Roleplay As Wynncraft-self!

so basically, i can't completely disregard the fourth wall. fun to know...can i at least still lean on it and/or break it a bit?

Spoiler: this is largely a flashback and it gets really fucking long, so

"Alright, we've got a very special guest next up on the Corkus Conversation Corner. Come on down, Mister..."
i just walked up to the seat and took a deep breath. i didn't know it, but this was literally the least painful thing that'd happen to me tonight.
"please, call me thomas. i'm a mage with a pretty...breezy mastery of air, if you will."
"A lover of puns, I see. Well, in that case, let's all-aviate the dark mood over our heads at the moment and get to know you! First off, where do you live?"
"well, i'm a big fan of aldorei...there's nobody there constantly tryin' to make money off me, heh heh."
"I understand. You don't like the hustle and bustle of places like Detlas and Cinfras, then?"
"nope...too busy for me. although here in corkus, it seems pretty...chill, y'know?"
"Well, we do try to keep the business here on the down-low, if you know what I mean.
"trust me, i get where you're comin' from. undercover deals can get you the best stuff for the best price, like the outfit i've got on.
"Going more on that, what is your outfit, exactly?"
i wasn't one for big hoaxes involving giant corporations or organizations - that deal was best left to aldorei's elves - but i'd done quite a bit to get the cash to afford tailoring my morph set to fit my style. the hat was turned into a pair of glasses that i never really wear, the chestplate into somewhat of an insulated elf-ish lab coat with pockets, the pants made into something like shorts, and the shoes made into slippers.
"it's a morph set that's been tailored to look more like casual attire so i don't attract a shitload of attention...you understand, right?"
i didn't tell him, but the real reason was because i couldn't wear it if it didn't look inconspicuous - people would be able to tell a fully-armored fellow in aldorei just by looking through the people, and that was the last thing i needed.
"Definitely. Now, if I could ask you about your wand..."
"it was a gift from a friend. and that's all i wanna say about that."
"But, it looks like a miniature pheonix, how did you-"
with reflexes of sheer windpower, i slammed my hand over his mouth. i didn't wanna talk about the subject. the wand itself actually wasn't what it seemed - it was literally a stick. i had won the wand itself from a bet with the psychomancer over a duel, but the wand didn't get its ability from itself; my adoptive father, who had died shortly after i was identified to be fit for a job as official aldorei sentry mage, had helped me master the art of raw magic. of course, i didn't bother trying to explain this, as i still to this day tear up when trying to explain what happened, and elect to keep that silent. the story of my father and i is best told at another time, another place...under different circumstances. i uncovered his mouth as i spoke again, sitting back in my seat.
"i said, that's all we're going to say about that."
"...very well. I understand you might have some sort of value within it. In any case, what element do you specialize in?"
i told him what i'll tell you now: that is an easy choice. air, of course. i may be weak physically, but i know how to avoid death, and what better way to do that than by dodging with the power of wind? what i didn't tell him was that the elves of aldorei generally wanted me to remain peaceful, hence forcing me to meet with the master of bantisu temple most nights to train in the art of air magic in secret.
"Okay...since we're on the subject, do you have any special abilities that come with such great mastery of air?"
there were so many different things i could tell him about, so many different spells i could summon...the elven railguns, the giant sickle, the bones, anything...but i left it all out except what you'd expect. no sense in drawin' too much attention.
"just the norm from an air master...wind prison, teleportation, that sort of stuff. also, what time is it? i've got an important thing to do at 9."
"It's around 8:30...where are you off to?"
"home. i've gotta be back in aldorei by 9. i've got a job there."
"Ah, understood. Well, it was a pleasure meeting you."
"same. you can bet i'll be showin' up in corkus again soon, and it'll be for different reasons."
"We'll certainly keep in touch. Have a great night!"
"you too."

had i known the night i was going to have, i'd have responded to that last sentence a hell of a lot differently. it was a long journey considering corkus can only be accessed through an airship just outside cinfras. the only port the province has is llevigar...and if it weren't a 3-day trip i needed to cover in 1 hour, i'd have picked llevigar considering it's immensely less expensive to ride on an old fellow's boat as opposed to flying on an airship in the scammiest of cities, but hey, what can you do.

i gave the pilot a little tip for his service...ok, more like a few le because believe it or not that's the expected flight tip in gavel...and started on my way towards aldorei. i was around halfway there when...well...
"Hahaha..."
it was a giggle...unlike any i'd ever heard. painful, demonic, and quick to start and end. "who's there?" the question went without a response for a moment, then...
"Oh, Thomas, you're just too precious...always thinking you know what you're doing, breaking the game in ways it shouldn't be..."
"..." i had no response to this. i couldn't even muster the simplest "hi, how are ya, i'm a human with crippling back problems and near-forbidden knowledge of magic" to respond to this voice.
"A shame I need to do this to get you back on track with reality."

then it came.
a simple slash to the gut, one that wouldn't hurt most people...but it hurt. it hurt a lot. the slash had pierced through to my spine and dented it hard, maybe even unaligned it. i couldn't stay standing. i had to lay down, hands to my spine trying to re-align it. and the pain...the excruciating pain, the kind that keeps getting worse and never stops. i passed out within an inch of my life.

elrund and legolus went to cinfras 3 days later. it was the first time i'd ever missed my shift as sentry multiple days in a row in 3 and a half years, so they figured something must've happened and went to the one other city in gavel i ever visited anymore. i was in a coma when this happened, but when i woke up a week after the incident my spine was re-aligned...but my hands looked like i was one of those skeletal models people might use in a human science class.
"what the hell's this about?"
elrund was the one to speak up. "It was the only way we could manage to salvage what was needed to re-align your spine again after an injury that bad. What even happened?"
"it's nothin', elrund...just had a particularly bad time in corkus, that's all. you know how i am with new places. come on, let's go back to aldorei. i'm sure everyone else is worried sick."
"If you're sure you're okay...just be careful not to take anymore damage to your body. You take so much as a rock, and you'll end up dead. You know how fragile your body's been since..."
"don't worry about it, elrund, i'm fine. now come on."

and so we went back to aldorei...

...even after the 12 years since then, i never told him or any of the elves about anything regarding the incident. didn't wanna worry him. already knows i'm barely able to summon half the shit i can without the determination necessary to do so, can't have 'em worryin' about my physical health too. so who am i?

name's thomas breezus, my last name bein' a suggestion by elrund. nice to make your acquaintance.

am i good to come into this whole roleplay thing yet or no?

 

The night was quiet and dark. I was hiding in my hideout near what was left of Troms from the battle. I took one last look out towards the ruins of Troms and went to bed. All of a sudden I heard a loud noise and instantly sat up, spear in hand. I crept towards the entrance of my hideout and spared a glance at what was out there. I saw monsters roaming around as far as my eye could see, some roaming randomly, and others running towards Troms to look for whoever might still be alive. Being the cold asshole I was, I went back to sleep ignoring the screams and groans from the once great city and went back to bed. The next morning I woke up and went about my daily routine. Wake up, find some food, slay about a million overrun monsters, and see if anyone somehow survives the constant onslaughts from the monsters. usually I find nobody, alive that is, but this time I found a young girl. She was around 13 or 14 and was hiding in the basement of The Salted Salmon griping hard onto the dead body of her mother. When she saw me she instantly recoiled in fear of me. No I guess when someone enters your safe place weapon drawn you would be afraid but I had a promise to keep to the ones I lost. I put away my weapon and told the girl that I wouldn't hurt her and that I have a safer place to stay than here. She reluctantly decides to come with me as long as I helped her bury her mom properly. I reluctantly agree and pick up the mother's body and grab the girl's hand as we both walk out into the light. The next thing I knew I was placing the body into the hole and covering it up again when I heard a screech from the distance. The girl starts whimpering as she remembers what that noise means and I start to hurriedly cover the body and grab the girl. As we run to my hideout, a loud sound, as if something were smashing something big is heard and, with one last push, I fire my charge spell and grab the girl launching us into the hideout and closing the entrance.

That night was the longest I've ever had. As we heard the beast outside running around smashing everything, I tried to ease the tension by asking the girl some questions and answering hers in return. I hound out that her name was Heather and that she was training to become the most powerful mage in Wynn. I, in turn, told her that I wad _lord_hades and that I was just trying to survive and get through my life my way rather than the monster's way. She then out of nowhere asked me if I had a family of my own and if I knew if they were still alive. I tensed up as she said this and, getting emotional, yelled at her that it was my business and that I didn't need to talk about it if I didn't want to. Truth is, I didn't know if my family was alive or not. In the beginning of the corruption takeover and the beginning of the apocalypse , I had run home to find everything missing and not a trace of anyone having ever lived there.

The morning after that, I woke up to the sound of movement. instantly reacting on pure instinct, I drew my weapon and aimed at who or whatever it was. I then saw the girl and remembered what had happened the night before. Apologizing to the girl, I quickly sheathed my spear and asked, as nice as I could, if she had a good night. The girl just stared at me with a look of accusation as if I had done something bad. I looked to where she pointed and saw the mess of my hideout. She told me that living in a mess is very unhealthy and that I need to clean it up. I tell her that this place is mine and I can do what I want in it. She stared at me for a while and then just started walking out of the hideout. Remembering the promise I made to my friends, I started panicking and told her that I would clean it up. She turned around smiling and said thank you.

Those hours were So long and boring. I had to pick up months worth of trash and clean up so many messes. When it was all over I flopped onto the floor and sat there. I almost fell asleep when I remembered what I had told myself. An unaware person is the one who dies first. This had been my motto every since the apocalypse began and had kept me from dying many times over. I reluctantly got up and went to look for the girl. I found her looking around the place and staring at the picture I had of my friends on the mantle. I quickly ran in front of it and told her to look at something else. As I was putting the cover back over the picture, she asked me if that was my family. As I was about to change the subject she told me to not try and dodge the answer because she would leave if I did knowing that I had a promise of some kind to keep her safe. I sighed and sat down. I began from where that picture's story began.

They were not my family, but rather were friends close enough to be family. There was the archer ajschroeder123, the mage tjmoore03, and the assassin trapzZ. They were all around me smiling and laughing with me. I told her about the many adventures we had gone on and how we all claimed we liked to work alone but kept meeting up again and getting stronger with each other. She asked me if they were still alive. All I could do was get up and show her another covered item. It was a display case that held 3 weapons in it. An enchanted bow, an enchanted wand, and an enchanted dagger. She stared at the 3 weapons for a long time and then she started to cry. I don't know why she did. They weren't her friends. They weren't her family. They hadn't risked their lives for you or had you risk your life for them. They hadn't shielded you as you lie on the ground nearly dead and gave their lives for you to escape leaving only their weapons for you to have to remember them... Well this was the beginning of my guy's story. Hope you guys enjoyed and I know if seems depressing now but hey, it's the Apocalypse, what did you expect? I'll probably add more later if I can think of anything else to add to his backstory. maybe him and Heather working together on a mission or something. Who knows.

 

That's deep, man... I'll be waiting to hear the rest, if you're up to it.

 

Believe me I will be just gotta think of what to do next.

 

Woah... I just had the weirdest fever dream or something...
Listen, guys; whatever you do, do NOT go near the big blue mushroom!

 

*smirks* Heh I remember those mushrooms. When me and the guys were adventuring we happened across them. The experience ended with trapzZ blacking out and tj and aj having to drag me and trapzZ out of the cave. Those were the good days before everything happened... Well let's not dwell on that for now.

 

so did i do well with my backstory or no? probably gonna mess with it a bit more as time goes on and more things are revealed. also, how exactly does this work?

 

Æron, a grizzeled veteran archer that mostly spends his days scouting. Using an heirloom bow from the swamp city of Olux, he can be found running from spiders, climbing in the canyon of the lost, or drinking a lot of nemeract wiskey. (Will probably add more)

Also, how awesome would an RP server be?

 

I think you did good. As for how this works, I don't really know either tbh.

 

I suppose the whole thing could be a roll play server if we wanted it to be.