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@alaeryaa-blog
Got to halfway through 97 on my druid before the shutdown. I'll be alternating between playing Alae and my PvE Warlock for leveling next.
Also I managed to out level and get past all the laggy content. So y'all bitches need to just get good. *sunglasses*
And here is the finished product as well as the sketch. I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you for being the best, Fluffiluvigus.
I’d say other mushy shit, but you know how we are.
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To all the other Sunvein, your sketches will be coming along. Make sure to get a description to me.
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I’ll just leave this here.
PSA FOR RPERS
At the end of the day, we’re all fucking nerds pretending to be characters we’re not.
The way you pretend to be your character, doesn’t make you any better or worse than anyone else. This isn’t fucking highschool, you gigantic, slavering dweebs. There are no cliques. There are no cool kids and uncool kids.
Just roleplayers, each and every one of us escaping the woes and harshness of reality and taking on the form of something incredibly nerdy.
So don’t fucking act like you’re 15 and that the fact that you RP x and someone else RPs y makes you better.
Godamn nerds.
I RP A BARELY CIVILIZED SERIAL KILLER. WHO THE FUCK AM I TO JUDGE. Nawh we’re all here to have fun. I respect the people who just barge in with a “FUCK YOU THIS IS MY THING, AND I CAN DO THIS WITH CANNON LORE BECAUSE X”. Like shit I mean if your reason for doing anything is “Because fuck your that’s why.” I will back you to the ends of the earth. ILY all. <3
I wonder how Ambassador Kelemar will feel, when all those Horde Emissaries around him will have updated models, and he’ll still have an old model.
I wonder how he feels about leading literally the same tour every hour for the past, like, 8 years of his life.
AND THIS IS WHY YOU NEED TO COME THROUGH LFR WITH DRUNK ME.
Ft. Rogue tanks, an embarrassing confession, and my shitty rolls AGAIN.
Alaerya watched the retreating Wretch's back; imagining just how many of her throwing knives she could fit between his shoulder blades between now and the time he would go down. It would be a sweet thing to see him crawling on the ground, watching his life blood flow and mix in the dirt, to hear his gasping, gurgling, wet breathes as he took in his last few seconds of life.
But alas. She could not. Her knives had been confiscated, and she was under strict orders not to personally harm any of the Wretches herself. Val'thalore's tone still echoed in her mind.
'And I will speak to him tomorrow. You know what I expect from you. If I get a bad report. I will break you. Not your meaningless soul, but your fucking body.'
She rolled her eyes and folded her arms, leaning against the tree she had used as a starting point for their training. It had taken all of her will to not mark some snippy reply, but she knew something like that would have only resulted in more confiscation of her equipment.
Even now without her daggers she felt naked and exposed. Her eyes flashed, furious at the thought of the whole thing. She had been punished for their arrogance, these worthless wretches had overstepped boundaries and gotten a damned pat on the head for it?! She would have made them slowly bleed into humility and beg for her forgiveness, but no. The Blood Father had actually forced her to remove every single one of her favourite weapons from her arsenal.
If she had not been so furious, the five or six minutes the whole affair had taken, and the giant pile of knives that had stood nearby, would have been almost a comical scene. To her at least, to others that amount of steel that she had been able to hide on her body would have been intimidating.
With one last huff, Alae watched as Forgetful disappeared off to his tithe gathering. There was a part of her mind that was almost proud of him, he had done well in the training she had thrown at him. He learnt quickly, his eyes were keen, and his footfalls light. He had also apparently passed the history test well. In truth, had the Sin'dorei not been blinded by pride, she would have wanted the complete opposite of killing him, she would have wanted to see him succeed.
Yet her pride was toxic to her mindset, her own faults she now blamed on others, and her cocky attitude that kept getting her injured or into trouble was hindering her and Sunvein overall.
If only she could have seen that.
Things to come.
"And you say you’re my boy? - I knew I should have tossed you with the runts. Look at you, weak, clueless… I can smell the fear drenching your body like it was your natural scent."
Bal’thalore stood, fully adorned in a grand set of plate armor that was fit for his body alone. The gold and silver armor that lined his body mimicked and hugged his toned form as if were more leather than metal. Just rising over his shoulder the Blood Father could make out the familiar leather straps that surrounded the hilt of the Sunvein Family Sword. On the hip of Bal’thalore there was a leather sheath that wielded the additional steel of a combat knife; perfect for a last resort weapon if the seasoned Crusader needed such means.
Val’thalore did not look away, his hardened gaze did not even falter, but instead the fel-tainted aura around his orbs flared violently as he narrowed his eyes. At the Blood Father’s hips the calm hands tightened and came to form white-knuckle fist; even his jaw clenched, every muscle seemed to strain in the idea of withholding the boiling tension.
"Well? Speak you pathetic piss-stain, why are you here on -my- lands with your demon-sucking pack of rodents?"
———
And just like that War had begun, the Blood Father was just a few inches away by the time that Bal’thalore had closed his mouth. At that instant closing of distance the Blood Father withdrew the ceremonial dagger of Sunvein from the lynx-skin sheath on his hip, quickly finding a new home for the ancient blade between the ribs of Bal’thalore, twisting the curved blade and allowing for his Father’s blood to flow over his clenched fingers.
Well now we all now Val is a "Diplomacy first, stab when that doesn't work." type.
I always enjoy a nice conversation about the Second Blood Lord, Bal’thalore - Leader of the Sunvein during the Third Era, the age of the Bleeding Phoenix.
It also helps having a Wretch as interested in the lore as I am. :D
And Zen even passed his Lore test, thanks to his epic notes.
BAL’THALORE IS AWESOME. Just sayin’.
Bal’thalore for Blood Lord.
Get your whips out.
If you do not have a whip, borrow one from Alae.
"We didn't start the fire."
"…Right." He gazed at the tremendous fire in wondrous terror. Tuathal continued to stare at the area where generations of Sunveins sat around the hearth and told stories of the wonders they’ve seen, hilarious tales of mischief, and so much more history that surrounded these revered grounds…All of it would be destroyed after Tuathal’s new plan to achieve a better desk from Val’thalore’s study…"The desktruction…Its…" His voice trailed off and took a sidelong glance at Alae. "Lets get the fel out of here!" He shouted, running like a bat out of hell - He wanted to be anywhere but here when Val’thalore returned to his hallowed halls to find them utterly demolished.
((HEADCANON….OF COURSE…. XD))
((OH MY GOD WE;RE BACK TO THE DESKTRUCTION))
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I will never censor my muse.
—Just because a character says or believes in something does not mean that the person behind the scenes believes the same. (via guilty-beautiful-lover)
Whew! Speed portrait go. (1 hour, 20 minutes! OW, MY HANDS.)
ORKUS. I know who you are. I have heard some things. x} Not many! But some.
You also appeared right at 777 followers, so. Here’s a gift for Orkus.
"DIS…DIS SO BADASS YEA DAT ME, ORKUS SON OF ORKUS HERO OF THE HORDE! SINGLE AND READY TO MINGLE, ME ALSO WANT TO THANK MY LOVELY FRIEND MAGIC COLOR WAND WOMAN! "
((Oh you, how you have gave me the biggest grin is AMAZING! I WANT TO THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART ALL YHE WAY TO THE TOP! By far the greatest thing that has happened to me. I promise to bring many smiles and laugher with my jokes, and I’ll make sure you DIE…Of laughter! Thanks again so much…With love——Orkus.))
Hello me name is Alaerya "Stab First, Get Yelled at by the Blood Father Later" Sunvein.
Meet Me
The Rogue sniffed the air about the Huntress. Once, twice, "I smell...." a final time. "I smell booze. I smell hard work. I smell someone else on you." she smirked. "I smell the sky." Alae looked her over, the chocolate cascades of waves, the smart ass gleam in the eyes. the good looking, but thick and practical leather armor. "You seem fun."
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason. For Naxarien, obviously lol.
Alaerya Sunvein was above many things, cursing someone's name however, was not on that list.
A cry of sheer fury echoed out around them before the Sin'dorei found her voice. "UNKNOWN WRETCH. WHAT WAS THE ONE FEL DAMNED THING I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO."
Alae strode forward, fury buried deep in her green eyes. His failure was hers, and she would feel the sting of the Blood Father's words for her inability to enlighten a Wretch. Although, she was very bad at teaching and probably shouldn't have been in the first place. Murderous, blood thiirsty thing she was and all.
