(It's cool man. Welcome aboard. Honestly RPing here isn't much different from the WoW forum except that here you can RP in other settings besides the WoW universe. ERP is also practiced here although you will usually only find it in the RPs labeled as "Open" since the open threads are where anybody can post and just join in. The "Closed" threads have more stringent standards, and you'll have to write a character bio in the respective OOC thread if you wanna join in one. Since the Closed RPs are usually more serious the ERP will either be restricted to the indirect mention of it or the ERP will be taken to private messages. That's all that I've gathered since I joined, hope it helps you get an idea of the basic workings around here.)<br/><br/>Xel'thek sat around idly on the waterfront. The sun beat down upon his bare back revealing light blue skin covered in black tribal tattoos. The patterns swirled down his back, wrapping around his torso and creeping up to his head. Two long tusks, polished and sharpened, gleamed brilliantly in the harsh sunlight of Tanaris. He looked across the still water, he heard the swish and crash of waves down the beach. A small plop as if one had dropped a coin into the water was heard. Xel'thek brushed his wild white hairaway from his goggled eyes. The fish could be seen in the clear water of his fishing spot, a cascade of vibrant colors rapidly changing, undulating, as if the fish were trying to paint a picture for him. He reached down and retrieved his smoking pipe from the sand. He reached into one of his traveler's bags and retrieved a device. He aimed a hole in the small machine at the other end of his pipe and pressed a small red button. A petite trail of flame left the device and lit the herbs in his pipe. A lazy trail of smoke exited the pipe as he inhaled.<br/><br/>He put the pipe down and checked his fishing rod. Still unmoving, the fish seem to be smartening up. The troll exhaled and a second stream of smoke floated up in the bright sky. He stood up and gathered his leather armor, freshly washed in the ocean. A faint aroma of salt entered his nose as he removed his shirt and tunic from their places hanging in the tree. He brought them back to the spot he had been sitting in for the past hour, the indent that his rear had left already being covered by sand. He sat down and then laid the armor and shirt at his left, unwilling to sacrifice the feeling of the sun's rays on his skin. He sighed as he let himself lay back into the sand. The heat of the sun was replaced with the scalding and relaxing burn of the sand on his skin. Again the plop of a fish biting at his fishing rod's bait. The sound was followed by the jingling of a bell as the fish was hooked and pulled on the rod, causing the attached bell to ring loudly.<br/><br/>Xel'thek lazily reached towards the rod and grasped it. He pulled it back towards his body and then locked the line. The rod jerked as the fish was stopped from pulling more line from the rod. He slowly and methodically started reeling the fish in. The rod jerked wildly as the fish desperately tried to escape with its life. The motion of the rod seemed to stop at his hands and arms. His body was as still as a statue, his right arm being the only moving piece, winding the line back to the rod. In a moment the fish was pulled out of the water, a flash of silver on the end of his line. He almost felt bad for catching such a beautiful prize. He slowly grabbed the fish and then unsheathed one of his daggers. The dagger, meant to slice the flesh of his enemies and gouge holes into the armor of Alliance warriors, was more than enough to finish off the suffering fish. The dagger cleanly slid into the gill of the fish and in an instant it stopped thrashing, only twitching occasionally. He stood up with the bleeding creature in his right hand and his bloody dagger in the other. He walked over to the small fire and pot that he had set up near the tree. He put the fish in the pot and then placed it on a base he had crafted out of metal. With another press of the button on his fire starting device, the fire was started. His stomach growled as the fish lay in the heating pot. He walked more animately towards his spot near the water and wiped off his dagger with a cloth.<br/><br/>Xel'thek turned around and looked into the shimmering distance of the desert.The clinking of metal was starting to reach his sensitive trollish ears and was growing louder. He squinted his eyes, trying to discern what was coming.. All he could see was a vaguely humanoid shape coming through the shivering air above the desert sand, the flash of silver, and the clinking and clanking of armor. He stood still and slid a hand around the hilt of one of his daggers, the rogue wasn't sure what was coming but he had learned over the years that having a hand on a dagger was never a bad thing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>