Help me write a WoW combat scene for a novel

JTStoll

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Hey all,

I'm an author working on a fantasy novel series where one of the characters is a WoW player who gets his hand on a real magic weapon and ends up in a war to save the world from evil bad guys from another dimension.

Problem is, I haven't actually played WoW. A bit of Everquest way back in the day, but no WoW.

I'm planning to include a couple scenes in the book which take place in game, and I'm looking for some help in outlining these scenes. For copyright reasons, I may not use too many specific WoW characters and attacks, but I want to outline a realistic fight scene.

Here's the scenario I'm working on: Neil, a level-capped DPS Paladin, just had a bad IRL battle and is taking his frustration out with some PvP. His group is picking some weaklings off but gets ambushed by a stronger group. Everyone but Neil dies, but Neil somehow pulls off a win.

The scene begins with the line, "Neil watched his friends die, one by one." (Especially fun because you don't know yet that he's playing WoW).

So, first, do you know of any good PvP videos I could watch on Youtube?

Also, what other races/classes are in his group and the enemy group? Could you create a fictional group for Neil and for the enemy?

Who is the first to die? How do they die? How does Neil pull off the win?

If you help, I'd love to send you a free eBook copy of the first book in the series (already published). Big contributors also will get a special thanks in book 2.

Thanks! I really appreciate your help.
 
Ok just remember bubble and LoH. Only reason a pally can 1v3
 
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Out on the balcony, when Neil kissed Diana's lips, her knees went weak. Slowly, he pulled her top down, exposing her soft, unyielding breasts. Just the sight of those breasts made Neil's penis very hard. His penis was of considerable size, and now beads of sweat slowly ran down his penis, making it glisten like a strong swimmer, fresh from out of the pool. It was a fantastic penis, that seemed as strong as a horse's leg, yet as delicate as a flower wrapped in silk. What a grand, grand penis. Diana's nipples...
 
layewser said:
out on the balcony, when neil kissed diana's lips, her knees went weak. Slowly, he pulled her top down, exposing her soft, unyielding breasts. Just the sight of those breasts made neil's penis very hard. His penis was of considerable size, and now beads of sweat slowly ran down his penis, making it glisten like a strong swimmer, fresh from out of the pool. It was a fantastic penis, that seemed as strong as a horse's leg, yet as delicate as a flower wrapped in silk. What a grand, grand penis. Diana's nipples...
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I'd love to help you, I'll subscribe to this thread so I'll be reminded. As of right now I am laying in my bed with my phone. Tomorrow I can probably come up with something you might be able to use. I have a greater deal of wow lore knowledge as well as 9 years of experience of WoW ingame, and the lore is what makes wow not just anothermmorpg.
 
Eriwen,

Thanks so much! Sorry for taking so long to respond; I thought the thread had died.

So... yeah. I'm doing a bit of Googling around for research. So, tell me: what do you think the classes and races should be of both groups? And the order in which they die?

I may write a rough draft today. I'd love to send it to you for your brutal advice.

-Joey
 
Hmm so many limitations, directions and unknowns to write a scene so specific, harder to get some originality out with those conditions but here is a rough modification and change what you may

"Growing up Neil was raised by parents of absolute justice and compassion, his father being a judge in the high court and his mother being a nurse in a nearby hospital. Neil aspired to truth in a world full of complexity that fooled even the most strong minded, to justice even when it meant losing the friends he grew up with, a life walked by only by the purest of hearts. At a young age Neil was introduced to World of Warcraft, WoW as it is popularly known by the millions that indulge in this virtual fantasy. Before Neil even bought the game he knew within his heart what he would be playing as.....what his character would represent.....what he would do if his enemies were to betray the laws of the land. Was it destiny, was it fate or was it a coincidence that the universe would have already had his mouse scrolled over a human paladin even before he even touched it... all that was remaining was to name this character. As he thought long and hard on what this new name should be, only one name came to mind , only one name had meaning of the infinite combinations of letters, only one name rang a bell so loud it screamed in his mind..." TYRAEL" as he screamed it aloud he entered the letters on to the screen and hit accept. His screams were so loud some neighbors drawn by the loud scream reported seeing a white strike of lightning hitting the roof closest to his room illuminating the entire house for a good few seconds.

Entering into this new world Neil felt a refreshing but familiar feeling, as though being born a second time.....as if he had been here in some past life. As he wondered this amazing world, he felt this new connection grow stronger and stronger, the breeze as though is caressed the side of his cheek, every stone, pebble and blade of grass as it shaped the imprint of his boot. As his gaze fell from the sky to the ground he noticed he was at a church, bells ringing, horses carrying goods for the market and even old ladies singing songs of old. Neil reached for his weapon as he saw the people around him just entering this new world did, as he grasped he felt nothing. He could only feel the empty strap as everyone around him giggled, he thought....is this a glitch, is this some sort of joke played by the masters of this virtual fantasy. As he attempted to log off and start a new character out of anger a message popped up "Those who enter the world of the Old Gods can only create one character ever. Those who die in the world of the Old Gods die forever!" . This message shocked Neil, as if the message was directed towards him and intended for him and him alone, he felt his world crashed...he could taste the contents of his stomach from when he ate pizza 5 hours ago...this was all too real...<Splukkkkk> he threw up all over his keyboard and himself.

Neil would not touch his computer for months, the message echoing in his mind, both pulling him and scaring him. Then one day Neil went to court with his father ,a right of passage his father believed every man needed to see. His father sentenced a man to death for committing a series of murders a couple of weeks ago and today was execution day, as they were in the viewing room the executor pulled the first of two switches that would start the electricution.The prisoner shouted at Neil's father "Even in death my spirit will haunt the living"....his father's response would be words that would linger on in Neil's deepest darkest thoughts for the rest of his life..."Even in death, justice will seek you out and claim it's righteous vindication until the dimensions of time and space can no longer hold your torment". The executioner then pulled the second switch and the electricity flowed through the man's body as though he was a mere iron rod. Screaming and screaming while his braid was being overwhelmed with pain Neil stepped in front of the glass pane to get a closer look at his face, as he glanced the prisoner the prisoner glanced back...the moment paused as though they were peering through each other's souls....even the thought of death could not distract this man's look at Neil, as though life and death coordinated this moment in time, coordinated this meeting, as if no one else in the room mattered....he said one word....one word that would shake the foundation of Neil's concepts of normality....."TYRAEL!!!!!!!"...the prisoner shouted in extreme rage and fear at the same time, to everyone else in the room it was the ramblings of a dying man but to Neil it was as if he was meant to be there, as if he himself cast that judgment."

Will continue this over the weekend haha, but my basic idea of what I think this novel can lean towards, XD
 
Hmm so many limitations, directions and unknowns to write a scene so specific, harder to get some originality out with those conditions but here is a rough modification,change what you may!!!

"Growing up Neil was raised by parents of absolute justice and compassion, his father being a judge in the high court and his mother being a nurse in a nearby hospital. Neil aspired to truth in a world full of complexity that fooled even the most strong minded, to justice even when it meant losing the friends he grew up with, a life walked only by the purest of hearts. At a young age Neil was introduced to World of Warcraft, WoW as it is popularly known by the millions that indulge in this virtual fantasy. Before Neil even bought the game he knew within his heart what he would be playing .....what his character would represent.....what he would do if his enemies were to betray the laws of the land. Was it destiny, was it fate or was it a coincidence that the universe would have already had his mouse scrolled over a human paladin even before he even touched it... all that was remaining was to name this character. As he thought long and hard on what this new name should be, only one name came to mind , only one name had meaning of the infinite combinations of letters, only one name rang a bell so loud it screamed in his mind..." TYRAEL" as he screamed it aloud he entered the letters on to the screen and hit accept. His screams were so loud some neighbors drawn by the loud scream reported seeing a white strike of lightning hitting the roof closest to his room illuminating the entire house for a good few seconds.

Entering into this new world Neil felt a refreshing but familiar feeling, as though being born a second time.....as if he had been here in some past life. As he wondered this amazing world, he felt this new connection grow stronger and stronger, the breeze as though is caressed the side of his cheek, every stone, pebble and blade of grass as it shaped the imprint of his boot. As his gaze fell from the sky to the ground he noticed he was at a church, bells ringing, horses carrying goods for the market and even old ladies singing songs of old. Neil reached for his weapon as he saw the people around him just entering this new world did, as he grasped he felt nothing. He could only feel the empty strap as everyone around him giggled, he thought....is this a glitch, is this some sort of joke played by the masters of this virtual fantasy. As he attempted to log off and start a new character out of anger a message popped up "Those who enter the world of the Old Gods can only create one character ever. Those who die in the world of the Old Gods die forever!" . This message shocked Neil, as if the message was directed towards him and intended for him and him alone, he felt his world crashed...he could taste the contents of his stomach from when he ate pizza 5 hours ago...this was all too real...<Splukkkkk> he threw up all over his keyboard and himself.

Neil would not touch his computer for months, the message echoing in his mind, both pulling him and scaring him. Then one day Neil went to court with his father ,a right of passage his father believed every man needed to see. His father sentenced a man to death for committing a series of murders a couple of weeks ago and today was execution day, as they were in the viewing room the executor pulled the first of two switches that would start the electrocution.The prisoner shouted at Neil's father "Even in death my spirit will haunt the living"....his father's response would be words that would linger on in Neil's deepest darkest thoughts for the rest of his life..."Even in death, justice will seek you out and claim it's righteous vindication until the dimensions of time and space can no longer hold your torment". The executioner then pulled the second switch and the electricity flowed through the man's body as though he was a mere iron rod. Screaming and screaming while his brain was being overwhelmed with pain Neil stepped in front of the glass pane to get a closer look at his face, as he glanced the prisoner the prisoner glanced back...the moment paused as though they were peering through each others souls....even the thought of death could not distract this man's look at Neil, as though life and death coordinated this moment in time, coordinated this meeting, as if no one else in the room mattered....he said one word....one word that would shake the foundation of Neil's concepts of normality....."TYRAEL!!!!!!!"...the prisoner shouted in extreme rage and fear, to everyone else in the room it was the ramblings of a dying man but to Neil it was as if he was meant to be there, as if he himself cast that judgment."

Will continue this over the weekend haha, but my basic idea of what I think this novel can lean towards, XD
 
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layewser said:
Out on the balcony, when Neil kissed Diana's lips, her knees went weak. Slowly, he pulled her top down, exposing her soft, unyielding breasts. Just the sight of those breasts made Neil's penis very hard. His penis was of considerable size, and now beads of sweat slowly ran down his penis, making it glisten like a strong swimmer, fresh from out of the pool. It was a fantastic penis, that seemed as strong as a horse's leg, yet as delicate as a flower wrapped in silk. What a grand, grand penis. Diana's nipples...
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I read that in Mr. Garrison's voice
 
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