𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴.

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         gOD i want to reply to baine buT... SHITTY LAPTOP... FLORIDA...

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                                                                           -- SORRY, PAL. NO REFUNDS.                                                                                       PENNED BY HELENA / PROMO BY REMI ♥

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BAINE.

        As he had before, Baine took time to respond. His gaze had hovered over Gallywix as he grew excited, a sure sign the tauren was actually weighing the words of the goblin. With a flare of the nostrils and the blast of hot air that came with in, Baine rose up to his flabbergasting height. 

“There is a chance...” he muttered softly. Baine glanced to one of the adjacent mesas and its assorted structures.  “It is not something to carry out lightly… I must convene with council.” 

Baine motioned to his home, “My quarters are your own until I return.”

         Finally, Gallywix went quiet. His eye twitched-- he was an impatient person, even for a goblin. He didn't want to wait for this sort of thing! Unfortunately, he also knew it was unavoidable... and the hour was late. For all his enthusiasm, the caffeine had to wear off eventually.

Beady eyes remained on Baine for a moment, before the trade prince turned towards his ally's home. He took another puff of his cigar before finally uttering a, "Fine. Do what you gotta-- I'm waitin' for your answer."

He was confident enough that he had sold him on the idea. The waiting game was a pain in the ass. He approached the steps leading up to the doorway and stopped-- not because he did not want to impose, but because he wanted to finish his cigar outside in the cold where he wouldn't fall asleep. Though, apparently his mage had found a way, now that he looked over at her. She was as good as fired.

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BAINE.

                 Another rough exhale, this time slower, eased from Baine. His large head bobbing some in a methodical way. Swiftness was by no means a priority at the moment. You didn’t rush this sort of thing. The night’s pleasant breeze rustled the tauren’s short fur ever-so-slightly as he pondered.  

After his ears twitched slightly, Baine nodded. He turned his attention back to Gallywix and Gallywix alone. “It would be no small task…”

Swinging his head back to look across the plains of Mulgore, Baine scratched his chin. “My people are close and content with what follows after death. To use our rituals on the spirit of an outsider, however much an ally…” Baine paused - caught up on his words though he did not show it. 

“-There is a chance it would not work at all.”

         The goblin's ears visibly perked at Baine's statement, despite what he was actually saying. "So there is a chance it could work," he shot back, gesturing with his cigar. "Believe me, whatever happens-- there 'ain't a price Bilgewater can't pay."

The night cold was by now lost on Gallywix. His blood burned with an excitement that had, once upon a time, been lost on the trade prince. Deposing Maldy, and his own mother? Piece of cake. Hardly worth the effort. But everything since joining the Horde-- even the process of joining itself!-- had brought some life back into the gathering of profits, which had long been missing.

Perhaps it was then no wonder the Horde actually mattered to him. It was his faction, and Gallywix took care of what was his.

"We're all mortal here, Baine," he said. "I get it. But I'm not gonna roll over and let the Horde get steamrolled by somebody else's incompetence. I don't think you will, either."

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BAINE.

Baine remained silence for a long while - simply watching Gallywix move about and continue on with his pitch. The young bull’s expression sunk inward seemingly further and further into a sort of reserved discomfort. When Gallywix was at last done, dashing his statement with a firm period - Baine exhaled roughly. 

Glancing to a lush patch of grass, the high chieftain slowly sat his immense form down. He looked off for a moment or two before glancing back to Gallywix. The tone which Baine then assumed was almost that of a concerned father.

“Gallywix… There is no shame in mourning. You have shown us your strength.”

         The suggestion of mourning turned Gallywix's expression suddenly cold. Impressive, that he be quieted for even that long, as his eyes followed the high chieftain. Allowing silence for the moment, the trade prince reached into his coat pocket to fetch himself a cigar, his hands far too twitchy in the confusion of fatigue versus hyperactivity.

"I don't mourn," he hissed, lighting the cigar. He didn’t need Baine’s patronizing as he perceived it to be. "I get things done. And with Sylvanas at the reins, you know just as well as I do that nothing's getting done."

You have shown us your strength. What the actual hell did Baine mean by that? Strength as in... physical? Emotional? Resolve?? Some Tauren-spiritual nonsense, probably. Gallywix decided he didn't give a crap.

He exhaled a breath of smoke. "So what's your answer, big guy?"

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          jastor got his mother’s eyes :3c

those greedy, evil, ready-to-scam-you-dead eyes.

but yes, basic design for jastor’s mom. referencing off the goblin lisa without being boring was the idea here.

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          because i can never rp without immediately following up with new meta, i’ve been thinking about gallywix and the two times his mother tried to kill him.

i’m thinking it could have happened while he was still a teenager, the age of FIFTEEN comes to mind. the FIRST time happens after she suddenly pulls his assets out from beneath him, and she warns him to stay out of HER new business. she then throws him down a flight of stairs, breaking his skull open on the way down. druz finds him unconscious and bleeding.

the second time occurs after a failed attempt to depose of her. lisa uses gallywix’s own tricks against him, resulting in him being badly burned in a fire. once again, he is retrieved -- he does not fully recover before getting back up to finally succeed over his mother and reclaim what he earned.

and then he kills her, completely by accident. turns out there were still some explosives that hadn’t gone off on her ship, oops.

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MITH.

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     “Oi - oi!”

     Not the most polite way to greet a stranger, but manners seemed the least of everyone’s concern at present. Which was their own damn fault, really, for putting Hellscream on trial rather than just summarily executing on the spot as was protocol. Why were mortals so stupid.

     And speaking of stupid mortals…

     “Have you, ah. Have you happened to see a mage around here?” One pale hand would gesture nonsensically at the lounge they found themselves in, while the other rose to knot through her hair. “White hair, except for some gold, has a… bit of a temper at the moment, also is probably wearing purple.”

         hellscream’s trial was one hell of a trip back down memory lane. back when he was new enough at politics that he, too, landed himself on trial. many times, in fact -- but goblin “justice” was based on whose lawyer was paid more, not who was right. to see an honest trial was almost fascinating! plenty of EXPLOITABLE faces, too. of them --

ZOEN MITH, bastard child of the late arthas menethil. oh, yes, he had heard of her. only a child, really, when she met her end. among the infamous of the ebon blade, she was valuable for mommy and daddy’s blood and little else -- but valuable nonetheless.

it took only a microsecond’s decision to give the girl a blank look, folding his fingers over the end of his cane. “depends. who thinks she’s got the right to speak to me?”

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@talahdorei // CONTINUED.

          “aw, you WOUND me, chief.”  -- a hand places its palm to his chest in mock hurt while the other, previously offered, pulls back. it had of course occurred to him that he was well beneath her in height, how could it not?  considering he had to break his neck  ( or many chins )  leaning back to even meet her eyes. he turned instead to the post-plague lordaeron night sky, black and shrouded in pestilent mist.  “the night’s young an’ beautiful, as you are in death. but i guess you’ve made it clear that flattery ‘ain’t your favourite thing.”

( this place made him sick. from kezan, he could only hear of the scourge’s destruction from second-hand and third-hand accounts. now he no longer wondered how entire kingdoms fell to the chemical warfare the dead employed -- the forsaken were such a hypocritical people. HA! )

“you know,” he began, “you’re a real mystery, sylv’. your mind, your DECISIONS. i look over the numbers an’ reports my people give me, keepin’ track of things on the horde’s end of things -- and wonder what your PLANS are now that you’ve taken vol’s place.”

( so far, far as he could tell, nothing AT BEST. he would love to depose of her HIMSELF, but politics were never so simple. )

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          i’m just comparing my baby!jastor to his adult self and like. what happened to turn this cute, if chubby little brat

into this eye-bleedingly hideous blob

oh yeah, he got rich and spoiled himself so far beyond rotten, the void itself shudders when his name is mentioned

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          now see i could have just posted this on my personal but i get more compliments on my rp blogs. also i look like a million dollars so this is totally relevant to gallywix //SLAPPED

headed out tonight! highschool friend asked me to come to her birthday party. figured id go catch up w/ her.

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          “ now, if only there were somebody you could PAY to give a crap. ”

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