Hello there, and welcome to the Project Lore thread!
This thread will give you a quick description into Project Lore (Also known as Evolved Lore, or Project Evolved Lore.)
We (the GamingEvolved.org administrators) have been planning this for a long time, and we feel we are ready to open up our doors!
Are you a writer, with a passion for creating entirely fresh lore for the World of Warcraft? Well, now you can!
Project Lore provides database projects, like DBEvolved, and private servers, with the content / ideas they need for custom content. We design, draft, and write high-quality content for them to use, for absolutely free and no strings attached!
We can't do this as a 2-man team, however.
We are looking for more people to join the Project Lore team!
Not only do we simply do writings for projects/servers, we also work on various stories. You could even get your story hosted here on MMOwned.com, as part of a comprehensive Emulation article! (The story would be an interlude to the article.)
However, we don't want just random people applying - we would highly prefer it if you have semi-decent grammar, know how to use proper punctuation, and are naturally born users of the English language. As well, any experience with emulators is considered a bonus as well.
If you want to apply, simply post here inside this thread, including your age, your name, your msn, and a small example (around 50 words or so) of a new piece of lore/writing you've created, related to the World of Warcraft.
Decent applicants will then be referred over to the proper Project Lore website, where they will undergo another small application process to become part of the team.
Also, give credit to Mirage, who was not available to post this thread. Project Lore is his original idea.
Cheers, Hellgawd
MMOwned News Correspondent, GamingEvolved Owner, Emulation Expert
A small story...
The winds shaved across his face like razorblades... Northrend was not relenting, and it was worse here in Icecrown Glacier.
The young dwarf hurried on as fast as he could, hood pulled snugly over his face to prevent the glacial winds from taking a stab at his eyes. A bellowing roar echoed in the distance, shaking the dwarf to the core - the sound of the Lich King's dragon, Sapphiron, was blunt against the ears, and made mortal souls quiver in dread. The roars had been getting louder as the dwarf went, but that was to be expected considering he was heading in a direct line towards the throne of the almighty lich king.
The dwarf went for hours like this, stopping only in a small cave to pour some water on his parched, chapped lips and to eat the remnants of his Elven loaf of Rye. He would not last much longer on these supplies, as the water he had was virtually undrinkable, for it was the accursed water of Icecrown - however, it helped ease the pain of dehydration by splashing it amongst his mouth. He had mere miles to go until he reached his goal, and he knew he could make it... unless something came between him and the end of his journey.
After long enough, the base of the citadel was before him. He looked up in awe; the skies of Northrend seems to be pouring out of the citadel itself, like it was the end of the land itself. His tender, stubby fingers were already blackended with the essence of Frostbite - his body, aching for being days without proper nutrition or water. But he did not care, not anymore. His journey was complete. His eyes slowly, very very slowly, closed... he flopped over, against the freezing black stone of Arthas' citadel, and watched as the bitter winds twirled around him, like they were hungry for his flesh...