#jora

A silly Jeff drawing I've been trying the time to finish

He is slav, his name is Jora now

First few days of OC-Tober Characters this year: 1) Tsafried (were-human-rabbit who is only human on three days every month) 2) Jora (a small, very nice and witch who cares a lot (DSA)) 3) Koragam (first time appearance! He is a cleric for Angrosch, the dwarfen god who is also the god for all crafts (DSA)) 4) Rauhe Else (mythical being that enjoys her life as a swamp witch) 5) Felix (takes care of Tsafried and is a cleric for the god of life, Tsa (DSA)) 6) Idee "Schmitti" Schmied (first time appearance! Artificer warforged who is living in various animes (isekai, shonen, harem) depending on who is the main charater (DnD) - built by Bora) 7) Ufinda (Thorwal craftsperson, sailor, sharpshooter (DSA) - adopted by Bora) 8) Odila (war-mage who lost her memory (DSA) 01. & 02. Oct: Trying to find a face for Schmitti

03. Oct: Ufinda: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass. Odila: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL! Ufinda: …Your point

04. Oct: Wynne because I played her that day. Poor gal is in a situation she does not like.

06. Oct: Bora in her DnD scenario... also in a tough situation (I think). 05., 07. & 08. Oct: Else: Alright Ufinda, Koragam. Let's go over this one more time. Else: If something breaks? Ufinda: We try to fix it before Jora gets home. Else: If it doesn't work? Koragam: We blame Schmitti. Schmitti: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

Her skin had been as blue as the ocean with flares of white among her mane to match the caps of a wind swept coast. Long legged, bright crimson eyes, and tusks that bore the intricate designs of the Darkspear tribe. She was beautiful. It was hard to believe she had thought anything of the young green orc from Outland other than a casual lay. It had honestly had only started as that and to be fair ended that way.

Her name was Jora, she felt it wasn’t necessary to share a last name in the constant state of war that the world was in.

‘Live in the moment, love in the time ma sweet pup.’

There had been an almost condescending tone to her love language with Fenrag, but he was far too young and dumb to care. The apprentice Blademaster had finally reached the grand city of his heroic tales and was eager to find his way to serve the Horde. He had dreams of living like Samuro or Lantresor with a blade in hand a banner of red on his back.

He hadn’t expected what was to come later on, but that was later in the past rather than the present past.

The present past he’d been picked out like a fine cut of kodo, Jora fire fueled eyes spying the country born, young buck with a fine hunger for his strength. Who was he to say no? Or want to say no?

Fenrag learned what it was like in the city from Jora and what it was to be a competent lover. The few months together were something to be told in passing but with plenty of secrets for the lonely nights afield.

Bright and fierce, it was inevitable to end with a wave and a promise that lead to an end as all tales in war go. Battle swept the field, wars started and ended, and the last known word on Jora had been of the burning of Teldrassil. The night elves are swift with vengeance for all who bore the red and black in those times.

Arrows are the longest embrace.

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Ishiko is so short she barely appears in cutscenes with norn

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