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Twilah
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Posted On: 05/30/2016 at 03:41 PM
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We've had a lot of interest in starting some Roleplaying events amongst the guild, so if you are interested please use this thread to introduce your character's backstory.

A lot of us are also using this addon for in game Roleplaying:

My Roleplay

We have also started a channel in game for In Character chat.  Just type

/joinGaisciochRolePlayers

and that will put you in the Gaiscioch Role Play channel.

When establishing an age for your character and their background story, this is the "official" roleplay Timeline for major events in the WoW universe (in years):

Official Timeline

0 – The First War
5 – The Fall of Stormwind
6  – The Second War
8 – The Destruction of Draenor
18 – The New Horde
20 – The Third War
21 – The Battle of Mount Hyjal
22 – Rise of the Lich King
25 – The Gathering Storm
26 – The Burning Crusade
27 – The Wrath of the Lich King
28 – The Cataclysm
30 – The Invasion of Pandaria

32- Sent through the portal to Draenor (alternate timeline)

So if you are role playing a night elf, you may be hundreds of years old and this is but a "recent" event timeline.  However, if you are role playing a human who is in their twenties you might have been born during the Second War.

Also, as of right now if you are in Draenor you are in an "alternate" timeline, so depending on how long your character stayed in Draenor you would add those years to your age...yeah that's not confusing at all :)

Twilah Silver is a human paladin,  26 years old (after spending 2 years in Draenor) so she was born about the time of the Second War.  Her mother was Veraxa Silver, also a Paladin, who was killed in the Northrend Campaign against the Lich King.

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Carwyn
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I was inspired   by my favorite toon a,npc and most memorablle events in wow lore and  have started writing the backstory for my role playing toon which i will post here soon. 

So fun!

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Carwyn
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i found these sites to be helpful in developing a back story

RP made simple

and more info:

The complete guide to role play in WOW

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Replied On: 06/07/2016 at 07:39 AM PDT
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Hello, my name is Lome.  I understand most have little knowledge of the Dwarves and thought my story might allow others a little insight into my people.  However, I'm very busy, so thought I'd jot it down so I don't have to keep saying it over and over.  My parents met in Menethil Harbor and my earliest memories are from there.  My father had a lot of odd jobs when he could.  The job he held the longest had him helping in the smithy.  My mother loved the sea and sold fish to the inn.  I guess I got that from her.  I love the sea, as well.  For me it wasn't fishing, as I couldn't sit still that long.  Instead, I would play on the docks, listening to the stories the sailors told of distant lands.  My Dad said it "infected" me because I just couldn't seem to stay grounded "like a real Dwarf."  Looking back on it, he didn't stay put in one job for long.  I think he was trying to save me from his life.  Truth is, I cant imagine being a smith for my entire life.  Just wouldn't suit me.  Dad didn't understand that, though, and come my naming day he convinced me to embrace my Dwarven heritage.  I chose a name that spoke of how we are a grounded people.  I guess I couldn't just do this in a straightforward way, though.  Instead of a good Dwarven name, I used a word from the language of the sailors - common.  And not satisfied with that, I added a spin to make it also reflect knowledge.  I dont think I'll ever forget my Father's face when I announced my decision.  Just remember, words are like the wind - they flow easily and once felt cannot be recaptured.  

I made my way into the world.  I wanted to see different places and peoples and spent many years traveling.  My cousins called me elfling because I was flighty.  I did work when needed and mainly sampled local beers, like any good Dwarf.  It was a good life.  That all changed one day that damned dragon arose.  He scoured the land and it's peoples.  We all lost that day.  My childhood home is now under water.  I rushed home but could find no sign of my parents.  Like so many, they were probably washed out to sea.  I made myself busy helping those few that survived.  That's when the news came.  Our beloved King Magni Bronzebeard had befallen some horrible curse.  

I hurried to the capital.  Actually, in all my travels I'd never gone to Ironforge.  Actually, I'd never been near the city.  It was magnificent!  I had no idea my people had accomplished so much.  Funny how it's easy to see what others have done and never see your own.  While there I ran into a Dwarf I had met in my travels.  His name is Dran MacGraw.  His cousin is the quartermaster for the Wildhammer and is well thought of.  I had been traveling through Ashenvale and some Elves introduced us.  We both enjoyed the local beer and spent and evening swapping tales and opinions about hops.  I did not realize some of the Wildhammers had traveled to Ashenvale and were living close to the Elves.  They were allowed to settle in the heights of the mountains above Ashenvale and in exchange kept watch for problems from their heights.  They do like the cold, somehow.  

Anyway, Dran had traveled to Ironforge with a delegation of Wildhammers to look at the situation with our king.  That's when I was caught.  Oh, I don't mean anything nefarious (like I'm a gnome or something) but caught, none-the-less.  While the Wildhammer were unsuccessful at restoring King Magni, they did demonstrate some amazing lore.  They were trying to communicate with the crystal.  I'd never thought anything would be possible.  Thanks to my friend, I was able to watch their ceremony and even participate to some small degree, helping fetch materials needed throughout.  I saw possibilities that day.  I saw a wisdom that comes from the earth, itself.  And beyond the earth, the wind and rain and fire that resides within each of us.  It opened my eyes.  I chose my name to mean (roughly) earth-knowledge, so I guess the joke's on me.  In hindsight, maybe the elements were guiding me.  I cant pretend to be smart enough to unravel that mystery.  Instead I'll just raise a toast and say thank you.  

So, now I travel.  I have spent a lot of years soaking up the world.  I intend to put that to good use.  I gather knowledge and what little wisdom a self-respecting Dwarf is allowed and strengthen myself.  One day I'll return to King Magni.  One day....

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Hi, my name is Carillion. Carillion Muradin Bronzebeard.  I am the only child of Muradin and Audra Bronzebeard.Ever since my mother and father were married they talked  about having a family but try as they may, nothing happened.  As the months turned to years, they wondered if they would ever have children.  It was during  trip to visit me Uncle Brann  to hear about his latest adventures that my mother, much to the delight of my Father,  found out finally she was pregnant. The whole Bronzebeard clan was excited!

In the evenings, after dinner my parents would sit by the fire. My father would rest his hand gently on my mother's stomach and feel me kicking. Which I did, and often.  My father was convinced that a little warrior boy was flexing his muscles preparing to make his grand arrival.
When it was time, the midwife was called and my Father paced the floor in the kitchen, too excited and nervous to sit still.You can imagine the shocked look on their  faces when  the midwife handed them a bundle of girl, bright pink  almost red, crying as loud as her little lungs would allow. As soon as my dad held me, his heart melted and it didn't  take much for me to have him wrapped around my little pudgy dwarf finger.

When Grandmother Bronzebeard held me she  smiled and said,  " Muradin you were half right our little warrior has arrived, and the mosf adorable warrior if you ask me.  Grandfather Bronzebeard was joy filled that he had a little granddaughter to love on.  Both my uncles, Brann and Magni hearts melted . They adored me;  their new niece.

At my christening in the Cathedral in Stormwind the whole Bronzebeard clan gathered. When my father, with great pride introduced me to the rest of the clan as Carillion Muradin Bronzebeard; his little warrior princess  the room erupted in applause. Grandmother Bronzebeard's  blessing over me, was particularly touching, there wasn't a dry eye the house.

My mother like to call me Cari , which means beloved. My Dad liked to call me Princess. He is the only one that was allowed to call me that. If any of my warrior buddies even think about calling me that  would be risking life and limb fer sure

My fellow warriors would call me Car.
Short and sweet and right to the point, like me! Through hard work and determination I strive to live up to my father's warrior legacy.

I have been told I am very much like my  father;  a kindhearted dwarf, with high morals and ethics.  fond of good ale and good company. I  enjoy a challenge, whether in exploration, game or battle. I  relish a good fight and willingly throw myself  against my enemies to defend my fellow Alliance and kin.Thanks to Uncle Brann’s influence she appreciates foremost ancient architecture, new lands, strange creatures and the mysterious Titans.



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It's taken me this long because I am having trouble deciding who I want to rp as in game. But here is the "origin story" for my character Brigida. People are going to think this is an all-dwarf guild!


 

“You want ta study what now?” her father asked, as if he hadn’t heard her, and exchanged the parchment in his hand for another from the pile on his desk.

“Absolutely not!” her mother protested from her chair by the fire. “Ridiculous! Unheard of! What will the other families think? Who would ever make an offer for your hand, if they thought we raised a Dark Iron sympathizer for a daughter? Do you really want to be a burden on this family for your entire life? I’m just thankful my dear departed mother is resting in the embrace of the Stone, so she would not have to suffer the shame….”

Brigida bore the brunt of her mother’s outrage and her father’s inattention with a fortitude born of years of hearing the same things over and over again.

“Ma… Don’t upset yourself,” her sister Briony interjected, laying a comforting hand on her mother’s arm and glancing at Brigida with the slightest grimace of commiseration. Not slight enough to escape their mother’s notice, unfortunately.

“You’re in league with her in this madness!” she shrieked and covered her face with her hands. “Oh, whatever will become of this family, once everyone finds out?”

Brigida sighed. “Absolutely nothing will happen, Ma. No one who knows anything cares. Go to the Mystic Ward yourself! It’s full of dwarf mages! And I won’t be a burden, because I”ll be...” she hesitated. What would she be doing exactly? What did mages do with their time, after they were done learning about magical theory and practice? How did a mage make a living? She set that troubling thought aside. “Well, anyway, I won’t be dependent on you. I’ll have a... job,” she ended lamely.

“Dwarves should not be mages. It’s inappropriate and unproductive,” her father declared, shuffling through his papers again. His work as a merchant certainly kept the parchment makers in coin, Brigida thought sourly. “You’ll have ‘a job’, eh? Tell me, how does finger-wiggling help put food on the table, hmm? You haven’t a clue.” He nodded to himself, satisfied that he’d scored a point.

Brigida sighed inwardly. She had to give her father credit. He knew her too well.

“I don’t have a son,” her father continued, “more’s the pity. Either you step up to run the family business or one of you will marry someone to take it over. And your mother is right; magery stinks of the Dark Iron. They are supposedly allies, for now and for as long as it suits ‘em. But they are not our kind.” He glanced up from his work long enough to lock eyes meaningfully with his wayward daughter. “You have responsibilities, my dear; best you begin to act like it.”

Brigida cringed as her sister visibly shrank into herself and lowered her eyes. Her father’s look had been intended to end the discussion, but as usual she refused to heed the warning. “You always do this, Da. Briony is your daughter too, and she is more of a merchant than I will ever be! She wants to do it! Why don’t you apprentice her? Problem solved! And do you know what's shameful? This anti-Dark Iron prejudice of yours!”

Her father smacked the parchment he was holding down on his desk and stood up, his face reddening with anger. “You’ll no’ tell me what’s best fer this family, girl! This conversation is over!” He stormed out of the room and Brigida’s mother followed soon after, muttering furiously and not quite to herself about ungrateful and uncooperative daughters. The two sisters were left alone; the silence in the room was louder than the shouting.

Brigida felt a headache blooming between her eyes. She rubbed her forehead and sighed. “Well, that could have gone better.”

Briony glanced up at her and cocked an eyebrow. “Were you expecting something different? That’s basically the same argument we’ve been having for the last ten years or so. ‘Variations on a Theme’ by Our Parents.”

Brigida smiled sadly and sat down next to Briony, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and giving her a quick squeeze. “I don’t know why Da is like that, Brye,” she said softly. “You deserve better. You deserve respect.”

Briony leaned into her sister’s embrace and laid her head on her shoulder. “To Da I’ll always be a pretty girl who’ll snag a wealthy son-in-law and have lots of babies. Nothing I ever do or say will make him see anything else.” Brigida nodded to herself; Briony certainly was the pretty one, with black hair and blue eyes, and the voice of an angel. Brigida herself was, as her father liked to call her, a red-headed speckled pup, covered in freckles that no powder could quite disguise, and she had always been more of a scholar than anything, much to her mother’s dismay. Flirting, dancing and needlework were quite beyond her, but give her time to herself and a book or manuscript - especially one that had anything to do with magic - and she was in heaven.

Briony sat up and turned to face her sister. “Listen, Bree, you have to get out of here. You’ve got a chance, you’re of age, and you know what you want. Do it, and don’t look back.”

Brigida looked down at the letter she held in her hand. She’d not even had the chance to show her parents the good news she had received that morning: she had actually found someone who would help her learn to become a mage. She shook her head and slipped the letter into the pocket of her apron. “I can’t leave you here to deal with them alone.”

“I’ll be fine. No, I am fine here. Our parents mean well; they really do love both of us and want the best for us. Well, what they think is best for us. And this is where I belong. But you are meant for something else. I don’t care if you have to go all the way to Dalaran, it’s the right thing to do.”

Brigida frowned, hesitating. “But what about Ma? And Da? They’ll never agree.”

Briony shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. You have your inheritance from Nana. You don't need their permission or their money. What you need is to do this. You’ll go crazy if you stay here. I’d say you’re about halfway there already,” she added, teasing. Then she laid a hand on her sister’s shoulder and looked into her eyes intently, her face solemn. “Do it. Promise me.”

Brigida’s eyes filled with unexpected tears and she whispered, “I promise,” reaching out to hug her sister tight.

Later, sitting on the edge of her bed with her portmanteau half-packed on the floor in front of her, she paused and thought back on the last few hours. How had this ordinary day suddenly become an end? But she knew her sister was right. This was something she had to do and she could think of no reason to wait. She took the letter back out of her pocket and looked at the return address.  Where exactly was Elwynn Forest, anyway? She supposed it was time to find out.



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