#Chavivah

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Why They Did It

(( Continued from What the Horde Scum Did, RPed with @commander-dawnstriker who played as Throrim.))

It was almost strange to learn what the interior of the Dalaran hospital looked like. Not too long ago, it teemed with intense doctors, crying guests, nurses whose frowns heralded news that could rip a soul apart, and a sea of cots and broken bodies. For the first time, Qaradoc noticed that some of the floor tiles had more red than the others.

The three young dwarves who'd told Qaradoc and Throrim about their mysterious saviors had already come and gone. They approached a nurse, who gestured them both to a square of white sheets dangling from the ceiling - save a gap wide enough to enter. With a slow hand, the gentlemanly monk dipped his hand to retrieve the golden pocket watch.

When he entered, his brows rose in surprise, the expression below them otherwise stoic. He didn't know what to expect when he laid eyes on the apparent 'heroes'. But it wasn't this.

The Forsaken priestess peered up at the visitors with intrigue, but confusion. She couldn't have died any younger than her early fifties. In place of eyes were tired embers resembling church candlelight, betraying a constant state of hurt worry. Her face was a piteous, guilt-reaping landscape of drooping crevices, her nose large and hooked. The appearance alone made Qaradoc feel as though he'd just slapped his own mother for giving him a teddy bear. And admittedly, something about this woman screamed 'strong-willed foundation of the family.' The meticulously styled dead grass she considered hair probably smelled like fake flowers. Resting over the blanket on her lap were yellowed claws jutting from her hands, and the skeletal balls of her elbows protruding from withered, green-hued flesh.

Beside her was a pandaren in his mid-30′s equivalent performing a miracle: not crushing the bed beneath him. Involuntarily the first words that entered Qaradoc's mind were 'giant wharf bum.' The fur coating his mountainous body was dull with wear, and the reeking fragrance of fish already invaded his senses. So scruffy was the shaman’s appearance that it was vaguely threatening, if not for the mellow smile greeting him. He had the demeanor of a low-key wallflower - a feat not easily accomplished by a tall man with such a blubbery pear-gut. Splaying out irregularly from his cheeks to his chin was a dark, haggard beard, hosting a braided goutee kinked with split ends. The shaggy mop over his head hadn't seen a brush in what looked to be... ever, and was ornamented with knotted leather and yarn fed through painted beads. Surrounded by dusky splotches, his beady eyes were the color of glaciers, his stare simple. 

The pause that weighed over them was long and awkward. Qaradoc’s trip to Dalaran was absorbed by mustering what to say once this moment arrived, but suddenly he'd forgotten the entirety of the Common language. 

 "...Can we help you?" the woman asked. A nasally sound, her arrestingly drawn-out voice seemed in a perpetual state of italics. It had an unusual lilt.

Finally Qaradoc found the nerve to clear his voice, standing with a properly stringent, cool-mannered posture. "Erm, yes," he said softly, presenting the watch. "I believe this is yours."

Throrim stood there confused, looking between Qaradoc and the two in bed. "Well fook me they weren't kiddin'! Fuckin' deader and a whale covered in fur saved those wee dwarven lives." Throrim laughed, slapping his knee.

Qaradoc glanced down at Throrim with mixed feelings hinting his features: subtle disapproval at his rudeness, but amusement. He wasn't wrong. 

The pandaren blinked, then pulled in his chin to stare at his belly, trying to find a resemblance to a seafaring mammal. 

"Oye, so this is what we get for--" she paused the nag-train and gazed at the two in shock. "Who are you?" 

"I am Master Qaradoc Taliesin, and this is Throrim Stoneframe. You saved the nieces and nephews of a lady I held very dear, and consider her family as my own." 

The priestess froze, allowing his implication to sink in. "...So she didn't make it?" 

"She did not." 

Her hair barely shifted when she shook her head. "Light and Shadow keep her." 

"I would be quite obliged if I also knew who you were." 

"...Chavivah," she answered finally. "Chavivah Benesh. This is Seo-yun," she gestured to the shaman, who nodded. 

Throrim took a steep bow from the waist, long beard and adornments clinking against the tiles. "Yer alright in my book. Ye saved the lives of those little dwarflings." He stood back up, still glancing curiously between the three.

Qaradoc wore a disquisitive expression similar to that of his companion, but stern. Wary. "I have but one question, Mrs. Benesh." 

"What's that, dear?" 

Dear. She blessed Pydilgri's memory, too. This gave the human some pause before he could brave the word. "Why?" 

"...Why?" Chavivah repeated, baffled at first. 

"Why did you save them?"

"'s a good question miss, Ya are Horde. And they're little dwarfs. Coulda just let 'em die, a few less Alliance to deal with. Can't say I woulda done the same." Throrim just scratched his beard thinking aloud.

Chavivah listened to Throrim's elaboration and gave a bitter scoff. Seo-yun released a heavy sigh through his nose. "The Horde..." she muttered. "For a time that name meant at least a bisel of something. You want to know why we did it, with the saving of dwarves? The same reason I'm tired of this petty Horde this, Alliance that.” Even in bed, her movements were eye-catching, yet frail. “That lady? I met her. She saved my son, and we locked eyes. The same eyes I had when I was alive, when all my children were alive. Always with the fighting and so many other mothers I could have locked eyes with. Hundreds. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. That is the truth of war. It's the nightmare that won’t let any mother sleep, or any family.” The pause was deafening. “...That is why we did it. For once we wanted to make a mother cry from happiness instead of loss."

"More power to ya miss, and I respect ya for it. Just sayin' I wouldn't be in the same mindset in the situation. I've been fightin' nearly as long as I've been alive." Throrim smiled, gave a small bow of respect to her.

Chavivah couldn't help but offer a small smile back. "Why should you want to continue, then? Nearly your whole life you've been fighting? Such a long time you dwarves live. I would be tired. I haven't fought so long and I am tired. Would I fight to protect my friends and family from an Alliance army, should they attack? Sure, in self-defense. But this faction war..." The glow of her eyes rolled in their sockets. "I'm done. This poor mensch," she gestured with a jerk of her head, "has hardly been involved compared with us and he's done." 

Seo-yun confirmed with a nod, the jaded knit of his forehead speaking for him. 

The astonishment churning inside Qaradoc was enough to tense his eyes. He swallowed and drew a breath with forced calm. "Blimey me, the Light actually touches them," he murmured. 

"The Light never left me, or my people," Chavivah answered firmly, knowing full well he wasn't expecting her to respond. 

"The Forsaken?" he asked, perplexed. 

"No, no. The Yibbrews. Many of us haven't abandoned our faith. It's helped us survive. Anyway." She held out her vulture-like hand to accept the watch, which Qaradoc placed with care (mostly to avoid her decaying palm). "Thank you for bringing back the watch. To my family it means a lot."

"Fightin' is what I'm good at Miss. I flew a gunship into the heart of Antorus only a few months ago. I get paid well for what I do. But I understand it's not for everyone. A little bit of peace wouldn't be terrible. Give me a chance to go explorin'." Throrim shrugged, perking his eyebrows at the mention of the Yibbrews of the north. "Thought you all died out."

"We did!" Chavivah almost laughed. "Well, the Lordaeron sect anyway. The orthodox tribe in southern Kalimdor is still living. Then many of us were risen again." 

She itched her claws at a weathered patch of skin on her forearm. "You sound brave. I bet you give your mother a cardiac arrest once a week." 

Qaradoc smirked. "Bloomin' likely." 

"Do you fight for fighting's sake, Mr. Stoneframe? Even with the Legion gone, in my opinion there are other things more worth fighting, if you really have to. But..." She gave a long, withered sighed, despite not having to breathe. "It seems tensions may be mounting again. Certainly I couldn't blame you for battling to defend." 

"So you don't consider yourself Horde? Either of you? What of you - surely you can speak for yourself?" he turned to Seo-yun. "Please, beg your pardon - haven't gotten a word in edge-wise." 

Seo-yun shrugged. He lifted his paw, palm facing down, and wiggled it in a so-so gesture. Then he shook his head. "Self-defense," was all he said. His voice was predictably deep and gravelly, though with a surprising warmth.

"And here I was thinkin’ ya were all wiped out," Throrim chuckled. "Hard as fook to kill aren't ye?" Then his head snapped towards Seo-yun. "BY MAGNI'S SPARKLING ASS THE BEAR CAN TALK?!" He chuckled, slapping his belly loudly.

Even Seo-yun's brief guffaw was scruffy-sounding. He got this reaction a lot. 

"You should be so lucky!" Chavivah exclaimed. "Months it took me to hear his voice! But oh, yes. Hard to kill, hard to please, and hard to walk away from without a full belly. Which I would be happy to do, if not these silly bandages. Oh that reminds me, in my purse hanging from the bed post are some sandwiches. Please, take as much as you like!" 

Qaradoc blinked several times, stunned by the unwarranted level of kindness. "Oh, gracious me. That's terribly kind of you Mrs. Benesh, but I'm quite fine," he declined, mostly out of politeness. 

Seo-yun suddenly winced, bracing himself. He knew exactly what was about to come. And here it goes. 

"What? You don't like my sandwiches?" 

"Oh no Mrs. Benesh, it's not that! It--" 

"After all the hours I slave injured in bed over a flimsy lunch table my sandwiches you don't like?" 

Overcome with insta-guilt embarrassment and the Gilnean urge to never be rude ever-ever-ever, Qaradoc almost stammered, but maintained a stiff lip. "Ah well-- perhaps a small bit for tea on the way back," he smiled reassuringly. A tentative hand slipped into her purse as he helped himself to a perfectly wrapped sandwich. 

"That is more like it. Such skin and bones!" The irony of her words wasn't lost on Qaradoc. "If my sandwich you eat maybe like me you won't look so much like!" She cast an expectant stare at Throrim, her motherly guilt-tripping machine aimed and loaded. 

Seo-yun just rolled his eyes.

Throrim simply shrugged, digging in and scarfing down a sandwich before putting another somewhere deep in his beard for later. Who knows where it went? "Many thanks lass, Good sammiches."

Chavivah beamed at Throrim as he gobbled it down, absolutely delighted that he reached for another to save for later. "Of course dear." She pointed a highly approving claw at Throrim, nodding at Qaradoc. "See that? There is a man who appreciates a good meal. Even with the heart attacks you must make your mother very happy," she nodded back at the dwarf. 

Qaradoc fidgeted with some discomfort. The annoyance on Seo-yun's face was so vibrant it was comical. Attempting to break some ice, Qaradoc lowered the sandwich into his satchel and spoke up again. "Well! This has been a surprising pleasure. And quite frankly... illuminating," he added sincerely. "Thank you for your time, Mrs. Benesh, Mr. Seo-yun. And for the sandwiches, they look lovely." 

They both smiled. "Thank you again for the watch, and for stopping by,” Chavivah replied. “Should we ever have to defend our friends and family, I hope we never have to see each other on opposite sides of a battlefield. You're a mensch, and so are you," she glanced at Throrim. 

"Indeed, and thank you." Qaradoc paused. "So you defend your loved ones, but you don't fight for the Horde..." he murmured, more to himself. "I'm glad I met you. I suppose I have a bit of thinking to do. A quick recovery to you both."

"Aye, I'll put in a word with some folks. Yer both good in mah book." He smiled, bowed deeply once again, beard clinking against the floor. "Takes a lot to shake up this Gilnean bugger, and ya done did it. Thank ya for that." He chuckled, patting his friend roughly on the shoulder.

Qaradoc chuckled with him, shaking his head. He showed no sign of being jolted by Throrim's friendly blow.

"About ready to head back home then friend?"

"Aye, I think we've gotten the full monty and then some. Let's give these chaps some rest." Qaradoc bowed his head. "Tara." He turned to leave. 

Seo-yun offered a friendly grunt goodbye. "Good health to you!" Chavivah called after them.

Throrim nodded, flashing a bright smile. "Pleasure meetin' ya folks."

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Chavivah Benesh - 5 GIFs

^ Aesthetic, knitting/embroidery hobbyist, “lovely” theme

^ Personality, her and Isaac once he moves out

^ Aesthetic, her faith, hope

^ Personality, theme, cooking

^ Darker side, undeath, resilience/willpower

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Mamme’s Secrets

(( Continuation from the first prompt ))

Select a single gif depicting a secret your character has that few, if any, know. Give zero explanation, be mysterious. Please tag me so I can read them. Here we go!

Chavivah Benesh

Tagged By: @safrona-shadowsun

Tagging: I already tagged a bunch so hey, just do it if you want to. :>

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44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t? - for any/all!

Seo-yun grinned and raised his paws. There was a glint of pining in his eyes before they closed, a warm reverie flashing behind them. His twiddling fingers imitated the strike of piano keys. They glided side to side for a moment, and then his eyes reopened. A once wistful expression fell into a forlorn stare at the bandages suffocating his arms and chest. Glancing back up at the visitor, he gave a defeated shrug.

The undead woman in the cot beside him offered a reassuring smile. “Maybe soon, Seoyun,” Chavivah said.

Seo-yun returned it with a small nod.

(( Thanks, @turning-through-the-never! ))

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Supper with Chavivah

► Name ➔  “Chavivah Benesh.” ► Are you single ➔  She gapes at the interviewer, then shoots an incredulous glare at an invisible audience. “So this schlemiel with all the questions asks the widower - who feeds him - if she’s single! Feh! Let’s hope they’re only trying to sell something.” ► Are you happy ➔ Chavivah withers a sigh, “Ohh... Maybe I should be. The doctor says I’m recovering well, but our planet? A good way to make some gelt for sure, but this cost I don’t like.” ► Are you angry? ➔  “You bet your fresh hot soup I’m angry! --Here, would you like--” her spoon pours another helping into the interviewer’s bowl before they can protest-- “some more dear? Anyway, Silithus was the birthplace of our faith and some big fiery putz with a big stick does what to it?! Oh but see! That wasn’t bad enough. Then the land of our sacred traditions starts bleeding and the whole planet is in on it for cash. So yes! Yes I’m angry! Almost everyone I know is angry!” ► Are your parents still married ➔ Despite not having to breathe, Chavivah sedates herself with a big huff of air and deflates. Her angst is replaced with a wry smirk. “Somehow the phrase ‘’til death do you part’ doesn’t hold the weight it used to. Who knows? Somewhere they might still be.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔  “Stratholme.” ► Hair Color ➔  She briefly hustles to the kitchen, her voice echoing from inside. “Oye... I don’t know, zombie light brown. I’m no good at making up colors.” ► Eye Color ➔  “Well they used to be brown, when I had them. A glow still counts, maybe?” Chavivah returns with another lush platter of food, which she gingerly places in front of the interviewer’s setting. “Gold?” she shrugs. ► Birthday ➔  “September 12th.” ► Mood ➔  “Oh... don’t worry over that, dear.” ► Gender ➔ She freezes, leering at her guest. They couldn’t have possibly asked what she thought they had. “...Oh-- I’m sorry. I must have misheard you. What was that?” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Ah! All right then. Summer. Summer is lovely.” She finally sits down, but her candlelight eyes flick persistently at his food. Chavivah looks ready to spring the moment he has less than five slices of bread. ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “What does it matter? I’ll be busying myself with something to keep Isaac comfortable. If only every now and then he’d say thank you to his mother. Who loves him.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔  “Oh, I’m well beyond that now.” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ She glances at the door to the basement, where her son is likely dwelling. “That depends. Is she Yibbish?” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔  Chavivah’s expression plummets into a dark frown. “A little thing called the Cult of the Damned. Feh! An affair I might have preferred!” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Well I’ll tell you one thing that’s guaranteed to break a heart - not calling your mother after you move.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔  “You ask that question a little late.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “No,” she replies pointedly, and slightly louder so her voice might carry down the basement stairs. “It’d be lovely to have a hug, but it’s all right. It’s not too important.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Oh, well," Chavivah smiles sheepishly. Had blood still pumped through her veins, she might have turned pink. “That’s how my late husband and I met, at the deli where I worked.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔  Immediately sobered by the question, she releases her trademark sigh. “Every Forsaken has done that.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Why love, of course! Lust comes after marriage, when you’re in your 30′s and have a doctorate.�� ► Cats or Dogs ➔  “Cats.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few best friends are good to have, but a community - that is what everyone needs. That is what holds people together.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Isaac goes out sometimes. But it’s all right. He can go out with his friends. I don’t mind staying at home...” ► Day or night ➔  “I enjoy the daytime, for the songbirds. Some things from my old life still give me comfort.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔  “Me? Oh, never!” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔  “Once, and knitting needles I was carrying at the time - how scary that was!” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔  Chavivah pauses. Siiiigh™. “Ohh, I suppose, but... It’s all right, it doesn’t matter.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Become one of those specters is what you mean? My skillet, I would hold onto how?”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔  “Eyes are temporary. Smiles can last forever.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔  “Taller men are what I preferred.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Well, from my experience, you keep only one.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔  “Hook-ups?! Is that what’s keeping him from giving me a daughter-in-law?”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Isaac and I are all that’s left. Sometimes he’ll stomp all over his mother’s heart, but regardless I love him. Words don’t describe how I love him.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “...This, you call life?” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “As a girl? Only once did I make that mistake.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔  “No, as long as I schlepped my part.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Hate? No, but, all these hours I slave over a hot stove and their dinner they won’t finish? The local pandaren ask for 6th helpings! Now that, that is a guest! By the way are you almost done with all the asking? You barely touched your soup! Keep this up and like me you’ll look like! Please, eat!” ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Maybe if more time I had to see them.” ► Who is your best friend ➔  “Joseph Finklestein, if I had to choose.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “My son may know more about me than I’d like.”

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[willowgust]

What the Horde Scum Did

The metallic clamor of Ironforge sang through the corridor stretching past Qaradoc’s stone porch, drenched in the smell of rust and earth. In his weathered chair, he settled a cobblestone with a thousand-mile daze. It wasn’t quite pensive, but thoughtful. Peaceful. A curt puff of smoke billowed from his lips. He stared into the polished bowl of his pipe. It was running out.

Throrim sat on the floor sharpening his axe, his beard still damp from his last drink of mead. "Qar old friend. I dunnae know how ye survived as ye did. But ye did, and tha' pincer made a noice tropheh." He nodded up to the fireplace inside where a large silithid hung, polished to a bright sheen.

A thin-lipped smirk tugged Qaradoc's face. "Don't be coy. I'd be popping clogs if you hadn't dragged my sorry arse to that lovely... What was that nurse's name? Sandra?" He glimpsed through the door at the manicured carapace. It was probably the nicest gift anyone had given him. "It does rather spruce up the mantelpiece, doesn't it?"

"Ain't one for interior decoratin'," Throrim chuckled, resting his freshly sharpened axe against the wall and taking another sip of his mead, drying his lips with his beard. "So wha did ya need me here for?"

"Ah!" Qaradoc perked with one last cloud of smoke. He set his pipe on the stone armrest. "Yes, I was wondering, how much do you know about Ironforge pests? I'm not certain of what mind you, but I seem to be getting some unwelcome guests in the kitchen, and I can't be sure what sort I may be deali--" Qaradoc froze suddenly. His attention was locked on something.

Throrim stroked his beard in thought about the different pests of the place, and between the rats and roaches they could be up for a tussle. "I dunnae kn... what are ye lookin' at lad?" He peered over toward his friend's point of view.

The monk blinked. They were still approaching him. His mouth parted as he slowly rose from his seat. The normally stoic Gilnean looked like Uther’s ghost was delivering him a pie on a unicycle.

Three young dwarves beamed at him from the corridor. “Oye, Master Taliesin!” a ginger-bearded man barked. “We’re back! There better be enough o’ those cigars fer all of us!” 

Everything in his chest tingled with the astonished joy he’d given up on feeling weeks ago. 

Throrim blinked at the dwarflings. "Well well, wasn't expectin' a party ya old coot." He stood with a brush of his beard and a low bow. "Evenin' lads. Name's Throrim Stoneframe." He grinned, leaning back against the wall. "What's all this with your skin fadin', weren't expecting company?"

Qaradoc shook his head at him. Before he could allow a knot to form in his throat or a sting to offend his eyes, he smoothed his expression to a blank gape. “I most certainly was not. These are Pydilgri’s nephews and niece - not sure if you recall my mentioning her. I thought they were pronounced dead back on Argus." 

"Pleasure meetin' ya, Mr. Stoneframe!" the same nephew exclaimed. "I'm Omn, that's Raggyn, and this is Dandarian," he pointed respectively. 

"How in blazes are you all still alive?” he muttered in disbelief. 

The question bore instant sobriety to their faces, slowing their climb up the porch stairs. Of course, it was a question they should have expected, but that didn’t make the reminder of their escape any less unpleasant. Dandarian hesitated. She pulled at the sandy-brown foxtail cascading over her shoulder before stepping forward. Her brothers slumped in gratitude as she accepted the burden.

“Yer, uh...” She huffed an awkward chuckle. It was shattered by a frown. “I dunnae if yer gonna believe it, Qaradoc. Or approve. It was...” Dandarian swallowed. All of them carried a vague sense of fear, shame even. Their eyes latched onto Qaradoc’s face, his posture, as though uncertain of a scolding. 

Qaradoc found himself disliking how ‘sheepish’ looked on them. It was making him nervous. 

“Well, we were critically wounded,” she said finally, “but two healers arrived and covered us so we could retreat.”

Throrim nodded as he listened, smiling as he realized the origins of these young ones. "Good old Alliance, sending healers in after the kids." He remembered his time on Argus fondly. Though his words only seemed to make the three fidget more uncomfortably. 

Qaradoc's forehead creased. “As much of a miracle as this surely was, that doesn’t sound so appalling,” he remarked. 

“We were... we were saved by a Pandaren wavespeaker.” 

There was an unimpressed pause. “...Is there an ‘and’?” 

Dandarian braced herself. “And a Forsaken priestess.”

Throrim choked on his mead. "For fooks sake lads. I'm surprised they didn't take you out themselves!" He cleared his throat and waited to hear Qaradoc’s response. 

Qaradoc said nothing. He went pale.

Raggyn took a defensive step to stand beside her, "Just--let me explain," he started.

"I'll get more mead." Throrim waddle-limped to the kitchen.

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The Legion-painted sky was littered in planet debris. A broken horizon curved up at an eldritch angle. Azeroth’s breathtaking, marble-esque colors churned slowly across the stars; both a reminder of hope and a cruel mockery to those still on Argus’ sundered remains.

Bright felfire streaked above two figures fleeing for their lives - one blubbery, and one frail. They dashed behind a violet boulder. 

Seo-yun and Chavivah paused to clutch their knees. The shaman heaved rattled breaths, peering expectantly down at Chavivah through his scruffy mop of hair. 

She glanced at the edge of the boulder, and let out an exasperated sigh of relief. The eloquently patterned barricades of Light protecting the camp pulsated several yards away. “Oye,” she droned, “thank the Light.” Chavivah stood upright. “Catch your breath and for the last time we’ll run.”

He nodded, his deep panting beginning to fade. Practically tasting the stench of charred sulfur was proving to be an effective motivator.

Chavivah settled a sullen gaze across the wastes. It took seconds for her to spot a trio of dwarves in the distance, desperately fending off an onslaught of demons. They were losing. One of them howled as a blade buried into his shoulder.

The pallid embers in her eye sockets narrowed.

Straightening his egg-shaped torso upright, Seo-yun prepared to signal his readiness, but stopped. Chavivah seemed distracted. His caterpillar brows knitted as he veered to get a better view of her face.

She looked overcome.

In both slow motion and breakneck speed, her veins were frozen lightning, her body was lead, and her heart was falling glass. She watched as a fel axe screeched towards her grown baby’s neck. He was too far for her to prevent it. 

He could still be at home if she’d nagged harder. If he’d become a doctor or an alchemist or a farmer. If she had just caught him leaving for the Isles in time to stop him. All she could think were two blaring words, reducing the core of her being to shredded tissue: “I failed.” Her son, the warlock. Killed in front of his poor mother.

'Too far away’ her decaying tuches! In a blind frenzy she flung back her arm to prepare a shielding spell. Before it could snap back out--

THUD. 

Isaac winced. The axe was buried into a shield. The dwarven warrior it belonged to gave a ruffian grunt as her foot kicked out the felguard’s knee. He buckled. She yanked the axe from her wooden buckler. Her orange pigtails whipped back as she threw it into his chest. The demon went limp. 

Retrieving her blood-soaked weapon, the middle-aged shield maiden marched up to Isaac with three younger dwarves in tow. There was a younger woman with a long braid, a man with a weaved beard as fiery as her hair, and another, whose blond, Van Dyke brush strew loose over his robes.

Isaac was too shaken to move. Pydilgri glared. Turning away from him with a scoff, they stomped up to Chavivah, warily steadfast. The four of them bore a family resemblance.

Pydilgri wasn’t sure if she already regretted it or not. Then she saw the petrified gratitude on Chavivah’s face. 

She expected instant, bitter envy - that was the face she deserved years ago. Her son should have been saved, not this undead demon-caller! But that wasn’t what she felt. Even if it would last for meager seconds, she realized she was living through her. And it was intoxicating. The priestess's expression was so powerful, she could taste her out-of-body deliverance from grief, feel her shock, her reverence, the manner by which she would now consciously cherish him.

Her glowing orbs shuddered. If they were capable, they would be crying. “I--” Chavivah choked. “How to thank you, I can’t begin to say.”

“...Don’t go tellin’ anyone, ya deader,” Pydilgri muttered gruffly, before she and her brother’s children stormed off.

A paw landed on Chavivah’s bony shoulder. With some concern, Seo-yun gestured to the distant camp with a jerk of his head.

Chavivah turned to look back at him. The profound weight of her stare chilled him. Her head finally gave a slight shake inside her cowl.

“...No.”

Time crawled as he watched Chavivah burst out from behind the boulder, her cloak and robes blooming out in a wild flutter. Her gaunt form evanesced, half-visible, in a brief attempt to remain unseen. Seo-yun’s confused panic evaporated when he saw what she raced towards. He discovered the same grim tenderness she wore on his own face.

He knew then. He knew that he and Chavivah were about to die. Black claws tightened around his Moa’ki spear. The lumbering Pandaren bounded after her, his trinkets clacking violently over his leathers.

Raggyn, the blonde mage, wheezed in a shallow puddle of blood. His siblings grunted in fervor as they tried to dodge the demon’s blades. CLANG-- Dandarian’s eyes went wide with a gasp. She held her side, stumbled back a few steps, and fell. Blood gushed from the torn plate onto her hands. 

Omn quaked with a vengeful roar. He ignored the broken arm that flailed behind him as he flung his axe at the wrathguard’s chest. The demon sidestepped. His new momentum hastened his raised sword. SSHHHINK-- “AAAUUGH!!” He launched Omn backwards, who landed with an agonized skid beside Dandarian. The Eredar scholar poised herself to finish them off. A ball of sickly felfire erupted between her hands. She hurled it.

The dwarves grimaced. They heard it land with a smoldering blast. Nothing else happened. Their eyes peeled back open.

Remnants of felfire tumbled over a dome of Light. A Forsaken priestess gritted her teeth in pain, her arms quaking to sustain the shield. 

Seo-yun plodded to her side and aimed his spear, grizzled and determined.

The dwarves gaped at them. 

“No, no!” Chavivah snapped. “Heal them, you fish-smelling shlemiel!”

Seo-yun blinked dumbly. He reached his spear over his shoulder to holster it, then jerked his paw skyward. A totem ornamented in blue surged from the earth. Gushes of water, magically shimmering in sunny light, swelled from nowhere onto the dwarves. The glittery deluge poured over each of their wounds. With every wave that poured over them, their gashes mended further, then further...

Forcing a spare hand, Chavivah reached into one of her pockets and threw something at them. “Here, catch!”

Omn snatched it instinctively from the air, still wincing from the residual pain. He peered down at it. It was a gold pocket watch. 

“If we don’t make it,” Chavivah shouted, “be sure this gets to Isaac Benesh, my son. You promise?”

Dandarian’s throat felt dry. Raggyn’s mouth twisted as a sting formed in his eyes. Omn was glued onto the watch nestled in his hand, silent as the Forsaken’s sacrifice really began to sink in. “Aye lass,” the sister murmured, unable to say anything more.

“Good answer. Seo-yun,” Chavivah shot a glimpse over her shoulder, “are they good to run?”

Seo-yun flounced his scrutiny over their injuries. They weren’t completely healed, but it was good enough for them to run back to camp. He lowered his arms while his totem wriggled back into the ground. Then he gave a nod.

“All right, run back-- and don’t you destroy your mother’s heart by dying! Now gay avek!!”

Heaving themselves up, the dwarves stared at her, dumbfounded. Raggyn mustered the stomach to speak up, “B-but what aboot--”

“GAY AVEK, I SAID!” Chavivah bellowed, pointing a jagged, clawed finger. “GO! GO ALREADY, GO!”

They ran. In a whirlwind of thrashing limbs, wounded bodies, and sobs, they tore across the remaining stretch of battlefield.

Omn, Raggyn, and Dandarian managed to fumble behind the glowing barricades untouched. Barely able to see them anymore, Raggyn turned to a group of Draenei galloping to retrieve them. 

His eyes were raw with tears by the time a gloriously armored paladin knelt to his level. “Let’s get you--” 

“P-please,” Raggyn blubbered out. “Someone has ta get ‘em. Please...!”

The paladin knitted her brows. “Who?”

The shield atrophied into nothing. Seven demons stared the pair down. Chavivah faced him, her illuminated gaze soft. “Seo-yun...” Gratitude and heartache did not begin to describe the way she said his name.

Seo-yun gazed back. For the first time since they began working together, months ago, he actually spoke. 

“Family is worth dyin’ for, Chavivah.”

Her decayed lips quivered into a small smile.

The demons charged. Seo-yun grabbed his spear, a chorus of totems bursting beside his feet. A bubble of Light wobbled over him, then herself. Chavivah lowered into a fiendish pose with her claws erect. Tentacles of dark, celestial Void lashed out beside his totems.

The last thing the dwarves saw before being dragged off was an exploding flurry of spells.

---

Throrim had come back with his mead about halfway through the story, mouth agape and a freshly wetted beard. He couldn't believe his ears.

Qaradoc was stone. He gave a quiet sigh. “Only half-decent Horde I’ve ever heard of and they wind up pushing daisies.”

“Actually we just heard they survived,” Omn said. “They’re bein’ treated in Dalaran.” He dug into a pocket and revealed the watch. There was a brief reverent pause when he glanced down at it. “We were plannin’ on visiting ‘em to return this. Lucky fer this Isaac lad, there’s no reason to give this thing to ‘im.”

"Ye lads are expectin' us tae believe that ya were rescued by some horde fookers... Well I never thought I'd see the fookin' day." Shaking his head he looked at Qaradoc. "Well ya git. We escortin' them or wha?"

Qaradoc fixated on the watch for a long time. He couldn’t move. His neck shifted as though he had literal trouble swallowing. Hardened by a demanding thirst for answers, he cast a resolved stare on his cherished survivors.

“...May we come with you?”

Throrim trotted off upstairs to find his gear. "Well that settles that dunnit?"

Special thanks to @commander-dawnstriker who played as his muse, Throrim. Any writing about Throrim belongs to him.

If you’re interested in following my other toons: Chavivah: @illsufferdear Seo-yun: @whalecarver Qaradoc: (no tumblr yet, but there will be one soon!)

Thanks for reading!

#WoW #Chavivah #Seo-yun #Qaradoc #they're back! :D #Throrim

[willowgust]

Chavivah, since we used to raid together and that's the one I know :P

🌟 Drop one of my characters’ names in my inbox and I’ll tell you 10 facts about them 🌟 

Chavivah Benesh

🌟 - She died when she was 52, but if she were still alive she’d be in her mid-sixties. 

🌟 - If she were in Harry Potter, she’d be a Slytherin frequently mistaken for a Hufflepuff.

🌟 - She gets wistful around song birds. In life she loved listening to them. Hearing them now sends her tumbling into a fond reminisce.

🌟 - Chavivah will have a fresh sandwich and knitted sweater (or spare jacket) ready for you. It doesn’t matter where you are. She found a way.

🌟 - As much as she enjoyed being a housewife and mother, sometimes Chavivah wishes that she had a higher education so she could pursue similar accomplishments to her children. And it’d be nice to learn new things.

🌟 - If it feels like Chavivah is treating you like her own child, she probably is. Helping others is an escape for her, and it fills the void left behind by her actual children who passed away.

🌟 - Her birthday is September 12th. She’s a Virgo.

🌟 - Her talents include bird watching, cooking/baking, sewing, embroidery, and folk dancing. She’s not very good at music, acting, drawing, science, or math.

🌟 - Her element would be earth.

🌟 - She has an orange tabby named Sunshine. 

Thanks @serisolari! I haven’t gotten an ask in a while, so that meant a lot. :>

#Chavivah #WoW #prompts #Seri #serisolari

[willowgust]

✢ I like your characters. ✣ I like the way you express your muses. ❊ I want to roleplay with you. ✦ I like seeing you on my dash. ✧ I wish you would notice me. ✪ You seem like a cool person. = I’m too shy to approach to you.

;=; Thank you! I appreciate that a lot. I’m really sorry I’ve made you feel that way. I don’t spend as much time on Tumblr as I used to, and given its decline, I doubt that’ll improve. I do notice though! Your characters are witty, colorful, thought-provoking, and fun, and I do really enjoy them. Your writing style is refreshingly unique and artful, too. I also love how you’re able to not just come up with full-on comics of your muse’s reactions on the fly, you’re able to create music for them. Art, and music. Like, what kind of insanely talented creature are you? I mean I think you might be secretly a unicorn. >D Seriously though, you’re pretty great.

I’m planning to slowly transition from Tumblr to Pillowfort + WordPress, but I’m on Discord too if you wanna hang out: Willowgust#2928. I’d love to do stuff. :D

Or you can poke me in-game. I’m on either Colpeia, Chavivah, Seoyun, or Oshiban on Wyrmrest Horde, or Qaradoc, Colpeia (less likely), or Sashendrey on Moon Guard Alliance. (Eventually I’ll also have Penlink, Rimona, Shivathren, and Aquileen on Alliance MG but I have to transfer them still. >.>)

Anyway, thanks @caladhel-iarian! That meant a lot.

#prompts #Caladhel #...*blush* #caladhel-iarian

[willowgust]

Plans

Sorry I haven’t been around the last few days - I was helping my boyfriend move. That said, however, I finally know what I’m going to be doing from here up through the launch of BfA. 

Activity

I’m going to focus less on tumblr and more on RP. That’ll be in-game or Discord. Here I might post RP snippets, character journals, very occasional prompts, short stories, and art. I’ll also post 1 aesthetic/theme on all my blogs each day. If I see on my dash that you’ve posted a prompt, I’ll shoot you one! ;D

Right now my time is flexible. I’ll be jumping between my job search, coding practice, art, RP-related stuff, and game content, depending on what’s going on at any given time.

Guilds

Eclipse Syndicate: Colpeia and Chavivah will be here for RP and PvE. Seo-yun will also likely do PvE and RP with them if he’s needed. @eclipse-syndicate War Riders: Oshiban will be here for RP and PvP. If it’s allowed, Seo-yun will do the same, but in-game he’ll be in the Succulent Tarts guild. Skullrose Company: Qaradoc and my new character Sash will be here for PvE and RP. Colpeia might do some PvE and RP with them if she’s needed. Succulent Tarts: After I establish some more regular RP, I’ll ask about Seo-yun starting to perform again. @succulent-tart 

There are other groups I might poke once I get more regular RP established.

Ska’gora Outpost / The Traitor’s Despair on SWTOR is on pause until we can find a reliable group to RP with us.

For the Rest of Legion

Colpeia (Horde-side, WrA) ~ Finish lore-related quests. Colpeia (Alliance-side, MG) ~ Level up to 110, get up to ilvl 900 if there’s time. Chavivah (Horde-side, WrA) ~ Finish class hall quests, get up to ilvl 900. Seo-yun (Horde-side, WrA) ~ Finish class hall quests, get up to ilvl 900. Oshiban (Horde-side, WrA) ~ Finish class hall quests. Qaradoc (Alliance, MG) ~ Finish class hall quests, get up to ilvl 900. Sash (Alliance, MG) ~ Make new character! Level up to 110, go on mog runs, and get up to ilvl 900 if there’s time.

When BfA Hits

Casual PvE Main: Seoyun (Resto Shaman, WrA Horde) Casual PvP Main: Oshiban (Outlaw Rogue, WrA Horde)

And Finally, RP Stuff

Colpeia Beamgully ~ WrA and MG cross-faction, void elf Tanari illusionist She and the Shafise are working fairly closely with the Eclipse Syndicate. She’s offering her mathematical and diplomatic skills for trade and investigating any strange artifacts that arrive in their inventory.

Chavivah Benesh ~ WrA Horde, undead human Yibbish priestess She’s still recovering in Dalaran from her injuries on Argus, but will be ready to assist the Eclipse Syndicate by the time BfA drops.

Park Seo-yun Whalecarver ~ WrA Horde, isle pandaren waterspeaker He’s with Chavivah and is also still recovering. He’ll touch base with Eclipse Syndicate when he’s better. By BfA he’ll run into War Riders and hopefully join up with them, then get in touch with Succulent Tarts again.

Oshiban Il’vineen ~ WrA Horde, blood elf gunslinger Until recently he was trapped by a bunch of imps, unconscious. After orienting himself, he’ll find that his last contract group moved on without him, shrug it off, and look for work elsewhere. He’ll run into War Riders by BfA.

Master Qaradoc Taliesin ~ MG Alliance, unafflicted Gilnean human monk He’s recovered from a chest wound and will happen upon the Skullrose Company through his already existing contacts. Although he’s realized not all Horde races are bad, he still fights to protect the Alliance.

[NEW] Sash Oreblood ~ MG Alliance, half-dwarf earth warden After her most serious combat experiences on the Broken Shore and Argus, she’s working to re-establish herself. Qaradoc acts as a lead and she’ll eventually come across the Skullrose Company.

Zja’heed ~ I never use her so I’m officially putting her on the shelf.

#WoW #SWTOR #ooc #plans

[willowgust]

Post the last IC sentence you wrote and then tag as many people as there are words in that sentence.

Chavivah: "Good health to you!"

Tagged by: @safrona-shadowsun

Tagging: @commander-dawnstriker @aranyaphoenix @halenvar @andijelly

#ooc #prompts