#anbori

A lovely Breakfast with the Blastflights! 

Thank you @erughostcat for drawing this commissioned piece for me! Your art is stunning!

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@hamsterloki ‘s Rizkit Blastflight

Yulia Blastflight

“Damn him. Damn him to Deepholm and all the trogs there. He is no better than any of them.” A young goblin girl groaned as she worked on wrapping a bandage around her midsection. “I should have sent him flying sooner.” She hissed. All the while she industriously worked on applying potion and salve into the bandages. 

The wound was not deep but it was jagged and torn at the edges. A sword strike deep into the flesh just above the hips. She had been lucky that no major organs or blood vessels had been hit when the blade went through and through but still it was not a simple wound to heal. Her initial potions had jump started the healing process but it was not enough to completely seal the wound.

“I should have Sent his ass flying sooner.” Anbori growled as she finished with the bandages. She had not shed a tear yet and held them back valiantly. Today had been the last straw for her. Her boyfriend, a goblin warrior by the name of Johnny Greenhinge, was a grade A asshole. Possessive and violent but to the young eyes of the inexperienced Anbori he was amazing. Until recently where his violence towards had come to a head. It woke her from her lovedrunk stupor and she finally took action. 

@hamsterloki ‘s idea: “Potion gone wrong.”  

I thought “Huh. If a potion goes wrong, what could happen. Oh I know! It could cause a fire in the shop! The shop would burn for a bit and would have to be put out by the Booty Bay Fire Department, aka that one dumb drunk icemage they keep at the bar! That will take a bit of time so... What does Anbori’s face look like while she waits? Super sad.”

There She stood, staring up at the White Tiger, Xuen

"You called for me?" She asked with a quirked brow. "What would I be able to do for you?"

"A test." The voice of the White Tiger echoed in the chamber. "A test of Being. Do you submit? You have seen many others take it here in the few days you have been here."

Anbori sighed as she glanced around. It was late at night. No one but Xuen and his personal guard were there. "Are you certain you wish to see what I hate most?" She said softly. There was a hint of anguish in her words as she felt her crocolisk bump her legs. 

Xuen simply nodded and motioned her to move to the center of the chamber. 

Anbori motioned to the Crocolisk to stand at the door as she walked to the far edge of the ring. She knew what she would see. Many a hero of the Horde and the Alliance had been through this test before her. She had watched them fight but what she feared was what they saw would not be the same as hers.

"Begin." The voice of the White Tiger commanded and from the center of the room a shadow appeared and drew from Anbori her feelings of Violence, Anger and Hatred and turned them into a Sha that took her from.

With quick reflexes she dueled her shadow, matching violence with violence. Quickly she Struck down this Sha and waited. Her eyes hollow and unfocused. 

"I was never one for truly violent things as a child. Not until after that day." 

She spoke out loud. She blinked and thought about what she said. Why had she said it? What purpose did such a statement serve? Who was it meant for? Anbori did not have much more time to think on the matter as the Sha reformed again taking on her Anger. It had grown powerful but with her anger came her sloppy technique. This Sha was like herself and in the goblin's state of calm she did not have issue dispatching it.

"Good. You can over come your own need for violence and push away your anger..." The White Tiger began to praise but a sudden burst of wrecked sound burst forth from the Sha's remains. "Your hatred has a form, no? Is it that of the Human King?" Xuen mused as he watched with growing horror as the Sha took shape.

"No." Anbori said in a numb voice. "It takes the form of something far more sinister. Someone who died and denied me the right to end him." Her voice grew hot and a whistle reacted her lips as she looked up to hulking Sha. Her Crocolisk was at her side. 

"Who is this?" Questioned the White Tiger as it took a step back. 

"Deathwing. Netharion. The Former Dragon Aspect of Earth. The Aspect of Death. The Worldeater. The being that killed my family right before my eyes." Anbori said as she raised her bow. "My hatred made manifest." She said before beginning to fire upon the monstrous Sha. Whistles of arrows and her voice rang out as she called for from the shadows the pets she had tamed in her travels to aid her in this battle. It strained her to the edge of her strength. 

The Sha found itself unable to move, held down by the mass of beasts upon its limbs. 

"Now... I do what Was denied me for many years." Anbori said softly as she pulled out an old rusted dagger. A child's blade that was honed to a razor's edge. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pushed the blade into the Sha's core. With a single thrust she ended its existence. 

The goblin lass slumped to her knees as the Sha vanished. The blade fell to the ground in a soft clatter. Tears flowed from her eyes and Laughter from her lips. "So easy. Too Easy. But... I don't feel Like I was robbed of anything." She said through her laughter.

"Oh dear child. To know such a hate boiled within you, to keep such a monstrous hate within such a small vessel. You are a brave soul." Xuen said softly as he descended his throne and sat down before Anbori. "Poor child."

"I am no child. I am just a woman who lost everything..." Anbori spat through with her tear soaked voice.

"Not everything. Look around you. The animals you have tamed stand with you. All are loyal to the end. To them you are their family." Xuen responded with a tone of calming in his voice.

Aka five facts less well known. Tagged by winter-dawnforge

As I have the main characters here... Five each!

Anbori:

1.  Anbori spent months in the Caverns of Time doing on particular cycle of events day in and out. It was enough for the dragons to ban her for a year and place her in Pandaria.

2. Anbori survived for about a half year in Pandaria before the Horse and Alliance arrived.

3. In her early days she barely spoke and was thought to be mute. It turned out it was just extended shock from losing her family to Deathwing on Kezan.

4. By the time she went to Draenor she had come to terms with the loss and and has dedicated her to finding out how Deathwing got to that state.

5. Anbori likes to make cakes when not making explosive devices or potions.

Volindra:

1. She does not understand the idea or the stigma that is attached to being a warlock. She happily follows the laws but just does not see why warlocks are seen as problems.

2. Very little of Volindra's natural power is tainted with fel magic. In fact her magic over all has almost no fel in it beyond curses and summons.

3. Volindra summoned her first demon a few days after she was adopted. That imp has grown in power in time and is now classified as a Fel imp.

4. Volindra does not think of herself as handicapped.

5. Her constructs and the sha share smiliar properties.

Orberon:

1. Orberon has no memories of his childhood. It is all one blank spot.

2. Orberon has a younger  half sister and brother whowho he adores. They are still babies though

3. His name granted during his acceptance into the Sunwalker was 'Brother Stormbreaker'

4. The reason Orberon is a Retribution paladin is that during training he broke many shields when throwing them.

5. His darkest day has yet to come but he has seen then spectre of it in Pandaria.

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