Dec 6, 2023
// The kind of respect biv gets from other half-orcs thus far b like:
Mar: silken baby face. babygirl. Canta: he looks breedable- Jari's kid bro: are you a fucking hobo??
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// The kind of respect biv gets from other half-orcs thus far b like:
Mar: silken baby face. babygirl. Canta: he looks breedable- Jari's kid bro: are you a fucking hobo??
Playable Race concept: Taunka
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*disclaimer: This is a post for fun, it is in no way meant to be taken seriously. I have thoroughly combed the lore before making this post and is just a “what if” scenario just for shits and giggles and is meant to be taken with a grain of salt.*
Race: Taunka
Faction: Horde
Languages: Taur-ahe, Orcish
Summary: The Taunka are descendants of the Yaungol. Spread far and wide, the Yaungol eventually evolved into various new sub-races depending on where they lived with those that traveled furthest north becoming the Taunka. Cold and unwelcoming or even aggressive to outsiders, they initially seem very different from their peaceful kin that live in Mulgore. Despite their faults, they have big hearts and an unbreakable resolve which allowed them to survive in the frozen wastes of Northrend.
After Bolvar’s defeat and the Helm of Domination’s destruction, the Scourge became more dangerous than ever and the Taunka were forced to evacuate and were welcomed as full members into the Horde by the Tauren and Highmountain Tauren.
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With those bright, strange eyes, the cat also kept her stare shifting between Mar and her burro. Finally glancing towards the open hand offered to her and with no hesitation affectionately headbutting said hand while rubbing her cheeks against the stranger. No way was she about to let the other animal steal away her deserved attention. Mewing almost in response to Mar’s voice as she began to bring in the big guns and let out a rumbling purr.
Dealing with races of all kinds had made it almost exclusively necessary for Larkdael to follow his gut feelings instead of making assumptions from appearances, like many humans seemed to do. So leaving little Kitten with the orcish-looking women didn’t even phase him and casually coming up to his belongings he kneeled down next to the large backpack. Only one pouch seemed to be truly tampered with and he used a finger to pull it open, looking inside and saw nothing but crumbs. Had he had food leftover? Lark made a face and scrunched up his nose as the only thing he could think that would have been there was an old piece of stall bread. Who knows how long it had been there. It had been so long since he had gone through his things properly but other than the questionable bread, nothing else seemed to be touched.
The young man turned his body just enough so he could look behind him to see greetings were going well with Kitten. As they always did providing the company was tolerant of her. A soft smile stayed placed on his lips at the scene and he rose to his full height once more. It had been sometime since his precious cat had got some proper socializing. Making his way back to the gathering, “Her name is Kitten, if you wanted to know. Doubt she cares what you call her though, s’long as you pet her.” he said with a hearty chuckle. “She is full grown too, believe it or not.” It was still difficult for him to believe now and again too because of her small size. He did snap himself back to what was at hand as he made his way back to them completely. His cat seemed much more occupied with Mar and only twitched an ear at her human’s approach.
“Oh, and the jenny, uhhh, I think she ate some past-due bread… other than that, everything seems fine. Can she eat bread?” There was a small amount of concern in his voice as his smile dropped into a tiny frown. His brow knitting together ever so slightly. He was no expert by any means on animals, when he first got his cat he had read books on feline care for days having never even owned a pet of his own before.
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The box had been carefully collected. Most of its contents aged; items that were no longer useful to him but still good. The clothing in it worn but had been cared for. Toys he had grown out of. Or simply things he no longer wanted.
Lesser quality items, those broken or breaking, went into another box to be trashed. But this box, the one full of things he had cared for or went relatively unused, still held value. Even if no longer to him. There were others in Stormwind, many of them, that would love these things.
Among the items, of course, the one to draw the half-orcs attention was a pale wood sword. Cared for, used, loved, but had not been useful for at least a decade. Still, it was sturdy and the leather binding the hilt had yet to shrink or crack. The blade, despite being wood, was heavy and had likely had weight added.
“Oh, that was my practice sword.”
Maybe it was the embarrassment of Mar seeing something from his childhood (or maybe he had been a terrible swordsman when he first began), but once the smallsword was raised, his ears dropped a little. The tiniest of defensive motions, complete with an uneasy but earnest smile.
“I hope the matron doesn’t mind, but I think the children might like it. If it can inspire them, then perhaps it can still do some good.” He smirked a little at the idea, allowing the thought to booey his spirit.
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With a black sun hanging in an orange sky and a persistent killer at the door, Lothric and Lorian can accept that they won’t have much longer to live. And yet they can’t accept it. They always knew it would end this way, and that they’ve achieved the best possible outcome no matter which disaster kills them first. But they’re selfish enough to want to keep living, possibilities be damned. So Lothric prays to his gods. Daily. Hourly. He doesn’t want to die. He doesn’t know what to ask for. He just asks, in case something is available that he’s not aware of. It’s the whole point of faith, isn’t it?
The idea of creating a gate to another universe is meaningless to someone who’s unaware of how many universes there are. But the Angels know of other worlds; they already know which world they’ll take refuge in when this present one crumbles to nothing. And they like the devotion that this particular follower has shown them. His soul is the most powerful energy source in his world besides the Flame itself, and it’s powerful enough to create a gate to somewhere else. And he’s asking so earnestly, too. So the Angels take the power Lothric offers them, create a portal, and send the brothers through.
When something starts to happen, Lothric is elated and full of hope. Lorian is not. Lorian isn’t religious at all. He doesn’t even know what’s happening until it’s happened, all he knows is that he doesn’t appreciate it. So as Lothric embraces the trip, Lorian fights it with everything he’s got. They travel through the gate together...until they don’t. Lorian falls out of the journey prematurely. He materializes dizzily in some farmer’s field, alone. Lothric makes it all the way to the unknown intended destination, a hotspot for world-jumpers.
Lothric’s cursed soul is enormous. Most of the time when he performs a miracle, he barely feels a strain. Every now and then, he’ll perform a miracle that’s so impressive and uses so much energy it will leave him dizzy and out of breath. This gate between worlds, the project he created without knowing what it was, is also the most ambitious miracle he’s ever cast. First, he doesn’t know what to expect, then he feels something like a log slamming into his chest, then he feels nothing, nothing at all. He’s unconscious before he hits the ground.
All Mar knows is that she’s on her way home from work and sees a small crowd of opportunists pulling gold jewelry off the hood of a 12-foot tall human who’s dressed in rags and lying in the dirt. For all he’s (not) moving, he could be dead.
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The Fortuneteller grabs Jainas Hand and humms: "I see a bluehaired Halfelf...!"
Fortune Teller: Randomly Generated Number of Children Jaina Has With Her Ship Partner
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(One)
“…..one?”
Jaina stood taller as she walked away, thinking. Her stride was lighter, more carefree. She suddenly noticed how the white light of the morning streamed in beautifully through the overcast sky over the harbor. She said hello to everyone she passed as a girlish grin spread onto her freckled cheeks.
“One.”
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Melanthe watched the woman carefully, nervous of her sword given she didn't know Mar beyond their first meeting. While it was possible the half-orc meant her no harm, she couldn't know for certain, so she at least remained alert, if nothing else. She dipped down a little to help the injured lady up and onto her feet, bearing a soft, empathetic smile.
"A farm? Yes, I think I see it, actually," she nodded, bringing her gaze towards the glimmer of light in the distance, now that the sun was nearly gone from the skies. Darkness was settling in surprisingly quickly. "I can knock as well for you," she added, carefully moving along at a slow pace, so as to allow the half-orc to keep up with her easily and without further (added) pain.
"If I may be so bold as to ask, you are a half-orc, yes? I hope this is alright to talk about? I mean no offense by it. Just curious, really." Because of what Mar had said. Because of her scoff. "Most people look at me and see a Ren'dorei as well, and thus far I have encountered just a little hostility because of it. They've every right not to trust the void, but.. Meh. I apologize, I'm rambling, heh." (( @halforc-mercenary ))