Girls Gone WoW – Show 236: RP and relationships in WoW

This week Cherryanna and PureRoyalty join us to chat about relationships in game and what they hope for RP in Legion. Lots of you have pre-patch stuff going on and we hear about that too!

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Next week: We’ll be off at the Discworld Convention but I will try and get some short clips from people. Back as normal after for launch!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!


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Girls Gone WoW – Show 205: Role play in WoW

This week it’s just like the old days as Sil joins us to talk all things role play. Not something EJ & I know a lot about so Sil answered all your questions and gave her best and worst role play experiences.

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Next week: Akari will be joining us to talk about daily quests! Do you miss them? What makes a good daily quest hub? Were there too many? What should happen in Legion? Let us know!

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Girls gone WoW 88: And I grew some carrots….

We are joined by our Roblin again! We celebrate this reunion with our guest Curtis and after a bumpy start on skype we dive into the topic of the week which is all about RP! Goldshire beware! Also, we discuss if certain Tauren hunters hunt beer, being turtle and photo bombing a group of blood elves and if we prefer bobers or bobyists.

Show 88:

Welcome Curtis

Interview time

  • Tell us about yourself; the player behind the characters
  • When and how did you start playing wow?
  • First chars, mains and alts?
  • Mists of Pandaria; yay or nay? And why? Switching mains?
  • What is your favourite thing to do in MoP so far?
  • What are the best and worst boobies in game?

 

How was our week in WoW?

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Show 88: Time to put yourself into your characters shoes! We are talking RP again and dive into this world that is by some still undiscovered. What are your feelings around RP? Would you try it or not? How come?  #wow #podcasts #warcraft

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Show 89: What’s your flavour, tell me what’s your flavour? We discuss the some of the classes: favourite, hated and has there been a change in what’s being played? Also we have a special guest: Lissanna from Restokin is joining the crew. Have any questions for her? Let us know! #wow #podcasts #warcraft

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Girls gone WoW Show 16: Yohoho and a bottle of whine!

Welcome to Show 16

Welcome Cecilia

Interview Cecilia

  • When did you start playing wow and why?
  • First char? Main char? Alts?
  • Tell us about rp and your website.
  • What do you enjoy most in game?

How was our week in WoW?

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Thoughts on Cataclysm now. What are the best things and what are the worst?

Premium subscription; what is our opinion?

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Oronil’s past (part 2)

There’s a reason why I never played Oronil as a feral, I suck at it. But I also had to find something ic to make her not want to shift into a kitty or bear. It might not be lore accurate, but I’m pretty content with the outcome of this story 🙂

Several years had past and living with Ravenmane was hard but interesting. He was like a father to her, but he was also a strict mentor. He had taken her under his wing when her mother had died. He had given her a month to get used to living in her new home, but then he started his training. Her destiny was to become a druid. Oronil had heard of them and had seen some of them. They were impressive and she liked how they worked with nature. But soon she had found out that the training of becoming one was a lot harder then she had ever imagined. He showed her the animals and the trees, the flowers and all the plants. He tought her how to fight and how to defend herself. Often she was bruised and losing blood after Ravenmane showed her how easily she could be killed. Over and over again.

She knew that crying and whining wouldn’t help her. So instead she just bit her lip and learned to live with the pain.

It was a quiet night when something came to her mind. Ravenmane was sitting in his big chair, reading a book. Oronil stared into the fire, trying to figure out how to begin her question. “Make up your mind, young one, either you ask the question or you don’t.” Ravenmane had noticed her mouth going open and closing over and over again, each time she wanted to start her question but had stopped herself.

Oronil sighed. “I remember when I was little and you visited us. You said something about my blood, something about my father.. and why was my path already chosen for me? Why didn’t my mother want to tell me who my father was? Is he still alive? How did my mother die?” The questions just rolled out of her mouth. Ravenmane listened to all of them and waited until she was done.

“You’re old enough now to know the truth. But we have to start at the beginning. I you’re your father when he was still young. He was a good friend of mine, a druid like me. He loved his feral abilities as much as I love my healing ones. Your parents were the perfect couple and they quickly got married. But during that time his hunger for power had grown. He wanted to be the best feral fighter ever. And his hunger took him to Felwood. Nature is corrupt in that place and your father started to experiment with the plants and the animals. Trying to find a potion or something else that could improve his strength, his ferocity. He had succeeded, but he had to pay a high price for it. He became just as corrupted as nature in Felwood. In the beginning I didn’t notice. Yes, he was acting differently, but nothing that really worried me. Apperantly some other elves found out and he tried to bribe them. They agreed on keeping his secret save if he’d agreed in an arranged marriage for his daughter. You, Oronil. Your family of your fathers side was one with a lot of influence. And so was the family that wanted your hand in marriage to their son. Your mother wasn’t part of it. She found out later, when your father was already gone. Yes child, the druids found out. Or more correct, I did. It was my duty to tell our leaders about him. He was forming a danger to all of us. Not controlling his abilities, his strength, his lust for blood, he was a monster. We tried to capture him, but he fled. I don’t know what happened to him. Later your mother heard about the deal and she told the family that as long as she was around, she would stand in the way of the union. She also asked me to take care of you if something would happen to you. I am your guardian. Your mother was afraid that you would have inherited some of your fathers bloodlust. The corruption was already flowing through his veins when you were conceived. I never told her that I saw it once. You were young but one of the other children had angered you. I saw how you jumped on him and literally tried to kill him. Your claws were already out and you were slashing away. I grabbed you and pulled you away. You couldn’t remember anything after that. I never told her, because it would only worry her. I wanted to teach you how to handle those instincts, but it will be hard, and you’re just too young now. Now about your mothers death: your mother died on one of her hunting trips. A group of Satyrs jumped her and tore her apart. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to scare you at such a young age. Now I’m sure this story will only make you want to ask more questions. But there’s a time and place for everything, Oronil. And you had quite some information already. I suggest you go to bed and sleep. We have another hard day of work tomorrow.” And with that his gaze was back on the book. Oronil slowly got to her feet and walked to her room. She couldn’t remember how she had fallen asleep that night, but she remembered looking into her mirror once and how scared she was of herself.

Oronil’s past, Part 1

I’ve played on rp-servers almost for 4 and a half years now. Oronil is my main character, my beloved boomie gone resto druid. This is part of her background story.

The ground felt cold. She was barefoot but that’s actually what she liked. Every time her mother forced her to wear her leather shoes she took them off immediately after her mother wasn’t around. The young child liked to touch her surrounding, nature. The trees, the flowers, water, the ground and animals. It had happened that she wasn’t careful enough in her enthusiasm and it ended in her getting hurt. It drove her mother crazy. “Oronil, one day you’ll get yourself into more trouble then you can handle.” Her mother told her daily.

But the child just smiled and continued her investigations. She found a frog and caught it carefully. She took it home with her to show to her mother.

Oronil lived alone with her mother in the forests of Ashenvale. They had a small cottage and her mum provided food for the both of them. She was a skilled huntress. When Oronil noticed that the other children talked about their fathers and not only their mothers, she became curious and started to ask her mother where her dad was. “He’s gone and it’s best if you let it rest Oro. We do not talk about him in this house.” Oronil didn’t know what to respond to that. Why was her mother not proud of him? Why couldn’t she know who he was?

She remembered playing in the living room with a tigerlike doll when he knocked at the door. When her mum opened the door Oronil’s eyes grew big. She had never seen a figure like him. He had horns like the stags in the forests and a long dark beard. That was all she could see of his face because the rest was hidden by his hood. His robes had the colour of the forest and he was carrying a large staff. It was as if nature had stepped into the house. Oronil was impressed and a little scared of this figure. His gaze rested upon the child. “Is this his daughter?” he said in a low voice. Her mother nodded. “Her path is already chosen for her. In time I will come for her and train her. Let’s hope his influence is little in her. Still his blood runs in her veins and we should watch her carefully.” And with these words he left the house.

Oronil didn’t understand what he had said. Was she sick? What was wrong with her? She asked her mother, but she said that little girls shouldn’t worry about things like that and that she was perfectly healthy. Her mother combed her white hair and started to braid it. “Know that I love you very much Oronil. You are the child I always wanted. I will never leave you.” She kissed Oronil’s forehead. Oronil would always remember that moment.

It almost seemed as if she had waited for her mothers return for an eternity. Normally her mum was back during dinnertime, but when the sun had made place for the moon and it’s stars she knew something was wrong. She was sitting in a chair in front of the window, waiting and watching. Her heart jumped when she saw a figure moving from the forest towards the house. She ran to the door and opened it, hugging her mother. But this person didn’t feel like her mother, and he smelled differently. Her mum smelled of roses, this person, he smelled of nature. She looked up and saw the strange man that had visited them. She took a step back. “Mother is not here. I don’t know where she is. She should have been here already. Are you going to find her?” And all of a sudden the child started to cry and fell to her knees.

The figure picked her up and said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry child, but you’re mother is not with us anymore. When you’re old enough I will tell you about her faith. I will take care of you now.” He put her on the ground. “Go, grab some clothes and other things you want to bring with you. We won’t come back here.”

Oronil nodded and started to go through her things. When she was done and had walked back outside, she saw him standing next to an enormous tiger. “This is Karam, he will watch over you and me.” Oronil slowly stroked his furry head and the big creature purred. She knew she was going to like this being. The elf put her on the tigers back and sat behind her. They rode of into the dark night.