1x1 Amazondreamer & Oakleafwolf, WoW RP

[amazondreamer]

Introduction

This is a private RP for Oakleafwolf and myself of our two characters from World of Warcraft. We've recently been playing together on a dwarven paladin and warrior and we were mulling over where the two of them come from and how they got together. Rather than RP it out in game we decided to do a forum based RP which allows for more freedom and flexibility in terms of time lines and control of multiple characters.

Setting

This RP takes place in the world of Azeroth, created by Blizzard Entertainment for their Warcraft franchise. The time line is set early the events of WotLK, the Alliance presence in Northrend is well established, but the events of Wrathgate have not yet occurred. Geographically, this RP is centered around Stormwind, Ironforge and the Eastern Kingdoms. For simplicity's sake, I am including here several maps and reference images to keep us on track. This section will be updated as needed. (Maps from WowWiki)

Stormwind City
Ironforge
Surrounding Regions

Plot

The plot will center around the meeting of Mahve and Cailean and a journey they will undertake together.

[amazondreamer]

Character Sheet
Name: Mahev Ferrin

Race: Dwarf

Age: 87 (comparable to early middle age in humans)

Class: Paladin

History: Mahev is descendant from a long and distinguished line of dwarven stonemasons. She enlisted as a foot soldier during the First War and served with honor for several decades. The horrors of the Third War caused Mahev to reevaluate her lifestyle and she joined the Holy Order of the Silver Hand.

Personality: Mahev is gruff and at times belligerent, she has little patience for cowards or those who have lead a “coddled” life. Her expectations are of professionalism and competence in those she meets. Loyalty and respect are two of her most valued attributes in herself and others.

[oakleafwolf]

Character Sheet: Cailean of Frosthold



Dwarf Warrior
Age: 30; (only just adult, a young 20-something in humans)

History:
Cailean is a Frostborn dwarf from the area around Ulduar in the Storm Peaks of Northrend. All she'd ever wanted to do since childhood was become and army officer and lead a military career; but while she took naturally to the sword, women of her people either heal or stand with the archers. Intent on joining a melee company, she managed to prove her weapon skills, but hasn't earned the respect she was longing for. When the siege began on Ulduar, she was denied a place in the siege and told what amounted to, "stay home, little girl and let the real military deal with this nasty 'ol titan problem."

Angry with the system, and also hoping to learn something of the race from which the Frostborn's king descended, Cailean packed up and headed to the nearest harbor to take a boat out of Northrend and see the rest of the world.

Personality:
Cailean is young and hungry. She's cocky, a little angsty (although she's close to growing out of it), a little angry, and stubborn; though all of this behind a deeply ingrained military discipline and basic desire to prove herself.

[amazondreamer]

The sun shone brightly on a fair summer morning, a smattering of clouds passed lazily across the azure sky. Raucous seabirds jeered to each other, their cries echoing off the stony ramparts of Stormwind Harbor. Several ships were docked, and the rhythmic heaving of the waters set their rigging to jangling and their beams to creaking. Above all was the constant hum of conversation as wharfs men went about the business of loading and unloading what seemed to be an endless flow of cargo.

Mahev Ferrin, a dwarven paladin, shifted uncomfortably. Her leg had fallen asleep again. She watched the bustle on the harbor from her perch midway up the steep walls of the harbor. Stormwind, which she presently called home, was a great destination for folks of all walks of life. Her eyes scanned the crowd, easily picking out knots of purple skinned elves, and the even stranger looking blue skinned Draenei. Mahev shook her head, even after several years she still hadn’t quite gotten used to that lot, or their uncanny resemblance to the Demons. They were harmless enough, and even shared the paladin’s faith, after their own fashion.

Mahev had come down to the harbor to meditate, or at least that had been her intention. But with the sun warm on her back and the playful sea breezes tugging at her hair she found herself slipping not into a trance but a light doze.

[oakleafwolf]

It's hot as Ignis' furnace out here! Cailean shifted her gear uncomfortably to her other shoulder. She stood on the deck of an enormous ship that was just docking and waited for the bustle to die down. The sun was hot, the birds and humans were noisy, and her stomach was still not necessarily happy, even after so many weeks afloat to get used to sea travel. The only relief came from the occasional gusts of wind off the sea, but they didn't seem to be able to compensate for the fur trim on her cloak.

Several uncomfortable minutes later, the sailors were finally tossing lines to other sailors on the docks and swinging out the gangplank. Cailean resettled the bag on her shoulder again, shoved a bit of fur trim out away from her arm and took one step... only to have the activity on board double. Now there were not only men moving all over the deck, but men carrying things with no thought to anyone who might be trying to get off the ship.

The young warrior tried slipping between some of the sailors as they disembarked with cargo, only to be kicked and tripped over. Replying to their curses in kind she dodged back through to similar end, and finally decided to find her own way off. She edged along the side rail to the stairs leading to the upper deck, climbed them, and once there scrambled up to stand on the rail, inspecting the dock below.

Crates, boxes, ah! There! Looks like a nice big pile of grain sacks, those should serve my purpose! Cailean scooted crablike along the rail until she was positioned over the grain, and leapt over, landing lightly on her feet just in time to be deafened.

"HEY YOU! Wotcher think yer doin'?! Gerrof o' that cargo, the army need to eat ye know!" bellowed a broad sailor next to her, advancing on her position.

"Just gettin off the boat!" She cheerfully bellowed back, looking to find a way through the crowd and get out of this ridiculously packed port. The sailor, however, had other ideas and grabbed the only part of her in reach, her pack, dragging her down off the sacks.

Cailean decided enough was really quite enough and started to lay into him with her fists and feet as more sailors came to see what the matter was and either join their comrade trying to extricate her from the cargo or lay odds on the outcome of the scuffle.

[amazondreamer]

The rumble of angry voices cut through Mahev’s slumber and she sat upright, peering down towards the wharf to see the source of the commotion. A young dwarven lass stood in the midst of a swarm of angry sailors and dock workers, holding them at bay with flying fists and a stream of curses. At least one fellow appeared to be nursing a bloody nose.

“Bloody ‘ell,” Mahev muttered to herself and spared a cursory glance around for the Stormwind Guards, whose job such matters were. A wide eyed guard, with armor a tad too large for his gawky frame fingered his cudgel. His partner had already dashed off, presumably to fetch reinforcements. “Feh,” she snorted as she ran, “settin’ greenhorns ta watch the Harbor?”

The noise level increased as she drew nearer to the fight. Without hesitating Mahev threw herself into the mass, elbowing aside the gawkers, gamblers and pickpockets with contempt. The dense mass of bodies moved and pulsed like a living organism, but by the judicious application of her fist to knees and other tender parts Mahev cleared a path for herself to the center of the circle.

The lass was facing off against a particularly burly specimen of a dockworker, his round face curled into an angry grimace. Mahev spared a moment to assess the condition of the lass, she sported a few bruises and appeared to be sweating profusely but otherwise barely winded.

“Alright” Mahev bellowed, projecting her voice to carry through the crowd, “Tha’s jest about enough o’ that! Stand down, the both o’ yeh.”

[oakleafwolf]

Cailean was dodging to the side, letting the annoyingly persistent sailor bash his fist down on a nice piece of metal sticking out from her gear. As he swore and shook his hand, huffing and bellowing in preparation for another jab, she quickly struck out at the soft spot above his kneecap, making him stumble and swear again, missing his next punch. The world was focused in on their fight, she no longer noticed the noise of the crowd and the pulsing of bodies around her except as obstacles to look out for. She knew she'd taken a couple of hits, but they hadn't started to hurt yet, and she was just on the far side of the focus point where fighting was something your body did while your mind studied the situation.

She crowed another insult to the man's mother and prepared to lay into his stomach when a loud yell rife with parade-ground military discipline cut through her dissociation, snapping her back into the moment and freezing her fists. As she looked for the source of that authority, she learned that her brawling partner was not so hindered and took his fist directly to the side of her head; making her see stars and hear a dull ringing.

[amazondreamer]

Wincing in sympathy as the young fighter took a nasty blow to the head Mahev pulled herself up to her full height and forcibly interposed herself between the two combatants. “Ah said stand down!” Her hand drifted oh so casually to the hilt of her mace and she glared up at the sailor who blinked at her slowly.

“Ah donna know what started this little scuffle, nor do Ah care. But Ah do know that the guard’s on ets way. If’n yeh both care ta cool yer heels in th’ stocks go on an’ beat eacho’er witless. But I’d ruther not be called in ta testify as witness to this mess.”

The sailor opened his mouth to protest but Mahev fixed the burly man with an icy glare. “Bah, th’ squirt’s not worth it.” One of his cronies hissed, placing a restraining hand on the sailor’s shoulder, “That ‘un there… she’s a paladin. Ya don’t wanna be messin’ with that Brody.” With a shrug, the mountain of a man turned his back on the two dwarves, spat a bloody glob on the dock planks and ambled back towards his ship in the rolling gait of an experienced seaman.

The crowd murmured in disappointment as their spectacle dispersed. Mahev rolled her eyes and turned towards the young fighter. Her eyes flicker over the youngster in a professional assessment. Most of the bruises looked minor enough, though the blow to the head might have done some damage. She wanted to check for signs of concussion, but first she’d have to get the lass someplace a bit quieter. No sense looking for more trouble on the docks.

“Welcome t’ Stormwind, lass.” She said dryly, her eyebrow quirking sardonically. “Ah trust yeh didnne come ‘ere jest ta pick fights.”

[oakleafwolf]

Cailean's ears were still ringing and the dwarf in front of her was still a little fuzzy around the edges. Though the newcomer had a well-seamed face, there was a deep, wiry sort of strength and the dry sense of humor immediately struck a cord. This must be the source of that shout...

Gathering herself up with as much dignity as she could muster while covered in dust and blood, Cailean had just opened her mouth to reply, but the other dwarf was already herding her up a long ramp to the big walls of the city. Soon the world stopped being fuzzy around the edges; although, the adrenaline was also wearing off and the bruises, while minor, were starting to bloody hurt.

"I'm lookin' fer where th' dwarves live." she finally managed to say. If she was going to be led around on parade, she should at least try to provide some direction! "For Yorg's people, 'e came from here, right? I mean, he had to be from somewhere, and I want to find it."

Finishing, she looked hopefully at her impromptu leader.