#discipleofhethiss

[death-shaman]

Ashes to Ashes

Dusk had settled on the island. The ritual had commenced and Taz glanced at his hand scrawled with blood. Fon’Watha was the only place he found peace, outside of that incessant Luna’lai that was ever present. Still...he enjoyed the lost woods of their island. The Island of the Great Apocalypse. A name that was wrought with disaster but currently teeming with life. He didn’t trust it.

The Darkspear was settled into the large open hut enjoying the crisp breeze from the ocean as the sun began it’s descent on the horizon. He twirled the vial of ash from the ceremony in his right hand as he thought then his glance returned to the dried blood on his hand. “Power.” He recognized it the sigil. Surely Zin’Vik knew he would recognize it. Perhaps that was his reasoning. The snake priest wanted the death shaman to think on it. What was written on his forehead? He had no idea and he didn’t care to look at the sigil. But the idea of “power” being one of the main things Zin’Vik attributed to him was curious.

An exhale breathed from within his mask as he stood up, still grasping the ashes. Now he thought of the question the Antu’jin posed the Dominion. “Where would you place this? Place it somewhere with meaning, somewhere you believe is important.” As he thought on this Taz uncorked the vial and poured the ashes into the hand with the blood sigil. Taz squeezed his hand into a fist and spoke a quiet voodoo chant, “Jang siame mojo. Loa atuad ju.” A bright purple flame erupted within his palm as his armor rattled. As often when he spoke his voodoo, the feathers and bones shook in response. They were soaked in mojo so that Taz could more accurately speak his voodoo without needing to dance as others may need to.

The purple flames ignited within his clenched fist as it singed the blood sigil into his palm. After a few moments, the flames had died and the Darkspear opened his fist to look at his hand. Now, the sigil was burned into his palm. A temporary reminder, better than blood and more powerful with the voodoo he had imbued within the blood. The snake priest’s blood was now bound to his palm. Not for any sinister purposes, but for protection. He had bound himself to Zin’Vik’s life. 

Trust given and trust taken.

[druidess-kiefie]

Ö!

Kie’fon is met face to face with Antu’jin Zin’vik, her head craning up to peer into his blood red eyes. “ ‘llo Zin. Ya lookin like quite da Venomancer today. Anyone evah tell ya dat ya tattoos make ya look strong an’ a lil bestial? Ya eyes too, dark red like some kinna cobra, matches well witcha hair.” She smiles at him and blinks. “Okeh, Kie gonna go now, bye Zin.”

[shoguru]

Cute trolls ♥

[mymistymornings]

😡: Worse role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations? | ❤: What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?

Thank you for the asks, @discipleofhethiss

😡: Worse role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?

Hmm, that’s tough. I think we’ve probably all have had some crappy RP encounters over the years, though they don’t really stick with me that much anymore. I think most of the bad roleplay encounters I’ve had have been due to some sort of OOC conflict. Ignoring brief interactions with random creeps, I remember a time years ago, in Wrath, where I was supposedly co-leading a guild with a friend. This happened a long time ago, and I roleplayed very differently back then. 

The friend was doing some sort of plotline related to his character, and for my character to take a very specific action. I agreed, only to have him berate her for it in front of the entire guild and basically remove her as an “officer” (Up until that point, I thought we had been co-leaders, but welp)  and promoting a girl his character had been courting.

It really stung, not so much because of what happened in the RP, but because he didn’t talk to me about it at all. He used my character as a plot device in a way that ended up massively affecting her storyline, without ever really talking to me about the plans. He basically demoted me ICly (I remained an OOC officer for a bit longer before I eventually started enjoying a different character more) in front of the entire guild without talking to me OOCly, and leaving me no real way to react to it. 

I was a lot younger when that happened, and I’d like to think I’m a better judge of character these days. But I think my main advice would be to keep up that OOC communication, and if someone repeatedly fails at that, it’s ok to let them go.

❤: What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?

Quite the opposite side of the coin! I’ve had a lot of good RP too, so it’s hard to pick. 

Before the launch of GW2, @vetinarivisuals , @wolftabard and I did some RP to establish our guild, The Wayfarers, that I still look back on very fondly. 

I’m only just sort of getting back into some more serious RP after a long time of mostly superficial stuff, so I’m hoping to build more good memories in the near future!

[undeadsuits]

discipleofhethiss replied to your post: im honestly surprised at how popular my crappy...

What u tryna say, huh? It’s very nice!! ♥

i mean like pictures of dei are really only liked/reblogged by mutuals and people she rps with

but apparently my troll shaman (whose name is Xamoti) is lit af and everyone loves her

[zandali-diva]

A golden coin wrapped in red silk kept securely within the mouth of a snake skull!

“This is very cute and all, but...a gold coin?  One single gold coin?”  Dij’ii peers at the little charm, at first with disdain, but then a smile spreads slowly across her face, “But it is clear you put thought into this so...thank you.  You will receive my blessing.”

[bitterandrotten]

I love u

i wuv u 2 bayybeee

[thenotsolittlelady]

Xah'jo would help others at his own expense, is kind of a hardass sometimes, but he can admit when he's wrong. A fourth one is he can probably beat anyone at a dancing contest.

Uh, the first one’s tough, actually. I want to say no, he doesn’t, but I feel like the answer is more complicated than this. If you asked him, he would definitely say “no”, dismissing situations in which he kinda did help others at his own expense as “irrelevant” like... “Nah, that was nothing. Don’t mention it.” He’s still a selfish asshole, but there probably is something good it in him. He just doesn’t want to admit it.The second one is true. I’d even say “kind of... sometimes” is an understatement... The third one is kinda true, but he hates to do it. Most people who know him well usually don’t mention it if he’s wrong. He’s most likely already aware of that anyway and pretty angry at himself for having made a mistake.

And the last one finally... Damn right he could!

Thanks for the ask! <3