Apr 24, 2021
I honestly miss early days Nehm. Before things got crazy LOL
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I honestly miss early days Nehm. Before things got crazy LOL
Sketch practice of Nehm.
Nehmoras, he who is always confused. Only level 80 right now :’)
Pitstop Chitchat
It had been a while since he last visited Quel'thalas. Things were as he remembered them in the Ghostlands, though: dreary, eerie, and unresting. Tranquillien as on edge as always, but at the moment it didn't seem like there was much threat of the undead climbing out of the Scar. Nehmoras wondered if that had been different when the roft was first opened, regardless though, he was just glad that the little town of elves and Forsaken was relatively calm as he arrived.
Nehm set his satchel down next to him as he sat on a bench alongside the main road cutting through town. He raked his fingers through his hair to comb the recently trimmed locks from his brow. Having it this short again was odd, he'd gotten used to the weight. The Death Knight lwaned forward, reaching down to brush some prickly stems and geass blades from the withered Plaguelabds flora he'd trekked through from his boots, trousers, and robe. "Should be fine here for, for a, for a bit," he mused to himself. Sitting back up his eyes wandered to a sad little shrub nearby. "Maybe stay for the night? I think that, that, I think that should be fine."
His hand dove into the main compartment of his satchel. Procuring one of his too-many journals and a stubby pencil, he flipped it open to a page to look over the contents written in it. His gaze flicked up from the book now and then, like one on the lookout while cheating on an exam.
(Ok thAt is the right post @.@ @paladimwit here ya go!)
Maybe... blonde hair again...
❣- A memory that leaves them laughing (for Nehm!)
Memories rarely came to him as little more than flashes and glitchy snippets. Often, they manifested ; it wasn't so hard to tell it wasn't real but nonetheless it was quite annoying. He didn't think it was normal. But what can you do? Nehmoras doubted there was anything he hadn't already done to fix it, and right now he wasn't even sure what all that consisted of.
While he sat back on the deck of the zeppelin, shoulder leaned against the rail, one of these many pesky memories paid him a visit. As his eyes wandered over the landscape below and the going-ons upon the deck, he could hear a voice-- his own voice-- push through from subconscious to his eardrums.
"Take your glasses off!" Nehmoras blinked several times; with each shutter, a figure spazzed into view. Across the way, hunched over the railing. He could almost see waves past them.
His vision took off without the rest of him, a hand reaching out (his hand he assumed) to the seasick blur now right in front of him. The ocean was clear now. "I told you wear, wearing those would cause--"
The scene flickered bit by bit out of sight, but he could still hear an unfamiliar voice cut through the air. "I told you I've--" Static. "I've--" White noise. "--ve done this before!" Nehm had never heard this woman's voice before. He was pretty sure he hadn't.
"When did you get on a boat?" he scoffed to himself with a quiet snicker.
... Hm. Wait a sec.
Did anyone notice him?
Nehmoras glanced around.
Okay cool.
He shifted to rest his back against the post and cross his legs. While the memory was fresh he looked back on it, face scrunching up. What'djyou say that out loud for? His shoulders shrugged up with arms crossed over his chest. Oh well. It wasn't playing back any more, no need to mull it over, right? Yeahp.
Someone ran across the deck and up nonexistent stairs. "Get me some FUCKING ginger or I'm tanekin-- TAKIK-- I'LL BURN THIS MAN!"
The voice of an old man floated into his ears, a single, ever soothing and nasally syllable, "...Ma'am."
Nehmoras erupted into snorts, sputters, and hyena-like tittering. It was quiet enough not to hurt anyone's ears... but oh it was loud enough that most up on board heard the stupid noises. He didn't notice for a damning amount of time, then looked up and clamped his lips between his teeth to make his mouth as tiny as possible. Aww boy. He done it.
Time to slowly pull the hood up. Yeah. Better. This is a really big hood.
"This is a really bi, big, big hood," he mumbled into the fur lining. Now no one could see his face. Now they'd have to mind their own business. His lips oursed into a mischievous smile. "Haha... all he said was 'ma'am'."
(Thanks @paladimwit!)
A more filled out refsheet of Nehm’s Lookes
WIP of a new refsheet for Nehmoras!
He’s got BRAIDS in his BRAIDS in his BRAIDS so he can hit you with his BRAIDS in his BRAIDS in his BRAIDS