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About Graysong

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  1. That is something I've been dealing with on my main toons for a while now. I ended up rolling an alt and it has gotten me back into RP a bit. Largely because I've never played a Night Elf nor roleplayed one. So it's different. I am unfamiliar with Demon Hunter lore and the differentness has actually captured my attention. My main issue with my "mains" is that I feel like they've been RP'ed into a corner. I have nothing to do with them. No stories to be involved with and in some ways I feel as though the character is just boring or a one trick pony. It is my fault for getting them in situations that required involvement from others to the degree they did -- as when the others stopped RP'ing or had issues come up my toons were stagnated. I haven't come up with an IC solution as to why they've dropped off the face of Azeroth yet. So my suggestion? Make something different. Do you passionately hate Night Elves (like I do?) roll one. Make a weird race/class combination. You may not stick with it -- but it may help get your creativeness and fun factor going again. (I still have a furious gnome warrior that I toy with on occasion because shoulder slamming people as a 3 foot gnome is always fun and add in the RP side of him basically being Azeroth's version of Iron Man and you have some interesting RP.)
  2. You got all six buffs with one roll? Or you were able to roll six times and get each one?
  3. (This was Lazarus' third trial figured I would post it here as well) The Mandate’s Call.It was dark. Why must it always be dark? The lack of light didn’t truly bother him as he could generally see well enough but rather the implication of doing things in the dark bothered him. Was he ashamed? Did he not wish his deeds to be seen?No. It was just bloody dark.Lazarus had left the front door of his slightly decrepit manor. During the time of his absence in Arthas’ service the manor had fallen into disrepair. You could say things don’t get done when the help is busy trying to murder the living.Was he bothered by what was to happen? He didn’t know. His emotions were ragged and conflicted ever since Lilliana had broken that vise in his mind. He remembered everything now and the memories helped him with his decision with the Grim.She never came back. The thought rose unbidden within his mind.It was true. He couldn’t argue it. The General never did return. The Grim were not perfect. But they were a family and a family who accepted him.The past needed to be the past and so he would make it so. Not his memories – no. He would burn that which had made him what he was and given him a hope for being human.The darkness seemed to close in around him. The silence of what had once been a manor of the living now belonged to the dead. The yard that he had once played and laughed in now lay barren of joy; the lush and vibrant greens now dull shades of gray. There had been bushes here. Bushes that produced wonderful purple flowers – he couldn’t recall what they were originally known by but they had come to be known as Arthas’ Tears. No tears christened them now. Just thorns and wilted leaves.He began his way around the manor making notes of the many cracks and holes in the walls. The place was horrible. He was horrible. Angry. He was angry. Angry at the people he had trusted. Angry at the lies. Angry at the peace that was promised but he was denied. They would burn.He was in front of the cellar door. It too was cracked. Like his love.With a shriek of protest that seemed wholly unwanted in the night the door opened. The hinges were rusted and failing and he let it lay open. It wouldn’t matter.The stairs creaked and swayed with his weight as he descended though they were remarkably clear of webs belying the false curiosity he was attempting to show of the cleanliness.You know where this leads. You lie to yourself.At the bottom was a lab. A meticulously kept lab where the vials were labeled in a neat hand and the books painstakingly dusted. Whoever owned it cared about it greatly. Him.In the corner of the lab in a cage was a woman. A beast. Irons were clasped on her wrists and the chains went through the cage to the wall behind it. Animal.At the sound of his approach she began screaming. Though words they were not but rather animal noises full of hate.“Quiet Allison”, he muttered, “I am here to release you.” Lazarus made his way to the center the lab and ran a hand along the table. The woman continued shrieking and now began snapping her teeth at him. Her hair was a tangle of grease and filth the color completely unknown beneath the dirt. Her eyes were sunken but glowing with unearthly light. Dark ichor that now presented itself as her spittle flew from her mouth.The man simply sat himself down on the floor of the lab. He was wearing his usual red robes with the matching red cowl. Wrapping his arms around his knees much like a child would he began rocking himself back and forth and quietly sang himself a song that was lost beneath the inhuman shrieks from the cage.As the song ended he rose. Looking at Allison he whispered, “I love you.” The woman, thing, screamed in utter fury at him and began trying to lunge out of the bindings. The bolts screamed in protest.Flame erupted from his hand. It started orange and quickly changed to a fel-tinged green. The cage was engulfed in the unnatural flame and the scream elevated in pitch until finally it died out.A scream of his own came from his mouth as he turned his hands on to the room itself. Books, tables, chairs – everything was engulfed in fel flame.Dropping his hands he looked at the destruction and walked back up the stairs.Outside smoke poured out of the cellar and filled the air with the scent of brimstone.He no longer had his research on the cure, it wouldn’t have worked anyway. He no longer had his fiancé to help. He no longer had his purpose for being what he was.All that was left for him was The Mandate.
  4. Lazarus looks at the questioner for a long moment. "I feel that I know her, but I do not. I feel that I trust her, but I do not. I feel that I like her, but I do not." "It is a paradox that I do not know how to make sense of."
  5. No. Only the leaders of our factions ever learned to yell things in common/orcish. We're all just ignorant swine.
  6. "Arrogant, ignorant, abhorrent, and incompetent. The orc knows nothing but rage and violence. It is amusing crushing her."
  7. "Inquisitor Bloodshine is far more intuitive and intelligent than many give her credit for. While it is true she often displays childlike qualities her presence of mind is a valuable tool. Unlike many other Grim she is more likely to think through a situation than simply take a hammer to it. That isn't to say she is weak. Simply more wise." The forsaken man becomes distracted when a timer goes off from within his robes. "Oh my. My pie!"
  8. You don't like the clang clang of Outlaw? Oddly enough that's one of the things I love the most of it. It feels like a real sword fight
  9. Graysong


    "Little lady!? A mischievous one! Quite fun though and vehemently defensive of her family."
  10. "Quite a capital lady. Could perhaps clean her face a little more frequently. But that aside I count her as one of my more favored people."
  11. Full Name: Lazarus Solomon Graysong Nicknames: Ezræil Date of Birth: October 13th seven years before the opening of the Dark Portal Age: Died at 27. Approximately 37 years old. Race: Forsaken. (Half Sin'dorei Half Human) Gender: Male Hair: Medium length -- Raven Black Skin: Remarkably well kept. Outside of the pallor one would have a hard time pegging him as dead. Eyes: Typical glow of the forsaken. Height: 6' Weight: 175lb Place of residence: Graysong Manor - Silverpine Forest Place of Birth: Graysong Manor - Silverpine Forest Known Relatives: Has one living half brother. Unknown name. Religion/Philosophy: Manners are important. Occupation: Enchanter and baker. Group/Guild affiliation: The Grim Guild Rank: Supplicant Enemies: None as of yet. Likes: Pie, demons, and polite people. Favorite Foods: Pie. Favorite Drinks: Wines. Favorite Colors: Purple. Weapons of Choice: Fire and soul magic. Dislikes: Fremen and impolite people. Hobbies: Enchanting, demon summoning, and baking. Physical Features: Most of the left side of his body is scarred from burns. Special Abilities: Strong affinity for fire and soul magic. Also able to teleport himself. Positive Personality Traits: Polite, loyal, and generally kind. Negative Personality Traits: Astoundingly good at insults and a the trend of doggedly defending his "family" despite it usually ending in unnecessary conflicts. Misc. Quirks: Seems slightly addled and is prone to not understanding metaphors though he often speaks in riddles himself. Played by What Famous Person: Chuck Norris. Theme Songs: History: Lazarus knows very little of his past. Those proficient with mental magic may be easily able to identify he has a block within his mind.
  12. I dearly hope no one is being rude here.
  13. My fishies are hungry. FEED THEM