Roleplay As Wynncraft-self!

PLEASE READ BEFORE POSTING!
Just something I thought of. Here we discuss and talk about stuff in the guise of our in-game selves.
For example, I'm Tylow, a skilled archer from Fruma who is generally jolly, albeit often underestimating of others abilities and such. I'm quick to point out racism in Gavel and a constant abuser of Escape's +3 minutes speed boost, often leaving my friends in my wake. I use Ascension, a Thunder and Air-based bow that I've half-made with the help of a mage friend of mine. I use mostly only bomb arrows.
Join in if you want, the rules are as follows:

• You may not talk of things outside of Wynncraft.
• You may not refer to things you wouldn't know of, if you were living in the world of Wynncraft. (E.g. Glitches, game mechanics and the sort.)
• You may not have a Mary Sue as your character. (A Mary Sue is a 'perfect' character with little to no negative attributes.
• You may not pretend to be a person whose power is on par with that of Siegfried or Bob.
• Your in-game feats don't matter - in this, you never defeated Bob's Reincarnation, you aren't the lone saviour of the Ice Nations and you never touched Azoth.
• This doesn't mean you can't be powerful, and that you can't have some neat feats under your belt - just that they can't make you a great legend of a person
• You may posses Legendaries, but not more than two.
• You may not posses Mythicals.
• If you need to communicate in this thread, but not through your character, please write everything that is out-of-character in the darkest shade of yellow.

Now that you've read this, you may join the thread.

 

I guess I'll own 999999999 Master vouchers, =P

 

Sorry this is my first time replying to a thread :P
Hello I am Remonation the suicidal mage. Like I have said I am a mage and I have done alot of favors to people. I am from the great city of Ragni. I was asleep when ever we arrived at the area we needed to be at. I have help Sherk and I have helped Tarold with his friend Bob. I have stopped Llevigar from exploding and I am currently trying to stop the evil WynnExcavation Co. I am level 64 :P I am suicidal because when people say that a dungeon is hard and you will die in 30 seconds I jump in and try to kill them without a second thought.

 

Well this is sorta kinda dead so I'll add in.
I'm Kra3tys, the werecat human hybrid created by an illegal experimentation in alternate dimension magic in Corkus. All research and even the lab was cleaned. There is no evidence except me. I escaped, and I'm now trapped here. In my universe Werecats are civilized where humans are not. The Orcs and Gerts are our friendly Gavel neighbors. We broke off from our evil Villager captors in Fruma. The Dwarves and Doguns are living together in peace and occupy the skylands. The dragons are still alive and are enslaved by them as work animals, drawing the islands back together. A group of Gerts live alone in the void, supplied by the very well funded Dr. Ynnos. They're working together to produce magic energy crystals to not only stabilize the skylands, but give all races the power of flight, something mages were unable to accomplish in out universe. So far it only works on islands and very strong earth mages. Adaptations were being made before I left. I was the leading scientist, in both the multi-dimensional project, and the sky crystals.
The war between light and dark raged in Dern, and the darkness was being pushed back slowly, with the help of the high priest Eluzterp, who developed the ultimate holy element from slimes deep under Almuj.
Kra3tys was not my first name.
KrA3TyS Stands for Krypton, Aluminum 3, Tytanium - (Titanium in your strange spelling), and Sulfur. The compound forcefully created to break the walls between universes with the help of a sky crystal.

Mages in my universe could not draw upon the powers of our wands, and nor can I here.
In exchange though we could use multiple wands for a full spectrum of elements.
Historical science cannot determine which is cause or effect.
I personally developed a technique of spreading my ice snake to create a field of ice, stopping many opponents at once, while being less damaging.
I am Kra3tys and this is my story.

 

Wait, why exactly can we have not killed bob?

 

Because that means all of us have killed Bob. The same reason Skyrim can never be multiplayer, "We are all the Thane of Whiterun."

 

Ok yeah that's a valid point. But then technically we shouldn't have done any quests. We all killed sayleros' brother, we all saved almujs water supply, etc

 

And ingame that's just fine, but here where it's a roleplay things get mixed up sometimes. You'll have to make up any feats you've done.

 

do i dare join in, because my part would be slowly murdering people until everybody is dead

 

Sure, just make sure to not actually kill any of us. NPC's, as long as they are not on par with Bob or someone else, are free grounds.

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Oh yeah, and when you aren't talking within the roleplay, so to speak, use this shade of yellow.

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Thanks for sorting out that in my absence.

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Use black, so I don't have to use CTRL+C, CTRL+V and Microsoft Word to understand what you're saying. ;)
Well, how nice it is to meet you upon these Volcanic Isles! Do you have any business here? Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I'm Tylow, a bardic archer come from Fruma. I currently reside in a small house west of Detlas. Anyways, what are you doing here? I, if you ask, was sent here to... slay monsters. I'm doing something else, but I am keeping it secret. But that's still skipping my own question. What's your business upon these incinerated isles?

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*Comes across you while venturing in Gavel* What... are you? Nevermind, probably just some monster. Perish, being of Decay! *Puts a kindled arrow bomb to my bowstring.*

 

*Teleports behind you and freezes you with ice snake* Chill out bro.

 

Although you may not know me, and very few dare to now, I am _lord_hades proud warrior of my universe. I am generally known for my cockiness in battle and my overuse of the charge spell in travel. I love good fights but hate to lose. Get me angry and I'll unleash my rage of fire on whoever dares oppose me. Like most heroes in my universe, I came from Fruma and fought to protect our new home of Wynn. I started off weak but grew in power over time fighting along with friends until they eventually went on their own merry ways. years passed for me as I grew in power until I eventually found out I was one of the few last heroes in Wynn. I mainly fight alone, claiming that I work better that way, and keep a good Guard over myself. I've never been the same since one of my good friends died to a Werewolf in Gelibord. So, to end this, my world is falling, few heroes remain to combat the corruption but they are well prepared for a fight if they join one, and nobody trust anybody. I'm one of the few who attempts to bring the heroes back together to make one final push against the corruption but nobody dares join me after they've seen the anger I possess. (Side note: is it ok if my guy is level 88 so he can use his Tisuan's Proof I have him with in the game?)
*So how was that? I probably messed this up but I tried my best. I think this works well. If this doesn't work I'll gladly go change it for this. This post idea sounds really cool.*

 

*Frozen* Darn... how is a being of Nesaak over here?... If you're wondering what I mean by that it's because Nesaak is thus far the only ice area besides the Ice Nations.

 

It's not quite what you think, I'm not a monster, I'm sentient.
Long story that I'd rather not delve into.

 

Good character explanation! Just remember to write everything that is out-of-roleplay in the darkest shade of yellow, as *'s tend to be used to signal action. Oh yeah and it's OK to be whatever level you prefer, just remember that you're inferior to the great heroes of legend. ;)

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Surely I'm delusional... A feline human of sorts who's mastered ice and is trying to convince me it's not a monster...

 

(Ok good to know but I can't seem to get my computer to type in that text color ;-;. Also in that case then I'll have my guy be the lvl 100 warrior he is)

 

Aquathe (Real name: Sarim Amarreh)(actually my last name, first name made up)
Rather powerful (92) mage who has only become through sheer determination. Been active adventuring for two years.
(High leveled noob)
Tends to act as if Violence is the only answer in the only way to solve a problem is through flaming rocks of doom.
Somehow got his hands on The Mementos, a pair of boots that bestow great magical power of all who wear them (lost the memory of his 6th birthday party though)
Also somehow GOT KILLED AND KEPT GOING, seeing as he's an undead adventurer at this point. Also, he raided a ghost ship about half a year ago at the request of some "merchants", and got this great pirate outfit.

Tl;Dr
Generally an overpowered fool. Likes to impress people. Undead Pirates yay

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Aquathe is adventuring in Molten heights, trying to find a new "be famous" thing
Not like he's gonna interact with people anytime soon

 

So how and when are we going to start this story? Cause it would be nice to start now.

 

Let's see, where to start...
Well, my full name's Voltaire Deyna Siano, my title is Volt Siano, but I prefer to simply go by Volt. I'm a lone wolf from the small village of Noel, a settlement just outside of the Wynn provence. I'd like to say I'm an experienced warrior, having defeated many powerful foes, though I am a bit inclined towards throwing caution to the wind; for better or for worse, I have an acute sense of my life energy (Soul Points), and knowing I have energy to spare lets me rush headlong into any fight, whether I'm prepared or not. My ongoing quest, however, is a lot tamer--to find all the components of the Morph Set. (Speaking of which, if anybody here knows where I can get a Morph Topaz, that would be great. Like, seriously, before you get distracted, stop reading and comment down below if you know. 'Twould be much appreciated.) What brings me here, you ask? Well, let me back up a bit.

I used to work with my family on our small farm, living a simple life of tending to crops. One day, however, as I was out working the fields, I found myself being attacked by a group of bandits, who were demanding they take what little money and resources we had. Mind you, I had been in a few fights before, mainly when I and another townsman were at an impasse that couldn't be resolved with words; but those fights were hardly life threatening. This one, though, was a choice between giving up the livelihood of my family and risking my very life. I chose the latter. I can't quite remember all the details of that fight, but in summary, I took down four men with nothing but a scythe.
Upon telling my father, he immediately enlisted me into the village's guard. The extra money I helped to bring in allowed my parents to hire a farm hand, giving me the ability to devote myself to protecting Noel full time. It was grueling work, but I found I enjoyed it much better than farming; it was a nice change, if nothing else.
Now, the Corruption was fairly well known in my village, and its spawn were gradually seeping out beyond the Wynn provence into areas like ours. We did fight a few zombies on a daily basis, but it was never that many. All the same, this slight knowledge and experience was not enough to prepare me and my fellow guards for what was to come.

The night was like any other, clear and crisp, and rather peaceful at that. There had been an unusual amount of zombie encounters that day, and I was worn out from covering my friend's shift. I must have dozed off or something, because the next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake and the other guy who was taking the evening shift with me was shouting something like, "...coming from all directions! Go tell the others!"
Never had I seen so many. The monsters had broken through the West gate, with all the others about to give away as well. I slayed more zombies in that night than I ever had in all my days as a guard. I had arrived at the barracks, but everybody else was already aware of what was happening. I joined the fight in earnest now, slashing left and right, often running to a doorway to fight off the undead that were storming it. After one such occasion, I found myself down an alley, with zombies flooding through the entrance. Small detail, I know, but it was then that I found out something about myself. Backed into a corner, desperately fighting off the hordes that groaned for my flesh, I felt something welling up inside me. I wasn't sure what it was, but it tugged at my chest, fighting to break free. I felt some sort of instinct take over, and holding out my paw, I let loose the raw energy within me.
When the smoke cleared, there was hardly anything left of the undead; a couple limbs and heads, sure, but they weren't moving. I wasn't quite sure what I had just done, but I didn't have the time to worry about it--the spawn of the Corruption were still swarming through my village. I rose to my feet, shook the sweat out of my hair, and hurried out of the alley.

When morning came, the last of the invaders were being slain. Our village had won, but not without cost. I don't want to go into much detail, but... the sounds of mourning were in the air.
It's not something I like to talk about, or even think about, but... my parent's house was on the outskirts of the village, beyond the wall and....
Exhales...
I didn't have any strength left for wailing and mourning; my body had been drained from both its physical and magical excursions, and it took almost a full week to recover. After I had regathered my strength, I joined the others in repairing the damages done to my village. But the whole time, I just didn't feel right. There were now too many sad memories attached to this place, memories I wanted to escape from.
Soon enough, I left Noel, setting out for Wynn in search of a new life. But beyond that, I set out to avenge my parents, and to do whatever I could to stop the Corruption. I can't change the past; I can't change what has happened to me. However, I can keep others from meeting the same end my parents did, and from feeling the pain that still resides in me.

...What, too depressing? Hey, I didn't choose this story for me; the One Who Watches Us did! Anyways, my instincts are telling me that somebody's got a quest they need done. I'll be back to hear more from you guys later.

 

The assassin walked in the passages of the canyon, it was the dead of night in the canyon and monsters crawled around every corner. "No sleep for the weary, huh?" The assassin mutters under his breath. A few harpy's flew low around a cave as if they wanted to stay away from it, the assassin threw 3 smoke bombs at them while they were off guard. "Who's there!?" The largest harpy coughed out. "Oh, just a little poison for you." The assassin said trying to stay away from the smoke. The harpy's flew out of the smoke and they breathed loudly, the smallest harpy cast a wind spell to disperse the smoke and the other ones got ready to swoop down at him.

The harpy's swooped at speeds that could rival a wolfs sprint came down at the assassin, there was no time to dodge and the assassins arm was slashed with their sharp claws. Blood crawled down his arm but with his one able arm he grabbed up his dagger ready to fight, the harpy's did not move but they had a grin on their faces, before the assassin could start advancing towards them he was slashed again by the smallest one, the one he had forgot about, the small harpy did not bother with his other arm but went for the kill, aiming for his organs but the claws did not hit their mark, it missed but still teared a bit of his skin off.

The assassin was badly damaged but the poison from the smoke had started to take effect, one of the harpy's started to cough out blood while the other two had worse effects inflicted onto them. As the eyes of the largest ones was bleeding he shouted out in a coarse voice "What the hell! What was in that poison. Give us the antido-." Before the harpy could finish he vomited out a surplus of blood and his wings became weak, the smallest harpy fell and died at that moment. The harpy's were defenseless and slowly losing their life, the largest one was left last and his last words were "Damn you, human!" before he started his rest for all of eternity.