#warcraft verse

[sunnybard]

I just want to put it out there and let it be known that Nai is 5'3" and I just expect everyone to be leagues taller than she is.

I feel like its pretty accurate in FFXIV but sometimes in other games I can't get the gremlin height because some games are allergic to height sliders.

Like in Wow humans are pretty small compared to other races but like... Naivah needs to be shorter... Nai needs to be this short arcane mage annoying Khadgar. and just generally being a gremlin.

Please see this accurate drawing I did of Nai and Val in xiv

It is now my duty to recreate this drawing with Khadgar and Nai... and Anduin and Nai because she would also annoy him.

[littlewolfofnosgoth]

Bird...Horse...Thing?

I’m confident Warcraft!Mae would be extremely conflicted towards hippogryphs. She’s excited and fascinated towards the avian part...but terrified of the equine portion. Horses are not her thing - they’re deadly weapons incarnate that people are foolish to ride. But perhaps for being half bird, they’re not too bad?

She’d tame a mighty violet hippogryph in Azuna that radiated with arcane energy, naming her Voidera. The beast was, as I best describe it, FLIPPING SHIT. Thankfully, it ate some fish Mae threw at it and calmed down. Most likely hangry. So far, Voidera seems like a sweet soul....even beckoned her to ride on her - nudging some. 

The huntress straight out declined out of major discomfort with the idea, bringing gloom to the beast. She had to explain it the best of her ability, “Please forgive me, but my arse is not touching your back. It would feel like riding on those long, metallic death traps that reeks of sulfur and gunpowder which ends roars of fire. The goblins makes them...”

Voidera would just stare at her while her talon glued to her chin in thought, then a snapped her claws, “Ah - rockets. They’re called rockets.”

Either way, the hippogryph won’t stop nudging her as she didn’t understand a word Mae said. 

[childofscifi-blog]

@anierous-sunblade

The ground was dead, blighted-cracked with green wisps drifting about; Butterfly was a bit hesitant to touch anything, but she'd unfortunately landed right in the middle of it.

"...Shit."

[tough-as-adamantine]

“How did you get this?”

Send “How did you get this?” for my muse’s reaction to your muse observing one of their scars.

Arone glances over at the woman who had asked the question, then down at her own arm before smirking and letting out a small chuckle. She had forgone her normal plate armor and such, as she usually did when she stays at an inn, instead wearing a simple, comfortable black and brown tunic that cut off just above the elbows, just high enough to show off the scar.

“That...” The tall redhead begins, speaking with the tone of one remembering when they were younger and more foolish than they are now. “...Is the mark you get when you get distracted and forget that the Forsaken have archers. From the experience, I can tell you that getting an arrow stuck through either side of your arm is exactly as unpleasant as one would imagine.” She turns her arm a bit, showing the eerily similar scar on the other side of arm, also just above the elbow.

((@ladudarkheart; Introducing Warcraft Verse Arone! Thanks for the ask ^.^))