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Depraved Delinquency is Recruiting!

Depraved Delinquency (Alliance-WRA) is a home for those misfits of the world who feel like they belong nowhere else. We do not discriminate on race, gender, class, or history because that is what makes us unique. DD, as a guild, is an offshoot of a criminal guild in an untraditional style. We do not murder, we do not extort, and we’re not bad just for the sake of being bad. At its core, the family of DD is there because they’re good people who realise sometimes you have to act outside the law to do what must be done. Stealing to live, selling narcotics to make ends meet, and forging a document or two to make life easier… Those are things that help the collective. Gold is donated, jobs are created, and a family is giving to someone who may have never had one. 

We work on the behalf of the Benefactor; a shadow guild master who guides those he considers his children. Almost no one has ever seen or met the person, but those that work beneath them know their influence. While the “Township” is in the sewers beneath Stormwind ICly, we will use the OLD DALARAN sewers as a proxy. 

The name of the game is growth and development. Far too often people create petty criminal toons just to be overshadowed or ramrodded by the big shots. This is an opportunity to tell your own story. The guild itself is Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try for redemption or damnation… Just be prepared to accept the consequences!

We Are Looking For:

- Storytellers -Thieves -Harlots -Urchins -The down-on-their-luck -Pickpockets -Homeless -Orphans -Or anyone who just has a good heart but is generally inclined to less than socially acceptable things!

If you’re interested in joining, or just want more information, feel free to contact me here or via in-game messages (Character name: Matther)

And remember, in the wise words of Zangief:

(Edit: Updated for faction and server, please repost)

[vladimir-faircrest]

Depraved Delinquency is Recruiting!

Depraved Delinquency (Alliance-WRA) is a home for those misfits of the world who feel like they belong nowhere else. We do not discriminate on race, gender, class, or history because that is what makes us unique. DD, as a guild, is an offshoot of a criminal guild in an untraditional style. We do not murder, we do not extort, and we’re not bad just for the sake of being bad. At its core, the family of DD is there because they’re good people who realise sometimes you have to act outside the law to do what must be done. Stealing to live, selling narcotics to make ends meet, and forging a document or two to make life easier… Those are things that help the collective. Gold is donated, jobs are created, and a family is giving to someone who may have never had one. 

We work on the behalf of the Benefactor; a shadow guild master who guides those he considers his children. Almost no one has ever seen or met the person, but those that work beneath them know their influence. While the “Township” is in the sewers beneath Stormwind ICly, we will use the OLD DALARAN sewers as a proxy. 

The name of the game is growth and development. Far too often people create petty criminal toons just to be overshadowed or ramrodded by the big shots. This is an opportunity to tell your own story. The guild itself is Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try for redemption or damnation… Just be prepared to accept the consequences!

We Are Looking For:

- Storytellers -Thieves -Harlots -Urchins -The down-on-their-luck -Pickpockets -Homeless -Orphans -Or anyone who just has a good heart but is generally inclined to less than socially acceptable things!

If you’re interested in joining, or just want more information, feel free to contact me here or via in-game messages (Character name: Matther)

And remember, in the wise words of Zangief:

(Edit: Updated for faction and server, please repost)

[vladimir-faircrest]

Depraved Delinquency is Recruiting!

Depraved Delinquency is a home for those misfits of the world who feel like they belong nowhere else. We do not discriminate on race, gender, class, or history because that is what makes us unique. DD, as a guild, is an offshoot of a criminal guild in an untraditional style. We do not murder, we do not extort, and we’re not bad just for the sake of being bad. At its core, the family of DD is there because they’re good people who realise sometimes you have to act outside the law to do what must be done. Stealing to live, selling narcotics to make ends meet, and forging a document or two to make life easier… Those are things that help the collective. Gold is donated, jobs are created, and a family is giving to someone who may have never had one. 

We work on the behalf of the Benefactor; a shadow guild master who guides those he considers his children. Almost no one has ever seen or met the person, but those that work beneath them know their influence. While the “Township” is in the sewers beneath Stormwind ICly, we will use the OLD DALARAN sewers as a proxy. 

The name of the game is growth and development. Far too often people create petty criminal toons just to be overshadowed or ramrodded by the big shots. This is an opportunity to tell your own story. The guild itself is Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral, but that doesn’t mean you can’t try for redemption or damnation… Just be prepared to accept the consequences!

We Are Looking For:

- Storytellers -Thieves -Harlots -Urchins -The down-on-their-luck -Pickpockets -Homeless -Orphans -Or anyone who just has a good heart but is generally inclined to less than socially acceptable things!

If you’re interested in joining, or just want more information, feel free to contact me here or via in-game messages (Character name: Matther)

And remember, in the wise words of Zangief:

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OOC Randomness

Been leveling my Hunter lately and had someone comment that my leveling mog reminded them a bit of Thor’s armour in Avengers: Infinity War. So I ran with it!

And then it seemed, no matter what I did...

That Blizzard insisted on turning my Hunter into Thor.

This has been a random post of randomness. Enjoy the rest of your day and have a kitten.

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Chapter One: The Beginning

It was some time before the young soldier awoke with a start; the cracking of a log in the heart snapping him out of a dreamless sleep. As his eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting, he soon realised that he was no longer where he once was. A feeling of dread and panic gripped his heart, a clammy sweat making his skin grow cold as the memories of the night before played through his mind. Where was he? Had the old man taken him? Had he been found by comrades and allies? Closing his eyes, he sought to calm a distressed heart, taking slow and even breaths. As he did, his mind began to clear.

It was clear he was safe; being taken care of. With the slightest shift of his leg, he could feel the rudimentary splint and wrappings around his ankle, resetting the bones so that it could heal. Even then it took him a moment to notice the fact he was in a bed; or rather a cot, covered in warm furs and a pillow stuffed with straw. The cabin itself was rather ordinary; made of dark, fitted logs, it was similar to many that could be seen throughout the world. Rough hewn furniture, including a table with a still steaming wood bowl and a handful of uncut gems, littered the cabin.

Suddenly ravenous, the boy stumbled from the bed, falling to the bowl of offered food set for him. It was a basic stew, heavy with rough cut meat and tubers, but it tasted as if it had been blessed by the Light itself to a tongue starved. Even the dark brown bread tasted beyond description, still warm from the hearth and smothered in a rich clotted cream. It wasn’t long until he had his fill, feeling his eyes once again heavy from exhaustion. As the old man was nowhere to be seen so that he could be thanked properly, the soldier gazed towards the bed again, pondering it’s welcoming embrace.

As he stared at the simple cot, something caught his eye on the floorboards beneath. Falling heavily to the furs and canvas, he reached beneath and felt the warm leather against his fingertips. Curious, he pulled the heavy tome from beneath and held it in his lap. There was nothing unusual or ominous about the book; a simple journal of vellum pages bound in leather. Embossed on the front in an iron-flecked ink held the letters “CM”. His inquisitive nature taking hold over his better judgement, he cracked open the book to the first page.

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Reblog for the night crowd

O’Death

Panicked, he ran through the darkened forest; clothes being torn to shreds from the branches and brambles impeding his path. Over his own ragged breath, he could hear the guttural speech and snarling as the Forsaken closed in behind him, their wolves never relenting in the pursuit of their prey. Still he ran. He ran as far and as long as his legs would allow rather than fall victim to the same assault that had decimated his camp. He’d seen the horrors that had befallen his comrades, the way the ghouls feasted on his friends; hearing their cries as the meat and flesh was ripped from their bones while still alive. A simple cracking twig was all it had taken to alert the Horde and now he ran.

Fate, however, is known to waylay the best laid plans of both beast and man. In her malevolent humor, the young soldier had never seen the root protruding from the ground until it was too late. His scream pierced the night as the ankle shattered from the ground’s cruel embrace, sending his careening down the embankment to the ditch below. Bloody, battered, and with nowhere left to flee, all he could do was swallow back his fear as he saw the wolves and undead crest the bank, slowly making their way down towards the wounded prey.

“I want to eat him alive,” one on them insisted to the other two, pulling a twig from between a pair of his exposed bones. “They always taste best alive.”

“But the commander wants to interrogate this one,” another snapped in retort, the sneer looking almost comical with his lack of nose and partially unhinged jaw. “We need to see what they know.”

Quietly, the third had made his way to the boy, sword in hand. Forcing the human to look upon his mutilated visage, the Forsaken gave a horrific smile, switching to the Common language instead of the guttural speech of his kin. “Oh no. We will bring this one back alive, but the commander never said what state he had been. He has a few extra limbs we can take as snacks for the road. His screams will be a lovely orchestra for our meal.”

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Reblogging here with a bit of an explanation.

Anyone who knows me knows that, recently, I’ve been bouncing around between a lot of characters, leveling many others, and been more or less absent from the RP scene. I’ve been having a harder and harder time lately getting into just about anything regarding WoW and was probably a week away from quitting entirely.

With my new job, I current work a graveyard security shift where, at least for the next few months, bugger all is going to happen. Talking with my longtime rp partner and best friend, she put forth a challenge to me. One that would allow me to potentially get my RP groove back as well as give me something active for my mind to do as I’m at work. Thus, Caine has been born. 

For the time being HE WILL ONLY EXIST ON TUMBLR. There is no in-game version of him just yet. I want him to become full fleshed out and able to stand on his own before potentially bringing him to the game. This also will give me more motivation to write for him as his story isn’t being told through multiple mediums.

I am also challenging myself by changing up my writing style for him. There will be no ask posts, no rp prompts, no ooc post. After the next story bit, all the stories will happen in the current timeline as Caine is unveiling his life story to the young soldier. These will be told in the first person, campfire story-esque manner. Something I’m completely unfamiliar with.

Long explanation, I agree, but I wanted people to know what I was doing in-case someone started looking for him ingame. So if you’re on Tumblr to read stories, feel free to give Caine a follow as you won’t be spammed with anything else from it. If you’re looking for someone to hit with prompts and such, this won’t be the blog for you.

Now here’s a platypus.

@cassielev / @adhelin for the mention

O’Death

Panicked, he ran through the darkened forest; clothes being torn to shreds from the branches and brambles impeding his path. Over his own ragged breath, he could hear the guttural speech and snarling as the Forsaken closed in behind him, their wolves never relenting in the pursuit of their prey. Still he ran. He ran as far and as long as his legs would allow rather than fall victim to the same assault that had decimated his camp. He’d seen the horrors that had befallen his comrades, the way the ghouls feasted on his friends; hearing their cries as the meat and flesh was ripped from their bones while still alive. A simple cracking twig was all it had taken to alert the Horde and now he ran.

Fate, however, is known to waylay the best laid plans of both beast and man. In her malevolent humor, the young soldier had never seen the root protruding from the ground until it was too late. His scream pierced the night as the ankle shattered from the ground’s cruel embrace, sending his careening down the embankment to the ditch below. Bloody, battered, and with nowhere left to flee, all he could do was swallow back his fear as he saw the wolves and undead crest the bank, slowly making their way down towards the wounded prey.

“I want to eat him alive,” one on them insisted to the other two, pulling a twig from between a pair of his exposed bones. “They always taste best alive.”

“But the commander wants to interrogate this one,” another snapped in retort, the sneer looking almost comical with his lack of nose and partially unhinged jaw. “We need to see what they know.”

Quietly, the third had made his way to the boy, sword in hand. Forcing the human to look upon his mutilated visage, the Forsaken gave a horrific smile, switching to the Common language instead of the guttural speech of his kin. “Oh no. We will bring this one back alive, but the commander never said what state he had been. He has a few extra limbs we can take as snacks for the road. His screams will be a lovely orchestra for our meal.”

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Home

The rigging groaned as the ship began to slow her speed into the waiting arms of the harbour. Orders were shouted about the salt and spray, bells ringing from the shore to let them know where to go. High, high upon the mast waved two flags; one of orange and black, a phoenix emblazoned on it’s side, and the other of silver and green, likewise adorned with two crossed hammers behind an anchor. Knowing the significance of this particular voyage, the old Kul Tiran, silver locks whipping in the air, watched with a warm smile on his face. The voyage had been hard and there had been many delays, but nothing had slowed down the resolve of his nephew who now stood upon the rails, bare of feet and bare to the waist, sun glistening off sweat and ink stained skin. Though he hadn’t said as much, it was clear to anyone who’d come to know the displaced kinsman that he was finally relaxing. These men were not his men. This ship was not his ship. In the end, it didn’t matter. The Paladin had defended and worked alongside the crew as if they were his own, coming to earn the respect and admiration of those around him. While it was not uncommon to transport noblemen, it was rare to have a Duke who looked upon them as equals.

Swinging like a nimble ape from the line, Joseph was met with a flash of pearly whites as a smile split the dark, coarse beard of his nephew. Without hesitation, the older Kul Tiran walked forward to embrace the man he’d come to see as a surrogate son in all the months since they had met.

“Y’comin’ back t’see me an’ y’aunt, aincha?” he asked in a rumbling bass, a gentle mist cresting his blue eyes.

Chuckling, Vladimir pat the much larger man on the back. “Now don’t be gettin’ all sentimental on me now, old man,” he chided warmly, taking a step back to meet the man’s face with a cock-eyed grin, “Did you think Ed and I invited you on this little excursion just for the fishing? Adhelin is expecting us both in Braemar. You haven’t seen Kenna since she was born. I think a little quality time with her grandfather is overdue.”

Surprise was clear on the Joseph’s face as he processed what the Duke had just said. “But y’aunt….”

“Auntie Eileen will be here in about a week,” he replied, still grinning like an asshole. “We both felt you needed a little vacation. She’s been ready to kill you since you randomly decided to retire on her. Having you underfoot and making more and more dishes has driven her to the edge. She was just about begging me to take you.”

A deep, rumbling laugh escaped the old farrier’s mouth, his ample torso jiggling in turn. “Aye, I can see ‘ow she might be gettin’ t’that point. An’ I ‘ave put on a pound or two.” Grinning, he pat his stomach as if to make the point.

“More than two,” Vladimir teased, “And Auntie is worried about you mind getting as flabby as your behind lately. You two will come stay in Braemar with us for a few weeks while I get some affaires settled, and then I’ll come back with you to Boralus to work with Edward for a couple weeks.”

“Aye, an’ ‘ow’s y’lit’le  wife takin’ alll y’travel. Y’ave responsibilites at ‘ome, after all,” Joseph remarked carefully, watching his nephew’s expression for that hint that he’d crossed a line. Though he’d come to know Vladimir, he was still wary of the younger man’s temper, knowing the imbuement to his armour being tied to emotions.

“I think Adhelin is enjoying it,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “It’s helping the Faircrest name and bringing business to both the Faircrests and Braemar, which is what she wanted. Braemar was always just seen as a military training sight due to almost nothing being able to be grown up in the mountains, and most of the mines have been stripped bare at this point. Now people are coming for rare and exotic antiquities, enjoying the safety the town provides and knowing the discretion of their transactions are as important to them as they are to us. Hell, I heard Edward’s considering branching out and setting up a caravan outpost in Braemar now to help expand business… Especially with how dangerous sea travel has become lately. Besides, any excuse I can get for Adhelin to miss me for a bit just increases the chance she’ll jump my bones when I get home.”

Covering his face with a meaty palm at his nephew’s oversharing with that last bit, Joseph just sigh. “I cannae say I was needin’ t’ear that.”

Laughing, Vladimir walked off towards the cabin, heading off to get changed back into armour. “Maybe not, but it made the perfect segue to tell you she’s pregnant again!” he called behind himself, ducking into the hold and leaving the dumbfounded Kul Tiran grinning from ear to ear at the thought of another baby to dote over.

Tags: @householt @adhelin

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#lifegoals

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@adhelin

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The Tragic Hero and the Villain. I can’t see how that would go wrong lol

Trope Thinger Results

The Villain

The bad guys. The mad scientists, the cruel executives, the evil witches and wizards, the corrupt politicians, the mortal aspects of pure evil, and, more often than not, the people (or otherwise) that instigate the conflict and the story. You are a very determined individual with a very strict set of rules. Your mind is mostly thinking about how you can reach your goals and conquer your ambitions. You are often described as cunning and intelligent by the few who stick by your side. You like sticking to the shadows and observing, rather than interacting and taking action.

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Your Result: The Tragic Hero

A tragic hero is a literary character who makes a judgment error that inevitably leads to his/her own destruction. You give too much and don't get very much back, usually because you do things out of the goodness of your heart. You always seem to have good intentions and you often carry the burden of others on your shoulders. You have a very high sense of empathy and you tend to be very secretive about yourself. You have such a big heart and others value your friendship and see you as one of a kind. You're special to those who are close to you and they care about you dearly.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it

https://uquiz.com/nsYXgV?p=60207

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???

Another trio, alright here goes...

Vlad:

1. His main point of pride is his beard.

2. He has a small cottage somewhere in Pandaria that he uses as a safe house. He’s hinted at it’s location before.

3. He STILL royally sucks as a Paladin. He continues to train though he feels it’s utterly hopeless at times.

Mun:

1. Most bizarre thing I’ve ever done was fight a mugger off with a mannequin leg while wearing a dress and make-up. (That’s a LONG story)

2. I’ve owned my own company since I was 16.

3. My favourite book series is the Belgariad by David Eddings

Thanks for the ask @cassielethalryn

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? x3!

Alright, For Vlad:

-Vladimir can play guitar. He does so rarely because he thinks he’s terrible at it.

-The thing that terrified him most became his symbol. Vladimir feared fire, but in the end it became the prefect representation of him.

-He has a soft spot for kittens.

And 3 for the mun:- I spent 5 years as a paranormal investigator with the Salem Paranormal Society in Salem, MA. That beling said, I’m still a skeptic.

-I love the outdoors. During the summer I prefer to be off somewhere in the middle of the woods.

-I’m am a practicing Celtic Druid in real life and have been for nearly two decades.

Thanks for the ask @serelia-evensong

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Send “?” for a fact for both the Mun and Muse!

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I just watched my 3 year old daughter rage quit ABC Mouse with a huff just to grumble and pick it back up again. I have never been so proud as a gamer parent lol