#spectrisconsarcio

Send me a 🌻 , and I’ll tell you whatever tf I want

I normally don’t crush on game characters, but Lady Liadrin is a completely different story altogether. Holy shit. @littlestcreampuff and @madnessofthefirmament know. Liadrin is who originally inspired my first ever RP character, @strifetamer .

Excited to finally start RPing my Forsaken Tidesage!

I wish Blizz would give us more canon about the races and gold worth. So far, here’s stuff from the Traveler book:

Forsaken can sometimes have no blood or ichor in them at all, and they cannot die by being decapitated or torn to pieces. One character, the Whisper-Man, was shredded to bits and was still cackling from his dismembered head. He then began reattaching himself with his other body parts. Makasa suggested burning his body to truly kill him.

And the vague:

(... is. Is that cat wearing a top hat?)

For every 💭 I receive, I will write one thought my Muse has had about yours.

{ i always figured it was a conscious verbal aesthetic type thing? growling and short words (unlike the soft flowing speech of other nelfs) comes across as scary and intimidating. very warden-y }

[Continued from here, @spectrisconsarcio.]

In the wake of the Legion re-establishing itself in a more permanent fashion, other forces had begun to stir and awaken: there hadn’t been any reports on the how but the what was that the Lich King had re-awakened. In the full glory of one who would destroy his enemies and allies alike, given enough time to do so. The undead had grown restless. Alliance and Horde settlements both who remained in the frozen wastes were being attacked, and there was rumor… Someone was forming an ice bridge reaching for the Eastern Kingdoms.

In Kalimdor the same rumor was repeated, regarding their own border. No one knew the truth… Even Needle. What Needle knew was that Zaznoba went missing about the time this all started. Disappeared off the face of the map, and logically the only place she might have gone, was the very source of all this action. He hadn’t been able to respond immediately, there was still a Legion threat to take care of…but…for the best reasons, that had quelled. Which brought them to now…

Being captured. Being bound. The gags, the chains: the queen.

Their queen, who they all looked to even as the Illidari did. Her full plate armor had been upgraded, darkened, twisted visages of skulls and bones cresting her pauldrons, the pieces of leather holding the buckles to of questionable origin, and her face shrouded by the darkest diaphanous fabric; a veil, and a hood in one, set upon by a crown of saronite. Unmistakable however, for the glow of one eye peeking through the skull-patterns in the weft. “He does not have to behave,” her voice boomed; always, she had been unable to rid herself of the many-voice, a defect in her engineering, but somehow it seemed bolder now. Louder…more commanding. The guards’ postures straightened to it. “Bring them. Follow me…our king wishes an audience.”