#spectrisconsarcio

[haevatein-archived]

🔥 ‘ﾟ･ ( @spectrisconsarcio​ // )sc.

" No-- clearly I am the best company. You’re the second best. ”

[thornbolts]

🌻🌻🌻

Send me a 🌻 , and I’ll tell you whatever tf I want

I normally don’t crush on game characters, but Lady Liadrin is a completely different story altogether. Holy shit. @littlestcreampuff and @madnessofthefirmament know. Liadrin is who originally inspired my first ever RP character, @strifetamer .

Excited to finally start RPing my Forsaken Tidesage!

I wish Blizz would give us more canon about the races and gold worth. So far, here’s stuff from the Traveler book:

Forsaken can sometimes have no blood or ichor in them at all, and they cannot die by being decapitated or torn to pieces. One character, the Whisper-Man, was shredded to bits and was still cackling from his dismembered head. He then began reattaching himself with his other body parts. Makasa suggested burning his body to truly kill him.

And the vague:

Twenty gold can buy a person nineteen pallets filled with jerky and twenty codfish.

[quelbound]

❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s) :B

listen im such a big slut for ships you have no idea. give me an hour and ill ship it ( @foxfictioncentral can confirm). If you ever wanna discuss anything just hmu yo and we can try n plot some stuff out

[rimeforge]

spectrisconsarcio replied to your photo ““I love cats.” Uriel says as one of his own attempts to, and...”

(... is. Is that cat wearing a top hat?)

Yes. Yes he is.

[mciev]

💭💭 [from anyone :D?]

For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

“This one, in particular, is weird.”“Why does he refer to himself as Needle? Did they run out of original ideas?”

[drunkenworgen]

@spectrisconsarcio

...we’re not starting the six nippled worgen discussion again.

[huntinghim-blog]

spectrisconsarcio replied to your post: Why does her voice sound like she smokes 10 packs...

{ i always figured it was a conscious verbal aesthetic type thing? growling and short words (unlike the soft flowing speech of other nelfs) comes across as scary and intimidating. very warden-y }

that’s also possible! she’s very.. demonstrative? dramatic. she’s definitely someone who knows the power of appearances && impressions (she’s very dramatic in the illidan novel &&, as my friend pointed out, you don’t have marble floors in the vault with those boots for no reason-- she wants people to hear her coming) so i can definitely see it as something she’d do consciously

[whisperingashes]

Killer Queen

[Continued from here, @spectrisconsarcio.]

In the wake of the Legion re-establishing itself in a more permanent fashion, other forces had begun to stir and awaken: there hadn’t been any reports on the how but the what was that the Lich King had re-awakened. In the full glory of one who would destroy his enemies and allies alike, given enough time to do so. The undead had grown restless. Alliance and Horde settlements both who remained in the frozen wastes were being attacked, and there was rumor… Someone was forming an ice bridge reaching for the Eastern Kingdoms.

In Kalimdor the same rumor was repeated, regarding their own border. No one knew the truth… Even Needle. What Needle knew was that Zaznoba went missing about the time this all started. Disappeared off the face of the map, and logically the only place she might have gone, was the very source of all this action. He hadn’t been able to respond immediately, there was still a Legion threat to take care of…but…for the best reasons, that had quelled. Which brought them to now…

Being captured. Being bound. The gags, the chains: the queen.

Their queen, who they all looked to even as the Illidari did. Her full plate armor had been upgraded, darkened, twisted visages of skulls and bones cresting her pauldrons, the pieces of leather holding the buckles to of questionable origin, and her face shrouded by the darkest diaphanous fabric; a veil, and a hood in one, set upon by a crown of saronite. Unmistakable however, for the glow of one eye peeking through the skull-patterns in the weft. “He does not have to behave,” her voice boomed; always, she had been unable to rid herself of the many-voice, a defect in her engineering, but somehow it seemed bolder now. Louder…more commanding. The guards’ postures straightened to it. “Bring them. Follow me…our king wishes an audience.”

Already chained and leashed, it was an easy tug that brought them to - though, the one Illidari who had passed out from the pain of summons, she they carried: none of them were to be left behind in this holding cell, and the guards followed the authoritative hoof-clacks through the dark halls.