#karvosh

@hamsterloki ‘s ocs for her bday :D

happy birthday hamypie :D

featuring @hamsterloki ‘s ocs based off of an ask

Karvosh, Emilicie, Andaakt, Flintgut, and Exaara :D

Karvosh: Strawberry-Rhubarb pie, because a weird mix of sweet and bitter, and rhubarb leaves are poisonous so you have to be careful when making it.

Exaara: Apple pie, because it's traditional, sweet, and you practically can't go wrong with it.

Flintgut: Steak and kidney pie, because it's flavourful, uncommon, and not for everyone but never so bad it's unwelcome. Also because meat pies are always served smaller than dessert pies.

Andaakt: Pecan pie, because it's delicious but can be deadly if the wrong person eats it.

The roar of battle was thick in the air. It was not the kind Karvosh preferred hearing, with the song of blade clashing against blade, but the odd cacophony of explosions and spell-slinging.

A platoon of inexperienced Horde mages had been ambushed by the Iron Horde in the middle of Talador, sandwiching them on both sides with the Iron Horde on one side, and the Shadow Council's forces on the other, forced to dig in and fight to the last; no reprieve, no relief, and no hope.

Except the Iron Horde was completely unaware that reinforcements for the mages was on its way, and it was out-maneuvering them.

A battalion of assorted melee soldiers, and a few ranged fighters armed with rifles and bows, had been sent to relieve the besieged mages, and was now moving itself straight towards the Iron Horde's unprotected flanks. Among the number of those warriors, was Karvosh Worgbiter, donned from head to toe in thick plate armor that fit her like a second skin, crafted with her own hands, which currently clutched her similarly crafted battleaxe -- the bladehead alone was the size of a elf's torso.

At the sound of a war horn, Karvosh was among the many who let out a battlecry of, “Lok’tar Ogar!”, roaring at the top of her lungs as they charged up the rise of the hill behind the unsuspecting Iron Horde. They had scarcely a second to turn before the true Horde warriors were upon them, with Karv felling two of them with one swing of her axe, the mighty weapon splitting one orcish bowman in half from shoulder to waist and splattering her dark armor in crimson gore.

Karvosh isn’t going to do anything. While she doesn’t necessarily “hate” kids, she feels uncomfortable around them. This is mostly because she never really was fully socialized with children due to her upbringing, and her own childhood was extremely short since the Third War forced her to grow up very quickly (she was a child soldier pretty much the moment the internment camps were liberated). So, she doesn’t quite “click” with children. On the other hand, she also avoids children because of the fact she does care about them, and wants them to retain as much innocence and have as much of a childhood as she never got to have, but she just knows she would not be able to contribute positively to that; she’s territorial, aggressive, and has difficulty controlling her own strength at times. Basically, she’s bad with kids, but she knows she is, and cares enough about kids that she wants them to be happy, which means -without- her.

Exaara and Andaakt are both going to be working on having a few Children’s Week events in the Draenor garrison run by the Justicars; early in the Draenor campaign, Exaara had an impromptu orphanage set up within the garrison so orphaned children, or children separated from their parents, could have somewhere safe to stay and to make sure they are fed and cared for. This includes easily half a dozen Orcish orphans among the others, because Exaara refuses to burden the young with the actions of the old. The two of them would set up fun activities for them, and have other members of the garrison help them make baked goods so the kids get the chance to celebrate and hopefully take their minds off of the war. Flintgut would definitely be helping with the baking (likely using engineering to try and speed up the process.. With varied results).