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Its been a hot minute since i posted

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whenever I find out a new mutual is a lot younger than me I just sort of

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you butternut fuck, you honey roasted shit

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me walking into the grocery store to buy everything bagels

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Dive Bars in Zandalar

**I haven’t seen a post about this, oddly enough, so I decided to do one of my own! I will do a post about dive bars in Kul’Tiras at a future date.**

The Dive Bar - Kingsmouth River, Zuldazar

The Sand Bar - North of Zeb’ahari, Zuldazar

Gral’s Grotto - Atal’Gral, Zuldazar

Torga’s Tavern -  Northeast of Torga’s Rest, Nazmir (Probably my favorite - nice views and a really great atmosphere.)

Heyman’s Hideaway - North of the Temple of Sethraliss, Vol’dun (There you can find Heyman’s Hearthstone, which will transport you to a shipwreck off the southeastern coast of the Isle of Thunder, Pandaria)

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Ardal dont have many friends only family :(

Reblog if you are willing to write in-depth, significant, and valued FRIENDSHIPS.

There is so much focus on romantic/sexual relationships lately. Friendships are incredibly important for characters too, and deserve as much love and attention as romantic/sexual relationships.

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I havent posted anything of substance in uears

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Matthew 6:24 "No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and wealth."

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A Battle Won, A Life Lost.

Papa? Papa!

The voice rang in his ears like nails on a chalkboard. 

The Paladin’s head smashed into the tile of the shower. Frustration and anger had its hold on him like wolf clung to prey. Scalding water turned pale flesh red with each pinprick of the droplet. Knuckles shone white with the clench of a fist.

Papa!

Hours since Brennadam and Lumeal was unable to cleanse his mind of the raucous sound of the human child crying out for its father. The headless corpse.

A circumstance that was given to him by none other than Champion Blackstrider.

It was not without a fight.

Blow after blow sustained to the Paladin before he finally ended the Knight’s life with a swift and precise swing of his new glorious weapon.

The Knight deserved it.

So, why was the Champion sitting in his shower damning no one but himself?

After all, he’d assumed to have been the cause of many orphans over the years.

Though, it’d been five centuries since he’d murdered a man in cold blood in front of his family. The memory haunted him every day.

“Ann’da!” A small boy broke against the vice grip of his mother. Small little hands smashed at plate greaves.

The blows did nothing but annoy the renegade man. A man without light. A man without a family. A man without hope. The only things he carried with him now was a sword and a score to settle.

Rathfen had stolen what was most sacred to Lumeal, and it was time Lumeal stole that which was sacred to his brother: his own life. He’d stop at nothing to claim it.

Lumeal’s cold gaze was peeled from the elf he had pinned against a wall towards the source of annoyance. His plated hand reeled back, connecting with the cheek of the boy with a thunderous clap that sent the boy stumbling back into the arms of his wailing mother.

“I suggest you keep him still lest you want to see him witness the same fate!” He barked.

The comment only created another wail from the woman.

A roll of the eye, Blackstrider turned back to his interrogatee. “You were just about to tell me the location of Rathfen.”

The man stared Lumeal down. He remained silent.

Moments passed. The two refused to speak. The only sound the cries of the wife and child behind them.

The blade stashed within the disgraced Priest’s belt found a new home in the patriarch’s heart.

Lumeal let the body fall to the floor. He turned his head,  looking at the child who broke free once more to lay across the dying man. Lumeal pulled a white kerchief from his breastplate. He wiped his gauntlets clean and tossed the cloth onto the body.

Carefully he stepped over the corpse and the boy, only to disappear through the front door.  

Once the light had graced his body again, Lumeal had vowed never to kill a foe in front of their family. He knew the toll it took.

Yet he did it.

Though this time, he did not know the circumstance. This time, it was an accident.

It was just another memory added to the disheartening vault.

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Brave New World

Ruukh. That’s what I’m called, that’s been my name most my life– it means ‘nothing’ in a literal sense of the word. Ruukh started off as a childhood nickname, I was born small and stayed that way– I resented it.

I wanted to be a warlord, a vicious soldier, to impress the local warlords themselves and maybe Warchief Blackhand if I got lucky– but no. I was small, short– my brother could crush me with one hand if he wanted to. Verthag was his name, he was all that an orc should be; honorable, strong, vicious. I wanted to kill him.

I wanted to kill him for being what I wanted to be, he had the life he stole from me. My want was hopeless until I met an orc named ‘Mud’…a hermit on the edge of our village. He owed my mother a favor so he promised to show me how to fight, to use my size as an advantage and speed rather than strength that Blackrock engraved into the mind of every orc born of their clan.

Years went by, days to weeks, weeks to months. Months to years– I rarely showed my face, didn’t need to. When he taught me how to fight, to survive… Mud then taught me how to kill. Where to stab, how to stab. Poisons, how to make them, apply coats of them to weapons, food and drink. I was fourteen years of age and knew how to kill an orc in three seconds, two movements.

I watched my brother fight for days. Mud also taught me how to dismantle an enemy, remove their strengths one by one until they’re too weak to resist a killing blow. Verthag always overcommitted to overhead swings for the skull, the hammer he wielded was heavy…three seconds of recovery time before the next swing if he wasn’t in a position to continue momentum.

Ready to kill him, I challenged him to a spar…he wanted to beat me like every other orc child in the village. I was fourteen, he was fifteen and much large. Yet when he swung his hammer, I tore out his windpipe and watched him drown in his own blood. Of course I was arrested and set for execution–but the Blackrock are cruel, vicious…and there are fates much worse than death.

A story for another time. Now I’m on Azeroth– I thought this mark on my cheek would follow me the rest of my days, make me an enemy to orcs everywhere…this new Horde is odd in its acceptance. I kill for a Warlord not of my world.

I kill for a champion who understands my world– me– better than most outsiders will ever know, I’ve gotten too close to her– but I like it. Best part here is that I’ve only been here four weeks.

I like this world. I’m here to stay. Say, you’re not afraid of the dark are you?

(Vague Mentions: @scarletlioness @saronite-dawnsteel)

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Stormsong’s War

Warfang’s Stand & The Tidebreak Siege; Next Steps

Ysrathil mulled over the charts on the desk before her. Much needed to be done before the Alliance brought the Seventh Legion to the shores of Stormsong. She knew where they would land, she knew who led them. Their prisoner from the Storm’s Wake sung them exactly what they needed to hear in preparation.

“The strike on Sagehold was successful, Champion, and the Horde’s position is ready for the landing of the Third Maniple. We cut off Brennadam from Fort Daelin’s aid, and we control the shores we need to mount our offensive on the Alliance as they land.”

Nar’tok nodded to his words and eased in to his spot across the command table from Ysrathil, the old orc brushing his stubble and humming in further thought as the Champion herself stared at the positions.

“What are you thinking, Champion?” The old orc grumbled.

“Sagehold was simple, Nar’tok. The Drowned and the Storm’s Wake were not prepared amidst their battle for the might of the Horde, and our advantage was clear. We lost few, and control of the village means we’re prepared for the Seventh Legion. I will not be complacent though. Not with Fort Daelin standing as strong a threat as it is.

We cannot siege the fort either, for its walls are high, and the Seventh Legion and Alliance would surround us. We need a way to keep the Kul Tirans at bay while we break the Alliance landing and make our final push on Brennadam.”

The defense of Warfang Hold against Dark Iron and Alliance forces was pushed back by a coalition of the Honourbound and the Bloodsteel Cohort. Capitalizing on their momentum, the Horde laid siege to Sagehold as cultists and survivors battled within. Taking advantage of the chaos, the Horde swept in, and secured a position against the coming of the Seventh Legion.

A prisoner, Lieutenant General Ottis of the Alliance, spoke after his bloody interrogation, and pends his trial as a criminal after it was discovered Ottis took part in the burning of Taurajo. Now, with momentum on their side, the Horde needs to ready for the coming of the Third Maniple of the Seventh Legion.

Whether or not they are prepared for Fort Daelin’s Reprisal is to be seen.

Current Bloodsteel Campaign Map of Stormsong

Realms of Control Red - Horde Blue - Alliance

Interested in getting involved?

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Would you see yourself enlist in the Cohort for greater glory? Send the officer-core a message!

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-Humans and orcs and undead and gnomes and goblins and worgen and pandaren and spell caster and death knights and shadow man era and neceomancers and demons and arakkoa and grumpy and dragons and odd groups of all kinds

Basically what I’m saying is, if you got an OC and you’re not a dick, I accept you.

For the rest of you, stop Being assholes just because people don’t “role play the way you want them to”. Seriously, let them do them and you do you, and maybe we would have less problems.

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ive been inactive asf hi hi hi

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