#Huskar

[maidot]

meme lore v:

[razerwin]

[terpilin]

[fridka]

dazzle and friends

[ultimate-valve-character]

Loser's Round 1: Match 43

[sheppi-isometrics]

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[verodicia]

[maxbzzch]

Huskar!

[aditublog]

my writing - dota - fictober day 12

"You're making my head hurt."

“In a good or in a bad way?”

“How can a head hurt in a good way?” The Phantom Assassin raised a hand. “Don’t answer, it will probably make my head hurt even more.”

The Sacred Warrior grinned. She was probably right about that. “I know that you like me, though.”

She glared at him but it was only for show. Huskar didn’t know why, but she did like him, no matter how annoying he was. Like now, when he had forgotten to get one of the runes.

He tended to forget about them, though Mortred always reminded him of their importance. ‘They can make the difference, can be that little more power we need to win a fight’. ‘They are free money, it won’t come any easier than that’. ‘They can save your life, in a situation where you otherwise wouldn’t survive’.

Still, the Sacred Warrior forgot to look for them. And the Phantom Assassin chided him for it. And this time, rightly so. “I’m sorry.” He was very earnest now, the grin gone. He had said he’d go because Mortred had been occupied. She should be able to trust him, to rely on him.

Though Mortred had scowled at him, now that he was apologizing her features softened until she was almost smiling. “Don’t beat yourself up over it, we are strong enough without the runes. It is easier when we use them, but we don’t need easy. Together we are an unbeatable force anyway. Maybe it is only fair to give our enemies a little advantage.”

Huskar’s grin was all teeth, a fearsome sight. Yet Mortred had never been afraid. She had no reason to, she was the Phantom Assassin.

Instead she raised her chin and flipped him off. “Don’t get cocky, troll. We’ll have to give it everything and I’d prefer you get the next rune.” Her eyes narrowed and Huskar felt a shiver racing down his spine. The Phantom Assassin might be smaller than him, less muscled than him, less fierce than him, but she was far deadlier. “Don’t make me angry.”

The Sacred Warrior thought the Assassin would never hurt him but she wouldn’t be above throwing a dagger at him. Then she’d say it was his own fault if he hadn’t evaded it. She’d probably say he would’ve been able to evade if he had collected the rune. In any case, Huskar wouldn’t try that. Instead he dared to lean down and brush his lips against her sharp cheekbones. “I won’t.”

“I get angry when my head hurts.”

“Maybe a kiss would make that headache go away?”

She shot another glare at him but when Huskar grinned, unfazed, she murmured: “You could try. It will definitely not get worse from a kiss.”

They didn’t have time to linger but for a short moment, there was only Mortred. Her lips were soft against his, her fingers the barest touch on his chest, her scent wrapping around him until he forgot the battlefield they were standing on.

When they parted, her eyes held affection.

Then she straightened and as she walked away, she called over her shoulder: “Don’t forget the runes!”

Huskar laughed. She truly was amazing.

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The terrible work and conditions for women and children working underground came to public notice after an accident at Huskar Colliery near Barnsley in 1838, when 26 children (11 girls) were drowned while working. An inquiry reporting on the conditions made the point that women stripped naked to the waist to work in the heat of the mines and wore trousers for the heavy work. This was as shocking to the elite as the danger of the job.

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[mirakurutaimu]

absolute banger of a pub. teammates were all friendly and communicative like actual real flesh and blood humans and not the usual kind of internet stream monster troglodyte you see in these kinds of games. great vibes all around. we all had really high prediction streaks (i put in my streak of 5 and marci said 'you think that's high?' and put in a 9 prediction streak) and predicted despite not having faith in the lineup. but goddamn it went swimmingly look at my antimage i walked that boy to the bus stop for 12 years of his life. i had the huskar on the other team pre-muted and apparently he was raging in allchat. in the climactic fight of the game we were approaching their highground mid and the enemy venge swaps marci in and then she pops unleash and just beats the everloving shit out of skywrath mage. like broke every bone in his body instantly killed him. funniest shit i ever saw

[maidot]

oldshipping V;

[razerwin]

[terpilin]

The Lich is now experiencing warm embrace instead of cold ones ~

[fridka]

Some doto, mainly strygwyr.

nothing is on model and everything looks wack, it do be like that

[ultimate-valve-character]

Round 1: Match 45

From the Official Dota 2 website,

He wanted to create rather than merely maintain--to weave worlds of his own devising. He began making small changes to his domain, but the thrill of creation proved addictive, and his strokes became bolder, pulling against the pattern that the Loom had woven. The guardians came, with their scissors, and Weaver's world was pared off, snipped from the cosmic tapestry, which they rewove without him in it. Skitskurr found himself alone, apart from his kind, a state that would have been torment for any other Weaver. But Skitskurr rejoiced, for now he was free.

From the Official Dota 2 website,

Emerging from the throes of the sacred Nothl Realm, Huskar opened his eyes to see the prodigal shadow priest Dazzle working a deep incantation over him. Against the ancient rites of the Dezun Order, Huskar's spirit had been saved from eternity, but like all who encounter the Nothl he found himself irrevocably changed. No longer at the mercy of a mortal body, his very lifeblood became a source of incredible power; every drop spilled was returned tenfold with a fierce, burning energy. However this newfound gift infuriated Huskar, for in his rescue from the Nothl, Dazzle had denied him a place among the gods. He had been denied his own holy sacrifice.