Conan, Day Three
Jun. 9th, 2009 11:03 pmDAY THREE: SCORECARD
Jeweled Thrones Crushed under My Sandaled Feet: Zero
Lamentations of Women Heard : Zero.
Rowboats Stolen: One
Number of Converts Recruited into Impromptu Apocalypse Cult: Zero. But working on it...
Other Highlights...

Housecats Threatened with Hellfire: One

Bottles of Rancid Wine Purchased: Three

Mysterious Women Glimpsed by Moonlight: One.
I went on two solo quests, which involved delivering a bottle of healing potion from a healer to a spy on an island, and returning to her with a message. At this point she tried to recruit me to pick herbs to heal some grotty NPC I didn't care about. I decided to get down to serious roleplaying, and stood in the town square, warning everyone of the coming Volcanic Apocalypse. Whenever a new player came through the gate, I would try to attract their attention with a dire warning along the lines of:
"Do not trust the town crier!"
"Doom!"
"Death is coming to Tortage!"
"Turn back to the jungle, this city is doomed!"
I didn't get any nibbles, though a 65th level guy with a small army of monsters offered me a guild membership, which I declined.
Jeweled Thrones Crushed under My Sandaled Feet: Zero
Lamentations of Women Heard : Zero.
Rowboats Stolen: One
Number of Converts Recruited into Impromptu Apocalypse Cult: Zero. But working on it...
Other Highlights...
Housecats Threatened with Hellfire: One
Bottles of Rancid Wine Purchased: Three
Mysterious Women Glimpsed by Moonlight: One.
I went on two solo quests, which involved delivering a bottle of healing potion from a healer to a spy on an island, and returning to her with a message. At this point she tried to recruit me to pick herbs to heal some grotty NPC I didn't care about. I decided to get down to serious roleplaying, and stood in the town square, warning everyone of the coming Volcanic Apocalypse. Whenever a new player came through the gate, I would try to attract their attention with a dire warning along the lines of:
"Do not trust the town crier!"
"Doom!"
"Death is coming to Tortage!"
"Turn back to the jungle, this city is doomed!"
I didn't get any nibbles, though a 65th level guy with a small army of monsters offered me a guild membership, which I declined.
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Date: 2009-06-10 07:04 pm (UTC)Last time I was around the RP server was Emerald Dream, but that has probably changed in the year or so since I played last.
There were three types of RP I saw on World of Warcraft. The most obvious was Bar Roleplaying, where rival gangs of roleplayers would take over the various NPC bars in the city of Stormwind (the human city) and roleplay Bartenders and patrons while shouting on group chat what rare alcohols they had imported from the far corners of the game world. There was at least four bars in Stormwind, maybe more. I know there was a Dwarven Bar, a Human Bar, and at least two Wizard Bars though. One of the Wizard Bars was haunted, so it didn't get used very much, 'cause non-roleplayers kept coming in to do the ghost busters quest.
There was also the Lion's Pride Inn and Whorehouse, where most of the sex roleplaying on World of Warcraft happens. It's the first inn that human players get to visit, in Elwynn Forest. Very quaint with a lovely pond in back.
The third kind of roleplaying was guild roleplaying, where you joined a guild who had organized internal roleplaying that was consistant between the players, but not consistent with other roleplaying guilds, and often contradicted the setting of Azeroth.
I remember one time I was playing a Paladin and I was on my way to the Cathedral of Light to pick up some new spells, and there was an RP vampire attacking a woman by the fountain in the Chapel District, and I had to focus to prevent myself from White Knighting and ruining their scene; I mean, obviously she was in on it and they were doing it for fun, but doing it on a roleplay server in front of the cathedral of light where every paladin and priest in town will visit regularly? Geez. XD