It has come to my attention that there are imitations of my character, Revarik, in the game World of Warcraft. While the name could be a coincidence after my years of being absent, the actual act of pretending to be me, myself, is in poor taste. There are logs that have been sent to me with someone(s) pretending to be me. Allow me to clarify with a few facts about myself:
I have not entered into the game of Warcraft since the expansion Warlords of Draenor.
I still communicate with friends in both Warcraft and Final Fantasy. These incredible people speak with me regularly and know what is going on. They know my vocabulary, my general behavior and can spot a fake in a heartbeat.
I do not utilize trial accounts. They serve no purpose to me.
In both games, my achievement points are quite high. This is another means to spot an imitator. I am a completionist who enjoys game content in tandem with roleplay. I take pride in my rare titles, mounts, and the like to incorporate into my characters.
My Final Fantasy blog is Valanthius-XIV.
If there are any questions about the authenticity of the Revarik you are speaking with, please contact this blog or the Valanthius-XIV blog for any additional clarification.
I do not know at this time if any additional damage or mockery has been performed, but if someone(s) pretending to be me has contacted you, please reach out to me. I would much rather you get honesty from the source than be led astray by fabrications.
I've been out of the game for 10 years. I'm here for friends and a good time. I've no idea why this would even be a thing, but it is disappointing. Thank you for your time, and hopefully, this isn't a continual matter.
Try to fluster my muse. Do whatever it takes to make them blush!
"Hey toots, is your ass named Dalaran 'cause I'd like to see it fall and crater my face." -- Smush
Simmy had found her way to Orgrimmar earlier in the week, largely at the behest of the Ebon Blade, who had made a point of nudging her out to broaden her horizons. And so between exploring, drawing, and talking to the locals, she had spent her time perched on a rock on the Edge of the Valley of Honor, reading a new book she had picked up. She had spent perhaps a little too much time this morning fussing over her pink, purple, and white pastel dress, braiding her hair, and painting her face paint in the likeness of a butterfly. Simmy certainly drew attention with her looks, but not always for positive reasons, given her pallor and bright, crimson eyes.
And so, deep in her thoughts as she read her novel, she almost bobbled her book as she heard someone speak to her. Toots? Who's toots? Simmy looked left and right, but did not immediately see anyone at eye level. And then finally glanced down, and spotted a goblin looking up at her.
"Wait, wuh?" Simmy piped, sliding her lavender bookmark between the pages of her paperback. One could almost feel the cogs in her brain catching and whirring fruitlessly as she squinted down at the grinning goblin...and then finally aligning as what he had even meant registered. Simmy's eyes darted back and forth, and a faint blush arose around her nose and cheeks. She dropped the bookmark out of her novel onto the rock and immediately shoved her nose back into the book, as if to hide.
"Uh...uhm. W-wouldn't that be dangerous, sir? I'm small, but if anyone fell from that far I think you'd be s-squashed," she stammered. "O-or is that the point? I, uh..." She peered over the edge of her book for a moment, grasping for anything to talk about besides her derriere. Her ears, too, turned a darker shade of red than she had any right to be.
My muse will tell you something about you they hate, something they love, and something they would miss if you left.
Hate: âYour compulsion to please others in the past nearly compromised who you were without even realizing it. Your protective nature pulled you in so many directions that you lost sight of your own trail and the goals that set you on it in the first place. I suppose we are both similar in that regard. Always placing the needs and wants of others above our own⌠almost to a fault. It is what makes you so wonderful, yet frustrating to watch from afar. I should learn to take my own advice regarding that matter, or as you would say, âladies first.â I hate it when you are right, Revarik.â
Love: âYour sense of humor lights up a room. It is what brought us together in the first placeâ our love of laughter. This is also why others find you so desirable to engage with. Where they see nothing beyond the fun-loving, carefree, mercenary you portray on the exterior, I have had the rare pleasure of witnessing something deeper. I see the broken man you conceal beneath it all, and I want to thank you for letting me in. Even a protector needs protecting from time to time. I am honored to be your shield, even if it is behind closed doors.â
Miss: âYour absence left a myriad of confusion and sorrow in its wake. There were times when I wanted to be angryâ to hurl my frustrations at you like daggers knowing you would catch each one, place it aside, and still pull me into your arms for a hug. This is the sacred safety of friendship⌠knowing when to say: âDo you feel better now that you have said it out loud?â Without judgement or scorn."
So what is the black market mercenary up to anyways? :)
[ Ambiance ]
"Boss, boss, the rocket boss, the ROCKET!" The goblin shouted as he hid his large nose and floppy ears behind the metal barrier. "REV, THE FUCKIN' ROCKET!" Fear rang from the jaundice-skinned munchkin while his yellow eyes widened in terror. His hands white-knuckled the back of the security rail and he braced for whatever chaos his employer was rolling them through.
The deep, rhythmic rumble of the rig's engine resonated through the barrens announcing its distinctive power with every shifting gear. An eerie fel-glow illuminated the motorized onyx beast due to its peculiar coated bolts and screws. Goblin-machined pistons worked overtime causing combustion to send its flames through the machine's twin stacks. At its present speed, it had no intention of stopping.
In the cab of the mechanized destroyer was the very one-eyed bastard that had built it. He had seen the inbound rocket and without missing a beat had initiated a countermeasure. The vehicle's anti-missile protocols were deployed and the autonomous weapon system locked onto its new target. Three rounds were fired resulting in direct impact and another explosive result. Through the incendiary debris and smoke this behemoth on wheels emerged like an omen of impending destruction.
The Crossroads had been barricaded to prevent the mercenary and his crew from reaching Ratchet. They had a delivery to make and nothing was going to stop them from seeing it through. On top of the blockade and holding down their makeshift fort were several former Bilgewater goblins. Surely, he would not run them over and would have to stop right?
Right?!âŚ
RIGHT?!!!
Wrong. The next gear was dropped and the thundering engine promised its declaration of war. âŞ"My⌠toy is bigger than your⌠toy.âŞ" Revarik sang as Smush held on for dear life. Pieces of the prior stockade in Stonetalon and their defeated defenders still clung to the black battle beast. Seconds remained until collision and with no deterrence in sight the goblin mafia of seven had to abandon their post. Great haste was made to jump from the pile and shelter was quickly sought as the metal rig tore through their defenses.
The frontal wedge made short work of the wooden spikes and their shotty metal brackets. Various piles of equipment and stationary golems had been launched abroad. The collision sent pieces of everything all over the place with unmerciful recklessness. While Revarik seemed unbothered and unphased by the impact, Smush was not so calm. He was stark white with his death grip still around the bar.
"I'm gonna kill'em. I'm gonna kill'em. If I don't throw up and die when I get down from here, I'm gonna kill him." Smush repeated to himself like a mantra as his fury flared. "Oh, I forgot you were there," Revarik had commented over the intercom system. One could practically hear the mirth in his jestful revelation. "FORGOT?!" Smush shouted back.
"Hey, while you're up there reset that main turret into neutral. Ratchet isn't too far away and they're waiting for us." Smush had done as instructed before eventually finding his way back into the cab with Revarik. "I hate you," Smush chided as he folded his arms in a pout. That was until Revarik slyly looked to his side to regard his smaller companion. It was at that moment Smush cut his own little smile.
Before long Ratchet was in their view. "This was our last run to pay off the ridiculous debt you owe, but I'm sure you'll find something else to screw up. I still can't believe you accepted a nine-hundred percent interest loan from a Steamwheedle baron to buy that worgen woman some flowers. What in the hell were you thinking?" Disbelief was well stocked in Revarik's statement.
Smush was quiet for a few seconds as he thought about his answer. His little thumbs tweedling together as innocence gathered in his eyes. "I couldn't help it. She was a good girl and we played fetch! She was the only one that didn't bark at me so I wanted to get her something nice. She said she liked flowers and I wanted to get her some! I just didn't have the coin and I was in a hurry. So I booooorrowed itâŚ"
Revarik slowed the rig down to a stop and side-eyed Smush, "you were not going to pay it back were you?" Smush looked away sheepishly. "Well, I mean, I was gonna⌠at some point⌠y'anno⌠probably⌠whenever I, uh, could marry her, she is rich, and then I--- yeah. I HAD A PLAN REV!"
"You wanted a sugar momma?" Revarik said plainly.
"NO!" Smush answered quickly. "I like hairy women! OKAY, there! I SAID IT! Her havin' money is just⌠a benefit." The goblin gave a sage nod to the elf as if this was the convincing element of their conversation. "You're telling me that you got all of this debt, to get flowers for a wolf-lady that plays fetch with you, that you barely know, and you hope to marry, just because you like the hairy ladies?" Revarik said slowly and emphasized the last segment to catch Smush's reaction.
Smush held firm. "Yep. Good talk. Thanks for the ride, see you later, bye-bye, OH-- and fuck you for forgetting I was up there!" He was quick to hop down from the machine and skedaddle before any more prying could take place. Although, once out of earshot and sight of his long-time savior the goblin took in a long breath. He said a quiet prayer for safe passage for the only family he had left in the world. He knew Revarik had lost so much in recent years, but the goblin wasn't ready to let the man give up just yet.
@kelzthalasbandtherion, thanks for the ask. It's been a while so forgive my mistakes.
ââŚthe very first time I walked into Revarikâs shop on delivery and he wasâŚbusy. With his woman at the time. Mind you I was a little shockedâŚbumbled about a little on my way back out.â Safronaâs fingertips roamed up her temple with a chuckle. âFrom there they got too comfortable with alerting me to their escapades in messagesâŚjust in case I wanted to âstop by and watch again.â A shot of whiskey was lifted up in cheers to the Mercenary, who may or may have not been in the vicinity. âThe man doesnât let me live a lot of things down.â
âShe was only shocked for a little while. Donât let her try to tell you otherwise. In fact... I tend to recall a certain Winterâs Veil where the gift just kept on giving. I believe she was well over her shyness by that time. The dirty details youâll have to sweet talk from her, however. I never was one to breech a privacy clause.â
The three most important names per faction that have impacted Safronaâs life are:
Neutral / Independent / Other Faction:
The First of the Perished. { @thefirstperished } Personally known as her Black Orchid, the First remains to be Safronaâs beloved confidant and the source of where her true loyalty lies as a Black Harvester.
Nymmith Wildseeker. { @nymmith-wildseeker } An Independent Zoologist that employs the Courier regularly and has made an important colleague in the research and reversal of Fel-affliction in wildlife, Nymmith is a name Safrona definitely has on âspeed-dialâ.
Madam Goya. This infamous Pandaren Black Market Mistress was the figurehead responsible for branding the Courier with her token title and jump-starting her from a unreliable existence into who Safrona is now. Without Madam Goyaâs influence, the Courier would never have come to be.
Alliance:
Viktor Araelson ( @viktoraraelson ) A Gilnean gentleman alchemist Safrona trusts with potions like no other, his unique perspective in serving the Great Dark has provided insight into her practice as a Warlock, among other things.
Leon Ambroce. ( @mremaknu ) Not only has Chef Ambroce been a large supporter of Safronaâs business in Stormwind through his eatery at The Cookbook, but Leon has secured himself a place in her contact list as a reliable friend, often looking after her even when the Courier doesnât know she needs looking after.
Renwyck Darrow. { @renwyck } Though her relationship with the fallen Watcher of Duskwood will never be the same after the most recent invasion of the Legion, Renwyckâs influenced a resurgence in Safronaâs humanity that has not been forgotten.
Horde:
Nixalegos Felscythe { @nixalegos } A contact knowing of Safronaâs orgins before her current life as the Courier, the Nethermancerâs dealings sprawling outside of Silvermoon keep Safrona tightly connected professionally.
Aranya Ver'Sarn { @aranyaphoenix } Another of her bound Circle of Perished, Aranya supports Safrona professionally through her organization and as a close confidant between Faction lines.
Revarik Valanthius { @revarik } This infamous Sin'dorei Mercenary continues to keep the Courierâs hand in trade beneath Horde politics, while she keeps his ear open to threats that need his personal touch of destruction.
Tagged by: @aranyaphoenix - thank you!
Tagging: Anyone else that has been tagged or elsewise that might be interested in doing so!
đĽ â Who are your museâs go-to drinking buddies?
{There are a very few Safrona trusts herself to truly drink with, to keep company with when all walks melt down at the bottom of a bottle. Safrona has wants to let the Courier slip and be real with someone, grazed by a needed element of connection that some could too easily convince her is a want for more. But there are names she trusts herself to that wouldnt make her regret it.
⢠Her Sister Witch, Lilthessa, has always had some insight into what Safrona is looking for, and thatâs no difference when she simply wants to let a good amount of Dalaran Red lower the bar of composure and confess truths behind so many crafted lies. Talk that rarely leaves her lips for anyone but Lilthessa.
⢠A certain Mercenary has always made a good drinking partner despite his often uncouth and lecherous tongue. Safrona often has been built up to be confidant of her sensuality and desires in his presence, without being taken advantage of. He reminds her with lightheartedness that there is someone worth letting out behind the business mask - someone real. And to crave whiskey or anything else is just an art of living.
⢠The First has for a long while been someone to easily confide in over a drink, even if Safrona is the only one really lost to her liquor. Understanding is key, and even now with elements of passion introduced to this bond, heâs become a home hearth that she feels safe gradually unraveling by, no matter the mess she becomes.}
{ @shuuhuu , mentions of @lilthessa , @revarik and @thefirstperished }
Fly on the Wall~ Revarik about the Courier - WoW universe, if you'd like!
The reports were coming in rapidly about the dissolving of alliances within both factions. There was plenty of questions of whether or not he could trust anyone. These days a brother carried a knife and corruption soured even the most resolute of roots. Those within his close circle had often kept him informed and netted him the pivotal details he needed to make solid decisions. However, even they held levels of uncertainty when it came to the cost they would charge to change their loyalties.Â
He had been living a quiet, peaceful life of his own lately. There was no need to come out of retirement for profit, but the situation was more than about coin and country. He had lived his life, enjoyed the paradises it had to offer, and when he thought of the youths that tutored underneath his mechanical and war-forged guidance there was a pit in his stomach that left him unsettled. In his mind, he knew how much of a difference maker he could be.Â
It came down to one question for him:Â Were they worth protecting?
This led him to swiftly raise a hand to his ear to call Smush into the shop.
âSmush, I know it has been a hot minute but I need you to do me a favor. Check in on Safrona. I want this message to be delivered by you in person. I need to resecure lines and reestablish connections within the marâ.â Before he could continue the sputtering remarks of the goblin were already interrupting. âB-b-but boss, ya know what this means? This game has all changed for the worst, yo! Ya could be killed or worse! Like, blown the fuck up, yo! Like, even Gnomish engineerinâ wonât be able to piece ya back together again! The shit out here is ABSOLUTELY Crrrrrrazy!â This was further gesticulated with a wild throw of hands and the KABLOW noises for effect.
The mercenary seemed unphased and unmoved by the goblinâs plea. âIf anyone is neutral in this storm it is her. Sheâs been with us through the thick and the thin, Smush. Who better to tell if she has altered her course of dedication than munchkin that has tried to steal photos of her? Do it. Check in on her and let her know what I am doing. We are no stranger to war, Smush, but this time we have a lot more to lose than a few pieces of machinery. We need the Courier. Sheâs the most trusted woman I know that will not take advantage of us. She has a hand in just about everything and weâll need that if weâre going to keep the crew out of the grave. Think of Fizzbang, Smush.â
The eyes of the Goblin narrowed with harsh scrutiny. âH-how?! I ainât said a word about my toots! Yaââ It was Revarikâs turn to cut off his small comrade. âI wouldnât be surprised if Saraj has plans to blackmail you over that cute little doddle I mailed his way. I only thought it was fair game that Saffy got a free snapshot of what her precious Smushy was doing lately.â
âI-I-I⌠hate you sometimes,â scowled the goblin before he started to gather his things. The quicker he got out of Revâs line of sight the better. âAttaâ boy, Smush. And for titanâs sake, donât steal her underwear this time. Do you know how hard it is to explain that to someone?â No answer came beyond the blowing of raspberries, the cursing of Revâs ways, and a violent slamming of the door from a very irritated little goblin.Â
For each ââď¸â I get, Iâll write a headcanon about our muses.
Revarik and Safrona: Though Safrona swears off of the Azerite trade Sargarasâ sword has sparked in the wake of his defeat, the Mercenary is one of the few she will make an exception for, half interested in what machinations he intends in the workshop with what she brings him. The Mercenary has likely saved the Courierâs life enough times that he could ask nearly anything of her, and she would trouble herself in getting it to him. At a discount.
Saraj and Smush: Have a small rivalry regarding whoâs technology is better. The Ethereal has a lead by a large margin, as his camera does not tend to explode upon snapshot. The goblin insists goblin cameras are supposed to work that way.
Safrona actually questions exactly how much of Eurathâs magic is actual true-to-form Demonology and how much is Illusionary work. While she feels he is quite an accomplished sorcerer, she hesitates to ask questions that might seem insulting to his rather grand pride. And losing the Warmageâs business would certainly be a travesty.
Elernia, Safronaâs succubus is delighted by the Warmageâs interest in her Mistress, sensing the Sayaadi blood that runs through his veins, and the sexual tension he creates. She often goes on about what a fine match he would make with her Mistress, and what adorable little homunculi they would make were they to breed. Safrona is not amused with the demonâs teasing on the the other hand, but there is no doubt the succubus is sitting by a soulwell when Eurath finds her mistress, eating healthstones like mortals eat popcorn.
Safrona still has nightmares of the Juggernaut finding her in a fitful sleep when she is alone, always staring, watching her sleep, crystallizing her bed with his presence. The worst nightmares are the ones where the soul of the Knight of Laments is warning her as he comes, telling her he knows where she belongs. And that he will not stop until he sets her right in his dead eyes.
{ @elibraddock and all of your WoW boys Saf knows. :) }
Ever low-key stalked anybody? Snooped on their mail, kept stuff they dropped in public, stuff like that. If not, could you imagine yourself doing it?
âSaffy⌠Are you worried that I might be holding onto a pair of your undergarments or something, lover? Is that why you're asking me this question? On a serious note, I never had a need to in truth. During my Black Market reign, I did not have a demand to really snoop or spy either. I typically armed myself to the teeth, located a weak spot, and went to town. A relatively simple process that was highly successful on account of being unpredictable and combustible.â He shook his head side to side as he gave the scenarios further thought.
âI canât fathom a reason Iâd need to stalk anyone. There are some good looking women out there and you can bet I have taken a look. Even offered a few a drink and several others a chance to hang out in the shop. But, I havenât gone out of my way to chase anyone down, held onto anything that wasnât gifted to me or had me panting like some thirsty corehound.â He clarified with laughter to follow. âNot even wasted could I picture myself in such a state. Like, I can see why someone would, but I donât obsess that hard over anything.â
True/False: "Is it true that you could have nuked Argus out of orbit on all your own with the cache of explosives you've been sitting on through the years?"
"Saffy, lover. You've been playing in my workshop, haven't you? I will say true to be on the safe side of this assessment. A man has to have a plan and he has to be able to give his boys toys to play with when things get a bit rowdy, right? Do you know of anyone else that can make such an explosive appearance?"
True/False game. Make an assumption about me in my ask and Iâll tell you if its true or false. Go: Is it true or false that Safrona and her Succubus have bonded some over the lewd conversations about some of the men they have encountered together in their life? Also, true or false that Safrona leaves images for Smush to find just because she knows he takes them back to Revarik?
Is it true or false that Safrona and her Succubus have bonded some over the lewd conversations about some of the men they have encountered together in their life?
ââŚfalse,â the Courier stated with some distaste. {The bond between succubus and master is a magical one, but Safrona tries not to make it personal - despite how Elernia may try, and already know her Mistress. Lewd conversations are always started by the succubus, denied scornfully by the Warlock as she tries to touch on mortal desire, or inspire it, even if Elerniaâs insight touched on truth. She doesnât treat her demon like some best friend to confide girlish secrets in. To Safrona, thatâs a power over her that she doesnât ever want to give her demon, as well as a grievous error she would advise any new demonologist against.}
Also, true or false that Safrona leaves images for Smush to find just because she knows he takes them back to Revarik?
âFaaalse,â Safrona sighs. âLook, Iâve put an end to Saraj and SmushâsâŚdealings. The Ethereal had to be educated on what is and what isnât so proper about photography and business customs â his understanding of âfleshlingâ custom can beâŚughâŚmisinterpreted. Anyway, the Mercenary wonât be harassed anymore.â
âŚStated the Courier as she tried to keep her ears from turning a brighter shade of red with each word spoken.
Three Names: Fuck, Marry, Get Drunk With. "Therazane, Lilian Voss, Grand Empress Shek'zeer. Think on that one, lovely boy."
    âLover, you act like this is a difficult choice.â He laughed as he downed his shot and realigned his bicolored eyes onto the lovely lady in red. âTherazane looks like she can keep up with the best of them and she is a helluva judge of character. Recall that whole Deathwing phenomena? You canât tell me thatâd be a horrible choice and we all know how drinking goes. She is a rock solid choice for it.â
    âMarry? Thatâs gonna go to the Grand Empress Shekâzeer. While I hear she has a great deal of honeyed words Iâd wager she wouldnât take the sting of being a one-night stand too well. Besides, have you seen the Klaxxi army? Oh man, that inheritance would be amazing.â He declared with a raise of his glass with glossy amusement well written within his gaze.
    âFinally, Lilian Voss is gonna be my screw buddy. Not only can she switch out her ass and tits for anything more preferable I practically have brand new holes to play with. I canât picture her really being a dead fuck, maybe a little cold to the touch, but nothing some wax and friction canât heat up. Then, there is that added benefit of not worrying about choking her into a coma or pulling her hair too hard. Everyone wins,â he stated with a light shake of his white crown.
    âWait⌠Are you trying to see if, â he motioned with his finger back and forth between them, âIâd be into dead girls? Oh, lover, you know you only got to say the words and Iâll put plenty of life into that body of yours.â
Who from your past do you miss, strictly from an RP standpoint?
[ Honestly, there are quite a few that I miss. The community I used to be heavily involved it was more involved than the one we have now. There were enemies but we didnât have the drama we do today. It wasnât he said she said it was actual character building drama and in-depth stories. Iâd have to say the one person I miss the most would have to be a good friend of mine and Celestineâs, Revarik. His ability to write was phenomenal, not only that but he was a kind soul and Iâll never forget how he supported me and helped me through so much. It is because of him and his inspiring presence that I refuse to give up writing today. ]
