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Post by
oneforthemoney
Waves of white foam washed upon the beach in heavy strokes, compelled by a biting icy wind. In their arms, they ferried the remains of shattered wood, frozen rope, and sail soaked with salt water. Some pieces were in larger chunks than others, but in their scattered pieces they told a story all too familiar to the frozen shores of the Dragonblight.
Shipwreck.
Icebergs drifted in the distance like mountains, and ice flows cast a thick line across the horizon. A speck slowly grew in size until, at last, its shape became definite. A rowboat rode the waves, a pair of oars occasionally dipping into the waters to help hurry it along. Two subdued figures sat within, the first wrapped in a ragged blanket while the second manned the oars.
The boat at last wedged itself onto the shore. Both men hopped free of the ship, metal greaves striking the wet sand heavily and leaving deep footprints. Both men grabbed the boat and began to drag the vessel ashore with grunts of effort.
They brought the boat midway onto the beach before releasing it and collapsing onto the sand, breathing heavily. Both men were dressed in white and blue armour; heavy brown linen cloaks draping over their shoulders and clutched close for warmth, though their frigid nature left no illusions to how long the sea had held them. Their shoulders were slumped, though the second was of a considerably broader frame than the first with thick shoulders barely contained within his ragged cloak. A heavy shield with the stylized L of Lordaeron hung across his back, keeping company with a broadsword well oiled and cared for. As soon as he sat down he unsheathed his blade and began to inspect it for damage.
The first by contrast was of a lighter frame, though only just. Instead of a shield and sword he bore a crossbow and quirrel of bolts on his back. A short sword was sheathed at his side and he wore only a breastplate, boots and arm guards of steel. The rest of his clothing was heavy leathers tuffed with fur, clearly in preparation for the northern climes.
The first removed his helm, shaking brown tousled hair stiff with sweat. “Agh…dammit Bert. The fel…Well…Hmm…So…”
“We start a fire.” Bert did not look away from his weapon as he spoke. “Use the boat, we don’t need it anymore.” He suddenly stood. Sheathing his sword, evidently satisfied, he looked either direction down the beach. “Hrm…You range the beach for a bit, Reynolds. See if you can find anyone else. Maybe the rest of Prince Arthas’s fleet landed nearby.”
Reynolds shrugged with a sigh. “If you like. But…” he looked about the icy wastes all around. “…looks like we got blown pretty far off course.” He sighed. “Well, anyway. I’m off then.”
“Reynolds,” Bert interrupted as the other man moved to range down the beach.
“Hm?”
The warrior didn’t look back as he grabbed a piece of driftwood. “If they look dead…make sure they won’t get back up.”
There was a long silence. Then, Bert heard the sound of retreating footsteps. He said nothing, and with a short shake of his head returned to gathering more driftwood.
Hello once more. As you may have gathered, this is an RP set in the Warcraft 3 during Arthas’s campaign into Northrend after Malganis. The setting is one of the fleet’s ships were separated from the rest in a storm, and crashed further down the shore in Dragonblight. This is destined to be a sort of zombie survival RP, and due to its time table characters are admittedly a bit limited but hopefully not too much so. You can play either a survivor from the vessel itself, or a mercenary from Northrend.
Again, since this is a survivor RP, try to avoid something that makes any of this moot such as dragons or the like.
As usual, the Open Q&A will be used for any questions, comments, or the like anyone might have.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Erithis Snowfall
Location:
Dragonblight, Beach
The feeling of being dragged first awoke the young high elf. Owlish, cautious blue eyes fluttered open at the scraping sound of the wooden plank he lay on pushing its way onto the beach. Elthalis groaned and slowly pushed himself up and off the wooden plank. He shook his head, silvery hair tied back in a pony tail whipping back and forth heavily from the water it was engorged on. He was fine boned like all elves, something even more evident by how his blue and white robes clung to his body, stiff from all the salt water it had absorbed. A once white but now more grey weather cloak hung off him, the L of Lordaeron stitched into it loyally. He was clean shaven which only accentuated his relative youth but he held a tension of the harsh lessons experience teaches which defied his years.
He collapsed onto his knees further up, chest heaving as he tried to take in what had happened. He glanced down to his hand, spotting with dim interest a staff topped with a bright blue gem clutched in his almost feverish grip. He dug the butt of the staff into the sand and, using it, forced himself to his feet.
He slowly turned his head to look down the barren beach. A shiver crawled up his spine as a frigid breeze rolled into him from the sea. A name came to him then. “…Northrend…” he voiced, a twinge of fear creeping into his tone.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Garrett Hale
Location
: Dragonblight
"Of all the bloody things," the man muttered under his breath. He paused, letting out a wracking cough, then continued unabated. "Of all the bloody places it had to crash it had to be in this flaming snow..."
The man rose gingerly to his feet, taking stock of himself. His hair was cut short enough that it didn't get in his face, which was some relief. A hand over his broad features determined that there were no cuts, and the fact that he could see meant that his light brown eyes were intact. Next, he glanced downwards. His leather armor looked mostly intact, as did the leather coverings over his thighs. He had lost both vambraces, exposing his muscled, scarred arms to the air. His gloves were intact, however, covering his knuckles. They, too, were scarred from hard use.
His sword remained in its scabbard, which was something of a relief. Additionally, his boots were still on his feet, which meant that he might have another twenty minutes before needing to cut off his toes from the frostbite. "First things first, a bloody fire," he muttered, taking a look at his surroundings. Trees, mostly dead and entirely covered in snow, lined the beach. "It'll have to do," he muttered.
Character
: Daniel Thompson
Location
: Dragonblight
The moment his eyes snapped open, Daniel staggered to his feet. Discipline and years of perception training warred with the pounding ache in the inquisitor's head and distractedly painful sting on one arm. His chain and leather coat was mostly intact, barring a cut in the left sleeve which descended into his arm. Underneath, his tunic, marked with a large and elaborate L in red and gold, was intact and, thankfully, rather dry from being shielded by the coat. His hide pants and boots were likewise, though mostly from the virtue of being waterproof. The belt around his waist was still there, as were the sword and whip, specifically a cat o' nine tails. Unfortunately, his pistols had been washed away, leaving him with only his melee weapons.
Daniel took this all in with a glance, then closed his eyes, letting his other senses keep watch as he fought the pain in his head. After what seemed like an eternity, but was more like five minutes or so, the worst of it began to fade. A moment or two later, he opened his eyes, inspecting the land around him. A rocky beach, miles of open water and some dead trees were all he could see. He let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes once again. "Light protect me in this heart of darkness," he murmured. "Guide me to the correct path."
He opened his eyes again, frowned for a moment, then began to walk east.
Post by
Persen
Theresa Oakes
Dragonblight
"@#$% &*!@ and... %^&*!" Theresa cursed passionately as she was washed up on the shore along with the flotsam, to which she had desperately clung for what felt like hours upon hours. She tumbled in the breaking waves, her whitening knuckles clutched tightly around the strap of a leg-long, sturdy bag. When she finally felt the soft ground against her wave-battered side she scrambled to her knees, tiredly climbed to her feet and began hobbling ashore.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Dor'Naer Azureweaver
Location
: Dragonbligh
The feeling of waves splasing salt water first awoke the centry old high elf. Amethyst eyes flared open.
The wooden door he had been sleeping was halfway onto the beach. Slowly and wearly he pushed himself up and off the wooden door. He shook his head, blacker than the void hair hanged freely as the water it was soaking it further. His blue and silver Kirin Tor garments hugged tighly to his athletic figure, even more so as it was soaked in sea water. A violet cloak hung of his shoulders with a eye embroidered to represent his six leaders and nation. A arcane forged blade hung to the side of this battle-mage. The cowl he wore covered his face in a darkness, but still his eyes glew thrugh the illusion created by the hood.
Dor'Naer crawled on his four limbs over to the beach and rolled over, breathing heavily. Recovering his stamina rapidly he made it up on his two feet. One hand he engulfed in magic flames and hold it close, but not to close as he wished no burnes, but he desied the heat and light the flames provided.
With his elven eyes he began to look for more survivors.
Post by
Persen
Theresa Oakes
Dragonblight shoreline
Salty water dripped from Theresa's clingy, dark blonde hair as she wearily removed heavy strands of it from her face and made it further up the shore.
Luckily she had landed in a bay of sorts, which gave some shelter from the wind - an efficient, remorseless killer to a thoroughly soaked human like herself. She dragged the bag after her feet and climbed a little cliff, tightening the dense woolen cloak around herself when the wind picked up. She was lucky to have it, she thought; wool is still warm while it's wet.
She found some driftwood, thrown ashore by the ever breaking waves and splintered against the rock in a storm. Shivering she arranged it into a small pile and sat down on a relatively flat stone with the bag.
It was made of thoroughly waxed sailcloth, which unfortunately did little against the sea when fully immersed. "!@#$!" she cursed again when opening the bag and - despite it being no surprise - seeing that the contents were as wet as if the bag had been a sieve. Nonetheless she pulled out a caplock rifle with simple sights, balls, powder (miraculously only a
little
damp!) and a tightly wrapped pack which she began undoing.
"$%^&, if only I could snap my fingers and make a blaze!" she said to herself as she found some lint for use as tinder and a few biscuits. Despite hands tremoring from the cold she carefully filled the rifle with powder and applied a percussion cap.
A disappointed hiss came from the gun as it spat its flames on the fire, igniting the lint with ease. In a minute she had a small fire going, and a cloud of thick white smoke drifted away hastily in the wind, revealing her location to anyone nearby observant enough to notice it before it thinned out.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Robert Arvident
Location:
Dragonblight, Beach
The driftwood had been gathered and piled in a small cleft amongst the overhanging cliffs, providing sparse but sufficient cover from the biting wind. There he had piled as much wood as eh had managed to find, piling into a mound for a bonfire. The lesser undead weren't drawn by light, he well knew, but rather by sounds, so a fire would be the safest choice in such a place. Finding enough wood in total had been no trouble, but gathering it dry had been a different story. The boat had been more or less totally cannibalized to provide for it, but the vessel had served and, Robert mused silently as he struck flint to tinder and watched as the sparks took hold, would serve one more time.
Soon, a bright orange glow flickered on the beach like a lighthouse's guiding light.
Character:
Erithis Snowfall
Location:
Dragonblight, Beach
Erithis rubbed his arms as the chill slowly began to numb his flesh. A bad sign, he was well aware, and the knowledge made him shiver with double the chill. He had no flint, no tinder and no dry clothes. Hypothermia would set in eventually. It was inevitable. He stamped his feet to try and regain some feeling and shot his eyes about once more.
A dull glow further down the beach made him squint. A fire? But whose? Did he dare try and approach? The elf bit his lower lip at those questions and looked about as if to find some better alternative. When the dull grey beach and black waters remained all there was, he stamped his feet one last time and set out at a rapid pace.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Daniel Thompson
Location
: Dragonblight
After what felt like hours, Daniel spied a column of smoke ahead of him. As columns of smoke go, it was a small one (as he would very well know), but nevertheless, it meant people. It wasn't like the walking dead needed to keep themselves warm.
He approached the fire confidently, walking with a smooth and steady gait to flaunt the fact that he was alive and not dead, and also that he could kill anyone who may get in his way. However, it looked as though it wasn't needed, as he spotted a woman by the fire, who seemed to be still living.
For the moment, anyways.
Character
: Garrett Hale
Location
: Dragonblight
Soon Garrett had a large fire going and began to try his articles of clothing one at a time, keeping as close to the fire as possible to ward off frostbite on the exposed areas. "I should never have left bloody Lordaeron," he grumbled. "But no... I had to take the pay. I had to brag that I was the only one who knew Northrend when Frank could very well have bloody led them. But no, I needed the money, I said to myself. Bloody flaming money. Who needs the stuff?"
Post by
Lordplatypus
Father Daric Jackson
Dragonblight
Daric pulled himself out of the wreck, then locked over himself.
It was not good.
His left leg was bent in a way it was not meant to, and as the intital adrenaline surge weared off, he was starting to feel the pain that he was in. Before he lost conscious from the pain, he prayed to the light and channeled it's energies into his leg, healing himself.
It would have to suffice, he needed to find others.
Post by
Persen
Theresa Oakes
Dragonblight shoreline
The small fire had hardly begun to dry Theresa's soaked clothes, but it had at least - along with the thick cloak as protection from the wind - kept her from freezing to death in the first few minutes ashore. The biting gale drowned out every other sound, and she wouldn't hear anyone, living or dead, approaching. The rifle, reloaded and ready to fire, rested across her lap. She also had two pistol which hung from her right hip, though they had been thoroughly exposed to the sea and were thus useless for the moment, and a rapier that rested in its scabbard by her left side.
She slowly chewed at a hardtack while absently scanning the horizon.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Erithis Snowfall
Location:
Dragonblight, Beach
The dull glow of a fire revealed a man clad in leathers, his back to the beach and casting a long shadow across the sandy expanses. Undead didn't light fires, he thought. Unbidden, the image of a wooden barrier, over which could be seen a city in growing flames, the screams of the living and moans of the dead came to him. He shook his head with a shudder.
"Hello?" he called, leaning on his staff and approaching at a slow, cautious pace.
Post by
morginar
Character
: Dor'Naer Azureweaver
Location
: Dragonbligh
Dor'Naer peered with his purple elven eyes. After a while he could se the bright orange flames on the shore further ahead.
He wandered towards it, his magical flame could not last for all eterniry, and the heat it provoded was far from sufficient to warm his entire body.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Daniel Thompson
Location
: Dragonblight
"Do not be alarmed!" Daniel called. "I approach with pure intentions." With that, he approached the woman by the fire.
Character
: Garrett Hale
Location
: Dragonblight
Garrett turned and drew his sword as fast as he could, though that wasn't too fast when recovering from hypothermia. After a moment, he lowered his sword. "Living?" he called.
Post by
Persen
Theresa Oakes
Dragonblight shoreline
Theresa jumped in surprise and mild shock at the call, mostly because the man making it - she immediately spotted him when he made his presence known - was frighteningly close.
Rookie mistake
, she scorned herself as she stood up, still unsure if it was to welcome the man or to fight for her life. She pointed the gun in his direction from the hip and waved a hail, then beckoned him to come closer.
Post by
OgreSound
Character:
Delmer Daggett
Location:
Dragonblight
Description:
Delmer Daggett is a young, twenty-two year old human. Self-preservation is Delmer’s number one priority – an attribute, which often leads people to consider him a coward. Delmer is also rather stubborn and lazy. The young man doesn’t socialize much and is distrustful of most people, however he cares for his family. Delmer rarely takes care of his looks, he has long, brown hair and a coarse beard. Delmer became a sailor because his father was a sailor when he was younger. Though he does not excel at physical nor mental strength, Delmer has a way of outlasting even better men.
Delmer opened his eyes and looked around. He was still inside the barrel in which he had drifted away from the ship, but no longer at sea. Popping his head out of the cask he felt the cold wind hit him like an axe and Delmer quickly curled back inside the barrel. Delmer had gulped down an entire bottle of rum before abandoning the ship, an act most sailors deemed unwise, but the warm feeling it gave was too tempting to pass up. Now, crouched in the barrel, the same rum offered Delmer some more warmth as he vomited on himself.
Hunger, dehydration, the low temperature, the gloomy feeling of the area around him and the stench he was now covered with had all taken a toll on Delmer's sanity. His mind wandered off and he began thinking of his home, his family and most of all – the cabbage pie Delmer's mother used to make. Right now, Delmer would've given anything for a slice of that pie.
Through the bung hole, the sailor tried to scout the beach around him, but didn't find anything noteworthy; the waves must've carried him further away. Delmer envied crabs - they could live inside the shells they found, whilst he would have to leave his barrel behind to look for food and shelter.
"I suppose it can wait for five more minutes," thought Delmer. Everything could always wait for five more minutes.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Daniel Thompson
Location
: Dragonblight
Daniel approached, hands in the air to show his lack of weapons. "Alive, I see," he said. "That's something. Are you from the wreck?"
Post by
Persen
Theresa Oakes
Dragonblight shoreline
"I am," Theresa confirmed. Seeing that the man was living, human, and had no drawn weapons she lowered her guard a couple of levels. "Are you as well?"
Post by
Monday
Character
: Daniel Thompson
Location
: Dragonblight
"Aye. Daniel. Daniel Thompson," he said, placing a hand over his heart to indicate himself. "You may call me Brother Thompson. What is your name?"
Post by
Persen
Theresa Oakes
Dragonblight shoreline
"Theresa. Oakes. Come by the fire, brother. Do you have rations or other supplies?" Theresa replied, not indulging in pleasantries in this life-threatening situation.
Post by
Monday
Character
: Daniel Thompson
Location
: Dragonblight
"I'm afraid not," Daniel replied, approaching the fire gratefully. "Though I was blown remarkably of course after I fell into the water."
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