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Envisioning your rogue
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I see my rogue as something of a pompous ass. The jerk of all trades if you will. He will trick you, he will torture you, he will rend you limb from limb; all the while with a great big smile on his face and laughter in his heart.
When he is set to a target, he will kill them or die with a smile on his face, because he lives for the bloodshed and the mayhem he causes. Be it subduing foes that stray from the group, be it sneaking in and beheading famous leaders, be it charging the front lines hurling daggers and swinging swords. He is in his element, the pure chaotic form that is war and bloodshed.
My rogue is pure chaos when in battle and pure arrogance otherwise. When he gazes your way, death is bound to come, from him or his tasteful poisons.
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Achloryn
And then the paladin popped his bubble, healed all the way back and spanked your ass since your only a rogue and he wears plate...
i /lol'ed again... and then i /sigh'ed.. cause it's so true.
paladins - the bane of my existance (regardless of what class i play) since patch 3.0.
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mystyfan
My rogue (human female) was once in training to be a fury warrior, until her trainer (and love interest) left her to follow a belf lock who turned out to be working for the lich king...
Angry and heartbroken, my rogue refused to continue her training and went to 'the dark side' as it were. She went to the trainer in sw, and they put her sword skills to good use as a combat rogue.
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FallenLeaves
i laughed SO hard when i read this... oh god... i'm still tearing up.
Edit: i forgot to put how i'd envision my rogue. it's a human female... one of those people that will get flirted with and all that stuff, and then all of a sudden.... the idiot flirting with her gets a small knife planted into his spinal column, and no one saw it happen... that's what i envision. :)
i like it, the femme fatale. The one in the cantina, all by herself under a glass of beer and a shadow in the corner. Bets are on for who's gonna win her affections. The first is an arrogant, and very drunk dwarf. He has every sign of the righteousness of faith, a paladin with the light and the confidence of good ale on his side. As he approaches, through his haze of merriment, he feels a chill, a cool breeze, and finds the light no longer among him as her shadow envelopes him. A quick shudder, and the chill is sharp. He falls to his knees and sees blood pooling in the joints of his armor. She twists and pulls the knife out. This wound isn't fatal, but the brave paladin lets out a howl. That deep trembling of a dwarf, reminded of their mortality, their fall from grace as the titans cursed them of their flesh.
His friends do not come to his aid. He walks with his claws, beastial, reduced to a dragging ooze, back to his friends, tears of intense pain roll over his rough dwarven skin.
In the corner, she is still there. Unmoved, without a word. She needs only one exemplar to show the extent of her affections. One wound to share intimately her pain, and for you, or any other, very simply, proximity is reason enough, and you will feel it; as cold and deep as she does. As eviscerated and empty is her heart, so shall yours.
Perhaps she knows loss as her most intimate friend, or perhaps her only love, and the only one for whom she lusts is the cold steel sheathed at her side. Whatever the reason may be, you would be warned to keep a radius at least armslength, unless she has already lodged her dagger elsewhere.
Awesome, very well done.
I see my rogue as an assassin/adventurer, just trying to make his way in the world. The kind that could be a duelist in the inn looking for adventure and then within the walls of Stormwind undercover with blades hungry for blood. His notions about right and wrong thrust into contrast against the backdrop of the world, realizing he has been wasting his time with petty schemes and simple murder; all the while there are more vile threats striding in the world, he decides to go out and fight for a real cause.
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blackmarquetbaby
And then the paladin popped his bubble, healed all the way back and spanked your ass since you're only a rogue and he wears plate...
While a paladin may hide in plain sight, aided... nay, dependent upon the light; the limited will and blessings of the whining, parasitic demands of gods which compel faith for their crippled magic; we rogues prefer the infinite depths of the shadows. We enjoy the infinity of nothingness, the indifference to power amongst the darkness. And when he may retreat in plain sight, we find our way back in to the shadows to watch as the paladin's cache of faith is spent, and with nothing more to offer, he falls from favor. His crippled magic is broken, and the joints of his armor exposed, and with a quick strike he is bleeding profusely. Poisons dull his devotion, and weaken his legs. Slowly, but surely, he is on his knees, scraping red steel against the sand. Fallen. He has fallen from grace and I see no god, I see no light coming forth to aid him now. We, the rogue, will always have the shadow. Even unto our death.
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Achloryn
And then the paladin popped his bubble, healed all the way back and spanked your ass since you're only a rogue and he wears plate...
While a paladin may hide in plain sight, aided... nay, dependent upon the light; the limited will and blessings of the whining, parasitic demands of gods which compel faith for their crippled magic; we rogues prefer the infinite depths of the shadows. We enjoy the infinity of nothingness, the indifference to power amongst the darkness. And when he may retreat in plain sight, we find our way back in to the shadows to watch as the paladin's cache of faith is spent, and with nothing more to offer, he falls from favor. His crippled magic is broken, and the joints of his armor exposed, and with a quick strike he is bleeding profusely. Poisons dull his devotion, and weaken his legs. Slowly, but surely, he is on his knees, scraping red steel against the sand. Fallen. He has fallen from grace and I see no god, I see no light coming forth to aid him now. We, the rogue, will always have the shadow. Even unto our death.
seriously... are you like a novelist or author or something?
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Just because he writes well doesn't mean he's a writer. It's like saying because someone has a deep voice that they're a radio host.
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blackmarquetbaby
Just because he writes well doesn't mean he's a writer. It's like saying because someone has a deep voice that they're a radio host.
thank god for the internet
on a more realistic note.... I have a degree which is in some way related to writing, but for some reason it hasn't functionally revealed just exactly HOW. The internet validates all.... even writing !@#$ty fanfic for WoW.
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blackmarquetbaby
BACK ON TOPIC!
thanks :)
Post by
Eveko
I am a blood elf rouge ,
and i envision him killing dirty by casting firbals as distraction's
and then sneak up an stab him while stabed i charge and arcane
charge and after 5 secs all allies near him die from the unstable
explosion. And then malygos looks at me and say "
see we cant
allow magic to exist !,especialy in the hand sof this imba guy"
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