We are looking for 2 Story Writers (locked)

[dirnsterer]

Great to see this sort of stuff. Story idea for possible upcoming writers: Newly risen cult, Gaems Waerkshop is trying to create a ritual that will end all of Old World in doom, heroes and villains alike need to stand up to defend the world from complete destruction. (Hohohoho)

[Scrilian]

I've read your now deleted conversation about undead being the theme and took a few minutes to make a villain for you guys, his name is Ivan Von Carsten! Enjoy

Spoiler:

A native of Kislev, he is a low-born bastard son of a famous Winged Hussar boyarin-general, that perished during the struggle to retake Praag in the times of the last Great Chaos Incursion.
Ivan, or Van'ka in kislevar, inherited much of his fathers strength and was as harsh and bold as the Oblast itself, never wavering nor willing to indulge himself in the boyar politics.
Just because of the latter he was denied his heritage throughout most of his early years and more often then not just spent all that time in the depths of the Grovod Forest battling it out with the wild creatures, that Tsar armies never truly eradicated.
This made him a friend of not only of the villages he and his battle buddies-bratva protected, but a friend of noble beasts that inhabited in the said forest. One most notable was the gigantic battle bear, Boris, that accompanied Ivan in his adventures and over the years became his most trusted companion-mount. Kislevites truly adored him, or so the legend tells us.
But never could Ivan give up the idea to honour his bloodline and to become a true boyarin like his father. With years that idea flourished into obsession, that drove him and his bratva-comrades into more risky and desperate campaigns against the most vile creatures of the Oblast to prove themselves in the eyes of Kislev court. And that would've surely one day finished the brave Ivan if not for a beastmen raid that struck violently like no other at the villages, in which Ivan and bratva often used to stay and drink their nights away.
Seeing that the most of the Stanicas people either mutilated or eaten - Ivan issued anger stricken crusade into the heart of the forest to avenge the fallen and to try and save those who were taken. Riding Boris in the pursuit of the warband he and his comrades engaged beastmen host near a thousand year old withered Oak, that stood in a somewhat unnatural opening in the center of the forest. This mattered little to Ivan as he drove the charge into the center of enemy horde.
Severed ungor limbs and torn parts of gors flew right and left, skulls cracked and blood marked the wicked herdstones, none could stand in the way of his axe and the bears claws. But the sound of battle drove more and more beastmen eager to join the fight. Surrounded and severely outnumbered Ivan fought like Ursun himself.
When he saw the beastmen line wavering and thought that this day might still be won - something strange happened. As the battlefield was filled more and more with blood and souls of the recently dead and amplified by the presence of herdstones - a black lightning came from the sky, shattering the herdstones and striking the Oak with crackling boom.
Silence fell on the battlefield for a brief moment and when the sides were turning back to fight each other once more - one by one the fallen beastmen near the Oak started to twitch and stand up. It was strange indeed for these beastmen unlike other were silent. Then more and more rose joined by small bands of dead pouring from the forest with marks of long perished herds, most of which by Ivan's and his comrades hands. A slow crooked figure emerged from the hole in the Oak and soon the wall of dead attacked the living.
Seeing that what all he struggled to protect were dead or dying and his life work of clearing the forest seemed undone Ivan was stricken with grief. So as he watched his comrades torn to shreds by the oncoming endless tide, Ivan with a long sigh took the sip of vodka from his belt pouch before his last reckless charge.
None truly know what transpired that day, but when next time people of Kislev saw Ivan - he looked like pale corpse in blooded pelt armor and roared unknown dry syllables from a foreign land, leading undead beastmen hordes. With trusted gigant undead bear Boris ravaging the living at his side.

[Gnash]

Hello Devs: This post is just to shout a huge THANK YOU for your endeavors in expanding the world many of us thought lost forever after Lights Out. I never dreamed that at my age I would be an MMO Hobbyist with an (often unhealthy) love of this game and I'm getting truly excited, again, like I was about a year prior to Live launch. You all have an incredible capacity for unheard of kindness and grace and don't receive near enough thanks.

That said, having played since launch + 1 year, then the last 3 years of W.A.R.,also having been an avid Live Official Forum reader, playing only W.A.R. for it's last 3 years, and digital reams of postings from hundreds of players, from topics on lore and RP'ing to turorials on what math went into stat/damage calculations during battle, even sloughing through heated debates regarding those and everything else W.A.R. in between, and numerous fansites and blogs, and finally in appreciation of how you have stuck to giving us back our once though lost home, it's my humble opinion at this point in the asking, that Penril and TenTonHammer are your best choices, with my bias for content going to TenTonHammer because, IIRC, Chaos Dwarves had been anounced as, at least, under consideration as an expantion, which would be in keeping with not only what was established in W.A.R., but with the Live team's future/expansion plans.

Just my two cents. Thanks for reading! =)

[Dana]

Closed. Gobtar and Karast are our new Live Event writers

Thanks to everyone who offered their help