I'm interested in starting Rp on this server so I wrote a short story to the toon im making. plz tell me if im screwing up the lore or doing anything ab-normal, I wrote this all while very tired and hope you join into this story anyway you want or just enjoy it. It takes place In Gilneas City.
The Worgen Named Rimah
Born 2 years after the 2nd war Rimah was raise in a home of unfavorable traits. Her father a grand mage in the 2nd war lost one of his hands due to his blind hatred to the horde. Her mother an artisan in first aid who only was kind to those mortally wounded. Rimah lived her life aiding her father on his experiments and running erands when she had time to breath. She lacked a proper education but her father taught her 3 intellectual know hows, how to speak ( at unedgucated noble level ), how to protect herself ( so she may never burden her family with disability ), and how to laugh ( in her life she only knew work and studies, only her fathers humor held light in her world.)
Upon the coming of age (14) in her famileys heritege she was considered
an adult once she had met a love. 2 years had passed and she had no hopes of finding a lover till her weekly trip to the market for bread. As she pondered the loafs for the least moaldy peice she had seen that a fresh baked loaf had found its way into the old pile. Paying the bazarist money for cheap bread and then reaching for the new loaf while he was putting the copper away a guard yelled "HALT!!" "THEIF". Rimah freaked, they had quickly caught onto what she planned, she dug her foot into the ground as she started a full sprint to immideatly run into a man fully cloaked. They fell to the ground as the gaurds closed, the man pulled out a knife and held it to Rimas throat and told her to stand. The guards nerves as what he may do lowered their weapons. "If u harm that yound maiden we will have an execution like which youve never seen before mongrel." said the guard. "Is that so?, all you have to do is pretend you never saw anything" he said with a smirk and started to back away. The cloaked man then picked Rimah up and ran at full sprint down the market way, guards rampaging after. They manage to get away by hiding under some drift wood floating down a canal.
The Worgen Named Rimah
Born 2 years after the 2nd war Rimah was raise in a home of unfavorable traits. Her father a grand mage in the 2nd war lost one of his hands due to his blind hatred to the horde. Her mother an artisan in first aid who only was kind to those mortally wounded. Rimah lived her life aiding her father on his experiments and running erands when she had time to breath. She lacked a proper education but her father taught her 3 intellectual know hows, how to speak ( at unedgucated noble level ), how to protect herself ( so she may never burden her family with disability ), and how to laugh ( in her life she only knew work and studies, only her fathers humor held light in her world.)
Upon the coming of age (14) in her famileys heritege she was considered
an adult once she had met a love. 2 years had passed and she had no hopes of finding a lover till her weekly trip to the market for bread. As she pondered the loafs for the least moaldy peice she had seen that a fresh baked loaf had found its way into the old pile. Paying the bazarist money for cheap bread and then reaching for the new loaf while he was putting the copper away a guard yelled "HALT!!" "THEIF". Rimah freaked, they had quickly caught onto what she planned, she dug her foot into the ground as she started a full sprint to immideatly run into a man fully cloaked. They fell to the ground as the gaurds closed, the man pulled out a knife and held it to Rimas throat and told her to stand. The guards nerves as what he may do lowered their weapons. "If u harm that yound maiden we will have an execution like which youve never seen before mongrel." said the guard. "Is that so?, all you have to do is pretend you never saw anything" he said with a smirk and started to back away. The cloaked man then picked Rimah up and ran at full sprint down the market way, guards rampaging after. They manage to get away by hiding under some drift wood floating down a canal.