#si:7

[aleanas-silverquill]

Wasn't sure if anyone put up Renzik's journal yet (you can only get it if you play a rogue), so I thought I'd post it for anyone who's curious.

[scalycat]

Indulging in my SI:7 rogues obsession for a moment… I like to think they'd have different uniforms depending on the job?

And at the same time I don't think Shaw would care how you dress, but anyway…

[panfaristo]

I was pleasantly surprised that Flynn has a defense behind him in the form of two SI:7 agents. 1. Does Flynn himself know about this??? 2. Mathias guards and protects him so jealously? You'll never dare get attached to anyone again, will you, Mathias?

[pebsterino]

new characters :D

[embersoftheorder]

Send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim that i really like. - Nicole Kidman (or anyone else you think might best represent the Lioness!)

"They call her the 'Lioness."

Eld held up the picture with a curious look, noting the elven features and the golden aura about the woman. As much as he thought he looked curious to any onlooker it would always appear to be marred with grim lines and a hard frown. The witch hunter's blue eyes would lift from the photo as he gently laid it down on table to eye the guardsman in front of him.

"Who's the cub?"

The guardsman gave a chuckle as he struck a match, the soft flame dipping into the bowl of his pipe as he puffed gently with his casual grin. "That's what we want to know."

Smoothly the inquisitor would slide the photo back to he guard, the curiosity gone from him as the frown deepened. "I'm not a detective, Valdoon."

Waving away the match Valdoon would toss the smoldering stick in the ashtray with a grunt. "I am well aware of your talents and I assure you we know who need for this."

Candell was already rising to his feet, adjusting his tunic as he stood. "Since when do I qualify for SI:7 work?"

"Since the name Nimueh arrived in my agent's report."

The witch hunter froze.

Valdoon nodded softly as his former joviality faded, reaching forward he slid the photo back over to Eldridge. "You seem familiar."

The inquisitor stared hard at the photograph, no change to his grim visage as the blue eyes had grown hard as the iron he carried. "I thought she was dead."

"Hmph," Valdoon took his turn to grunt now as he chewed on the end of his pipe. "San'layn seem to have an 'in' with the realm of the dead."

Eld held the picture again now, his eyes boring into the crude but clear scene. A beautiful woman. A warm child. A hint of shadow in the background. The hands.

"Where do I find the lion?"

@themadamelioness

[hardsprocket]

Beats, Blades, and Black Ops, an introduction.

In the neon haze of Gadgetzan’s nightlife, few goblins shined brighter than Spetz.

By day, he was all flash—slick black suit, polished boots, and a voice so smooth it could sell sand in Silithus. By dusk, the suit vanished, replaced by a blackout hoodie and a pair of oversized headphones. Spetz spun electrified beats for a crowd of dancing goblins, trolls, and the occasional undercover worgen with glowsticks.

“Let tha bass drop harder dan a mech in a scrapyard!” he'd shout, the crowd erupting as magical lights burst overhead.

But when the party ended and the last drink was poured, Spetz slipped away into the shadows.

The hoodie stayed on—but the weapons came out, and the armor overlaid his torso.

Behind the beats and bravado, Spetz was an elite operative of SI:7, Stormwind’s shadowy intelligence agency. Few in the Alliance suspected a goblin was on their payroll, let alone one who spun records by moonlight and daggers by midnight. What better disguise than wealth and fame right?

His next mission? Terminate Grizzo Vexgrind, a ruthless goblin cartel boss who'd been funneling Black Blood weapons into enemy hands through a network of rogue smugglers and bloodthirsty mercs. SI:7 had tried spies. They vanished. They tried bribes. Vexgrind laughed.

So they sent Spetz.

Perched atop a crumbling ziggurat outside the cartel compound, Spetz assembled his high-caliber sniper rifle in silence. The wind howled. Steam vents hissed. In his earpiece, the handler whispered, “Green light. No witnesses.”

Through the scope, Spetz saw Vexgrind in a makeshift war room—arms waving, shouting orders, tossing crates of enchanted tech onto wagons bound for who-knows-where. Too many guards for a clean shot.

That’s when Spetz smiled.

He slid down the back of the ruin and crept through the ravine. His black armor blended with the rock, the only sound a soft clink from the combat knives strapped to his thighs.

He waited until two goblin guards were laughing over a dice game, then slipped behind them—one quick twist each. No alarms.

Inside the compound, he moved like smoke—dodging spotlights, bypassing arcane tripwires, and planting charges on ammo crates for later.

Then, he was in the war room.

Vexgrind blinked. “What the—Spetz?! Aren’t you that DJ—”

“Yeah,” Spetz said, flicking a switch on his belt. “An’ ta answer ya next two questions, yea, I’m good with my hands, an’ no, I ain’ takin’ requests tanight.”

The lights went out.

What followed was chaos—blades flashing, sparks flying, shouts cut short. When the backup lights flared to life, Vexgrind was alone, surrounded by dead guards and destruction. He reached for a pistol—only to find a knife embedded in the table inches from his hand, a note pinned beneath:

“SI:7 sends their regards. - Spetz”

His blood ran cold, and then down his front as the life was bled from him. One could say it was over the top, but Spetz was not ALWAYS subtle, especially when a message had to be left.

Outside, explosions rocked the compound as Spetz melted into the dunes, mission complete, but before he called it, he took his blade and carved a mark into his own chest, one more of many. “Ah..always tickles a bit.” He muttered.

By the next night, DJ Spetz was back on stage in Booty Bay, hoodied up, bass pumping, and fans chanting his name.

No one suspected a thing.

Because in a world of war, shadow, and gold—Spetz always played both sides of the beat.

[lucky0rchid]

what a gorgeous corpse mathias shaw makes.

(did i tell you guys mathias died in my canon? dm me if you want details!)