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- Wed Nov 18, 2009 1:52 am
- Forum: Roleplay
- Topic: Your NPCs.
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Re: Your NPCs.
Here's some of my woefully incomplete list. Feel free to use any of these dudes, just poke me beforehand. Scum and Villainy ( Very incomplete.) The Crew of the Glacier's Mark (As complete of a list as I am ever likely to do.) The Glacier's Mark is a pirate ship belonging to the Steamwheedle Cartel. ...
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(11) Doors With the echoes of 'Never again' in her ears, Nehain Moonweaver kneels down in front of a pub on Abel Lane in the Old Town of Stormwind. Her knees rest on the worn cobblestones while she feels around under the broken edge of the bottom step leading up to the pub's door. After a moment, s...
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(10) Murder As Art "So, then," she exhaled, then placed her hands on her knees. She kept her acceptance of Sullivan's argument silent, but his grin spoke volumes. Practically shouted it over the water. "The noble Alliance, is it? The Kingdom of Stormwind isn't my duty in the least.&q...
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(9) Button, Button, Who's Got the Button? By noon tomorrow, I expect we'll be back to the Bay, and from there, what shall I do with myself? 'Tisn't a long haul to Stormwind, really, especially if I pick up the cat and ride him swiftly through 'Vale and Duskwood and Westfall. But what will I do, bac...
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Warning: The following contains potentially disturbing content including drug usage, sexual situations and graphic violence. (8) Hate Does My thoughts always wander so easily from the men who did me such wrong to the man who only strove to do right by me, and that's maybe some of the only right he'...
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Warning: The following contains potentially disturbing content including sexual situations and graphic violence. (7) Love Is The black ship's flag couldn't be seen in the mist, but the colors weren't needed for the crew and a good deal of the passengers to realize exactly what was happening. The cr...
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(6) A Typical Evening for Atypical Folk The galley of the Glacier's Mark was small and cramped, much like nearly every other part of the ship. The crowding was particularly dire during dinner time, but exceptionally bad at this dinner time. The crew was pressed tightly together on benches at their ...
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Warning: The following contains potentially disturbing content including graphic violence and innuendo. (5) Mercy Dalah pulled herself up above the battle for the Treatise , hanging one handed from the rigging to cast her gaze about the deck. She spied Sul'wassa, who'd moved from his looting to bat...
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(4) A Treatise on Fear The ship sat anchored on the black, choppy waves. Sailing on the Northsea was a task to be undertaken only with the utmost care; the ocean floor was tricky and the currents even trickier. The closer a vessel got to Northrend, the more hazardous the way became with icebergs hi...
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(3) Buttons and Beads It's terribly important to understand that I did not run away. I strive to never run, not after the Plaguefather and the endless chill of the Northsea. Though I feared and though I still fear, 'twasn't ever that I was running from the way the faces of my friends and family sta...