#shxwmaster

Oh, his favorite type is death knights, absolutely. It's not even a question -- they are him, writ small. Darion Mograine notes in a Scarlet Enclave quest:

It is the will of the Lich King that drives us onward, <name>. None are more aware of this than death knights. Our very existence is intrinsically tied to his very consciousness. Surely you have heard him speak to you - invading your thoughts...

( This intrinsic connection to his consciousness, by the by, is why I think death knights in particular are forbidden from sleeping. Stay out of his dreams! )

As for if he has a least favorite, probably not. If he didn't like them, he wouldn't make them. Even undead like vargul, who are made specifically as a punishment, aren't exactly disliked by Arthas. He likes what they are just fine: miserable, wretched, and bent to his will. If they hate their present circumstances, well, that's their problem.

i've parked shaw at a 5'8", how does that fare against alleria and tiffin

​shaw is slightly shorter than alleria and slightly taller than tiffin

                                                “ DON’T LAUGH - just hear me out. ”

he stands there in the late evening rain with his arms folded, a frown cast across his mouth, & two ripe red scratches across the apple of a cheek. he’s been pacing the wind’s deck for some time, awaiting the spymaster’s return & ignoring the LOOKS shot his way by various crew finishing up night-time tasks.  a layer of water has slogged down his hair & coat, but by this he’s unbothered - more PRESSING concerns, like what had originally LED HIM HERE :

  silence hangs AWKWARDLY and fingers toy with one another nervously as si-u stands in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar man. ---well, not entirely unfamiliar; he’s heard a FAIR AMOUNT about this ‘shaw’ from flynn, but this? this is not how he expected to meet the person flynn speaks so fondly of.

     “ ...i-- i’m sorry that he just left me here. ”  he finally speaks up, referring to the way that fairwind had MARCHED them both in here, then took off with little to no explanation for either him OR shaw. it’s not the first time it’s happened --- anytime the captain has deemed a trip too dangerous for si-u to tag along for, he’s dropped him off somewhere safe. it’s just... less often that he sticks someone with BABYSITTING DUTY without prior warning.

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          Valeera feels some allegiance to Stormwind as a whole. She lives there and has for some time now, even if it’s not on a full-time basis because she’s regularly embroiled in Azeroth’s conflicts and engaging in other rogue work across the planet. Moreover, her best friends are in Stormwind (or were... rip), and she considers it her home to some degree because of those two things. Unlike in most places, she feels secure enough in her chambers in the Keep to sleep without startling awake at every small sound. There are also some superficial things she likes about Stormwind compared to other cities, such as the various secret passage ways and nooks and crannies to get into, and all the adjoining rooves to climb.

          But the people in Stormwind are not her people, the customs are not hers, the language is not hers, and even if the officials closer to the king tolerate her because the king says they have to, the ordinary civilians are not accepting of her. The guards in Theramore were suspicious of Valeera’s allegiance, dwarves in Ironforge wanted to have her drawn and quartered, and I don’t think perceptions of her are any more favourable in Stormwind. Valeera has a line in Wrath of the Lich King, while sitting in Stormwind, that’s consistent with this idea:

I heard the Horde is amassing its own army to head to Northrend. HOPEFULLY your Alliance and the Horde can focus their aggression on the real threat. You know, instead of each other? Somehow I think that's unlikely to happen, if my experience here is any indication. Your people have been SO welcoming to me. <Valeera mutters angrily to herself.>

          She’s really not having a good time 😬 She can’t leave the Keep, where people are at least not shocked to see her, without being reminded by the stares and whispered comments she receives that she does not belong in Stormwind, and not even because of anything she has personally done. There are other things about Stormwind that she dislikes too, such as the weather, the canals when they get sewer-y, and the quel’dorei. Still, Valeera doesn’t want to see Stormwind get destroyed, and she will fight back against anyone who tries to invade it or hurt its people. But she would do the same for anyone who doesn’t deserve it fjkhakj

“ … Would you believe me if I said I came in peace? ” There are no clever tricks to veil the pounding of the heart; no skill can mask the jungle warmth of blood and flesh still flush with vitality. Breath betrays Shaw for the pathogen he is, stumbling blind through the body of Icecrown, of Arthas --- his hallway veins, his metalwork flesh --- " Did you? How novel. I most certainly have not." --- his white blood cells, creeping forth in mismatched ranks.

He's scarcely found enough time to meander about Stormwind, let alone entertain the little friendships he'd happened upon. So, when he finishes paperwork early and catches Flynn in the city, he swoops out of stealth beside him, hand catching his arm for attention. " Busy? " He'd ask, barely waiting for an answer. " There's something I want to show you while you're still in the city. " // @shxwmaster​

HE’S PERCHED UPON the corner of one of the low, flat columns that mark this particular bridge meeting cobblestone, lunch in hand, eyes upon the few fish that swim through the water below. even were he NOT distracted, he suspects the sodding spymaster would STILL get the jump on him--- flynn nearly CHOKES as shaw essentially MATERIALIZES at his side, the captain releasing a string of expletives that have something to do with the ‘tidemother’s tits’ & ‘golganneth’s thunderous smite’ ;

                                                     “ BROAD DAYLIGHT & no sight of you -                                                                         how do you DO that ?”

THE BOTH OF THEM an affinity for roguework, proficiencies in blades & quick footwork, though their methods differ beyond that - shaw’s the MASTER of ASSASSINS, & flynn’s just got sharp aim & an abundance of luck---& the clever acuity to CRAFT his own if there’s none to be found.

---but flynn’s shock soon subsides, & the captain is allowed the chance to notice shaw’s hand upon him, a SUBTLE touch, but PROMINENT when coming from a man who makes every action CONSCIOUSLY & has been OBSERVED to be a participant in very few acts of such simple contact.  fairwind SNIFFS as a final off-handed act to collect his composure, & appreciates that shaw’s instigated touch here, though suspects it may be a preemptive attempt towards mollification for having spooked him.

flynn scoots off the corner of the post, wraps up his lunch & shoves it into his pocket, smooths down his coat & peers down at shaw ;