sweats. sparkles distractingly ???????????
brocursion: #stares hard at bariyan sweats. sparkles distractingly ???????????
beatonna: learning and media
meadowlarking: I thought about elves and the amount of fel corruption visible in the eyes, so I made a dumb chart. idk if anyone cares buuuuut 1. generic High elf (loser) 2. I imagine that fel is VERY potent stuff so even a tiny amount would leave trace amounts, however it
I thought about elves and the amount of fel corruption visible in the eyes, so I made a dumb chart. idk if anyone cares buuuuut
1. generic High elf (loser)
2. I imagine that fel is VERY potent stuff so even a tiny amount would leave trace amounts, however it would wear off eventually. (I could see players even having a little bit when they run around outland or fighting demons, or making out with a warlock. it would go away in a day)
3. Now this is tricky as the elf would have to be around fel consistently enough to scar, but still so small to barely do anything. Possibly what a child would have (inherited from a parent) or someone that hung around the outskirts of Silvermoon?
4. Someone who never used fel but was surrounded by it. Prolly farstriders or poorer civilians.
5. Average belf who chased an average amount of the green dragon. They would start to show some amounts of sickly baggy eyes, or a tint to the skin.
6. Active fel casters, scars would begin to show and they might even have a darker glow on the whole body.
jakejinglish: I SAID HE DOESN’T LOOK A THING LIKE JESUS
I SAID HE DOESN’T LOOK A THING LIKE JESUS
So apparently runemaces are a thing. (Yes, that’s actually is a mace)
So apparently runemaces are a thing.
(Yes, that’s actually is a mace)
thelaughinghound: Jax had always enjoyed closing up shop at the end of the day, listening to Jack recount her half of the stories of the day’s work, the jobs and the odd people they meet day in and day out over some cold brews. Its just a little less warm and fuzzy of a thing
Jax had always enjoyed closing up shop at the end of the day, listening to Jack recount her half of the stories of the day’s work, the jobs and the odd people they meet day in and day out over some cold brews.
Its just a little less warm and fuzzy of a thing when its noted that this is present day and Jackylinn has been missing, presumed dead, the six or seven years since Jax has returned to the shop and he’s closed alone every night since.





















