Welcome to STRAWMADE, a role-play blog for Valthar Dervas, a Scarecrow Undead from the Moonguard server of World of Wacraft, but his primary verse is fantasy with heavy Wicked / Wizard of Oz and horror vibes.
The content of this blog is restricted to 18+ due to the nature of the content and my personal comfort.
My name is André, my pronouns are They / Them, I am 31 years old.
This is one of my many blogs - however, I haven't been on tumblr in over 6 months full time.
My rules can be found here - it should work just don't be a dick and we should be fine -shrug-.
Currently I am switching between: Fuck who knows, but i’m usually on discord or landaullan
History:
While Valthar Dervas doesn’t remember a fair portion of his life before he was raised, it is said that he was either a member of the Defias brotherhood or / and that he was a living Lordaeron citizen in Hillsbrad before his undeath.
It’s not entirely clear who he was before his undeath, but it does point to both - his family was originally from Lordaeron and they settled down in Westfall. It was there that Valthar ended up becoming a member of the Defias brotherhood by proxy, but mostly due to the fact that his family ended up extremely poor and he felt that the Kingdom of Stormwind wasn’t giving the people of Westfall their due.
However, Valthar eventually decided to leave Westfall and travel back up to Hillsbrad. Not for the Defias or whatever else they were planning, but mostly for himself. His family was from Lordaeron and maybe there would be a place for him there.
After some travel around Lordaeron proper, he found the land of Amberside. It was there that Valthar settled down to work on the Docks. However, just because he was out of Westfall, didn’t mean it was fully out of him. He had gotten on the nerves of many workers due to his arrogance and eventually it caused several of the Undead and Living in Amberside to act out against him.
One night, during the festival of Hallow's End, Valthar was taken in the middle of the night and murdered. His body was put into the suit of a Scarecrow along with straw, wicker and leaves. It was a perfect sacrifice for Hallow’s End.
However, what no one expected was for Valthar to be raised inside that suit. Binding his spirit to it. It was a second chance and one that he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.
Physical Description:
Standing at five feet four inches, Valthar appears to be a Scarecrow. A majority of what is inside the suit is as follows: Straw, wicker, leaves and the rest is rotted flesh and whatever is left of his bones. Specifically, part of his skull, his hands from his elbow down and part of his legs and feet from his fibula down.
He does not, however, have any brain tissue and is rather possessing the body or what is left of it.
“Yes! I do!” Val that reached right into his chest and pulled out what looked like a bundle of straw. He then held it out for the other. And he’s he was cackling as he did so.
If Valthar wanted to, he could have acted out in rage. Allowed his hatred to take over, but he wouldn't. No, he couldn't allow it to happen. Not here and not now.
"I was turned into this by a witch," he states flatly. "Others say turned for my sins. Lusted after the wrong woman. Is that truly a crime?"
"I am more than just a pretty face you know." A bemused smile tilted the corners of his mouth for a moment. "I've been told I'm pretty good at problem solving now and then, so -- try me."
"And i'm more than someone made of straw. Bones all turned to dust. Nothing left, but the bitter truth of a life lived and failed." There was laughter as he continued on. "I need a name. The name. Her name. The one who made me like this. Comments? Concerns?"
I'm going to have to reply to things here and around eventually, but I got blood guard in pvp so.... i'm close to getting my elite rouge set pls pray for my sanity,
What keeps you tethered to your post, Scarecrow? The eternal watcher between neatly plowed rows, bearing witness to the cycle of decay and rebirth year after year. Do your limbs yearn to stretch and bend? Where would you go if offered the freedom to roam?
Wasn't that the question of the hour? What keeps him there. Does he yearn for something more? If he had the opportunity, would he do more? Oh, if he had a brain, no doubt there would be a fair amount of thoughts going through that head of his.
There would be a want to go somewhere. To have his own will. To strike back against those who made him this way. To show his anger in all it's glory.
If only such a thing was possible. Moments of emotion - other than amusement - happened to be fleeting. Only so much could go through that head of his and rarely if ever was any clear thought.
When clear thoughts did go through his head it was fleeting. Momentary there and then it was gone just as quickly. Never there too long.
"Does there need to be a reason? Decay is everywhere. Never changes. Tis the same year after year. Banding and stretching. Winter after winter. Does it ever change for anyone else?" His head tilts for a moment. "Does it grow in winter and freeze in summer?"
"There is no change." It was where Valthar believed that he would end it. Where he would stare forward and remain silent, but then his head tilted as he decided to speak once more. "There never will be."
“You're the same kind as that filthy San'layn, aren't you? The kind that can be a pain in the ass, am I right?” He asks with a sigh, massaging the corners of his head. “If that's the case, I'd advise you not to play with me and tell me what you want from me? My services as a hunter aren't free and I've got work to do.”
This isn't the first undead he's met, and unlike other worgen, he holds no grudge against them. Perhaps it's because his family wasn't in Gilneas when he fell? Perhaps it would have been different.
"Oh, you think i'm like one of them? Too many thoughts in their head. Having to think so much about what they do? About what they hold dear. I know about one. A few- has come near. More focused on his book. More focused on his plays. Not the here and now.”
“So many have secrets.” Valthar paused. “So many secrets.” So little time, he thought. It was wonder such an idea passed through his head - it then faded, like most things did these days.
"Not like them. One said I didn't have the capacity for it. Somehow, still trusted. While he's second rate."
Her eyes snapped open, attention pulled to the source of the voice -- repressing a shiver as the entity came into focus. "Not long at all, but then you do seem eager enough to make yourself known." It was unlike anything she had seen before, but that was not unusual in and of itself. Demons and the inhuman entities that she encountered often took forms that represented some exaggerated aspect of their true nature. "I'm not here to play games. If you have something to say, then say it."
“Oh, I can be known. I’m known because I want to be. Not that this existence is without cause or merit.” There was a tilt of his head, green eyes coming into focus. “I’m known to those who feel the need to see.”
“You would be surprised how much one can do with a flick of the wrist. The right word." He then leaned forward, closer, his green eyes glowing slightly. "I'm not here for games. Not your type at least."
"Now, how about you sit down. You listen. You wait. I'll be . . . behaving."
"Oh, you can say you care. That you don't see me as a monster. You. Will. Not." He says sharply, his head tilting. His green eyes narrowing. "You won't because at the end of the day, you have a live to life. Mine? Taken. Gone. Forgotten. Cursed in this existence."
You can like, reply ect for a starter from Valthar. I cannot promise how long or short it will be, but . . . it will be something. If you're a muliti, please dm or comment me your muse or I decide. Bonus if you comment or DM me an idea.
I'm going to try to do things here and on Land tomorrow... if the stars align and I feel decent. Though, I'm starting Icecrown tomorrow as part of loremaster and I KNOW i've done that zone or a majority of it several times over and i hate it.
"Do you?" A simple question in return, even though Valthar did not respond with a proper answer. Why did he need to say it in the first place? Higher powers did little. They never did anything other than be there - stagnant and never show themselves. Why should he bother to believe in them? Why should he even dare say admit to their existence? "Do you believe it matters?"
