In the last hours of Wildstar, I spent so much time in voice. We laughed, yelled, and cried as we reminisced over old stories. Every funny moment, the times when we made one another emotional, dramatic reveals, and the great times we had in this game. The family we built will never die. We will move on to different games, but we still keep in touch... However, Wildstar will always live in our hearts as the game that brought us so many good memories. The game where we formed some of the strongest bonds. Our home...
The Direbog welcome new members into the fold as they are presented to the ancestors and welcomed into the village. Those who call themselves allies and friends to the Direbog witnessed the ceremony to induct the new blood into the family. The Temple was made ready and the three who would call themselves Direbog walked the long pathway to the First Matria. Once seen by her and the ancestors, they return as full members of the tribe.
The ground trembled as the winds rushed through the canopy. A crackle of tempo that sizzled in the break of the moving water brought the magic to the surface. Life and Logic working in tandem both to give breath and order to what the Direbog created. The magic that flowed through the rock, the water, and into the very ground of the swamps within Cursewood pulsed as the eclipse darkened the skies.
Finally, the moon was gone, but in its absence came a warm green glow as runes flitted around the dancers. Sound seemed muffled and everything drifted like a dream. Time stood still in this strange place where the weave and the waking world collided. The Direbog continued their beats, the drumming reaching its peak even as the muffled blanket passed through the gathering. Dancers focused on their movements, and drummers trying desperately to push back the darkness.
Then suddenly there was howling, roaring, screeching coming from each of the Direbog. They encouraged their guests and beat the drums louder still. Horns were blown from the edges of the gathering as more and more voices howled to the darkness. More and more joined until... Like a bursting bubble the sound returned. Light flooded the circle and the moon was brought back to the sky. Cheers and roars could be heard with clarity as the Direbog’s spell had been cast.
Tonight was amazing as we had each primal represented at the circle tonight. I hope everyone had fun as we danced and drummed our hearts out. To those who enjoyed the little theatrics, we thank you for watching! Hope to see more folks coming around the swamps!
Who is this OC? This is my newest baby and max toon, Kaioth Starshine! I ended up taking him for a test run earlier today aaaand it looks like he’s going to be taking up a spot as one of my three main toons! [Retiring Abacus!]
A few things I learned as I started to play him:
I’m utterly addicted to the trope: Blind weaponmaster
I really liked the idea of somehow creating Aurin Jedi, so I did!
The way the aurin view the weave, and how the Jedi view the force isn’t that different after all!
A few important details that helped flesh him out rather quickly:
His tribe’s warriors were strong weave sensitive members who were very skilled espers.
They were all skilled in staves and a blunted sword that was made out of a very strange, but durable crystal substance that would brightly glow when struck. [Yeah, I know... And I’m riding this train to the station.]
Kaioth is NOT one of the tribe warriors, and was a simple tender that followed the village ways and trusted in the weave. He was a keeper of the caves where they harvested the crystals. [I’m terrible...]
Kaioth was not born blind, but he lost his sight to a fire flash at some point durring the escape from Arboria. He was offered the chance to have it fixed, but declined with the reason that he wanted his last visions to have been of Arboria.
I love him. He’s such a trope rip-off toon. I don’t cccaaaarrrreeee. I want to RP him a bunch. He is a Temple Tender for the Direbog, so he gets around Celestion and Thayd! Feel free to hit me up!
Sometimes my humor is so stupid... N and Toadie’s arm, everyone. N needs to be stopped! Also, this made me realize how tall Toadie is... Boy didn’t even fit in the panel.
He heard the call from further away this time, something he could stalk and hunt. Toadie had learned quickly that he was no match for multiple creatures, whatever these new things were crawling all over his territory. 'Mimics' was all he could piece together as they used similar calls to his family to lure out Direbog into the open. Smart hunters. Maybe they were something from the Eldan labs? They weren't draken or Dominion, that was for sure.
He heard the call again and moved through the undergrowth slowly as he made sure to keep a keen eye for any and all movement. Each unusual rustle or sudden movement off in the distance made him freeze. He didn't want to become another meal for these monsters. A hand to the wound on his chest, he suppressed a growl as he remembered the struggle. It bothered him that he never got a good enough look at the flowered beast that attacked its own. Behavior that seemed strange, but worked in Toadie's favor so he didn't mind.
There was a deep growling that came to his side as Toadie turned just in time to feel the brunt of a large paw slam against him. He barely avoided the claws, but crashed and tumbled backwards into the underbrush. Unable to really balance himself in time, he rolled and kicked backwards to gain more distance as the beast struck out at him once more. Roaring in frustration, the two combatants sized one another up, slowly deciding the winner through intimidation alone.
Toadie flattened his ears as his tail lashed behind him. Despite his best efforts he still managed to get snuck up upon. He could feel the panic rising and the fur along his tail bristling, but he swallowed back his terror and prepared to fight. This was one on one, which meant he would have a better of a chance to get away with his life going toe to toe with this beast. Baring his teeth, he did the best he could and puffed up with a deep throaty growl to challenge the monster.
At the growl, the beast slowed its pacing before shifting to stand back on two legs reinforced with strong iron bark. A thick tail covered in moss acted as counter balance to this massive creature that readied two clawed paws, forearms covered in the same impenetrable bark. Easily twice the size of Toadie, it hissed as the tail lashed behind it. A sturdy torso keeping it upright which was layered in heavy moss and vines that bloomed with flowers, giving the monster a dangerous beauty.
Not waiting to allow the beast the first move, Toadie raced forward with stalker claws extended to slice through the vines and moss. Too slow. A great paw slapped him off target and into a rotting log, completely splintering the rotten wood. He heard the snarl and pushed off to escape the slam of paws into the ground looking to crush Toadie into the dirt. Panting, he looked up in time to see the monster turning to roar at him with a maw thorny teeth like the flytrap vines. Thick creeper vines covered the face for the most part, but two bright orange eyes watched him with feral aggression.
Rolling and tumbling further away, Toadie did his best to avoid another blow from the creature. On the defensive once more, Toadie sheathed his claws to pull the fang dagger from his back. A sharp pain in his side made him growl as he forced himself through the pain. He was back in the ring where it was kill or be killed, and he was ready. Rushing forward again, he tried to race past the beast to get in a good swipe to its side. Dodging to the side at the last moment, he wanted to fake out the beast. There was an opening.
Pain. Another paw slammed into him and sent him sailing towards a rock. Back crashing against stone, Toadie let out a short sharp cry and did his best to move or roll from his position. His body screamed at him, but nearly as much as his mind yelling to escape. The ground shook under the weight of the beast lumbering toward him. Another paw swipe and he was sent tumbling across the small ring they had created for themselves. Hand still desperately clutching his dagger, he tried to get up. There was a strange tug on his body as he looked to his arm. Vines and moss everywhere around him started to move across his skin.
The creature stalked closer and Toadie's eyes widened. Vines creped over him and he wanted to scream. They had control of the foliage! They could manipulate the ground and turn the swamp against them! It had to be eldan. They were in danger, everyone was in danger! He had to break free. Anything to warn his family. Circling him, the monster hesitated as Toadie panicked. Toadie could feel himself slipping.
Toadie felt a surge of adrenaline and knew he had to escape, but there was so much pain! Then everything went dark...
Deep in the darker parts of Celestion, closer to Cursewood, the drums beat once more. The night of the bright moons shine down on the swamps and the Drirebog celebrate another lunar month. The feast is prepared, and the calls are going out across Celestion. Another reason to gather and share in family and friends. Strangers are always welcome.
