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[Open RP]The Great Kaputzfulatomic War
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Post by
Queggy
This is it. The war that shall be the answer to THE QUESTION. The be-all-end-all. Who is better at engineering? The ingenious gnomes or the devious goblins?
Number of People -
As many that want to join. But I highly recommend you don't jump in if we're already on the 25th page.
Time:
Current time. After WotlK and before Cataclysm.
Factions to Choose From:
The Goblins
The Gnomes
The Goblins -
If you choose to RP as a Goblin, then you start off in Booty Bay and report to
Felix Bomber. Your mission? Infiltrate the city Ironforge and kidnap
High-Tinker Gelbin Mekkatorque. Take him to The Undermine and threaten to blow him and all of the puny Alliance to Outland unless the gnomes acknowledge your engineering supremacy.
The Gnomes -
If you choose to RP as a Gnome, then you start off in the Shimmering Flats and report to
Sud Sproggle. Your mission? Infiltrate the Undermine and kidnap
Trade Prince Maldy. Bring him back to Ironforge and threaten to warp him and the rest of the Horde straight into the Twisting Nether unless the goblins acknowledge your engineering supremacy.
Note -
There isn't actually going to be an "end" per-se to this RP. But I just gave us all a "goal" to work with as we start off this RP. Obviously, we'll just play along and see how this goes.
:)
Edit -
Q/A can be found
here
.
Post by
Queggy
Character –
Queggy Pipebomb
Location –
The Shimmering Flats
Queggy is a gnome. 3'2" with wiry reddish hair and large sideburns and a goatee. He is a brilliant mechanic but unappreciated. He used to do a stint as a rogue for SI:7 but decided shortly after joining that his talents lay in the field of dragster mechanics.
“Blue wire to red wire? Red wire to green wire? Blue to green, red to blue? I can never remember . . .”
Queggy muttered as he hunched over his dragster.
“Stupid salt and sand get everywhere! Look at this fizjamigit! It's completely covered! Useless! All useless!”
He snarled as he grappled with a wrench and pliers to remove the coated part. With a heave and a twist, the screws popped off and Queggy flew back, landing on his oil-stained bottom and staring up at the bright blue sky.
A shadow fell across him. Shading his eyes from the glare of the desert sun he peered up at his visitor. It was Moira McMaddy. A half-dwarf half-gnome. She was one of the racers for the dragsters that Queggy worked on.
“Eh?” Queggy grumbled.
“What do you want? Can't you see I'm trying to fix this here!”
Moira chuckled.
“That old dodger Sud wanted me to tell you that he wants to see you on the double.”
She tapped her head knowingly.
“Sun-addled that one. Either that or he's been meddling with that contraption of his. What's it called again? Stupid thing will never work.”
“Mr. Sproggle to you missy.”
Queggy said primly.
“Crazy half-breed whippersnapper . . .”
he muttered under his breath.
“And he will get it to work! Just you wait and see! Why, the implications would be astounding if his theories on post-Sundering magical fluxes adversely affecting the fauna and ore deposits turned out to be true! The revelations and implications themselves are mind-boggling! The changes it would cause to warp-factoring coils and how we would perceive oil made from the bones of a . . .”
“Whatever. Just go talk to him before he blows a gasket.”
she smirked.
Queggy pulled back the flap on Sud Sproggle's tent.
“You wanted to see me sir?”
Queggy inquired.
There was a shifting and grating of gears and High Racer and Fixer Supreme Sud Sproggle popped into view from behind a bookcase.
“Eh? What's that? Who's there?”
Sproggle said, peering through his dusty old racing goggles at Queggy.
“It's me sir, Queggy Pipebomb. The engineer for racer number two?”
“Ah yes, Queggy. I remember now. Seems like I wanted to tell you something . . .”
Sproggle hit the button on the remote in his hand and the rocket-powered spring attached to his back launched him over the bookcase and to Queggy.
“Hmm . . . I think there was a letter over here somewhere . . .”
he mumbled absently as he searched through the contents on his desk.
“Ah yes! Here it is! Straight from the High-Tinker himself! Let's see, what's it say . . .”
He fumbled with his goggles for a moment before finding the right button that increased the zoom capacity.
He cleared his throat for a moment and then said,
“Looks like us and the goblins have declared war on each other. Apparently that dastardly green-skinned spawn of a trogg, Trade Prince Maldy told our beloved leader that the Gnomes, 'couldn't build a contraption to save their lives, much less their city.' I guess this was the final straw and now we're going to prove to them once and for all that we're the better engineers. Says here that you and all able bodied gnomes are supposed to report to Mekkatorque at Ironforge on the double!”
Sproggle sighed.
“If only I was younger, I would teach those foul goblins a thing or two! Anyways, you better get moving and fast! This war is going to escalate soon!”
Queggy nodded excitedly.
“I'll go prepare for the journey. But maybe I should wait for some of the other gnomes so we can travel together?”
“Sir,”
Queggy said.
“Could you please go tell the next recruit you see to come find me at the Pit Stop please?”
When Sproggle nodded, Queggy ran off. There was so little time! He'd have to gather up all of his engineering and alchemical supplies he would need pronto! Did he have time to fix the dragster, thought? The race was in two days . . .
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Bizzix Steelspring
Location: Booty Bay
Bizzix Steelspring is a masterful hunter and former owner of a large corporation on Kezan. He gave all that up to pursue his lifelong dream of proving that he was a better hunter than that upstart Nesingwary.
"Eh, what's that Muffinbuns?" he asked, stroking his white tiger behind the ears. "You're right, something's going on over there," he nodded, glancing over to a number of goblins crowding Felix Bomber. "Let's see what's up."
Post by
Mazaniam
Character : Tif Boomah
Location: Booty Bay
Tif 'Tiffy' Boom is a warmage, a goblin. He owns a small shop in Kezan's undermine, along with his wife, Moassd. He has recently left for more adventure, travelling to Booty Bay after hearing word of a Manhunt.
"Hmm..." He saw a large sign, with the words
'FELIX BOMBER'
wrote on, with graffiti over it. Nevertheless, the sigh clearly pointed to a Goblin bent double.
"Hiya, I eh.. Manhunt?"
"Yeah yeah, stand over there with the others." The goblin didn't look up from the book he appeared to be reading. Tif paled when he saw a long line of goblins, waiting for Felix.
"Typical. Just
bloody
typical!"
Post by
Orranis
Ulrico Motorbreath
Booty Bay
Ulrico is one of the Goblin's scientists and engineers. He is best known for trying to use arcane magics, even demonology, in harmony with physics for interesting, and often devastating, effects. He is also well known for taking a simple piece of common sense or logic, and applying it to create incredibly complex ideas. His experiments have been getting more and more publicity, and has been rising quickly through the hierarchies of the cartels. He is not loyal to any one cartel, preferring to sell of his gadgets to the highest bidder. His appearance is never far from ragged work clothing. He's quite tall for a goblin, but that's not saying much. He has a brutal burn scar across his lip, where a bright hot piece of iron cut him in an experiment to create a new bomb gone wrong. If he fights, which is rare, he uses a combination of technology, including a explosively powerful gun of his own design, and arcane magic. Is incredibly spontaneous with his ideas and urges.
He walked slowly and surely up to Felix. They had been business partners in the past, and were on reasonably good terms, especially considering they were Goblins.
Post by
Queggy
((Please note, I'm expecting you guys to RP as the and give yourself your assignments. Sorry if there was any confusion about this.))
Post by
Orranis
Ulrico Motorbreath
Booty Bay
He marched straight through the line, putting an arm around Felix and speaking in his loud and rather obnoxious voice, "Hows it goin' boss?" The goblin smiled to see Ulrico, and they started their usual banter about their recent exploits. "I told this orc a rock was a grenade, and he believed me! Made fifty gold on a rock!" They laughed, and eventually they got down to business. "So, Felix, I hear you got this manhunt thing goin' down, eh?"The golbin shrugged, and said "What's it to you?" Ulrico smiled, made his hand into the shape of a gun and pointed it at the goblin, in a friendly sort of way. "Look here. You need me boss man! I got the plans, I got the equipment, I got the skills!" He glanced around, and noted a goblin muttering to himself. He thought he looked like he knew what he was doing. One of his impulses. He had to have him. "And I say you take that one to! Did some business with him, great guy. Knows his stuff." The goblin frowned, saying "I'll take you, but not the kid." Urlico grinend again, saying "Trust me. I guarantee he'll be good." He turned towards him. "Hey you, kid! Get over here, will ya?"
((That's you Maz.))
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109170
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Bizzix
Location: Booty Bay
"Greetings, citizens," Bizzix announced, cutting through the crowd. "What's going on here?"
Post by
Orranis
Ulrico Motorbreath
Booty Bay
"Heya! We gotta manhunt goin' down. Come check it out! It'll be worth your while..."
Post by
Monday
((Will be making gnome tomorrow, editing in post w/ character later.))
Post by
283869
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Post by
Patty
((inb4 there are no half dwarf females.))
Miraxi Fingerboom
Shimmering Flats
Miraxi is a gnome from her father's side, and a dwarf from her mother's. Her father was a tinker, and her mother a paladin. Miraxx is around 39 years old, and has pink hair cut into a bob. She has large ears, and is far more plump than a typical gnome. Her eyes are a green, and her skin is a deep peachy hue. Miss Fingerboom is a technomage; and named herself after an infamous incident with her first invention - the Sprokaploombic discombomulator - which took off two of her fingers, now replaced by shining metal ones. She has some natural facial hair which she shaves regularly.
'Sud Spruggle,'
the half-breed thought to herself, waddling through the encampment.
'Oh, there!'
she smiled, walking over towards the tent with her staff in her hands, and her goggles firmly pirched on her face.
"'Ey, Mr. Spruggle, I wanna y'know..." the female lowered her voice. "Get
'im
." she added.
"Yeah, yeah, sure just a minute..." the middle-aged gnome replied, sitting on the ground and grabbing a pen. "Name?"
"Miraxi, Miraxi Fingerboom." she nodded, her hair getting in her eyes. She tutted as she pushed it out of her face.
"Right, go see the other recruits then. Let's hope you make a good first impression," the gnome laughed quietly, watching the half-gnome jiggle as she ran out of the tent.
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283869
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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Bizzix
Location: Booty Bay
"A man... hunt?" Bizzix asked, his grin widening. "Why, that must be the greatest idea ever invented! Who's this unlucky fellow who will adorn my mantle?"
Post by
Queggy
Queggy Pipebomb
The Shimmering Flats
All the tools were at hand and Queggy was as ready as he'd ever be. Now all he needed to do was find a flight-buddy for the trip to the Eastern Kingdoms . . .
He looked up, shading his eyes against the shimmering mirages that played off the sand. Running out of Sproggle's tent and toward him was a chubby, pink-haired, gnome female.
"Hmmm,"
he said to himself.
"I bet she's been conscripted too . . ."
He ran to greet her.
"Haiya!"
he burbled cheerfully, holding out his hand.
"My name's Queggy. Have you been conscripted to teach those Goblins a thing or two as well?"
Post by
Patty
Miraxi Fingerboom
Shimmering flats
"Conscripted, nah. Kinda here for some self-satisfaction, or sumthin' like tha'," she replied, sitting down on the floor. "Y'know - show we're better than those green midgits." the halfling grinned.
"Oh, the name's Miraxi." she nodded at the gnome.
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109170
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Post by
Patty
Miraxi Fingerboom
Shimmering flats
"Um...hi? I guess."
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