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I’m still alive

I haven’t posted much of anything in a long time. I haven’t been much on WoW as of late, if anything, I’ve been out and about spreading the word of Jabbles to other venues of entertainment. Mostly VRChat, but still, other platforms of comical value. I’ve also been doing the Twitch thing. It’s been fun. Met a lot of people, made new friends, many laughs, and have been enjoying the journey thus far. You can follow me at https://www.twitch.tv/jabbleskatan if you want to come see the same Jabbles you know and love (And love to laugh at) do things other than not make post on Tumblr. Anyways, Have a good day everyone :D

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Ironforge Winter Craft Fest

Holey Moley,

I thought last year’s was big, but this years was bigger. Even though I didn’t interact with the vendors as much this year, I did go around and get some pics.

Here are some of my favorites:

Security was pretty up to snuff at the Cask’n’Anvil!

I took way more photo’s of this booth then I should have. It’s absolutely adorable.

This is Draft the Dragon. I believe he’s the Mascot for the Kegfist Brewery folks. I followed him around photographing his antics before he noticed me and gave me a great chance for a photo op.

One of Bathildas’ famous drinking competitions. I didn’t notice until later that Draft the Dragon was in the background. Appropriate that he’s there.

Momma Ris and Murkey!

Burly looks so stoic in this.

I had a lot of fun at the event. Especially just going around and taking photo’s. I took way more photo’s than was needed, but these ones spoke to me in some way.

If you were there, I hope you had fun, and maybe you’re in one of the pics above!

@risrielthron @murkeyglglgl @bath-ironstout @moriayamina

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This wonderful woman is always working so hard to get those magical memories captured for everyone.

If you haven’t already, you should keep an eye on her photography business, A Moment in Time, to see what events she’ll be at to help capture that magic for you.

We love ya Momma Ris

@risrielthron @moment-in-time-wra

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"Abjuration, to craft from nothing. Conjuration, to bring into being. Divination, to see the unseen. Illusion, to make seen unseen. Enchantment, to brighten the dull. Transmutstion, to adapt to new form. Evocation, to draw on the land. Necromancy, to undo permanence." The Archwizard adjusted the collar upon his robery and got to the point. "These are the Dalarani Schools of the Arcane. Tell me, which of these best exemplifies.. You?"

I would think Enchantment, to brighten the dull. I always try to make people smile, or even using comedy to lighten the mood. I like to do silly things when possible, or simply hum when waiting in line.

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Good: Ah, Jabbles. I adore you so much and I think that’s most people’s thought when they get to interact with you. You OOCly are as much fun as Jabbles and Jibblit are ICly.

Bad: I don’t get to RP with you nearly enough. But you are a busy man IRL so I get it.

Good: From the first I met Jabbles till now, I just think he’s this really interesting character. Who you hide behind the drinking. :P  And Jibblit well he’s just special. And you know I adore those special articles you write for us. *wink* Seriously though, I can’t say thank you enough for everything you’ve done since putting Jibblit into the courier. And my little gnome photographer is the best ever.

Thank you for being my friend OOC and IC.

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This is really well done.

I made a thing

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Corgi's are the best thing ever.

one of my favorite corgi facts - besides how they’re the breed where the term ‘sploot’ comes from bc of how they lay down - is that they’re one of the ONLY small dog breeds that are perfect for herding cattle bc they’re so fucking short that cattle hooves cant kick them while the corgis nip their heels to get them moving

like thats the reason why they’re good at herding cattle. bc they’re little sasuages that can evade hooves and go back to charging and leading the cows. they’re amazing look at them go

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Light bless this man.

Unhappy Trial of Style, mortals!

The Great Nyehehe is said to be the most evil, powerful, and fashionable being in all the universe, and that-

“And who says that?”

Shut up. And that shall be proven yet again today, mortals, when The Great Nyehehe asserts himself as the most stylish and sinister being in the universe!! You mismatched morons cannot even hope to begin of dreaming of ever achieving even an iota of a chance of being anywhere near as fashionable as The Great Nyehehe!! Nyehehe!!

“Yes, well, hello dahlings. I’ve taken it as a sort of challenge to make this spaz look spiffy this Trial of Style! I’ve certainly got my work cut out for me.”

What was that, mortal?

“Nothing, dahling. Just, go speak with the etheral inside to sign up for the contest, won’t you?“

“Yes, dahling! Give it to me! Get those photos! You’re a star! You’re a star!”

“Yes, show off your evil side! Oh, ha! Who am I kidding? All your sides are your evil sides! Hoho!

“Now, give us a silly one! No? No silly ones? Well, whatever. Oh, great picture! That’s a good one, too. Oh… sorry, sorry! Yes, that’s an evil picture. It was a mistake, dear, please don’t throw stuff at the judges. No, just put that dow-”

“What do you think of this participant, Aetheris?”

“I think we need to get this tacky twit out of here before he knocks out one of the contestants! A fine moustache, though. Expertly twirled, Natasia.”

Bah!! Those mortal fools must have been bind to not have seen The Great Nyehehe’s fiendish fashion sense!! Well, he knows what to do!! He’ll vow revenge for their impudence!! How dare they!?!

“Oh, pish posh! Those elftrash don’t know anything about fashion. Did you see what she was wearing? Pfft. How Silvermoon’s standards have fallen! And to think they were the fashion capital of the world!”

Fashion… capital… of the world, you say, mortal? Nyeh? Is that right?

“Oh? Have you never been to Silvermoon? Oh, well, it’s a wonderful place, and their boots are simply to die for! Oh, but with I suppose you unfortunately couldn’t visit in today’s current political scene, I suppose…. Oh! But what a city! Why, I remember when I was a younger Gnome, me and… *yada yada yda*”

Silvermoon, eh? Well, The Great Nyehehe will show them who’s!! They’ll rue the day they ever sowed a stupid scarf!! Bah!!

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Cherries, thunder, recklessness.

That seems about right..

people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt

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It’s mah internet mom.

Loves her.

Wait, a bitchy mode? I don’t believe this.

Hi.

I’m Julie…the mun behind Jazimina, Risri, and a bunch of other toons.

I am a single mom, living with my son and trying to raise my daughter to know that just because bad things happen it doesn’t mean you can’t live happy.

I struggle with depression and anxiety. I have good days. I have bad days.

I was having a good day today. Then I got messaged by someone and have been having a conversation with them. And its kind of brought my mood down.

I am not perfect.

I have times where I can be super sweet. I have times where I can be a raging bitch. I am proud to say that raging bitch Julie doesn’t show her head that often.

I am for the most part a pretty happy person.

I don’t like negativity. I don’t like conflict. To the point that I know I probably make people mad because I won’t fight back. I just go quiet and passive aggressively do things.

I’m not proud of that.

Did I mention I’m not perfect?

So, if I have ever made you feel like I don’t like you, like I don’t care, like I was ignoring you. I apologize.

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. Hi.

I’m just gonna try to write and RP and have fun. I hope you do the same.

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@risrielthron Its on!

Lilsadiir, Risri, and Lexi

Oh lord, this is the Fuck, Wed, Drink thing isn’t it.

Lils is already Jabbles wife, and has done all three with her! EVIL.

Well, Marry Lils. Cause that’s already a thing.

Might as well Fuck Lexi. Dem Worgen doe.

Drink with Risri. I respect her too much to ONS her. Unless she’s into that.@risrielthronI don’t have Lexi’s Tumblr (If she has one) x.x

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Lilsadiir, Risri, and Lexi

Oh lord, this is the Fuck, Wed, Drink thing isn’t it.

Lils is already Jabbles wife, and has done all three with her! EVIL.

Well, Marry Lils. Cause that’s already a thing.

Might as well Fuck Lexi. Dem Worgen doe.

Drink with Risri. I respect her too much to ONS her. Unless she’s into that.@risrielthronI don’t have Lexi’s Tumblr (If she has one) x.x

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Prepare, foolish mortal, for the huggles, snuggles and cuddles... From a fan! Send to ten of your favorite blogs/roleplayers/goobers -- Don't break the chain you nerd. <3

Thank you Khad xD

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This is a Tumblr hug! :) Pass it on to at least ten of your favorite followers and remember: don't break the chain :)

Aww, thank you :3

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A certain Gnome believes this is clearly a conspiracy to control the media by the State.

The Conditions

Risri read the letter from the Magistrate again. She sighed, it was still there the words setting oversight by an agent of the crown.

She looked around the office. Things would not change much, since Latilda had died Risri had kept a closer eye on the opinion pieces that were submitted. She had one in her hand now that Savian had brought to her attention. She’d held off publishing it because of the language, now she had every reason to believe the agent would squash such inflammatory opinion pieces. At least it was only for six months.

Risri posted the notice on the board for the others to read, writing a brief note, “Come see me if you have questions, Risri.”

She sighed again at the note. The conditions were better than she thought considering the auditor’s attitude toward her. The woman had made no secret of her dislike of Kaldorei or of Risri owning the paper. At least the Magistrate was less biased. No mention in the order of her race. Just the fine, the directive to adjust the policies, and the oversight of the crown for six months. She had faith that in six months time, that further oversight would prove unnecessary.

She nodded at an intern and headed to the bank. At least the fine was something she could take care of today.

By order of The Kingdom of Stormwind and Representatives of the House Wrynn, I, Magistrate Kinwood do hereby declare the results of the audit upon The Royal Courier.

The Royal Courier in days past has on seven separate occasions incited violence or political upheaval by publishing sensitive information without discretion for potential implications of their actions. These incidents have been recorded and noted within the final audit documentation, Public Audit 123.45, and can be accessed by request via the Magistrate’s office.

The penalties for these actions are as follows:

A fine of no less than 50 gold for each incident for a total of 350 gold to be paid to the Clerk’s Office in the Keep.

The Courier’s staff will have to change their publishing policies in order to minimize future incidents. The publication is to submit its policies for approval to Magistrate Kinwood, no later than the first day of September.

An agent assigned by the crown, shall oversee all daily publications of the paper for the period of six months, whereby a formal report will be submitted to Magistrate Kinwood on recommendation for further oversight.

Signed, Magistrate Ervin Kinwood Magistrate, Lower Courts, Stormwind

@skystoneseat @the-news-nerd @jabbleskatan @achmias @savianblackwood @jacquelineredding

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I'm surprised I'm not the one drinking.. Then again, that would probably end up horrible for all involved.

Bennas, Jabbles, and Nathan (Holt)

O.o  I didn’t reblog but I will humor you Miss Moria.

Fuck Jabbles cause he’s Jabbles and we all know how much fun he is.

Marry Bennas cause he’s honorable like that and he just seems like solid husband material.

Drunk with Nate cause I think he might need one especially now.

@moriayamina @jabbleskatan @theodorebennas @nate-holt

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I'll take it. I laughed harder than I should have at how you described the pummeling.

Unto Ashes

(Trigger warning: Violence, Death)

Wednesday, July 19th, 7:43 pm, Southern Wetlands

Khadorek was but a shadow of his former self; his pale, clammy skin, coated with dark purple spider veins and dull, lifeless eyes gave him the look of a drowned body, and the damage done to his mind made him little better than an automaton. He simply felt… nothing. He fought his final battle for the Ascendancy, and he felt nothing. The Rosenvlooms poked and prodded at him and Caroline day in and day out, and he felt nothing. Those he once viewed as friends came to him, out of pity or scorn he knew not, only to gawk at him like a freak, and he felt nothing. The SI: 7 director came to them and desired to employ the Rosenvlooms and by extension him, to carry out an important mission, and still, he felt nothing. As it turns out, such a state of being makes one particularly easy to control with shadow magics, especially with all the harsh programming already done to him. So, with but a little work from the Rosenvloom, Khadorek, along with a small team of commandos to destroy a portal generator threatening a series of catacombs that lead directly into Old Ironforge, with Khadorek serving as a distraction. Everything was going well, at least, so it seemed… “C'mon, let me out!” The personification of Khadorek’s mind snarled, pressing against the mental block that kept his real mind trapped in his subconscious, and his body a mindless husk. “Break, damn you!” He grunted. It was useless, with a heady sigh, Khad turned his back against the block, sliding down it to sit against it, despite the formless void he floated in. He rested his head in his hands with a groan of defeat, and failure. “Aww, little hero’s all tuckered out?” Came the mocking voice of his doppelganger, smiling with that unnervingly wide smile. Khadorek just groaned.

“Fuck off, will you? I’m in a bad enough mood.” Khad replies, massaging his ‘temples.’

“Talking might help you with your problems.” It replies, hovering over to Khad’s side. Khad denies him eye contact.

“I know what you’re going to say; ‘This is all your fault, they’re all going to die because of you. There is nothing you can do to stop it.’ Believe me, I already know it.” Khad replies.

“Perhaps a bit, but not entirely believe it or not.” It continues, its tone shifting to a softer level, Khad just laughs dryly.

“Stop fucking with me, will you?” Khad asks, continuing his soft cynic chuckle. “None of them have noticed, and even if they did, there is no way they can stop it in time now, even if I could warn them. I can’t do anything to this… thing.” Khad raps lightly on the blockage for emphasis. “And even if I could, I am just so… tired. These last few months have so draining for me, and I just can’t do this anymore. I’m done, I give up, what’s the point of fighting anymore when no matter what I can’t make a difference?”

“You’re right, there is nothing you can do to this wall, not on your own, at least…” It replies suggestively. Khadorek’s laughter lessens. “If you had help, though…”

Khadorek turns to face it, its smile now much smaller and more sympathetic, which was uncomfortably out of character for it, but Khadorek was too confused to remark on that directly. “What are you on about?” Is Khadorek’s simple response.

“I don’t have to be your enemy Khadorek, I know where this is going, Khadorek, you’re too brave or stupid to run… perhaps both, what’s the word for that, again?”

“Foolhardy.” Khadorek replies before facing forward at the much more in character insult.

“Thank you. You’re too foolhardy to run, so that means you’re going to fight. You said yourself, this is going to end the same way, for you, at least, but not necessarily for them.” Khadorek looks back at it, disbelief filling his face as it rises. “I know you’re tired, anyone who’s gone through what you’ve gone through would be, but don’t give up yet. You can still save them, make a difference and a legacy that will be remembered throughout history, if you will let me help you.” It extends a hand to him. “Will you stand one last time?” Khadorek looks at it for a while, before his face hardens, his fist clenches and he reaches out at takes its hand and rises.

“On three.” Khadorek says sternly as they position themselves against the blockage.

“One.” The copy begins.

“Two.” Khadorek replies.

“THREE!” They roar in unison and push

Khadorek blinks, now suddenly back in control of his own body, and then reels from the wave of agony coming from his bloodied left shoulder. He looks around, the moderately sized contingent of demons were funneling out of a fel portal and towards an opening on a nearby cliff-face, with a few of the rear guard distracted by his fellow agents. They didn’t matter though, Khadorek had his target, the pit lord who’s soul crystal was about to overcharge the portal and overwhelm them all. That couldn’t happen, and that pit lord wouldn’t go down easy. Hearing a carefree, vaguely drunken singing to his right, Khad looks over to see James Katan recklessly pummeling a now kneeling felguard with his fists, shield and the pommel of his sword.

“Jabbles! Get them out of here!” Khad calls to him. Jabbles turns and grins.

“Hey Khadorek, you’re feeling better, nice!” He remarks in his usual jovial attitude, offhandedly decapitating the demon with his sword. “What’s going…”

“Get them out of here or we’re all going to die! NOW, GO!” Khad cuts him off with a roar. Jabbles blinks at him before meandering back to the sniper post whilst talking into his comm unit, soon after, the strike team begins to pull back, thankfully just before the portal flashed and innumerable hordes of demons began pouring out. Khadorek broke into a striding charge. Wielding his greatsword in but one hand while his left arm became engulfed in the leathery skin sprouting from the rent in his pauldron and formed the long blade it often did when he called upon it, only this time mimicking the hook-like divot near the edge that his greatsword now bore, but not before shoving past a man and two Elven women, one of which he thought he recognized. The realization of what was about to happen had come and went, and though its chill remained, Khadorek’s own fury and purpose overwhelmed it.

Khadorek hit the oncoming horde like a steam tank, carving a bloody path through them with shocking ease, especially considering the howling pain in his left shoulder. He couldn’t fight the whole army, he didn’t stand a chance, his only hope was to get to that pit lord and give them all a surprise they won’t soon forget. Long before this, Khadorek would have resisted using his powers like this, but he was long since past such qualms as holding back. Now, he fought like a man not so much possessed as unchained, a whirling engine of destruction with a single target in mind. In an odd way, it was liberating. This was his final charge, his swan song, and now, with flesh and steel united as one, he felt ready to charge into the maw of hell as he did at that very moment, it wasn’t long before he stood before the pit lord, a menacing beast whose looming figure caused his mind to go back to the time the fallen prince loomed over his weak and sickened form. That Khadorek was gone, now, he was strong, and ready to face whatever comes. Either way, it snarled and grinned wickedly at him. Khadorek brings his arm-blade down on the pit lord’s leg, cutting a deep gash in it whilst narrowly blocking the first swoop of the beast’s mighty two-bladed sword. The second swoop he dodged by rolling over its quadrupedal base and slashing at its back, eliciting a roar of pain from it, but as Khadorek attempted to regain his footing, he felt a jet of pain come from his chest as the blade came around and, with a burst of gore and blood, impaled him squarely with the back-swing, its jagged edge digging into his chest and armour, causing him to let out a pained gasp as he was pulled from his feet and brought face to face with the leering demon. It spoke to him, its voice growling and its breath hot and fetid.

“You’re brave, brave and stupid, little creature. Who are you? What are you? Certainly not human, at least none I’ve seen. You break all the same, though.” It snarled. 

“I’m more human than you, demon filth.” Khadorek retorted, causing it to laugh hoarsely. Meanwhile, one of the agents Khad had run into, a man named Dallio, realized he was missing something.

“Where in the hell…” He began, before looking over towards the impaled Khadorek, and what was hanging from his clenched fist, still partially concealed within the blade coming from his arm, even as it fell from him in bloody lumps. “Oh you sly motherfucker!” He remarked.

“My name is Khadorek Blackbyrne, and I’m the man that’s gonna send you all straight to hell you snaggle-toothed fuck!” Khad barked as be brought his arm back as far as it would go, and with a grunt of effort, an agonizingly quick movement from his arm, and a equally painful twist against the blade impaled in his stomach, he smashed an entire bandoleer of explosives across the demon’s face, pulling wires and pins from many of them, before flinging it into the fel reactor. The demon, after reeling from the blow, was caught by surprise as Khadorek used the last of his strength and excess blood-mass to bring a bladed fist across the demon’s throat, violently tearing it open. It reeled, howling in pain as dark blood poured from the gaping wound in its throat, its death throws causing Khad to go flying off the blade landing several feet away, his own black blood spurting from the rent in his chest; he’d lost so much by this point, shock rendered his whole body numb, so he barely bothered trying to cover it, not that it would have helped. After gathering himself enough to clamber to his feet, supporting himself on his blade, Khadorek looked at the hordes of demons before him and the commando team far in the back, all staring slack jawed at what just happened, while behind him, the thrashing demon began to glow a fel light as it too grew close to exploding, as such demons often do. Khadorek, meanwhile, just stood there, taking the lockets from his neck, taking one last look at the pictures inside, and reflecting on the memories he had, how happy and hopeful they had become before everything went to hell: The drinking and laughing with Sephrick, Milo, Greg and Jabbles: The work with Seph and Alore, trying to good by those the world had wronged: The countless days and nights of simple joy and passion he’d spent with the woman he loved, whose face he looked upon for the last time. Tears began to softly fall from his eyes, hidden from view by his face obscuring helm. All of that would soon be gone, along with him, and yet he wasn’t so much angry, afraid or even sad. Regretful, sure, but he found a bit of peace in what he had done. He had lived for them, made his lives at least a little better for having been in them, even if he had also done some to make it worse, they in turn gave his life meaning again, one that made him feel better about what he was about to do to maybe give them that one extra day. They had given him what he worked so hard for; purpose, and meaning in life, and that made him feel happy. He had lived for them, and now he’d die for them, he’d die for something, and that made him feel, above all else, peaceful.

He finally felt ready for what he had sought for so long before letting them in; he was ready for the end. Khadorek smiled beneath his helm, clenching his fist to protect the lockets and the precious notes within from the blast. There was no final warcry, no defiant speech against his foes, just the distant clamor of battle accenting the solemn silence of the moment. He closed his eyes and waited for the end.

The title of Sorceror-Thane brought with it an air of mysticism and fear, one that Force Commander Wilhelm Blackstone used to utmost effectiveness, especially as he lead the charge against the demon hordes ahead of a contingent of dwarven mountaineers. He was ready for the worse, but then the hordes began to thin, which was odd, considering how moments earlier he was considering using the bodies to block the tunnel if they got any more numerous, with little explanation save for two deafening bangs and a howl of pain and panic from the demonic hordes. Hacking down the remaining foes and emerging from the tunnel, he wasted no time to figure out what just happened. “What the bloody hell is goin’ on? Where are all the demons? Not like them to run from a scrap, ‘specially just when it’s gettin’ fun.” Sure enough, though, the few demons that remained were fleeing from a lone figure in scorched armour with its iconography blasted away in the felfire, leaning on his vicious looking greatsword, looming over them despite his swaying stance. These few remaining stragglers were soon torn apart by mountaineer gunfire, as the contingent advanced to see what happened. The two massive scorch marks on the ground hinted at what had happened, and the status of the figure showed he was the cause of the explosions in some form. “Damn, longshanks, balls of brass if I’ve ever saw ‘em.” Blackstone remarks, even as he saw that he would get no response from the man. “If only you knew how many lives you just saved.”

As the SI:7 team ran up to the figure, there was a gust of wind. The figure creaked and lurched forward. The straps of the armour had been incinerated in the blast, so the plates, protected by there silver filigree, simply fell apart, clattering to the ground, and causing the scorched helmet to roll up to one of the Elven agents, who stooped to pick it up, along with the two lockets clutched within the figure’s iron grip with a sigh and shake of her head, while the rest just seemed to stare in shock. The Dwarves, meanwhile, bowed their heads in respect to the fallen warrior, while Blackstone simply stated. “You did good, ya brave bastard. We won’t forget this.” In a solemn tone as rain began to fall, hissing against the heat of Khadorek’s armour. Khadorek himself, or what was left, was not but ashes on the breeze…

And once more, he felt nothing…

Referenced: @rosenvloomfamily @jabbleskatan @dallio-morelli @sephtalonson @aloressa @sephrick @gregwymor @elyza-morrowbranch @murkeyglglgl @autumnal-eclipse + anyone else I missed from that event))