#korva

[daydreamyart]

Korva compliments Scott fairly early on! This duo is nice and feels like lore/canon wise would be a lot of fun :3

1/7 Rats in Paris intros

[inkie-does-whump]

I have drawn another rat. Enjoy <3

[certainlylazfanblr]

A little self promo

Do you like Rats SMP? Do you like roleplay accounts? I do too, that's why i have made 2 Rats In Paris roleplay accounts! @world-famous-superstar-korva & @garbage-rat-official !!

[howliteart]

@brul replied to your post “B2 for talarik and eva? :P”

I had the hilarious mental image of Korva unwittingly delivering karmic justice via sitting on him or something because someone convinced her that was an appropriate thing to do

Sometimes I just gotta :>

[wearedragonrider]

Dragon for Korva the Diabolist?

For the diabolist the abyssal drake is the most worthy choice. Being bred with red dragons, wyverns and demons does that to a dragon, considering the demonic relations. The dragon itself has a breath attack that is half fire damage half unholy damage and were originally intended to be used as mounts for demon princes. (Though they were too unruly for that purpose.) I hope you like the suggestion! @wearediabolist

[kendoranel-blog]

The Feather and the Spectacles

[[ Continuation of Here ]]

The cloaked warrior stared down at her, still peering with a natural mixture of a scowl and curiosity. A shadow sage sounded similar to a priest or a magus who dabbled into shadow, but he wasn't about to simply write her off as that. People labeled themselves either appropriately or as a note of pride and the little elf didn't seem to be entirely too prideful at the moment. Still, even as she appeared harmless, the fact that she may have some note of shadow power was enough to keep himself from fully relaxing. Well, not that he would have regardless- they were in the Row, after all.

“Korva?”  He didn't want to think about his own apprehension towards possible shadow magic, as already his left arm felt as if his tendons were crawling. “That's a good name.”  He replied honestly with a nod, wondering where in Azeroth she came from.  It wasn't too often he found himself curious about another individual, but she was an oddly endearing puzzle. Well, for a stranger who had a habit of climbing people.

He watched her pull out her dismal amount of coins and then produce a feather, which while interesting, didn't exactly scream what it's worth might be.  His lips curled into soft expression of defeat as he drew in a deep breath, staring at her eyes for a moment. Damn it all.

“Here. How about this.”  He leaned over and took the feather from her hand, but left the coin. He eyed it briefly, quirking a brow before he soon handed the spectacles out for her to take.  

“A beautiful feather for a pair of enchanted spectacles.” He watched her as he rumbled to add, “I'm Farwyn. It's ah... interesting to meet you, Korva. Although honestly, I really would recommend against climbing people to obtain things you want.”    He hesitated in asking a question, not sure if she might spontaneously skitter up a wall or explode upon receiving the spectacles she desired so much.

[[ @illusionist-korva ]]

[kendoranel-blog]

A very small elf, just over four feet tall, bumped into the male with a soft 'upf' and stumbled back lightly, rubbing her nose before reclining her head to blink those ethereal amethyst eyes as she stared up at him. "Apologies," muttered Korva quietly. // @illusionist-korva

Farwyn was not built for stealth or sneaking. In fact, on his very long list of “kinds of people I would not like to be around,” stealthy sneaks were near the top. So while he wasn’t attempting to shroud himself or play invisible spy, the very idea that technically he was tip toeing about the Row was loathsome. He’d usually just stomp his way in and glower off by a wall, but this time he had to actually blend in and behave a little.

He wasn’t in his armor, which made him feel nearly naked when out on a contract. Instead he was in a mixture of black-colored traveling clothes, completed by a deep wine-colored cloak trimmed in silver. He’d tugged the hood up to casually hide his features. Unlike most Sin’dorei, his fel-tainted eyes reflected his unmagical nature. They were a slated gray-green and while they did glow, it was faint and lackluster. 

At least the large spectacles he wore helped alter his appearance somewhat. The dark lenses, enchanted, helped serve as a mask to tweak the vibrancy of his eyes to a more verdant green. Still… enchantments made him apprehensive. They never lasted long for him.  So, the warrior had kept his head ducked and his concentration on the task ahead- avoiding large groups of people, but not in their entirety. He knew there had to be a balance so not to catch attentio- 

He had been focused on his surroundings and his path ahead, that the Sin’dorei didn’t even notice the tiny woman until she had collided into his striding form. At first, he assumed it was a goblin and inwardly prepared himself… but a second glance had him staring down at an elf with vibrant violet eyes. Distantly, he was reminded of a companion due to their clarity, but the thought was lost as rapidly as it had come. 

“Ah… no, my fault.”  He rumbled to reply, trying to make his tone a little lighter and less like a pitted baritone who smoked cigarettes for at least half of his life. He had mixed feelings for how well it came off.  Still, here was an opportunity for him at least. 

“I haven’t seen your face before.” He surveyed her, nodding to himself. “You new around this part of the city or have I just been blind the whole time?”  If he really wanted to sell the part, he would have smiled but the warrior inwardly refused to push his comfort zone any further. So, his usual scowl was apparent even with the shadows of his hood. 

[[ @illusionist-korva ]]