Lord Nixalegos Felscythe, Nethermancer. Located on Moon Guard, as well as inspirational posts.
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[ MARS ] when your muse gets angry, how does it show ? do they know how to control it, or do they let it consume them ?
Nixalegos, is not a nice man. He's rude, boorish, something of a bully in conversation. His tact and politeness dependent on what he can, or thinks he can, get out of you. But his anger is held back. He espouses self-control, he abides by societal norms, he never yells at people. Demeaning in how he speaks to them, insults them even, sure. But this isn't anger. That's just wounded pride, or contempt for stupidity. He has to hold that nuclear furnace of a heart back with sheer walls of will. Has to. Has to. HAS TO. You can still find pieces of glazed black glass in the desert of Tanaris. Scattered over miles of sun baked sand. If you had the time and desire. You could even dig out the impact crater from his last bout with real rage. If you didn't mind excavating twenty feet deep. Thank you @tu-tusk!
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🐰barely intimidating. - Gin, giving him a deadpan stare.

"You think you're tough because you're scrappy. Cause you've survived a little more then most. Let me tell you something underdog. People forget those stories meant to inspire you are all longshots, that's why they're memorable. The dead ones don't get tales." "Ninety-nine times out of one hundred the dog gets put down. And all you'd be left is a pile of soot and sodden spoiled ink I couldn't be bothered to boil away. So maybe you do the smart thing and reconsider Miss Ash. Or ash is all you, and your little hounds is gonna end up." To which she could catch the hint of a grin at her pluckiness. It wasn't all insult to him it seemed. @drunkenworgen
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🐯
🐯 for very intimidating
"You're wiser then most. Be aware I'll keep an eye out for you, you who seem to know the heart of me Shadows."
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🐰 for barely intimidating
"Indulgent to the point of hedonism, the Shal'dorei named Uinen Ulmondur not finding me intimidating comes as little surprise. Her fearing anything after their horrific abuse in Revendreth and now direct liaisons to Void to the point of mutation is whats surprising." "Their natural wit and intelligence is skewed for a predators relationship to fear. They know better and yet don't care so long as they get what they want out of it. A chaotic and dangerous disposition to be sure. Had it not been the Void that embraced them, they'd of been perfectly at home among the Nether with demonkind." "And yet, barely, they understand I'm a man of means and will." "Perhaps in time, as they grow to fear the loss of my company, that trepidation will grow in kind." @uinens
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How Intimidating Am I?
Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
Send 🐰 for barely intimidating
Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating
Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating
Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating
Send 🐯 for very intimidating
Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”
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"Sexism demeans us Hel. What, would you listen if I took a polymorphic tincture and grew some tits? Grow up. I'm saying I'm in charge because the Twilight Hammer rejects are our target, and you've expressed some serious discomfort with my magics." He edified across the splayed maps on the shoddy table that was the only furniture in the even shoddier tent. "And what I do isn't half as nasty as what they do to themselves so I'd rather take the lead and shield you from the more, unnatural elements we're bound to face." He grumbled, turning his cowled head down to peer over the maps again. "It's not about trusting you, it's about shielding you." He quietly added. "So, if you're going to leave, leave. I'll have to reconsider our-my options if I'm without your firepower on this one." He said, staring at the little figures that were supposed to represent battle lines and suspected guard postings. @helreginn
@nixalegos asked:
‘ it’s my mission, i’m in charge. ’
"Mmm," she purred before clicking her tongue against the backs of her teeth, "I'm not in the habit of letting men tell me what to do anymore, but for you.." She half curled her last three fingers as she pointed at him with her index finger. Her eyes narrowed to slits. Black shadows as she glowered at him, taking a pause for dramatics before continuing with a throaty growl, "I won't make any exception. If there is no trust here," She gestured between herself and him, "I will gladly leave." Turning her temple downward slightly, she fixed him with a withering expression, "But I won't put myself beneath you for something I can pluck from your cold. stiff. fingers. after the fact."
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❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞
The hooded man sighed melodramatically at her turning down to assist him. "Alright fine, but this is going to take longer then." He complained as he went to work, using the heel of his boot to drag and carve a shallow furlough in the soil. A rough circle. "I don't know why you're always so persnickety at my magics and means. You never turn away my beseeching to come to your realm but then I get here and all you want to do is get me gone." He grumbled as he finished the first circle. A fel green eye flaring to life within the rudimentary sigil circle. "We have a very weird working relationship Hazriel, are we not compatriots in our respective fields? Have we not aided each other a handful of times over without issue or cause for betrayal. Well, save that one time over the book, which I forgave by the way." He added sarcastically as the second ring outside the first was finished, and a second eye flared to life, hovering and staring, unblinking. He worked in silence in the third circles formation, a third eye springing to life as he stepped within the layered dirt rings, and all three eyes zipped off and into the air, one north, one east, one west. "So what does this caravan you're trying to trail down even look like anyway?" @hazriel
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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.
❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞
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[ MERCURY ] is your muse good at communication ? can they hold a proper conversation, or are they always finding an excuse to avoid small talk ?
Nixalegos is actually quite the conversationalist, having such a large breathe of information known to him grants a seemingly unending well of topics to draw upon, compare notes with, and inquire into even the most esoteric fields. And what he doesn't know he is more then capable of listening about, guiding the conversation to allow the other the floor and better fill in the gaps for himself. While small talk may not be his strongest suit, he is no slouch even in this arena, using the opportunity to gleen information from the other he is speaking to. If there is one weakness to his oratorical skill, it's that he happens to think he knows everything, and can be something of an overbearing boar, quickly turning a conversation with him into a lecture by him if not course corrected early on. All that being said, Nixalegos was meant for a speaking role on the stage of life, and it's one of Azeroth's great pities that so few seem to enjoy speaking to him. Thank you @losseignol and @captzexx for the ask!
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Nix for @nixalegos !
The first of the sacrifices for tablet practice. Opening up actual commissions soon, link to my Kofi on the blog!
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Pieces. Gameboard. Everyone thought themselves a king, forgetting that piece too get swept into the box at games end. Better to navigate to the other side of the board and cut the hand that held the pieces. Still, the sacrificed tidbit of information worked, getting them to offer up a piece of their own Now he knew they weren't alone. Going so far as to bring others into the debacle. Pity he couldn't trust them enough to get their help with the static. Enemies always told you what you need to know, even if they did it while crowing. How it always went. Evil was not a happy family. The void was not a unified front. Even one extra madman going after another was one less madman hurting the innocent, the stalwart. "I actually hate flattery, would you mind ceasing with it?" He asked plainly. "I believe you and I both have dealt too often with those who demand such servile words to see them as anything but insulting." Casual. Respectful. Shared suffering in the hierarchy of cosmic interpersonal conflict. Professionals in their respective arenas. "And besides, in what sense of the word are we using moot? Legal? Debate?" He said with an air of nonchalance. "To what authority do you and yours appeal I would agree to be judged by?" He added with a grin. @anunendinggaze
The hooded man stood at the walls, well out of sight of Meledar's guards, or at least, well out of hearing range. "Well, you've been busy." He said without accusation. "I admire the zeal." To which he gestured for them to come closer, to chat, converse. "Have you had any unforeseen difficulties?" He asked, his tone suggesting he cared. Or that perhaps that wandering eye of his was NOT the omnipotent scrying tool he seemed so eager to suggest it was.

The farmer looked up at the hooded man, his bearded face placid and calm as he drank in the sight of the person. He was a stocky older man, his balding head perpetually red from a sun left long ago but not forgotten by the skin. A course beard full of grey and white sat thick about his sagging jowl's from a life filled with as much bounty as time. Despite being hearty and hale, time was working it's magic as it would to any one through the years. The windows to the soul though spoke of cryptic tragic truth.
Violet tinged eyes looked up placidly and calm, an empty peace blanketing over his bearded face as he held loosely to a hoe to steady himself.
A soft bow would be provided, the movements foreign and ungainly for a frame so large but ordered by a unfettered grip. "My lord you honor me with your presence."
The voice was thick and heavy, unseemly for the context of their provision but all to familiar. This man was not this man, and those who knew would know who truly guided the plowman's shovel.
"Idle hands are said to be a dark thing's plaything," as the farmer would continue to prostrate before the nethermancer. "You had come to me long before regarding the happenings of this place. I apologize for my delayed arrival and investigation, the road into those the Hallows was a far more divisive path than I had anticipated."
"You had spoken of 'getting a house in order', and I took this to heart," the farmer continued in a dialect not his own. His red spot bright even in the false sunlight of Beledar, as he kept his gaze to the freshly tilled earth at his feet. "I do not complain or make excuse only to say the work is not without trial. The call of the depths of Khaz Algar are not my own to rally too."
"You ask of difficulties and I admit there are many, but I assure you none of which are impossible," the thick fingers of the farmer gripped tight to his tool as he spoke softly. "There are things beneath the surface and farther below that I was not quite aware of but now know are in the better interest of us all to wary of."
"The blood is here and it is calling. It calls with a song that is irresistible and pens a tale that can only inked by it's own."
"Peace is the answer but a path slick with black blood will be far more treacherous than should be traveled."
@nixalegos
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