#warcraftingfox

[modmad]

heyhey mod we're analyzing comics in school and i convinced my group to choose TPoH and they all l o v e i t. one of them even said its the only comic she's ever read that she actually likes

holy shit that’s so cool and thank you?! thank you :’D also give that girl a fist bump for me yeah

[koszmar-zycie]

Starter for @warcraftingfox

The day was carrying on, with Azeroth’s sun drifting in the sky. Still above the world, but floating in the afternoon, behind many spires and buildings in Silvermoon’s resplendent cityscape. Myriania, clad in her relatively new black with red-trim hunting garb stepped with a curious mix of slowness, and yet a self-applied confidence. She has unfamiliar with the Blood Elf capital, and yet she knew that to wander blindly and tentatively would serve no-one. The palm of her right hand floated up and rested upon her cheek, as her eyebrows arched in a look somewhat reminiscent of worry. “Oh dear. I really should have spoken to someone from the guild about a map.”

[frostveiled-archived]

Starter for @warcraftingfox ! No happiness just suffering.

The drumming in his ears was deafening as Uriel's vision remained clouded and red. All he could hear was the adrenaline coarsing through him, the sound of heavy breathing. He saw bodies strewn about around him, each maimed and bloodied beyond recognition. The red haze fogged his mind, keeping him from feeling much of anything past a coldness that seemed to cling to his very essence. With the coldness came the feeling of numbness despite several of his own wounds decorating his body.

Uriel clutched his blades in both hands tightly as he wildly looked around the gruesome battlefield he had singlehandedly created. Seeing the destruction he had caused seemed to please the side of him he made a constant conscious effort to ignore; the side of him Arthas had praised in his most trusted knights. Whatever shreds of humanity he had left screamed at him to stop thus chaos but it was too late. The part of him that still cared, that still craved life, could do nothing but watch as he mindlessly slaughtered.

He couldn't tell how long this state of mind lasted. Ignoring his bloodlust for so long always took a toll on the death knight but after recently finding out about the fate of his sister and his niece, there was nothing he could do to keep it from boiling over and consuming him. Too angry, too hatefilled, too sad.

When Uriel'thos finally did come down from this state of mind, the first thing he could feel was the coating of blood covering him and he immediately reeled. He was still angry, beyond livid. His blood continued to boil as images of his sisters body flashed through his memory. Gritting his teeth, Uriel violently shook his head, trying to clear it but it did no good.

With a strangled cry, the elf threw down his weapons, swords sticking up from where they pierced the ground. Clutching his head, fists balled tightly with locks of his paled blue hair, Uriel fell to his knees as he began sobbing uncontrollably. How many had he killed in the hours, the days, however long he had been in that state? How many families had he just destroyed without a second thought? How many lives?

This was the worst part about what he was. This monster that he harbored inside, that he tried so hard on a daily basis to reign in and control. It ate at his being until he snapped. Moving to lean against a nearby wall, he pulled his legs close to him to rest his head against his knees. Uriel remained like that until he heard steps approaching. Without looking up, Uriel lets out an animalistic growl as a warning to stay away.

Finally looking up after realizing the person wasn't leaving, he was met with the concerned face of Itillan which simply caused more tears to stream down the death knight's face as he tried to scramble away.

"No!" He yells harshly. "Stay away from me, Itillan. I dont.." he was cut off by a pitiful sob. "I don't want to hurt you too."

[elendeare]

[// Pandaria shenanigans with @sindoreisisters, @pitiflame, and @warcraftingfox!!!

[zaknimar-duskryn]

🎂 What movie can you watch over and over and not get sick of?

Twister. I have literally seen it dozens of times. Earlier this year I set up a home theater with projector with 120in screen and it was the first one I played on it. :P

@warcraftingfox Thank you for the ask!

[archmage--khadgar]

in extension of the bologna thing- i just think its p funny to imagine khadgar and a bunch of heroes yelling in confusion over this

(I admittedly added the champion part to my post solely to have people picture Khadgar complaining about deli meat and it backfired in hilarious ways)

[theforgottenflight]

Meeting the Blacksmith

Taletha lifted her eyes from a small map of Darnassus crafted from thin leather, perched atop a horned and shadowy steed that had earned her many a look from the local night elves. She seemed uncomfortable--as did the beast--the pair of them making their way through the Craftsmen's Terrace.

It was hard not to take notice of others watching them, as distrust was heavy for a Ren'dorei and her void-tainted steed. Even though Taletha had only offered nervous smiles in return, she'd found little kindness ever since her arrival at Teldrassil. The elves had been polite enough, however, at least willing to treat and trade with her, if nothing else.

Taletha gave a little tug of her horse’s bitless bridle, guiding the strange beast around to curve up a small hill, where she could see a forge and smoke somewhat closeby. She went about rolling up the map, stashing it away in a small saddlebag as the horse ambled along, the sight of a draenic woman there in the distance.

Finally, someone who wasn't an elf!

"Hello there!" She called out, waving her hand slightly at the draenei. "Are you the blacksmith here?"

(( @warcraftingfox -- I hope I did this right! XD ))

[archmage--khadgar]

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Khadgar: I don’t understand memes, why is everyone insisting the Arcane is meat?Mun: I DON’T KNOW BUT I LOVE IT.Khadgar: I too, am very confused but can’t help but find amusement in the messages people send.