My Blood Elf DK:
My name was Lorien Alluvenna. I lived on the Sunstrider Isle and had just reached my maturity before the Scourge came. Despite the pleas of my mother, who wished for my beauty as great as it was, to be used in gaining a husband and those of my father, who sought to raise my career as a singer for my voice was like birdsong; I wished for the path of the warrior. I, whose two elder brothers, were paladin and ranger, desired nothing more than following in their noble footsteps. I secretly enrolled, and it was then that I took up arms against the Scourge invasion. I stood ground as one of the last few on the isle, then nothing.
When I awoke to the voice of the Lich King, I was already dead. Time had come and gone, and the lives of those I had known were mere whispers on the wind. Breaking free of his control, my senses came back to me. In the mirror I saw myself for the first time in years, and felt so little. My face, once a crowning glory of high elven beauty, was scarred, stitched and sewn back together, curling my lip and cutting my eye, a thick grin of a knife under my chin, where the deathblow must have come. This death too had robbed me of the wonder that had been song, my voice echoing, cold and dead, hollow perhaps. I wasn’t Lorien any longer, she had died bravely despite the wishes of her family. Instead, I was Bhryn, I decided. Bhryn. It sounded like the grave. It was good enough.
bhryn: My Blood Elf DK:My name was Lorien Alluvenna. I lived on the Sunstrider Isle and had just reached my maturity before the Scourge came. Despite the pleas of my mother, who wished for my beauty as great as it was, to be used in gaining a husband and those of my father, who
hellascream: i’m a rebel
Scourge Thralldom
Independent thoughts still scud across like thin clouds, but emotions are pale echoes and free will is as foreign a concept as spring in Icecrown.
Fight, train, smith, forge, build, kill. The machine of war needs constant oiling. Errant thoughts spring away and die like sparks from the hammer on the anvil; a glowing hot sword buck quenched instantly, hissing, in the ice-rimed slack.
The haze of enslavement brings an illusion of euphoria to the mind. It is bolstered by the relief of satiation in the form of fulfilling their very purpose: ending all life. It is an elegant, remorseless design.
shithowdy: Called some terrible Frost DK out and told him to turn off his blood presence. He bitched me out a bit, the dungeon ended, I went about my merry way, and then… then this happened. I present to you a Thing That Actually Happened. (you heard it here kids blood is the
Called some terrible Frost DK out and told him to turn off his blood presence. He bitched me out a bit, the dungeon ended, I went about my merry way, and then… then this happened.
I present to you a Thing That Actually Happened.
(you heard it here kids blood is the new dps presence)
Blood is the new DPS spec though:
oboon: TEVRUGI
TEVRUGI
varae-ver-you-are: BECAUSE THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE RP Tev would seriously walk in, ask him a question while he’s taking it up the ass, and then walk out again
BECAUSE THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE RP
Tev would seriously walk in, ask him a question while he’s taking it up the ass, and then walk out again
oboon: commission for dane of feiyn!!!! uwu
el-aatmik: Feiyn Bloodfang and Tevruden Dawnspear lineart + flats commission for Dante hooooly crap it’s finally done :D
Feiyn Bloodfang and Tevruden Dawnspear
lineart + flats commission for Dante
hooooly crap it’s finally done
😀
