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tamiisnthere · 2 months

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Crossover Universe Family Trees + more Lore!

It's finally done! :3 I decided to also add some backstories about my OCs (especially from TaE Family) bcs I'm sure there will be relationships that would give you questions (and you might have more questions anyway lol).

I apologize for the bad English and grammatical errors as always.

Enjoy! 💕

Explanations of icons and lines:

Maud and Umar were in non-marital relationship since Al Mualim didn't allow assassins marriages. The only thing the master allowed them is give birth to a child who will become a future assassin. The birth was fatal for Maud and later Umar was executed by the Saracens.

Cyril and Rozália are in an unknown status since they left their daughter in an orphanage. It's still not known why they did it...

Tami and Jarrod dated for less than two years, then they broke up for losing passion in their love, but still remained as friends.

Altaïr and Adha were in a secret relationship. Once they escaped from the Holy Lands, Adha lost her life due to Templars and Altaïr unknowingly entered the Crossover Universe, that's how they got separated.

Altaïr blamed himself for Adha's death and decided he would never fall in love, but then he fell in love with Tami. Later they got married and had a daughter named Sabina.

Sabina in her teen years falls in love with a blacksmith boy named Pablo who has a shy younger brother named Rafael (yes, they are from Coral Island and I added them into Crossverse bcs why not? 😂).

Altaïr and Desmond are distant relatives (ancestor and descendant), despite both being from different AUs.

Desmond once hooked up with an unknown woman for one night and then she gave birth to Elijah. After the death of Elijah's mother, the boy decided to search for his biological father in an unknown world.

All of them come from the alternate universe of Azeroth. The exceptions are Tarion, Tanisa and Relante, who were born in the Crossover Universe.

Maiev and Illidan were in a relationship before the War of the Ancients, but broke up when Illidan became more interested in Tyrande, who was actually more loyal to his twin brother Malfurion and also she adopted Shandris. When Illidan betrayed his kind and injured Jarod, Maiev's younger brother, Maiev became enraged and became a Warden since she was not allowed to kill him, but somewhere deep down in her heart she still loved him.

Almost 10, 000 years later Maiev unexpectedly became pregnant and had a daughter named Ellynina. Maiev knew that her daughter was also a Betrayer's, but she decided to keep it a secret from everyone, including her child. 300 years later, Illidan escaped from prison and the Wardens chased him all the way to Outland, while Ellynina remained in Azeroth.

Taino and Talar are twins and the sons of Daria Moonshade and Fehnaal Starfeather. Their parents were proud of Talar as a skilled warrior, while the Taino struggled with mastering druid magic and he studied history of Azeroth instead.

One day, their village was attacked by an orc clan called Warsong and they killed their mother. They managed to escape and survived the Battle of Mount Hyjal conflict, which unfortunately the night elves sacrificed their immortality to save Azeroth and stop the Burning Legion. And for that, Fehnaal fell ill and died (the same fate happened to Shalasyr, Jarod's wife, a few years later). After their father's death, the twins got wrinkles, which indicated that it was time to become independent and go out into the world.

Talidea was actually born as a human named Dea to Trisha and Cooper Snowart, who died during the Second War and Dea ended up in an orphanage. Life in the orphanage was hell for her. Later, she was placed in a foster family, but unfortunately it was the same. At age 20, Dea became an Adventurer and chose the Mage class like her mother.

Soon she met Ellynina for the first time and began to follow her because she had been fascinated by the Night Elves since they had joined the Alliance and started call her Elphina. Ellynina didn't like Dea at first, but as they traveled together they grew closer and became like sisters - the birth of DaE Duo (Dea and Elphina's Duo).

The pair managed to travel to Outland, where they found Maiev imprisoned. She revealed to Elphina that Illidan was her father, which angered Elphina that her mother had kept it a secret all her life and ran away. Dea cheered her up and they preferred to continue their journey. Even though Elphina was angry at Maiev, she hoped that they would meet again.

A few years later, the pair met Taino and Talar for the first time and became friends - renaming to DaE Squad. Dea had a crush on Taino, but she was ashamed of the fact that she was a human and he was a Night Elf, while Elphina was annoyed by Talar. Together they traveled to Northrend to fight the Lich King and his Scourge. In one battle on a snowy mountain against the undead, Taino and Dea were killed by an avalanche, leaving Elphina and Talar devastated, which actually brought them closer together.

The bodies of Taino and Dea were found by the death knights and taken to the Lich King. One necromancer experimented on Dea's body and turned her into a Night Elf and shortly after Taino and Dea (now as Talidea) were revived and became death knights under the Lich King's command. Taino changed his surname to Teron after the first death knight named Teron to forgot his previous life.

Although most death knights are emotionless and memoryless and always obey the Lich King at his word, surprisingly Taino and Talidea gradually regained their emotions and memories and resisted the Lich King's commands, even the two eventually fell in love. The Scourge was about to kill them for this, but luckily the pair managed to escape and were able to rejoin the Alliance. They also reunited with Elphina and Talar and together defeated the Lich King with the other adventurers. They then renamed themselves the TaE Squad (Talidea's and Elphina's Squad) and traveled across Azeroth to fight anything what threatens Azeroth.

But seven years later, Teldrassil, the world tree and main home of the Kaldorei, was set on fire by the Horde, which started the Fourth War. TaE Squad tried to escape from the fire using a boat, which was unfortunately hit by gunfire, they fell into the water and accepted their fate... Until they woke up on the beach of Cheetah's Valley. They decided to stop fighting and start again. Tarion was born first, and Tanisa and Relante three years later. At that time, they eventually renamed themselves TaE Family.

Few years later, Maiev somehow managed to get to the Crossover Universe to find her daughter and finally reunited with her. Even though they still had some misunderstandings from the past, they finally make up with each other.

Elvan and Anja Nambinga had a daughter Nathalia together, and seven years later Emma was born, but Anja died during childbirth. After this tragedy, Nathalia began to hate her little sister. Elvan tried his best to take care of his daughters despite suffering from cancer which unfortunately after three years he lost the fight against.

Then the girls ended up in Gepardia's orphanage where Nathalia ditched Emma and later she was moved to Ashte'quel where she was adopted into a suitable family. Nevertheless, Nathalia regretted what she had done to her younger sister and hoped that one day they would meet again and she would say sorry.

The Hunter triplets were born at the Harmony Side's Laboratory in Fouria, where experiments were being conducted to find a vaccine against the Green Flu virus. They and their parents, Ranger and Lightear, are mutant Hunters and experiments. They developed immunity against all diseases, resembled closer to a human and even managed to enable human speech. But they were still aggressive and at times ruled by their instincts. Despite this, scientists wanted to create more medicines and vaccines from them. While the Hunters hated humans, on other side Hoody Boy (at the time named Subject GFEXH-27 by scientists) was fascinated by humans and even got along well with the two scientists.

When the triplets were nine years old, there was an accident in the laboratory, which the Infected and mutants took advantage of and escaped from the laboratory, killing hundreds of scientists and guards. The family and some experiments managed to get on the ship without the crew noticing, and it sailed to Havaykia. The ship was beached near Pecker's Hills when the crew eventually discovered the stowaways who had managed to escape into the mountains and after a long journey settled in an abandoned town now called the Infected's Refuge.

The family joined the pack of Hunters, where the triplets grew up. Unfortunately, Hoody Boy was bullied by the others for being the weakest of the group and was always protected by his two older brothers, Southy and Northy since they share a strong bond.

Once Hoody Boy was patrolling the territory and noticed a human woman with a child in her arms, who was surrounded with one Hunter. He pounced on his packmate so that the woman and child ran away. For that, the pack considered him a traitor and banished him from Infected's Refuge. His brothers and mother were devastated, while Ranger was ashamed that he was his father.

Ryland was adopted by Charger since many Hunters ditched him due to having Charger DNA like for example he couldn't pounce high. Charger taught him his abilities, which Ryland easily learned and became stronger than the average Hunter. When Ryland grew up, he left the Infected's Refuge and wandered the savanna. There he met Hoody Boy and both of them grew closer as they were outsiders of their kind, but once they split up when the Survivors attacked.

Hoody Boy ran to hide at the TaE Family's Ranch. Thinking that he would be dead, TaE Family saw him not as a monster, but as an abandoned person who needed help as they found out he can talk. Thanks to his story, the TaE Family changed their opinion about the Hunters to a positive one, that not all of them are evil and allowed him to join the family. Hoody Boy was happy that find his true "pack" and was given the real given name Vincent. Some time he met Ryland again, confessed his feelings for him and became mates.

After a few months Southy and Northy started missing their younger brother and decided to find him. They followed his tracks and scent and after a week managed to reach the TaE Family's Ranch. They were shocked that their brother lived with humans and night elves peacefully. Even though they didn't trust them, they still joined the family for their brother and were given the names Mike and Tyler.

After a while, Mike and Emma had a crush on each other regardless of being human and Hunter and later got married, Mike took the surname Nambinga. Together they had children, Jasmine and Blake, who surprisingly looked like normal humans, despite Hunter's genes.

The Hunter Brothers, the Infected, who regained the ability to speak but still relied on instinct. They used to live in the Infected's Refuge and found it boring there, so they left it and have been terrorizing anyone in their path ever since.

Gavin was born to Rocco and Elisabeth Fishrod. At the age of four, his father cheated on his mother and the two divorced. Unfortunately, Elisabeth could not cope with the divorce, so she began to take alcohol and drugs and abused her son.

Soon the social workers took Gavin to Gepardia's orphanage and Elisabeth ended up in recovery. Since then, no one knows what happened to her. Meanwhile, Rocco lives in Greentree and is the best fisherman on the island. Maybe one day Gavin will meet him…

Takuya was born as the first son to Sugino and Rina Hidarihi. His parents couldn't handle him, because they were still young and inexperienced parents at that time, so they decided to go on a trip without their son, in fact, to abandoning him.

When Takuya got to Gepardia's Orphanage, his parents went to Oakheart City and later had a second son named Takara and loved him very much. Surely, one day, the first child will find them…

Jarrod was born in Fortress of Red and Lennon and Clara were born in Mann Co. City.

Jarrod's parents, Esther and Jasper Fastrunner, divorced when he was six years old and his mother took care of him, but at the age of fourteen, Esther was murdered and his father recruited him into the RED Team, where he trained him to be a perfect mercenary.

Lennon, Jarrod's cousin, was raised by Linda Baseck. His father, Kelvin, was killed in battle before he was born. At the age of fifteen, Jasper came to his sister and convinced her to let Lennon go to the RED Team. With a heavy heart, she agreed and Lennon trained at the Fortress of Red with his cousin. Half a year passed since the start of training, Lennon received a letter that his mother died in a car accident and he was devastated.

Clara lived with her parents, Chloe and Evan Willow, who worked for the BLU Team. Before becoming a mercenary, she used to hang out with Lennon and they were best friends despite being from two opposing factions. But one day, when Clara came home from school, she found both her parents shot dead. Shortly after, Conall, who is her father's younger brother, found her. He took her under his wing and traveled with her to the Fortress of Blue where he began to train her.

Before dating Tami, Jarrod was in a relationship with Bianca McPrice. He met her while training and got so close that they started dating. They both were strong and dangerous duo, but unfortunately few years later she manipulated and mentally abused him, showing her real self.

Six years later, they entered the battle and fought for territories. Lennon and Clara met again on the battlefield and from then on secretly met every night until they fell in love and later would be married. No one knew about their meetings until one evening Jarrod followed Lennon and found him talking to a member of the rival team. He tried to convince his cousin that Clara was manipulating him to gain an advantage for her team. Fortunately, Lennon convinced him that it was not true and that he really loved Clara. Jarrod understood and promised not to tell anyone about their secret meetings.

Jarrod later found out that Conall was his mother's murderer and decided to hunt him down and kill him. But Conall told him the truth: he was actually hired to assassinate his mother by… his father… Jarrod fell into depression from the shock and betrayal and wondered what to do.

Clara later found out about this when Conall discovered that she had fallen in love with the enemy. She lost all respect for her uncle saying: "If you say I'm a traitor because I fell in love with an enemy from RED… So aren't you a traitor as well for cooperating with an enemy from RED and kill innocents?" and then she ran away to find Lennon and Jarrod.

Lennon found Jarrod in his depressed state and found out from him what Jasper had done. This infuriates him and they decide to confront him. Jasper realized he couldn't get away with it and confessed that he had Esther murdered because she wouldn't let Jarrod become a mercenary. But in addition, he said that he saw Lennon meeting Clara and the whole team already knows about it. Jarrod had enough, he shot his father with a scattergun and they both fled the RED base as fast as they could.

They met Clara who was fighting against Bianca. Jarrod yelled at his girlfriend to leave Clara alone, which Bianca realized Jarrod was also a traitor. Thankfully Clara managed to stun her into unconsciousness and the three of them ran away, towards a new beginning...

The Batter, the "original Purifier", may have been distantly or closely related to King Myron, as the two are almost alike, but this is unknown.

Cleanth is from the royal family of Pure Kingdom. King Myron and his wife queen Priscilla ditched him due to his curse. The only family member who cared about him was his older sister Luise who had an arranged marriage with Nixon and they had a son together named Reign who wanted to be king too soon. Cleanth was taken care of by the castle cleaners. Cleaning and cleanliness calmed him while his parents and others were mean to him.

One evening Cleanth as twenty-six years old was cleaning the fountain. Nixon took advantage of this and tried to drown him there, seeing him as competition for his future throne. To defend himself, Cleanth transformed into his monster form for the first time and accidentally threw Nixon into a rock, hitting his head hard on it and bleeding to death. When the royals found out and thought Cleanth had killed Nixon to claim the throne for himself and that he knew how to transform into a monster now, they exiled him from Pure Kingdom.

Cleanth sailed to the Mann Islands, where he could live in peace, but found that these islands were full of war and chaos. While traveling he met Jarrod, Lennon and Clara. He had never seen any other humanoid in his life, so he thought they were his kind, "colored Purifiers". The Scout Trio accepted him and found out about Havaykia, where there are no wars and all factions are at peace there.

But they were searched for by some RED Team members who knew about their betrayal and chased them. Cleanth turned into a monster again and killed them all. After the battle, Cleanth thought the Scouts would be afraid of him, so he wanted to leave, but they stopped him and thanked him, which warmed Cleanth's heart.

They finally managed to get to Mann Co. City, where they sailed to Havaykia from there. After a two-month voyage, they reached Gepardia and accepted a job at the TaE Family's Ranch, where it eventually became their permanent home.

Zacharie the Merchant is just there, chilling. Anyways, he travels around the island selling goods.

Beatrice and Monty own a farm where they grow the best crops and raise the best livestock. They are good friends and business partners of TaE Family. The two are happily married and have children Ezekiel and Tilly, who are also friends of the Hoodie Four.

Mayur was once married to a woman who left him and their daughter Naya for another man. So Mayur had to take care of his child alone even though he works as a cook. Fortunately, his daughter appreciates him very much for everything.

Naya, like the Palins siblings, is a friend of the Hoodie Four and loved going to their house. Then she and Ezekiel fell in love and later got engaged.

Credits:

Programs: Prehistoric Kingdom (just for background), The Sims 4, WoW.Export, Blender, XNALara, Source Filmmaker, Fire Alpaca and LibreOffice

Assassin’s Creed © Ubisoft

Warcraft © Blizzard

Team Fortress 2 & Left 4 Dead © Valve

OFF © Mortis Ghost

The Sims 4 © Electronic Arts Games

Sanchez Brothers © Stairway Games & Humble Games

Other Characters © Me (TamiIsntHere) Note: I don’t own the most TS4 Custom Content, these belong to their creators and most textures and models are modified by me.

Credits for Models/Textures/Meshes (Authors only; I hope I credited them all right):

From DeviantArt: milance941, LorisC93, ItalianUtent, DecanAndersen (deactivated), MyllaDinX, o0Cristian0o, CelestialDarkMatter & JhonyHebert

From Steam: Mailer, zeton, Maxxy, Sync, uberchain, That One Motherfucker (no joking, it's really their profile name xD), Rebbacus, мяFunreal, Garlic & KomoBungus

From Other Websites: NassimO & Blaholtzen

#I'm sure it will be very confusing for most of you 😅#Crossover Universe #TaE Family #tamiisnthere's artwork #tamiisnthere's fanfic #family tree #family trees #lore #oc lore

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orcishlust · 12 days

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Welcome to the muse list monster fuckers! Basically I have a shitload of canon & original characters who you are more than welcome to poke and prod at. Just lemme know who interests you when we plot, or specify who you'd like if you ever send in a rp meme!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Garrosh Hellscream: Garrosh Hellscream was a former Warchief of the Horde chosen by Thrall to replace him in the wake of the Cataclysm, until he was succeeded by Vol'jin after the Siege of Orgrimmar. Throughout the history of Azeroth, few mortals have achieved greater notoriety than him. Garrosh grew up on Draenor in the shadow of his father, the great warrior Grommash Hellscream, leader of the Warsong clan. Grom was the first orc leader to drink the blood of Mannoroth, subjugating the orcs to the Legion's will.

Grommash Hellscream: Grommash "Grom" Hellscream was the legendary chieftain of the Warsong clan, a powerful warrior, close friend, and greatest lieutenant to Warchief Thrall. He was the first orc who drank the blood of Mannoroth the Destructor, thus binding the Horde to the Burning Legion — and he would eventually pay the ultimate price to free himself and his people from the Blood Curse.

Varok Saurfang: High Overlord Varok Saurfang was a renowned orc warrior of the Blackrock clan, and the younger brother of Broxigar. A famed veteran of the First, Second, and Third Wars, he served as Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer's second-in-command during the Second War, and as Supreme Commander of the Might of Kalimdor during the second War of the Shifting Sands against the qiraji of Ahn'Qiraj.

Thrall, son of Durotan: Thrall (birthname Go'el), son of Durotan and Draka, is the former Warchief of the restored shamanistic Horde, founder of the nation of Durotar in Kalimdor and one of the second wave of shaman. His parents killed by Gul'dan's assassins shortly after his birth in the beginning of the First War, he was found and raised by Aedelas Blackmoore who gave Thrall his name. Raised as a slave and gladiator, he later joined Orgrim Doomhammer in freeing the orcs imprisoned after the Second War, being named Warchief after Doomhammer's death.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟎𝐊 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka: Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka (usually shortened to Ghazghkull Thraka) is an Ork warlord of the Goff klan and a mighty prophet of the WAAAGH!. He is the single most influential Ork in the galaxy in the 41st Millennium, and billions of Greenskins march to war in his name. Since Ghazghkull's rise to power, he has led countless campaigns of destruction. He has crushed Aeldari war hosts, banished tides of Daemons, and smashed phalanxes of Necrons to so much sparking scrap.

𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐅𝐢 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Callicles Arcavius: Callicles Arcavius is a Crollian Orc and the lost prince of the planet Crolla. Leading the life as a smuggler, Callicles was arrested and imprisoned by the Galactic Imperium of Orcs and Man. Realizing that he was the lost Prince of the water planet of Crolla, the Emperor gave Callicles the choice to serve the Imperium and reclaim his planet, or to remain a prisoner. As of now Callicles is a vicious Knight of the Imperium, fighting back the forces of the Elven invaders from the stars. His mind is set on reclaiming his home planet and taking the throne as Lord of the Crollian Orcs.

𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Johnny Midas: Formerly a College Quarterback for the Ohio State Buckeyes, Johnny Midas was recently chosen by an Orc deity to dawn the form of an Orc for the rest of his life in order to assist the heroes of the world during the coming Viltrumite invasion! Johnny is a wild card and a cocky hero, but he certainly takes is job seriously... most of the time!

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐜𝐬

Original Character - Tor Borsson: Tor is a Paladin who was once loyal to Odin the "All-Father." However, after losing faith in his God, Tor broke his sworn divine Oath and became an Oathbreaker. Tor now travels the Forgotten Realms primarily as a ruthless mercenary.

My non-Orc characters are still monsters but are muses that I don't mind writing with people! I love my Orc boys but I'm more than open to writing as the following characters for you!

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Grog Strongjaw: Grog Strongjaw is a goliath barbarian/fighter and a member of Vox Machina. When he was young, Grog was exiled from the Herd of Storms by its leader, Grog's uncle Kevdak, for taking pity on a helpless old gnome the tribe was attacking. He was then taken in by that same gnome, Wilhand Trickfoot, and raised alongside his great-great-granddaughter Pike.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Xarantaur: Xarantaur is an elite Tauren druid and quest giver at Camp Tunka'lo in the Storm Peaks. He is over ten thousand years old, having been among the first tauren druids to be tutored by Cenarius and raised to immortality by Nozdormu to serve as an agent of the bronze dragonflight. The Aspect gave him the Lorehammer.

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Frank Horrigan: Special Agent Frank Horrigan was a former human turned Super Mutant who was apart of the Enclave Secret Service. A brutish brick of a man, Horrigan is known for his brutality and lust for human women within the California Wasteland. Unlike other Super Mutants, Horrigan has a specially made Power Armor suit that is used to keep him fully functioning and protected.

#warcraft rp #wow rp #world of warcraft rp #orc rp #orcs rp #orks rp #ork rp #warhammer 40k rp

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trixcuomo · 8 months

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Sat-Trix-faction

Meanwhile at the Daily Mail Valdrakken studio...

Umberto Umberscale: Trixany! Will you talk about your new Dua Lipa Warsong Gulch parody song? Isn't this the Warcraft parody song critics are saying will finally launch you into coveted Horde A-celeb status?

Trixany: *charming celebrity laughter* Oh, I would love to! This song not only shows the strife between the factions, all the pain and emotional struggle, but it also sets things to a hot new beat!

Umberscale: And your old Night Elf friend Sharpen Jadescythe features in the music video as well, right? Is it true parts of it were shot on location, his hometown in Ashenvale?

Trixany: Um, not unless he grew up in Warsong Gulch, which is an active PvP battleground and physically impossible. Uh, why is this about Sharpen all of a sudden?

Umberscale: We here at the picturesque, windswept Daily Mail Valdrakken studio don't know what you're implying. This is a totally normal interview. Why, Fyrakk was here just last week.

Trixan6: But you don't care about the musicality, the brilliance of choosing Dua Lipa's red versus blue aesthetic? The big, beautiful 'I don't give a grunt' parody hook? It's damn catchy, I worked hard!

Umberscale: True, we do have a clip for our viewers out there. Trixany, can you set the scene for us?

Trixany: Only happy to. *video plays* So look at the intensity here between this Orc and his victim. We hired a real Orgrimmar grunt for this authentic scene. And that's um, a real Alliance... guy.

Umberscale: My, oh my! By my talons and scales! Look who it is in the blue Alliance cloak, it's none other than Sharpen Jadescythe!

Trixany: Maybe. Okay, yes. You can't see his ears in the shot or something.

Umberscale: Oh wow, it's true, someone DID work hard on the set! Now what are those two doing??

Trixany: What the hell! That wasn't in the script?? Wait, is that Thronk? That Orgrimmar grunt Sharpen's been hooking up with? I didn't approve any of this--

Umberscale: Next up on Daily Mail Valdrakken! Alliance A-celebrity Sharpen Jadescythe talks about the spicy music video that launched his new genre of Warcraft pop, Cross-faction Smash! Where there are plenty of romantic Horde-Alliance cutscenes spliced in the middle of... Serious. Warcraft. Business.

Trixany: Wait! That is MY music video. This was my interview?!!

Umberscale: Care to elaborate, Sharpen? *camera swivels over fast*

Trixany: When did he even get here? Sharpen, were you friggin' shadowmelded the entire time?

Sharpen: *shirtless, grinning* Umberto, let's just say that I was honored to don the iconic blindfold to play Illidan Stormrage. And then, as Illidan himself, I made out with Khadgar, and also Thrall, in that iconic sargerite keystone scene on the Vindicaar. My ancestors would be so proud of us sloppy-kissing. His, too.

Trixany: Thrall was never on the Vindicaar, you idiot himbo!

Sharpen: *flexes pecs, crosses his legs* Well, Thrall sure showed up fast when he heard I was the one playing Illidan. After that, my newest music video 'Park That Planet Up' basically wrote itself.

Trixany: Argghhh!

#desperate-alts-lives #trix forgot the same media company also does her music videos #haris is probably behind this one lol

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pujington · 1 year

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Introducing Berty Warsong, half-orc cyborg armorer artificer, mad scientist, and all around good bud.

Couple months back I batch recorded a run of spelljammer with Quests and Chaos. Now that the first couple eps are out, I figured it was safe to share on here!

#dnd #spelljammer #armorer artificer #berty warsong #quests and chaos #light of xaryxis #dungeons and doodles #artists on tumblr #my art #pujingtondraws

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windwyrm · 9 months

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#orc girl #orc #warcraft orc #warcraft oc #warcraft art #world of warcraft #warsong orc #talbuk #nagrand #OC: Dak'tha #winds warcraft w...art #wiwawa #wow oc #wow orc

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shamanofthewilds · 2 years

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Hey im going back to my roots of why I like all this stuff and talking in length about clan identity and this is so long but I Don’t Care. This is better than twitter because I can just write. It’s a lot but if you like orcs and the love of their culture feel free to dive into just my stream of conciousness lol.

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Whenever I write orc characters, unless I have a narrative purpose (and I haven’t so far), I will never remove the importance of their heritage from their person. (And I’m only talking about our history, not alternate universe).

I notice a lot times with orc characters I see a varying ways of how people interact with their clan heritage. There are some great stories I’ve seen where, for them, this makes sense (to not want to associate with a clan identity). But there are others where I can sort of tell maybe there isn’t really a grasp of how I truly feel clan heritage would (or should) be talked about.

Theres this idea that the clans don’t exist anymore, and that none of that really matters anymore. I will say, I think it’s totally valid of a mindset for a single character to have as a person, for whatever reason. For example, an orc who was born on Azeroth, especially the human camps, their connection culture will be different than one who is older, a Frostwolf, Warsong or someone from Garadar. You could also justify someone who became disgusted at what happened , that the connection is tainted. And they can’t dress or feel that way anymore. But this is an entirely personal character view point. I think it’s a great one for an individual struggling with identity of what they did or didn’t get to experience. Because if that is the case, that should be an active part of of your character. The constant struggle of wondering how much you should lean into knowing what you are, or bothering finding out at all. There is another angle where there is just a total belief that none of that matters, you don’t care, you don’t think about it, it has no impact.

Again, that is a valid character type. But most of these ideas would be individual, not a wide spread mindset across the entire culture. The entire of the orc people didn’t emerge from freedom and go ‘All of that stuff is not important anymore’. It’s actually very important to remember that all of what happened didn’t happen over hundreds of years, but more like 30 or 40 years. A lot can be devastated in that amount of time, but I don’t think so much so that a whole culture of people would completely throw out who they were and their beliefs. It’s BECAUSE of their new freedom, that it’s stated their traditions returned. The rite of orcish adulthood, their celebrations and their spirituality. But just more so done as among a family structure.

Sure, clans might not be setting up nomadic spots of tents with their symbol, but that doesn’t mean clan identity and heritage doesn’t exist. I think to have that mindset can be pretty damaging, especially if you’re applying that to real people who’s culture might not be doing what they use to do along time ago due to unfortunate circumstances that caused them to halt. I have definitely heard in real life, that certain groups of people “don’t exist” anymore because of it. Or they became too mixed to be real. And let me tell you, as a mixed person, it depresses and angers me. It’s why, really, I love the orc and find their heritage extremely important to be a part of my characters. Because some things don’t make sense to ignore.

I think what is more realistic, and something I wish could be shown, are the orcs picking up what pieces they can and having modern communities of people connected to their background and spirituality. It makes far more sense to me, for people decedent of Shadowmoon Clan, and Shadowmoon Clan elders, to come together to discuss what they use to be and learn from each other. It makes way more sense to me for decedents of Laughing Skull or Bleeding Hollow learn about the brutal conditions their ancestors were raised in that caused them to gain the reputation they did, and then take those teachings to be put toward good modern use. If orcs are practicing traditions again, then they must be communicating with each other, if they’re doing that, then they’re finding their people. If they’re finding their people, they find more and this is how communities of like minds are created. Nothing will ever be like it use to be, but thats what makes it more interesting is to show the realistic evolution of orcs interacting with things they have BACK now.

The return of shaman meant a return to their rightful spiritual religion. It meant a new era of philosophy and belief and conduits for the ancestors. People the orcs can look to for spiritual guidance, something inherently from their culture. If clans were not important to recognize anymore, neither would shaman I believe.

Gotosh is well established into knowing that is fully of this mindset of teaching people their culture and to see that it’s not gone, and that their history and all that led them to where they are is important to know.

My mag’har Kugo’ro had a unique up bringing of being around multiple orcs still living in Nagrand, born from two proud and true Warsong, but also raised along side other orcs who still identitfy with their clan. However they are all far removed from who left , while they still lived with traditions in a more melting pot of a village. His mindset is more of he knows who he is , is proud of it, and wishes to connect -more- with his people.

My newest orc, my ‘priest’, Father Runeflame, is a much different approach now to culture influence. He was fully a shaman on Draenor. An extremely devoted mystic to the cosmos. Shaman in every way of the word and talented in his communication with the beyond. And like every other shaman, he became a warlock and saw his home , that he loved, shrivel up. Once he became a priest..among other things...his founding of his church has a lot of ties to how he USE to live. There is a lot of shamanic influence in his priesthood. A lot of importance of recognizing what happened, of being proud of what he use to do despite being in the Light now. It’s , to him, that balance of dark and light in a clear sense that he went from the moon to the sun. He will always be a proud Shadowmoon, and him having gone through hell and see his fellow shaman be corrupted, doesn’t take away the good. And it doesn’t take away who he is.

I always want their heritage to be influence, and acknowledged, in some form.

So I just find it all rather interesting...and often times...I can tell when it’s not really a narrative thing and maybe the player didn’t want to do orc lore research so they made them a blank slate. Or...that this player might not come from a background where they think identity or heritage matters in any form, and has no affect on their day to day life.

Thank you for reading this far, stay frosty.

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Aug. DWC 2022 - Day 6

Zealous

The pounding of her heartbeat is loud in her ears, but the chaos around her drowns it out. In an unmarked cave somewhere in the Ghostlands, Jiroki has found herself fighting for her life with her allies. A Scourge teleporter had been discovered, her Argent companions having organized its security to ensure nothing came in or out of it. But they had no means of discovering what was going on on the other side of the portal without alerting whoever lurked on the other side, and the decision made was to send in two waves of fighters. The first wave being the heartier, studier builds who have a better chance at withstanding any traps or surprise attacks, and the second wave those who are spellcasters, medics, or someone like Jiroki who works better from afar.

When Jiroki’s turn came she soon learned just how expansive the cave system is, the first wave of folks already far ahead of her as they venture deeper within. A moment was given to take the enemy by surprise, but once engaged things turned out far worse than anticipated.

Numerous Darkfallen are encountered, along with a master cultist who her Argent friends have been trying to specifically pursue. Not only that, somehow servants of the Void have been beckoned, and her allies are forced to deal with Faceless along with the rest of their foes. Jiroki watches as a Faceless manages to go down, its fall causing the ground she stood upon to tremble. But already she can start to hear faint whispers, the influence of the void trying to root into her mind. She glances around for an allied void user she just met briefly, a handsome dark skinned Ren’dorei who made a jest about how he wished they were getting wine instead of coming down here. He is far from her however, caught up in his own battles, but with her wayward gaze she notices something else. Altars and runes of worship are etched all over the place, but one altar in particular stands out. A large crystal hovering above it, radiating and pulsing with energy, an item designed to create relics such as itself to spread its influence and power. Shouts and orders have been made to point it out, but very few can focus on it as the enemy offers heavy resistance. Her opportunity is there, and so she takes it by rushing to the altar as fast as she can. Jiroki herself does not have any exceptional talents like most of her peers. Having experience under her belt as a huntress, a former Sentinel, and as a former jailer as a Watcher, when she approaches the altar she has not an inkling of an idea of what she could do to stop it for good. The best that comes to mind is that she can somehow destroy this thing at the repercussion of injuring herself either physically or through some magical means. She has little choice in the matter as is, beginning to see if there is a way to dislodge the crystal from where it hovers.

Nearly a spine shattering roar echoes throughout the cave and causes small bits of debris to crumple, the sound nearly paralyzing Jiroki from how abrupt it is, yet it almost sounds familiar. Turning around she spots the source of it, and her heart leaps in joy at seeing who it is. Sarguk, a proud warrior of the Warsong clan, is running headfirst to some Darkfallen to cleave them in half with his fel-imbued axe. Given he is barely approaching the battle and not too tangled in the throes of battle she calls for aid. “Sarguk! Over here!” Jiroki calls out, the sound of her voice instantly garnering the Orc’s attention. “Help me! We need to destroy this thing!” Pointing at the relic hovering in the air. Just a few seconds pass as his red eyes flicker from the crystal back to her, and when he looks upon the relic again he lets out another roar that almost brings back memories for her facing with other Warsong orcs in battle. Bracing his dual axe tightly he rushes for the altar, a force to reckon with. His weapon glows brightly with fel energies and he even seems to siphon off of them, like a drug addict getting his fix as the adrenaline rush makes him move at a pace too surreal to see a burly Orc do. “Wait-” But the way the fel pulses in him and his axe alarms her. The fel arts already an unpredictable and near uncontrollable force, and she had no idea what contents the crystal contained. There is little she can do, moving out of the way of the zealous Orc as he leaps and smashes the relic with his axe. It splinters and cracks, the fel smoldering into the crystal, and right away becomes unstable. The air changes in the room, causing even some of the remaining Darkfallen to look in alert. There’s a deep rumble that sounds like the earth itself is groaning, and tremors are felt as the cave begins to cave in.

Shouts are given and panic begins to ensue in some of the non-militarized individuals that have come to help, but a clear order is made as the leader of this sect of Argents issues a retreat. Some linger to stall as their allies retreat, and Jiroki herself realizes she is on her own if something were to befall her. “Sarguk! Run!” The Orc is perplexed by what is occurring, but Jiroki remains focused as she grabs hold of his arm and pulls. He’s quick to snap back to reality and run with her, the pair of mercenaries managing to escape before the cave in can occur to its fullest. Even with the sudden retreat at the risk of everyone’s lives, the mission has gone in their favor.

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Landfall

The Great Ocean, Northeast of Kul Tiras

The steam engine of the large Horde vessel hissed as it chugged along far from the shores of Durotar, having been sailing across the ocean for several long weeks but was nearing it's destination at last... which was a good thing as morale on the ship wasn’t exactly good for one passenger in particular.

Galdia Grimaxe snarled, digging through another crate of empty bottles. “There’s no fuckin’ beer?! No ale?! No NOTHING?!” she snapped.

Leaning against a wall nearby was the massive form of Nitika Dawnhoof, the tauren at least big enough to stand against the Warsong warrior woman through sheer size alone. She was a Seer, a sect of people who followed the Tauren Sun God An’she, but she was as strong as Galdia in terms of pure muscle if not in martial training.

“No Galdia, not since the last time you shouted that two hours ago…” she sighed, shaking her head. “Its not the crew’s fault you drink enough for four orcs on average.” she snorted. She had long since accepted Galdia’s heavy drinking habit, after all the woman had been through a lot. Galdia was a Mag’har after all, and the phrase ‘you can never go home again’ was extremely true for someone in her situation. The Alternate Draenor that had been created by Kairozdormu’s attempt to ferry Garrosh back in time and space to the Draenor of the past was lost to them forever with the Hourglass of Eternity destroyed and that world’s own Dark Portal in ruins… as far as they knew.

Galdia let out a loud growl and threw the crate across the hold, the box shattering against the far wall. A goblin sailor swore as he was unable to get out of the way fast enough, cringing and covering his head and eyes with his hands… only to lower them a moment later to find a shield of pure sunlight covering his body.

“Galdia!” snapped Nitika, “That’s ENOUGH! I spoke to the helmsman an hour ago and we should reach the Dragon Isles today. Can you please keep this under control until we make landfall?”

Galdia glared about her, then snorted and stood up, “FINE! Fuckin’ fine…” she spat, stomping out of the hold, “Where’s Zhan-min when I fuckin’ need that overgrown furblog…” she grumbled in annoyance.

Nitika shook her head and shrugged apologetically to the goblin, then followed her friend out of the hold. A few years ago she would have been babbling apologies and offering to help clean up, but a lot had happened since they had entered the Shadowlands. Let the crew get on with it, she had to try to make sure Galdia didn’t wreck something else.

As they emerged onto the deck the other four members of Savage United looked up. “Fuckin’ fel Galdia…” huffed Grimo, the goblin making some adjustments to his goggles using a barrel as an improvised workbench. "Do I gotta pay for damages again?"

Galdia grumbled under her breath, stomping to the edge of the ship and leaning out to watch the ocean go past. From here one could just barely make out the distant coast of the island nation of Kul Tiras. Despite the armistice the crew had made a very firm point of staying well north of the island. While Jaina Proudmoore had, after a lot of meaningful looks from some of the other leaders of the Alliance, agreed begrudgingly to abide by the terms of the cease-fire… well… many sailors still remembered the fate of her father Daelin Proudmoore and while his daughter had been absolved of the hand she’d had in his death, many of them were still all too willing to remember that it was Horde-forged weaponry that had cut him down that day in Theramore, and it wasn’t unheard of for ships to just ‘go missing’ at sea.

Grimo frowned at the orc’s back, then grunted to Nitika, “How many?” he asked in a low voice.

Nitika sighed, “One box, but it was all empty bottles.” she replied in the same tone. Grimo let out a muttered curse as their two undead companions, the Death Knight Mola’raum and the Forsaken Darkcaster Edwood shook their heads.

“I get what th’ lass is upset about, long sea voyages are a pain in th’ arse even fer Kul'Tirians… but ye gotta find somethin’ ta keep busy with or you’ll go mad ‘n drink runs out eventually.” sighed Ed. In life he was a Kul'Tirian, but the Scourge had ensured he could never go home again as anything but a potential invader.

Mola’raum just shrugged, but kept one glowing blue eye on Galdia, ready to use his Death’s Grip to yank her back if she let her temper get the better of her again.

Sekhi let out a small whine, the vulpera songstress sitting crosslegged on the floor next to Grimo’s barrel, her flute in her hands. She could hear Galdia’s song from here, an angry tempo of frustration, boredom, and an eagerness to do something. The truth of it was Galdia had cabin fever bad. She hated long sea voyages because she had to sit and wait and if there was one thing that the orc woman could not abide doing it was nothing.

She took a breath and closed her eyes, trying instead to focus on the sound of the ocean. To her shamanistic senses all the elements were different musical sounds, and all around them was a slow steady beat of drums to her. The element of Water was a drum, sometimes a small set of hand drums for smaller ponds or pools, other times a series of drums such as a fountain or a waterfall. Here it was as if there were a massive drum beating out a soothing rhythm all around them… and then… her ears twitched as a faint metallic pinking noise drifted over to her. A xylophone-like sound, the sound of Earth.

She raised her head a bit, eyes closed to hear better. All around them was the sound of water, accompanied by the flutes and horns that were the sound of wind to her ears, but Earth had joined them now… and then she heard something else. The sound of a fiddle, being played rapidly, a sort of dance-like song that made her own foot do a little jig in sympathy to it as she sat there.

“Guys!” she yipped, beginning to wag, “I hear other elements! Earth 'n Fire! I think we’re getting clo-…” she started, and then a loud cry came from the lookout.

“LAND HO!” came the voice of a troll, holding a spyglass as he pointed ahead of the ship.

The group looked ahead as Sekhi jumped to her feet, then scampered forward to the bow of the ship as several others joined along… and ahead of them on the horizon was a faint dot that slowly grew bigger and bigger…

And then came the roar.

All heads looked up as a massive green dragon banked over them, the creature’s wings making a such a huge downdraft that it sent a few of the smaller passengers facedown onto the deck. They heard a laugh from above, as if the dragon was amused by this, then it flapped again and shot ahead towards the landmass in the distance, leaving no mystery as to what they were seeing.

The Dragon Isles, the long-lost home of Dragonkind. They had arrived at last!

Sekhi’s eyes were as big as saucers as she pulled herself up onto the front of the ship, her ears twisting this way and that. She could hear the Isle’s song clearly now and it was almost overwhelming to her.

The elements of the isles were strong and pure, left untouched by the races and wars of Azeroth for centuries. Its song filled her ears and mind and the Spirit of the island, the souls of dragons long past singing a joyful chorus to welcome their kin home after so long away. Her tail was practically a blur behind her as the island slowly grew from a dot to where the details could be seen even with the naked eye, and a dock came into view next to a massive volcanic mountain as one of the Blood Elf members of the crew laughed out, “Welcome to the Dragon Isles, adventurers!”

“About fuckin’ time.” smirked Galdia, the orc heading to the side of the boat even before the crew had the gangplank set up as everyone else gathered their things and made ready to disembark.

“Grimo, are we meeting up with Avalon?” asked Nitika, the tauren glancing down at the goblin.

Grimo just shrugged, “Eh, search me Nitts. We’ll run into ‘em eventually. Heard th’ Alliance has their half of the expedition set up near where we’re landin’.” he grunted.

Sekhi was the first off the boat, darting past even Galdia’s eager legs as she scampered down onto the coastline, her head twisting this way and that as she took it all in. The shamaness had heard a taste of the song that night in Dalaran when the Isles revealed themselves, but this was… well… it was so much more. It was hard for her to even keep upright… she wobbled a bit on her footpaws for a moment, then a voice cut through the song.

“Er, are you well?” asked a woman’s voice.

Sekhi shook her head to clear it, then looked back behind her.

Standing there was Laura Brightflame, the woman they’d met when they first got on the boat back in Durotar. She stood there in a long set of white robes holding a silver and blue staff with a draconic motif to it, her long blue and pink hair tied back into a messy ponytail.

“Oh um, yeah sorry… I can just… um… I can hear so much! Its… wow… yeah…” she stammered, looking around. Laura’s intervention had snapped her out of her initial reverie and now that she could focus she noticed something else.

Not all of the song she was hearing was good.

There were undertones of anger and betrayal causing a discord with the song of the Isles as a whole… but Sekhi couldn’t pinpoint where they were coming from. “Huh, that’s odd… I hear something else…” she muttered, her ears flicking back and forth.

“Something else? Like what?” asked Nitika as she caught up with her. Sekhi’s ability to hear Azeroth’s song was a good indicator if there may be trouble.

“I dunno… something… angry? Like there’s someone on th' island that don’t want us here… or don’t want… anyone here?” she tried to focus, catching a few hints of the Spirit of the song… “… lies… they lied… I hear…” and then the angrier parts of the song began to get louder, very quickly.

Sekhi’s eyes flew open, the vulpera’s fur raising on her hackles. “EVERYONE! LOOK OUT!” she cried!

From inside the landing area came a sudden cry of alarm as one of the tents that the Reliquary’s explorers had set up suddenly exploded into flames, another one falling into an ever-widening chasm as the earth seemed to open up underneath it, the gap reaching the sea as oceanwater rushed into drown the unfortunate occupant.

“KILL THEM ALL! DRIVE TH’ HORDE FROM THE ISLES! FOR TH’ INCARNATES!” came a loud roar from above, and then roars came from all around as two dozen more figures burst from the bushes and rocks surrounding the camp.

On the cliffs nearby stood a furious looking dark iron dwarf, her body wreathed in flames as she directed a staff towards them.

Grimo rushed up next to Nitika, his rifle already in his hands. “A dwarf?! The fuck is going on?! Alliance stabbin’ us in the back?” he snapped.

Mola’raum shook his head, the troll unholstering his spear, “Don’t be assumin’ tings mon! She said ‘de incarnates!’” he snapped back, “Who be dey?” he asked.

Laura however, took a step back, shaking her head. “No… no no no…” whispered the human-guised dracthyr, her eyes wide.

The members of Savage United glanced at her, then Galdia shrugged, “Eh fuck it, they’re attackin’ us! This is exactly what I need!” she grinned as she unsheathed her pandaren-made claymore, “LOK’TAR OGAR!” she roared, charging into the fray as the camp’s defenders tried to rally from the sudden surprise attack.

Grimo shrugged, “She’s right about this at least. SAVAGE UNITED! ATTAAAAAAAAACK!” he shouted as the other members sprang into action.

Mola’raum immediately charged in next to Galdia, snapping his fingers as the runes on his spear flared brightly, a ghoul bursting free of the dirt next to him with a guttural cry before the undead beast threw itself at a nearby attacker.

Sekhi shook her head, the song pounding in her ears now, but she’d learned a lot from her time working in Tirisfal Glades… she couldn’t turn it off, but she had found a way to help block out the worst effects. She raised her flute to her muzzle, and a loud series of notes cut through the cries of combat as the skies rumbled above and a bolt of lightning arced down into one of the attackers, sending them flying to land at Edwood’s feet.

The Forsaken looked down, then made a face, “Tides Below…” he muttered. The one leading the attackers was a dwarf… but the one who had been crisped by Sekhi’s attack was an orc! “LADS! THIS AIN’T TH’ ALLIANCE! THERE’S ORCS AMONG THEIR CREW!” he called out over the sounds of battle.

Galdia brought her sword around in a fierce arc, the metal rebounding off a weapon drawn up to block it just in time, as she came face to face with a Darkspear Troll warrior, his blade and body shimmering in a heat haze as if he was about to burst into flames himself. She grinned, then headbutted him right in the face, smashing his nose and snapping one of his tusks in half, and as he stumbled backwards she ran him through the chest!

“Trolls too!” called back Nitika, “Who are these guys… EVERYONE! TRY TO TAKE ONE OF THEM ALIVE!” she called out.

Galdia laughed, “Alive? Sure! Not like they need all their arms and legs right?!” she grinned, bringing her sword around again at a Draenei’s body… and then with a loud crack she stumbled, staring at her blade.

At most of her blade.

The sword had snapped cleanly in half, the rest clattering away across the battlefield.

Galdia’s head came around just in time to see a fist approaching her face at speed, made out of something hard and brown, and then she was flying backwards as she was knocked clear off her feet!

The Draenei sneered. He was a tall man, dressed in the same sort of shamanistic garb as the rest of the attackers but his arms and chest were covered in a carapace of solid rock, his hands transformed into wicked bolder-like fists.

Nitika saw this and sent a burst of sunlight at him, but it barely slowed him down. “GUYS! GALDIA IS DOWN!” she called out in warning.

… but the others didn’t hear her over the cries of battle, and she was too far away.

A bit further away Laura Brightflame was not in a good place mentally. The sounds of combat, the elemental chaos, and the smell of blood were affecting her badly. Her mind kept flashing back to that dark day twenty thousand years ago. Her heart and head were pounding, her hands clenched against her temples so hard her knuckles were turning white… and then she heard the voice of that tauren woman she’d met on the boat.

Her pink eyes snapped open and she saw Nitika trying to rush towards the body of a fallen orc, that one that had been causing all that trouble in the galley. Suddenly she saw an ancient battlefield, and a fallen humanoid with crimson scales and large wings covered in blood, gasping for breath, reaching out a clawed hand to her as if to beg for aid…

Her breath caught, and instinct took over.

“STAY BACK!” she roared at the advancing Draenei, and a pair of massive azure-scaled wings erupted from her back, the membranes between the long scaley digits the white of fresh-fallen snow, and she flapped them hard, the scales glowing with a rainbow of colors as a swirl of wind to match any tornado slammed into Galdia’s attacker!

He stood his ground, but the blast of wind forced him to a stop as he glared at her. “EVOKER! THAT ONE IS AN EVOKER!” he called out to his allies as several more of the attackers turned towards Laura.

Nitika managed to make it to Galdia and began to heal her as she looked up at Laura. She’d seen a few around Orgrimmar after Ebonhorn arrived, but she hadn't seen one in this form up close.

Laura’s expression was wild, her hair swirling about her as her wings flexed, and suddenly she just changed.

Azure scales erupted along her skin as her robes seemed to unravel, becoming a crimson chest-wrap and breechcloth, her face elongating into a lizard-like snout, and a huge reptilian tail stretching out behind her.

For Laura Brightflame, everything else just went away. All she saw was the Draenei, the Primalist, before her. All the instincts that Neltharion had worked into her mind took charge, and she stopped pretending to be anything but Laurelgosa, a dracthyr.

Laurelgosa lashed out with a wave of Obsidian energies and the ground erupted under him, sending him prone as his own weight was suddenly used against him! The stone armor was powerful, but it had made him top-heavy!

As he struggled to regain his balance she leapt into the air, and several of the Horde’s veterans cried out as they saw something that some of the oldest, the ones who remembered the earliest days of Thrall’s rule knew all too well.

She soared towards him, flames flickering around her mouth, and then exhaled a titanic blast of flames and magic below her. The draenei barely had time to scream as the burst of dragonfire fell upon him. When it faded all that was left was his stone armor wrapped around a few charred fragments of bone, one arm still raised in a defensive position.

The other attackers cried out in fury and horror at their ally’s fate, flinging abuse and insults at Laura.

“Abomination!” they called her. “Titan-twisted monster!”

Laurelgosa heard none of it. She was in her true form, and there was an enemy. She hissed, then flapped into the air and channeled the power of the Azure into her wings, and almost two dozen bolts of magic shot out around her into her foes, slamming holes in armor and knocking weapons flying.

But there were quite a lot of them and Laurelgosa was an Evoker… but she was just ONE Evoker.

From among the attackers came the crackle of electricity, and a blast of lightning erupted from among their ranks! Laurelgosa froze, remembering the fury of another creature who used such powers, the half-remembered horror paralyzing her.

Then the lightning bolt hit a shield of sunlight, sparks arcing all over her form, unable to connect through the barrier.

Nitika lowered her staff, Galdia already back on her feet, holding her broken weapon… and there was murder in the orc’s eyes. That sword was special to her, and it was broken. The draenei who’d done it was dead, but someone was going to PAY.

She sheathed the broken sword, then snatched up the axe of a fallen Primalist and charged in as the defenders rallied themselves.

Another Primalist tried to fire off a spell only for a blast of wind to smack him across the face, then another bolt of lightning to slam down into him, sending him sprawling as Sekhi continued her song on her flute, driving and influencing the Air in the area to their defense even as the Primalists fought to control it.

Several burst into flames as Edwood channeled his fel magicks into them, the fires they became engulfed in not the ones they wielded but the corrupted green fires of demon magic. A couple even tried to dive into the ocean, but it didn’t help. Felfire wouldn’t go out until the victim died, even if they were underwater.

Two of them tried to take aim at Edwood, seeing what he’d done to their allies, and with a loud pair of bangs they both went down with bullet holes in their heads as Grimo popped open his rifle and loaded in a new pair of slugs.

And on and on and on and on until finally only one stood, backing away slowly. The dwarf who’d been leading the attack had vanished and he stood alone against the ambush’s survivors, all of whom were VERY angry with him to say the least.

A single dwarf, not a dark iron, but looking ready to fight his way out rather than surrender regardless. Suddenly, there was a loud roar as Galdia burst through the crowd, and the last thing that dwarf saw before the darkness came was her fist heading straight for his face.

He awoke half an hour later, his wrists tied securely behind him, with Grimo, Nitika, and Mola’raum nearby along with the leader of the Reliquary’s agents. Sekhi was near as well, the vulpera unable to ignore the fact that the song she’d heard earlier, the angry one, sounded just like this dwarf’s song.

“So, you can make him talk?” asked the Blood Elven man, wearing the long crimson robes his people were known for.

“Oh yeah, easy peasy for Nitts here.” replied Grimo, “You, uh, need somewhere private to…” he asked her, giving the tauren a sidelong glance.

Nitika sighed, “No… just…” she shook her head, closing her eyes, then when she opened them again they were a deep violet. “There we go, my turn.” she grinned, reaching out a hand as a faint whispering began to fill the air around her.

The dwarf glared, struggling against his bonds, but they had been tied securely. “Do yer worst.” he snarled.

She smirked, “Be careful what you wish for shorty.” replied Nitika Darkhoof, her hand taking on a dark aura as her eyes glowed purple… then suddenly Nitika cried out and clutched at her head as her staff clattered to the ground. “AUGH!” she screamed, stepping back from the dwarf. “I… I can’t get into his mind! Its like a wall of fire in the way!” she gasped.

The dwarf laughed, “That’s right! I’m protected from th’ likes of ye!” he spat, “Torture me all ye want! I ain’t sayin’ a damn word!” he retorted.

There was a bit of an audience to this, several others in the camp wanted answers after all. Murmurs arose from the crowd as the others considered things from alchemical truth serums to engineering devices and the like, and then a voice said, “Hey, troll. Yer a death knight aye? Ye can control dead people?”

Mola’raum pointed to himself quizzically, then nodded, “Um… yah, I can be doin’ dat… but dey don’t always be givin’ clear answ-…” he started.

“Good enough!” the voice said, and then there was a bang and the dwarf jerked into the air and landed on his side, smoke rising from a bullet hole in his head! Several cries came from the crowd, and a few laughs (there’s always a few who appreciate directness,) as a vulpera strode into view.

He was dressed in seafarer’s garb, with a cutlass on one hip and an axe on his other, blowing smoke off the barrel of a flintlock pistol. “There ye go, wake him back up ‘n make him tell ye.” he nodded.

Mola’raum blinked slowly, “Uh… ya fooked up ‘is brain mon. I dunno how much I be gettin’ now…” he replied.

The vulpera paused, lowering his pistol. “… that matters?” he asked.

“YA IT FOOKIN’ MATTER!” shouted Mola’raum, throwing up his arms. “De brain be where he keep all de memories! If ya fook up da wrong part de memories might be gone, or ‘e might not be able ta talk no more! Why ya be tinkin’ necromancers always be fookin’ careful wit dat bit?!”

A loud groan went up from the crowd as the Reliquary’s leader rubbed his temples. The vulpera winced, his ears folding back, “I… um… oops… w-well, I’ll just be shovin’ off then aye?” he tried… and then he noticed something.

Sekhi’s eyes were locked onto him, and her muzzle was hanging open. One arm was extended, and her finger was pointing right at him in shock.

“… wait…” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at her. “Oh bloody fel it can’t b-…” he started.

“JEEM!” she yipped loudly, rushing forward and pouncing him to the ground, her tail wagging like a blur behind her as the crowd stepped back. The male vulpera yelped and managed to keep from landing prone, but otherwise was knocked off his feet.

“SHIT! Sekhi?! What th’ fel are ye doing here?!” he yipped, looking more shocked and worried than anything.

“ME?!” she chattered back, “What are YOU doing here?!” she yipped excitedly, “Ya disappeared from Vol’dun years ago! We all thought ya were dead!”

“Er… w-well I did exactly what I told ye I was gonna do! I joined th' Bloodsails 'n became a powerful 'n feared pirate captain!” he replied, holding up his pistol for emphasis.

From behind him however came a faint gurgling sound, a wet guttural chattering as if a fish had learned how to talk.

Sekhi’s ears flicked, then she peeked behind him, and saw an infant murloc staring back at her. It was seated in an eggshell that had been turned into a sort of makeshift litter that Jeemjazo was wearing as a backpack.

“Murblblbhgbhbl. Mrublblglbhgl.” said the murloc.

She nodded at it, then looked at him. “He says your ship smashed inta his village, ya killed your captain, 'n then ya just left with him.” she nodded to Jeemjazo.

The vulpera boy stared at her, “… wait, YE SPEAK MURLOC?!” he yipped. “I didn’t even know he was doin’ anything besides just makin’ noises! I mean he’s just a baby!”

“Well no, but I can hear his song 'n its tellin' me what he’s trying to say.” she nodded.

“… his what?” asked Jeemjazo, cocking his head.

“Oh right! After ya disappeared, I started hearin' Azeroth's voice! Imma Shaman!” she grinned, wagging. “Oh wow! I gotta tell ma! We never found out what happened to ya 'n your ma came with the rest of th' caravan to Orgrimmar too! She’ll be so happy!”

Jeemjazo cringed, “Sekhi, jeez… no, seriously, please…” he whined as Murgly Jim, the murloc baby, let out a wet sounding gurgle that might have been a laugh.

As the two childhood friends reunited Mola’raum looked over the dwarf’s corpse, then shrugged at the others, “Eh, be worth a shot…” he sighed, reaching out his spear as the runes flared. Turning a formerly living person into an undead monster like a ghoul was easy… but bringing them back was hard, especially if the Kyrians had already claimed their soul. However, the dwarf had only just died so maybe…

The dwarf’s body twitched, then gasped as it slowly eased itself back up into a sitting position, it’s eyes glowing with the same witch-light as Mola’raum’s.

“Right den, ya be me dwarf now… who ya be workin’ fer? Why ya be attackin’ de camp?” he spat out.

“… ubuhg… gubhaaaaahn… guhg…” replied the zombified Primalist, a stream of something dripping out of the hole Jeemjazo’s shot had left.

“… crap. Say somethin’ mon?” he tried.

The dwarf’s jaw worked, but nothing recognizable came out of it. The bullet had either torn up the language center of his brain, or simply done enough damage to effectively lobotomize him. Mola’raum sighed, then snapped his fingers as the dwarf fell over with what almost sounded like a relieved sigh, his body going still once more as he went from undead to simply dead.

Mola’raum shook his head, “No good bruddah.” he shrugged, looking to the Reliquary’s leader. “I can make dem talk, but only if dey got enough brain ta be talkin’.”

“Yes… well…” nodded the elf, clearly put off by the display but only just. He was part of the Reliquary after all, it was hardly the first time he’d seen a dead body. “I appreciate the attempt. Pity that vulpera had to get in the way.” he sighed.

“Eh… we’ll figure it out soon enough.” said Grimo, “If these guys is ballsy enough to attack th’ Horde directly then it’s a good bet th’ locals have run into ‘em too.” he said, taking a drag on his cigar, “Besides, that other dwarf is the one I’m worried about. Notice how she took off th' second we started winnin’?”

Mola’raum and Nitika nodded to each other. A brave leader stays to fight to the bitter end, a smart one knows when to run for it. Still, not even ten minutes on the island and they were already in the thick of it again. What the hell would tomorrow bring after an introduction like that? What other dangers might be awaiting them on the Dragon Isles?

Across the Island, near the Obsidian Citadel

A young dragon roared in fury, shaking it’s head as it pulled against the restraints holding it down. It was a black dragon, barely more than a drake really, and it was in severe distress.

“LET ME GO! I WON’T SUBMIT TO YOU! I REFUSE!” snarled the wyrm, attempting to unleash a gout of molten breath upon it’s captor, but as hard as it tried the burning power wouldn’t come.

“Oh shut yer gob…” sneered the captor as she flexed her claws, glowing with fel energies. “I need a ways ta get ‘round this bloody island, ‘n yer me ticket fer that once I give yez an… attitude adjustment.”

Dissonantia grinned as she gestured again, the dragon screaming in pain as felfire streaked across it’s mind and soul, wrapping it in chains as psychological and spiritual as they were real. Its glowing red eyes flashed a deep fel green as it shook it’s head frantically… but the black dragonflight had long been corrupted by the madness of the Old Gods and even though their masters were gone or imprisoned the marks they left were still there.

All Dissonantia had to do was reach into the hollow they had left behind and fill it with her own power.

The dragon let out one last cry, then went still as its eyes glowed with felfire.

“I… will serve…” it gasped out, it’s chest heaving as it felt horror at it’s own words.

“Attaboy…” she chuckled, “Azzy, looks like we got a new pet…” she grinned over her shoulder.

Az’arad sneered at the dragon, his own body showing several claw marks and burns. He had worked with Cenoon and Xelkek to bring the dragon to heel long enough for Dissonantia to restrain it for the rest of her spell, and he was relishing seeing the creature broken.

“Roight then… Dragon Isles! Oughta be lotsa useful shite here fer a discernin’ lady like me.” she cackled as she snapped her fingers and with a woosh of flames a saddle appeared on it’s back, set with fel runes of compulsion, control, and dominance. The dragon let out a whimper of despair, but otherwise said nothing. “Climb on Azzy, lets see wot mischief wez can get upta.” she nodded, climbing up onto the dragon’s back as Az’arad followed her, seated behind his Mistress.

The felfire chains fell away and the dragon spread it’s wings, then took to the skies with it’s two riders, as Dissonantia extended her senses across the isles… seeking a new source of power, a weapon to use against her enemies.

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