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« on: August 29, 2010, 05:39:23 PM » |
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Hi, I've played WoW for a while, on and off. I was always most intrigued by the multiplayer and RP elements so I thought I may try to send my little Zola off to see if she could join your band.
Zola is level 71, shaman. She was very briefly a member of the Orcs of the Red Blade many years ago, but I stopped playing for a long while. I've resurrected Zola on my return to WoW and really like playing with her. I like the idea of trying the RP side a bit more. Any vacancy for a returing player?
Here's what Zola has been up to:
She attacked. A blue bolt fizzed out of the Zola's hands and exploded into her opponent. Grunting, the human charged into the orc, knocking her off balance. She spang to her feet and unhitched the axes from her belt, ducking the blade as it swooshed overhead. She dug her heels into the ground as she felt the displaced air from another blow rush over her face. She swung her axe upwards, the human's shield blocking the axe with a thump. The axehead was lodged in the shield, her opponents blade jabbing round the defense in search of its target. Zola dodged and brought her knee up sharply with an eye-watering crunch into the human's groin, at the same time heaving her second axe down. A hot crimson spray spattered across her face as the human's sword thudded to the ground, the severed arm still attached. Her opponent gasped, his eyes opened wide. A grin spread across Zola's face. She pressed her foot against the shield and yanked the axe out, the man staggering backwards from the force. With a leap she was ontop of him, knees on his chest. Her twin axes raised up glinting in the cold air and came down with a cracking slice of metal on metal through flesh and bone.The head span away and a thick red spurted and bubbled out of the corpse into the air. Suddenly all was still apart from the beating bloodfury in her ears and her rasping gasps for breath. Zola heaved herself up, covered in bloody gore. She licked her lips and breathed out a thick cloud of steam. The cold Northrend air rang and echoed around her. Yes she needed to get back to the heat and dust of Durotar again, a break from the grim freezing north as a grunt in Hellscream's fort. She spat a thick wad of blood and phelgm on the body at her feet, hefted her axes into her belt and barked. A shaggy brown wolf loped into sight and, gripping its scruff, Zola swung into the saddle, turned and headed towards the Hold......
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