BROTHERS OF CALAMITY

IC and OOC blog for The Reaver, Seizo Tellian and "7", Faendris Tellian. [For asks use S/F to indicate who its towards. NSFW]

[izeraxaxas]

Guardian of Darkshore

The sky of the Twisting Nether was dark and malicious the realms magics creating thousands of storms upon the ever-extending horizon. Upon the rise of Black Temple stood The Reaver peering out to the great beyond; behind him stood his Illidari standing at attention their bodies tense and runic symbols glowing against the darkness. Out from the shadows stepped a few Ashtongue, lead by Akama; the elder draenei only nodded solemnly before walking back down the rise as he had already shared his piece about joining into another war.

“Brothers and sisters…broken and redeemed.”  The Deviant turned on his heel to face the collection of fighters before him, that familiar jingle of deathly bells could be heard with his motion. His emerald runes burned against his pale-lavender skin with such intensity small flames could be seen rising from the markings the same color as those flaming slitted hues. 

“We have risked our very souls and sanity to protect our kin. Taking the risk that others wouldn’t even fathom, being called heretics…mad…a menace to our society.” His voice was deep and held the hatred he had for those who had forsaken those before him, to his people it resonated off their ears like beating war drums. His passion fueling their spirits as their eyes were locked on his focused burning aura. “We did what was needed to protect our people from corruption and enslavement. Illidan is gone.” A moment of silence passed in respect to their previous Shan’do though their new one spoke on. “He sacrificed -everything- for Azeroth and our kin, never once halting his hunt.” 

The Deviant turned around conjuring black and seaweed colored flames about his hand, slicing downwards through the air leaving a small trail of flames before it would begin to burn a hole in their reality. Splitting open to reveal the lands of Darkshore; the view coming from down the mountains of felwood. The rift would bring forth the smells and sounds of war, making those gathered eager to act. “Regardless of how we have been treated, our home and kin are in dire need of our help, the Horde is stuck in a stalemate against our brothers and sisters. Malfurion has sent word for a call to arms, putting aside his disdain for our choices…We will not stand-by and let the Horde slaughter our kin without feeling our fury! And we -will- not let this world fall into ruin over another war.” Seizo would run his hands over his shoulders, two circular sigils would expunge an emerald wisp that’d form into his hands the glaives of a true hunter; fashioned from the fangs and bone of his successful hunts, skulls of man’ari over the center grips. The kaldorei brandished his glaives as his maw-like mask would form upon his face hiding his features behind an inquisitors mouth gaping with fel burning within, blindfolded to hide away the mystic’s eyes.

“We do not fight for the Alliance but we will fight for our people!” The illidari let out a war-cry as they’d brandish their own respective blades and glaives, the ashtongue rising their weapons in response to the words of the reaver. Stepping forward from behind them came a large draenei woman; donning pale glowing plate armors with her lightforged marking glowing faintly. She’d tote a massive Warhammer on her shoulder then nod respectively at her master.

“To war!” Exclaimed the juggernaut Luminarai raising her hammer high and locking her helm in place. The others would echo her war-cry and start charging forward through the rift with weapons raised and blood boiling. The illidari falling away into the shadows or spreading their wings to descend upon Horde force, while the draenei went north to set up a foothold of their own within the mountains.

“Endu'di Rifa! Andu-falah-dor!“ Seizo shouted before crashing into the side of a demolisher and releasing a fel-barrage from his mask’s maw; blowing up the demolisher in a fury then letting out a bestial shriek about the area. Illidari falling upon nearby Horde, mutilating and dismembering those unaware of the sudden strike force.

[kenaabik]

ANUBIS NO

So I see this

and all I can think is 

this

[roachpatrol]

[roachpatrol]

oh my god this got so many notes

[knightsolaireofthesun]

Eat shit, Ra

[dusketernal-blog]

When simple goes to shet..

Teldrassil is gone…

Just thinking about it leaves me with conflicted emotion.  It’s the second time I have witnessed a  great tree fall and I find myself unsure of how to feel.  Part of me was grinning at the fact that there was a vindication. I who was banished because my belief in true balance was too much for them to bare. That I refused to hide away from the world in the protect boughs of its embrace. Yet standing in Darkshore with a ghost of my past at my side, I could not find that grin, only despair and rage. So much so I feared that I would cause more harm just being there. Could he not feel them? The souls of unrest and turmoil? Had he forgotten how such souls could be used? Yet even in his warning that he would kill me should I show any sign of threat, I found hope in him, because of all beings,  Iszera Xaxas could actually kill me. A gift that I wished him to promise, should I fail.. Again. Yet as I rose to watch burning embers I could not help but feel the stir of my vengeance and rage. Where was -she-? Where was the lying and manipulative wench that is Tyrande? She who tainted the very heart of Elune. This was her fault. This is all -her- fault.

Still, Syf’Aer has told me that my presence is an ill omen, and every time I arrive I bring with it great chaos and pain. A coincidence that he and his Darkrunner Clan would no longer ignore. Perhaps it is true,  after all, I am the Reapers counterpart. Then again perhaps my presence should be a harold as hope? Mayhaps not.  I never was the one for hope.

My intentions for returning were rather simple. Come back to Stormwind, locate what I needed and leave again. Find the relics of the void and the Aqir, a necromancer to open the tome, and a few able bodies to remove any obstacles that got in the way.  Simple, one would think, but as it turns out the Kirin Tor have all but eradicated the practice of the dark arts and yet again painted those of malcontent with malice and mistrust causing them to go into hiding. So much is the reward for those who fight Darkness with Darkness. Fear seems to drive people now. A constant coloring of their perceptions and actions. I suppose I understand it and thus understand why their memory of me is as such.

Rumours of my intentions circulated quickly my name covered in a darkness and veil of misguided manipulations by those who are afraid. That I somehow was a threat to the world second only to Sylvanas, and even more laughable that  I was actually compared to Azhara. That I would summon the void itself bringing an end to all things. So much so that I was arrested. Further complicating what was meant to be simple.

My freedom came at a cost. A deal that I thought I had the upper hand in, but I was unaware of much of that man is no longer Kaldorei. Even still, my dear Marshal has surprised me. He understands what binds me, what I am up against and is willing to help me. Of course to ensure his continued interest I need to come up with a plan for The Forsaken. A daunting task that is going to take more than just my abilities and knowledge. For even I am not so self-involved that I can admit  I don’t know enough.

 However, I can’t shake the feeling that the Marshal knew much more about me before he arrested me. This task not only will serve the balance but it will allow me to understand more about obtaining my freedom. It begs the question of who he was before he became an Illidari? However, it also is rather like having a leash. He wants or rather demands to understand what I was up to, what I am doing and what I have planned. it’s very difficult to explain to someone how I think, how I act, and how I work.  There is mythology behind what I’m doing. Calculations and test of one’s will, ability and strength. Both of mind, body and soul. For that which I hunt will find any weakness, any chip in the armor, and any fragment of doubt in your will and use it against you.

I understand too well the people think that I’m arrogant, that I look down upon them and think they lowly ants. For some, that is true, but at the heart of it I am afraid. Fear drives us all it seems. Knowledge is a great burden and not so easily shared. For what I know not only would potentially cause them to take my life,  but make the bravest of hearts break, the strongest mind goes insane, and those of free will to lose it. And so The Marshal of the Alliance has decided that my ability and knowledge should be used to eradicate The Forsaken. I don’t disagree. What has transpired has shifted the balance in such a gross way that I fear it will never be fixed. Such a loss of Innocence has made my control even more fragile and I fear that I will lash out at any moment.

That reminds me Syf’Aer still has my necklace…

[izeraxaxas]

[unhingedfaggot]

The signs as tenebrous celestial abominations

Aries: That which has a million horns, inside which are trapped the eternally screeching fires of its victims ambitions, easily angered. Run. Don’t you dare stop running.

Taurus: The immovable oddity. Unyielding in the face of all reality, from which spawns hordes of insidious brood. Gaze upon it and know your insignificance

Gemini: That thing which is always there, under your bed, in the dark places, where you dare not gaze, should not gaze. Do not gaze. You are never alone.

Cancer: Machinations of unknowable and quantifiable complexity. None can comprehend the grand design, none should try. Minds are putty to be molded into soldiers.

Leo: Know It and know a new purpose, servitude and worship. Adorned in the attention of its legions, nothing matters bar It. It’s visage takes root in any medium, a stygian plague upon reality.

Virgo: The devil in every detail, in every flaw, all of them. Dare not know this evil for its gaze atrophies even the grandest achievement, dissolves the grandest monuments.

Libra: Found in the darkest holds beyond the stars this thing gazes into all interaction and bares grudges for all of it, it sees you. Dare not return it’s gaze lest the weight of the stars bear upon you.

Scorpio: Prone to violent altercations with the fundamental laws of reality. Hopefully you’re not nearby, Pray you aren’t. Suffering takes upon new meaning in the absence of linear time.

Sagittarius: The Truth all are hiding from, it knows. It screeches every grave-destined secret as a cacophonous wail against the pristine sanctity of our ignorance. Do not hear it.

Capricorn: Made of eyes, everywhere, always, gazing. Watching. Glaring. Hating. It sees all that should never be. It guides all that should never be. It will be.

Aquarius: The storm in which every horror hides and peers. You cannot weather it, nothing care, it is the inevitability of the end. Many presume to know it, they do not.

Pisces: The Other Place. The nothingness in which resides the virulent pox of everything else. All that shouldn’t be and isn’t. Do not open the Door. Pray it is not broken.

[izeraxaxas]

(Virgo gang)

[danscratch]

Big Ol’ Honkin’ OC Question List-- Long Post Ahead!

  Alright, here we go– I put together a list of questions about OCs that you can reblog and have people send in asks for you! I set it up so you can be like, “A3″, “D2″, et cetera… Keep checking in here to the original post in case I add some more to the list! In the meantime, I hope y’all have some fun with this and maybe use it to learn a little bit more about your OCs or get to share things about them!! A. Psychology

What of the Meyers-Briggs personality types they most fit into? INFP, ENFT, et cetera…

What alignment are they? Chaotic neutral, lawful evil, et cetera…

Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it? 

Are they a pessimist or an optimist? 

Are they good at handling change in their life?

Does your OC tend to assume their interpretation of events and reality is correct, or do they question it? I.e., “I’m sure that’s what you said” versus “It’s possible I misheard you.”

Is your OC confident in their reactions to life in general, or do they get embarrassed or easily shamed for it? I.e., if something startles them, do they insist it WAS scary? When they cry, do they feel like they overreacted?

Is your OC a martyr?

Does your OC make a lot of excuses? For themselves? Others? 

Does your OC compromise easily? Too easily?

Does your OC put others’ needs before their own?

Does your OC have any addictions? If so and problematic, have they admitted it to themselves? 

Does your OC have any phobias? If so, where did they come from?

Is your character empathetic?

Is your character observant?

Does your OC have to go through their own trials to learn a lesson, or do they listen and learn from observation and lecture? I.e., does your OC listen when someone tries to tell them the importance of budgeting, or do they have to go experience what happens if you don’t budget first?

What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves?

Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?

What instantly irritates them or puts them in a bad mood?

Are they harsh on themselves?

Do they make excuses often?

Is your OC intended to be found generally attractive? Unattractive? Average? Is there a reason why?

Does your OC place much importance on their appearance? Do they feel confident in it?

What are some of your OC’s biggest personal obstacles? This could be emotional, physical, social… Are they aware of it? Are they trying to overcome it?

B. Social

Do they believe you have to give respect to get it, or get respect to give it?

Do they get frustrated when lines at places like pharmacies, check-outs, delis, banks, et cetera, are moving slowly?

Under what situations would they get angry at servers, staff, customer service, et cetera?

Do they tip well? How easily can they be moved to not leave a tip?

Do they hold doors open for people?

Would your OC let someone ahead of them in line if your OC had a big cart and the person behind them had very few items?

How do they respond to babies crying in public?

Is your OC considered funny? Do they believe they’re funny?

What kind of humor does your OC like the most? Slapstick, ironic, funny sounds, scare pranks, xD sO rAnDoM…

Does your OC find any “bad” or “mean” humor funny? Do they wish they didn’t?

Your OC is running late to meeting someone: Do they let the other person know? Do they lie about why they’re late?

Your OC orders something to eat and gets their order done in a pretty wrong way, something they can’t just pick off or whatnot to correct, or something major is missing. What do they do?

Do they have a large or small group of friends?

Do they have people they are genuinely honest with about themselves?

Does your OC enjoy social events, such as parties, clubs, et cetera..?

Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?

C. Morality

Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

Would your OC feel bad if they acted against their morals? If not, would they find a way to excuse themselves for it?

Is it important for them to be with people (socially, intimately, whatever) whose major ideological tenets align with their own?

Do they consider themselves superior or more important than anyone else? Lesser?

Do your OC’s morals and rules of common decency go out the window when it comes to those they don’t like, or when it’s inconvenient? Aka, are their morals situational?

What do they do when they see someone asking for money or food? If they ignore them, why? If they help, how so?

Do they believe people change over time? If so, is it a natural process or does it take effort? 

Is your OC more practical or ideal morally? I.e., do they hold people to high expectations of behavior even if it’s not realistic for the situation, or do they have a more realistic approach and adapt their morality to be more practical?

D. Religion and Life and Death

How religious is your OC? What do they practice, if anything? If they don’t associate with any religion, what do they think of religion in general?

Do they believe in an afterlife?

How comfortable are they with the idea of death?

Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not? If they are immortal, would they rather not be?

Do they believe in ghosts? If not, why? If so, do they think they’re magical/tie into their religion, or are they scientifically plausible?

E. Education and Intelligence

Would you say that your OC is intelligent? In what ways? Would your OC agree?

Which of the nine types of intelligence is your OC strongest in? Weakest? (Linguistic, existential, naturalist, et cetera)

How many languages do they speak?

Did they enjoy school if they went to it?

What’s their highest education level? Do they want to continue their education?

Do they enjoy learning? Do they actively seek out sources of self-education?

Are they a good note-taker? Are they a good test-taker? Do exams make them nervous?

What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?

F. Domestic Habits, Work, and Hobbies

What sort of home do they live in now, if at all? How did they end up there?

What’s their ideal home look like? Where is it?

Could they ever live in a “tiny home”?

How clean are they overall with home upkeep?

How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?

How much do they work? What do they do? Do they enjoy it?

What’s their “dream career” or job situation?

How often are they home?

Are they homebodies and enjoy being home?

Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?

What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation? How did they get into it? What part of it do they like the most?

Would they enjoy a theme park?

G. Family and Growing Up

Is your OC close to their family?

Who makes up your OC’s family, at least the more important members to them?

Does your OC find their family supportive? If not, what would be an example why not?

What kind of childhood did your OC have?

Did they go through any typical phases growing up?

Do they have any favorite childhood memories?

Do they have any childhood memories they’d rather forget or be less affected by?

H. Romance and Intimacy

What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?

Is your OC a thoughtful partner, in whatever aspect of that you want to cover?

Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right?

Does your OC believe in love in first sight?

Does your OC believe in marriage (or their culture’s equivalent)?

Has your OC ever cheated on anyone or been cheated on?

What do they look for in partners? (Emotionally, mentally, physically..)

What’s your OC’s idea of a perfect date?

What are some things that your OC finds to be an instant turn-off in potential partners?

I. Food

What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?

Do they have any eating requirements or preferences? Allergies, vegetarian, organic-only, religious restrictions…

Are they vegan/vegetarian (if their overall culture/species generally aren’t)? If so, why? Do they think animal products are wrong in all circumstances?

How often do they cook? Do they order out a lot?

Are they a good cook?

Could they eat the same thing they enjoy over and over and not get bored of it quickly?

J. Politics, Current Events, Environmental Aspects

Where does your OC stand most politically? What would they align with most?

How politically aware are they?

How politically active are they?

Is your OC the sort to fall for fake news? If not, do they ignore it or make a point to clarify that it’s wrong?

Are they or would they protest for a cause they’re passionate about?

How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?

How much interest in environmental health do they have?

In reality-based or applicable worlds, do they believe in global warming? Do they recycle?

K. For OCs in Reality-Based Worlds Who Are Unusual in Paranormal Ways (such as magical abilities, being another species, having a curse like lycanthropy, sci-fi abilities, being from another time, et cetera)– Also for OCs where the scenario is similar even if their universe isn’t based on reality

Does your OC have to keep their paranormal aspect (PA) a secret from general society? If so, how? I.e., they can’t discuss their abilities, they have to hide a tail, they have an alter-ego, et cetera. What would happen if society found out about it?

Are there others in their universe with the same or a similar PA as your OC? I.e., others from different dimensions, others of their same species. Do they know about it?

Does your OC have any friends who know about their PA? Any enemies?

Does your OC ever use their PA to get an advantage? I.e., use their ability to be invisible to steal or get out of things, compete in track while their species is a naturally superior runner, use their invulnerability in careers like police work… If so, do they have any hang-ups about it?

Does your OC feel isolated or unrelatable due to the experience their PA brings with it? If so, how do they deal with it?

Does their PA cause issues in daily life? I.e., if they’re inhuman in a human universe and they can’t go to a doctor or risk the doctor realizing they are not human, super abilities with physical drawbacks, they don’t have control of their abilities and must keep to themselves, et cetera… If so, how do they feel about it?

Does your OC’s PA affect their dietary habits so that they are unusual or problematic by their society’s standards?

What are some routines, if any, of self-care that your OC must engage in that are not typical of their society? I.e., having to file their teeth, maintaining magical rituals, drinking blood…

Does your OC have knowledge that they can’t share with the rest of their world that could improve it if it didn’t cause chaos? I.e., a character from the future knowing about technology not yet invented, but they can’t reveal themselves by sharing it?

Would your OC give up their PA if they could? Why or why not?

L. For the Writer/Owner

How have your characters changed since you created them?

What do you consider the biggest themes in your character, if any?

Did you create the character to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?

Would you hang out with your OC if you could?

Which OC do you think is the most decent morally or behaviorally?  AKA, which is supposed to a “good guy”?

Which OC do you think is the worst morally or behaviorally? AKA, which is supposed to be a “bad guy”?

Which OC do you think is the most attractive?

What’s the longest you’ve had an OC for?

How did you come up with your OC?

[hmratking]

For any of the Rat Kingdom, @thehumbleknight 

[someone-toucha-my-baguette-blog]

please reblog this if your blog is safe for both horde and alliance

a good friend of mine who mainly plays alliance levelled a character with me recently so she could come play with me through the Horde campaigns, and when she mentioned it to her guild, she was completely attacked, berated and harassed in and out of game

i want people to reblog this so that others know you are a place safe for someone who plays both! all this macho bullshit leaking outside of the game is ridiculous. just because Blizzard have directed the lore down the old reds vs blues path again, doesn’t mean anyone should feel unsafe or unwelcome outside of the game

my blog is safe for horde and alliance! all are welcome here 🖤

[storykeeper-wra]

Come here all my red and blue friends. I adore you all. I love your RP regardless of who or what you play.

[izeraxaxas]

(The Patman will protect all with his pats of justice.)

[syliune]

Homecoming - Part One

(With the War of the Thorns striking close to the heart, it seems like a good time to catch up with Syl.  Full text under the cut for humane dashboarding.)

    The spirits of the land cried out in pain and fear, and Syliune could only watch what happened.

    She’d come as close as she dared to Astranaar.  Close enough that the tears in her eyes reflected the light of the licking fires, and the combined glimmer of innumerable wisps.  Unleashed spirits which were all the life that remained of Astranaar’s Sentinels, citizens, and the Darnassian city guard who had come to help them. 

    Their horror rippled, a tangible force in the forest.

    The druidess crouched among the forest undergrowth, unable to move.  Her urge to run away into the woods was at war with another; the desire to hurry into Astranaar’s burning wreckage, seeking any of the kaldorei that might remain.  

Keep reading

[onceiwashere]

remember that defunct(?) druid quest where you had to get an entire book Illidan wrote and published about how druidism is bullshit just to spite Malfurion 

[pleasehelpmefindmydad]

wow….. linguistic icon….. ugh his mind

[pettyelves]

Leaving Behaviors

She had prepared herself for Recke to leave. Prepared for Seizo. For Diverge. For Delenor. The war in Darkshore was set to take every one of them. For the first time, she wanted to fight. Sylvanas was driving the Horde into the ground–patriotism, nationalism, zealous. She was a fierce and lovely leader and so she was dangerous, doubly so. Eilithe could not agree but she couldn’t take a side. 

“You’ll have to choose eventually,” Delenor said when she’d sat down and put her face in her hand. 

Earlier that day, she had left an intoxicated Diverge behind in the Tea House. All the way to the kabob stand- she’d gone with Alendris. Stumbling through town, she’d drank half a bottle of tequila to drown out the whole mess of war and to quiet all of what Diverge had said in a drunken stupor. It was so typical to hear such confessions when it was far too late.

When they came back, she was laughing– teasing Alendris on how he was outsmarted by teenagers in their youth. For those moments, she was genuinely glowing. Before her eyes landed on Diverge. 

The tray of kabobs hit the ground and exploded. He was in her chair- slumped back and still, eyes open. It was obvious that the needle sticking out of his neck had caused this. Adrenaline dumped into her-sobering her quickly. “Search the area!” she barked at Alendris, “Find… Find the saber that was with him! Anything.” 

Dragging him down to the ground Eilithe checked his pulse– checked for anything, the soul in his body. Paralytic poison. Memories flashed, Naerul. All it had taken was pin prick and she’d been frozen for an evening. No, this was stronger. Naerul’s had not stopped her heart. 

“It’s going to be okay, Alustar,” she muttered when it was them alone in the room. It was quiet then while she turned him on his side and prepared to make an antidote. No, she didn’t have time. 

“I didn’t find anything,” Alendris said, busting back through the door. 

“Stay with him,” she said. “Stay with him and lock the door behind him.” If they came back to finish the job… Eilithe took off towards the Pig.

Lucky was a lady seldom on Eilithe’s side, in fact it was usually the opposite. Today was a rarity, Bengal had been the first person that saw her in a panic and how kind- she’d been with a toxicologist.  

“It’s going to be okay,” she said, cradling Diverge’s head in her lap, before she pried his mouth open and dumped the potion into his mouth. A gentle massage of his throat was all it took before he was turned on his side, vomiting. It was a good sign. He wasn’t going to leave this way. 

 The note left on her desk was balled up in her hand, a hastily written would-be last words from a man who thought he was going to die. Doomed to wait until we meet in the next life. Eilithe shook the words out of her head. 

“I have never taken sides in a war like this..but this time you’re all leaving and I find myself wanting to fight by your sides,” Eilithe said, quietly to Delenor.

“You’ll to choose eventually.”

She stared down at the note before she stuffed it into her pocket. 

I know.

@highborne-warhound @quagdoesn’thaveatumblr 

[izeraxaxas]

Guardian of Darkshore

The sky of the Twisting Nether was dark and malicious the realms magics creating thousands of storms upon the ever-extending horizon. Upon the rise of Black Temple stood The Reaver peering out to the great beyond; behind him stood his Illidari standing at attention their bodies tense and runic symbols glowing against the darkness. Out from the shadows stepped a few Ashtongue, lead by Akama; the elder draenei only nodded solemnly before walking back down the rise as he had already shared his piece about joining into another war.

“Brothers and sisters...broken and redeemed.”  The Deviant turned on his heel to face the collection of fighters before him, that familiar jingle of deathly bells could be heard with his motion. His emerald runes burned against his pale-lavender skin with such intensity small flames could be seen rising from the markings the same color as those flaming slitted hues. 

“We have risked our very souls and sanity to protect our kin. Taking the risk that others wouldn’t even fathom, being called heretics...mad...a menace to our society.” His voice was deep and held the hatred he had for those who had forsaken those before him, to his people it resonated off their ears like beating war drums. His passion fueling their spirits as their eyes were locked on his focused burning aura. “We did what was needed to protect our people from corruption and enslavement. Illidan is gone.” A moment of silence passed in respect to their previous Shan’do though their new one spoke on. “He sacrificed -everything- for Azeroth and our kin, never once halting his hunt.” 

The Deviant turned around conjuring black and seaweed colored flames about his hand, slicing downwards through the air leaving a small trail of flames before it would begin to burn a hole in their reality. Splitting open to reveal the lands of Darkshore; the view coming from down the mountains of felwood. The rift would bring forth the smells and sounds of war, making those gathered eager to act. “Regardless of how we have been treated, our home and kin are in dire need of our help, the Horde is stuck in a stalemate against our brothers and sisters. Malfurion has sent word for a call to arms, putting aside his disdain for our choices...We will not stand-by and let the Horde slaughter our kin without feeling our fury! And we -will- not let this world fall into ruin over another war.” Seizo would run his hands over his shoulders, two circular sigils would expunge an emerald wisp that’d form into his hands the glaives of a true hunter; fashioned from the fangs and bone of his successful hunts, skulls of man’ari over the center grips. The kaldorei brandished his glaives as his maw-like mask would form upon his face hiding his features behind an inquisitors mouth gaping with fel burning within, blindfolded to hide away the mystic’s eyes.

“We do not fight for the Alliance but we will fight for our people!” The illidari let out a war-cry as they’d brandish their own respective blades and glaives, the ashtongue rising their weapons in response to the words of the reaver. Stepping forward from behind them came a large draenei woman; donning pale glowing plate armors with her lightforged marking glowing faintly. She’d tote a massive Warhammer on her shoulder then nod respectively at her master.

“To war!” Exclaimed the juggernaut Luminarai raising her hammer high and locking her helm in place. The others would echo her war-cry and start charging forward through the rift with weapons raised and blood boiling. The illidari falling away into the shadows or spreading their wings to descend upon Horde force, while the draenei went north to set up a foothold of their own within the mountains.

“Endu'di Rifa! Andu-falah-dor!“ Seizo shouted before crashing into the side of a demolisher and releasing a fel-barrage from his mask’s maw; blowing up the demolisher in a fury then letting out a bestial shriek about the area. Illidari falling upon nearby Horde, mutilating and dismembering those unaware of the sudden strike force.

[closedforgoodbyelol]

[gaylor-moon]

[a-drift-at-sea]

A little louder for the people in the back

[everythingisbetterwithpirates]

Regarding HSC Character Consequences

Provocation without Allocation results in a Revocation.

It is common knowledge ( if not, it is now ), that a requirement to join the guild Hudson Shipping Company is to accept character consequences up to and including death. The reasons for this are many and some of them will be touched on down this post. I will begin with the biggest elephant in the room.

Character Death

I can’t speak for everyone, but I don’t think anyone really wants to kill their character before it is time to do so. You go through all the trouble of sculpting your masterpiece to play with it. Fill out the TRP. Get the perfect mog. Swiggity swoogity. You coming for that booty.

However, this is ultimately a criminal guild. It means our member might be asked to go do something bad to another. It means our member might not be told to do anything and still wishes to do so because of  IC-personal reasons. Our member was given weapons, ammo, some good boots. The HSC helps facilitate the crime.

But if you want to do the crime you have to be ready to do the time. And you have to be able to take whatever you dish out. If one of our members is the attacking party, or directly involved with said attack, they are expected to not only take their hits accordingly, but to accept the turning to the tables ( without any gmodding from either side ) up to and including character death.

Makes the member a little more careful about engaging, right? That is one of the goals. Personal accountability. If one of our members puts themselves in a position where character death is a real and present possibility, they are expected to honor their acceptance of this standard.

That being said, this rule does not apply to attacking parties that are godmodding, metagaming, griefing or otherwise trying to kill “… just because.”

If one of our members rejects an attack under these circumstances, the “… but all HSC members are supposed to accept character death” tactic is not going to work. NO. This rule is there to ensure the integrity of our guild rp, not for you to use it as a means to play Billy Bad Ass. Especially if Billy isn’t willing to accept consequences themselves.

And now the smaller but by no means lighter elephant. 

Injuries.

This is about Collaboration, not Obstruction.

That is what RP is at it’s core. A collaboration of stories between many people that create a bigger picture.This post will be a lot longer if we go injury by injury. Those specifics are best discussed by the parties involved when the moment comes.

So you have an HSC member in your claws…

During this OOC negociation, the attacking party might present an idea to the captured or subdued HSC member they might not be alright with.

“But this is what my character would do” as a rebuttal is not an acceptable answer when told NO. You control your character. Your character doesn’t control you. Some injuries hinder RP to an extent where characters are no longer playable. HSC members are expected to offer alternatives they can work into their characters. Injuries fitting the severity of the situation. Saying NO to everything leads nowhere and does not contribute anything to open communication.

Giving the heads up before attacking is common courtesy.

Personally, I am a big fan of discovering things ICly, not OOCly. But you don’t have to be super specific on your heads up. While the fears of people metagaming things are understandable, HSC members are expected to not participate in such tactics. If there is proof saying otherwise, show it. If it’s just a suspicion, speak up. That’s what the officers are there for. 

Not only will giving the heads up open a dialogue to further pursue RP, it’s a great way of making sure you will not be left hanging dry mid RP. What if the player has to log soon? What if they have a guild event they are a crucial part of in an hour? Better to save your exciting engagement for later, when everyone can enjoy themselves and really go at it.

But enough with the serious for now.

I won’t pretend I speak for everyone, but at the end of the day, I’m here to have fun. I treat this as I do all my other hobbies. If I don’t enjoy it, it makes no damn sense. And because this is a social hobby, one you participate in with other people, that means it should be fun for those people I am playing with as well. For everyone. These guild requirements are a way to keep everyone on the same page so that we may enjoy the story together.

So bring on your villains.

Bring on your allies.

Just bring it on.

Let’s make stories together.

[izeraxaxas]

(Of course I’m going to have to repost and agree with the statements with my 100% support. If you are playing a criminal or evil type please at least know basic cause and effect consequences, ESPECIALLY when dealing with other criminal organizations. Shoutout to all the logical criminals out there, and people who respect each other OOC)

[overfalls]

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

[owlbearcounter]

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY USEFUL THANK YOU

[ranetree]

ADDITIONALLY:

YOU ARE NOT ‘PHASED’. YOU ARE ‘FAZED.’

IF IT HAS BEEN A VERY LONG DAY, YOU ARE ‘WEARY’. IF SOMEONE IS ACTING IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU SUSPICIOUS, YOU ARE ‘WARY’.

ALL IN ‘DUE’ TIME, NOT ‘DO’ TIME

‘PER SE’ NOT ‘PER SAY’

THANK YOU

[tassiekitty]

BREATHE - THE VERB FORM IN PRESENT TENSE

BREATH - THE NOUN FORM

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE

WANDER - TO WALK ABOUT AIMLESSLY

WONDER - TO THINK OF IN A DREAMLIKE AND/OR WISTFUL MANNER

THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE (but one’s mind can wander)

[fairywails]

DEFIANT - RESISTANT DEFINITE - CERTAIN

[melancholicmarionette]

WANTON - DELIBERATE AND UNPROVOKED ACTION (ALSO AN ARCHAIC TERM FOR A PROMISCUOUS WOMAN)

WONTON - IT’S A DUMPLING THAT’S ALL IT IS IT’S A FUCKING DUMPLING

[proletariatbitch]

BAWL- TO SOB/CRY

BALL- A FUCKING BALL

YOU CANNOT “BALL” YOUR EYES OUT

[soggywarmpockets]

AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S NOT “SIKE”; IT’S “PSYCH”. AS IN “I PSYCHED YOU OUT”; BECAUSE YOU MOMENTARILY MADE SOMEONE BELIEVE SOMETHING THAT WASN’T TRUE.

THANK YOU.

[everylineeverystory]

*slams reblog*

[leonawriter]

IT’S ‘MIGHT AS WELL’. ‘MIND AS WELL’ DOES NOT MAKE GRAMMATICAL SENSE.

[penbrydd]

SLEIGHT - DEXTERITY, ARTIFICE, CRAFT (FROM ‘SLY’) SLIGHT - VERY LITTLE, FRAIL, DELICATE

IT’S ‘SLEIGHT OF HAND’.

[maverlok]

[steftastan]

CAN I ADD TO THIS TOO?

IT’S NOT ‘COULD OF’, THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE WHATSOEVER. IT’S ‘COULD HAVE’. SAME APPLIES TO ‘SHOULD HAVE’.

[oniongentleman]

And this is why my students look at me as though I’m the devil when I try to tell them that no i’m not lying this really is a thing

[hermoninee-granger]

IT’S ‘COULDN’T CARE LESS’ NOT ‘COULD CARE LESS’ IF YOU COULD CARE LESS THAT MEANS YOU CARE

[haiku-robot]

it’s ‘couldn’t care less’ not ‘could care less’ if you could care less that means you care

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

[miss-malaphor]

Please check out Homophones Weakly.

It’s a treasure trove.

And a goddamn delight.

[spicychestnut]

I laughed so hard

[lahthesubtle-deactivated2022120]

“Everyday” is an adjective meaning ordinary or mundane, as in “an everyday event.”

“Every day” means “each day,” as in “Every day, I see someone misuse the word ‘everyday,’ and it drives me fucking bonkers, I can never un-learn this, now y’all have to suffer too.”

[pettyelves]

Interview with Eilithe

► Name ➔    “Eilithe Duskbringer,” she answered curtly. ► Are you single ➔ A deadpan look went over the face that would ask such a question. “The desert doesn’t marry,” she said, narrowing her eyes, “But it does love.” After a few seconds, she chuckled then. “No, I’m not ‘single’.” ► Are you happy ➔   “I am content.” ► Are you angry? ➔   “Not particularly– but I’ve been told I’ve a hair trigger. 

► Are your parents still married ➔   “My father loves my mother more than the world itself. I just pray they find each other in the next life.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Feralas, closer to the water.” ► Hair Color ➔ Eilithe’s hair fell in long midnight colored locks, nearly black with just a sheen of blue. She pursed her lips, “It has been this way for most of my life. I tried lighter. Didn’t care for it.”  ► Eye Color ➔ Grey was a the color of her eyes, a dim light that was subtle. “Grey. Obviously.” ► Birthday ➔ “Twelfth of May, I think.” ► Mood ➔ Eilithe gave a slooooow blink, before a thumbs-up came. ► Gender ➔  “Female.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Fall.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “I have adjusted to the morning.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ Her dim eyes deadpanned at that question. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “No.” ► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ “A misunderstanding.”  ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔  "I find that I am unfortunately very good at breaking hearts.”  ► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ Eilithe grumbled, “No.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “I have.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ “There was a girl who followed me for nearly a year– she was not very secret.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔  “All the time,” she muttered.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “When lust dies- love fades.”  ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Cats.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “No opinion.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ "Doesn’t need to be romantic. Oh, what of a wild night in? I pick that.” ► Day or night ➔ “Night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ?➔ “Mm, my mother caught me sneaking out to the town over from our village once. She was not happy.”  ► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔ “Yeah, usually via being thrown though….usually.”  ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Sure.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “And have.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes? ➔  Eilithe looked at the wall, “Eyes.” ► Shorter or Taller? ➔ “Tall. Short men always have a complex.” ► Intelligence or Attraction? ➔  “Wit.” ► Hook-up or Relationship? ➔ Eilithe gave airquotes, “‘Hooking up’,” she began, “is easier. Relationships.. happen whether you like it or not sometimes.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along? ➔ “Which family? My blood family? Hit or miss. An’set has been gone for sometime. Sulerion is either… very confused or jus—he’s whatever. My cousin, we get  along. Elle, we fightt but get along. My children and Kurel, of course I mostly get on with them too.”  ► Would you say you have a “messed up life”? ➔ “That sounds like entrapment right there. Pass.”  ► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔ “Nope.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ?➔ “Uh..in what capacity? Probably, yes.” 

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ “Not hate. No. Not unless I find out the rumors were true.” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends? ➔ “No.” ► Who is your best friend? ➔ “Strixena Draconis and Elle Sunweaver, they are both up there. Raylen too.” ► Who knows everything about you? ➔  “How boring would it be if someone knew everything? There are a few that know more than others. Kurel, he knows a great deal.”

Tagged by: @risrielthron

Tagging: @ellwelune @izeraxaxas

[izeraxaxas]

The reaver was watching the spectacle from a distance, occasionally looking up from the device he had been tinkering with.

“They really didn’t ask if she was actually a banshee or not, perhaps I have been gone too long..” He’d chuckle softly to himself as his tail swayed casually behind him.

‘I think its time I meet the children.’ Thought the reaver; shortly following he’d close the device then vanish in a swirl of emerald flame.

[natureandbeauty]

[therewaschaos]