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@wingletwriter
(javert voice) i am from nebraska too
(javert voice) You know nothing of the farm!
@wingletwriter Deida dodging any proposals that Aimin makes and failing horribly
That is -so- Deida and Aimin.
do you ever like⦠hear somebody make a joke about how sad they are and everyone else is laughing but youāre sitting there like: i gotta help this guy. holy shit are you okay bud. nice joke but for real iām here when you need me we can talk about anything no judgement
My Orgrimmar experience.
doodlin @wingletwriterās scruffy goblin man aimin bc iām not sure how to draw him still. dat second attempt on the right though.
Oh man Iām cute!
-excitedĀ āeeeeeeā sounds-
"I wonder where I'm gonna end up. Doesn't matter, I rather like this boat. It's so nice, I'll go back to sleep for a while."
Somehow I can see Deida doing this, floating down some river in Northrend.
An RP character waiting to happen!
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This is totally cool!
(706):The only times we have to apologize in this friendship is when you intentionally punch me and thatās only happened once so itās okay
@bilgewatersiren This is even more Ella and Aimin.
(425): And then I realized my chick friends consist only of sober you, drunk you and hungover you
@wingletwriter (I DONāT KNOW WHY THIS MADE ME THINK OF AIMIN)
Yeah, Iām thinking of Aimin there too.
āI Am Hordeā - Aimin
Iām not a warrior.Ā I donāt like fighting.
Iām definitely not a warlock. Iāve got fel allergies.Ā
Thereās not a magical bone to be found in my body.
But I know mounts.Ā And you know why I know mounts?
Because of the Horde.
When I washed up in Kalimdor, I didnāt know squat. I hadnāt even seen a kodo or a wolf or a talbuk. But the trainers in Mulgore, they took me in, they fed me, they taught me what they knew, and they gave me a chance to find where I fit.Ā
And when you look at these trainers, they donāt look anything like me. We got a taunka, tauren, blood elf, troll, orcs. We all have the same job and we all do our part, cause if we donāt, thereās no food at our campfire that night.
I may not fight for your glorious cause. But Iāll train for you the best damn mount you ever rode, and she will bring you home.
Iām Aimin Stungun. Iām a goblin.
And I am Horde.
āI Am Hordeā - Isrienn
I came out of the ashes of the Dead Scar. The Scourge took my family, my home, everything but me.
And so I left Eversong Woods and joined the Army.
The Horde put a shield on my arm and a blade in my hand. They taught me to fight and gave me a reason to live again, to protect people from ever feeling helpless like I did.
I was there when we marched upon Icecrown and watched my comrades being torn limb from limb. I have lost more brothers in arms than I can easily name, though I light candles for them each year, on the anniversary of when we brought Arthas down.
I helped rescue survivors in the wake of Deathwing.
I stormed the beach of Pandaria.
Even today, Iāve not turned my back. I accepted a lesser post so I could see to the needs of an orcish friend, a comrade Iām not willing to lose.
The Barrens are my home and I will defend its inhabitants with my life.
I am Isrienn Farlight. I am Sinādorei.
And I am Horde.
I have bent to the undertow of misfortune, all my life. I have been ridiculed. I have been feared. I have suffered forces beyond my control, and I have survived them, one by one.
I have practiced kindness. I have staved off the demons that lurk in the shadows, I have spoken reason with the monsters and nightmares that keep you awake at night. I have sought light in the darkness and I have helped others find their way, when they have been all but lost to this world or the next.
I refuse to let corruption and despair take me. And for all of it that I have suffered, I am still here.
I am Deida Flickershade. I am a goblin.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¦And I am Horde.
āI Am Hordeā - Kizelle
I never really had a home. Bounced from place to place, never belonging. Finally ran away, half-starved, barely two coppers in my pocket, and I came to Orgrimmar.
I learned to be more than just a little piece of nothing living in the back room of a shop.
I made friends who believed I could take on anything, even when I didnāt believe it.
I have faced down bullies in Orgrimmar and I have won.
I have seen death on the fields of Tanaan and I have told it, āNot this time.ā I have healed and I have helped bring children into the world.
Iām Kizelle Keepitcheap. Iām a goblin.
And I am Horde.
āI Am HordeāĀ Series
In the wake of what seems like an increasing amount of racial hostility and prejudice among the Horde lately, Iāve been mulling over a little series I like to callĀ āI Am Horde.ā Really more like commercials, but enjoy.
WoW acronyms are basically asking for it @scribblytchotchkes
[dan avidan voice] well arenāt you proud of yourself
And thanks to my Wow/Rift crossover memory glitch issues, I donāt know what BoFA is...
Battle of Falling Over... Big or Fail Area... Battle of Far Acres...Beaten or Flying Away...
I love the way you say good morning.
Aimin humming to himself.
Humming
The big, burly taunka stooped over the campfire, trying to focus on scrambling plainstrider eggs. This wasnāt a task that required a great deal of concentration. Normally.
Normally, the other members of his mount training team were quietly awakening at this time of the morning, maybe folding up their bedrolls or lumbering towards the fire.Ā
Not. Humming.
Nassir... hated... humming.
With a rumble and snort, he darted his dark eyes across the ring of bedrolls, to the smallest one. The empty one. His thoughts of murderous strangulation were cut short as he felt a hand on his shoulder.Ā
āEggs are burning,ā the blood elf woman murmured, hair still disheveled from sleep.
Nassir grunted and turned back to the frying pan and shoved his spatula at the eggs roughly.
The blood elf woman flickered a smile as she sat down.Ā āHeās doing it again, isnāt he?ā
Nassir just snorted, like a disgruntled clefthoof.
She smiled wider and gave a quiet laugh. Leaning back, she could see the goblin sitting on the nearby fence, his dangling legs swaying with some unheard beat. In fact, his whole body seemed to be getting into a song no one could hear, save the intermittent bouts of humming.
āHeās... humming, Encari,ā Nassir muttered, dropping scrambled eggs on a plate.
āLet him enjoy it, Nassir,ā she said softly.Ā āIāve never seen Aimin like this. And Iāve wanted to see him truly happy for a very, very long time.ā