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I can do male and female of varying races, furries and Anthro included. I can do tech and magical effects. There may be additional pre-arranged charges if the piece has too many details. Also, if the piece is too complicated for the amount of time I have to work with I may ask you to wait until regular commissions open again.

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It does with all the hooligans she has to put up with in her city and out.

Reminds me of  @i-am-retired

The old woman let Marcus do his job within opening the door. She’d watch him, hearing the squelches and rips to his wounds. Blood draining from his side to the floor that she stepped around as he searched.  Once he fell down, unconsciousness or dead, she thought to herself; that was that. Arms crossed against her chest as she stepped over Marcus’ body. They didn’t leave much for them. It seemed as if the two brothers left in a hurry. The story static of the radio played while the outside mimicked. A storm brewing.  “I did my part, darlings...” Diaage spoke as she’d pick up the radio, twisting her olivine-streaked irises over the mechanisms. She’d walk over to a couple areas about the messy abode, snatching small pulsing stones, only to stick them into the radio’s slots. That stormy static went silent. “Now it’s time to do yours...” A cruel smile tugged to her lips as the radio’s frequency hummed. Dials turned. “This is D.D.N... location....” As she spoke she’d look down to Marcus’ half-dead body. “...And send a medic too.”

Rations Running Low

      Time had passed slowly for Diaage and Marcus. Mercutio hadn’t been seen in weeks and by that time, she had freed the poor soul from his shackles. Yet the pair were stuck upon the abandoned Isle.  There wasn’t much they could do, no, save take to what resources were left. Food, clothing, field packs… not to mention the second floor which was probably boobytrapped for all they knew.  “Took you bloody long enough.” Marcus scowled as Diaage freed him from his shackles.  “Just be grateful I did this. I prefer my men tied up.” She gave a soft sneer with that cruel smile of hers. “Don’t think the old boy is coming back so, perhaps we can get the hell off this Isle. I’m running out of clothes.” @intoxication-wra

The Plot Thickens (Update/Plot Hook)

         <[(DeadEye Wanted Update/Plot Hook)]>

If they’d wanted the world to fear them, this was a good stepping stone along the way. Under the guise of Vipers’ Cove, the organization known as Intoxication was outed by an ex-SIA agent at the Fair of Guilds outside of Silvermoon barely two weeks passed now. The crew of the Jolly Royal answered the call in tandem with Farstrider efforts to pursue the fugitives. It is believed that the group in mention was led by none other than Zhellik Malache, the youngest son of Mercutio Malache and younger brother of  Xin'thalore Van'analesh who are known to be the leaders of this notorious terrorist group.  

Though their efforts were valiant, only one man lived to tell the tale of those who fell that day. When he could be reached for a statement, he reported that despite their few numbers they were willing to drop an entire, flaming ship upon themselves in order to defeat their enemies. He was quoted to have said:

“I thought that they were exaggerations, the stories that they told us. But they’re not. Those people…Those people are not people. Those people are monsters. They have to be stopped. Light help them, they may have some of our people still within that horrid place. If they’re lucky, they’re dead…But even that may not save them.”

It’s hard to imagine what kind of people would turn on their own in a time such as this. What kind of people would attack contractors of our own governments while all of our efforts are pointed directly at the legion? What kind of creatures would firebomb innocents, killing dozens in the streets while we fight for the survival of Azeroth? Surely these men are not men at all, no. These men are monsters who have slaughtered and stolen away with our own while our backs were turned to face a greater evil. How long will we let them rain terror upon our streets in favor of a perceived greater threat?

    ((OOC Plot Hook and Information can be found below so keep reading!))

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“They think they’re getting out of this alive?”

Rations Running Low

      Time had passed slowly for Diaage and Marcus. Mercutio hadn’t been seen in weeks and by that time, she had freed the poor soul from his shackles. Yet the pair were stuck upon the abandoned Isle.  There wasn’t much they could do, no, save take to what resources were left. Food, clothing, field packs... not to mention the second floor which was probably boobytrapped for all they knew.  “Took you bloody long enough.” Marcus scowled as Diaage freed him from his shackles.  “Just be grateful I did this. I prefer my men tied up.” She gave a soft sneer with that cruel smile of hers. “Don’t think the old boy is coming back so, perhaps we can get the hell off this Isle. I’m running out of clothes.” @intoxication-wra

     The old woman sat with Marcus after she was ushered down to the second floor. There wasn’t much left to do. Yet he was right, in his accord, she was the product of several deaths-- even a side-eyes glance could result in a blood bath.      Yet her hands remained clean. As she struck up a cigarette she’d place one in the poor man’s mouth. The other she kept for herself. “You know maybe if you had a pair of tits, you wouldn’t be chained up.” The first thing she spoke in ages.     “He’s been unstable for awhile, that man. Looks like someone’s got him on some sort of drug or under someone’s control. A forced dissociation disorder?” Diaage shrugged, exhaling a sharp breath of smoke.     Not like she’d do anything about it. She wasn’t a psychologist and by hell did she not know a dime or dozen about magic. Sure, she could’ve taken the two brothers by force, try to stop them and their terrible misdeeds, but.. why bother? “Keep your enemies close, isn’t that what they called it? Maybe that’s why I kept Uncle close for all those years.”    “But don’t worry we’re -perfectly- safe here. Unless whatever in the titan’s green earth bombs us.....” A pause, “Could try working to unlock you again.” Another pause.     “Think we both know by now that it’s not going to be us that solves these problems. Whatever is going on with alter-ego over there... Well,  we’ll get to that bridge when we burn it.”

In the Distance

The sound of the combat was close enough for them to hear from wherever the fuck they have been hidden away at. Twitch didn’t like the sound of it one bit, but it couldn’t be helped. Not from where they were. Not that he would have.

He’d ushered his guest down into the cellar floor in a not so gentlemanly manner, It was clear his mood was shot and that was probably the reason for his near-violent negligence because he was almost never rough with Diaage. He wasn’t exactly mad at her and it wasn’t exactly her fault, but once he checked the radar he knew exactly what kind of problem this was going to be. It was them, of that there was no mistake. His people had come too close, possibly even closer than they could even imagine. With any luck, they weren’t even aware. One could always hope but, Twitch had never been the sort to hinge everything upon something as naive as that.

That would be why he immediately began making preparations.

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The Shadow’s Tale

The Dark Woods..

It wasn’t often he returned here, usually just to ensure Diaage had been training as he instructed, but tonight was for a different reason entirely. Tonight he needed answers, and he knew just who to ask for them.. The scent in the air told him hints of the story that awaited him, charred wood, ash, blackened dirt.. magic. Traces of the spells cast here set his mouth watering, his jaw flexing, and his stomach.. his stomach felt like a knife twisted inside him. When he reached the perimeter of the training area his shades appeared to greet him..

“You saw everything that transpired here, children.. Spin your tale.” The bloodmage sat at the edge of the charred earth, steepled fingers to his lips.

And what a tale it was to tell..

One shade took the center, Diaage, he thought to himself.. Even as he watched everything unfold he couldn’t help but critique her form, her guards, her parries.. As the story continued he saw two other shades patrolling the edges, one held the scent of magic, forcing the undead elf to shake his head and refocus. 

A suspicion gnawed at the back of his mind, and at first he couldn’t put his finger on it until he saw the faint flicker of something out of the corner of his eye. Someone was watching the grounds as she trained..

But who, I wonder.. He put the matter out of his mind as he looked back, the shades were gathered now, something spooked them. Whatever it was caused them to look out at the trees. Where the flicker remained..

He stood and began to pace around the perimeter until he found the disturbance, the place where the shadows seemed to collect. Kneeling down and looking from where the flicker was he found his eyes settling on the trees in the distance. You should have had spotters with you, Diaage.. He cursed to himself as the thought came to mind, gun.. No sooner did the thought form that the shades in the center moved. Their reactions told him they were being attacked from a distance and from multiple angles. Each attack staggered as the attacker likely kept on the move to avoid them narrowing down his location. Jin sighed heavily as he saw the shade he took for Diaage be carried away by another, Like a damned travel pack..

It was chaos now, shadows streaking back and forth as projectiles pierced the magical scene that played out before him.. A new shade appeared in the center, looking to the others as they fled. A surge of energy, in the form of what he could  only discern as fire from the traces and the destruction that used to be his training grounds, burst from the newcomer. The shades vanished.. leaving Jin with a question as he came to a stop. The last place Diaage was seen by his spells.. 

To the water or the mountains?

He had no answer.. And this troubled the undead deeply. A chance could have come if he could find their trail but the fires made that impossible. The bloodmage’s last hope came from the whispers he’d sent after the Director, if he could narrow down her location, just get close..

They will lead me to my pupil..

mentions: @i-am-retired

         She wrapped herself within the stolen desert silks that Mercutio brought back to the Isle. A sullen sigh left such delicate lips. What more could the old woman do at such a time?... Unless...          Diaage looked over her shoulder. The ex-director forgot one thing. The shades her master bequeathed her. Such names of shadow magic to be called upon... but now was not the right time. She would wait... until he made his next move. @intoxication-wra

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The Lullaby Continues...

           A few days passed since the kidnapping of Diaage and Marcus. Things were tense in Silvermoon, at least at the Headquarters. No leads. No word. Nothing. Director Vidal was at his wits end. He had already notified the Regent Lord about what was happening but for the moment the State of Emergency they had set weeks ago was at a lull. The city -seemed- relatively stable. Sharlen hated to think it but seeing Director Nusas gone was one of the best things that happened to him. With her out of the way, the city... seemed safe. Was it truly her that twisted such events to happen?          “Relax the State of Emergency another level.” The director dolled out orders to a fellow agent to submit to the press. Things were looking up. The buildings were being repaired and no other bombings were going off. The city was stable and that was his main goal for national security.           “Do you really think you’re helping?” Elsif spoke coldly to Sharlen.           “I’m doing my job, Magister. What I was hired to do. It is unfortunate that Director Nusas has gone missing and my agents are doing the best that they can to bring her back but we have no leads. None at all. Now whose fault would that be?” Director Vidal prodded his words into the magistrate.           The magister turned away from Sharlen as he started to summon a portal. “I’m going to go search. If you want to get off your ass and help, call me.”

        Yet.. what could be done? Vidal was correct. There was no trace of where Diaage and Marcus went to that night with Malache and the hooded figure. If anything, they could be dead. Elsif’s thoughts swirled. If that man touched her... oh how he’d pay dearly. @intoxication-wra

We’re Recruiting!

Guild: (H) Intoxication | noitacixotnI (A)

Links: @intoxication-wra  (Discord: https://discord.gg/MuXhwUg )

Faction: Both. A-Side is tiny~

GMs: Xinthalore & Mercutío | Officers: Jhulen & Flaxin

Accepted: Any & All, though some have an easier time than others.

Mature: Y 

Activity: Moderate 

Alignment: Not EVIL but definitely not Good…Not particularly Lawful. Do you have a raid team / PvP team / Other? Nope. we do some seriously casual PvE for S&Gs. Raiders tend to pug out to other groups or do it on alts. We’re primarily an RP Guild.

About: Formed originally from a bunch of rebellious, rowdy ex-house blades and tools, the guild has now come to face its greatest enemy yet: Itself. A new wave of fresh blood has come to the company, all fringers, outcasts, and/or deviants who’ve been drawn to the money, the life, or just a back to put their own to when they need it. The skinny is that we’re nomadic, nautical, and we take all sorts of jobs. We aren’t cheap but we’ll do some crazy stuff for the right price. Things sane people wouldn’t consider. Want more details? Check out our information on our Tumblr!

OOC Note: Intox is made of folks from all walks and with various professions. Somewhat mafia/gang-ish. Prone to some piracy. Name it, we can probably work it in. Not for the delicate sort of character, be prepared to defend yourself or learn. Now comes a basic mature and/or dark theme warning, we tend towards violent means and ends, but we are not limited to just that. We like all sorts of RP. We’re an odd group OOCly, and a stranger (often crazy) one ICly. 18+ please.

How to Join: Check out the process on our Tumblr page!

Please do us a solid and boost this baby, guys! @wraconnect @thedragonlorenews 

Captives Captivated;

      The old woman sat vigil by the side of her ward, Marcus. He was still in terrible shape from the fight. What more could she do -but- to sit and twiddle her thumbs? No portal devices to take to, no communicator to contact agents, and certainly no rescue in sight on the little abandoned isle they were stranded upon.     A soft sigh escaped her lips. Perhaps she could swim... swim... like she did all those years ago. Thoughts turned to memories as she recounted them to the sleeping Marcus.      “Hundreds.. of years ago, under the darkening sky of Lordaeron...” The scene set upon the ocean miles out from the Coast of Lordaeron. A small merchant vessel stowed. A young raven haired sin’dorei lass was busy tying a knot into a line as elvish crewmen worked aside her and others. “It wasn’t always that bad, you know. We were happy for a time before the sickness set in. Minn’da got it first. When she died it passed onto Ann’da. Then to Lucius. The rest of the crew.”       Errant memories blanked from her mind as she continued to recount the story, for good reason, “Sickness was terrible. Madness among civil men... What could one do?.... Nothing. No medicine would cure this. I didn’t know what else to do but to set aflame to the ship and escape from the madness that dwelt. You should’ve heard the cries as they burned alive.” Jumping from the bow into the ocean, the memories delved, sinking like a stone. Escaping, she thought, saved her life only to snuffed out by the water filling the lungs. Swimming miles to the coast proved futile.     “But.. then for some reason.. I was saved. I didn’t know by who but.. it was this.. this man. He dragged me out of the water to the shore all those years ago. If it wasn’t because of him we wouldn’t be here in this situation...” Diaage paused as she’d rest a hand to Marcus’ temple to check his temperature. “Sometimes.. I wonder if I did it again... if I swam all the way-- that I would see him again.” A soft laugh escaped her lips as she’d twist her olivine-streaked gaze towards the open window that held the boundless ocean. The thought crossed her mind.... would she leave Marcus to do so?....

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“That’s just a part of who I am, love;

I’m a betrayer. You. My Uncle. Everyone. I’ll always put me first… and somehow you love me for that.” @mercutiomalache

“That’s just a part of who I am, love;

I’m a betrayer. You. My Uncle. Everyone. I’ll always put me first... and somehow you love me for that.” @mercutiomalache

Actually knew this guy from when I joined the server 8 years ago. Sad to hear.

                            **********Sign the Petition ***********

With the loss of a long-standing member of Wyrmrest Accord [NA], Silversun Industries is doing all that it can to ensure that this valued member of the community is not forgotten.

David Deering, also known by his in-game alias Vradic (in-character Y'akov Vradic), passed away Wednesday June 28th, 2017 after a long standing battle with cancer. It is our goal that this Champion of the Life both in-game and out of game is remembered.

Why Silvermoon City?

As many people know while on Horde side, David played as a Sin'dorei (Blood Elf) Protection Paladin. People would always find him wandering about Silvermoon, offering friendly greetings and hellos. Many quote him with his typical greeting: “Hello all you happy people!”

Why the benches outside? Why not somewhere else?

Aside from spending his time inside the city, David also spent his days in-game outside in the small gardens at the entrance of Silvermoon when he wasn’t helping guildmates and others. Aside from it being -the- location to find the character Vradic, it’s also an area that many people in-game just run by and don’t think much of. We have already placed a character there in memory of him, but if we lose the account, that character is gone as well.

Why a lute of all things?

David was a musical artist as well as Vradic in-game. There were many times on Discord where David would just randomly sing to us all. He was also the first person to always sing happy birthday on any of our special days. Aside from being a great singer, Vradic’s voice held soul and a beyond comforting tone. The lyrics of his own written songs were thoughtful, warming, and moved a person on their first hearing.

You can find a link to one of David’s original songs here: [Tin Roof by David Deering]

Why is this important?

It’s important for many reasons, but to us the WrA community, David was a member of the realm since it’s launch. As time comes and goes, many people move realms or even quit the game. He never turned his back on the realm and was always there through all of the good times and the bad times. He went out of his way in order to help those around him. Through roleplay, gearing in dungeons and raids, a shoulder to cry on, or a partner to stay up talking to until four in the morning. David was there for all of us, shining his Holy Light in the darkness of our lives to help us forward.

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“Whatever you do next...

....Just try not to die, darling.” @mercutiomalache