#thraal

[jackalspine]

HEY so I’m like low key soober doober sick rn BUT

I wanna talk about my brain rot can I talk about my brain rot oh please pleas eplesoelspelapepaplpleasepla

SO I WAS ruminating on mine fuggin DP ftp AU and I was trying to come up with an antagonist that could potentially BLAST DANNYS CORE INTO 100000 LITTLE PIECES but felt kinda meh about Vlad doing that

But then I was like AH WAIT I CAN M AKE MY OWN CHARACTER.. SO I DID. But ehhhg what kind of motivation would this random ghost have for fucking up the poor ghost boy this time ahAH!

Cut to me blacking out and finding this on my iPad

OHOHOHO FUCKINNN WOUGH OK

if you look at Pariah Dark’s canon design

I thought this was a little strange… he doesn’t really scream… regal? Does he? Like.. he’s got renaissance boot flaps, a postiche??, skull tits, a loincloth, and obnoxious shoulder pads. This bitch is all over the place

Uhhv I forgot my point but EVENTUALLY I concluded that he wasn’t Raised the Ghost King but TOOK THE POSITION BY FORCE

Which is sick and adds a smidgeon of Nuance to his 1dimentional experience doesn’t it?? He took the power from some other king or power or even United the GZ eons ago wnbbb woah ok no that’s cool ok wait

So eons and eons ago,, ghosts were left to drift aimlessly on earth and the GZ without guidance which caused general mayhem for both the living and the dead. It was chaos. But a ghost who had lived in that Chaos and Disorder had died with a deep Obsession with CHANGING THAT

Enter: King Lark who’s ascension to Power was earned all post mortis. He was Obsessed with keeping Order and for a long time this aided him in his quest to unite the restless dead. BY HIS SIDE his faithful friend Thraal who handed the technical side of his rule. To help him rule Thraal made him the the crown and ring

They implemented Rules to the ghost zone that prohibited ghosts from crossing over to the mortal realms. And for a long while it was going pretty well

Except even after tightening his iron fist hold on everything in the GhostZone his core would ache to Fix the source of chaos (the continued existence of living things that would keep making more things that would also die) and so to rectify this he was all like oh yeah ok so if I kill every living thing on earth then no more problem :) WHICH IS BAD

and the ancients who were kinda pretty chill with everyone being chill in the GZ absolutely drew the line at fucking up the balance between the realms so they were like eeeehg put him in tha box. AND THEY DID

And now his friend Thraal (who over the years has been treated less like a dear friend and more like a Thrall) who had always had a sort of Obsession with following Lark (now pariah dark) like a good little sheep- has been going a little crazy waiting for Pariah to get out of his timeout box

Wait idk what I’m talking about nm good night h

[askvectorprime]

Where was Roadbuster and what was he doing during the The Rise's terror campaign and subsequent advent of the Ascenticons/Decepticons?

Dear Roadbuster Rescuer,

Roadbuster was off-planet at the time! As a member of Colonial Security’s black ops division, he’d been seconded out to Cybertronian Intelligence long before the fall of the Senate and assigned to a deep-cover mission. Disguised as an automated Thraal assault vehicle, Roadbuster was able to covertly maneuver his way into the motor pool of a strategically important Thraal garrison on the planet Rada Morn and periodically beam information on Thraal military activity back to his handlers on Cybertron. Unfortunately, the secrecy of this assignment meant that he was almost entirely cut off from political developments on Cybertron; for all their imperial ambitions, it will likely take megacycles before the Decepticons can rebuild a functioning espionage network…

[jackalspine]

Banging my head against a wallwOUGG

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector, can you tell us anything about the poor species Airchanid endagered?

Dear Horrific Hunter,

Even among the Decepticons, Airachnid was a particularly vile ‘bot. Although her cruelty and obsession with causing pain alienated her business-minded compatriots, they tolerated her only because she was, admittedly, an excellent tracker and assassin. Once Cybertron fell, however, she largely went her own way and spent several million years trawling the Orion Arm as a combination bounty hunter and big-game tracker.

After leaving Cybertron, she found employment on the barren world of Probat, where she worked as an enforcer for the unscrupulous Natalus in exchange for their high-grade energon. Once she’d stockpiled enough energon cubes, she promptly decapitated her business partner and skipped the planet a month later after she’d indulged herself by hunting down the remaining Probat. The next few planets she visited all followed the same pattern—unscrupulous alien warlords who entered into a contract with Arachnid did not realize that her “payment with interest” was, more often than not, the livelihood of their race. 

In this way did she dispose of the Clonemasters, whose methods of rapid asexual reproduction briefly vexed her before she hacked into their central databanks and permanently corrupted their genetic records. The Thraal were next to fall; once she deliberately exterminated the A’ovans on their behalf, she turned their primitive nuclear warheads against their own cities and spent a year hunting the survivors amidst the radioactive wreckage. The ruin-hunting Derelictuskans, the industrious Milarians, the peaceful Mikesu… Airachnid cut a swathe of extinction across the galaxy, and indeed I suspect that many neighboring systems who had been spared her idea of “fun” harbored a grudge against the Cybertronian race for many years afterwards.

[askvectorprime]

What were the names of the star systems and civilizations destroyed by Cyberverse Sky-Byte?

Dear Extinction Enthusiast,

Your question is a morbid one to be sure. The Sky-Byte of this universal cluster is a foul warrior indeed, lacking the integrity of Spark and good nature that has distinguished his various counterparts throughout the multiverse. This particular iteration was most infamous for igniting a supernova that destroyed seven civilizations almost simultaneously: the Cygnans of Cygnus Seven, the Nibarians of Nibari, the Tlalakans of Tlalak, the Vespoids of Chicxulania, the warring Thraal and A’ovan who coexisted on Na’conda, and the Clonemasters of Tharkaros II.

Such devastation; trillions of lives lost, millennia of art and science and culture destroyed in an instant... I am sorry, but merely listing these names does not convey the sheer scope and horror of Sky-Byte’s monstrous actions. All of these civilizations had only just begun to venture beyond their homeworlds... who knows how they could have changed the galaxy for the better?

[kwiatki-z-kajetu]

THRALLS BALL, the naga are everywhere!

Orc Captain in Vash

[reispock]

Azeroth é nova e diferente, mas minha companheira adora este mundo. Aggra é xamã, como eu, e se dedica inteiramente a curar nossa terra. E também — acrescentou em voz baixa — a mim.

— Você… precisou de cura?

— Todos precisamos, quer percebamos isso ou não — retrucou Go’el.

— Apenas por estarmos vivos, temos feridas. Mesmo que não tenhamos nem mesmo uma cicatriz física. Ter um companheiro que nos veja por quem somos, verdadeira e completamente… Ah, isso é uma dádiva, Jaina Proudmore. Uma dádiva que nos recupera e renova a cada dia, e a que devemos cultivar com cuidado. Esta dádiva me tornou completo, me fez entender meu propósito e meu lugar neste mundo.

Gentilmente, o xamã apoiou a manzorra verde no ombro de Jaina e continuou: — Desejo a você a mesma dádiva e a mesma compreensão, cara amiga. Eu então a veria feliz, sua vida completa, sua missão clara. Minha vida está completa. E conheço a minha missão. — Go’el sorriu, revelando as presas. — Como disse, só você pode saber o que é certo para a sua vida. Mas afirmo confiante que, qualquer que seja a jornada, qualquer que seja a estrada por onde se pisará, descobri que a caminhada é muito mais doce ao lado de uma companheira.

Jaina lembrou-se, com amargura incomum, de Kael’thas Andassol e Arthas Menethil. Ambos eram belos e vivazes. Ambos a amaram. A um, ela dedicara respeito e admiração; a outro, entregara todo seu amor. Ambos caíram ante o chamado de poderes sombrios e da porção mais fraca de suas naturezas.

A grã-senhora sorriu sem vontade e comentou: — Não tenho sido muito sábia no que diz respeito à escolha de meus parceiros na vida. — Jaina engoliu toda a frustração, a tristeza e a incerteza e estendeu a mão pálida e pequenina sobre a do xamã. — Estou muito melhor em relação às amizades.

[sabretoothedcritter-blog]

I like the look on Thrall's face. It's like a mix of a "harumph!" and a laugh. But his piercing eyes are like a poker face...maybe pissed off, maybe unimpressed.

Warchief Thrall Finish by ~ElGota