by the light.

REPENT. ( rp blog for nobuir, draenei vindicator (retribution paladin on wyrmrest accord). )

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Fleet Foxes → White Winter Hymnal

I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats

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nobu has a bad dragon dong. confirmed

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@lyriumless

        of course, the chantry had a few things to say when the inquisition allowed draenei into their ranks. while their choice of words was... eloquent, nobuir could decipher their more colorful meanings. he had offered to lead many of his people into the inquisition, to show thedas they were not monsters like so many liked to believe. to show thedas they were useful, they were honorable, and they were no brutes.

        but even vindicators like nobuir needed a break from time to time. he leans over the chessboard, slides one piece from one space to the next, and says smugly, “it seems i’ve beaten you, commander. again.”

        the chair he sits in whines under his massive weight, even without all of the plate armor that he tends to wear. thick arms fold across his chest, the tip of his tail twitching and curling. “perhaps you would be a more challenging opponent on the battlefield,” he states, but he is only teasing. he is not a mean-spirited draenei, after all.

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stranger.

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               she was very unaccustomed to these lands, and it probably showed.                           Damned Maura and her ability to getting the both of them into trouble. It’s as if the trouble just followed Bennu ‘round, waiting for the most inopportune moment to strike them down and make their life hell – except this time it had really fucked them over, and Steorra wasn’t certain if she could fix the other rogue’s mistake this time. 

           And alone it had stranded her, cat-like companion completely out of sight. The rogue found herself disoriented, but not to the extent where she was completely useless when another seemingly approaches from nowhere. Arms have raised quickly in defense, blades extended from the gauntlets in case this stranger proves hostile. After all, the Tiefling knew nothing of where she was, or the type of inhabitants she would be dealing with. It does strike her as peculiar, how similar this man looks to her own kin – but he is blue, and she was red. Her lip draws back slightly, but the rest of her expression remains oddly calm, trained to be after years of stressful situations. 

                                “ — well, that’s new. “

        now, he did not find this strange woman by chance. no, there had been whispers of someone who looked very much like the eredar wandering the azuremyst isles, dangerously close to the exodar. perhaps she had a death wish. the draenei people would kill her on sight. however, the vindicator had wished to investigate before he jumped to such drastic measures.

        while she looks like the man’ari, yes, there is evidence pointing to a different explanation. the lack of facial tentacles, or spikes above her brows. there is no malevolent, demonic aura that radiates off of her. the moment her blades are drawn, the large hammer at his hip is pulled out fluidly.

        “fighting me, perhaps, is not a wise decision,” nobuir says quietly. while his voice lacks any kindness, it also lacks any hostility. there is no reason to fight her if she is but a lost soul in an unfamiliar world, but not all of his people will be so kind. “nor is venturing out here. but, tell me - you are not of the man’ari. what are you?”

        he straightens his spine. bad leg stiffens slightly when he moves, but he ignores the ache for now.

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Physical disadvantage?

detailed headcanon meme.

        nobuir took a lot of damage in shattrath. while still fast on his hooves and oddly graceful, he suffers from chronic pain in one leg and in his fingers and tends to smoke different herbs for it when it gets exceptionally bad. these are from tendons being sliced, bones being broken and not properly healed, etc, etc. there are times where he needs a leg brace, and times where he can barely lift his weapon.

        it frustrates him, of course. he’d like to be helping out and working as much as possible, and these things that not even healers can fix only serve to hold him back.

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now yall got me thinking about nsfw nobu

he’s very tender and gentle during sex. he doesn’t aim to hurt his partners beyond occasional biting, scratching, and hair pulling. he’s selfless even in bed, really only seeming to care if his partner is getting off properly or not and not really focusing on his own pleasure. even when he’s getting sucked off or something, he’s thinking more about his partner’s comfort rather than how he himself feels.

of course - if his partner’s into some shit, he’ll be willing to experiment (depending on what it is). he hasn’t really explored a lot of sex-related things so he’s still kind of blossoming i guess. still figuring out what he likes/doesn’t like. but he’s pretty great at sex. dick too bomb (him big)

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I wanna be touched by YOUR Light, big guy. ; D

        “it seems like you need to be, considering the amount of iniquity you’re displaying.”

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put your goat dick in my butthole daddy

        “i want you to know that Light loves and appreciates you all. as do i. have a blessed day.”

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⋆ Detailed Headcanon Prompter! ⋆

⋆ : Minor personality flaw or quirk

✢ : Physical advantage

✣ : Physical disability/disadvantage

✦ : Fatal flaw

✧ : Mental or emotional strength

❋ : Belief they have

✩ : Belief they've questioned/struggled with

✪ : Critique they have about others

✫ : Pet peeve

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

✭ : An obscure interest

✮ : A moral standard

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

✰ : Weird thing they want to try or have tried

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they've had

✱ : Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

✲ : Something or someone they down right hate

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Sketch of @penitense‘s Nobuir :D

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i haven’t gotten a proper tmog that makes him look like an Actual Vindicator in game yet but just imagine in rp he basically wears what maraad does

(i did give him a hammer since taking these screenshots tho)

will smith poses at big blue goat son

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stranger.

A noticeable spark flashes across Hibara’s eyes at his question–A mixture of excitement and determination. She seems to stand up a little straighter, hands clasped together, her expression warm, but serious all the same.

“It’s not about the ease of the path, friend,” Hibara states. She raises a hand to her heart, fingertips tracing a prominent scar hidden beneath her wardrobe. 

“I was given a second chance at life, and I plan to live it protecting those just as defenseless as I once was. I want to lead those that need me from darkness, just as I was led–”

Hibara pauses, noticing her voice growing louder and more passionate. She clears her throat, cheeks flushing somewhat.

“…No matter how treacherous the path, I will do whatever it takes to ensure that I can be their shield. That I can be unbreakable…”

Hibara’s free hand drifts down to her Libram, palm resting against the cover.

“…And if you would show me the way, I would follow without question.”

        unbreakable.

        she thinks he---thinks vindicators as a whole---are unbreakable. perhaps, in truth, they are the most fragile beings she will ever come across. nobuir has seen it. the episodes suffered by those who have encountered too much, needing to be put down in a dishonorable death to free them from their misery. the ones who lost their entire family before joining the ranks. the ones who, like him, were in shattrath; the ones who made it out alive, but at what cost?

        nobuir has seen their tears. heard their cries, pleas. he has been there for them, comforted them with words of the Holy Light and words by himself. it does not stop most of them from dying by their own hand. more unnecessary deaths. more things that could have been prevented. nobuir has seen the tears of children, siblings; husbands, wives; mothers, fathers. all when he relayed news of someone they loved never coming back to them.

        yet he holds fast. the walls he built around his heart appear strong, but they are flimsy. they could easily be broken through with a well-aimed punch. nobuir is prepared to turn her away, to tell her to find another path to take as he would not wish the hardships he has endured upon anyone else.

        but there is passion upon her countenance, matched by the passion in her words. he cannot tell her to give up. nobuir knows what it is like to teach. he has done it plenty of times before. perhaps, if she understands he will not always be there to guide her as even he has things he must attend to...

        “i would be honored,” he says quietly, “to lead you.” nobuir reaches out again, a golden light emitting from his palm. it is soft, not too bright but not too dim and when he touches her forehead with his index and middle fingers, he hopes she feels the warmth, the comfort the Light brings.

        “tell me your name.”

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@hibara-sunpetal | continued from here.

        nobuir rises to his hooves, peering down at her and resting a hand against the grip of the hammer at his hip. “i am glad to be of service,” and he bows his head respectfully to her, free hand reaching out to lightly pat her lightly. warm smile spreads across his scarred lips.

        “is the path of a vindicator something which interests you?” nobuir cannot help but ask, arms folding across his chest. brow quirks inquisitively. “it is not an easy task.”

        too much responsibility. too many lives in his hands. too many lives being lost under his supervision.

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        when his people arrived on this strange world, they had been looked down upon like monsters, like demons. their skin varying from hues of blue to violet, their horns, their tails, the cloven hooves where feet should be... it was all very frightening to races even the draenei had never seen before. and while these people did not look like orcs or act like orcs, they held the same hostility towards his kind.

        at least, until the sky tore open. until they needed all the help they could get.

        prayer book grasped tightly in one hand, the hilt of his hammer in the other, nobuir walks proudly through skyhold beneath judging eyes. they are waiting for him to slip up, to make one mistake that makes him fitting of the title of “monster” or “brute”.

        they wait to condemn which they do not understand.

        “seeker pentaghast, i presume,” nobuir says, accent thick but voice deep and smooth. she is much smaller than himself, but her gaze, the scars on her worn face - they betray that she has seen much, done much. things that she would have preferred to never have seen or done. they are alike in that way. “the inquisitor could not make time for this meeting?”

        perhaps he shouldn’t have expected much else, yet the inquisitor and their advisers will soon know that the draenei are worthy allies to have. a talented people that have gone through more hardships than any of this world can imagine, but perhaps the elves could empathize more.

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"If you don't mind me asking...What turned you towards the path of a Vindicator? What steels your heart, and keeps you fighting...?" ((As she speaks, Hibara's fingers trail gently through the pages of the Libram she carries; its pages are noticably sparse of text, the edges unmarred. She has a lot to learn.))

        when his eyes fall upon her, every muscles tenses. he can tell she is something artificial but natural at the same time. she is something that is not supposed to exist. whatever it is burns within her core and it sets him on edge. yet nobuir will not turn her away, especially when all she seems to want is advice - knowledge. the libram in her arms is proof of that.

       nobuir kneels before her, hands folding on top of his knee. “it is the only path that seemed... right for me,” he replies, slowly and quietly as though not even he is sure why he chose such a dangerous duty. “the Light has been there for me always, has guided me through life and protected me. it is only natural i serve it to the best of my ability.”

       pale blue hues, glowing just slightly, meet hers. scarred countenance softens just so. no, she will not have to meet his blade like he originally feared. that is enough to relieve him. it would have been an unnecessary death, one to add to the growing list that made him feel nothing but shame and guilt. like those that died in shattrath, that the orcs slaughtered without a second thought. those he was supposed to protect.

       “when you have seen what i have...” nobuir begins, voice hardening. it’s a bit more gruff this time. “when you have seen what i have, there is nothing left for you to do but steel your heart and mind. nothing left but to keep fighting for what is right and just. the Light has shown me this path, it is something i must follow no matter what hardships it may bring.”