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I’ve been thinking about these graphics that depict the cambrian explosion as a LITERAL big bang explosion all day. They’re so fucking funny to me

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Literally kaboom

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my three beautiful daughters igneous sedimentary and metamorphic

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playing Skyrim for the first time today and I am blessed with this,, magnificent 

I can relate to this on every level

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“I wouldn’t be testin’ the loa’s will like that.” So’su eyed Kaliah with a degree of superstitious wariness, clutching her talisman of shark teeth as they spoke. So’su shifted her weight from one foot to another, listening to their questions, and debating whether or not to answer.  But she saw the wisdom in their words after a few moments of contemplation. Getting to know them a little more, even a little bit, could only help. It occurred to So’su that she could have gotten to know them, even a little bit, during the three month stint they’d shared stranded. But she had been so solely focused on surviving, she had never bothered. “I suppose I...like the sea. It’s a part of every Troll’s life. I was a sailor, a fishmonger. Like my ma’da and fa’da, and their ma’das and fa’das ‘afore them. But then I got roped into...this.” 

This wasn’t exactly what either sailor expected. After the two survived being shipwrecked when both Horde and Alliance ship alike were sank, the two returned home, only to be assigned as delegates together. The two are going to have to put aside their differences for the better of their faction, or risk everything that they’ve worked for.

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Absolutely SOBBING, I love her so much. This is the commission of So’su that I got, drawn by the lovely @TorpAdorp on Twitter!! They did such an amazing job, I’m just,,, her <3 link to their twitter: https://twitter.com/TorpAdorp

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I do be getting So’su drawn doe!! Will definitely share it here when it’s done <3

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“The sea is a part of me, as it is apart of ya as well. Has always been in m’family, both my ma’da an’ my fa’da were fishmongers, and my grandma’da and grandfa’da afore them. So, I s’pose I be likin’ it.”

She eyed Kaliah warily as they spoke, unsure about revealing too much information about herself to the Kul Tiran. She didn’t trust easily, and a Kul Tiran in particular was someone she was uneasy about talking personal details with. But she relented a few factoids after a moment of thought, measuring each word carefully. 

“I never had a talent for that magic stuff, nah. Good with the animals, though. Tamed m’self a Direhorn, two of ‘em. They be goin’ on a separate ship. Sa’vude and So’vade, that be their names.”

A hint of pride snuck into her tone. Those Direhorns brought So’su joy where precious little else did. But she quickly became stonefaced once again, eyeing Kaliah.

“It’s bad mojo to go talkin’ ‘bout things goin’ wrong. Just shuddup an’ pray ‘bout such things.”

This wasn’t exactly what either sailor expected. After the two survived being shipwrecked when both Horde and Alliance ship alike were sank, the two returned home, only to be assigned as delegates together. The two are going to have to put aside their differences for the better of their faction, or risk everything that they’ve worked for.

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Mercifully, it didn’t take her overlong to come up from belowdecks. Her hair, previously worn in a long braid, had been restyled into a tall mohawk. The reason for the change was clear, as So’su was adorned in a less bulky rendition of her ceremonial armor, far more functional in appearance. Her eyes flicked towards Kaliah, and she gave them a grunt of acknowledgment. “Be needin’ somethin’?”

Three words, the most she’d spoken to Kaliah in days, and they were laced with a tired annoyance already. The troll adjusted one of her pauldrons, moving her shoulder so that the heavy golden armor could fit more comfortably. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and eyed their oceanic surroundings with a mix of weariness and suspicion. So’su had been tense all morning, her dreams cluttered with visions of blood and death.

“The mornin’s gotta bad taste ta it. Be on ya guard, Kul Tiran.”

She hadn’t particularly wanted to warn Kaliah, but the words came unbidden, spoken before So’su could control her tongue. But it was said, and she played into it, taking her mistake in stride. She looked back towards the human, waiting to see about what exactly had them waiting out here for her, brow quirked with curiosity. 

This wasn’t exactly what either sailor expected. After the two survived being shipwrecked when both Horde and Alliance ship alike were sank, the two returned home, only to be assigned as delegates together. The two are going to have to put aside their differences for the better of their faction, or risk everything that they’ve worked for.

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So’su (in her ceremonial armor), and her pet Direhorn, Sa’vude! Figured I’d share a pic of them, because I have So’su Brainrot(tm) right now

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Figured I’d drop a post about this! I just recently got into WoW RP, and started up a character on the Wymrest Accord realm/server! I’m not too sure how this stuff works, but I’m excited to give it a shot!

If anyone has like, advice or anything? Or ideas on where all the good roleplay takes place? I would definitely appreciate it :)

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Night turned to day, and the Tidesbreaker sailed onwards. Her pace was quick, but it could do nothing for So’su’s sense of entrapment. She paced like a caged animal at the fore of the deck, hands behind her back- eyes to the horizon, bow in hand. The delegate was dressed far more simply than she had been the day before, and moved without a litheness that hadn’t been present earlier- most likely because she wasn’t weighed down by so many pounds of gold.

Her fingers danced over the comforting familiarity of her bow, every divot and notch, ever kill-tally...it was a beautiful weapon, a longbow of Zandalari make. It glittered in the sun, its golden surface carved in the likeness of the shark loa, Gral. The string was the finest, strongest spider’s silk, a gift from a worshipper of Shadra (Bwonsamdi rest her soul). 

So’su eventually turned from the front of the ship, and sat herself down- working with quick hands to prepare a small breakfast for herself. She ate alone, as was her preference. Not that any of the Kul Tirans on board would ever deign to break their fast with a Zandalari. She didn’t mind the solitude, and took the time over her meal to relax, even if just a smidge. The ocean was a comforting place for her- the domain of her loa was vast, and she knew that Gral was with her no matter where she sailed.

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Her meal was finished quickly, and So’su was up and moving once again. She spent little time dilly-dallying, and fell into a rhythm soon enough. The deck of the Tidesbreaker left plenty of room to walk, and she would spend her time pacing from one end to the other, ever-vigilant in the case of one threat or another. But nothing came, and she was ultimately left with very little to do.

She ate her meals in solemn silence, apart from the Alliance crew, and repeated her routine time and time again. The monotony was starting to get to her.

This wasn’t exactly what either sailor expected. After the two survived being shipwrecked when both Horde and Alliance ship alike were sank, the two returned home, only to be assigned as delegates together. The two are going to have to put aside their differences for the better of their faction, or risk everything that they’ve worked for.

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So’su stood in silence as the Kul Tiran spoke, chewing the inside of her cheek- fighting to hold back one scathing remark or another. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, adjusting herself as the Tidesbreaker set off from her moored position, thrown about on the winds for a moment before her crew got everything under control.  So’su sighed as her Alliance counterpart continued to speak, eyeing them severely. It seemed they were no less talkative than they had been, and So’su was still just as content to speak only when necessary. The troll jutted her tusks out in a display of annoyance, hissing something under her breath. “I’m perfectly comfortable, Kaliah- That was ya name, yes?” She waved dismissively before they could answer, and turned their gaze out over the sea. It seemed some peaceful quiet had settled over their little bubble of conversation- but that didn’t last for long. The intrusion of the gnome caused So’su to grind her teeth further, before deigning to look down at him. She pointedly ignored the offered hand. “Have they now?” Her glare towards the Kul Tiran was positively venomous, but faded quickly as So’su turned on her heel. She made for the door that led below-decks, offering the pair one last glance before she slipped through and closed the door behind her.

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The sway of the ship was a comforting bit of movement, even if her surroundings were utterly alien. This was not a Zandalari vessel. It was not a piece of art, accented in gold. It was a squat, blunt instrument of a vessel, its architecture brutally human. The doors were far too short, and nothing inside was comfortable in the slightest. She looked now upon the bed she was expected to sleep in- a pitiful little cot that would see her legs hanging off at the knees, and her head smashed right into the paneling of the side. It was a laborious task to get it comfortable enough to even look at, but So’su got to it- even if it was just to give her hands something to do. The voyage from Zandalar to Kul Tiras was nearly three weeks, and So’su would quickly find herself going mad if she didn’t find a sufficient distraction.

Finally satisfied with the state of her accommodations, the Troll took a seat, and reread her orders thrice. Finally confident in their memorization, she burned the letter as instructed. From there, she organized her belongings- a shrine to Gral, an incense burner, her food, and her bow. It took no longer than five minutes to get everything in order- and the removal of the weighty ceremonial armor allowed So’su more breathing room.

She sat back on her cot, and closed her eyes. This was going to be a long three weeks.

This wasn’t exactly what either sailor expected. After the two survived being shipwrecked when both Horde and Alliance ship alike were sank, the two returned home, only to be assigned as delegates together. The two are going to have to put aside their differences for the better of their faction, or risk everything that they’ve worked for.

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The formalities between the two captains were swift. Their vessels sat at anchor, a ways away from shore, a gangplank bridging them together. They spoke in hushed tones, and their conversation was over within a few minutes. It was during those few extra minutes of solace that So’su took the time to go over her equipment. Ceremonial armor was in order. Her dagger was affixed nicely to her hip, and her bow was a comforting weight at her side, even when it was locked away in a leather case. She had her rations and her supplies, all in a waterproofed bag. Never again would she be left without the bare necessities if she were to be shipwrecked. She’d done that once and had had her fill of the experience. She double and triple checked everything, before steeling herself with one final deep breath of Zandalari air. All I have to do is perform my duty as ordered. This day won’t get worse.

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The day got worse.

So’su had stepped onto the Kul Tiran vessel, and taken a long look around. She took note of everything and anything, searching for weaknesses or...something. But this wasn’t a mission where she was supposed to do that. She was meant to work together with the Alliance. With the Kul Tirans. Not snoop around for their weaknesses, however enticing the idea might have been. She finished her cursory sweep, and spoke with the captain of the Kul Tiran vessel. She introduced herself as Anais Huxford- apparently, she was something of a celebrity. Even So’su could admit she was a damn fine captain, having sailed this far without running aground on the reefs or being swept aside by the massive storms that periodically rolled in across the Zandalari coast. But it was who stood past Captain Huxford that transfixed So’su’s attention. For all the wrong reasons.  And given the fact they were both dressed finely? She could tell why this particular Kul Tiran was here. A Kul Tiran she had prayed desperately to Gral in regards to, praying to never, ever lay eyes upon them again. Yet there they stood, and So’su’s stomach dropped. But she put on an official face, straightened her back, nodded to Captain Huxford, and approached. Her tone was stiff with formality, the only thing keeping her annoyance in check. “Not been t’long since I’d last been seein’ ya, Kul Tiran. Seems the loa worked in d’ere mysterious ways ta get us on the same ship, eh?” She tried her best to sound and appear conversational and polite, at least to the outside viewer. But So’su and Kaliah had spent three months suffering one another’s company, and she couldn’t doubt that the Kul Tiran delegate could read her like an open book, just as So’su could do the same in return. It was a...vexing trade-off. She was looking forward to this mission even less, now.

This wasn’t exactly what either sailor expected. After the two survived being shipwrecked when both Horde and Alliance ship alike were sank, the two returned home, only to be assigned as delegates together. The two are going to have to put aside their differences for the better of their faction, or risk everything that they’ve worked for.

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So’su had been hoping for, at the very least, a week. A week of peace and quiet after her prolonged, miserable absence from Zandalar. A time spent in the company of a Kul Tiran she would rather forget. She’d spent every single day of those three months resisting the temptation to stalk off into the jungle of the island they’d castaway upon. Her sense of self-preservation had belayed that urge. Looking upon the missive she’d be given made So’su deeply regret her decision. She was, upon the orders of Queen Talanji of the Zandalari Empire, to act as a delegate between Kul Tiras and Zandalar, a show of faith by the Queen and Lord Admiral alike, despite Talanji’s burning hatred for Lord Admiral Proudmoore, despite every misgiving the Zandalari people had. It sat wrong on So’su’s mind, the thought of being forced to act as a liaison between her nation and the people who had slaughtered her Queen’s father. But orders were orders. Even if they were stupid orders. She neatly folded the missive, took one look around the homestead she had only just returned to, and turned sharply on her heel, back out into the oppressive heat of the Zandalari sun, and towards whatever fresh hell her poor luck was cooking up now. ------ Rastakhan’s Resolve was a wicked dagger of a ship. Built for speed and little else, capable of being manned only by a small crew. But each and every one of them were masters of their craft, hand-picked by Talanji and her council for the mission ahead. So’su stood at the helm of the ship, eyes on the horizon. She and her vessel were rapidly approaching the appointed rendezvous point- just off the coast of Zandalar. It was here that the delegates would meet, and where So’su would step foot onto the Kul Tiran vessel, to sail away from home on a ship that was manned by sailors who had been her grandest enemies not even half a year before. It was a gentle humiliation, one disguised as an honor. She ground her teeth and jutted her tusks, eyes narrowing against the glare of the setting sun. Through the shimmering haze, she found her target. The Kul Tiran vessel, appearing as if from below the waves, headed for the same course as her own. Exhaling sharply one last time, she drew herself up and adjusted the gold-laden mantle she wore, running a finger over the downy feathers that adorned the heavy pauldrons, and swept her cloak to the side, feeling the rough fabric snap in the breeze behind her. So’su rested a hand on the comforting weight of her dagger, running a calloused finger over the pommel, as if the touch of the metal would somehow grant her strength. But the time for hesitation was over. With a whispered prayer to her loa, Gral, So’su waited.

This wasn’t exactly what either sailor expected. After the two survived being shipwrecked when both Horde and Alliance ship alike were sank, the two returned home, only to be assigned as delegates together. The two are going to have to put aside their differences for the better of their faction, or risk everything that they’ve worked for.