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My oc's as vines. Had a lot of fun doing it. I was laughing the half, these vines are perfectly described them.

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Nothing to say about it. Friend's Oc makes evryone shiver in fear.

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The original gang's children and their parents... basicly just the twins since Rheisa and Ran'drak got a lil' problem they had to deal with. But at least Taz's having fun with his kid and Ranaman found true love (finally) Zal'ju is just like that tipical bookworm as his father and Laire is just tired af 'cause pregnancy.

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Trying to get pork.... A tree hugger, a childihs hunter and a grumpy mage... who would have thought that they cant even kill a pig. Seems like the boys have to buy some food if they want to eat. ((That guy at the backround? He's just a random villigar.))

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Hooman Tazanor (Christopher Grahams) is officially colored!!! Such a huge improvement after the last piece of "art", but I'm still such an amateur when it comes to shading. He's the purest freakin ray of sunshine among all of my OC's. JUS LOOK AT IM!

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Today's art progress. Day by day we're getting closer to the OK drawings.

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Just a short story of the gang. Since the legion attacked Azeroth the four troll had changed in many ways. Rhiesa started questioning herself, Ranaman broke up with his love, so he is grumpier than ever, Taz finally starts to "grew up" and Ran'drak... he is there,to help the other, like always. A bit late from the actual WOW story, but I don't even know what's happening in Azeroth. Heavy rain washed the deck of the small ship. The waves were huge, skies dark, soul broken. It must be somewhere close to Darkshore. A woman was deep down, in the cabin. Orange, flicking candlelight, dolorous sighs, and small teardrops on a wooden table. She was in crisis. Nothing, but endless thoughts, ideas of how to keep living her life. Eyes closed, she raised her head up and whispered into the silence ’’Elune help me!”. No reply, just endless silence, the pain of stuck in between two worlds. The door opened behind the woman, breaking the silence with a huge cracking noise. A man entered the room, tall, but skinny. Slowly, he stepped next to the woman who was sitting in an old chair. The man kneeled down to start his talk, looking into his wife’s eyes. Reaching an arm, the woman grabbed the strong, three-fingered hand and laid her forehead on it. “What now, Ran?” Cried the woman and confined her husband’s hand even harder. After the death of Vol’jin, Rheisa’s loyalty weakened for the horde. The bloodshed of Sylvanas made her ponder away. Her sacrament meant nothing for her anymore. She won’t be a brainless soldier, who follows all the bloody orders that the mad leader gave and will give. But, she can’t go back to the alliance, no. She had done numerous crimes against them. However, they only know Rheisa as a troll. Only her husband knows her true identity. He, and the druid’s sister, Tristelle. Tristelle…. she could help, maybe… but she won’t. That’s for sure. The high priestess of Elune could turn a troll into night elf. Hopefully, if Ran’drak wants it as well. Or, shall they hide away from the world? Living their life happily ever after, apart of the two factions, maybe… joining to the Cenarion Circle? Thought, those went through Rheisa’s mind. Just in a second. “We will figure out. Soon.” He kissed Rheisa’s cheek and looked into her eyes. “I love you." They’d like to enjoy each other’s company, just for a little longer, but the conditions made it impossible to happen. Tazanor entered the room, gasping. He barely could breathe. Rare times, when he raises up his red bandana. Getting fresh air was easier that way. “It be no good out there. Ranaman…. he needs help!” Catching his breath, he said. “What? What are you talking about? We’re not even…” “Just come!” He stopped Rheisa’s question. With worried eyes, he ran up the crooking stairs, back to the board. By shrugging at each other, the druid couple stood up and followed the hunter. Upon the stairs, painful groaning and moaning could be heard. Stepping to the dock, they found Ranaman, building ice barriers around himself. As Rheisa has seen the action, she roared up. “What is this all about? You’re gonna sink us all. Stop, at once!” “Look around, hot-head! We are surrounded.” “By who?” Tried Ran understood the whole thing. Sudden moment, a hippogryph appeared above the ship, trying to land. “That’s why.” Groaned the mage and shot an ice-spike at the stranger. “Let it on the board! It’s just one, we can deal with it easily. “She pulled her daggers out.” Stop making a barrier, this ship can’t hold that much weight.” Ranaman grunted and led his arms to fall next to his body. “Here you go. Take care of it!” He stepped back, hiding his hands under his cape. “Prepare yourself!” Shouted Rheisa and transformed into a panther. Taz flexed his bow’s string placing an arrow on it. The flying mount finally landed and two people jumped down from it. Both of them wore a hood and probably were night elves. “Rheisa!” The one with long white hair greeted. ”You’re a tricky girl. It was hard to find you.” A deep and solid voice was heard. The panther hesitated for a second, then replied. “Who are you? But most importantly, why do you seek me?” The one took her hood down. Her pale skin and purple markings caught the druid’s eyes. “Tristelle?” She asked, eyes wide open. “Yes, sister.” Her eyes glowed even brighter as she looked at the panther. “You need to come with us.” “Us? Who is the other elf?” The reason, why she needed to join to them could have been more important to Rheisa, but she can easily lose in the details. “She is Nivary, our little sister.” The other elf reviled her face as well. Her hair was short, half of it was in braids, like light green colors as Rheisa’s original one. Only one eye had marking, a leaf. The other was covered by a silver moon-pendant, same as the moon tattoo Rheisa has on her hands and Tristelle headband’s medal. She was shorter than her elder sisters and more muscular, but still thin. A grey wooden bow was at her back, full with leaves and pale coloured flowers. Her armor covered most of her body, turquoise feathers were in her shoulder pads and a purple raven’s head was in her breastplate. Small daggers were held in her thighs. “Hey!” Jumped Nivary in front of the panther, who transformed back. She looked more than cheerful, she was happy to meet Rheisa. Strange. The first time the druid had met Tristelle, she almost died. Rheisa was just standing there idly, speechless. She had no idea what to say, what to respond. “Um… Hello” After a while, and easy greeting slipped out from her lips, and waved shyly. She looked at Tristelle and gave a confused shrug. The priestess’s face emotions told everything. “She doesn’t know what we do” “For my entire life, I thought it was just me and Tristelle. Just yesterday, she told me to seek you up.” Nivary stopped, now checking Rheisa fully. “She told me to be prepared for everything, but… “She tapped the druid’s tusk gently”…this is something that I can’t understand.” “Just wait!” Rheisa raised a finger and from a troll, she turned into night elf. “So… it this some kind of an illusion? Are you a spy?” Nivary’s eyes and mouth widened from excitement. “Let’s just call it a form. Like my other animal ones.” She explained and laughed gently. “And no, I’m not a spy.” “Than what’s this form for?” Rheisa was about, to tell the truth, but Tristelle couldn’t let it happen. She stepped between the two, pulling Nivary a bit away from Rheisa. Ran’drak finally scoot closer to his wife, placing a hand at her hip and shoulder. “Who is he? Does he wear a form as well?” Looked Nivary at the tall troll. “No. I be her husband.” Making a short answer, he stepped a bit away from Rheisa, facing the priestess.” Now you answer’!” With threatening eyes, he approached Tristelle. For Rheisa, the two of them meant to harm. They can make her prisoner again, or worse. “Why ya be here? Where do ya want to take Rheisa?”His eyebrows narrowed. Around Tristelle’s hand, a blue light started massing. She cast off Ran from herself and the troll immediately hit the ground. “Back, you horde filth! It is none of your business. Rheisa can find out herself…” She pulled her hood on her head again.” if, she comes with us.” The druid ran to her husband to hold him up from the floor. Looking at each other, Rheisa nodded and started walking to Tristelle. “No!” Grabbed his wife’s arm. “Ya can’t be dat crazy. You know ya sister, what she wants is… something, always something to make you feel worse.” He whispered, hoping that the priestess won’t hear it. “It was a long time ago, and she finally introduced my other sister to me. She can be up to no bad this time.” Rheisa looked confidant, Ran’drak let her arm, but for a second, he stopped her again. “Just, be careful! I know dat these be idle words, but I still can’t trust in her. Laire needs a muu’ka, and… I need the love of my life.” His voice was soft and full of worry. “You know that I’m trying.” She jumped back for a quick kiss. Ran hugged her strong. “I love you,” They said, at the same time. The two night elves were already at the back of the hippogryph, waiting. Rheisa stood next to them, looking back at Ran and Taz. Her eyes were searching Ranaman as well, but the mage was gone, long ago. She waved and turned to her sisters. “Let’s go!” She transformed into a huge, dark-purple hawk. “Very well. Hold on tight!” Commanded Tristelle, grabbing the bridle. Nivary was giggling the whole time until the mount jumped off the deck. Once more, Rheisa looked back one last time, right into Ran’s eyes. He said nothing, but Rheisa could feel the worry and mistrust of him. She sighed and flown after the elves. Rheisa tried to stay as close as she could, listening if the two were talking. But they were in silence the whole time. Now the druid regretted that she hadn’t questioned Tristelle. For now, it all never minded.She wasn’t even sure if Nivary was really her other sister. She looked quite like she and Tristelle though. And why Tristelle didn’t tell them, little sister, the bloody truth of the parents? She couldn’t cut them all. At least, she’ll know the answer soon. As they flew further, the water got more purple, but not because of the sunset. The ocean slowly faded away and the elves were flying above land. Land, full of trees and wildlife. It was Darkshore indeed, Rheisa was right about the direction. Now, she only needed one more answer. What are they doing here? Tristelle slowly landed at the middle of the forest, she didn’t want to draw any attention. She hopped down from the hippogryph gently and as Nivary also gets off the mount, the priestess slowly walked to the head of it and whispered something to its ear. For that, the flying creature made his way out from the woods, leaving the three sisters alone. Rheisa herself stayed at a branch in her hawk form, waiting. “Maybe Ran’drak was right. Maybe they want to kill me. Is that why we’re here in the middle of nowhere? No! It’s too late for now to escape.” With a huge breath, she transformed back to night elf, and jumped down from the tree, in between her sisters. Bracing herself, she looked at Tristelle, taking some steps backward. “So tell me now! Why did you lead me here?” Serious eyes faced the priestess, trying to make her fear a bit, in case if her sister wants to kill the druid… again. Tristelle, she wasn’t overcome by the fury full eyes. “The thing, that you must see is somewhere close. Our journey not ended yet. Follow us, and stay close!” Beckoning to Nivary, she made her move, even deeper in the woods. “Try not to make a sound!” She looked back, over her shoulder. Rheisa rolled her eyes, being sneaky was her mastery. Even at the battlefield, her stealth missions were successful, all the time. “Battles… for what reason? From now, I’m not even a soldier. If I’m not a soldier than what am I? A lonely freak who spent most of her days away from her husband, her children, her friends? Just an insane murderer, who killed her own parents?” A picture appeared before her sight, a wooden wall of a house in Dranassus. The wall was painted with blood, words. Fear the power of the horde! A mad memory, that Rheisa regretted hundreds of time and hunts her every night. She hesitated, her legs were rooted to the ground, she wasn’t able to move until she heard Nivary’s shout. “C’ mon girl! It’s not that far. We’ve gotta hurry.” Waved the huntress with cheer. Somehow, she reminded Rheisa of Taz. Weird. Rheisa looked at her trembling palms, confined them to fists and closed her eyes for a second. As she opened them, she started walking after her sisters. Tristelle was already there, kneeling at the top of a cliff. The other two sisters get out from the massive crows of trees and stood behind the priestess. While the druid’s eyes stuck on Tristelle, the other two elves watched the distance with hurtful sighs and groans. Finally, the white-haired elf stood up and stepped in front of Rheisa, grabbing her shoulder. “That… is what you have to see.” She stepped away from Rheisa’s sight, pointing at the distance. She saw a wasted land: chopped trees, dead animals, wildfire and dark skies. Apart from the dead land, there were several spikey tents, all blood-red. “You’re horde came to ruin our land, for nothing.” Tristelle’s eyes glowed even brighter, her marks brightened. “Still, you’re with them.” She faced the druid again. “It was your home too, Rheisa. Help us then! We can’t lose Teldrassil.” “Help you? How? If your people can’t fight with them, I can’t defeat them on my own either.” Her eyes were full of surprise and misunderstanding. She couldn’t decide whether Tristelle went mad now fully, or not. “Just confess them to turn back, you’re one of them. They listen to you.” “One of them?” Rheisa shot her eyes down, sitting to the ground. “No. I never was one of them… I was just… a revenge full girl, who would do anything to stay with her beloved husband and make her parents and trainer suffer.” Nivary’s sight caught on the druid, with uncomprehending face, trembling legs. “What are you talking about? Why did you want to make our parents suffer? They have suffered enough. “Her voice chuckled and was full of sadness. “Don’t you know what happened to them…?” “I know, Nivary. I know it best.” She stared at her palms for some seconds, then turned them, keeping her eyes on her tattoos and stood up. “What…?” The Huntress tried to understand it, but she couldn’t, she didn’t want it to. Tristelle caught her head up, looking straight away at Rheisa. Without hesitation, a yellow light festered at her right hand, and strike down at the druid’s legs. ”I warn you to hold your tongue!”Yelled Tristelle hysterical. From the smite, Rheisa fallen to the ground to her back, looking back at the Priestess. The light burned her calf in a line. Rheisa roared up in pain and hit the ground with her right fist, and with her left hand, she tried to heal her wounds. She wasn’t good at mending, but Ran’drak had thought her some tricks. It was enough to stop the bleeding, at least, but the pain stayed. Unable to get on her legs, Tristelle kneeled down to the druid, resting her elbow at Rheisa’s thigh. “I was feared from that.” Gently, she rubbed her sister’s face with a grin. “You are too honest.” Her breathing was heavy and anger-full tiers came into her eye’s corner. “I should have killed you at Stranglethorn.” Nivary jumped into the picture, stretching her bow, placing an arrow close to the priestess’s head than to the druid’s. She changed her target every second. After a while, she kept the bow at Tristelle’s head. Her arms were trembling, her stomach groaned from the fear. “Stay away from her! Our family has lost so much. I won’t let you kill our blood.”The fear changed to fury, the trembling stopped. The top of the arrow had made a little scar at the priestess’s head. With confidence, Tristelle turned her head to the huntress, looking at the arrow. She touched the small wound on her forehead and made it disappear with ease. “Poor little sister.” Suddenly she jumped up and hugged Nivary. “You’re just like her, just like our an’da was. Cruel and always act from your own mettle.” She finished the hug, now looking back the druid, who still couldn’t get up from the ground. “You barely know anything of our parents.” She reached a hand for Rheisa and held her up from the ground, placing a healing spell on her legs, which eased the pain. Tristelle herself calmed down, at least, she tried. “Listen! I’ll tell you everything, about our parents.” She jolted, looking down at her feet. “Where shall I start…?” She pondered, placing her pale hand at the back of her neck, stroking it. “We lived in Darnassus, at that house, that you know very well.” She placed a hand to the druid’s shoulder.” When you were born, our parents were sure, that you’ll be great druid: You must be one, Elune told me. Said our min’da, who was a priestess, just like me. The sing, of our family, the craved moon that we all have was burned into your skin. “She took Rheisa’s hands, palms down, looking at the silver tattoo. Bye the touch of the priestess, it started glowing as bright as it has never before.“It means, that you can’t change your faith, at least, our parents didn’t want you to change it. Meanwhile, we only got a pendant, which can be lost any time, but you got them for an eternity, to find back home. They gave you to a trainer, to grow strong and when you’re ready, return home to us. “Her blue eye-glow faded away for a second, gasping to be able to finish what she had started. “Our min’da visited you every day, her vision, her echo was with you, even if you hadn’t felt it. But she was close. Our an’da tried to convince her each day, to take you home, but she refused it. She said: I know what I’ve seen. The goddess, she says, Rheisa can only find love, in Moonglade.” She took her hand down from Rheisa’s face, placing them in front of her own lips. “After a while, she lost the ability to visit you, she felt some kind of wild magic around you that protected you from the goddess’s gift. And when the day has come, to bring you home, you weren’t at Moonglade. Our an’da was close to end your trainer’s life, but me, and min’da stopped him. I guess you took your rage after him. “She sniffed and shrugged the idea away. Shaking her head she kept telling the story.” We returned home, mourning your loss. Min’da tried to find you once more, she concentrated all her power on you, without avail. But she failed again. We thought you were dead, or worse. Our parents loved you so much, Rheisa, even if you have never met them. I was… upset, I wanted to see my little sister. When you were born, I was too young, I didn’t know you.” She stretched her back and beckoned to Nivary, to join. The huntress scoot closer and kneeled down, next to Rheisa. With a huge sigh, Tristelle kept talking. “As years passed, our parents were gifted with a new child.“Now she grabbed Nivary’s hand. ”She had as green hair, as our an’da, and like you, Rheisa. Both of mine and your future was decided by our min’da, but this time, an’da took his daughter, denying Elun’s fate. Min’da wanted the same path for you, Nivary, the same as Rheisa had.“ She sat down, so did Rheisa. Tristelle grabbed the druid’s palm as well, now holding both of her sister’s hand. “I’ve never seen an’da that furious than that moment when he had taken Nivary out from min’da’s arms. Your goddess is fake, she only wants to take our children. I won’t let her take my daughter away! Never again! He yelled so loud, Nivary started wriggling at his hands, crying and fall out from his arms. She hit her head so hard, the light from her left eye faded, she lost half of her sight.” Facing the Huntress again, she confined her hand even harder. “It wasn’t borne with you.” She sighed. “After that, the years sped up. Our parents hardly divided. Min’da kept on my priest training, and an’da made you a huntress. After five cruel years, our family united again… sort of. One night I was away with Nivary, we visited the family’s moon-well. The spirit of it warned us to hurry back home. So, we did. At the house, silence waited for us. We found our parents, lying in their own blood…” The huntress’s eyes filled with tears, they rolled down from her chin to the ground. Seeing her sister, in Tristelle’s eyes some tear appeared as well. “…them face was ripped, such as their chest. We found no words, nothing, the world stopped for us. We flopped down next to our parents’dead body, we couldn’t see from the tears, but then…” She swallowed a huge and moped her eyes. “…I looked up to the wall. With our own parents’ blood, there was… writing. Fear the power of the horde.” She hissed her words, wincing. “From that moment it was just me, and Nivary. Until a fateful moment, I found you.” She pointed at Rheisa. Her mouth closed, seemed like, she had nothing else to say. She stood up, stretching her back and taking small steppes until she reached the edge of the cliff again, watching the dead land. Teldrassilprominence at the distance. “Such beauty, majesty. Our home.” She whispered the winds carried her words. With slow, painful steppes, Rheisa joined to her, looking at the pitch-black skies. “I could… probably… try, to explain. And… I know you wouldn’t care.” She sighed, taking a big breath. “If I were you, I would do the same. But at least, I could try to make you understand, however, I don’t want any forgiveness. Thus, my words are pointless.” She stopped looking at the skies, her eyes found Tristelle, who still just stared at the distance. They stood there for a while, Nivary still sitting with no words. She tried to understand everything at once, that caused her headache, however, her own thoughts were painful enough. She buried her face to her lap, trying to lock the reality out. Rheisa kept looking at her sister, waiting for a reply. In a second, Tristelle’s eyes widened, such as her mouth. She froze in moment, trembling, falling to her knees. Orange light appeared at the two elf’s face, like fire, it even burned them a little. Rheisa collapsed next to her sister, as she also reckoned the tree. “No…” Left the only word Tristelle’s shuddering lips.

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Just a short morning running at the park. Hmm… looks like someone can’t keep up. (I’m looking at you, wine-slurper sweet-tooth.(¬_¬) )At least he has his wife to root for his lazy ass.