I fight, so you dont have to.

In Character Blog for Koltun Ancientveil, Blood Elf Demon Hunter on WRA.

[thebladeitself]

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Ilidan Stormrage by Straife01. Source: https://ift.tt/2MipCdQ New news website for furry fans: http://awoonews.com

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Demon Hunter by Deng Xiuyao (Via)

(LigueArdente)

[yeehso10]

there had been so many things going on and I totally forgot that I had Tumblr lolol but here it is!! Kayn Sunfury, as I am so into him in these days! (honestly he’s my favorite over all the other characters now) 

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Random.9 by Remarin

[the-house-of-the-nine]

THE STORMWIND HERALD: MURDER IN THE STREETS!

BANG

A single shot rang clear through the promenade and entryways into the demonstrators pavilion on the outer edges of the Stormwind Gardens. Protestors and Supports alike for the swift rectification and proper reparation for all displaced Darnassians and Gilneans quickly scattered throughout the square as the unknown assailant undoubtedly fled among them.

Screams of panic and horror filled the streets shortly after, an unknown bystander had been struck. The hysterical citizens quickly dispersed the scene as the Stormwind Guard rushed into action.

Despite being only feet from the rally and potentially the shooter; when the victim was being attempted to be found; the guard came up empty.

The victim is being identified as Mr Nestor Blacksun; local shopkeeper and land owner. Blacksun was well known for his reading in the parks, and also contributions to both the Arts and Public affairs within the community. He will be missed deeply; his property remains in Guard custody pending a first of kin coming forward.

For more information please contact the local guardsman or contact our office here at the paper.

T.M Whitmore

Elsewhere....

Sitting in the alley between the darker and my seedy parts of the old district, Lazarius had ducked into a shipping warehouse, a trail of black liquid coagulating and skittering behind the shuffling of his feet.

The dark eyed Inquisitor clutched his stomach and with the other hand his chest; a third wound leaking from his shoulder continued to spill onto his robes with each pump of his decrepit black heart. He had no time to notify; no time to quarter relief and rescue; he slumped against the wall of the warehouse desperately

trying to quell the bleeding. But alas, he continued to evict copious amounts of his blackened miasma with every passing moment.

Short radio bursts of temporal energy rang across the cosmos, waves of energy being shot in every direction attempting to locate an ally, a friend or potentially someone that may have been hidden in the recesses of his mind until now.

No doubt among those quickly to sense something was terribly wrong were Raven, Pyravari and of course Brin. They would have heard, felt or sensed that their mentor/ brother / father was indeed in distress at that very moment.

But there was no time to notify location, scream out what had happened or even begun to send a doorway or gate to summon them to his location. Instead the dark eyed man would gaze deeply into the black abyss slowly clouding his vision as the parasite began attempting to seal the wounds and stave off its own inevitable demise.

This left Lazarius in a weakened and helpless state. Alone and without any type of aid, and slowly slipping into unconsciousness; he would calm himself into what was about to come.

“We can save it...”.

A disembodied voice said in the darkness of his mind.

“If it is left to perish surely then we will be free; allowed to conquer this world and countless others. Allow this one to expire; allow our reign to begin.”.

Came another dark and horrific voice resonating from the chaos of empty space in and around Lazarius’ mind.

“Alternatively, loss of the host could mean extinction. This is neither beneficial or intelligent if the result means total Annihilation of both species.”

Lazarius clung to the last remaining words; before now he’d never once heard anything like this; the closest was the whispers of the old gods but they were madness and incoherent ramblings, this was speech.

This was conscious and sentient life; this was conversation. He was among the voices of beings determining his life and death. His fate; his time; his reality was not dictated by anyone other than himself.

“I am unarguably certain that it is I...that is in control of my destiny...and will not be predicated to as if somehow my choice in the matter is inconsequential!”

And thusly in his last breath, Lazarius would burst in a radiant among of plasma and chemical reactions to erupt on a wave of gamma radiation, literally tearing a hole through the fabric of space and time; only to be forcefully ejected into the Bastille.

His body limply flung through the solid walls and into the infirmary where he ultimately fell into a state of total vegetation and was fully unconscious.

Who or what could have done this?

[lightbindsme]

Returning!

Greetings and salutations!

I thought I'd toss up a little hello to everyone and say how much I am looking forward to returning to the world of roleplay. I decided to bring in a new character instead of returning to one of my older ones and start things off fresh faced. That and my other characters story's were pretty much left in the realm of happily ever after.

I'm excited to explore everything with Jade here, and trying some new ideas out that I've been bouncing around in my mind for a while.

Stop by and say hello anytime. And if you're interested in some rp toss me an ask here, or we can meet in discord.

Character sheet is in the works, but for now I can offer some tidbits about my fiery little redhead.

She's a priestess, or was one, who has decided to attempt to become a paladin. She is Gilnean, not nobility, is 30 years of age and certainly no stranger to combat. Whether she's good at it or not you will just have to find out 😁.

Jade is a proud 5'3, 145 pounds with; of course, ginger hair, a smattering of freckles, and clear blue-green eyes.

That's all for now!

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The Burning Rage by Dmitry Prozorov Source: https://ift.tt/2YGK7Ue New news website for furry fans: http://awoonews.com

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he IS his scars

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Demon Hunter by Deng Xiuyao (Via)

(LigueArdente)

[ladybugmemes]

Reblog this if you’re okay with my muse mentioning your muse to others in threads or stories!!!

[aerdendios]

Anon-Day!

~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them

Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!

[theconstructsworld]

Gonna do this for Truthful Thursday! @theconstructsworld @aerdendios @themagictrick @taricdarkmorn

[the-house-of-the-nine]

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure? "Not that you could possibly ever feel guilty for anything."

“I am certainly guilty of one grave mistake, showing you kindness and drawing you out of that little hole you fester in.  Now its like an infestation and I can’t seem to get rid of you.  Like roaches or bedbugs.”

Lazarius huffed loudly as his eyes narrowed at the slender elf so casually making herself at home within his business.  Granted he sort of expected it these days and it was a welcome surprise but her couldn't let her know that.

“As for a guilty pleasure.  I don’t often share this. . . but I still do enjoy bubble baths. STOP LAUGHING!”

He snarled as his teeth gnashed and his eyes exploded in a vibrant blackish blue haze.

“Eh-hem. . . as I was saying.  Sometimes despite the fact that my. . .tastes have changed.  I do enjoy curling up with a fabulous novel, a glass of Cindervine and a warm soak in a massive tub.  People have been lost and never recovered in this tub. . .that size of tub.  Filled with bubbles, so many bubbles.  And a secret blend of herbs, spices and aromatic enhancements.  Clove, Rose hips, Jasmine, and just a hint of Tanari Vanillia.  Guilty indeed. . .”

[thebladeitself]

Of course he had been eavesdropping. Why wouldnt he be? He was bored and dealing with wedding plans had become incredibly tedious. Originally he had sought out Laz to help in those matters... but when he heard voices?

Well, the Bladewarden could hardly resist listening in.

"HAHAHAHAHA" He belted out, dropping from above to land in a heap of wings. "Bubble baths?? Oh Lazzy-poo I had no idea!!"

@the-house-of-the-nine

[the-house-of-the-nine]

LFC / RP ---- The Serpent Inquisitor

The Basics ––– –

Name: Lazarius Kash’ebahl

Alias: Nestor Blacksun

Nickname(s): Laz / Lazzy-boy / Serpent / Inquisitor

Age: Irrelevant and Undetermined (Ask why.)

Birthday: January 11th

Race: Quel’dorei

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single  [Divorced Once]

Relationship Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

First Appearances:  Lazarius is an out of place being that belongs among the nobility of Quel’thalas or Stormwind, but due to his desire to reach new people and those who are seeking salvation after the world had been completely wrought with War, he sticks out like a sore thumb in Orgrimmar.  The Inquisitor wears the finest of robes, violets and amethysts, ebony and dark onyx.  And adorns his vestments with Saronite armor plates and chains.   

Hair: Long Shoulder Length Chestnut Brown Hair.

Hair in Disguise:  Usually a Light Gold.

Eyes: Pure Black with flecks of sparkling whites and blues.

Eyes in Disguise: Cerulean.

Height: 72 inches.

Build: Slender, Lean, Gaunt, Lithe, yet still Toned.

Scent: He wears a combined scent of Sandalwood and Clove that masks the lingering magical aroma of death and void that seems to connect to him.

Distinguishing Marks: None that are visible without disrobing.  His upper body is wrought with lashings both front and back from his upbringing and training.  He has words in Shath’yar that have been branded with hot iron onto his flesh.  He has runic symbols that have been carved into his skin ritualistically. 

Tattoos: He has used a snake like scaled helix pattern tattoo across his arms and upper body to try and cover most of the damage done to him through his upbringing. 

Piercings:  Three Silver hoops all gauged 8mm in both ears, with a set of sterling Shal’dorei ear sheathes over the tips.

Common Accessories:   His hands and arms are wrapped in a blackish almost ethereal like gauze.  On his right hand index finger you will notice a razor sheath that covers the finger like a gauntlet.  It has a clawed point on its end.     

Personal Information––– –

Alliance Profession:  Owner and Operator of “Curiosities & Collections” which is a front antique and rare goods store in Stormwind.

Horde Profession:  Standing true to the nature of his families heritage and fortune; House Kash’ebahl is one of the most efficient and renowned logistical experts in the procurement and shipping of rare cloth, antiques and spice.

Financial Status:  Vastly Wealthy

Hobbies:  Research  || Experimentation || Reading/Painting || Piano || Observing the Populace

Languages:   Thalassian || Orcish || Dwarvish || Common || Bits and pieces of others due to his Order allowing all races.

Residence: The Bastille - Deep beneath Northrend.

Birthplace: Quel'Thalas

Religion: Cosmic

Vices:  Women / Power / Knowledge

Fears:   Losing his empire and the people who’ve helped him, essentially his family. || Abandonment || Drowning ||

Vulnerabilities: 

Relationships ––– -

Spouse/Significant other(s): Of the none sexual and deeper connections, the main women in his life currently are @whatadarkbitch​ [ Verzatea Duskflame, his oldest and dearest friend, ally and confidant.  Also the mother of his child.] and his Prime @frompage112​ [Raven, who is his student and successor hopefully.  She is normally always with him.]

Children: Brinys Duskflame

Parents:  Varianna Kash’ebahl (Mother - Status - Deceased)  Pytharius Kash’ebahl (Father - Status- Deceased)  

Siblings: Pyravari Kash’ebahl ( Twin Sister - Undead ) , Siida-Ray Kash’ebahl ( Youngest Sister - Alive ) , Kretus Dark ( Half Brother - Alive) , Vallah Kash’ebahl ( Younger Brother - Unknown )

Other Relatives: Raelyndia Duskhollow ( Former Misterest of The Nine, and Keeper,  Presumed Deceased for good)

Friends/Acquaintances: Pyravari Kashebahl @pyravari-kashebahl​, Koltun Ancientveil @thebladeitself​, Verzatea Duskflame @whatadarkbitch​, Siida Kashebahl @siidaraykashebahl​, Raven @frompage112​, Jursol @bloodhuntressjursol​ , Pame MylBrin @miss-irascible​

Pets:

Sex & Romance ––– -

Sexual Orientation: Poly / Pan

Preferred Emotional Role: Dominant

Preferred Sexual Role: Dominant

Libido: Existent?

Turn ons:    Intelligence || Danger || Power Struggle || Confidence

Turn offs: Arrogance || Cowardice || Impolite and Crass || Ignorance || 

Love Language:  Lazarius does not actively hunt for anything in particular.  He often finds himself being drawn to women who display power on their own accord yet enjoy a partner who can sexually take control.  He does prefer women simply because of his conditioning, there is a bit of a complex there.

Relationship Tendencies:  Unlike most who find multiple partners to be strictly a sexual nature; Lazarius finds that having multiple relationships is healthy for a creature of his making.  Some are non-sexual at all.  A strong bond that is romantic yet restricts sexual advance.  Gaining nurturing, love and affection.  While others become increasingly more passionate and lustful, leading to a romance that borders on the physical.  Lazarius is a being that will find and latch onto those he is attracted to and devote himself to that person when they are together.  And that role they fill for one another is specific to them.  He will cherish it.  

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Personality:  He is reserved and often times will sit off to the side watching and observing.  He will hunt out and seek those who are rejecting the normal way of society and attempt to contact them to begin a dialog.  When he is approached or interacted with; Lazarius is dangerously intelligent, well spoken and charming.

Smoking Habit: None

Drugs: None

Alcohol: Not often, getting to know him you will know why he cannot drink.  And if he is, you should also know why.

RP Hooks ––– –

Can be found in:  Orgrimmar, Stormwind, and Quelthalas. 

Seeking Refuge:  Apostates, Rogue Wizards, Those wanted by the Law?  Or simply someone who is no longer allowed to practice a certain type of magic.  Lazarius is seeking those people actively to try and bolster his numbers within his flock once more. 

The Antique Store: If you are Alliance, and on the hunt for something mysterious; perhaps even dangerous, Lazarius may have it.  “Curiosities & Collections” is located somewhere in the Dwarven District and only seems to show its red door with a serpent shaped knocker to those who seek to find the rare, and unusual. 

Dark Magic:  While this is not the best hook for him, Lazarius will sometimes be drawn to or draw in those who are giving off or noticing his dark energies.  This is often times the people who wish to try and assume he is evil, while in retrospect he wants nothing more than to be left in piece.  Having changed his Cultist ways long ago and broke free of their control.

OOC  ––– –  

Lazarius is available for Tumblr and in-game RP.  Just make sure you shoot me a heads up first as I don’t actively RP in either much like I used to.  Discord is my most frequent and easy way to contact and respond.  I always have my mobile app on, and I tend to respond much quicker in RP there.

I’m always open to new plots and contacts, whether it’s long-term story arcs or a  simple one-off interaction, so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d  like to set something up!  It should be noted that The Nine and Lazarius have a very lengthy and detailed past expanding all the way back to TBC.  Everything we have written and discuss in our discord channel and Tumblr is all actual events that have happened that carry over for our multiple people and characters.  We would gladly welcome newcomers who wish to RP in a casual long term story arch that branches out and webs all of our characters together.

Tagging: @frompage112​

@bloodhuntressjursol​

@siidaraykashebahl​

@whatadarkbitch​

@pyravari-kashebahl​

@thebladeitself​

[raptormama]

Sharing for a friend so he can find RP!!!! He’s really nice OOC. Maybe give him a chance!!!! His character is awesome to.

[morbidfantasy21]

The Book of Fiends by Svetoslav Petrov

[maenaart]

The Fallen.

[thebladeitself]

@the-house-of-the-nine

Laz vibes.

[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Mind of Misery: Manipulation, Epilogue

[ And so the journey begins.  Three Separate stories to tell here all happening Simultaneously.  Attacking from three fronts, is this the beginning of the end for The Nine?  Please Like, Share, and Follow us!   We are hoping to get new people coming our way, and could use the love! Thank you everyone!!!!! ]

Cast:

[ L.K ] -  Lazarius Kashebahl, Marseille, Raelyndia Duskhollow

[ P.K ] - Kretus Dark

[ V.D ] - Verzatea Duskflame, Pame Myl’Brin

[ J ] - Jursol, Jimba, Mawa

[ T ] - Talisin aka The Boy

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Epilogue… .

The journey was one of hard travel, an afternoons time of fast faced walking which had certainly taken its toll on the entire group. The ache of hunger paired with waning spirits had made for exhausted muscles and a rising desire to end the day already… With the horrors the members of the Nine endured in their falling into Raelyndia’s trap, the near loss of Marseille and Lazarius on top of the insurmountable agony of losing the Bastille – the only place they all confidently called home… They deserved a fucking break.

And for the time being that break came in the form of what Verzatea had described to be the most precious of abominations she’d ever witnessed– The squeaky little rat having earned himself so many pets between those massive solar dishes for ears.

Both Raven and Marseille would have been carefully strapped and settled onto the back of the oversized rodent, relieving Lazarius and Pame of what would have been a most impossible trek.

As they traveled, after a successful gathering of resources from Kretus’s bungalow, the same dark and dreary forest passing by the further on they pressed. There was some point in the hours long trek that Verzatea grew so tired she would have paused to mount the young boy onto the stalwart rat rather than carry him longer.

And even later she proved herself far out of the leagues of the two huntresses who carried on with little falter (besides a growing breathlessness that affected them so only because of their hard fighting back in the tombs). Tea had been forced to resort to Kretus carrying her, or risk forceful tactics to keep her subdued – Like hog-tying her still.

She had simply grown too weak to keep walking, the pain in her leg from the beginning of their journey festering slightly into a minimal infection. Even more so she had exhausted herself from stubbornly carrying the boy longer than necessary.

The entire estate wasnt quite as big as the Kashe'bahl one, although for what the Duskflame home lacked in its home size it made up for in lot size. Now while the majority of her families estate claimed its land in the beautiful bright forest of Eversong woods, they also held some land in the dark desolate woods of the Ghostlands, a little piece of insight into the history of the Duskflame’s beginning with the dark arts they so dearly favored.

The acres carried a vast forest with an abundance of natural wildlife untouched by humanoid contact. So large, infact, that they wouldn’t even realize they had cross onto the property… Except, they might have felt a tingle.

It was an unnatural shift of the to Verzatea that she would recognize from her childhood, but to the others it was like walking through some hidden barrier separating the real world from a piece of paradise. A waver in the air before the forest became brighter and strangely more lively. A sudden breeze would pick up and drift through the tall trees animated as if an animated playful gust, twirling the hair of each party member and ruffling their clothes.

Though it would dissipate just as swiftly, lacking any desire to further tease and annoy the group. In the wake or the breeze had the natural must of the woods drifted through with a mixture of pine, grass and the slightly pungent aroma of flowers… And truly, it was a magnificent field of wild flowers and peaceblooms from which the smell originated.

As if the drifting breeze was guiding the group to their destination, for it was this single field is what separated them from the estate, its tower’s spires just barely visible over the tree tops.

The field they came upon carried three splintered, small creeks of clear blue water which traveled across the land and disappeared into the forest on both ends of the field, the tree lines hiding the origination of these creeks.

But it was the offer of water and visibility that allowed the herbivores and carnivores to mingle in harmony, like the animals were able to respect one another in the name of lounging. However elk, lynx and fox alike fled at the sight of the traveling pack of predators, even a flock of wild hawkstriders darted out of the clearing, hiding away in the safety of the brush and dense forest.

For what could be seen of the stroll through the patch of land, this forest was certainly enchanting, especially with the charming woodland creatures that chased through the tree tops and forest floor, too ot was the astounding scenery of multicolored trees fluttering in the bright moonlight.

All this paired with the rising volume of a distant harp drawing them in… it was beginning to look a lot better than a hut. Though from the look on Tea’s face, the hut would have been more preferred. She wore an expression of dread, roused awake after the sensation of entering the boundaries of her homeland. It would be here she requested to walk.

This, at the very least, she could afford to do after Kretus’s kindness in letting her recuperate. But too… She felt selfish to be carried when she was well enough to walk a little more.

As they began down the worn path leading from the fields up to the house would the grand architecture of the tall elven structure come into full view. White walls with golden accents shone bright large windows visible and covered with purple shaded curtains.

The pathway of the entrance had large pots and planters filled with gorgeous flowers in varying shades. Butterflies swarmed the property in a flurry of glittering wings, birds of bright and beautiful colors perched upon the intricately plotted flora design set in the front yard of the home; And unlike the other wildlife which had remained cautious of the traveling beasts, there was a plethora of varying beast species that found solace bathing in the moonlight near the home.

Elk, deer and other hooved animals convened in peaceful silence around a small man made pond to indulge their thirst. A pack of three golden lynx were all piled up and curled together for slumber.

A pair of fox could be seen dancing and playing along the tree lines before disappearing into it– But most prominently… A wolf stood guard on the other end of the forest. From which the group had traveled. A silent bristled sentinel, the black wolf deliberately watched them until they drew close enough to the home.

Then, without a noise, it turns and disappears back into the woods.

For now…this was home…

To be continued … .