Okay. So, for Knep and Men, you guys already know what's going on. My rogue has wandered off, dark voices speaking to him in his head yadda-yadda-yadda, and this is going to be an open-world RP. We have to find my rogue. ( For anyone else that feels like joining, PM me, and I'll find a set when you can 'bump in to us' as we're trying to find my rogue. This RP is going in no particular direction; we're just on a hunt for a fugitive worgen, lol.
Velirra Dawnstrider, Jorn Wildmane and Christopher Barnley share tea and rest themselves before preparing to go after the Worgen Rogue, Alexander James/Alex Bloodfang, who has run away with dark voices piercing his thoughts. Both Jorn and Chris, druids of the Cenarion Circle, wish to seek out the rogue in case something dark has taken hold of him, while the female Sin'dorei huntress, Velirra, wishes to find him because of a recent assassination he'd conducted inside Fairbreeze Village, within the Blood Elves' homeland, Quel'Thalas. Having been sent by Ranger-General Halduron Brightwing to find him, as a bounty had been placed on his head, the blood elf wants him dead or alive, and will find him. She does not wish to truly kill him, however. After their most recent conversation between the four, with a dwarven priest to witness it, she feels more pity than hatred towards him, and has decided to let Ranger-General Brightwing decide his fate, should they find him.
"Yes. I'm fine." She took her mug and mimicked Chris, finding the tea rather comforting and soothing. She drank it slowly, savouring every second of it, and felt her strength return with every sip. "I am Velirra Dawnstrider, ranger of SIlvermoon and - at the moment - a bounty hunter sent by Ranger-General Halduron Brightwing, to find the rogue, whom has just ran off. Whether he likes it or not - whether anyone likes it or not - he needs to face the consequences for his crimes. I need him dead or alive. I don't care which, but he will face a trial under General Brightwing's hand." She finished her tea, placing the empty mug on the table and gathering up her scattered weapons. She made sure both her quivers were full, then strapped them on - one on her back ,the other at her waist. She sheathed both her shortswords, flipped her dagger up, and shoved it in her boot. As she shouldered her bow, she stopped, and walked over to the spot where she'd noticed a metal object glinting. She bent down and picked up the worgen rogue's jewelled dagger; the same one he'd tried throwing at her. She held it for a moment, then sheathed it on her belt. Shrugging, she pulled her hood up, hiding most of her face, and turned back to the two druids. "I'm ready." She spared a glance to the dwarven priest, Grimgor. "Are you coming with us, dwarf?"
((My last post in the Beginner's RP. This is the 'softie' version of our 'alternate ending' scenario, lol. Funny where this has gone to, huh?))