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The world pissed me off. I went home to Medivh. Do not talk to me or my husbandmentor ever again. Until we’re really needed.
BOTH OF US.
*knocks on Karazahn’s door* Halp! Death is trying to break free!
"Uncle Francis? I uhm. Need to ask you something." - Brie
The ex-paladin and former Scarlet glanced up at his niece from where he sat on the steps of some building in the middle of Boralus seedier part of town. He had been run out of his farm by the Forsaken sometime after the fall of Teldrassil but before the Siege of Lordaeron, and has been essentially wandering from city to city, town to town ever since.
“Sure, what’s the matter?” he inquired of the only family he’s known since the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron. He’s met Leon and reconnected with Davan since then, but Brie he had helped raise and train until Ettore had managed to exile him.
@twincrusaders
Brie’s eyes were red and tear stained as she shuffled towards her uncle. “Have you see Dad? I can’t find him.” She didn’t call him something so formal as ‘Father’, nor simply as ‘Gilzo’ like she used to when they’d first met. So much progress in such a short time! Only to be spoiled by the other words in the question; asking where a Death Knight was in the middle of a Scourge invasion. @sir-arsalot
“I have not,” her uncle replied with a frown, wondering what has his niece upset. “I was going to go visit him, see about some lodging until I can find a place here in Boralus.”
Francis furrowed his brow in concern. He knew his niece well enough to know that she normally did not address her father with such familiarity and although he was sure her relationship with his brother probably improved since he had last seen her, it was still concerning.
“What is wrong, Brie?”
@twincrusaders
“Leon can help with that…” She answered quietly, sniffling a little bit before she continued. “I haven’t seen him since the sky shattered in Ice Crown. No one’s seen him at all in two weeks.” A lip wibble and tearful eyes alluded to what her current fears were. @sir-arsalot
Francis listened to her concerns, also worried now that his brother seems to be missing. He prayed that Davan hadn’t gotten caught up in the Cult of the Damned again, “I... don’t know how to find him in Icecrown other than to ask Argent defenders if they’ve seen a miniature death knight.”
@twincrusaders
"Uncle Francis? I uhm. Need to ask you something." - Brie
The ex-paladin and former Scarlet glanced up at his niece from where he sat on the steps of some building in the middle of Boralus seedier part of town. He had been run out of his farm by the Forsaken sometime after the fall of Teldrassil but before the Siege of Lordaeron, and has been essentially wandering from city to city, town to town ever since.
“Sure, what’s the matter?” he inquired of the only family he’s known since the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron. He’s met Leon and reconnected with Davan since then, but Brie he had helped raise and train until Ettore had managed to exile him.
@twincrusaders
Brie’s eyes were red and tear stained as she shuffled towards her uncle. “Have you see Dad? I can’t find him.” She didn’t call him something so formal as ‘Father’, nor simply as ‘Gilzo’ like she used to when they’d first met. So much progress in such a short time! Only to be spoiled by the other words in the question; asking where a Death Knight was in the middle of a Scourge invasion. @sir-arsalot
“I have not,” her uncle replied with a frown, wondering what has his niece upset. “I was going to go visit him, see about some lodging until I can find a place here in Boralus.”
Francis furrowed his brow in concern. He knew his niece well enough to know that she normally did not address her father with such familiarity and although he was sure her relationship with his brother probably improved since he had last seen her, it was still concerning.
“What is wrong, Brie?”
@twincrusaders
"Uncle Francis? I uhm. Need to ask you something." - Brie
The ex-paladin and former Scarlet glanced up at his niece from where he sat on the steps of some building in the middle of Boralus seedier part of town. He had been run out of his farm by the Forsaken sometime after the fall of Teldrassil but before the Siege of Lordaeron, and has been essentially wandering from city to city, town to town ever since.
“Sure, what’s the matter?” he inquired of the only family he’s known since the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron. He’s met Leon and reconnected with Davan since then, but Brie he had helped raise and train until Ettore had managed to exile him.
@twincrusaders
Jumbo Ask Game
Relationships
💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?
❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?
💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?
🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone?
🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?
Preferences
🔥 Give us a list of general likes and dislikes, such as colours, textures, music, weather and other stuff!
🍊 What is your OC’s favourite meal? Snack? Dessert? Drink? Any reasons behind this besides liking how it tastes?
What is your OC’s most hated food? Stuff they can’t stand to eat or drink?
🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?
Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of?
🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).
Who does your OC absolutely hate, the one person who they’d sell to Satan for one corn chip? Why do they loathe this person so?
📙 What kind of subjects (of conversation, of discussion, in school or whatever) does your OC find interesting or engaging or that they can talk for hours about? What kind of stuff do they just find fun?
What things bore your OC to tears and they couldn’t care less about? Why?
Emotions
😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC genrally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?
⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?
🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?
📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?
💛 In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?
Mental Health
🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?
🍏 Does your OC have any triggers? What is the history behind these triggers and are they related to any disorders or mental illnesses? In what ways does your OC react to being triggered?
🥝 What does a bad mental health day look like for your OC? Walk us through it with them. What kind of things can help them out of this slump and what kinds of things comfort them when they start to feel like this?
🍐 What is your OC’s mentality? Are they overall positive? Negative? A bit of both? Describe their thought patterns and reasoning behind their choice making!
💚 Talk about some of the traumatic events in your OC’s life. These events can be ones that have happened to them or a loved one. These events can be minor or major.
History
💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?
🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?
💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?
🌀 Where is your OC from? Where were they born? Do they still live there, if not why did they move? If they still live in the area how has it changed since their childhood? How many places has your OC lived in and where has been their favourite?
💤 What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets?
This or That
🍇 Day or Night? Sun or Rain? Summer or Winter?
🛍️ Function or Aesthetic? Skirts or Pants? Heels or Flats?
🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?
💜 Music or Silence? Swords or Spells? Cities or Nature?
🍆 Tea or Coffee or Hot Chocolate? Sweet or Spicy? Fruits or Vegetables?
Features
🌸 What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?
🎀 Do they wear a specific accessory with a special meaning behind it? What is their usual fashion sense like? What do they wear when they want to be comfortable and what do they wear when they’re going to a fancy party? Or do they just not care?
💗 What would your OC say is their best feature? Why? What do their friends / family / lover(s) / people they know think is their best feature and why?
🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks?
🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself?
Specified the muse with whom you wanted to interact: Iseult, Alvana, Tristan, Mend'zul, Maxwell and Evelyn.
he spent hours on that leaflet you monster
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This is something Gilzo and Francis would do
"UNCLE." Brie shouted as she ran over to Francis. "What happened!? You're not dead are you? Say something!"
The paladin’s head rolled in response and it took a moment longer for a strangled sound to emerge from his lips. Another moment passed for his right eye to open, the other swollen shut with a cut and bruise so large it looked like he had been punched by an orc.
“Horde,” he croaked and then spit something bloody to the root covered ground. He was in bad shape. Whoever had beaten him had tied him to a tree, standing and no slack to ease himself to the ground. His torso was leaning slightly forward with his hands bound behind him. The rope holding him wrapped tightly around his waist and thighs, lodging him firmly to the oak trunk.
“Fuckers raided my farm and dragged me off.” The words came out hoarsely and painfully. Francis wanted nothing more than to lay down and go to sleep, to will the pain away for good. “Too many to fight.”
@twincrusaders
"Hello, stranger. Remember me?" - Jetista.
“Course I do.” The human paladin lifted the scythe to rest over his shoulder. Piles of grain had been cleaved to either side of him from hours of hard work. Harvesting the small fields by himself took days but he was confident he’ll have it done before the seasons first storms. “What brings you back here?”
@time-lost-exiles
Your muse finds mine bloodied, beaten, and tied to a tree in the middle of the woods. They look traumatized and are shivering. Send me your muse’s reaction and they will respond to it.
Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme
Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)
⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?
All magic users are kinky, EXCEPT for paladins, who eat a raw potato any time they think about sex
the people tagging their paladin characters give me life
@theodorebennas @sir-arsalot @gereionkingston
What? Just so you know I was a sex machine in my youth!
*mutters under his breath* And whats wrong with raw potatoes, tastes great with a bit of salt.
"HELLO Big brother. Do you want to go to a bar? And get a drink with me? Because I need a drink. I need many drinks. Because if I wasn't already dead, I'm fairly certain Brie would be the death of me."
Sir Francis blinked at his younger brother, completely taken aback by the request and the comment about his niece. “Erm… sure? You’re buying. What is Brie doing that is driving you nuts or is she really trying to kill you?”
“Do you need to brush up on your sword skills, brother? All that time behind a merchant’s desk must be making you flabby and slow,” Francis elbows him lightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time I had to teach you how to fight.”
They reach the pub and Francis pushes the doors open to go in. The sound of conversation and laughter, and glass clinking together can be heard as they make their way through the short entryway.
Gilzo’s draw drops, scoffing a bit as he whacked his brother’s arm. “Did YOU just call ME flabby?” He scrunched his nose, insulted - but only a little bit. He found an empty table tucked away in the corner and sat down. “Mr. I’m-just-gonna-hermoit-away-for-years-by-a-lake.” Gilzo stuck his tongue out like a child, which matched well with his current young appearance. “Hm. Do I look too young to order drinks?” @sir-arsalot
“I at least have something to keep me active,” Francis snickered and then canted his head slightly as he studied his brother. He never did find out how old the younger man had been when he had died and been raised as a death knight. “Maybe? How old were you when they…”
He gestured toward Gilzo as if that would convey what he didn’t want to say aloud.
Gilzo thinks for a moment. “I was 19. Can’t remember how close I was to my birthday though.” He taps his chin, contemplating. “Not that I remember when that is anyways. So it wouldn’t do me much good.” He shrugged slightly. Gilzo began rummaging around in his bag for something. “What’s the drinking age here again? Everyone has different rules.” @sir-arsalot
“Eighteen but people let young men drink as early as sixteen anyway,” Francis replied and waved for a barmaid to come over so they could order drinks and food. “So you’re old enough.”
A middle aged redhead came over carrying a tray of empty mugs and plates. She smiled pleasantly at them but the look she gave Francis suggested she won’t tolerate any fooling around from him. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not.
“Wot cannae get yeh?” her accent was thick and Tirasgardian but not quite Boralas. The war seemed to have given some Kul Titans the opportunity to leave the island nation. Francis wasn’t surprised by that.
“Well met,” he greeted. “I’ll have a Hearthglen Ambrosia and my little brother here will have some warm milk.” Francis gave him a teasing glance.
Gilzo stared at Francis. “Move a little closer, so I can KICK YOU in the shin.” Gilzo stuck his tongue out again. “I’ll have an anchormaker.” He paused before adding. “I’m paying for both of us.” He gave the woman a polite smile. He was dressed extremely well, so he hoped she wouldn’t question him paying all too much. @sir-arsalot
“Sure thin’, toots.” The barmaid rolled her eyes at them before walking away to take care of her burden and get them their drinks.
“Toots.” Francis snickered. He was enjoying teasing Davan. The former paladin leaned back in his seat and pulled one of the other chairs out so he can prop his feet up. “So why does Brie being a druid disturb you so much?”
He leaned under the table a little bit in an attempt to reach far enough to kick his brother in the shin, for the teasing. He eventually wriggled back into his chair to sit in it properly, grumbling a bit. “Well…” Shifting uncomfortably, he rapped his fingers on the table. “Because. I dunno! It’s weird! She didn’t grow up on Kul Tiras! And then..I’m not a Thornspeaker, but then her mom….” Gilzo makes a face. He really, really didn’t want to talk about Annette or think of her, but it was looking as though he needed to. @sir-arsalot “ “
“What about her?” Francis picked up on his hesitation. He always wondered who had birthed Brie and her brother and how Davan had met her. All he knew is that she was Scourge and a part of him wondered if she was the reason his brother got roped into all of that.
The barmaid returned with their drinks and Francis ordered some meats and cheeses to go with them. He sipped at the ambrosia while he waited on Davan to speak about what needed to be said.
"HELLO Big brother. Do you want to go to a bar? And get a drink with me? Because I need a drink. I need many drinks. Because if I wasn't already dead, I'm fairly certain Brie would be the death of me."
Sir Francis blinked at his younger brother, completely taken aback by the request and the comment about his niece. “Erm… sure? You’re buying. What is Brie doing that is driving you nuts or is she really trying to kill you?”
“Do you need to brush up on your sword skills, brother? All that time behind a merchant’s desk must be making you flabby and slow,” Francis elbows him lightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time I had to teach you how to fight.”
They reach the pub and Francis pushes the doors open to go in. The sound of conversation and laughter, and glass clinking together can be heard as they make their way through the short entryway.
Gilzo’s draw drops, scoffing a bit as he whacked his brother’s arm. “Did YOU just call ME flabby?” He scrunched his nose, insulted - but only a little bit. He found an empty table tucked away in the corner and sat down. “Mr. I’m-just-gonna-hermoit-away-for-years-by-a-lake.” Gilzo stuck his tongue out like a child, which matched well with his current young appearance. “Hm. Do I look too young to order drinks?” @sir-arsalot
“I at least have something to keep me active,” Francis snickered and then canted his head slightly as he studied his brother. He never did find out how old the younger man had been when he had died and been raised as a death knight. “Maybe? How old were you when they…”
He gestured toward Gilzo as if that would convey what he didn’t want to say aloud.
Gilzo thinks for a moment. “I was 19. Can’t remember how close I was to my birthday though.” He taps his chin, contemplating. “Not that I remember when that is anyways. So it wouldn’t do me much good.” He shrugged slightly. Gilzo began rummaging around in his bag for something. “What’s the drinking age here again? Everyone has different rules.” @sir-arsalot
“Eighteen but people let young men drink as early as sixteen anyway,” Francis replied and waved for a barmaid to come over so they could order drinks and food. “So you’re old enough.”
A middle aged redhead came over carrying a tray of empty mugs and plates. She smiled pleasantly at them but the look she gave Francis suggested she won’t tolerate any fooling around from him. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not.
“Wot cannae get yeh?” her accent was thick and Tirasgardian but not quite Boralas. The war seemed to have given some Kul Titans the opportunity to leave the island nation. Francis wasn’t surprised by that.
“Well met,” he greeted. “I’ll have a Hearthglen Ambrosia and my little brother here will have some warm milk.” Francis gave him a teasing glance.
Gilzo stared at Francis. “Move a little closer, so I can KICK YOU in the shin.” Gilzo stuck his tongue out again. “I’ll have an anchormaker.” He paused before adding. “I’m paying for both of us.” He gave the woman a polite smile. He was dressed extremely well, so he hoped she wouldn’t question him paying all too much. @sir-arsalot
“Sure thin’, toots.” The barmaid rolled her eyes at them before walking away to take care of her burden and get them their drinks.
“Toots.” Francis snickered. He was enjoying teasing Davan. The former paladin leaned back in his seat and pulled one of the other chairs out so he can prop his feet up. “So why does Brie being a druid disturb you so much?”
"HELLO Big brother. Do you want to go to a bar? And get a drink with me? Because I need a drink. I need many drinks. Because if I wasn't already dead, I'm fairly certain Brie would be the death of me."
Sir Francis blinked at his younger brother, completely taken aback by the request and the comment about his niece. “Erm… sure? You’re buying. What is Brie doing that is driving you nuts or is she really trying to kill you?”
“Do you need to brush up on your sword skills, brother? All that time behind a merchant’s desk must be making you flabby and slow,” Francis elbows him lightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time I had to teach you how to fight.”
They reach the pub and Francis pushes the doors open to go in. The sound of conversation and laughter, and glass clinking together can be heard as they make their way through the short entryway.
Gilzo’s draw drops, scoffing a bit as he whacked his brother’s arm. “Did YOU just call ME flabby?” He scrunched his nose, insulted - but only a little bit. He found an empty table tucked away in the corner and sat down. “Mr. I’m-just-gonna-hermoit-away-for-years-by-a-lake.” Gilzo stuck his tongue out like a child, which matched well with his current young appearance. “Hm. Do I look too young to order drinks?” @sir-arsalot
“I at least have something to keep me active,” Francis snickered and then canted his head slightly as he studied his brother. He never did find out how old the younger man had been when he had died and been raised as a death knight. “Maybe? How old were you when they…”
He gestured toward Gilzo as if that would convey what he didn’t want to say aloud.
Gilzo thinks for a moment. “I was 19. Can’t remember how close I was to my birthday though.” He taps his chin, contemplating. “Not that I remember when that is anyways. So it wouldn’t do me much good.” He shrugged slightly. Gilzo began rummaging around in his bag for something. “What’s the drinking age here again? Everyone has different rules.” @sir-arsalot
“Eighteen but people let young men drink as early as sixteen anyway,” Francis replied and waved for a barmaid to come over so they could order drinks and food. “So you’re old enough.”
A middle aged redhead came over carrying a tray of empty mugs and plates. She smiled pleasantly at them but the look she gave Francis suggested she won’t tolerate any fooling around from him. He wasn’t sure if he should be offended or not.
“Wot cannae get yeh?” her accent was thick and Tirasgardian but not quite Boralas. The war seemed to have given some Kul Titans the opportunity to leave the island nation. Francis wasn’t surprised by that.
“Well met,” he greeted. “I’ll have a Hearthglen Ambrosia and my little brother here will have some warm milk.” Francis gave him a teasing glance.
"HELLO Big brother. Do you want to go to a bar? And get a drink with me? Because I need a drink. I need many drinks. Because if I wasn't already dead, I'm fairly certain Brie would be the death of me."
Sir Francis blinked at his younger brother, completely taken aback by the request and the comment about his niece. “Erm… sure? You’re buying. What is Brie doing that is driving you nuts or is she really trying to kill you?”
“Do you need to brush up on your sword skills, brother? All that time behind a merchant’s desk must be making you flabby and slow,” Francis elbows him lightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time I had to teach you how to fight.”
They reach the pub and Francis pushes the doors open to go in. The sound of conversation and laughter, and glass clinking together can be heard as they make their way through the short entryway.
Gilzo’s draw drops, scoffing a bit as he whacked his brother’s arm. “Did YOU just call ME flabby?” He scrunched his nose, insulted - but only a little bit. He found an empty table tucked away in the corner and sat down. “Mr. I’m-just-gonna-hermoit-away-for-years-by-a-lake.” Gilzo stuck his tongue out like a child, which matched well with his current young appearance. “Hm. Do I look too young to order drinks?” @sir-arsalot
“I at least have something to keep me active,” Francis snickered and then canted his head slightly as he studied his brother. He never did find out how old the younger man had been when he had died and been raised as a death knight. “Maybe? How old were you when they...”
He gestured toward Gilzo as if that would convey what he didn’t want to say aloud.
"HELLO Big brother. Do you want to go to a bar? And get a drink with me? Because I need a drink. I need many drinks. Because if I wasn't already dead, I'm fairly certain Brie would be the death of me."
Sir Francis blinked at his younger brother, completely taken aback by the request and the comment about his niece. “Erm… sure? You’re buying. What is Brie doing that is driving you nuts or is she really trying to kill you?”
“Do you need to brush up on your sword skills, brother? All that time behind a merchant’s desk must be making you flabby and slow,” Francis elbows him lightly. “Wouldn’t be the first time I had to teach you how to fight.”
They reach the pub and Francis pushes the doors open to go in. The sound of conversation and laughter, and glass clinking together can be heard as they make their way through the short entryway.
"HELLO Big brother. Do you want to go to a bar? And get a drink with me? Because I need a drink. I need many drinks. Because if I wasn't already dead, I'm fairly certain Brie would be the death of me."
Sir Francis blinked at his younger brother, completely taken aback by the request and the comment about his niece. “Erm… sure? You’re buying. What is Brie doing that is driving you nuts or is she really trying to kill you?”
“HA. Hahahaa. Haaa. Ha.” Gilzo’s mouth twitches into a stressed smile.
“No, she’s not trying to kill me. All I know. Is that. She runs off to Arthas-knows-where and doesn’t talk to anyone for several weeks and THEN. She comes back into Stormwind. And. Is suddenly. A Druid.” He grabs his brother’s shirt and pulls him lower so he can stare at his face in distress better.
“Did you know!? Has she explained anything to you!? At all? Because I have no idea what’s going –……” Gilzo gasps in shock even though he doesn’t need to breathe. “WHAT IF SHE’S A WITCH? WE’RE SO FUCKED.”
@sir-arsalot
“Davan,” the former Silver Hand knight calmly called out to his brother despite being held by the shirt and close to the younger’s face. Carefully he untangled his brother’s fingers from his shirt. “I am just as much surprised as you are that Brie is a druid and last I checked, the witches of Drustvar cannot shapeshift into animals.”
He straightens and brushes the wrinkles out of his shirt, “You did see her shapeshift right? I mean, how else do you know she is a druid?”
“Well..well they have all those Wicker beasts but…hnnghph….” Gilzo puffed his cheeks out as he was pried off his brother. “Well. First it was the arcane and fire thing so I assumed she was embracing being a mage, and then I realized that that was MOONFIRE. And then yeah, she shifted into a bird. But not a nice looking one, it was made of bones and twigs and leaves like the Thornspeakers. OR A WITCH THING. They do things! With twigs!?” Gilzo thinks for a moment, contemplating deeply. “Maybe not a normal witch. WHAT IF SHE’S AN EVIL DRUID? I heard a rumor there was a new witch on Kul Tiras. Her mom’s pretty evil. I. Am. Of questionable morality. WHAT IF. Me getting my humanity back is coming at the cost of hers!?” Another fake gasp. “I should be an asshole again.” @sir-arsalot
“Davan,” Francis sighed and ran a hand down his face in exasperation. He hadn’t had to deal with this side of his brother in decades. “You have been spending way too much time in Kul Tiras lately. You’ve picked up their ridiculous superstitions again.”
The older brother put a hand on Gilzo’s shoulder and turned him down the street so they could go to the nearest pub, “If you are so sure Brie is a witch, poke her with a silver needle. That will prove to you she is or isn’t one.”
He glanced down at the blonde death knight, “And since when were you ever an asshole?”
Gilzo huffs as he turns down the street to head to the pub. “It’s not superstition if witches are REAL.” He throws his hands up, equally exasperated. “Well, I didn’t have a needle, but I tried giving her silver and she turned it down! She said wearing silver gives her a rash! I don’t remember that ever being a thing!? Was that ever a thing?” Another huffed as he crossed his arms. “And what do you mean, since when was I ever an asshole? Do you forget who my higher calling is- has been..was?” @sir-arsalot
“No, I haven’t forgotten,” Francis rolled his eyes as he led the way down the street. “It’s been a while since I last set foot on Kul Tiras, but I don’t think silver is suppose to make a witch have a rash, just reveal their true nature. Your daughter isn’t a witch and even if she was one, you’re a bleedin’ death knight, Davan.”
He gave his brother a look, “Seriously. Death is suppose to be your forte and a witch from Drustvar shouldn’t scare you.”
