Sungrisk hates kissing someone after they’ve had something so ungodly sweet. Like, it’s that “chill in your bones”-type of sweet that he swears makes his Scourge-tainted mist change colors. If he’s willing to shell out hundreds of gold for a decent mouthwash to hide the bitterly cold Scourge breath he has, then the least they could do is not allow him to be on a sugar rush for the next decade.
Don’t ask him why, but Bho’jir hates oranges (the color, the texture, the pulp). Just. He will literally curse you into the next realm over in retaliation.
Enmesarra gets the title ‘Apothecarist’ as a sick, twisted joke. She was once the proud owner of the Azerothian equivalent of a cocaine-meets-opioid lab, and was as quick with her words as she was with slipping something into an unsuspecting rich guy’s drink to steal everything he was worth. As a death knight, her old “job” is doubly damning as she uses her drug-making skills with her unholy classification to spread the Scourge in the new drugs she passes out.
She is also hyper-allergic to mangoes, despite the fact that is her favorite fruit, ever. Every time Enmesarra eats one, she puffs up and turns the literal color orange, but denies being allergic because “it hasn’t been scientifically proven yet.”
Every dwarf has the knowledge of what they are made up of (diamonds, sapphires, clay, limestone, etc…), and it’s an incredibly private matter. Singlar doesn’t let just anyone know about the fact he’s made of diamond (because, look, King Magni literally turned into a diamond and went immobile for nearly a decade, and whatever he has Singlar does not want to repeat). So as much as he’d love to say ‘Diamond-Tipped’ means his genitalia, it doesn’t. (On the flip side, when he uses his racial ability to become stone, his skin turns into a steel-grey diamond. It looks pretty cool.)
Khkoaytsma uses the title ‘Liberated,’ though it’s really only used in draenic/shamanic ceremonies. Similarly to those that escaped the Soul Engine and experiments of the orcish Horde (in the Outland and on Draenor), she and others that hold the title are few and far between. It is more symbolic than an actual position, but they can share their trauma with a single word than having to relive it.
Each of them has had their moments of luck, where either fate will intervene to help or make a situation that much worse (but eventually get luckier later). Bhoj’ir is the luckiest out of them all (10 out of 10), but hates to admit that it’s luck and not “skill.” Then (out of the main ones) it comes Totality (who doesn’t believe in luck but often blushes at the thought of being called ‘lucky’, with him being 8 out of 10), K’ure (who uses it to her advantage as best as she can, 7 out of 10), then Ereish (who hates the thought of not being lucky, but she’s like, a 3 out of 10, lol).
Ahilyah spent decades in the Emerald Dream after she was infected, attempting to control her worgen sickness with the help of those in the Dream. When she succeeded, she emerged with other night elves when the Gilneans were cured of the madness (to reintegrate into society). Due to the fact she spent so long in the Dream, the warrior can sense so many more connections between everything, sometimes disorienting her if she’s close to a leyline/Dream entrance.
Despite the fact that her fingers have been nearly worn down to the bone (from the cold or a furnace, she cannot tell), Rohinii is very delicate with her detailing work for jewelcrafting commissions. Silver and saronite is her favorite combination, somewhat of an obsession for her to work with it as it gives her some catharsis whenever she feels stressed out (almost like smoking? but not as damaging in the long run).
Hjörrdís paints her nails glow-in-the-dark so she doesn’t accidentally hurt herself. She says it’s because she isn’t used to being “so leathery,” but really it’s because she can’t stand seeing how malformed her body has become since choosing to follow Illidan (and c’mon, glow in the dark nails are so cool).
How did Singlar lose his wife? Did he feel he lost her through his own negligence or ineptitude, or does he blame someone else for her death? Has he ever considered looking for a way to bring her back from the dead? Would he ever consider that?
(Thanks for the ask, @calabren-iarian !)
THIS IS LARGELY MY FAVORITE THING TO TRY AND WRITE??? It came out in an rp AGES ago with Singlar’s mun, and he was like (oocly) “what if you were my wife but I thought I’d lost you?” during a really sad part of an rp. It ripped my heart out and it’s been that way forever.
It’s evolved from something akin to screaming into the void to something else less screamy.
Singlar was pretty young as a dwarf – few decades old, probably 60 or so – and he was out exploring with his older brother, Kóri. They were out, being stupid “young” guys, when they came upon a night elf village. They weren’t used to meeting any of the other races beyond dwarves, gnomes, and humans, and the elves were… gorgeous, to say the least. Kóri would joke at Singlar about “staring too long,” but as a young paladin, the starlight that emanated from their eyes was intoxicating.
Though he and his brother left the village after a particularly bad cold snap (it was only like a few days before the weather opened up), Singlar had developed a major crush on the elf that would become his wife. It took maybe ten years before they actually got married, and they stayed that way for almost 80 years (so he’d be roughly 150-160 when she “died”). They’d made a home in the mountain ranges between Mount Hyjal/Felwood/Winterspring, and they were pretty happy.
Emerald Dream portals would open randomly though, and the village they lived in believed they were well defended, so no one left. Singlar left to go visit his brother in Ironforge (for some business) and left Zaha’a alone at their home. When Singlar returned a few weeks later, it was a gory mess: the village was reduced to smoldering ash, fresh corpses of elves and worgen were everywhere, and Singlar couldn’t find his wife anywhere among the survivors. So, he thought she’d perished.
For another 90+ years, he held a hatred for elves and worgen (and anyone that could turn into one tbh). He blamed himself for staying too long in Ironforge, for not taking the first boat and being delayed by a few extra hours, for not bringing his wife along in the first place.
Since there wasn’t anything left of her – possessions, body, even a photo – Singlar was left with nothing of his wife, but her visage haunted him every day for nearly 50 years. He went and drank himself nearly to death, until the kingdoms of men started asking for the other races to help build up their cities. He spent the next few decades working, drinking, sleeping with everyone, and refusing to allow himself to grieve or let go of his anger. He got sick, and sicker, and sickest of all when the orcs invaded Azeroth. He was one of the first to put his skills into the armies for the Alliance, and used it as an excuse to shed blood.
(Even that left him so very hollow inside, and it did not feel good to watch the blood go down the drain after a battle.)
When his commanders realized what he was doing, he was sent to Silithus to keep the supply chains there flowing for the Alliance and keep them as long as possible from the Horde. It was only when he touched down in Stormwind and was given the orders to go did he see Ahilyah for the first (and only) time fully decked out in her commander’s armor – at the time, he didn’t know she was his commander and was pretty awful to her, but she let it slide – as they were both introduced to the other members of their team.
All seven of them left to go to Silithus. Eventually, after battles and literal years spent in the bug-infested cesspool, everyone but Singlar and Ahilyah died or were transferred. They didn’t get any other teammates, and it was just them holding down an entire outpost.
They grew comfortable, enough to drink and sleep in the same room together (more for camaraderie than anything else), and eventually they started sharing their lives. She told him about her explorations and commander school, he told her how it was to grow up in the heart of a mountain; he explained paladin teachings (that he often scoffed at in the same breath of whispering his prayers to the Light), she explained beautiful and terrifying worlds beyond their touch that only a few could (or would) ever see. They were friends.
Between fighting the Horde and the old god worshippers and the bugs, Ahilyah was often given secret missions that they’d go and usually sabotage Horde encampments (”don’t explain anything to me, and I’ll have no questions to ask,” Singlar would tell her), but one time there was a month of nothing. Singlar asked if the war was over, if they’d be released from this Hell and they’d finally go their separate ways; she explained she’d already been given her orders, and had been given plenty of mail about not completing it yet.
When he asked why they hadn’t gone out to do “another get-this, kill-that” mission, she explained it wasn’t that type of mission anymore. It was supposed to have them go outside of the combat zone and kill any and every Horde village nearby. She had twenty-four hours to respond, or she’d be court marshaled, judged by the king and his peers, and executed. (She still didn’t know which part of the kingdom this order came from, but it had an official seal. She had asked the high command for a repeat of the orders, but she never got one – so, she stayed put, mostly because of her morals and also because she didn’t believe it was a real King Varian-stated order.)
They had a screaming match due to misunderstandings until she screamed something in anger – basically “you’re such a stupid dwarf, I can’t believe I put up with you for so many centuries” – and he was like “????what????”
And then they had a very awkward reveal that she was his wife.
He was angry, hurt, confused, and felt like he wanted to throw up. He ended up camping out in the next outpost over, thinking everything over.
Ahilyah never did the mission. At this point the Alliance basically forgot about Silithus as the Legion expac started, King Wrynn dying, and the other Alliance leaders straining under Anduin’s leadership. He came back after fighting on the Broken Shore for a while (she was in Suramar for a time), but they went back to Silithus when the Broken Isles were secure.
Days before the Sargeras skewering of the world, they started to talk about things. Though Anduin’s reign was much different than his father’s, their relationship would never be able to heal. Silithus was going to be released so the people there could refocus elsewhere in the world, but so far it was just a waiting process.
They were on their way out of the zone (near the northern mountain range) when the sword came down. The group they were traveling with were able to get into a nearby cave, but it turned out to be a straight view of the valley; they’d be burned alive if the shockwave didn’t kill them.
And being stupid, Singlar kind of just stood in front of Ahilyah as they curled up in the corner of the cavern while Silithus erupted in flames. In the last few seconds before the flames hit them, he was like, “I wasted years over you.” And she just had to tell him to choose: the anger, or a clear future.
When the shockwave hit, everything exposed to the flames was horribly burned. Chunks of Azerite were thrown into bodies of people, killing some instantly due to the intense high while others were in severe agony. The dwarves and gnomes that sat in the cavern came out completely different, half infused with this rock that deformed their bodies but also gave them immense strengths they hadn’t had before.
Ahilyah ends up with horrible burns/scars across the right side of her body (and flecks on her left). The warrior’s right eye glows like the Azurite does, and parts of her scars sometimes glow if she gets too enraged. She goes into blind rages whenever she loses control of herself, going into a frenzy due to the Azerite in her system.
For Singlar, he’s got these giant rocks (kinda like the rock giants in Deepholm?) sticking out of his back, pulsing every time his heart beats. His eyes turn from an ice blue to brilliant gold, and the veins along his body pulse the same color. He’s got burns along the skin that isn’t infused with Azerite, and the back of his head/neck have diamonds/Azerite crystal hybrids growing out of it.
(The other dwarves and gnomes come out looking similar to Singlar, only with their own molecular type – some have sandstone/Azerite, sapphire/Azerite, etc. Each one’s experiences with the Azerite infusion range wildly to “this sucks” to “what could go wrong?”)
((I want to make an entire post about what gnomes, dwarves, goblins, and (maybe) humans taking baths in this stuff would do to them (being descendants of the Titan constructs and all), since the initial “explosion” can’t really be recreated. So it’ll just add to that layer of “well this might actually suck for us” by being so dependent on Azerite.))
For any muse: A petite human, one of the unafflicated from Gilneas. They use They/Them purely to hide their identity- and they appear more androgynous. They spend their days in taverns behind the bar preparing drinks and occassionally singing sailors tales to those who wish to give a listen, their hardworking and persistent in what they believe. They are skilled in cooking, fishing and have a nick for taking care of people with their knowledge of healing.
(Thanks for the ask, anon! Hope these are fun to read <3 Lemme know which one is more appealing to you lol)
Singlar is pretty rusty when it comes to a long relationship, but he knows a catch when he sees one, so would try to feel you out as friends before trying a relationship. He’d probably see you in the bar and guzzle down a few drinks before he had the courage (or adrenaline rush) to speak to you and ask you if you wanted some dinner later.
After the initial hook of asking you for dinner, the dwarf wouldn’t rely so heavily on drinking to get the courage to talk with you. He’d spend the better parts of many evenings by a cozy fire as you would share stories of the craziest (and probably worst) battle experiences each of you would have.
Though he is a paladin, healing isn’t his thing – he’d still be in awe of your skills, however, and would probably lose aggro watching you for too long. He’s very stubborn and would fight for you on any occasion, rushing head-first into the slightest danger if it meant helping you.
He can’t cook worth his life, but would make little trinkets in the shape of things that reminded him of you (most definitely a fish, a carving of a river in some sea glass, probably make a little instrument if he could find one that would pair well with your singing).
On the other hand, Totality isn’t quite into the Horde/Alliance war as most blood elves tend to be. He just wants to live and let live. He’s a bit of a dork and a little naive, but hearing you singing at a bar would mesmerize him. He’d sit and listen for as long as you’d sing, and afterward, he would sheepishly ask you what the songs were.
Not as smooth as Singlar, this paladin would ask if you would be in town for very long, and, if yes, would you want to have lunch sometime just to talk. He’d ask you all sorts of questions – do all humans sing like this? are you sure you aren’t part siren? what is your favorite shanty? could you teach him one? – until he’d be red in the face. It wouldn’t take him long to relax, but when he did, Totality would just love hearing you talk (or for you two to sit in silence; he was comfortable with either).
Noticing your healing abilities would be one of the next things he sees, and he’d ask if you could show him a few tricks. He was okay as a healer, but always wants to be more helpful to those he’s with and would appreciate anything you taught him.
Though he would wear a Horde tabard, he hardly calls himself part of its ranks; in a heartbeat, he’d follow you anywhere if you so asked. Some would probably frown upon that, but Gilneans lived so close to Silvermoon, and it wasn’t so long ago that you two could have met and your friendship (or anything more) would’ve been considered “normal.”
He’s not much of a drinker, but would consume anything you gave him heartily. Totality would totally help you style your hair/outfits if you asked, too, since he isn’t so good with actually making things.
I believe, to a degree, they all have. The most heartless I can bring to mind is just snippets that haven’t really been written yet but are major portions of my muses’ lives.
Nezzrra’s first and main demon, Z’ror, was summoned when she was about 7. He manipulated her from that point until just before SOO happened (so roughly a handful of thousands of years). She caught onto his tricks around WotLK and he fled, fearing she’d kill him (or worse, banish him forever), but they never talked about it until they arrived in Pandaria and she nearly died in the siege.
He tricked her for her entire life, and she doesn’t know how to progress from there. He kept sabotaging her demonology work so he would be the “only one” to possess her, and basically had really gross obsessive feelings toward her that ruined their entire relationship when she found out. They’re just now fixing it in Legion, but. Still. It’ll never be the same.
In Singlar’s case, when he found his home in Mount Hyjal’s peaks decimated by worgen (and most of the people dead or only body parts remaining), he truly hated everyone and everything. He turned to drugs of all sorts and sleeping with as many women as possible just to burn out the hate, but it only kept it on the backburner for him. He was sent to Silithus for ages with a worgen commander (Ahilyah) and he had to confront his hatred in full-force. For years. He’s been in Silithus with her since the Silithus campaign was a thing, and he’s only left the area a handful of times in the last ten+ years.
Ahilyah was given orders by the Alliance high command to just allow innocents (Horde, Alliance, and neutrals) in a nearby village to die to create a diversion for an attack no one knew would work or not. And he blew up on her, asking her how could she even call herself “human” if she acted so inhumanely against anyone just because of orders. He called her an animal, that she deserved to be culled, she was only in it for the bloodshed, etc… because really, he is an asshole when it comes to worgen. (Think Genn against forsaken.) In that same explosive argument, he found out she was his supposedly late wife, and well, he hasn’t gotten over that. They’ve both done cruel things, but this is the biggest example of it (Singlar’s pure hatred against people who don’t deserve it, Ahilyah’s readiness to follow orders no matter the end result costing her what little “good” she has left in her).
Rexxar: What would you do if you found yourself abandoned by your friends and family?
(sorry for the late reply! thank you so much for your patience, @unabashedrebel <3)
Though they have never served together until the end of Legion/beginning of BfA, K’ure and Singlar have had similar instances of abandonment/loss: the draenei lost her parents, and the dwarf lost his wife. The only thing that would connect either of these two would be the fact that they are the physical representation of “I’ll kick your ass, his ass, her ass, my own ass.”
In the draenei’s case, her parents in this dimension have died on a world in a dimension so far away it’d be easier to walk through the Twisting Nether from Outland to Draenor. She has been left her with truly no one to call “family” besides that she which she creates with Bhoj’ir. She has grown through the years, expanding her love and understanding of the worlds and their conflicts, while also finding reasons to harden her resolve when it comes to this faction war. The warrior now sits as a pessimistic, angry husk compared to the optimistic spitfire she used to be, and she really kind of hates it. K’ure has always been the type to say whatever’s on her mind, even to a superior officer or an enemy ten times her size, and especially now will fight anyone who attempts to force their “for the greater good” rhetoric on this ancient, tired warrior, because it is all bullshit to her. Despite her disdain for the pettiness of the factions, feeling like she’s being painfully dragged through every waking moment on Azeroth, she’s at least content with her life and isn’t a total dick to everyone that wants to hold hope for themselves.
On the other hand, Singlar couldn’t have come out worse: when he returned to their village in the mountains between Winterspring and Mount Hyjal for a random “business trip away,” he found his home ransacked and littered in a terrifying amount of gore, bodies of worgen and night elves torn to shreds. Of course, he thought his wife dead, and held a horrible grudge against any and all night elves, going so far as to refuse to even acknowledge their existence in the Alliance. He did the same to worgen when they became allies, and holds the same damning grudge against humans. He spent the next few decades after his wife’s supposed death sleeping with all kinds of women, drinking his entire life’s savings away, and, finally, ended up on the footsteps of Ironforge in a drunken heap with the opening of the Dark Portal. With his inability to work with normal forces, due to his hatred basically anyone not dwarvish or gnomish, he was sent with a small group to Silithus where they were to keep an eye on the resources being gathered between the factions settled there, where he stewed in his hatred for literal years until the beginning of Legion. While he ends up finding out his wife hasn’t died, his entire character arc takes a sudden shift right before Argus appears and only expands when Sargeras wounds Azeroth, making him suddenly see everything in a new light that he’s conflicted with even staying in the Alliance (mostly due to the fact he’s now having to confront his racism head-on, causing a lot of grief between him and his wife).
But basically: Singlar is a douchebag and I don’t know if he’ll have any hope of coming out on top of this due to his loss, and K’ure is just tired and wants things to stop becoming apocalyptic just long enough for her to take a thousand-year nap.
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