Sungrisk hates kissing someone after they’ve had something so ungodly sweet. Like, it’s that “chill in your bones”-type of sweet that he swears makes his Scourge-tainted mist change colors. If he’s willing to shell out hundreds of gold for a decent mouthwash to hide the bitterly cold Scourge breath he has, then the least they could do is not allow him to be on a sugar rush for the next decade.
Don’t ask him why, but Bho’jir hates oranges (the color, the texture, the pulp). Just. He will literally curse you into the next realm over in retaliation.
Enmesarra gets the title ‘Apothecarist’ as a sick, twisted joke. She was once the proud owner of the Azerothian equivalent of a cocaine-meets-opioid lab, and was as quick with her words as she was with slipping something into an unsuspecting rich guy’s drink to steal everything he was worth. As a death knight, her old “job” is doubly damning as she uses her drug-making skills with her unholy classification to spread the Scourge in the new drugs she passes out.
She is also hyper-allergic to mangoes, despite the fact that is her favorite fruit, ever. Every time Enmesarra eats one, she puffs up and turns the literal color orange, but denies being allergic because “it hasn’t been scientifically proven yet.”
Every dwarf has the knowledge of what they are made up of (diamonds, sapphires, clay, limestone, etc…), and it’s an incredibly private matter. Singlar doesn’t let just anyone know about the fact he’s made of diamond (because, look, King Magni literally turned into a diamond and went immobile for nearly a decade, and whatever he has Singlar does not want to repeat). So as much as he’d love to say ‘Diamond-Tipped’ means his genitalia, it doesn’t. (On the flip side, when he uses his racial ability to become stone, his skin turns into a steel-grey diamond. It looks pretty cool.)
Khkoaytsma uses the title ‘Liberated,’ though it’s really only used in draenic/shamanic ceremonies. Similarly to those that escaped the Soul Engine and experiments of the orcish Horde (in the Outland and on Draenor), she and others that hold the title are few and far between. It is more symbolic than an actual position, but they can share their trauma with a single word than having to relive it.
Each of them has had their moments of luck, where either fate will intervene to help or make a situation that much worse (but eventually get luckier later). Bhoj’ir is the luckiest out of them all (10 out of 10), but hates to admit that it’s luck and not “skill.” Then (out of the main ones) it comes Totality (who doesn’t believe in luck but often blushes at the thought of being called ‘lucky’, with him being 8 out of 10), K’ure (who uses it to her advantage as best as she can, 7 out of 10), then Ereish (who hates the thought of not being lucky, but she’s like, a 3 out of 10, lol).
Ahilyah spent decades in the Emerald Dream after she was infected, attempting to control her worgen sickness with the help of those in the Dream. When she succeeded, she emerged with other night elves when the Gilneans were cured of the madness (to reintegrate into society). Due to the fact she spent so long in the Dream, the warrior can sense so many more connections between everything, sometimes disorienting her if she’s close to a leyline/Dream entrance.
Despite the fact that her fingers have been nearly worn down to the bone (from the cold or a furnace, she cannot tell), Rohinii is very delicate with her detailing work for jewelcrafting commissions. Silver and saronite is her favorite combination, somewhat of an obsession for her to work with it as it gives her some catharsis whenever she feels stressed out (almost like smoking? but not as damaging in the long run).
Hjörrdís paints her nails glow-in-the-dark so she doesn’t accidentally hurt herself. She says it’s because she isn’t used to being “so leathery,” but really it’s because she can’t stand seeing how malformed her body has become since choosing to follow Illidan (and c’mon, glow in the dark nails are so cool).
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Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood
How did Singlar lose his wife? Did he feel he lost her through his own negligence or ineptitude, or does he blame someone else for her death? Has he ever considered looking for a way to bring her back from the dead? Would he ever consider that?
(Thanks for the ask, @calabren-iarian !)
THIS IS LARGELY MY FAVORITE THING TO TRY AND WRITE??? It came out in an rp AGES ago with Singlar’s mun, and he was like (oocly) “what if you were my wife but I thought I’d lost you?” during a really sad part of an rp. It ripped my heart out and it’s been that way forever.
It’s evolved from something akin to screaming into the void to something else less screamy.
Singlar was pretty young as a dwarf – few decades old, probably 60 or so – and he was out exploring with his older brother, Kóri. They were out, being stupid “young” guys, when they came upon a night elf village. They weren’t used to meeting any of the other races beyond dwarves, gnomes, and humans, and the elves were… gorgeous, to say the least. Kóri would joke at Singlar about “staring too long,” but as a young paladin, the starlight that emanated from their eyes was intoxicating.
Though he and his brother left the village after a particularly bad cold snap (it was only like a few days before the weather opened up), Singlar had developed a major crush on the elf that would become his wife. It took maybe ten years before they actually got married, and they stayed that way for almost 80 years (so he’d be roughly 150-160 when she “died”). They’d made a home in the mountain ranges between Mount Hyjal/Felwood/Winterspring, and they were pretty happy.
Emerald Dream portals would open randomly though, and the village they lived in believed they were well defended, so no one left. Singlar left to go visit his brother in Ironforge (for some business) and left Zaha’a alone at their home. When Singlar returned a few weeks later, it was a gory mess: the village was reduced to smoldering ash, fresh corpses of elves and worgen were everywhere, and Singlar couldn’t find his wife anywhere among the survivors. So, he thought she’d perished.
For another 90+ years, he held a hatred for elves and worgen (and anyone that could turn into one tbh). He blamed himself for staying too long in Ironforge, for not taking the first boat and being delayed by a few extra hours, for not bringing his wife along in the first place.
Since there wasn’t anything left of her – possessions, body, even a photo – Singlar was left with nothing of his wife, but her visage haunted him every day for nearly 50 years. He went and drank himself nearly to death, until the kingdoms of men started asking for the other races to help build up their cities. He spent the next few decades working, drinking, sleeping with everyone, and refusing to allow himself to grieve or let go of his anger. He got sick, and sicker, and sickest of all when the orcs invaded Azeroth. He was one of the first to put his skills into the armies for the Alliance, and used it as an excuse to shed blood.
(Even that left him so very hollow inside, and it did not feel good to watch the blood go down the drain after a battle.)
When his commanders realized what he was doing, he was sent to Silithus to keep the supply chains there flowing for the Alliance and keep them as long as possible from the Horde. It was only when he touched down in Stormwind and was given the orders to go did he see Ahilyah for the first (and only) time fully decked out in her commander’s armor – at the time, he didn’t know she was his commander and was pretty awful to her, but she let it slide – as they were both introduced to the other members of their team.
All seven of them left to go to Silithus. Eventually, after battles and literal years spent in the bug-infested cesspool, everyone but Singlar and Ahilyah died or were transferred. They didn’t get any other teammates, and it was just them holding down an entire outpost.
They grew comfortable, enough to drink and sleep in the same room together (more for camaraderie than anything else), and eventually they started sharing their lives. She told him about her explorations and commander school, he told her how it was to grow up in the heart of a mountain; he explained paladin teachings (that he often scoffed at in the same breath of whispering his prayers to the Light), she explained beautiful and terrifying worlds beyond their touch that only a few could (or would) ever see. They were friends.
Between fighting the Horde and the old god worshippers and the bugs, Ahilyah was often given secret missions that they’d go and usually sabotage Horde encampments (”don’t explain anything to me, and I’ll have no questions to ask,” Singlar would tell her), but one time there was a month of nothing. Singlar asked if the war was over, if they’d be released from this Hell and they’d finally go their separate ways; she explained she’d already been given her orders, and had been given plenty of mail about not completing it yet.
When he asked why they hadn’t gone out to do “another get-this, kill-that” mission, she explained it wasn’t that type of mission anymore. It was supposed to have them go outside of the combat zone and kill any and every Horde village nearby. She had twenty-four hours to respond, or she’d be court marshaled, judged by the king and his peers, and executed. (She still didn’t know which part of the kingdom this order came from, but it had an official seal. She had asked the high command for a repeat of the orders, but she never got one – so, she stayed put, mostly because of her morals and also because she didn’t believe it was a real King Varian-stated order.)
They had a screaming match due to misunderstandings until she screamed something in anger – basically “you’re such a stupid dwarf, I can’t believe I put up with you for so many centuries” – and he was like “????what????”
And then they had a very awkward reveal that she was his wife.
He was angry, hurt, confused, and felt like he wanted to throw up. He ended up camping out in the next outpost over, thinking everything over.
Ahilyah never did the mission. At this point the Alliance basically forgot about Silithus as the Legion expac started, King Wrynn dying, and the other Alliance leaders straining under Anduin’s leadership. He came back after fighting on the Broken Shore for a while (she was in Suramar for a time), but they went back to Silithus when the Broken Isles were secure.
Days before the Sargeras skewering of the world, they started to talk about things. Though Anduin’s reign was much different than his father’s, their relationship would never be able to heal. Silithus was going to be released so the people there could refocus elsewhere in the world, but so far it was just a waiting process.
They were on their way out of the zone (near the northern mountain range) when the sword came down. The group they were traveling with were able to get into a nearby cave, but it turned out to be a straight view of the valley; they’d be burned alive if the shockwave didn’t kill them.
And being stupid, Singlar kind of just stood in front of Ahilyah as they curled up in the corner of the cavern while Silithus erupted in flames. In the last few seconds before the flames hit them, he was like, “I wasted years over you.” And she just had to tell him to choose: the anger, or a clear future.
When the shockwave hit, everything exposed to the flames was horribly burned. Chunks of Azerite were thrown into bodies of people, killing some instantly due to the intense high while others were in severe agony. The dwarves and gnomes that sat in the cavern came out completely different, half infused with this rock that deformed their bodies but also gave them immense strengths they hadn’t had before.
Ahilyah ends up with horrible burns/scars across the right side of her body (and flecks on her left). The warrior’s right eye glows like the Azurite does, and parts of her scars sometimes glow if she gets too enraged. She goes into blind rages whenever she loses control of herself, going into a frenzy due to the Azerite in her system.
For Singlar, he’s got these giant rocks (kinda like the rock giants in Deepholm?) sticking out of his back, pulsing every time his heart beats. His eyes turn from an ice blue to brilliant gold, and the veins along his body pulse the same color. He’s got burns along the skin that isn’t infused with Azerite, and the back of his head/neck have diamonds/Azerite crystal hybrids growing out of it.
(The other dwarves and gnomes come out looking similar to Singlar, only with their own molecular type – some have sandstone/Azerite, sapphire/Azerite, etc. Each one’s experiences with the Azerite infusion range wildly to “this sucks” to “what could go wrong?”)
((I want to make an entire post about what gnomes, dwarves, goblins, and (maybe) humans taking baths in this stuff would do to them (being descendants of the Titan constructs and all), since the initial “explosion” can’t really be recreated. So it’ll just add to that layer of “well this might actually suck for us” by being so dependent on Azerite.))
You have chains, keeping you linked to something you'd rather leave behind. Maybe this is a bad family, traumatic event, toxic relationship... But something's keeping you trapped there, and you don't know how to escape it.
You can turn the chain around, to help you instead of trap you... Can't you?
People with yellow soul colors are perfectionists that strive to be their best. They are always analyzing themselves and others. If they feel dissatisfied with their work, they will reflect on how to make it better then change their ways to suit their needs. These people are often successful in everything they do since they set such high goals and strive to meet them.
Often cheerful, this type will crack sarcastic and dark humor behind a smile, making you guess if you heard them correctly or question their motives. They are fun to be around and often bring the “hey it could always be worse” ideology to the table, but fail to listen to it themselves.
Yellow soul colors are constant worriers. They are always thinking about what’s wrong and making sure they double check everything. This can be tedious, as the yellow soul color will often spend hours making sure everything is practically perfect in every way.
Independent and limiting themselves to a select group of friends, yellow soul colors are excellent for providing for their families and others. In fact, they feel unsatisfactory if they’re not the one bringing home the bacon. They need to feel important and get the support to do so, or they’ll worry they’re doing wrong and try to fix it.
(Thank you for the ask, @alliesweetsong-wra ! Sorry for the wait!)
Totality has always been really good with plants and cooking, but he’s absolute trash when it comes to animals, mounts, bosses… he may be a tank, but gods, does he wish he had a bit more sense when it comes to talking. He’s not very charismatic and can’t really plan out a strategy in situations that he needs to be more “politically correct” (keeping his mouth shut as much as possible in those instances), and it cripples him when it comes to… well, everything else that doesn’t require a heavy hammer. He has no speech strength whatsoever, heavily relying on his connection with the Light to interact with people, which only works part of the time.
On the one hand, Bhoj’ir would never trade his priesthood for anything in the world; on the other, he feels some pangs of jealousy toward one of his older brothers that decided to become a mage. The elementals and arcane-infused creatures his brother can conjure are nothing short of masterpieces, glittering like the crystalline structures akin to draenei architecture. Holding a strong relationship with magicks to physically create something somewhat sentient is a trick the priest wishes he could obtain. (His ugly little voidling is okay, for a parasite.)
Before she took on the name Ahilyah, she was Zaha’a. As the daughter of a very humble hunter/leatherworker couple, her parents taught her the ways of an honorable hunt, the careful tending of the best of their wares, how to and why they give offerings to Elune… everything that the Highborne society had forgotten in the height of its power, and slowly regained after the sundering. The elf had been eager to use her hands whenever possible, wishing she would eventually become a priestess of Elune herself to give more than just her wares to the goddess. She lacked the spirituality needed, however, and was unable to conjure any of Elune’s light to commune with. Ahilyah often wonders what would happen now, if she asked for the goddess’s darkest face.
