[H-RP] <The Strawmen> (Updated thread)

The remnants of the Kingdom of Lordaeron were quiet.

What was once a kingdom of the living had become a kingdom of the dead. But even now, both of those forces seemed like memories in the face of its current state. The capital city was drenched in a blighted ooze that even the undead could not survive, and many of the countryside settlements had been reduced to rubble. This seemed to be the fate of this once mighty land, a cycle of destruction and darkness where no new hope could bloom, but was that true?

Even now, with the Banshee Queen finally showing her true-self and abandoning her “children” to a hostile world, there were whispers. What would be next for those who lived outside the natural cycle of life and death? Who would be their champion now in a world where many would put them to the sword without a second thought?

Not too long ago, a movement had started. First with whispers in taverns and markets, then with loud declarations in public squares and settlements from Kalimdor to the Eastern Kingdoms. A movement that pursued, as its goal, a new future for the undead. A future where “life” could be full again, with hope and aspirations for something greater than spite and perpetual war against the living.

This was a future where the children of the grave could be defined by something greater than the curse they carried. This hope wasn’t reserved for the undead citizens of Lordaeron, oh no. This was a future of hope for all undead. Death Knights, ghostly spirits, beings crafted from borrowed flesh and dubious science that wished to find purpose. A future where the common-folk would no longer be ruled by tyrants or cultish leaders who demanded fealty from those they led – body and soul – but by their own voice. This movement had come to be known as The Strawmen. A coterie of various low-folk and misfit undead with a drive towards this future, spreading their gospel across the land and carrying their scarecrow emblazoned banner with them as they went. A future of hope for those who had their lives shattered and torn from them by cults, madmen, and plagues. An offer of coexistence and perhaps even friendship for all who would respect their right to exist.

Tattered fliers hung from posts and littered the roadside, upon which was stamped the image of a purple scarecrow, covered with slogans of independence and hope. The era of the Banshee Queen was over, and now was an era in which those who once called themselves Forsaken would have a choice to make. Would they fall back into the darkness the Banshee had used to guide them to this destruction, or would they take charge of their own destiny towards a brighter future?

The Strawmen is a Forsaken guild composed of the former peasants and common folk of Lordaeron and others. Now suspicious of those bearing noble and royal titles after the utter failure of the old system to protect them and properly cope with the Plague of Undeath, they seek to build a new society for the risen. They still work within the greater “Horde” umbrella, but as a voluntary auxiliary, seeing themselves more as a part of a cooperative of free peoples based on mutual assistance and security than part of a rigid hierarchy. In this vein, they function as a sort of “people’s militia” for the undead civilians and peasantry, providing protection as well as relief during times of hardship. Though the Banshee Queen has been desposed, the movement continues. They endeavor to keep a watchful eye over vulnerable undead and resist all those who would seek to exploit them, by force if necessary.

We do accept non-undead members as “Field-hands”. This rank usually dictates extra muscle, affiliates, friends, suppliers, general sympathizers, etc. of the Strawmen movement, though only Forsaken/Undead can climb to higher status within the guild given the guild’s goals and theme, barring extenuating circumstances.

We plan to hold our own RP events, participate in the greater server community, and even raid and PvP as well (as a guild, if numbers allow). In addition to being active in-game, we also have a Discord server.

If interested, contact in-game:

  • Barnabas
  • Cryptstalker
  • Gherdá

Feel free to reach out if you’re interested in being a prospective member or just want to learn more about the guild before making a decision. If you’re having difficulty reaching me in-game, my B-tag (TLYPO#1821) is another option for getting in touch with me.

My personal Discord ID is: TLYPO#1031 . I’m generally available to chat on Discord more often than not, as I have it on mobile as well and am almost always logged in.


Replying not just to bump, but because I had to have a special a in my name to get it right. =P


Tossing this to the top!

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We’re a real chill group of dead people.

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It’s hard not to be chill when you don’t have a heartbeat.

I’m glad to see you folks shambling about again.

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Yes, now there are more of our brethren which need help. They are not used to unlife without Sylvanas as we are, we can show them how to exist apart from her rule.

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Hmm, I could of sworn that you might of tried to hunt for Sylvanas.

Hippity hoppity, back to the toppity.

*says something informative to act as a bump.

Pitchforks, angry rabble, dissent; what’s not to like, love?

((Good luck in recruiting!))

He read the announcement with scorn and seared the names into his mind, traitors, fickle cowards, short sighted and self-indulgent, pawns of the living. There will be a reckoning, Strawmen. The thought of revenge almost warmed his heart, if had still beat. Iron shod boots crunched through the snows of Northerend as he went to inform the other true Forsaken.

((IC aside, good to see you lot still bouncing around))

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