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zefiduu · 6 months

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#anduin wrynn #wrathion #im on my wranduin phase expect more #wranduin #world of warcraft #wowrp #fanart

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lotusmoonbunni · 5 months

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Tauren/Cowfolk druid for @molonginkdragon 💜

#art #drawing #doodle #world of warcraft rp #wow #wowrp #fantasy #wow rp #fantasy art #dnd #homebrew #tauren #cowfolk #beastfolk #druid #my art

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terranlloyd · 1 year

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LFRP - Terran Lloyd

The Basics –––

Full Name: Terran Dalben Lloyd Age: 45 Gender: Male (He/Him) Race: Stormwindian Human (Westfall) Alignment: Lawful Good In-game Names: Arcanesmith (MG), Hatsmith (MG), Telva (WrA) Full Backstory: https://www.bhb.contact/arcanesmith/bio

Physical Appearance –––

Art: refsheet.net/TerranLloyd Hair: Natural Ginger Eyes: Blue Height: 5'7" Build: Buff Nerd Common Accessories: His signature Blue n Gold Hat. Voice Claim: None; however, Shannon Mcormick as Ozpin & Agent Washington is rather close.

Personal –––

Birthplace: Westfall, Lloyd Family Farm Residence: Eastcrest Estate, Elwynn Forest Profession: Arcane Blacksmith, Kirin Tor Magus Hobbies: Writing, Swordsmanship, Arcane Research, Teaching Languages: Fluently Speaks Common, has a light grasp of Thalasian, and utilizes Arcane Magic to help bridge further gaps in knowledge. Religion: Not strictly religious, but has a respect for the Light. Fears: The Void, Loss of loved ones, Dragons.

Relationships –––

Spouse: @arcane-artisan Children: Twins - Medwyn & Teleria Lloyd. Parents: Both deceased. Father during the First War, Mother during the Cataclysm. Siblings: None. Pets: See Below

Traits –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

RP Hooks –––

Eastcrest Coalition - Terran Lloyd is a founding member and leader of Eastcrest Coalition. The Coalition is formed of three minor noble houses and aims to bring wares and commerce to Stormwind Kingdom while safeguarding her borders. The Blue Hat Blacksmith - As his primary source of income, Terran Lloyd works as an Arcane Blacksmith, mass producing mundane weapons and armor and crafting custom enchanted weapons and tools. If your character is looking for something crafted, Terran can either get it done, or knows a guy who can (no promises you won't be sent on a quest for reagents!) Arcane Articulated - In his free time, Terran writes books on Arcane Magic, best known for his series Arcane Articulated which highlights the fundamentals of Arcane Magic and the casters who use it. Rumor has it a new edition is on its way to shelves ... eventually.

Contact Information ––– –

You can contact me on Discord, Twitter, Tumblr, or in game. Discord - BlueHatMan#4547 Twitter - https://twitter.com/LloydTerran Tumblr - Uh ... this post.

Thanks for reading this far, you get a cookie.

#world of warcraft roleplay #wowrp #wow alliance #moon guard #mg rp #wow oc #alliance rp #my oc #oc #original character #stormwind #kirin tor #mage #lfrp wow #mg

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kharrisdawndancer · 7 months

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Announcing the 14th Annual Scary Cakes!

Join us for the 14th annual Scary Cakes Costume Contest!

We will have prizes and a relaxed RP event for you to mingle at and enjoy.

Where: Dalaran (NORTHREND), Underbelly

When: Oct 22, 2023

Time: 5pm WrA / 7pm MG

Who: Neutral event for all Horde, Alliance, and Neutral characters.

Join the Fancy Cakes Community for anchors:

https://tinyurl.com/FancyCakesCommunity

For more information about the Fancy Cakes Roleplaying Event please visit https://fancy-cakes.carrd.co

#WoW RP Event #WoWRP #Warcraft Roleplaying #Fancy Cakes #Braedyn

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blixvoronin · 6 months

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ok but what if blix had a dye job and a fucking BAT. i had a lot of fun w this one!

alt version w her grey hair beneath the cut <3

#self #my art #wowrp #world of warcraft

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bevthebeef · 9 months

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Hi, I'm Bev-- you can also call me Beefy!

I'm just your average Tauren who loves a good outing and a nice drink! In my day-to-day, I do a lot of farrier work for those in need-- horses, kodos, deer, even other Tauren! While other denizens of Azeroth have shoes, talons, and paw-pads, others have hooves that need to be taken care of as well. So that's where I come in! While I do most work local, I have travelled here and there to tend to customers and wildlife. Need a hooficure for you or your animals? Let me know!

In my off-hours, I'm tending to many animals, livestock and wildlife alike. You could say my home is a like a zoo! Those who come to my home in need of aid are often rehabilitated and sent on their way. Some choose to stick around as well, and who can say no to some cute little doe eyes?

When I'm not home, I'm usually out and about socializing and being a party animal. Maybe I'll see you around and get a drink sometime? Who knows.

Here's what I look like!:

#aboutbeefy #world of warcraft #tauren #wowrp #warcraft rp #wow oc #beefyart

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darkladydoodles · 1 year

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Just as I promised myself, I've begun my Wintervale Outfit Adopts! There are three in total for three classes ( any class can wear them though, that's the fun! ).

Outfits in Order: Warlock's Warm Wishes, O'Holy Light & Sugar Plum Druid.

You can find all three, their prices, and the rules on how to participate in the bid by clicking this link to my Deviantart!

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#dragonflight #world of warcraft #world of warcraft ocs #wowrp #warcraft art #open adopts #character adopt #wintervale #winter #digital art #darkladydoodles #nightelf #kaldorei #sindorei #wow horde #wow alliance #outfit design

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thevelvetcartel · 1 year

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TVC Invites you to celebrate Love is in the Air with... Love Takes Flight!

Where: Thaldraszus, Algeth’era (48.75, 40.24)

When: Friday, February 10th, 6pm server (WrA)

What: Art raffle, mount raffle, pick-up line contest, pet battles, and more!

Come enjoy the evening, drink, dance, and make friends! Or more than friends! It is the season for love, after all.

#wowrp #wyrmrest horde #Wyrmrest Alliance #Wyrmrest roleplay #Wyrmrest Accord #wow rp #WRA RP #wra horde

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angiebrice · 1 year

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Self-Care?

What a sight. The young cleric curled into a tight ball on the blanket-laden loveseat squeezing the life out of a colorful, plush bee who didn’t really seem to mind all that much. Most of the choked-up sobbing and incoherent babbling had ceased as she tired herself out.

The jester watched from the other end of the loveseat. On one hand, the sound of her own voice distressed and crying was a little unnerving. On the other, her shadows seethed in the presence of such ripe emotion. Only a few weeks ago she would have reveled in this, contributed to it even. But something had changed in their relationship.

At first, it had been Angie’s willingness and excitement to learn. To grasp new magics eagerly and delve into any task placed before her. It filled Adola’s chest with pride. She made this. In some roundabout way, Angie was her creation. A little legacy she had abandoned, only for it to grow and continue on without her. She got to relive the joys of learning vicariously through the cleric.

She couldn’t help but see Angie as family of some sort. Really, she desperately wanted family. Something she had found and lost several times already. To say what their exact relationship was…was hard. Adola wanted to settle on ‘teacher and student’, but there was something deeper than that. They were on many levels the same person.

Adola slowly scooted her way across the loveseat, jingling a little in excess to assure the cleric knew she was getting closer. She reached purple gloved hand out, offering it to her distressed ward.

The cleric’s voice wavered, but managed to produce something like words. “Don’t touch-” She stopped when the hand arrived near instead of grasping at her. After wiping away some tears the cleric took hold of it, squeezing tightly. “It was right… There’s something wrong with me.”

“Go on.” Adola’s voice rung gently. Curiosity overcame care. In what ways has this fucked Angie up? “I already know everything about you. Tell me what it said.”

“It..it said I was weak.” She choked on the words briefly, pausing to blow her nose into a tissue before continuing, slightly more composed. “I’m a hollow facsimile of a stronger thing. It talked about..you. I think. It called you ‘The Thing I Was’. It knew I wasn’t a whole person. It told me that it was going to kill you.. Or you would die, and I would be free of your sins.”

Adola let out a little sigh. “That’s a very uncharitable way to refer to our circumstances.” A finger tapped against her heavy mask. “It was just pulling from Leshii’s memories. It didn’t know anything special or new. It just picked up on things that *anyone* would have felt insecure and afraid of.”

“It said you were instrumental to its rise.” The words spilled from the cleric’s mouth. A rebuttal in favor of fear and paranoia.

But fear and paranoia were Adola’s domain. Fear, paranoia, the unknown, the depths, dreams. It didn’t get to her. “I may have. Address did a great deal to try to escape from me. Undoubtedly Leshii made some poor choices along the way as well.” She let out a little sigh. She wasn’t helping… “Angie, when I was you. ..At this point. I stood no chance against something like that either. The Admiral poisoned me with darkness, and that was my introduction to the shadow. Life-long fears were cemented into me, plucking at my mind constantly for years. But, we can overcome that.” Angie let out a startled noise as the elven jester yanked her by her hand, pulling her into a tight hug. She let out a wheeze of discomfort, but at the very least she felt…safe.

Adola’s grip loosened a little bit. A comforting embrace. With herself? How awkward. “In the face of something immortal, what do we have?” She offered no chance for response. “Willpower. We possess the ability to defy the world around us. To bend it to our whim. We have our own will and our own volition. It is bound, forced to serve its master for eternity. It envies us for what it will never have. Freedom. The god it serves is dead or defeated and bound. And without that? It has no purpose. These are its death throes. A desperate final attempt to make itself relevant. Where it is static, we **will** grow. And we can grow together. With the people we trust.”

The cleric didn’t look up at her. But Adola could hear that the cleric’s sobbing has come to a stop, and feel her racing heartbeat had quieted to a gentle thump. She waited for a moment… Before realizing Angie had finally tired herself out and slipped off to sleep.

Without anyone to hear it, Adola offered a tired goodbye. “Good night, Angie.” All before settling the priest back onto the loveseat and slipping away. Angie needed no nightmares of the Abyss. Not tonight, at least.

#wow #wowrp

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andrastyn · 9 months

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Summary: Andrastyn gains an unexpected visitor. It goes about as well as you’d think. Word Count: 1,015 Content Warnings: None

In the forests of Ashenvale, buried in bracket and thorn, there came whispers of a druid. She wore her garb wreathed in plant life, favoring a simple tunic and pants alone – no boots, no gloves. She preferred the feeling of the grass and soil under her feet, thrumming with Life familiar.

For those who had spotted her, they had seen a wild-eyed and half-feral elf, towering above some, teeth all bared as she spat her single warning. The bridge of her nose still crooked off-kilter, and the scars that lined her body spoke her tale before it needed to be said aloud – she, in all of her nature, had forgone every instance of humanization. Every instance of herself that wasn’t purely elven – purely nature, itself.

She had been a doctor, once. She had worked alongside humans, full of compassion, full of kindness and strength to fight for those who could no longer fight for themselves. She had been a healer of men. Now, she was only a healer of nature, calloused and cold towards mortality. The druid was content, here, deep within the forests – lost to mankind, lost to anything that called a forgotten name.

So, of course, when she felt footsteps that didn’t match the wildlife that stirred in this region of Ashenvale, she crept into shadows, violet hair a whirl of chaos and hands already reaching for the vines and thorns that would cut away the life and air from an intruder. She waited. She watched.

She saw a kaldorei emerge through the thicket, one hand shielding her eyes from stray branches, and relaxed slightly. One of her people. Perhaps they weren’t here to do harm. Her lips pursed, regardless, as the intruder persisted forward.

Go, she whispered to the winds. Guard this place. The vines and thorns struck forward, creating a wide, tall wall barring further entry – and the druid recoiled, watching in shock as the vines just as soon parted from their path, allowing the kaldorei interloper into the glade. The druid let out a low snarl, and felt her fingers stretch towards something more like claws – something more feral, more feline. The newcomer turned their head, and looked skyward for a brief moment.

“You can come out,” the elf said softly in Darnassian. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.”

Talk. The prospect shocked the druid, and she scowled. She hadn’t spoken in… weeks? Months? Too long. She hissed from her hiding place, her voice a rumble hoarse from disuse. “Leave,” she growled. “This is your only chance.”

The kaldorei sighed, shaking her head. “Please, Andrastyn,” she pleaded. “Come. Speak to me. Just for a moment. I will go back the way I came, just as soon as our conversation is through.”

The druid’s nostrils flared as she heard her name for the first time in what seemed like an age. That alone was enough to startle her. No one here knew her by name. No one who knew her by name should have been able to find her.

She stepped out into the clearing, sticking close to the edge, and eyed down the other kaldorei. Recognition clicked in the back of her brain – Elyrin, who she had befriended while attempting to learn how to shapeshift into a bear. A task that seemed monumental at the moment, but as second nature now. Andrastyn took a tentative step forward, her tone flat as she spoke.

“We’ve nothing to discuss,” she responded. “Elyrin – you need to leave. This is my home.”

“It isn’t. Return to Nighthaven – to Moonglade. Please. The Circle can help you. You’ve been gone for so long. It is time to come home, sister.” Elyrin’s tone was sorrowful, and it sparked a rage deep within Andrastyn’s heart.

“It is, now! What use could the Circle have of me?! What else must I watch vanish? I’ve lost my home twice-over, my mates twice-over, my life, by allowing myself to become embedded with outsiders! My people, our people, we should never have left the forests! I simply return to what should have always been, rather than gallivanting around with mortals pretending that I’m one of them,” Andrastyn spat, her tone rife with hatred.

“Andrastyn, please, just hear me out –“ Elyrin began, but Andrastyn cut her off with a raised hand, the ends of her fingers shifting towards something more claw-like.

“There is nothing to hear. Nothing you say could convince me to go back – to return to a world that has shown me all but the worst of what mortals can do. The Primalists march on the Dragon Isles uninhibited – how long until they storm the rest of Azeroth? How long until they burn down every mile they can manage? I will guard these forests until I die, and I will do so in solitude.”

Elyrin’s shoulders sagged, and she took a step forward. In response, Andrastyn took a step back, scowling. “… There are still things worth fighting for,” Elyrin whispered. “You cannot give up hope. You and I both know that. You are a powerful healer – you could do good –“

“I do as much good here, revitalizing what the orcs terrorized. What they stole from us,” Andrastyn hissed. “Leave. Come back only when you’ve got a good reason for me to return.”

Andrastyn turned, stalking back into the forest. She ignored the pang in her heart as she let herself be shrouded in the cover the trees gave – there was no use for that. For missing mortality. Missing her old life. All it had brought was pain and loss – at least, here, she could let go of it.

Buried in bracket and thorn, Andrastyn would allow herself to forget who she once was, as long as it meant she could keep some semblance of her homeland alive. She passed a simple grave marker, and whispered a prayer to the Wild Gods as she cast her eyes away.

The one thing I will not forget, she reminded herself, is the importance of my calling. Of honoring your memory, An’da, when no one else can.

#ic #wowrp

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melosjournal · 1 year

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i think the patch is good :) melos hates it

#dragonflight #world of warcraft #wowrp #melostra #muriwow #muriart

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lotusmoonbunni · 5 months

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Night elf druid for @molonginkdragon

#art #drawing #doodle #world of warcraft rp #wow #wowrp #fantasy #wow rp #fantasy art #dnd #kaldorei #night elf #night elves #druid #my art

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rathwald · 1 year

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Needing more of Nev.

#nevres rathwald #wowrp #moon guard #stupiderist art

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moonbanter · 1 year

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blixvoronin · 9 months

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Summary: Blix finds a new case. Word Count: 875 Warnings: none Mentions: @indraste-darktalon

Blix strolled into the craft room in the home that she and Indraste shared, her brow knit tightly together as she approached the table where Indy was leaned over an assortment of scrolls waiting to be enchanted. She held a map in her hands, along with a series of hastily-taken notes and a flyer torn from a notice board.

“Check this out,” she said, looking up to Indy as she tossed the flyer down. It was an advertisement – not just any, but one dually printed in Common and Darnassian, requesting a hunter for a string of deaths reported in Ashenvale.

Indy turned her head, picking up the flyer and reading it quickly with a frown. “You think this is a case, moonfire?”

“Yeah. See – I found this flyer in Duskwood,” Blix said. “Not common to see something like this that far out, so I did some digging. It looks like there are at least three victims reported in Ashenvale from the last two months – uh, Sentinel, Sentinel, and… a druid.” She pulled up a chair, laying out the notes she’d taken on the deceased and tapping them with a finger. “What do these guys have in common?”

“… They’re on their home front,” Indy said thoughtfully. “I could navigate Ashenvale with my eyes closed. Orcs have been there for so long that we don’t need help to take them out.”

“Mm,” Blix hummed. “Exactly. Three people, all who know the lay of the land like the back of their hand, and suddenly there’s a search for someone else who can hunt this thing down? Math ain’t mathin’.”

“So, what are you thinking?” Indy asked. “An angry spirit? Something the priestesses couldn’t handle?”

“I don’t know,” Blix admitted. “There’s no detail I can find anywhere on the bodies or how these folks died. That’s why I gotta go out there, figure out what’s going on. If it is something up my alley, y’know, chances are I’m about to see it as somethin’ straight out of my normal wheelhouse. Kalimdor has…” The human drew in a tense breath, frowning. “… a lot of tricks up its sleeve,” she mumbled.

“Just be careful, moonfire,” Indy said quietly. “I know I’ve been busy with preparing for the Tournament and Bertram.”

Bertram. The raven lord they’d recovered in Nagrand some weeks prior. Bertram thoroughly hated Blix after she’d attempted to throw down like a Westfall rodeo to subdue him, and she returned the sentiment after he’d thrown her off his back into a pile of clefthoof bones. The animosity had cooled, some, with Blix bringing a wealth of fish to the creature in an attempt to win his favor and remaining a very respectful distance back as she held conversation with the feathered beast, but he was still acclimating. Hell, he’d almost bitten off one of her flesh fingers two days prior.

Damn bird.

“No, no – wildflower, you’re fine. Don’t worry about that. I’m not worried about it. I want you to come with me.” She raised her brows, reaching out to take Indy’s hand. “You said it yourself – you know Ashenvale by heart. I want you with me. It’s not familiar ground for me, and whatever this is, I want to be able to have you there in case shit hits the fan. You’re fast, but not ‘get from Duskwood to Ashenvale in ten flat’ fast.”

Indy blinked, her brows lofting as she regarded Blix for a long moment. “You know – that makes a lot more sense. I wasn’t keen on letting you go by yourself, to begin with –“

“It’s a no-brainer, wildflower. Anywhere I go, you come with me. We’re a team.” Blix shot her wife an affectionate smile, standing to press a kiss to her cheek. “We’ll leave to handle this as soon as the Tournament’s over. When was the last time you slept longer than five hours in a single stretch?”

Indy’s ears pinned back as she thought over the question for a moment, and Blix plucked a feather that had sprouted out of her braid. “… I’m not sure,” she admitted.

“Mm. Come on. I’m brushing your hair out and you’re going to bed,” Blix ordered quietly. “You can’t work while you’re this exhausted – trust me, the enchantments will be fine until tomorrow. Do you want dinner?”

“Yes,” Indy sighed, her shoulders sagging as she relaxed. “Most definitely. I know I ate breakfast this morning…”

“And worked straight through lunch,” Blix concluded, her head tilting. “Mm. Okay. Food, first. What do you feel like? I’ve got some leftover pork – I can make you some bandil anato-bashore.” The suggestion drew a wide smile from Indy, who rose and wrapped Blix in a hug before pressing a kiss to the crown of her hair.

“Making me Darnassian food?” Indy said softly. “You’re a woman after my own heart.”

“It’s what I do best, wildflower. Go sit – I’ll be with you shortly.” Blix winked, and departed to prepare Indy’s meal. She adored her wife, but she’d be damned if she didn’t see the resemblance to the almost fugue state both of them were susceptible to working themselves into.

Maybe a trip to Ashenvale would be a good refresher for them both, once the case had been addressed.

#indy #wowrp #world of warcraft #ic #moon guard #wrarp

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sjolldorei · 11 months

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~ Local Hero Returns Home from years of travel and glory! ~

Sjoll Sunguard, Sin'dorei adventurer of some renown, has returned to Quel'thalas for some much needed peace and quiet. After a long career of danger and heroism, this swordsman has decided to setlle down at his ancestral home in Eversong, where he plans to "spend some quality time relaxing alone, before helping to train the younger blade wielders in Silvermoon", our reporter was told.