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Everything posted by Vakshna

  1. Hey folks, The Gambler is back! While I no longer play WoW I was hoping to get into contact with some of the former rpers I have wrote with in the past and see if they are interested in working on some projects together again.  Message me if you are interested!

  2. Hey folks, it’s Gurrah the Gambler here! Those of you who know me or even vaguely recognize my name probably know me best from the “Goblin Interim year 23” started in 2010 as a precursor to the cataclysm release and an introduction to all the Goblins joining in the twisting nether RP community at the time. An epic RP trilogy started by brothers Rikt and Chikt. Over the course of this trilogy I met many amazingly talented writers, some were good from the get go and had the entire story and character development plotted out way in advance (looking at you Rikt and Chikt), others like myself evolved and improved as the stories went on developing both our characters and ourselves as writers. Others swooped in unexpectedly and blew us away with a epic antagonist/protagonist encounters like “Smiles Macblaster” whom to this day has been one of my favorite writers to work with. I remember during the writing of these rp’s I would log in from my trade school when I got out of class every damn day, so excited to see who wrote what and how the story progressed I could barely contain myself. Through these experiences I grew as a writer, I learned where my strengths and weaknesses were and just through working with you was inspired to improve just so I felt worthy playing on the same field as you folks. I realized my strengths were solid in combat scenes and sarcastic humor, I developed ways to show the darker side of my character P.T.S.D, Alcoholism, and haunting memories and regrets from life as an assassin. I learned how to express my character’s point of view in emotional and rational (and occasionally irrational) reactions. Working with you folks helped me develop skills in writing that required more finesse and thoughtfulness than any collegiate writing class had ever taught me. As of now I have long left the depressing swamps of Florida, moved to the Seattle area, and have a beautiful wife whom I get to enjoy the pleasure of writing collaboratively with as a bonding pastime (she’s an absolute bookworm, a status I wouldn’t have been able to impress had it not been for my experiences of writing with you amazing folks.). I still find myself nostalgic and logging back into TNG just to read and re-read the Goblin Rp’s where I got my start writing stories rather than just poetry. To any of the writers I’ve worked with in the past please, reach out to me on here. I would love the opportunity to reconnect and work on more projects together, just send me a message and a link to the story we’ve worked together on and I will get back in touch as soon as possible. I will be logging on to check about once a week, and while I don’t play wow anymore I am working on other non-wow related projects that I would love to work with some folks on. If you have wow stories you’d like help with I can bring in Gurrah the Gambler or other characters for a Cameo or two. To the fellow writers of the Goblin interim stories from 2010, and the others I’ve worked with in the past (looking at you Venedict, also we totally need to meet up again and catch up for old times sake, I haven’t forgotten about you.) Thank you for a fun and memorable experience and helping me evolve as a fantasy writer. if any of you still scout these forums please feel free to PM me. Sincerely, Gurrah the Gambler. Goblin, assasin, smart-ass, and alcoholic.
  3. ((I'd just like to point out this particular story is based during cata and is simply a back story to help relate the events from then till MoP. One of several installments, i've been meaning to pick back up on this for a while ))
  4. Gurrah hadn’t slept a wink by the time the sun rose the next morning. Although he’d become accustomed to restless nights, his visitor had shaken him up a bit, that compounded with his nightmares had made sleep impossible. With a sigh of relief at having lived to see the next sunrise he got out of bed and made his way to the counter. He noticed the sack of coins was rather large, after counting three-hundred-fifty pieces of gold he grew curious. It was an unusually generous amount of gold just for the chance at a business proposal, and seeing how the offer was brought about it meant that whoever wanted to hire him had far from benevolent intentions. That being the case he reasoned that this event would lead him to one of two possible outcomes, either this was a job that would land him with a ridiculous amount of coin…. Or this was a set up. But the reality was that work was hard to find with so many blades for hire, and the amount of gold up front would be enough to put food in his belly for another few months, perhaps even allow him to fix up some of his worn down equipment. “Besides if it were a trap, why pay so much up front? If they wanted to kill me he could have done it last night.” He reasoned with himself. He also understood the unspoken threat of how the offer was presented, at gunpoint. It was clear what they intended to do if he refused. All the more reason to be suspicious, but they didn’t leave much room up for debate. The Gambler let out a sigh as he stretched his arms back followed by a wide yawn. “This is gonna be a long day.” Gurrah decided that he may as well spend some of the coin to fix up his lucky daggers, the years had done a good amount of wear and tear, they needed to be refurbished, and he’d lost his last throwing knife a week ago. He also decided he’d have to get some decent food, after all you never know which day will be your last. After a tasty yet light meal of a few thin slices of roast pork, a piece of bread, and of course, a flask of rum; the hours had slipped by and dusk was upon them. Now that he was comfortably armed and had some grub he scoured the streets of Orgrimmar squinting for the address in the fading light. Finally he found the building down a small alleyway in the drag. The building was two stories tall, made of wood planks, and the windows were boarded up. It looked like it could at one point have been a pub, although it looked like it belonged in a shanty town rather then Orgrimmar. Though he supposed that the “Drag” could qualify as a shanty town, if not a slum. The boards covering the door however had been recently removed, the gambler pushed on the door and it easily swung open. Inside a small lamp cast a dim glow sitting on the bar counter, next to it sat a tall hooded figure with broad shoulders his back to Gurrah. “Come in, have a seat, I‘ve been waiting for you.” a gruff voice called to him. Tentatively the Gambler stepped into the building, glancing around quickly in the dim light to get a better grasp of his surroundings. He noticed another hooded figure sitting at the table at the far end of the pub the light barely glinting across his outline, and as he pulled up a seat at the bar a goblin popped his head up. “Evenin Guvnah, glad ya decided ta tag along. What can oi getcha?” The goblin asked with a wide toothy grin. His voice immediately identified this Goblin as the one who paid him a visit last night. “I’m good, thanks.” The Gambler replied bluntly. The hooded man sat his head slumped forward staring into his drink. Gurrah turned to speak to him. “So, you wanted to speak to me? Well on with it, what do you want from me?” Gurrah asked. The man continued to remain silent. “Hey are you listening to me?” he asked again this time a bit more annoyed, he nudge the man in an attempt to get his attention…. And the man fell off the stool collapsing to the floor, his face sprawled in the dim light. The dead eyes of an Orc stared up at him, his throat had been slit. Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him, two Orgrimmar guards stood in the door way blocking the only exit a wicked grin on their marred faces. A third Orc, armed with two vicious looking war axes approached, a scar across his right eye covered by a black eye patch. The Gambler reached into his vest for his throwing knives, only to be greeted by the click of a loaded pistol. “Ah, ah, ah, Play nioce now ya ‘ere? We can all be civil about dis can’t we fellas?” The Goblin spoke with venomous sarcasm. “Ha, yeah civil.” The one eyed Orc spoke in a gruff, cruel voice. “What’s the meaning of this?” Gurrah asked. “Hah, ya ain’t figured it out yet? Ya’s made quite a name fer yaself, made a lot of powahful people a tidbit angry ya did. Look it’s notin personal, I fer one respects ya for whatcha is….” The Goblin’s grin glinting with malice as he spoke. “Oh? And what exactly is it you think I am?” Gurrah asked. “Oi know’s whatcha is alright…. Ya’s a cold blooded killah, same as me. Now, dis ‘ere is da deal alright, put down dem dere throwin’ knives ya ‘ave tucked under that vest of ya’s, and oi’s put up me gun. Sound fair?” Realizing he was in no position to argue, Gurrah reached under his vest and untied his knife belt. the clink of steel resonating in the dimly lit pub as it clattered to the floor. “Good! Now me boss obviously doesn’t wantcha dead or I’d ‘ave just killed ya last nioght. Howevah, he does wantcha taken out of da picture, so dat’s we got dem two dead orc’s in ‘ere. Old washed up assassin gets a bit too drunk one nioght in da drag and breaks into dis ’ere old pub. dese two Orc guards catch him and try ta arrest him, and in a drunken rage the assassin killts him some guards in dis ‘ere pub. Course now ya’s got ta look da part, I mean ya can’t come out of a drunken brawl with two well armed orc’s and be unscathed.” “Let me guess, that’s where your friends come in right?” Gurrah guessed. “Ey now! Don’t be lioke dat! Lioke oi said, oi respects ya’s. So ‘ow bout we make a deal. Let’s ‘ave a lil bout me and ya. Just our blades and skill, oi ain’t aimin ta kill ya, but oi is gonna rough ya up a bit, if ya’s can kill me, den me boys will let ya’s walk. If ya’s can’t, den looks lioke ya comin wif us. ‘Ow bout it Gamblah?” He doubted the offer was legit, but he saw no alternative. In a cold voice he spoke. “Challenge Accepted.”
  5. <p>So yeah, it's been ages since i've been on here. seems I should check it more, I pass my national exam december 13 being tomorrow, then I'll be an LMT. worth the effort, and has definitly been good to be off games for so long, but i must say I miss wow Q.Q</p>

  6. I can already tell this is going to take a significant amount of time to decide. There are alot of talented artists on this server.
  7. I have taken a fancy to your work in the past and that hasn't changed. I'll keep you in mind but I think I'll wait untill we see what other competitors decide to partake before making a decision myself. and nikaa I saw Secus's art and also am impressed if he's interested hopefully he'll post here.
  8. Hey all, it's Arcanibus, or Gurrah the Gambler, or some of you may even know me as Vakshna. Long story short I've quit wow, and moved onto the starwars mmo, while I'm glad i made the game switch, there is a few moments in rp situations with my characters that seemed to feel too epic not to immortalize. (IE Arc's final showdown with Venedict, or Gurrah's Fight with Smiles in the burning courtyard. Maybe even one of Vak's fight against magryth or him and his steadfast partner in crime Melynisa fighting side by side.) Long story short these are action scenes, I'm looking to make these few memories last and I am willing to give the total sum of all my gold including what my items sell for this commission. I have no intention of returning to wow so giving up everything i owned in game for these items isn't petty. Only wish I could sell arc's collection of some 60 odd mounts too towards this. But I have yet to decide which artist to request these drawings from. So anyone who is interested in this job please send me a link of your badassery/epic art pieces and the one that peaks my interest the most shall be granted the commission, Please have experience in drawing action scenes to the winner I shall give links of the scenes to be drawn and explain the way I would prefer it drawn in very elaborate detail. And for old times sake Gurrah's most infamous line. "Run along little rambler and be well, I'm Gurrah the Gambler and I'll see you in hell!"
  9. <p>Well my reveiws for poetry are probably the best reveiws one would get from me. Though I tend to lack descriptiveness when it comes to reveiws. But when it comes to judging poetry one should be satisfied with a appreciative nod from a shrewd man such as myself. So the fact that you have words with this critique means you got an A+ <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  10. <p>tis a curious and interesting way to go about poetry, i like it <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin.png" alt=":D" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> And I'm just meh</p>

  11. Hmm, interesting, a prayer to elune? curious indeed
  12. Wait, svet's a villain? I thought she was just rp'd as pompus? Honestly, no offense intended.
  13. I'm kinda cracking a joke that one of the points towards sueishness is "is your character a villain".
  14. <p>I hate the humid heat, and i disdain the racisim and general lack of intelligence down here, and yeah "White power" skin heads are still rampant in the inbred south, don't let their "southern hospitality" fool you <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  15. <p>Mostly? Keeping love interests out of my life so I can get through this massage school, get a decent paying job, get the hell out of florida, and attend college in a state where I can't feel my I.Q drop daily, or at least a state where the rate at which it drops significantly decreases.</p>

  16. Though if you wanted to fit into the evil villain role you could always play a psychopathic skitzo who goes around performing random killings for no apparent reason without any ill-will or ill intent for said victim, however in order to avoid sue points you couldn't classify yourself as a villain there for you would have to do some good deeds whether intentionally or not to balance it out, or keep it to some twisted sens of logic that what your doing is the good thing even though your horribly wrong in that department or you rightly don't give a damn other then the fact that you want to watch the world burn. So for serious un-sueish villains according to this we should all roll like this. http://sishssc.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/why_so_serious__by_angela_t.jpg Though I can't say i would mind being "Killing joke" for a day. and btw incase anyone here is a bit to dull to realize these photos im posting are off the web and i take no credit for them, I give all the credit to google images
  17. Soo, not to be a troll but judging by this, most villainy seems to be considered mary-sueish. In my opinion an rp situation without a serious villain or good guy gets thoroughly boring thoroughly fast! But fear not! I have found the perfect villain type that fits into the non-sueish category! http://forums.avianavenue.com/attachments/toys-cages-bypass/35922d1282705005t-swiper-no-swiping-swiper.gif With the exception of a few very very very well written and unique characters I suspect that fitting into the non-sueish category will result in alot of repetitive tavern rp. Though we can always aspire to be like this http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2010/2/6/129099809970284480.jpg Cheerio!
  18. <p>epic enough yourself?</p>

  19. <p>lol advice for your roomate? Take a course. massage seems simple enough, but the ignorant can cause more harm then good especially on those with pre existing conditions.</p>

  20. <p>Heya, doing good currently taking my massage therapy courses and loving it. Glad to be off of wow though. With the next expansion i don't think i could have stayed for it <.< Mists of panderia......</p>

  21. <p>tbh. I have yet to come up with a bio for the starwars character hence why it's taking me so long. Prob once game launches I'll be free to work on it. besides an in game interveiw sounds thoroughly more fun <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  22. Name: Vedabixx Razzledazzle Class: Mage Age: 24 Race: Goblin Place of birth: Kezan Physical Features: He’s average height for a goblin, slightly less pointy nose, a surprisingly white smile, long golden blonde hair that he keeps slicked back in a pony tail, and usually sees fit to wear pricey, fancy (If not a bit tacky) clothing and suites. His more casual outfit would be his favorite tux. His rather charming looks (As far as Goblin standards go) are offset by his piercing fiery red eyes. Bio: Vedabixx grew up in the slums of Kezan with one goal in mind. Make it to the top. Throughout his youth he tried every scheme, con, and scandal known to Goblin kind that seemed to have potential. Unfortunately he had a bad gambling habit and ended up blowing whatever coin he made on fancy clothes, pricey dames, and of course gambling. This led to him taking out loans from several wealthy Goblins, and when he couldn’t repay them with his latest flop, things would go from bad to worse. By the time the cataclysm came around He had too many debts to count, rumor had it he even owed a Trade Prince some coin, fortunately for him the same Trade Prince ended up dead due to some freak accident with a Zeppelin crash landing into his Yacht. Talk about a lucky break. After that incident it gave Vedabixx enough time to scrounge up what coin he had left in the banks and get the heck out of Kezan before anyone knew he was gone. Shortly after settling down in Booty Bay he began to start his own business, and it actually was working well for him. Vedabixx the tailor, who would’ve guessed? When Deathwing caused the Cataclysm and he got wind of what happened to Kezan he couldn’t have been more ecstatic! As far as he was concerned it was the best thing since Mobile banking. With his name free and clear of any and all supposed bounties and debts he decided to move onto bigger game and now has reopened his shop in the Great city of Orgrimmar. He rents a room at the Wyvern’s tail tavern in the valley of honor. Though he’s learned to be slightly more conservative with his coin he’s still prone to business talk and certain schemes if he sees future profit in it. Misq Quircks: Tends to be slightly paranoid, and tends to gamble to much.
  23. <p>I kinda figured <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh.png" alt="xD" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/laugh@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  24. <p><.< Holah</p>

  25. It was late at night in Orgrimmar, the only signs of life we’re the members of “The Shattered Hand” stalking the rooftops for any unwanted visitors. Way on the other side of town in the valley of honor; the Goblin known only as Gurrah the Gambler slept. His room in the Inn was only lit by a single candle, the dim glow flickered , and shadows would dance across the room in a chaotic, unpredictable fashion. Alone on a small rickety bed slept the Goblin, with a empty bottle of rum still laying in his hand, arms and legs stretched out haphazardly across the bed. The Gambler tossed and turned in his sleep. It was dangerous for him to sleep, not the fact that it left him vulnerable, He was more afraid of the nightmares that would soon follow. ((Issues- Escape the Fate.)) He was trapped, trapped somewhere and all he could see before him was darkness, images of his past taunting him. Past contracts gone wrong, the look of terror in the eyes of the countless souls he laid to rest for gold. His meeting with the Blastercharge brothers, and his recruitment on the mission to kill his former employer. The only thing he had as a father figure in his youth, although it was clear to the Gambler that the Trade Prince was only using him to do his dirty work. The forced realization brought on by his betrayal still burned inside. Then the images of Smiles flashed in a blur. His first confrontation with the legendary assassin; the paralyzing fear that gripped Gurrah as the myth had held the barrel of a pistol to his head after he effortlessly bested him. Their violent confrontation in the burning jungle outside the mansion of his last mission with the Blastercharge brothers. The maniacal fury that engulfed Smiles Macblaster, how he showed no pain, no remorse, and cackled as they fought to the death in the all consuming inferno. Gurrah’s own cowardice of fleeing the fight rather then pressing the advantage to ensure his last “Demon” was laid to rest. And how his selfish act nearly cost him and his comrades their lives. But the pain that gripped him the most was the fear in Razo’s eyes before Gurrah had poured the vial of acid upon his face that would seal his old friends fate. The fact that the Goblin whom he grew up with in the slums of Kezan, whom had fought, and bled, and risked all for each other, who had been there for one another through thick and thin. Had become mortal enemies. A rivalry that would last until either Gurrah, or Razo had died. A rivalry spurred on by jealous ambition and greed. A jealousy brought forth by the Goblin who had raised them. As hard as Gurrah tried, he could never drink away the pain of ending the life of the only person he had ever called “Brother”. The dream shifted to his last memories of Kezan, the sinister glare of the man known only as “The Proprietor.” his eyes searing into the Gambler’s soul through a veil of thick smoke and flames. The Gambler suddenly awoke and bolted upright, the rum bottle shattering on the hard wood floor as it slipped from his grasp. Gurrah was breathing rapidly, it took him a few moments to calm himself enough to breath normally again. Thinking of “The Proprietor” always caused the Gambler to wake. Although he could only see the outline of his form, the sinister look in the Goblin’s eyes had always haunted him. He may have had no proof, but Gurrah was sure that was him. Gurrah sighed heavily and stared into the darkness of his room. It was pitch black, the candle had died while he slept, it was probably a few hours before the crack of dawn. He stood up and walked towards the far end of the room. After the first few months of renting the place he had his room memorized down to the last rusty nail. When he reached the desk at the end of the room he opened the drawer and pulled out a shot glass. He then reached with his other hand fumbling around for the bottle of rum on the top of the desk. *Click* The distinct sound of the hammer being cocked on a pistol. He was getting sloppy. “Ah ah ah, don’tcha even think about it chap.” Gurrah reluctantly obeyed the voice and put the letter opener he had slipped off the desk and under his sleeve back onto the tabletop. “There’s a good lad, now would ya mind telling me ‘ow it is that a guy lioke me managed to get the jump on the once notorious Gurrah the Gambler?” The voice spoke with a condescending tone. Gurrah responded sarcastically. “Congratulations, your talented enough to sneak in on a sleeping drunk.” Seeing as his head wasn’t blown off, he took a stab in the dark. “Since you haven’t killed me yet, your obviously not here to. So what is it you want? Money? Rum? If that’s what your interested in then you’ll have better luck across the hall. I hear that Gammon guy has some shiny stuff, why don’t you go bother him?” The voice laughed softly. “Nice try Chump, but don’t worry I’m not ‘ere for your coin, or your rum.” The man said. “Oh really?” was the only response Gurrah could manage to spit out. The voice snickered. “I’m ‘ere with a business proposition. I can’t tell ya the specifics yet, too many ears ‘round and I can’t risk dis being overheard. Meet me at dis address tomorrow nioght.” Gurrah felt a hand slip a piece of paper into the Gambler’s hand. “And why should I be foolhardy enough to meet a fellow in private at night when he’s currently holding a gun to my head.?” The voice chuckled lightly. “Cause old chap, I’m payin ya a bonus upfront.” Gurrah heard a heavy thud and the jingle of gold coins as the sack was tossed onto the desk. “Tomorrow nioght” Gurrah stood their waiting until he heard the door click behind him. Assured that the intruder had left, the Gambler walked to the door and locked it. He then pulled up a chair and withdrew a rifle from behind the door. As he sat there facing the barrel of the rifle towards the door and resting it on his knee, he knew that tomorrow was going to be a long day.