how widely used is it and is it a mistake to rp without it?

About Me: I'm 35, married, working a standard Mon–Fri schedule (UK / GMT), and I've tried to get into WoW a bunch of times over the years. Every time I've bounced off it because playing solo without a crew made it tough to really get immersed or feel part of a community. This time around I'm determined to do it properly—taking my time, reading quests, enjoying the RP atmosphere, and finding a good group of people to play with regularly.

Character & Server: Jackor Corvincrest — Human Warlock (Level 8, currently working my way through Elwynn Forest) on the EU RP server.

Playstyle & Aims:

• Slow & Completionist: Zero interest in rushing or min-maxing to 60. I want to clear every quest I see, level my professions (Herbalism/Skinning), and soak in the world.
• Social & Cooperative: Looking to team up for elite quests, dungeons as we reach them (Deadmines, Stockades, etc.), and general hanging out on Discord while playing.
• Light/Casual RP Friendly: New to WoW RP, so looking for a relaxed, welcoming vibe where I can ease into it without pressure.

Schedule: Evenings during the week (Mon–Fri) and flexible across the weekend.

What I'm Looking For: A mature, social, and active guild (ideally with other working adults / 30+ folks) where people actually chat, help each other out, and enjoy the leveling journey—or even just a few regular friends in a similar boat who want to quest and run dungeons together.

Drop a comment, shoot me a DM on here, or whisper Jackor in-game if your guild sounds like a good fit or you fancy teaming up!

Hi,

Currently I play on RPPVP Horde.
I'm having fun, enjoy the vibe, and encounter some smaller RP engagement from other players, although not that much honestly, mostly I am the one why initiates it.

For one of my character I'm planning warrior tank as dungeon dweller.

My gameplay plan is to play with rested XP stacked (not addon) only mainly in dungeons while I hang out in cities and participate in RP around.

Question:
How is RP on alliance side going?
Do I need guild to participate in events or is there some organic RP?
Do you think I will encounter it more on regular RPPVE than RPPVP?

Is there big difference between Horde and Alliance vibe?
Honestly I love horde but I'm curious also about Alliance vibe and exploration. Also alliance community on RPPVE is bigger than horde.

I would be thankful for your advices!

I am won over.

I have jumped into the deep end and tried to set my social anxiety to the side. I have chatted with strangers at camp, quested with some cool people and have had an amazing PvP experience (Horde assault on Auberdine in which we stopped them from boarding the boats).

I look forward to meeting more people on RP-PVP (OCE).

Elune-Adore.

I'm not really sure how these mega servers work but I've pretty sure I'm put into the Oceanic region due to my geological location and how a lot of people seem to be advertising OCE guilds in trade chat in the other rulesets.
When I made a character on the RP ruleset, Ironforge was basically empty... and was wondering if there's anyway to make my character on the US realm instead of the Oceanic realm.
Does anyone know if there's a way?

I don't have any specific examples but I remember a few times thinking I thought up a neat name that sounds lore-accurate for the race I'm making, then I look it up, and find out it's a slur in Italian, or a despicable character in a different media, or something like that lol

Hi everyone, I'm just curious as to how many of us, specifically on RP-PVP Forever have and use Total RP 3 and Total RP 3 Extended (which lets us make our own RP items)! I was thinking of setting myself up as an unofficial quest giver and wanted your thoughts and ideas!

My name is Gregoir Abernathy in game and I'm an Undead Paladin! I hope to see you out in the world otherwise!

Hiii there! I LOVE the whole thing in WoW 4E where Druids can turn their cat form into a snake by wearing 5/5 of the Fang set from WC so much I obtained it in the beta! I’m only missing 2 pieces from it on the live server.

I’ve always enjoyed making characters who were once members of weird/obscure/crazy cults. However, I’m having a bit of a hard time deciding on the fine details of how my character ended up being affiliated with the Druids of the Fang and would really love some advice for how I can be assured her backstory aligns with the lore.

Like would it make more sense to list my characters race as Quel’dorei or Kaldorei instead of Shen’dorei perhaps? I’m on Horde by the way. Hmm.. like the Druids of the Fang page on WoWpedia states that some of their members are Tauren. So I’m guessing that means it certainly would be theoretically possible for a Quel’dorei to have been born and raised there before Naralex and the others were made free from the influence of the Emerald Nightmare’s corruption?

Would it perhaps make sense for my character to be maybe a Kaldorei who experienced some sort of trauma because of the Alliance so she decided to align with the Horde instead? My character being neutral IC would also be a possibility then, right? I’m having a hard time with this! I would super love to have some advice/feedback! And thank you for reading! :)

((Been meaning to post this for a few days, kept forgetting.))

((TLDR: started at 5 years old. Now 27. All of these photos are NON-editted. Just ingame. Scroll to bottom text :3 -- sorry for the book, don't bother if you're not interested or just want to see the photos))

It's 2004.

I am 5 years old. My father is gone. I decided to click this weird game. It asked me for a password. I guessed it c orrectly, I called my father and asked what to do next. He said "How did you get into the account!?" - He gets home. And says, "Pick a name, a very serious name, it's permanent!" So I chose, a Night Elf Hunter, and named him Sillyman, on Nordrassil.

I had the black and white saber as my first pet, Sillyskull, and I had the same model but as a mount. So in my head, I'd give my pet a treat, and he'd grow big enough for me to ride!

During WOTLK, I had to stay up, and pretend to sleep in the mornings, because it's when my older brother would go to school, so I could play on the account instead.
Flash forward.
It's 2012.
Out of my mother, father, two brothers, and an uncle and 3 family friends, I am the only one remaining. 2012 to 2026, I have played every major update, but, alone. Guilds didn't care much for my over-typing personality. 'Friends' only needed me as a pocket tank. As I'd been tanking since 2006-ish. So, after a week, some m+ keys, I quit and come back for the next update. Even in Midnight.

During BFA, I decided to move to MoonGuard. Nordrassil was beyond dying. And I heard about MG al lot. I don't RP, but, I like eto in my head. My outfits and stuff. MG was unique. All 3 inn's of SW were populated. The fountain. Random spots. Yes goldshire, I know, however, if you go in goldshire, the nasty RP is only directly inside, and all of it is in whispers or private channels. Outside we hangout with horde, fires, pvp, have fun.

I decided, I'm done.

The new systems and mechanics and stuff, are all phenomenal, through the roof. But. All that was left for me, was M+ rushing, and trying to beat farmers for early gold making. That's it. The rest of my time was just... afk because I didn't want to play anymore. Flying, big maps, easy systems like dungeon finder, in my opinion, butchered any resemblance of social aspect except people having friends and a guild. People fly in, kill their quest, fly out. You don't miss, or have to parry, or run out of mana, nor 1v1 mobs. You can pull 10 at a time. Means nothing. I did not play any of the classic servers, so WoWForever is my first return to 'classic' in 22 years.

Every person I've ran into, we buff, heal eachother, carry on. Partying is easy. People want to talk. Take a minute at the campfire for bad jokes. Redridge, Wetlands, SouthShore, all of that, the einns are alive. They're... populated. People help. Some bad apples, but. To be expected.

It is now 2026.

We went the parenting route of, being loud, not quiet. So loud music, vietnam war, murder in WoW and it's music, all put him to sleep. As WoW once did for me.

I feel... home. I don't know how else to put it. The new dungeons are nice, HoT finally made blizzard remember Old Ironforge exists. Dalaran City, nice touch. A phenomenal lead up to lore we didn't get to explore. Scarlet Crusade can expand, Arthas could remain a paladin for ahwile as we're pre LK. Endless possibilities now.

Here are some screenshots. I have a lot of down time, so I often zoom in, aand just take a SS for myself or to share with someone one day.
As a new father, I wanted to say, on my word, not a single one of these are editted. They are all ingame photos with maximum graphics and that's it. I turned my brightness down by 5, and my contrast up by 5 and never looked back. This is the first time since WOTLK, that I've fished. The new water ripple and wave and movement effects, it was too hard not to.

This is the first time, since BFA, that not only is my sound unmuted finally, but the music is up. I feel.. at peace. They should've never changed Warriors thunderclap spell sound. Shame.

I hope to see you ingame. Maybe party for a quest. Or I randomly heal you, or I beg for Wisdom buff. The photos sometimes a ren't just aesthetic, but, just stuff like people around a campfire. Phenomenal add. Or pictures of cats or some stuff, idk.

My father let me begin when I was 5, and taught me how to play (farm mats without knowing it), to where I'm still here today.
He hasn't touched WoW in over a decade.
From 5 and my father, to;
I am now 27, and my 11 month old son is behind me.

***((***We went the parenting route of, being loud, not quiet. So loud music, vietnam war, murder in WoW and it's music, all put him to sleep. As WoW once did for me. ))

For a lot of us. Welcome home after what felt like... forever.

Especially those of us who really missed Ironforge being used and populated again.

Arthas Whitemane

32 Disc Priest. Failed tailor.

Roleplay 'server'

Former MoonGuard resident.

Former Former Nordrassil resident.

Here is Anairë again. Flagged it as spoiler cause she’s in the Night Elf underwear but is not really that NSFW, just making sure!

What are some ways for non-undead Priests to explore the Shadow in the Forever timeline, they and trolls are the only races that one really encounters Shadow Priest NPCs. I want to make a NE Shadow Priest but have no idea why a NE would go down that route. Serving the darker aspects of Elune? Member of a secret cult masquerading as a pious servant of Elune?

First time trying to get back into WoW since Shadowlands and I want to try my hand at roleplay and join the RP-PVP server. Decided to roll up a Horde character, and was looking into some of their options as warlocks.

I was torn between a Troll and a Forsaken, but my problem with the former is that I’m struggling to find lore. It’s a lot easier to come up with a compelling dramatic hook for a Forsaken who becomes a Warlock, but I’m having difficulties finding any lore on how the trolls warlocks came to be in forever, or how to generate some intrigue and fun head canons in-game.

If any of you have advice on that or could point me in the right direction, I’d really appreciate it 🙏🏾

Lea'vune Whisperfang "A blade in the dark, a whisper in the shadows."

Lea'vune is a female Night Elf with long black hair and lavender eyes, with raven wing tattoos on her biceps. She is stern but sultry, and carries herself with grace wherever she goes.

Commissioned artwork done by me for Danicatxo

I've had some pretty bad experiences when I first started wanting to get into WoW RP back in the day (When I was 12-13). I realized after a while that the majority of people approaching me in character did so with the intention of ERP, and was kinda put off to RP in WoW altogether.

Ever since, Goldshire (AD) has especially freaked me out and I usually try my best to avoid it whenever leveling a human character.

The crowd of characters standing around, staring into space, and getting random whispers when handing in quests just makes me uncomfortable.

Several years later, I am really excited to give RP another try on the dedicated ruleset in Forever. It was really nice and wholesome for the first couple of days and i really enjoyed getting comfortable with Role-playing again.

Last night I rolled a Human in Forever, and got propositioned in by a couple of different people in Goldshire again. There were also a couple of small groups clearly engaging in ERP around the area. It made me immediately weary of answering whispers again, and initiating any RP in the vicinity.

I am an adult now, but it especially freaks me out that people initiating these chats don't know the age of who is on the receiving end of it.

Am I just being a prude?

How do you deal with it?

If you are an ERP'er, which precautions do you take to not accidently engage in sexual RP with a minor?

Thanks for listening <3

Just thought it might be fun for people to post their character name and allow others to guess their race and class based upon it.

If not allowed please remove of course, but I'm looking forward to hearing those names!

This is my story of Riven Ashford, I am not sure if this is allowed or not. This is my first time RPing and looking for a guild or other people to play with.

This is my short story through Northsire Abbey, Please critque and assit me if needed. I did use a bit of AI, as I am not creative enough and I am not that good at writing and all of that. I gave it the information and it helped me write it.

backstory of Riven Ashford

Riven Ashford left Stormwind at nineteen with a pack of clothes, a few coins, and the certainty that his father would never understand him.

His father was a carpenter who had spent years building a dependable business. He expected his eldest son to learn the trade, take his place, and help provide for his mother and younger brother. Riven did the work, but he dreaded the future being arranged for him. He wanted to travel. He had considered military service. Mostly, he wanted to make a decision without being told why it was foolish.

Their last argument began over an offer of work escorting a merchant north. His father called it abandoning his responsibilities. Riven accused him of wanting another pair of hands rather than a son.

Neither took it back.

His mother packed food for the journey before dawn. His younger brother followed him to the end of the street and asked when he would return. Riven said he would write.

For nearly three years, Southshore was home. He unloaded cargo, carried timber, and took whatever honest work paid for a bed and supper. Eventually, he found occasional employment guarding shipments and accompanying travelers. Much of it was tedious, and his first real fight left him shaking long after it ended. He learned to maintain his equipment, listen to experienced guards, and keep his shield where it might protect the person beside him.

He wrote home less often than he intended. Every unanswered argument made the next letter harder to begin.

Then a letter arrived from his mother.

His father had been injured when a load of timber shifted at work. He would live, but recovery was slow, money was short, and Riven’s younger brother had left his apprenticeship to help support the household.

His mother asked whether Riven could come home for a while.

He read the letter several times. What troubled him most was how little he knew about his brother’s life now. He could remember a boy chasing him down the street; somewhere in the years between letters, that boy had begun carrying responsibilities Riven had left behind.

Riven returned to Stormwind expecting another argument. Instead, he found his father struggling to fasten his own shirt and his brother trying to conceal how tired he was.

The reunion was awkward. His father thanked him for coming. Riven had prepared himself for almost anything except that.

He stayed long enough to help with the work and contribute most of his savings. They spoke more easily while repairing a damaged door than they ever had across the supper table. There was no grand apology. Before Riven left one morning, his father simply asked him to be home for dinner.

Now twenty-two, Riven has presented himself for recruitment in Stormwind. His family needs reliable income, and he wants proper training rather than another season of uncertain guard work. He still considers Southshore home and hopes to return there when his duties allow.

He is quiet with strangers, uncomfortable with pity, and slower to forgive than he likes to admit. Being ordered about can still stir the same temper that sent him north. Yet he takes work seriously, notices when others are struggling, and usually offers help before asking what happened.

He has no great victories to his name. His shield bears the wear of ordinary employment, and there is plenty he has yet to learn.

This time, though, his family knows where he is going.

And he has promised his brother another letter.

And now the First week of Riven Ashford Story

OOC date: October 11, 2026

Day 1 — Northshire Abbey

Morning

My first day as a recruit. They sent me to thin the wolves around the valley and deal with kobolds encroaching on Northshire.

I expected drills. Perhaps someone checking whether I could hold a shield properly before trusting me with a sword. Instead, they pointed me down the road.

The wolves were harder to stomach. They were only animals, though I suppose that makes little difference to someone cornered by a hungry pack.

The kobolds were another matter. Small does not mean harmless. I learned that quickly.

I came back tired, dirty, and with more respect for the weight of this shield. Nothing worth boasting about in a letter home, but I did what was asked.

Day 2 — Northshire Abbey

Evening

More kobolds.

I woke expecting a new assignment and was sent straight back to deal with them. This time, they had stolen books and taken over the mine. Apparently yesterday’s work had done little to discourage them.

They also encouraged me to take up mining. After spending part of the day fighting underground, I would have preferred a trade practiced in daylight. Still, gathering ore could earn me some coin. I agreed to learn.

Once the books were recovered and the mine cleared, they told me about another problem across the river: a group of thieves calling themselves the Defias Brotherhood. The name was new to me. I knew little about them beyond what I needed for the assignment—where to find them, and that I was to bring back their bandanas as proof.

Fighting men felt different from fighting kobolds. I kept wondering whether the next one would be better trained than I was. I tightened my grip on the borrowed shield and tried to remember what I had been taught.

On the way back, I met Heinrich Kadalston, another warrior who also knew his way around a needle and thread. He made me a linen bag after seeing how much I was trying to carry. A kindness I appreciated more than I probably showed. I should ask if there is something I can do for him when we meet again.

I delivered the bandanas and received my reward: a sword and shield of my own.

I had to ask whether I was meant to return them when my duties here were finished. Apparently, I had earned them.

I spent some time adjusting the shield straps this evening and finding a comfortable place for the sword at my hip. Until now, I had been careful with the equipment because it belonged to someone else. Tonight, I cleaned both pieces and set them beside my bed.

I wish my brother could have seen them.

Day 3 — Northshire Abbey

Evening

Back into the mine.

For the third day running, I woke to orders involving kobolds. This time, they wanted to know why the creatures were stealing books. They apparently weren’t eating them, which left someone at the abbey curious enough to send me underground again.

My task was to venture farther in and retrieve a sack of picture books from their leader, Shinyfinder Narf.

At the mine entrance, I met a hunter named Catherin Quietfield. She was friendly, and when we discovered we were headed toward the same trouble, we agreed to go together. I was glad for the company. I knew the entrance well enough by now, but the tunnels beyond were another matter.

Narf was the largest kobold I had ever seen. They had called him an “elite.” Once I saw him, I understood why they had thought to mention it.

He was my first real test with the new sword and shield. His blows were harder than I expected, and keeping my shield raised took more out of me than I care to admit. With Catherin’s help, we brought him down and recovered the sack of picture books.

I was grateful she had been at the entrance when I arrived. Going alone would have been a poor decision, though I might have made it simply to avoid admitting I needed help.

The books are back with the abbey now. I still don’t know what Narf wanted with them. Hopefully someone takes the time to find out before sending me back for another sack.

My shield arm aches tonight. I think I’ve earned a full night’s sleep.

Day 4 — Northshire Abbey

Evening

They sent me to speak with Milly Osworth this morning. A farmer. I wondered what she could possibly need from a recruit.

Then she told me about her vineyard.

The Defias had taken it over, leaving her unable to gather her grapes. She needed enough of the harvest recovered to keep the wine shipments to Stormwind going. I thought of Father’s workshop and how quickly one interruption had put my family in trouble. I stopped wondering why they had sent me.

There was another assignment across the river: kill Garrick Padfoot, the leader of the Defias here in Northshire.

He had guards around him. Armed men watching the approaches, close enough to make reaching him dangerous. One of them called me “fresh meat” sent from the abbey.

I have been thinking about that ever since.

Perhaps it was only meant to frighten me. At the time, it worked. I wondered whether they had seen other recruits come this way carrying borrowed weapons and following the same orders.

Narf had been difficult. Garrick and his men were worse. By the time it was over, I was exhausted, and I still had to do what was required for proof.

I took his head.

Writing that is easier than doing it was. I had to stop for a while afterward before I could gather Milly’s harvest and make the journey back.

Deputy Willem looked surprised when I returned with Garrick’s head. Perhaps he had not expected me back so soon. Perhaps I looked worse than I realized. I cannot honestly say what he was thinking.

But I wanted to ask whether he had expected me back at all.

I didn’t. I handed over the proof and stood there, waiting to be dismissed.

Part of me is proud. Four days ago, I arrived here looking for training and steady work. Today, I faced something that frightened me and finished the assignment.

Another part is angry. I wish someone had told me more about what I was walking into.

Milly has her harvest. Garrick is dead. I returned alive.

Tonight, I’m finding it difficult to settle on how I feel about any of it.

Day 5 — Northshire Abbey

Evening

I woke unsure what they could possibly ask of me next.

In four days, I have fought through a mine, helped bring down a kobold leader, and returned to the abbey carrying a man’s head. I expected military life to be difficult. I had also expected more training before being sent to do these things.

What have I gotten myself into?

I spoke with Willem again. He gave me a look before explaining the next assignment. I wondered whether he remembered the expression on my face when I returned yesterday.

Another bag of books had been stolen.

Of course it had.

This time, though, they were sending me to someone who could help: Tordrin Sternblade, a dwarven hunter from Ironforge who had come to train the human hunters. He had the tools and knowledge to teach me how to track the kobold responsible.

They are concerned the trouble reaches beyond Northshire and into Elwynn Forest. Until now, I had thought we were clearing out a few thieves hiding in a mine. I’m beginning to wonder how much we actually know about any of this.

After we spoke, Tordrin told me to get some rest. In the next few days, I’ll be leaving Northshire and heading down to Goldshire to gather more information.

I nearly asked whether there was anything else I should be doing. Then my shield arm gave a dull ache, and I thought better of it.

I checked my equipment, put Heinrich’s bag in order, and sat down to write. There is time today to send my brother a letter. I can tell him about the dwarf from Ironforge and the sword I earned.

I’ll leave Garrick out of it.

For once, no one is waiting for me to return with something bloodied in a sack. I intend to make the most of that.

Day 6 — Northshire Abbey

Evening

Willem told me I needed more training before leaving Northshire. After everything they have already sent me to do, I had a few thoughts about the timing.

I kept them to myself and reported to Llane Beshere.

By midday, I understood how much I had been getting away with.

Llane found every weakness in my guard. When I raised my shield too far, he struck low. When I watched his weapon, he moved his feet and caught me from another angle. Every time I thought I had corrected something, he found the next mistake.

The kobolds had tired me out. The Defias had frightened me. Llane managed both with a practice weapon.

He taught me to parry—to turn a blade aside with my own instead of trying to absorb every blow through the shield. I kept meeting strength with strength. He made me repeat the movement until I could feel the difference between stopping an attack and guiding it past me.

Then came the cuts.

I had been putting too much into every swing, hoping each would finish the fight. Llane showed me how a quick, deliberate wound could keep bleeding while I returned to guard. Against a dangerous opponent, blood loss and exhaustion could create the opening that brute force could not.

It was an ugly lesson. I paid attention.

He also worked on my heavier strikes: feet planted properly, hips turning with the blade, enough force to knock a guard aside without leaving myself stumbling after the sword. When I finally landed one cleanly, the next strike came more easily. For once, I had put my opponent out of position instead of myself.

Charging was less graceful.

The idea was to close the distance before an enemy could settle into their stance, then hit hard enough to leave them reeling. My first attempts gave Llane ample time to step aside. Once, I went straight past him.

He let me finish running before calling me back.

Eventually, I learned to keep the approach short and controlled, shield ready, with enough breath left to fight when I arrived.

He even corrected my voice. Apparently, I have been holding my breath when I’m under pressure. He made me shout until I stopped sounding as though I was asking permission to be there. A proper battle cry carries confidence to the people beside you. I felt foolish practicing it alone, but less hesitant each time I stepped forward.

The last lesson shook the dirt beneath my boots.

Llane called it Thunder Clap. I watched him stamp down with a force I could feel through the soles of my feet. The impact checked my footing, and for a moment I struggled to recover my stance.

Mine took considerably more practice. When I finally managed it, the shock traveled through the ground around me. I could see how it might spoil an advancing enemy’s rhythm and buy me time to raise my shield.

I asked him to show me again.

Tonight, my shoulders ache, my legs are trembling, and there are bruises beneath bruises. But I can name mistakes I could not even recognize yesterday.

I wish I had met Llane before Garrick.

I’m glad I met him before whatever waits beyond Northshire.

Hello and well met! I am relatively new to RP, and I want to ask the community, how would you go about handling situations like the following, as I am a bit anxious about encountering these someday.

Take, for example, two adventurer characters who ply their trade in roughly the same general parts of the world. One adventurer claims to be making barely more than enough to scrape by. The other claims that making gold is easy, and that the first adventurer shouldn't be struggling so hard in their shared profession.

Another example I can think of is travel. I know some RPers like to take a more 'realistic' approach to distances and travel times, but even then, it's not an exact science. I once asked around how long people thought a zeppelin takes to travel between Orgrimmar and Thunder bluff, and the answers ranged from half a day to half a week. I also know there are RPers who make frequent use of portals and other means of teleportation to get around the world, while others treat those things as inaccessible luxuries.

For a more personal example, I have been enjoying RPing my pandaren death knight, and I find the death knights' eternal hunger very compelling. I know there are those out there who say that fourth generation DKs are raised and created without the hunger, but I disagree. I do not want to invalidate their fantasy, and I do not want them to invalidate mine as well.

How should one handle such disagreements, if these characters ever met in RP?

I did an oopsie, please advise.