, sir! What about -"
"Let me guess... your pay?" The older goblin's face twisted into a snarl. Karzix didn't move at his withering glare, stubbornly staying put. The goblin stood up, his chair letting out a screech as it scraped against the floor. He stomped out of the room for a few moments, then reappeared and threw a small sack at the boy. "There. Get out."
Karzix scrambled to catch the bag, gripping it tightly as he dashed out the door. His ex-boss let out a chuckle once he had disappeared, shaking his head. "Stupid boy."
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The stupid boy had realized his mistake when he was a block away. He stopped, looking down at the little bag clutched in his hands. He slowly opened it, staring down with disbelief. Instead of silver coins like there should be, there was only a handful of some mere copper coins. He poured them out onto his palm, counting them over and over is some desperate hope that they would all add up to what he needed. His shoulders sagged and he thrust the coins back into the bag, glancing up at the sky. The faded ball that was the sun struggled to shine through the smog, its position high in the sky. Karzix looked back down at his meager pay, enclosing it in his fist and setting a determined expression on his face. He had time. Maybe he could get enough money by tonight? Encouraged by this thought, he trudged on.
Basically, it's going to be a bit about my two character's pasts and how they met. I... have no idea how long this is going to be. Guess we'll find out.
The first few parts are centered around Karzix fairly early in his life - the first part is when he's about... fourteen or so? The second planned part (Which will probably be up in a day or so) would be when he's around seventeenish. And I'll see where I go from there. Copious amounts of angst angst angst angst angst for the first little bit, but I promise I'll try to lighten up in future parts. >_>
And for those used to how I roleplay Karzix - I'm dropping the accent for both easier reading and writing and the fact that accent is viewed as normal speech by goblins. Just in case it throws you off, haha.
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"How late is he?"
"Like, thirty minutes."
"Man, he is so dead." One of the young goblins stood on tiptoe, trying to peer down the street.
"See him?"
"Nope."
"Maybe he just decided not to come because it'd be pointless? I mean, why come if -"
"Oh, hey! There he is!" The pair leaned to the side, trying to spot the boy they were looking for. A few disgruntled sounds floated up from the crowd in the street as a small goblin boy pushed his way past, gasping and panting. He stumbled up to the other two boys, pausing to lean against the wall and catch his breath.
"Why did you come?" One of the other two stared at him in disbelief. "You're just gonna get hauled out."
"I know, I know." He straightened, quickly brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. "But I still need to... get..." He froze when he noticed the two other boys gawking at him.
"What happened to your eye, Karzix?" The other finally blurted out. "Wow, that's one heck of a shiner. How did you get it?" The pair leaned forward eagerly as Karzix swallowed, his ears slowly swiveling backward. His anxious expression was wiped away, replaced with one of triumph as he proudly puffed out his little chest.
"Oh, this? Just a fight is all." He flinched as he was promptly bombarded with questions, his bravado fading. He stuttered, trying to answer them as they ranged from "Who was it?!" to "Did you beat them?!" The trio's heads snapped up at the sound of a sharp whistle.
"You three! Get back to work, now!" An older goblin snapped, causing the three boys to fall silent. He paused when he set eyes on Karzix, squinting. "You. Come with me."
Karzix swallowed, giving the other two a panicked look. They paid him no heed, walking away and whistling a funeral tune for him. Karzix glowered after them, wincing as the bigger goblin gave him a cuff upside the head and growled at him to follow.
---
"So. What's your excuse this time?" A middle aged, pinched-faced goblin glared down at the boy standing in front of his desk. Karzix was silent, his eyes cast downward. He mumbled something and the older goblin let out a growl. "For gold's sake, boy, speak up and look at me." He drummed his fingers on his desk, the rhythmic tapping echoing in the otherwise silent room. Karzix finally looked up.
"I was... in a fight." He finally said, rubbing the back of his neck. The other goblin peered at the boy's black eye, frowning.
"Congratulations. If you were intelligent, you would have realized that losing a fight and therefore losing your job isn't in your best interests."
"How do you know I lost?" Karzix retorted hotly before going silent, staring down at the ground. The older goblin gave him a sour look, raising his eyebrows at the boy's small, thin frame.
"You're scrawny enough to hide behind a fencepost, boy."
"Makes me a smaller target, sir. Harder to hit." The other goblin blinked, then let out a loud laugh. He stopped when he caught a glimmer of hope in Karzix's face.
"Don't think amusing me is going to make you keep your job." He snorted at Karzix's crestfallen expression. "You've wasted enough of my time. Get out."
"B-but, sir! What about -"
"Let me guess... your pay?" The older goblin's face twisted into a snarl. Karzix didn't move at his withering glare, stubbornly staying put. The goblin stood up, his chair letting out a screech as it scraped against the floor. He stomped out of the room for a few moments, then reappeared and threw a small sack at the boy. "There. Get out."
Karzix scrambled to catch the bag, gripping it tightly as he dashed out the door. His ex-boss let out a chuckle once he had disappeared, shaking his head. "Stupid boy."
---
The stupid boy had realized his mistake when he was a block away. He stopped, looking down at the little bag clutched in his hands. He slowly opened it, staring down with disbelief. Instead of silver coins like there should be, there was only a handful of some mere copper coins. He poured them out onto his palm, counting them over and over is some desperate hope that they would all add up to what he needed. His shoulders sagged and he thrust the coins back into the bag, glancing up at the sky. The faded ball that was the sun struggled to shine through the smog, its position high in the sky. Karzix looked back down at his meager pay, enclosing it in his fist and setting a determined expression on his face. He had time. Maybe he could get enough money by tonight? Encouraged by this thought, he trudged on.