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Current Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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18 days ago
Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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1 mo ago
Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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2 mos ago
New Interest Check, everybody!
2 mos ago
My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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1: Name: Rogrelg Shining-Hand, Bishop of Orgrimmar under the Archbishop of Theramore.

2: Age: 24

3: Sex: Male

4: Place of Birth: Ruins of Stormwind.

5: Equipment: Black Cloth Robes with leather pauldrons and an Argent Dawn Tabard, as well as a One-Handed Mace, and occassionally an Axe.

6: History: Rogrelg was born near the Ruins of Stormwind, as the Orcs were preparing to head north towards Lordareon. His clan, the Dragonmaw, managed to enslave the Dragonqueen Alexstraza using an artifact known as the Demon Soul, winning them draconic mounts; one of the Orc's first memories was seeing these beasts departing from the citadel of Grin Batol in order to conduct areial missions against the Alliance. However, such days would not soon last, as the Alliance eventually defeated Rogrelg's people, and promptly imprisoned them into an internment camp to suffer from withdrawal symptoms, symptoms born from the demonic energy that had been used to addict the Orcs towards conquest and bloodshed.

In the Internment Camp, Rogrelg grew up further, knowing hazy days of lethargy and cravings that he could not recall the cure of, punctuated by abuse from the human guards. It would have lasted forever (or so he thought) before rumors spread of a stranger who had been infiltrating Orc Camps, a stranger with powers over nature. Said stranger was Thrall, then a second-in-command to Orgrim Doomhammer. And Orgrim himself, with the aforementioned Thrall, would liberate the camp Rogrelg was inacerated, with Orgrim dying that day. And Thrall, Thrall became Warchief, and Rogrelg's life would never be the same, for Thrall brought with him hope, hope not just for liberation, but dignity, dignity and a new way.

Rogrelg absorbed the teachings of Thrall, of the new Warchief's words of Shamanism and restoration of tradition. But, as he learned more about his history and the Orcs' fraught relations with humanity, he began to wonder; was the restoration of the old ways enough? True, it was good to restore their spirit, but wasn't there a reason Shamanism failed before? Didn't the Orcs find it easy to turn back on the guidance of the Ancestors and Spirits? And he saw how the Humans called upon their own forces, forces of bright light and arcane power. What gave them such power? Cannot such power be put in service of their atonement? If Humans were the aggrieved party before the Internment Camps, why not learn more about them?

But those thoughts were kept secret, until Kalimdor, where, after a time of fighting against the Alliance expedition, the Orcs and Humans combined together against the Burning Legion and the Undead, leading him to finally come in contact with the practitioners of the Holy Light. Of course, the Priests and Paladins at first refused to answer his questions, but the young Orc was nothing if not persistent. And between bouts of fighting the Undead, Rogrelg was finally allowed to find out more...and what he found, what he found began to answer his questions. Thrall's teachings were still valid, he knew this, but that didn't change the fact that there were multiple sources of truth, and The Light was one of them.

The Light was bright, beautiful, and compassionate; it was not the Humans' fault that the Orcs had forced them to use it for war, and then deny its compassion to them, or at least, that was what Rogrelg believed. His final moment of conversion came at Mount Hyjal, where, during the battle for the Orc Camp, the he was heavily wounded, while in the infirmary, there were a lack of healing Shamans. However, Jaina Proudmoore had sent several Priests to help heal the wounded Horde Members, and Rogrelg's health was restored in record time, allowing him to feel the glory of the Light firsthand. That was when he decided: he can revere both the Light, the Spirits, and Ancestors. And so he would.

7: Random Information:

- Ever since finding out that the Red Dragons were the guardians of Life in Azeroth, Rogrelg has sworn an oath to atone for his clan's enslavement of their kind.

- Rogrelg, being a former warrior, can still call on his martial skill in desperate moments.

- Also, the title 'Bishop of Orgrimmar' is an accurate one; he really did get appointed to that position by the (unnamed, Original Character) archbishop of Theramore.
@The Fated Fallen, yeouch! I can see why that would be something that would get ya, especially as I don't have a sterling record of fidelity myself.
Sorry for posting this in full, @TheUnknowable.
((Collab between Letter Bee and TheUnknowable, and perhaps BlackPanther))

Some Time Ago...

In the middle of the movie, Mikhail sent a message to Kyle's phone using the man's public number, saying:

Hey, you, Kyle, was it? Anyway, I want to hire you for a job; meet me in the Spaceport in six more hours.

Castyel raises an eyebrow when he sees Mikhail texting, but doesn't snoop. With a small headshake he settles back into his seat to keep watching the movie.

Kyle's phone beeped, notifying him that he had a text message. He read it. Interesting. Peacemaker wants to talk. Well, I guess I could take on another job, as long as it doesn't interfere with this one. He sent back a responce, saying that he'd be there.

Five hours later

Natsumoto Industry's medical research division awaited the arrival of their newest case study, Mikhail Peacemaker. He would likely be impressed with what they had designed using their study of his powers. The Hope sensor, which was setting on the table in the form of a scanner which mapped out sources based on relative strength, was obvious, but there were two other devices planned, one of which R&D had rushed to get an early prototype of finished.

"'Wow!" said Mikhail as he strapped the second device, a shield generator that was enhanced by his power, onto his arm. "This is amazing!"

"It's just a prototype," said Dr. Kwan. "By incorperating the Hope sensor we were able to able to enhance its effectiveness using the wearer's own Hope. It's only a maximum of a 50% boost currently, as it's an early prototype, but the combination of the two shows great promise.

"Thanks; this is going to be awesome! So, the third device...when is it going to be built?"

"Should take about a month to get the first prototype out. This is unlike any tech we've built before. Creating solid constructs from electricity is somewhat related to the forcefield tech, but it's different enough that we'll have to rework the entire device from the ground up. That shield you're wearing should hit market by then, though it should be much more stable than the one you're wearing.

Mikhail nodded, before saying:

"Thanks for, well, everything. I presume I can leave now? I'm eager to return back to Earth."

"Sure." said Dr. Kwan. Take those two protypes with you if you want, we can always make more and I'm sure your friends in the US government would love to see them. They've already been offered personal shield devices by our sales division, but they didn't think the devices would help the troops enough. Maybe these new shields will be more to their liking."

"Possibly, but I think that they'll only accept them once the diplomacy between our two entities secures both an alliance and guarantees," Mikhail's voice was light. "But, still, I hope more than ever that we can establish both peaceful coexistence and colonization of the stars."

"And with that, me and Castyel say goodbye." And with a wave, Mikhail turned to leave.

Castyel had kept his head down the entire time, he can't help it as he subconciously takes in information and files it away for later. Most likely, he will never use it though. He is snapped out of it when Mikhail says his name and leaves, this causes him to give a quick nod and follow Mikhail out.




Mikhail and Castyel then went to meet Kyle at the Spaceport. Once the boy sighted the private investigator, he would approach him less openly than he had done with Cas, but still very relaxed, before saying:

"Glad you decided to hear me out."

"Of course," he said. "Why wouldn't I?" He paused for a few seconds. "You said something about a job?"

"Yeah..." said Mikhail. "For my return to Earth, I'm going to form a team to take down Alkaev's holdings in Azeribaijan; the Baku Oil Fields, specifically. That would help let up the pressure on our Kurdish Clients."

"Sound's like a big job. Normally I'm not a mercenary, more of a bodyguard, but, then again, we're talking about Alkaev."

"Glad you're with me, then," Mikhail said, holding out his hand. "Let's do this."

"I didn't actually say I was with you." Kyle corrected the new guy. "I'm here with a client right now. They dug up some dirt on one of the Corps and I've got to make sure they're safe, at least until the corp has no reason to kill them any more."

Mikhail projected a force field around himself, Kyle, and presumably Castyel, one that would hide them from all surveillance.

"Tell me more. If the Corps are up to something, we can shift the team's focus to stopping that, instead."

"I can't give you details. I don't think you'd turn on me, but if they have an agent in the city, they might find out and become a threat. Shouldn't take more than a few days, maybe a week, to clear up the situation, then I'm all yours."

Of course, Cas is more likely to turn against Kyle then Mikhail is. For now though, he remains quiet...with his sunglasses back in place his emotions are hard to read. After all, Mikhail is the only one he has opened up to. Anyone else will get the unemotional wall that may or may not be watching every move carefully to figure out if what is happening is quality information or dangerous to him.

"So, what do you think, Cas'?" Mikhail asked. "We wait till we return to Earth, or perhaps we can give him a helping hand, locating all agents of his current enemy in the city and busting them? Knowing your skills, I think we'll be done just in time for the ship to depart."

Cas goes into a thinking pose, if he helped that would move things along faster. "Sure, i'll have to get some stuff though since being blue doesn't help one blend in" That was aimed more at Mikhail since it has humor laced through it, to Kyle he nods. At least he never fully unpacks when he goes on any form of trips so after everything was finished it would only take him seconds to be ready to leave.
@TheUnknowable, it can always be Aramco?
@Letter BeeSo, I need to cancel a collab I just asked if we could do, but never arranged?
I'm still willing to do it, we just need to find time we can both be on. Maybe Sunday.


Saint's weekends are only Friday and Saturday.
@Letter Bee4 am, I think. Way too early.


All right; just PM Saint to cancel the collab, then.
That's 1 am here. I might have been up then, but I was probably half asleep and trying to finish a post.


Ah, well, on Fridays and Saturdays, Saint gets up at 5 PM, Philippine Time (although he lives in Jordan). That would be 5 AM at your end, right?
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I don't know when that is, and can't really change when I get on.


Present time is 9:14 AM, Philippine Time, and you were up at around that time earlier.
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