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In response to the above

I am going to keep this short- as I feel there is a ton shit up about how Alliance RP is dying, how Opt-Ins are excluding, and criminals and law folk are unfair to each other. So I will mostly be addressing, or rather correcting some things about @the-news-nerd‘s post that directly reflects myself and @mortua-sol (formerly The Nightguard) and the Stormwind Underground Opt-In- which myself, Saroes, and @davionshadowleaf founded. 

First- House Stygian never hunted Eilithe

The arc being spoken on in this post involved The Nightguard blowing the roof off of the SI:7 HQ in retaliation to the IC threat that Tauri was going to send assassins after our people after The Nightguard allied with @the-house-of-crows. This never involved House Stygian.

What DID involve them was a single event where The Nightguard rescued @renlavaye from the clutches of Shadowstep. They mentioned OOC perhaps hunting Eilithe and the gang- but at the time we had six active members to Stygians hundred and something. There were ooc disagreements, but I will note I have respect for Sigrid despite of all that. However, we chose then and now not to have plot lines with them for one reason or another.

What did happen that shouldn’t have

After both sides got put in that stand still of ‘Well you’re a terrorist, what now?’ Myself and @demetrius-devereaux devised an IC plot to fake Eilithe’s death without much of any contact with Saroes. This is something I own up to and have apologized for multiple times. However, it is a stretch to say that ‘But for some people, it got tiring’- this arc developed a relation with two of my favorite people on alliance @percy-aldenhardt and Saroes. 

SWU

@percy-aldenhardt said it perfect 

“As one of the GMs of the Stormwind Underground Opt- In, not many people understand that it’s OOC, it isn’t an IC community, and, it by far isn’t a criminal underground as a whole.”

Let me say, that when we made this Opt-In its main purpose was so a guard/agent could look at a criminal and go ‘Oh, cool– they’re all about interacting with me’. 

At the end of the day, we’re here to have fun. All of the people involved in SWU have been burned too. That is why some of us chose not to RP with people. Yes, some of those are in HoN- that isn’t to say we don’t like them as people, but we simply conflict in where we want RP to go– and that is okay. However, much of the ‘burns’ that have happened have been fostered in a lack of communication which is the entire reason SWU exists. 

Conclusion/Final Thoughts

Nobles and Criminals fight for different reasons, @mortua-sol chooses (when we DO interact with nobility) to push back because Mortua Sol wishes for a classless society. That is their goal- so it would be impossible to get on well with nobility 90% of the time.

Our community isn’t dying- in fact, I personally feel my guild and myself have had more RP than we had in the months that led up to Legion’s drop. 

Opt-Ins aren’t the problem- they are creating a space where everyone involved has a common goal. Take @deadsunharbor, we all want to run a pirate city and have sweet ass RP in a location that doesn’t exist in game. Obviously not everyone observes Sri-La as DSH, nor do they want to–but for the purpose of RP -we- do. Opt-Ins allow for that. 

GMs don’t necessarily need to lead anything but their guilds and have the professionalism to build/handle situations with other GMs. Truly, GMs exist for their guilds– not for the community. 

Don’t normally post OOC stuff but some of this needed to cleared up where @mortua-sol is concerned. Alliance and Horde seem to always feel like their RP community is dying or exclusive, I’ve heard it from both side and they always talk about how the opposite faction seems better than theirs. As they say, ‘The grass is greener on the other side’- but personally I see the best writers I’ve seen in a long time on WRA come up in just the last few months. 

-ARH

Cloth Transmog: Mage, Priest, Warlock

Chest: Abjurer’s Tunic Tabard: Apron Hands: Mystic’s Gloves Waist: Historian’s Sash Legs: Royal Trousers Feet: Saltarello Shoes

Offhand: Rod of Molten Fire Staff: Aquatic Greatstaff 1h Sword: Feral Blade Dagger: Small Hand Blade

I would like to take this opportunity to extend an invitation to any and everyone (Horde or Ally) to take part in a potentially -really- exciting new location that I hope will become a hub for criminals and even good guys who want to taste a bit of bad! Mortua Sol is officially opening their harbor and shifting Dead Sun Harbor into a port city! We’re looking for anyone who would want to be a part of this community- affiliates, merchants, pirates, patrons, people who need a job ICly! DSH will have loads of fun activities to pick from. If you are interested, whisper me in game18+please- members should have Discord as much of the cross faction rp will occur there! With further adieu, I give you Dead Sun Harbor.

-Lots of Love, E

Through the veil of mist, an inlet offers shelter from the sea stretching between Pandaria and the Eastern Kingdoms. The approach to shore is treacherous, the rock formations guarding the way to the docks as if the titans themselves yanked the pillars from the ocean depths. The narrow passages make it nearly impossible for frigates to navigate inland, making the only way ashore to anchor and take smaller rowboats. The sight of Dead Sun Harbor is breath-taking, namely in comparison to the riff-raft that flocks the port. Cascading falls that pour down from the island and something that just says free.

Captained by a known member of the criminal family Mortua Sol- Joram Kallar, The Adoration patrols the waters for any sign of hostile ships be they Alliance or Horde. She is a fast ship, with a ruthless crew. A secondary frigate often accompanies this ship, called The Victory- captained by yet another of Mortua Sol’s family members. Getting passed them is a feat on its own, but intruders will find Dead Sun Enforcers waiting for them ashore– along with three mounted cannons spread out on high ground across the port.

With a signal from The Adoration, docking at the harbor is just a piece, which gains those seeking refuge or a good time full access to the harbor town. The Inn, Brothel, and Gambling House all sit on the level just above the sea- though shops and homes stack up into the mountain side.

Before passing up to the main level, visitors must pass by The Pits- a gladiatorial ring where much of the disputes on the island are settled. Get robbed in the Inn? Challenge the thief to combat in the Pits and beat him to death. Fights are overseen by Head Enforcer and noted member of Mortua Sol, Iceilla Nightbane– disobey one of the few rules the harbor has and face her and her team.

The Hanged Man features a man strung up by his ankle on it’s sign- below it written in common and orcish Inn. Inside, all sorts of barkeeps walk the floors– humans, Kaldorei, Sin'dorei, Orcs, all there to make certain guests have full cups of ale and food on their plates. The main floor of the inn is packed tightly with tables, and is almost always a crowded mess. Upstairs are small rooms, for just three pieces a night and of course, a complimentary meal and ale with the purchase.

Patrons of the harbor, being shady as they often are- often find themselves in the backroom of The Hanged Man, dealing with the Matrem of Mortua Sol- and Overseer of Dead Sun Harbor. A notoriously cruel Kaldorei, Eilithe is more than willing to make mercs and privateers very rich. Crossing her is not a smart endeavor.

Merchant stands pack the paths between buildings, coin can be made and lost almost every step through the port city. For those with a particularly deep pocket, they might find themselves outside of a building whose sign is, quite simply a wagon wheel with the word Fortune fashioned from metal across it. 

The Wheel of Fortune is a rather classy establishment for such a shifty city. The gambling house offers all sorts of games, where players can leave with a small fortune or leave in debt to those that run the harbor. Lora Nightwell, yet another member of Mortua Sol- finds herself the proprietor of this fine establishment. If someone is brave enough to skip out on their gambling debts- Lora is certain to change their mind.

Like any good port city- Dead Sun Harbor offers lonely travelers companionship at The Empress The women and men of this brothel are lovely as ever- and twice as fierce. For a few pieces, sailors can find themselves access to dancers and a hot meal. A price for a night with one of the whores could range from five pieces to five hundred, as they are free to charge ‘based on demand’. Rumor has it they are in need of a Madam. Though they might be without proper management, if the girls don’t kill a man for skipping out on a bill– the enforcers will. 

Eilithe:

Davion: “I yield.”

By Risri Elthron

Friday evening, in Redridge Mountains a camp of soldiers were attacked and left for dead. The only survivor described a horrific scene to the authorities. The group was assigned a routine patrol to deal with raider gangs when they made camp for the night near another group of travelers. The guardsman reported one blonde woman visiting their camp, flirting with him and then he awoke several hours later to find his compatriots murdered and the other camp long gone.

The authorities stated this was likely the work of a well trained assassination group and one official spoke on the condition of anonymity “There was a Shadowleaf sigil branded into the Captain’s forehead.”  The men were strangled, stabbed and one had his throat slit. The guard is looking for anyone who might have traveled through Redridge and seen the two camps. In addition, the Lord of House Shadowleaf is being sought for questioning.

Whatever you do, don’t drink what’s in that cup- give it to someone that annoys you. 

It had been a few hours since Bizmo’s Brawl Pub night had opened up with festivities, and Eilithe found herself surrounded by the leaders of the underground– it was strange to think she was one. These were her people, rather she wanted to be among them or not events in the passed ten years had fixed her position there- a seat among the underworld.

Take it to Davion, she called through the seal, her lips spreading into a cheeky grin. 

“Is this where I get… uhh.. stuff, I don’t know the word in Darnassian,” a timid little elf called from the outside of the booth. 

Eilithe had been engaged in conversation with Sithic over the incredible nuisance of a particular druid that had been stalking after his members. Sithic was a fairly new ‘friend’, one she’d made out of curiosity rather than necessity– but with his proposal of contracting Mortua Sol to deal with his problem, how could she ignore him. 

“One thousand gold pieces?” He asked her, though she could discern nothing surprised in his tone. 

“Just for the information. Initial fee, of course. Could you hold onto that a moment?” Eilithe shifted her veiled gaze to the druid and  extended her claws, “Oh yes, come sit sit– what exactly are you looking for? A soft buzz– or perhaps you’d like to experience the ecstasy of Brown Sugar.” 

The little elf exchanged nervously with the Shadow Hunter, inquiring into dosage- cost, side effects. Eilithe didn’t even have to lie, the little elf eyed the vial she held. “Thirty pieces, darling~” she never could resist a sale.

“Odd one to be buying,” Eilithe noted, before she’d shift her attention back to Sithic, “She’ll know I’m chasing her, since she’s listening now– it will be more of a challenge but we can manage.”

“And do you offer other services?” 

Eilithe ran her tongue of her teeth, clicking her tongue as she finished, “I won’t kill her– if that is what you’re asking, at least not yet.” 

Davion incoming, he may try and punch you.

Eilithe choked back laughter, doing her best to focus on Sithic- though as Davion strolled up with Iceilla escorting him, she lost her mind. Falling forward, the couple joints she and Sithic had smoked did not help her condition- wheezing with laughter, muttering ‘You drank piss.’ 

“You’re the worst.”

She already knew.  Once they’d settled it was a joke, Davion assured her that he’d get even– and of course, she hoped he would. 

“I have sometime though, before I need to head out. Let’s discuss some business, your friend might be interested too.” 

Davion, foolish as he was at times- was eloquent in proposal. Redridge? How could she even think of refusing?