#Shirvallah

[sad4ppleart]

mid afternoon messes at Shirvallah's rise

[findmeinshattrath]

Love the concept of the Claws of Shirvallah talent (shame they removed it) and the Might of Grizzlemaw customization.

[skymagpieart]

I was doodling my undead Zandalari Prelate, Palanzual, because Zandalari trolls are the hottest and also the best to draw. He is a mummified prelate that served Dazar and was recently resurrected during Zul's attack on the King's tomb. He made a pact with the Loa, Shirvallah, to remain "alive" for a while more and explore a world 16.000 years in the future, but he isn't restored, he is still undead and he reverts to his mummified undead look once he is away from Shirvallah's power for whatever reason.

[dravatti]

Trolltober2022/11: Riding Dah’ti didn’t quite think ahead when she raised an abandoned tiger cub by spoiling it crazy. Now Jerky is Large, Round, Afraid of Everything and Demands to be Fed. A Queen, but not one Shirvallah had in mind.

[patchoulism]

WoD was not a good WoW expac, but it had Gladiator Stance and Claws of Shirvallah. I had a ton of fun with those talents.

[vipercrownart]

Rest well and dream

[kissfortheelves]

My darkspear and Shirvallah follower, Lun’tze.

[little-viking-draw]

Some Requested I did outfits for male zandalari and here they are 🌺

C and B have already been bought and I am very happy 😭❤️

Edit: All outfits have been bought thank you so much 🌺❤️

[fuddy]

Shirvallah♡

[pelikoi]

If Rag’wi would have been stronger, maybe he would have chosen Shirvallah as his loa and... this would be his design I guess. (I’m pretty sure I messed up my english here...)

[troll-bridge]

(His Loa was feeling neglected.)

[tinkermage]

Losing her stripes

Roleplay writing post below the cut!

Sej'Junta sat down at Shrivallah’s altar, atop the ziggurat in Zul’Gurub. She pushed her goggles on top of her head and set down a bundle of items to sacrifice in a copper bowl before taking her dagger from its scabbard. The blade was pressed to her palm before it was raked across, letting the blood drip onto the bundle. Squeezing the hand and tightening her grip allowed for the blood to flow generously over the bundle. With a wave of her hand the bundle would be set ablaze, burning up the offerings.

She sat and stared at the bundle for a moment before finally speaking. “I’ve not felt comfortable here for a while now, as I’m sure ya know.” Silence. “In fact bein’ here even now fills me with anxiety an’ a feelin’ of failure. I guess those feelin’s have always been there, but they was covered up fo’ a long while. I suppose it was ya who gave me the courage to press on despite that.”

Sej’Junta let out a sigh as she stared into the fire. “My parents served ya faithfully, an’ ya blessed them, an’ I know ya keep them safe now. I followed ya too, once they passed, because… I guess I thought I should. I thought it’d honor them.” She sniffled and blinked away the start of tears. “They were good people that died doin’ what they could fo’ our tribe. Now that I’ve had these years to grow an’ learn more about my people, our traditions an’ culture outside of the Horde I feel… Like I’ve changed.”  

She looked down at her hand. It was still bleeding. Normally it would have started to slow. It was the first sign of her blessings leaving.“My parents would want me to follow my own path.” She wiped a finger down the magical brands on her face, stripes, beginning to disenchant them and wipe them away. “More importantly I feel I must follow my own path.” She sighed as she sat there, all her stripes removed from her face, her identity. All that remained was the diamond on her forehead. “The comfort I once felt here I now feel in Bethekk’s temple. I bring ya this final offerin’ as thanks for carin’ fo’ my parents an’ I.”

Sej’Junta smiled softly as the fire began to die down on the offering. “Thank ya, Shirvallah, but I am no longer yours. I begin anew with Bethekk.” She’d sit there in silence, watching the dying flame for a few moment. No words. No signs. No indication at all that the TIger Loa had heard her at all. “Goodbye,” she’d say with a sigh. It was time to move on, so she moved to stand and leave the temple.

Except she couldn’t. As she tried to stand there was a sudden wave of weakness that washed over her body. She slumped down, staring into the now-dead fire that was replaced by a pile of ash. She felt weak. So weak. She could barely move. She could barely breathe. She took in shallow breaths as she’d slowly slump and fall over backwards onto the altar floor. Panic set in as the shallow breathing continued, making her starve for air even more. After a moment of her head swimming she’d finally suck in a proper breath. A brief respite as the weakness stayed, and breathes again became shallow.

A curse of weakness was a proper farewell from her former Loa.

[findmeinshattrath]

Every unavailable Paladin combo depicted in Hearthstone

A New Challenger... - "… Arrives? Approaches? TELL US ALREADY!"

Commander Rhyssa - "Two people can keep a secret as long as neither of them are Commander Rhyssa."

Lightfang Enforcer

Kotori Lightblade - "You need healing"

Knight of the Dead - "A Paladin will follow their oath to slay the undead, even when they count themselves among them."

Silver Hand Murloc

[dravatti]

Trolltober2022/16 - Warpaint Dah’ti is so used to adorning her daughter in Dambala themed "art”  (not that she ever did a good job) that she realizes her mistake only when she is about to finish up the Shirvallah follower’s warpaint.

[xtrongblack]

[amani-outrider]

Phone doodles spawned from @tigertrolldad 's comment: