RP Hunter Stories!

[Aweena]

rigth here goes :

While a youngling in Darnassus Nicolin always knew she was diffrent than a normal Elf always enjoying the daytime more than nigth and always seeking the sun all this aside she grew exalted with her kin and started training as a hunter her first love was a cat she named moonshine trying to fit in with the nigth elfs she had always know,
a loong time passed and once nicolin came off age she traveled out in the world seeking adventure having fun with alliance and growing in knowledge she reatched exalted with many factions during her adventures gaining prices and mounts, tabards and clans.

When the black portal opened and she finally hit outlands she didnt bother with the harsh dessert like hellfire she rushed to zanga marsh finding a new elf kind cenarion exspedition she worked for a while with these learning the language of the taurens as she somehow still didnt feel like she were truly an nigth elf,
in zanga nicolin stumbled apon a creature she had never seen a spore bat "how strange" she thougth and decided to make one her friend it was no challenge at all it went happily to her side and she feed him thinking while she looked at him "hmm with all his glowing ill name him Discoligth"

he was the first sporebat in ironforge and people couldent help laughing at him he was so sweet and funny, It was also during this time nicolin meet blood elfs on her jurneys these semed not to think her mutch difrent from them witch made her wonder.

Forgetting the elf she went on to journey outland growing even stronger and gaining more prices including a beautifull hippogryph mount flying her high over the landscape she loved this mount it was the best she had ever had, soon after she was summoned to northrend by her elders sending her in to investigate some bizzare events and to pursuit the litch king this is were she finally found out why she was so diffrent to her nigth elf friends in darnassus:

While flying high one day a drake flew up and scared her beloved mount so she fell off only to fix her parachute to early and ending up falling hard she passed out, time passed she woke half way seing somthing familiar to her but not known to her she passed out again after some days she finally woke up and a Blood elf looked at her and started speaking, luckily nicolin had learnd some orcis from the taurens in zanga marsh so she understood him fairly good "rest he said you have hit your head pretty hard and broken a few bones" She later found out this elf was a paladin that had come by her just as she fell his name was Gorgan as he helpd her recover she found out more about his race learning that gorgans sister had dissapeared when they were very litle she started to ask about were and when at some point he took her to visit a strong shaman and this shaman read her past to her,

You are no nigth elf he said but have grown up amongst them have you never wondered why you sougth the sun child ?
well yes i have but im not sure why some just are diffrent she said
the shaman laughed at her naivity youngling you are a Blood elf and you have by faith landed in the lap off your remaining family gorgan is your brother your kin

in a state off shock she left the shaman with gorgan it was quiet all the way home to the litle hut Once home gorgan turned to her and said welcome Home Aweena then he broke out in tears my sister my long lost sister welcome home
recognising the name Aweena broke in to tears aswell brother i have a brother and i am not strange im just a difrent type of elf

soon they sougth out thrall the migthy leader of the horde and Aweena took on her new life name and titels she also found a clan perfect for her needs a blood elf leader with a big heart and lots of friends a new soul mate aswell a bear she named blizzarda and her lovely wolf natasja these stories are for another time

but this is the story of how the litle weird nigth elf came to be a blood elf off the horde.

[Turgus]

While the other troll children were playing witch doctor, pretending to cast hexes on each other or playing elemental shaman, summoning lightning bolts, he was sharpening his handy axe and practicing with it while "chopping wood." Turgus wasn't bloodthirsty or anything, he just didn't trust that magic juju crap.
Cold steel was the bane of every mage or witch doctor, at least from the stories.
Nothing put a quicker stop to an evil mages monolog faster than an arrow shaft through the heart.

When the elders would tell stories around the fire after the evening meal, his favorite stories were always from Gira'chek the Hunter. In each of his stories he survived by his wits, his sharp steel and his trusty companion Falkor the wind serpent.
He could see the once mighty wind serpent, his scales growing grey just like Gira'cheks beard, seemingly puff up and flex his wings at the most interesting parts of his story as if he too was reliving the past days of glory.

How Turgus yearned for adventure such as those, for a strong companion to stick with him through thick and thin. Dragons slain, evil elementals laid to rest, ancient threats banished forever, all were incredible adventures and deeds accomplished.

Turgus pulled his trusty axe closer as he curled up to go to sleep. He carefully ran his finger across the axe blade as the fire dimmed and his eyes slowly closed. Sleep swept in carrying him away to the land of dreams, where he could dream of adventures yet to come and experience them if just for a moment.

Gira'chek looked down at Turgus curled up with his axe, he had noticed how this scrawny little trolls eyes had lit up when he told his stories, sure he wasn't summoning elementals or casting fireballs like the other elders, but when he talked about stalking monsters and setting traps Turgus was always there, leaning forward so far that he would almost fall into the fire.
He couldn't help but see a part of himself in this exuberant little troll who wanted to explore and discover everything.

He kneeled down and carefully tied one of Falkors old feathers to Turgus's axe handle, and gently patted him on the head. Somehow he knew Turgus was going to grow up to be a great hunter, even greater than he was.
As he walked away Turgus shifted in his sleep, his hand grasping the feather that now adorned his little axe.
In his dream he was now fighting alongside his hero and his trusty wind serpent taking on all the worlds evil, together.

[Terra]

Hi there im new and i thought i would add mine, it's a little silly but it's what i came up with when i gender changed my hunter

Terra Turus Adore as she is called by other elves was raised in ungoro crater with her mother who was there helping to push back the silithid threat, Terra herself had a natural love for the forests and wilderness and spent alot of time with a visiting hunter named Turlaya who was also helping out with the threat. The troll took a shine to the young blood elf and taught her about the ways of the hunter, their connection with nature and the animals. Turlaya told the young hunter that when the time was right her pet would choose her and they would be bonded for life, eventually the troll left and Terra began to help her mother out delving into the depths of the nests to find out more information about the Qiraji and what they were doing there. It was in that nest she was cornered by a silithid it was golden which was a colour she had never seen on the other qiraji, it eyed her off and approached her apprehensively and in that instant Terra felt the bond as she reached out placed her hand on the silithid’s head. The bond was sealed and the silithid stayed by her side as she returned to the camp in a daze still bewildered by the pet that had chosen her, upon arriving at the camp the guards and researchers including her mother readied their blades. Terra instinctively put herself in-between her companion and her friends, though the other researchers were apprehensive at first they soon came around to the idea and called Turus Adore which meant Qiraj Tamer in thalassian. Terra named her companion Klendathu and the silithid is still by her side to this very day as loyal and as fierce as ever.

[Golden]

You guys are making me want to start writing. XD Most of my toons have their personalities and to some extent histories, too. Unfortunately I don't know enough of the lore to make up believable backstories. :(

Which gave me an idea... Maybe we should have a topic (or even a whole area on the forums?) like "Pimp my character". :D People could post their current versions of their characters an other people could give suggestions about how to improve the character and make it really believable.

[kairii]

even though i dont RP i really enjoy reading these kinda stories nice to see players having a creative side to them

[Demon]

[reads Hawkshadow's post and gets yanked backwards by writer's imagination, kicking and screaming all the way. "Damn you! NO! NO! I DUN WANNNAAAAA NOOOOOOOoooooo"]



Short story about pets, and how bigger, is not always better.


The sounds of battle raged through Ungoro. Deafening roars of fury were echoed by shouts of "HA" and "Steady!", A lone blood elf slid through the foliage, watching another of his race attempting to tame one of the great Devilsaurs that ruled the crater. It's dark hide was a magnificent mirror for it's heart, the pure malevolence within it's gaze something that would send chills down your spine. It's monstrous jaws opened wide, and the fool elf barely ducked out of it's reach. The silent watcher perused the situation, and wondered if he should do something, or let the events of nature play out. Movement to his left decided the matter. He silently strung his much loved bow, lighting a feathered arrow upon it's glossed ebony surface. With practiced ease he drew back the arrow and sighted upon it's line. The raptor poked it's head past the foliage, it's green hide blending in almost perfectly. It let out a shriek, charged, then fell over, dead. The lone elf's arrow cracked with the sheer power that single shot had held.

The hunter trying to tame the great beast before him looked up in fear at the shriek, then barely missed getting eaten by the great lizard. The lone elf nudged a piece of frond away from his eyes, and stepped before the two's titanic struggle.

"You know, you should always clear the area of uninvited guests before trying to dominate another's will. Though with big ugly there shouting so much I'm surprised you haven't been swamped by every Devilsaur there is." He squatted, watching the two with cool, calm eyes. His bow never left his right hand, his quiver just barely over his left shoulder. The hunter's hair got into his eyes, and he rolled upon the ground, mucking himself and removing the offending strands without removing his hands from their focused state. Apparently he was too absorbed in his work to even speak. The lone elf shook his head at his fellow's ignorance, and set about making camp. He carefully dug a pit and quickly set a fire, watching the sky darken slowly. He set a steak upon a stick and put it against the flames to cook. The bag he'd grabbed the meat from offered a slight chill, no doubt enchanted to stay cool regardless of outside temperatures.

A low moan of defeat was uttered by the great beast, and he looked up. The dark skinned reptile was bowing before the blood elf hunter, it's electric blue eyes glossy with it's loss. The lone elf shook his head, whether in disgust or denial is not sure. The blood elf hunter joined him after a moment, grabbing the steak and giving it to the recently captured Devilsaur. Not a word was said. The lone elf's brows furrowed slightly, the hunter turning to him with a look saying 'Whatcha gonna do?'

"Lack of etiquette. Did your parents raise you to take what you wanted without concern for others? That steak was for my pet." The hunter gawfawed.

"Pet? You filthy rogues don't need pets. I'm a Beast Master! I take whatever I want and there's NOTHING you can do about it!" Again, the lone elf showed no expression, then a single eyebrow quirked.

"Why did you choose to tame that creature?" The blood elf's face turned arrogant.

"Because it's OBVIOUSLY the biggest, strongest creature. It makes meals out of anything that crosses it's path, and only a true hunter can ever make one their companion!"

The lone elf's brows levels out, his face turning thoughtful. Shockingly, he did not raise to the other's arrogant strutting, seeking a calmer facade.

"Surely you had a companion before this brute. What happened to him or her?"

"Feh, I ditched that waste of flesh days ago. Now that I have this lunk I don't need any other stupid beasts." The forest grew still. Birds and animals of all natures grew quite, as though a large predator had just awoken.

"Oh..? Is that so.... You ditched your companion... The one that had shed their blood for you... so you could get this useless beast..." His voice turned soft and silky, a soft purr entering it. He didn't move, yet he appeared to be like a viper poised for the strike. Quick as lightning the hunter pulled his rifle, aiming it at the lone elf. His Devilsaur reared upwards, it's eyes turning crazy with bloodlust. It's entire body flared red, it's size doubling with the hunter's spell rippling through it.

"Who are you to say anything about what I do? They're just tools! When a tool becomes useless, I destroy it." The lone elf showed no reaction to the hostile situation, his gaze turning to the lone, ragged looking elf covered in dust and debris. The hunter's rifle shook under that cold, emotionless gaze.

"Did you kill your previous companion?" If a volcano could be wrapped in silk and sent as a present, that's how the lone elf's voice would be. Pure rage conceiled in thin fabric.

"What's it to you? I said they're just tools. Every hunter knows this!"

The elf stood, and dodged the twitchy hunter's shot. His eyes blazed with hatred and rage, his calm face the only thing conceiling his murderous aura.

"You do not deserve the right to call yourself a hunter." The Devilsaur roared and attacked him, responding to it's master's shot. The lone elf stood in place, staring down the hunter with his rifle aimed at him. It was over in an instant. A shadow ripped apart the great beast, roars muffled by the sound of entrails splattering upon the ground. The great lizard stumbled, shuddered, then keeled over. The cause of it's death, no where to be seen or found. The lone elf dodged a second shot as the hunter grew enraged at the death of his companion.

"You ****ing ***hole! It took me weeks to track down that bastard!" He dodged a third shot, barely moving. His agility was so great that it almost looked like he hadn't moved.

"You who care not for the lives you take upon yourself, I hereby judge you lacking in all forms of honor. Saber, he's yours." The hunter fired a fourth shot, this one nicking the elf's shoulder pads. A low growl issued behind the hunter and he turned, his eyes wide as nothing could be seen. He fired a flare high into the sky, yet still nothing could be seen. Bodiless eyes stared at him from inches away. He screamed, and that scream turned bloody as his throat was taken by the invisible cat. Her eyes blazed with a fury held by her trainer, and her claws were sharpened to the point they ripped through steel. The lone elf turned and faded into the forest, his Ghostsaber eagerly teaching the former hunter how wrong his choice in life was.

"Sorry Saber, I need to get you another steak, that idiot knew nothing about the true bond."




Demon,

[Terra]

Wow thats so good i wish i could write as good as you

[Aweena]

tbh i find it really hard to write down things end let so many see it i did make a tread for feedback but not many feel like commenting migth be we are all unsure how to write things and so on but its obvious some have a natural talent for telling good stories....................................................

sigh wonderfull we should get a book published with rp stories tbh

[Turgus]

Turgus sat in front of the campfire soaking in the warmth that the burning logs as he relaxed. His eyes were drawn to the stars, barely visible through the jungle canopy that surrounded him. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked up at the thousands of tiny points of light shining down on him. Staring at the stars was one of his favorite past times.
He slowly inhaled the cool night air, holding it in for a good while before exhaling slowly. A little cauldron bubbled next to the campfire, and Turgus glanced down on it, it wasn’t quite ready, the potion hadn’t changed color yet. He closed his eyes and breathed in, holding it in for a while before exhaling once again. He could feel the excitement of the hunt to come, he had tracked his quarry for over a month, always missing him by mere minutes. Tonight was going to be different, he could feel the animal spirits around him assuring him, and this time he was going to use something his mentor and friend Gira’chek had given him.

Turgus was only wearing a loin cloth and a small belt that held a small knife and a small pouch that held a magical stone as he sat in front of the fire. He had left all of his possessions back in town with a close friend to watch over. He knew that “if” he didn’t return, that he wasn’t going to.
Turgus had seen many battles, some of them were close calls which his scarred body held testament. He was battle hardened and tough, every battle, from tracking down centaur raiders and disrupting their plans of invasion, to revealing and defeating demons that hid in the form of humanoids, to destroying the undead legions of the Lich King, all of these had just been preparation for this night. All of it for this hunt, this upcoming battle. He had a plan, now if only things would go according to it for once. Turgus couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, nothing ever went according to plan, that was what he could plan on!
He glanced down and saw that the potion had changed color, from the deep blue to a bright red. It was ready now. So he carefully moved the little cauldron out of the fire with a pair of wooden tongs and let it cool.
Time was getting close now, and he could feel his body tense up. He took a couple of deep calming breaths, letting the stress flow out of his body.
After waiting a few minutes Turgus leaned down, taking the cooling cauldron into his hands, it was still quite warm, but had cooled enough for him to drink. He took it to his lips and drank the entire potion in a single long gulp. He then sat back down as the effects of the potion started to overcome him.
The world seemed to get a little fuzzy, and he could feel all of the animals moving around in the jungle around him. From the little tree frog sitting on a tree branch, to the saber toothed cat quietly stalking through the foliage, he could feel them moving all around him. Then the world suddenly went dark as he blacked out.
Suddenly he was floating above his body, he instinctively knew that his body was fine, and just as he started to get used to moving around in his incorporeal form he was drawn deeper into the jungle. He was pulled like a magnet, and he moved faster and faster, flying through trees and shrubs inextricably drawn to something deep in the jungle. Then after flying through the jungle for several minutes he suddenly stopped. Directly in front of him was a giant glowing yellow eye. Then suddenly it was dark again as he was returned to his body. He opened his eyes and knew right away where to find his prey.

Turgus jumped to his feet quickly extinguished the campfire with some dirt and then grabbed a large spool of rope that sat nearby. He threw it over his shoulder and was off running deeper into the jungle, following the path he had been drawn.
He leapt over streams, swung on vines, avoided poisonous snakes, and dangerous crocolisks that snapped at him as he ran along their back. He flipped over fallen trees, dodged carnivorous plants, agilely making his way quickly through all of the obstacles that the jungle seemed to throw his way. He could feel that he was getting closer, so he started to uncoil the rope.
Turgus stopped for a moment, and grabbed a rock off of the jungle floor. He tied the rope around the rock and gave it a couple swings, testing it. This would do just fine for what he had planned. He was then right back off, jumping over a small pool that had formed under a tree. As he got closer to the spot where he had seen the eye he slowed down, carefully hiding his footsteps, masking his approach in the soft moss that grew in patches on the jungle floor. He carefully climbed up a tree to where he had seen the eye, and as he parted the jungle foliage he was greeted by…nothing at all.
His prey was gone, but from the water slowly pooling in the tracks on the jungle floor, not for long.
As Turgus sat there trying to determine which direction his prey had gone, all the warning he got was a rustling of the leaves before the beast struck.
Luckily, that was all the warning that he needed. The beasts mouth clamped down where he had just been crouching a half second before, shredding the tree limb in its teeth. The beast was huge, easily twice as tall as Turgus with huge jaws and powerful legs, it was a giant green Devilsaur.
As Turgus twisted in the air from his quick jump away from the beast, he tossed his rope at the beast’s head. The rope wrapped around its snout, once, twice, three times, four times. As Turgus landed he rolled to his feet and ran right between the beasts giant legs.
The beast roared in anger, but it was a bit muted since its mouth was tied shut. The beast tried to stomp on Turgus as he ran underneath it, but Turgus was quicker, and dodged out of the way winding the rope around one leg and then the other as he weaved between them. The beast turned, trying to smack him with its tail, this time Turgus rolled under the strike and then ran back between the beasts legs, winding the rope around the beasts legs again, and again. The beast stomped and stomped, trying to get Turgus, all the while trying to open its jaws and turning in a circle trying to get a better look at him. He dodged each blow, cart wheeling this way, rolling that way, all the while wrapping more and more rope around the beasts legs. When he had gotten the rope wrapped around the beasts legs sufficiently enough, he ran behind the beast. The beast swung its tail at him again with incredible strength. Turgus flipped over the powerful blow, wrapping the rope around the tail as he did so.
As he landed he saw the fruits of his labor. The rope had been wrapped around the beasts legs making it so it could hardly move, and the rope that had been wrapped around the tail, when the tail continued its swing the momentum tightened the ropes around the beasts legs, bringing them together. The beast teetered for a moment trying to balance on its before falling over with a tremendous thud. Its tiny little arms flailing worthlessly trying to right itself. He couldn’t believe it, his plan had worked almost perfectly.
Turgus quickly ran over and tightened the rope around its legs, tying a couple extra loops around its head, making sure those dangerous jaws wouldn’t break free. As he finished tying up the beast he saw its huge yellow glowing eye staring back at him. The eye was not filled with hatred, or malice but to his surprise, it was filled with confusion and wonder. The beast must be trying to figure out how such a small creature had bested him in combat.
Turgus couldn’t help but be drawn to this beast, this powerful Devilsaur. It had a spirit like his own, strong and proud, its hide bore testament to the many battles that it had been in and survived. He had gone on this hunt to tame this beast, but he knew that this was not possible, nor did he want to anymore if he could. This beast was a marvel the way it was, and even if he could break its spirit, he would never do so.

[Turgus]

He slowly walked up to the green beast and placed his hand on the side its head. He reached out with his spirit and could feel the Devilsaur react. The Devilsaur’s spirit was angry at first, no one had ever communicated with its spirit before and it was obviously unnerving. But Turgus was able to communicate his intentions; he wished that they would work with each other, back each other up when in trouble, to show him new and exciting places, new things to taste and enemies to defeat. To live a life of purpose, to help him save the world from the Lich King and his evil minions.
The Devilsaur was resistant at first, it had never thought about anything outside the basin, it had never had a reason to leave. But now, with what Turgus revealed to it through his memories, it was intrigued. It was curious to see all of these things, and this little creature, as frail as it seemed, had bested him without harming him. The little guy was formidable, agile and smart, and with his strength and endurance, they could accomplish anything. The Devilsaur also couldn’t wait to try some of this “cooked meat” that Turgus had shown him with his memories, especially from one of those tasty looking Kodo’s.

Turgus stepped away from the Devilsaur not knowing what it had decided. Either way he was going to free it. He drew his small knife, walked over to the rope holding the Devilsaur down and cut each loop around its legs first, and then cut the rope loops around its jaws. The Devilsaur rose to its feet as soon as he finished cutting it free of the last rope and turned to face him. It leaned down until its snout was within a foot of him. Then suddenly it roared right in his face, revealing its huge fangs. Turgus was about to leap backward when the Devilsaur leaned forward and licked him with its huge tongue.
Turgus stood there, covered in Devilsaur saliva grinned wildly from ear to ear.

He gently patted the side of the Devilsaur’s head. He then reached out once again with his spirit, asking the Devilsaur to follow him back to camp and that after that they would be going to visit a magical floating city with incredible sights and sounds. The Devilsaur snorted, and let him know that he had a name, and not the one that the creatures like him referred to him.
Turgus lead the way back to his camp making sure to take a path that his new friend and companion could easily follow. As Turgus walked he turned his head looking up at his giant companion and said with a big smile, “Your name is Chomper, huh? Well, I do have to say that it is quite a fitting name with those big teeth of yours.”
Chomper pondered along behind him, and as if it was in response to Turgus's statement he snorted..... it almost sounded like a laugh.

[Lakewalker]

I'm not too great at stories but this is my best Lakewalker woke that day feeling horrible. He had ate too much kodo that night. Bloodhoff village was celebrating him driving out the Venture Co. from Mulgore. Sadly, it was time for him to move on. Lakewalker was a trained hunter, yet he still didn't have a pet. He ventured across Mulgore for days trying to find the perfect companion. Tallstriders were by far the best animal in all of Mulgore, but he couldn't find the right one. One day, on his travels through Mulgore, he found a very rare sight. A tallstrider! Not an average tallstrider, this one has razor sharp talons, and poisin that could melt through steel. Lakewalker knew that this was the one. He stalked it from afar, but saw an orc warrior charge upon it. But the tallstrider was quicker! It dodged with ease and clawed the orcs side. The orc pushed balk with his shield, but the tallstrider didn't care! It charged headfirst, smashing the shield and stunning the orc. Out of his daze, the orc grabbed his axe. He parryed the tallstrider's talons for a long time. The orc, knowing he would lose, quickly took one last slash at the tallstrider and then ran. The tallstrider let out a cry of triumpt and then started licking his wounds. Now was the perfect time for Lakewalker to make his move. He slowly creeped up on the tallstrider, utering words of comfort. The tallstrider looked around and saw Lakewalker. Uneasily it started to walk up to lakewalker, ready to charge. But when he got close, he relized that Lakewalker was no enemy, but his companion. He knew that they were ment to be together. And slowly they went back to Bloodhoof village together, happy that they had found their true companion. And that is the story of how Lakewalker the Beast master tamed the mighty Mazzrache.

[Vicario]

Unfortunately, Arclite's RPC persona is still not fully developed. All I really have is her name, her schtick, and her personality.