[H/N-RP] Midnight Rites, Sept 2022 Campaign

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The Coalition of the Horde presents Midnight Rites, a roleplay campaign for the Horde! Events will be hosted on Moon Guard- US. Neutral characters are welcome, but due to the areas that will be used in this event, a Horde-proxy will be required.

2022-09-04T05:00:00Z→2022-09-14T05:00:00Z

The Horde and Alliance have seen their fair share of casualties in Silverpine as of late, and none have suffered more than the Bloodfang Pack. In a desperate bid to finally defeat the Forsaken, a group of these worgen have delved into the long forgotten teachings of Archmage Arugal. The macabre rituals and science brought them untold strength - but the price of such power has driven them mad with bloodlust. Now with a tenuous pact in place, the Horde seek to push back and crush the resurgent Brotherhood of Arugal, burning any trace of his heresy from history. The enemy of my enemy, is my friend. Yet how long will that saying hold true?

(Logo by Sonceri)

Campaign Info

Discord: https://discord.gg/PYfrDW73Pp
All info, events, schedules, D20 rules, and anchor requests posted here! Events include RP, D20, Free Days, camps, and Discord vehicle battles.

Contacts:

  • Ranstrom Plainwalker: InGame Ranstrom | Discord Lord_Bartimus#1828
  • Wilfer Venomdepth: InGame Venomdepth | Discord Ketsurose#9191

Details!

  • Dates and Times: September 4th-14th, 2022. Events Starting at 8pm Server Time (CST)
  • Location: Silverpine and Gilneas City (proxy)
  • Phasing: This area is heavily phased. See the phasing section for details.
  • Camp: Ambermill

Hosted on US Moon Guard-Horde, open to cross realm & cross faction, Horde and Neutral players! Anchors will be available.

:fire: Phasing Info

Events will be primarily in Silverpine Forest and nearby locations, requiring quest completion. We strongly recommend completing all quests in Silverpine to attend camps, events, and open roleplay. We also recommend turning off Chromie time if you bring a character adventuring at low levels.

Not only do the quests have to be done, but also the breadcrumb quests heading to Hillsbrad. Without it, you will get phased!

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Looking forward to running this for everyone!

Thank you for all your help and work with this Sonceri! You rock! =D

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“Welcome brothers and sisters of the Horde to Silverpine…we welcome you to our hunting grounds. The sport is plentiful.”

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Coming up.

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Added some details to the original post! Also make sure to complete all quests in Silverpine, including the breadcrumbs that lead to Hillsbrad. This will ensure you are not phased for all of the amazing events. With a fresh character, it takes just a couple hours. Thanks folks!

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Coming up!

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I am so excited for this!

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Prepare for what comes…in Silverpine… More tales and reports coming soon from the region.

:spiral_notepad::exclamation: And don’t forget to complete quests to unphase completely. They take only a couple hours of your time.

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Written by Ranstrom

The worgen howls filled Silverpine forest late into the night, many of the wildlife ceasing their usual chatter against the sound. The howls were vicious, savage, and followed lowly by chanting of some sort.

Within one of the houses of Pyrewood Village, the lights would flicker as if wind was causing them to blow our and relight continuously. But this was no wind that plagued the candle light this night. Something darker was afoot this evening.

Within the house one of the Bloodfang Pack was chained to the floor, a ritualist circle of runes painted around him. He struggled against his chains as he growled and cursed. “Let me go! Traitors! All of you!” He snarled, the pupils of his eyes dilating and contracting rapidly as if inside himself he was fighting some sort of inner turmoil. In truth, he was fighting for his sanity.

Around him other worgen of various sizes, fur colors, and former allegiances chanted in strange tongues, empower the runes on the floor as they channeled their magics into the worgen. In the corner, a particularly large worgen wearing tattered black and silver robes watched. His fur was starkly white compared to the others here, and his eyes red as the blood moon overhead. He did not participate in this ritual however - he merely observed.

Their prisoner twisted and turned in his bindings, trying to lash out at the ritualists around him. But he couldn’t reach as the binds held him firmly in place. His howling and snarling was growing more erratic by the moment as the runes burned brighter. Finally his cries of anger turned to desperation. “Please! No more! Brothers you can stop this! No mo-Aaaaahggg!” The cries were cut short as he screamed in some sort of pain and he fell to the floor, motionless. if not for his breathing, one could assume him dead.

The large white worgen nodded as he drew a jagged dagger from his belt, stepping forward. “You are no longer our brother,” He snarled, lifting the blade high over the worgen’s body. “You did not join our brotherhood.”

The weapon plunged down into the sacrifices neck and drew blood, the dark red liquid mixing with the runes on the floor and causing them to practically burn the eye with how they glowed. Small, silver tendrils reached out from the body towards parts unknown of Silverpine, and the ritual leader stood up, arms out. “Soon, all will know of Arugal’s gift! With it, we drive out the Forsaken and the Horde!”

His short speech was greeted with howls and chanting of his name. “Long live the Brotherhood of Arugal! Long live Brethan! Long live Francis!”

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Vehicle battle signups are OPEN!

Vehicle Battles are a custom map battle event where you rp and fight using squads including ground forces, flying units, ships, tanks, and much more. These events are held in Discord with full graphical maps, roleplay, objectives, and music.

Here are the current battles open for sign up!

We use these rules to build custom units or just grab a prebuilt! See the Coalition Discord channels with the battle names for more information.

Conquest War Machine D20 System 3.3
Warmachine Unit Templates

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Written by Lurhtz

A dense fog had collected across what was known as the Tide’s Run, a vast network of reefs and shallows North of Gilneas Harbor. A crescent moon hung high over the Great Sea, illuminating the fog up to the beach and rolling into SIlverpine. A pinpoint of light bobbed its way toward the shoreline, barely visible through the haze. Each wave could be heard gently crashing along the sand, each soft stroke of paddle to water, before a gentle scrape and thud…landfall.

Footsteps sunk into sand as the crew of the vessel hauled it further from the crashing waves, all while the light swung about in an attempt to gain bearing. The hushed whispers of the crew, their movements, the squeak of the lantern held, all a roaring wave of sound in the ears of what stalked them.

“ We should have waited for the Coalition.” A gruff voice lifted over the others in protest to supplies he was stuck carrying.

“Shhhh…” Another rattled off almost instantly, still flinging the lantern, seeking anything against the heavy mist lofting about the beach.

The last figure stepped away from the boat, hefting a pack over its shoulder and pulling a wheeled cart. It spoke in a hushed tone toward the other two as it followed. “ We’ll be fine, mon. I’ve faced da Worgen befah.” The masculine voice paused, still following closely behind the other two up the beach. “ Da Coalition be here in three days time and anyway, I hear da Eternal Court be payin’ by da Worgen head. Easy Go—” Before he could finish his sentence a few padded steps were heard in unison. Shortly after a low growl, and the snapping of jaws, followed by savored whines of canine excitement.

The other two figures would turn, running from the sound of the visceral ripping and tearing, into the dense fog. They drew their weapons, keeping pace toward Silverpine with wide eyes. Huffing and out of breath as they fought against the sand and fog for their shot at safety, padded steps close on their trail.

As the sandbanks grew their stride slowed and the figures halted. They spun to face their pursuers, but none came. Just the low roll of the Great Sea sinking in and out from the shoreline. The lantern was raised against the mist, seeking any signs of their companion or what had attacked them.

Then the symphony of howls began, vast in pitch and distance. The footsteps came next, sunken pads pushed into the soft sand of North Tide, they were surrounded. Their screams could be heard for miles into Silverpine as the Bloodfang Pack tore the remaining pair to shreds, outnumbered, outmatched, and unprepared, but not the Bloodfang…

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Written by Sonceri

How long had they plied the roads and toiled in dizzying heights since the first mortars broke through and the howl of orc and undead clamored some semblance of victory? Years if not a breath from a decade. Bent back over a desk of gnarled wood and iron, the Architect crossed off the last demands of work with an ink tipped claw.

How he recalled each of those vile days as eyes traced back to the beginning. When Crowley left them bereft sacrificing the many for the one. When Godfrey’s eyes opened with a deathless sight, ambition rekindled to embrace the lost arts of their benefactor. Of the brothers who now gift those willing or deemed worthy, unseen by the feckless sight of Genn bound so to some damned boy king.

The whipped cur no longer drove their solidarity, for these night yellow eyes and savage hearts accepted a truth forged in Shadowfang. So like the wall rebuilt had their birthright been restored. The snap of jaws and low rumble of the waiting pack lords awaited his consideration, moonlight catching at the rage kindled. The fires long since smothered now rekindled, and the hunger for more rose.

A shadow laid then over the bent wolf, eyes hardened with purpose, a question demanding an answer.

“Aye, Francis. It’s done.” With the declaration, he set forth a setting of keys, bound in rosewood, a lock marked in the scarred, clawed hand upon it.

Howls rose in a chorus, soft their music in litany of every soul lost, every body interred, for this wall was not to protect Gilneas or stop the hordes in Silverpine.

A grim tiding assured, whence battle would come and those keen of scent and sight may find the architect’s gift hidden within the placed stone and hewn lumber. The remains of the once great wall risen and laid with absolute care from the rubble left by the Forsaken fist and blight. Stonework of ancient quarries rose yet again whole, blessed in fel green and rust red, of their alchemical kiss and their past brothers and sisters. The path and prestige of a bygone era restored far stronger than before was never questioned by those of the folk at the foot of it. Lying in its shadow brought a comfort.

The wall held memory, spoke of transgressions, and would unleash its bounty at the appropriate time.

Francis took up the box, swift turned to seek his brother. And the many bore witness, following in his stead, as more wagons arrived ferrying the newly dead patrols collected from Silverpine.

For the Architect had far more to complete with the witch’s work. Reaching a claw into the shifting mound of dead, he gave an arm a squeeze watching the congealed blood seep.

“Perfect. To the pit.”

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