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sekhisadventures · 2 years

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New Finds, Old Friends

The Hall of Explorers, Ironforge Mountain, Six Months after the defeat of Zovaal

Three figures strode towards the Hall in the center of the cavern, the huge building being a combination museum, library, and headquarters to the Explorer’s League.

The Explorer’s League was headed by one of the three Bronzebeard brothers, Brann Bronzebeard, of the royal line of Ironforge. The other two brothers were Magni and Muradin. Muradin was currently working in governance of the city in the Council of Three Hammers alongside his niece, Moyra Thassaurian, and the High Thane of the Wildhammer Clan, Falstad Wildhammer. Their other brother, Magni Bronzebeard, was absent from the mountain… but that was a tale for another time.

The trio reached the entrance to the hall together, each of them carrying several objects carefully packed into soft cloth bags. Nelen Fullmoon, member of the Explorer’s League and trained archaeologist was one of them. He’d picked up Archaeology after the Cataclysm had died down as a way to try to help distract himself from the constant urges to become a feral monster that the worgen curse had given him. Once Jaie had helped him reconcile with his bestial side by introducing him to Yu-lon he’d even tracked down an artifact for her, the Spear of Xuen, and carefully restored it for her use out of gratitude for her help.

Dareley Steelhammer was next, the dwarven paladin quite happy to be back home in the mountain. He’d come to say hello to Brann, the two of them having worked together to help stop the threat of Yogg’sauron at Uldum during the Northrend Campaign. He hadn’t been part of the force that had fought the dreaded Old God himself, but he and Shalandrae had been with the vanguard that ensured the corrupted titan machines hadn’t escaped Uldum and run amok.

Lastly, to Dareley’s surprise, Samantha Montebank had accompanied them. He’d asked her why she wanted to come to Ironforge, and she’d just smiled and said, “I wanted to see an old friend of mine. Don’t worry about it.”

They were greeted by one of the caretakers of the library, then ushered in back where Brann’s office was. The dwarf would plan expeditions here, gather resources, arrange for transport and goods… really he couldn’t stand it, but he wanted expeditions to succeed and that meant someone had to handle the logistics. Brann sighed, looking up from a list of resources still needed for an upcoming survey of Ulduar, then grinned as he saw them coming in. “AH! Finally! When ah got yer letter I could hardly believe it. Ye say ye brought back somethin’ really special this time? Somethin’ from th’ Shadowlands itself that’s tied ta dwarves ‘n th’ titans?” he asked, looking at Nelen.

Nelen grinned at Dareley and Sam, then the three of them sat down their bags and opened them up to reveal several artifacts… from Zereth Mortis. “More than that, these are relics of a race of beings called The First Ones… and we think they may have been the progenitors of the Titans themselves.” he explained.

The dwarf’s eyes widened as he beheld several parts of Automata, a cypher wheel, and a few tools that had been used by the Zereth’s caretakers. “We couldn’t take much, really they weren’t happy about us taking these few things… but yeah.” nodded the magus. “These all came from a realm where, if rumors are to be believed, the Shadowlands were forged and created… and apparently there’s a Zereth in every plane of reality. These ‘First Ones’ created the Eternal Ones of the Shadowlands, the rulers of that realm, and if that’s the case then that implies that they also made the Realm of Order and the Titans as well.”

Brann chuckled, feeling gently over one of the Automata arms, “Bloody freakin’ fel… th’ find of the century or I’m a damned kobold…” he whispered, looking up, “Ye say these things made th’ Titans ‘n these… Eternal Ones? How’d ye figure?” he asked.

Nelen opened his mouth, but Sam rolled her eyes, “Hoo boy, that’s my cue to go. Sorry Professor, not sitting in on the lecture today.” she smirked, “I’m going to go take in the city. You boys have fun with your toys.” she grinned, walking back out of the office.

Nelen shrugged, “Eh, she already knows most of it, so that’s fair.” he replied, “Anyways…” he began, then he told Brann of what they found in the Sepulcher of the First Ones when fighting back Zovaal. The artificial bodies, the prototype pantheon, and what they implied… that the Eternals, and quite possibly the Titans, maybe even the Naaru and the Void Lords, were not born but made by these beings.

Brann fished out a notebook and scribbled furiously, taking down everything Nelen could remember of the land of Zereth Mortis, the mage reaching into his own bag and removing several thick packets of notes he’d made there himself, handing them over as well.

“This is… astounding lad. All this time we were tryin’ ta find our origins with th’ Titans… it never even occurred ta me that they could just be one more link in th’ chain!” he whispered, flipping through the notes.

“Indeed… though I did hear some of our fellow adventurers were rather disturbed when they found out that these godlike beings could just be robots…” he sighed.

Brann paused, looking up at him, “Aye, cannae pretend it don’t sound really strange… but we dwarves were made o’ rock ‘n stone once upon a time, ‘n even our gnomish friends were as robotic as their creations are now.” he smirked.

Nelen nodded, “Yeah, and I have a theory about those things too…” he murmured, “During our time there one of the Eternal Ones, a being known as The Arbiter, was destroyed by our adversary Zovaal… and… well, myself and a couple of our allies were present when the beings of Zereth Mortis attempted to create a new Arbiter to take their place. Apparently, those vessels are filled with Ancient Souls of some sort… which makes me wonder...” he scratched at his beard thoughtfully, “… what would the beings of Zereth Mortis consider more ancient than their creators?” he suggested.

Brann looked up at him, “You mean ta say…” he murmured.

“I think… those ancient souls may well be the First Ones… or perhaps… fragments of them.” he nodded. “This is just a theory of course Brann, but… what if the First Ones are so far beyond us that they have to create artificial bodies just to interact with our reality as we know it? Like… their existence is so advanced compared to ours that we wouldn’t even be able to perceive them otherwise? I think… and again, this is just a theory, that those bodies are vessels for fragments of the consciousness of the First Ones, so they can exist in a way we can interact with.” he nodded.

Dareley smirked, “He’s been talkin’ nonstop ‘bout this fer weeks now…” he chuckled.

Bran smirked back, “Aye, well it be a fascinatin’ subject Steelhammer!” he laughed, “Aye, it’s a sound enough theory given what ye’ve found out about ‘em… but we’d need more evidence ta be certain.” he pointed out.

Nelen sighed, “Yeah, and that’s where I hit a wall. The Oracles of Zereth Mortis flat out refused to clarify anything about the nature of the ancient souls in their keeping.” he frowned, “Still… it implies that there are other Zereths out there, perhaps even in our reality somewhere…” he nodded, “… I wonder where though…” he mused aloud.

Brann grinned, “Well, maybe we’ll find out someday lad. Fer now, I’ve got work ta do cataloguing these finds! If ye wanna gimme a hand we can see ‘bout drinks afterwards eh?” he nodded.

Dareley smiled widely at that, “Now there’s a bloody good idea!” he grinned.

The Forlorn Cavern

Hulfdan Blackbeard sat at his table, tallying the day’s… well… ‘takings’ would be the most appropriate word. He was older now, his black beard starting to show the barest hints of grey in it, but he could still cut your ear off ‘n feed it to you see if he don’t.

He paused in the middle of stacking coins… his hand slowly going for a dagger resting on his table, then a voice said, “What, no warm welcome for your tall friend?” in a bemused tone.

The dwarf heard the voice, registered the accent and sound, then grunted, “Ain’t got nae elf friends fer a long time now…” he muttered, “… ‘n th’ one ah had wasn’t a lass.”

His eyes darted this way and that, but he didn’t see anyone in his room save for himself…

“Well, things change…” came the voice again.

Hulfdan decided to stop taking chances. He leapt up and snatched at the dagger…

… at where the dagger should have been…

The dwarf started, then slapped his hip for his blade in its sheath…

… which was empty…

“Getting sloppy Hulfdan. If I’d tried this running with your gang you’d have seen to it I could only count to eight for the rest of my life.” came the voice once more.

Hulfdan glanced around, “… Montebank?” he asked in disbelief.

From just behind his ear came the faintest of whispers, “… surprise.”

The dwarf spun, arm out and ready to grab and throttle, and his hand snatched a neck…

… on a bottle of Thunderbrew’s finest ale, the dwarf looking at it in surprise and stopping himself from throwing it by sheer force of will. No self-respecting dwarf, rogue or not, would dare desecrate a full bottle of Thunderbrew.

Sam was leaning against the wall, idly testing the blade on Hulfdan’s sword, “Ooch!” she winced, licking her thumb, “Still keeping the edge properly though. I remember the earful you gave me when I let my daggers go dull. Had me sharpening them all night, and everyone else’s too.” she grinned.

Hulfdan’s eyebrows went up, “I’ve heard o’ people changin’ their identity after a good heist… but that’s a bit much…” he said, looking over Samantha’s body.

When he’d last seen her, she was a sin’dorei, a normal blood elf.

She was also… to be blunt… male last time he’d seen her.

“Lets just say I made a new business partner, and we had quite the experience together in the Shadowlands.” she grinned, “So, what do you say squat, dark, and handsome? Share a drink with an elven lass?”

Hulfdan looked at the bottle he was holding, then at her, then he smirked and reached into his drawer, pulling out two mugs.

Several drinks later…

“Umbric? You broke inta Stormwind Castle ‘n tried ta snatch somethin’ out from under Matthias Shaw’s nose?” he laughed, “Lass you’re lucky ya ain’t rottin’ in th’ bloody Stockade after pullin’ a stunt like that!” he grinned, “Though… knowin’ ol’ Shaw he may well ‘ave tried ta recruit ya.”

“Yeah well, this was right on the heels of me nicking Titanstrike from Trueshot Lodge… it was NOT easy finding the right alchemy to hide my scent from all those animals there, and some of the hunters, and I guess I got cocky.” she smirked, “But yeah, what I thought was going to be Azerite or something turned out to be the core of this void creature called Annulus… and… well…” she gestured to herself, “Boom!”

Hulfdan nodded, “… ‘n this Annulus turned ye into a lady?” he asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes, actually…” she nodded, taking a pull from her mug, “… that came later though. At first she just took up residence in here and made me into one of the ren’dorei.” she replied, tapping her temple with her fingertip. “After I teamed up with this adventurer team, Avalon, and we went to the Shadowlands… well… that’s where all this happened.” she gestured to her chest and hips. “Annulus and I got talking and… well… turns out that I was in denial about a few things, so… she helped me out there.” she smirked, “It did come with a few catches though, I didn’t have these before.” she said, idly twining one of her tentacles around her finger. They had started out small, peeking out of her hair, but were now long and down to her shoulders. Sam wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that.

Hulfdan nodded, “Hmm… Avalon eh? Heard ‘bout ‘em… not a ton mind, the smaller groups never get th’ attention the big guilds do… but mostly what I’ve heard is good. Though… a few o’ our local… not-so-friendly magic types have been whisperin’ bout one o’ their former members goin’ rogue.” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Samantha blew out her lips, “Jeez, guess warlocks have a good information network… must be the imps. Yeah. She did, tried to kill all of us… She almost did get one of us and another… we had to deal with after what she did to him, but we managed to drive her off… of course, that means we just made her run away. She’s still out there…” she frowned.

Hulfdan nodded, “Aye… ‘n now yer waitin’ fer th’ other boot ta drop…” he leaned back in his chair, “… hmm… seems ye ‘n yer new team are in a right pickle eh lass… well cannae ask ye ta come back… I mean if an elf in Ironforge stood out afore, a void elf… well, ye spooky types ain’t exactly a copper a dozen.” he nodded, “But… I can have th’ lads keep our ears ta the ground, feel out th’ mine… if we hear rumblin’s bout… oh… dogs barkin’ in th’ dark… we can send ya a little whistle.”

Sam grinned, “Knew I could count on you. Yeah, life has been going really good for me with Avalon… and I want to keep it going that way. Dissonantia is a real threat though, not just to us… you tell the lads, don’t try to tangle with her. We’re thieves, we gut people if we need to, but we don’t use a dagger where quick fingers and lockpicks will do.” she nodded, “… Dissonantia will. She’ll use a dagger, a fireball, an axe, a whip, and all sorts of nasty things. Now that we know about her she has no reason to hold back, and if she does get one of the crew… well, the term ‘fate worse than death’ definitely applies here.”

Hulfdan nodded slowly, “Aye… ye were a snarky lil’ bastard before Montebank, but ye was never one ta lie ta yer mates. I’ll tell the lads ta keep a canary out ‘n candle lit, but ta douse the candle if the bird sings.” he replied.

She nodded back, “I owe ya one Hulfdan. Can’t promise I can sneak away from Avalon that often, but next time I’m around we can share another drink.” she smirked.

Hulfdan smirked back, “Ye’ve come a long way since Darkdraft damn near broke yer arm fer tryin’ ta knife me in a cave gel…”

Samantha grinned, “But how far will I go yet, and how much will I be able to sell the shit I find on the path for?” she chuckled.

Hulfdan laughed, “There’s the Sam I remember!” he grinned, “Shove off lass, yer Avalon is likely waitin’ fer ye.” he shook his head, looking away for a moment.

“Already gone.” came the reply.

Hulfdan looked up, then behind him, then back ahead… and he was alone in the room. “… bloody fel, maybe I should give a voidy thing a poke sometime…” he muttered, then glanced at the table. There was a fresh bottle of Thunderbrew there with a note reading ‘for the lads.’ The dwarf just had to grin.

Outside Sam walked through the Forlorn Cavern, quiet as a whisper, invisible as a breeze.

"That dwarf will be able to help your allies find Dissonantia?" asked Annulus in her mind.

Sam nodded, thinking back to her, “(She knows how to prevent you from seeing her in your visions, buggered if I know HOW but she does. Hulfdan’s boys are skilled rogues and they run every scam from here to Arathi. If Dissonantia shows up north of the Burning Steppes, Hulfdan will know within the week.)”

"We shall see…" came the reply.

Sam snorted, “(Have a little confidence Annulus. Just because we can’t see the future doesn’t mean we can’t catch it from behind and make off with its purse.)” she smirked.

Annulus paused, then replied, "As limited as you mortals are, you do have the most entertaining way of viewing the world. Make off with its purse indeed."

#warcraft #warcraft roleplay #adventures in azeroth #fanfiction #threeyeartimegap

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justmba · 2 years

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Wow violet storm crow

As Modgud confronted the enemy warriors, she used her powers to strike fear into their hearts. Thaurissan and his sorceress wife, Modgud, launched a two-pronged assault against both Ironforge and Grim Batol. Thaurissan and his Dark Irons vowed revenge against the Ironforge dwarves and Wildhammers. Thaurissan, leader of the Dark Iron clan, and his Dark Irons vowed revenge against Ironforge, founding their own kingdom, named for the Sorcerer-Thane, Thaurissan, in the northern Redridge Mountains. Khardros and his Wildhammer warriors traveled north and founded their own kingdom within the distant peak of Grim Batol, establishing a holdfast that would come to rival even Ironforge. The Wildhammer clan was unsuccessful in wresting control of Ironforge, with Madoran Bronzebeard and his clan claiming the city as their own and declaring himself king. After Modimus died, a civil war broke out between the Bronzebeard clan, the Wildhammer clan, and the Dark Iron clan for control of the kingdom. They were one of the three great factions of dwarves under High King Modimus Anvilmar, controlling the strongest mountaineers that Khaz Modan had to offer. Just prior to the War of the Three Hammers, the Wildhammer clan, ruled by Thane Khardros Wildhammer, inhabited the foothills and crags around the base of Ironforge. Like all dwarves, the Wildhammer are descendants of the earthen. The clan is led by High Thane Falstad Wildhammer, who represents the Wildhammer people on the Council of Three Hammers within Ironforge. They are renowned gryphon riders, and lead the Wildhammer dwarves as a whole. Now part of the Alliance, they hold the Horde as enemies. The Wildhammer clan (or clan Wildhammer) is a dwarf clan currently centered mainly in the Hinterlands and the Twilight Highlands although members can be found in Kalimdor and Outland as well. Kingdom of Ironforge, Alliance, Earthen Ring Gryphon rider, Hunter, Mage, Mountain king, Priest, Scout, Shaman, Warriorīarbarian, Druid, Elementalist, Windrider, Windwarriorĭwarven, Common, Gnomish, Goblin, Zandali For the Classic reputation faction, see Wildhammer Clan (Classic). This article is about the lore and the Cataclysm faction.

#Wow violet storm crow

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tentoriwrites · 4 years

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Nexus Fall

In her misery, Lady Raena summons Anduin Wrynn to the Nexus so Varian is forced to watch him die over and over again. However, that proves to be a catalyst for Varian to seek out a way to escape the Nexus and free his son from a life of endless fighting. With the help of their allies, Anduin and Varian seek the heart of the Nexus and endeavor to climb to the very top of its great tower. If they cannot escape, they will ensure no one else has to suffer and no one else can use the Nexus as a means of conquest...

Rating: Teen and up

Pairings: None - no cross-dimensional romances here folks.

Warnings: Violence and fighting maybe discussed in more detail later on. So mentions of blood, fighting, violence may be present. Chapters will be tagged appropriately.

Chapters:

Battle Field Reunions

There is Always Hope

#heroes of the storm #world of warcraft #starcraft #diablo #anduin wrynn #varian wrynn #falstad wildhammer #Muradin Bronzebeard #jim raynor #tyrande whisperwind #lady raena #gul'dan #Diablo(character)

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wowheadquarters · 5 years

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Ranking their singing voices

For a lovable anon. Mirror mirror on the wall, who has the singiest voice of them all? This list is out of the usual order with the least singing voices at the top and the best singers at the end. Most of this goes from headcanons rather than serious lore backup, so... So if you view it differently than I do, I’m not saying it’s wrong! Ft. three songs.

Geya’rah: Run! Cover your ears and run! Forget the children and run!

Lor'themar: Firstly, Lor’themar cannot be bothered to sing anywhere near the key or the rhythm. Or to sing at all. Secondly, if you have been paying attention, on this blog at least the Lord Regent has a serious problem with drinking and alcohol isn’t exactly what you should overdo if you want to pursue an opera singer career.

Spirit of Vol’jin: Perhaps he used to be really good at singing, the Zandali language is melodic after all and there is no way serving the loa doesn’t include singing your voice out. But let’s also remember he got his throat slit on Pandaria and it actually never healed properly.

Taedal: He can barely speak competently, it’s a miracle he can sing. Because I say so. Unless I find a very valid reason to retcon this decision, a screeching buzzard sounds ten times better than Taedal.

Ghost Garrosh: As much as he isn’t like his father, he is more close to the scream part in Hellscream rather than the song part in Warsong. (Although, if this list was ranked by rapping capability, he’d be far more towards the top.)

Thalyssra: The Nightborne overall aren’t something I personally would be willing to listen to for too long. Thalyssra and Occuleth sound better than their generic brethren, but the First Arcanist still sounds like her nose is full, so... we give this a soft no.

Ghost Varin: He is dead as dust and also hoarse most of the time because of all the shouting he does. Maybe if we let his voice rest long anough to recover a bit, it gets better.

Anduin: Thanks the Light he is behind the awkward years of voice transition, but it is still... Not something he’d be off to show off. He isn’t a practising priest, he’s a battle-priest, so it’s okay.

Falstad: His voice is actually quite fine, but once he gets on the brew, which is usually half an hour after he rolls out of the bed, he loses his sense of rhythm and melody whatsoever.

Mekkatorque: That’s how you fix most computers: with a lot of swearwords and singing. Also, ‘Torque is the person who sings when stressed. As in “This is all terrible and we’re gonna diiiii-eeee, lala lala la.”

Thrall: Surprisingly good, given he has absolutely zero practice or knowledge of theory at all.

Moira: She doesn’t sing much, but she sings. It is mostly a church practice, I suppose. She doesn’t have to be really good, though, because in places like Ironforge or Shadowforge (as the Dark Iron city in the Blackrock mountain is actually called) has that kind of acoustic everything sounds ten times better than it is.

Aysa: Sometimes people have hard time telling when she is reciting poetry and when she is singing. Her range is narrow, but within her range she is very good.

Ji: As long as you can prevent him from yodelling for fun... Unfortunately, Ji is more of a troll this way.

Velen: He is a Middle Earth fan and nerd. If you have read Silmarilion (like Velen most likely had, or some Azeroth/Argus version of it at least), you’d know the whole story is one big musical. Following this logic, Velen sings.

Muradin: Maybe it is just me, but Muradin is one of the most classic “high fantasy dwarf” trope we have. And those do sing.

Turalyon: He was a Knight of the Silver Hand, that is a trained Paladin. That means he spent years and years in churches and cathedrals full of singing and chanting priests. He most likely had to join some choir of young novices or something, where singing was more or less literally beaten into him.

Mayla: The Tauren have such beautiful melodic voices, it sounds like they are already singing.

Baine: He is probably as good as Mayla, I just have a thing for deeper voices, that’s all.

Genn: Comes out really surprising, but after the Worgen curse he ended up with a far better hearing, so he had to improve. Not like he sings often. Kings are only allowed to sing in the shower and only when nobody hears them.

Talanji: Up with Vol’jin I said something about singing while in the service of the Loa, so here is a Priest Princess. Also her not-singing voice is something I could listen to all day.

Alleria: I suppose it’s a Windrunner thing, the singing. But she is older, got stuck in the stressing Twisting Nether for aeons from her point of view, and I am pretty sure the Void doesn’t go soft on your throat either. She used to be better.

Gallywix: I like to think that his path to success was composed of insurance fraud, tax evasion, and a couple of top selling Goblin!Broadway musicals which he both composed and sung in. And while a big portion of his mass is fat, there is also a plenty of room for a pair of really big lungs. With all the theatre-like props he’s wearing, he probably wanted to pursue an opera singer career.

Sylvanas: One of the few people we have actually heard singing, probably. In case you haven’t, she’s the person responsible for the WoW cover of the Lament of the Highborne with backup banshees and all of that.

Tyrande: I am pretty sure that to be a good priest of Elune, you have to have better than decent voice do sing chants and psalms and whatnot. (It would be easier to say if we got a more in-depth view on the religions of Azeroth, even the “boring” ones. Oh well, I guess I have to do everything by myself in this house.) And Tyrande is in charge. What I am trying to get at is that she has to have sing beautifully. Probably practices on lullabies for Malfurion.

Jaina: Anyway.

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meowmageddon · 6 years

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“Wildhammurr” for Day 19 of #inktober from the #forthealliance prompt list by @frenone : Falstad Wildhammer! He loves ale and gryphons. Don’t look too closely at the braids, I don’t even know what happened. 🙀 https://www.instagram.com/p/BpIYoCyhKA7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=h74br79f6los

#inktober #forthealliance #world of warcraft #falstad wildhammer

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kat-walrus · 6 years

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You know how when there's a team wipe, one of your allies will say something about it? Falstad's team wipe quote is definitely the funniest

"1...2...3...oof, uh, yeah, that's all of us."

#heroes of the storm #falstad wildhammer

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incorrectwarcraftquotations · 7 years

Conversation

Moira: (to Muradin and Falstad) I got to be honest with you guys. I really don't want to hang out with you. It's gonna be kind of like a chore for me.

#moira thaurissan #muradin bronzebeard #falstad wildhammer #world of warcraft #source: portlandia

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direhuman · 4 years

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I've seen some posts on r/heroesofthestorm discussing which characters desperately need new skins, so to help out everyone's favorite Wildhammer Dwarf who hasn't gotten any in a while, may I present: Reverse Falstad!

#hots #heroes of the storm #world of warcraft #falstad #wildhammer dwarf #body horror

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carcharadroid · 4 years

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Listen though, realtalk: Blizzard has needed to get a better handle on their own lore for a while. Or at least some of the nuance of it.

I’m still not over how bad the Well of Eternity dungeon is. It singlehandedly convinced a whole ass generation of WoW players that Malfurion is a sexist piece of shit because the people directing the dungeon read the “hush, Tyrande” line as aggressive instead of quiet and comforting, as was the context in the damn book.

It’s frustrating. I get it.

It’s still objectively wrong to say things like “Baine hates the Horde” or “Malfurion hates his wife” when the truth is a lot more simple and stupid:

Blizzard kinda sucks at remembering nuance in their own lore sometimes.

Fuck’s sake, the guys forgot Falstad Wildhammer was even alive for a bit there! That’s the whole origin of Red Shirt Guy, since he reminded them of that fact at Blizzcon.

#*dox babbles

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incomingtrouble · 5 years

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Now selling this hunky Wildhammer dwarf for all your viewing pleasure. (ngl if I could play a dwarf character seriously I’d keep him for myself, but ya girl needs the cash) He’s for sale for 30$ USD flat, with a 55$ option to extend it to a fullbody. Buyers will get the flat art, and can also use the optional character notes as well!

ULGIN SKYBROW

A staunch, devoted Wildhammer dwarf, Ulgin was born in the Hinterlands and has lived there for almost all of his life, protecting his and his mother’s pride of gryphons and trading with their neighbors. Life was peaceful, and he loved nothing more than tending the birds, but that could not last forever, and he was called upon by Falstad himself for his birds and him to aid in the war effort.

#wildhammer #wildhammer dwarf #Dwarf #Dwarves #dwarf adoptable #adoptable #warcraft adoptable #warcraft adopt #warcraft art #art #Ironforge #alliance #for the alliance #gryphon rider #griffin rider #rider

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dwarvenaesthetic · 6 years

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Falstad Wildhammer’s Gryphon Riders by jalysaleva

Clothing & more on Redbubble

#dwarves #warcraft #redbubble #art #jalysaleva

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wowhead · 7 years

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world of warcraft racial leaders, ranked

god tier: sylvanas, velen, saurfang

above average tier: vol’jin, lor’themar theron, moira, varian, anduin

average tier: baine bloodhoof, mekkatorque, muradin, tyrande, aysa and ji

bad tier: falstad wildhammer, greymane, gallywix

shit tier: thrall, malfurion, magni,

war criminal tier: garrosh

#wow #this is canon btw

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tentoriwrites · 4 years

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Nexus Fall: Battlefield Reunions

A courtyard unfurled before a towering castle. Gray pavers, smoothed by use, spread out around a massive platform. Though the platform was empty now, it seemed as if something belonged there. Water could be heard flowing nearby. Walls cordoned off the courtyard from the rest of the garden with forts and keeps spaced in the intervening area as defense.

A vast and sprawling countryside of gentle, undulating hills spread out between the blue roofed castle and a red roofed castle far in the distance. Three roads cut through the countryside to the walls of the other castle. Beyond that, it sounded like a garden party was taking place somewhere.

A shrine lay at the north and south of the country. One dedicated to the moon, one to the sun. In the center stood a huge, stone dragon statue. Something seemed to crackle just beneath the surface, almost as if the statue was alive beneath the stony veneer.

A dais, positioned directly in front of the castle gate, crackled with power before four figures seemingly appeared from thin air. In almost unison they stepped down from the dais. Three of them seemed to belong together with similar arms and armor. The fourth seemed like they were from another world entirely. Truly, they were.

“Another day, another fight! FOR THE WILDHAMMER!” A dwarf billowed from atop his gryphon.

“Enthusiastic as ever I see, Falstad.” A kingly figure with dark brown air chuckled as he glanced up at the sky. “Looks like sword and board today. We’re down a man and a healer.”

“Ain’t it a little funny? Even if they show up a bit late a fifth is always here by now…” A man in a full body suit of armor commented as he shifted his gun to his other hand. Almost as if that were a cue, the dais crackled with power again. “Speak a the devil…”

All of them turned to see who their fifth would be. The kingly figure turned a sickened shade of white immediately.

“No…” A barely audible whisper as he took a tentative step up on to the dais. “Why? Of all people… why are you here, my son?” With each step he seemed increasingly weaker. Finally, he collapsed to his knees before a flaxen haired young man. The very image of a broken man, he limply reached out to them. Finding strength in the myriad emotions welling up inside, he yanked the young man up against him tightly. Barely contained sobs buried themselves in the crook of the young man’s neck.

“Battle starts in 30 seconds.” A regal, albeit disembodied, voice echoed through the courtyard.

A dwarf in blue armor reached out and touched the grieving man on the shoulder.

“Come on! Wake up! We’re running out of time.” The king urged as he pulled himself from his sorrow.

“Ya Majesty. Yannae how this all works. He’ll be safe here.” The armored dwarf named Muradin spoke quietly and kindly.

“Aye, even if they take the core, they cannae touch ‘im ‘ere.” The gryphon riding Falstad chimed in encouragingly.

“Just... Come on, Anduin. Wake up.” The king gently shook the young man one last time.

“Come on, Wrynn. We gotta roll.”

“Right. If he’s here then I’m bound to see him again.” The king gently laid his son back down and got to his feet. A quick wipe of his face with leather gloved hands and he became a vision of seriousness. His noble features take on the shape of a king once more. Like so many times before, emotions pushed aside in favor of the stoicism necessary to lead.

“That’s the spirit!” Falstad cheered raising his hammer into the air. His gryphon squawked in seeming agreement.

“We need to figure out who we’re up against.” Sparing his son one last look, he left the dais. The others climbed on their mounts as they waited for him.

“Foolish mortal! I will feast upon your fear!” A deep voice shaded by darkness rumbled through the air like far off thunder.

“Great. It’s that guy… again... Someone really needs to tell him you can’t eat emotions…” Jim Raynor loosed a long suffering sigh before his visor clicked down.

“I hate demons…” Varian hissed under his breath. “Let’s go!” With a quick hop he was on his steed and racing toward the gate at the front of the courtyard. He glanced over his shoulder one last time.

“Light protect you, my son. Until we meet again.”

The clattering of hooves and roaring engines finally drew the young man from his slumber. Eyes slowly pried open by light and warmth coaxing him to consciousness. He sat up just in time to see a very familiar back riding away, cloak flapping in the breeze. “Father?” He blinked a few times while shaking his head and the figure disappeared beyond a gate. He got to his knees quickly and tried to call out to the figure again. Hands reached to take hold of the image but were met with nothing but air. His voice was lost to distance.

“What… is this place?” He finally took in his very foreign surroundings. “A dream?”

“You have been summoned to the Nexus.” A disembodied woman’s voice answered him.

“This… looks nothing like Northrend.” Confusion marked his features as he slowly got to his feet. He took one tentative step towards the edge of the platform.

“The name is a coincidence to the location you know.” The voice went on flatly. “The Nexus is where great heroes gather to fight.”

“For what purpose? Why are we fighting?” He took another step forward, but stopped short of going over the edge of the platform.

“That is the way of this place. Heroes are gathered to fight for lords of these realms. It helps to maintain the balance.”

“It’s some kind of arena then…? We must fight to be free of it. Is that it?”

“If that is how you choose to understand the situation.”

Any further questions were stifled by the sounds of a tremendous battle taking place beyond the gates. “Who’s fighting here now?”

Words appeared in the sky:

Blue Team

Anduin Wrynn

Falstad Wildhammer

Jim Raynor

Muradin Bronzebeard

Varian Wrynn

Red Team

Abathur, the Evolution Master

Diablo, Lord of Terror

Gul’dan

Illidan Stormrage

Miles “Blaze” Lewis

“My Father is here?! And... and… Illidan?! How is… I thought he…” Anduin’s brain came to a full stop along with his mouth left agape.

“Heroes from many different worlds and times are summoned here to fight.” The disembodied voice pulled him from his disbelief.

“Don’t let Lady Chronormu find out you are tampering with the timelines.” Anduin looked gravely serious as he shook his head to dispel his shock.

“You may have the opportunity to do so yourself in time. For now, the battle has begun. If you do not engage in combat soon you will be removed from the battle.”

“I can’t have that! My Father is out there! I have to help him!” He looked around quickly and found a chestnut mare waiting for him. He mounted the horse and rode off in the direction his Father went.

The scene that met him on the battlefield was not what he expected. Vast armies were commanded by the people whose names appeared in the sky but only 8 combatants stood out on the field. The combatants closest to him looked considerably worse for the wear, especially his Father. Varian was down on one knee leaning heavily on Shalamane.

“Damn… bested by Gul’dan and his demons again…” Varian sighed in resignation. “Regroup behind the gate! I’ll keep them busy!”

“Pitiful mortal…” A towering demon, the likes of which Anduin had never seen before, called haughtily before starting a charge right towards Varian.

“Raynor!” Muradin yelled sprinting towards Varian.

“Reloading!”

“FATHER!” Anduin screamed and Varian suddenly went flying backwards to the gate.

“Anduin?” Varian seemed wholly overcome with emotion to see his son awake again. He embraced his son tightly.

“Your wounds, Father.” Anduin quickly freed himself and began healing his father.

“Damn. Shalamane is out there.” Varian clicked his tongue as he watched the demon kick it to the side.

“Then take mine. I suspect I’ll be doing a lot of healing from back here.” Anduin pulled his Shalamane off his back and handed it to his Father. He gave his father a kind smile. “It always looked more at home in your hands than mine.”

Varian looked down at the blade then back up to his son with a conflicted look on his face. “This was not the life I wanted for you, my son.” His hand slowly wrapped around the hilt.

“I know, Father. Later.” He gave his Father a reaffirming clap on the arm. “I am here with you, right now.”

“Yes…” Dispelling all reservations, Varian took the sword and bolted back into the fray.

While Raynor laid down cover fire Varian slid down and grabbed his Shalamane before gracefully regaining his footing. He charged headlong toward the red demon.

“Thought ya said this was a sword and board match!” Falstad jeered teasingly as his hammer came flying back to his hand.

“Changed my mind!” Varian wore smug smile as he passed Falstad. “Cover the northern road!”

“Aye! LET’S FLY!”

Anduin sent a wave of light forward healing his allies before bouncing back to him.

“Always thank yer healer!” Muradin cheered as he gripped his axe tighter. Then he took a mighty leap into the air and landed a hair’s breadth away behind Gul’dan. “I’ve been lookin’ forward to this for a looong time…” There was a might crashing sound and Gul’dan went sailing through the air into the gate next to Anduin.

“You stay right there!” Chains reach up to wrap around Gu’ldan while canons rained down from above to finish him off.

“What is this place?” Anduin finally had a chance to ask as he collapsed into a sitting position on the stone courtyard of the opposing castle. Exhaustion had settled into every fiber of his being. Though he had trained after taking the throne, it had not been nearly as often enough and he could tell that now.

“They call it the Nexus. Something created it long ago and now it’s full of different realms. Each realm is ruled over by a realm lord. The acting realm lord of King’s Crest is Raena, the Lady of Thorns.” His Father explained as he offered a hand up. “It looks like the fighting is over for now so we’ll have some time to talk.”

Anduin took his Father’s hand and hoisted himself to his feet again. With great effort he mounted his chestnut mare and followed after his Father.

“I suspect since you’re still here, that means you’ll also be staying in the castle.” Varian motioned to the castle far off in the distance that was not fought over during the battle. A certain bitterness laced his words.

"Was that voice that made announcements during the battle the Queen?" Anduin's fatigue had lifted some in favor of curiosity.

"Yes. She is one of the many lords fighting over space here in the Nexus."

"Is... that why we are here to fight? For someone else to gain territory in this... bizarre place?"

"There is... quite a bit more to it than that. Once we make it to the planetarium things will make more sense."

The pair rode on talking all the way about the ins and outs of the Nexus. By the time they reached the grand castle Anduin's head felt like it might well and truly explode.

"Welcome back, King Varian!" A cheerful voice beamed as a VERY short stable hand came out to get their horses. "This must be Prince Anduin! We've been expecting you!"

"You... you have?"

"He is King Anduin. He succeeded when I was... What did happen to me exactly...?"

Anduin's face twisted up in confusion and concern at this. "Do you not remember, Father? Your fight with Gul'dan? And how you..." His voice faded off to nothing as sorrow took him. His gaze drifted away from his Father as he fought back tears.

"I remember getting on a boat to the Broken Isles but I don't remember ever getting there." Varian's answer was every bit sincere. He well and truly remembered nothing. "That is... a conversation for another time... Come, you need to see the planetarium."

Anduin thought to press the issue, but the more he thought to, the more he realized he didn't remember much of the what happened just prior to his appearance in the Nexus either.

"Quite the puzzle..."

"Take a look in this." Varian gestured to the eyepiece of the largest telescope Anduin had ever seen.

Still quite astonished by the size, he walked up to it and took a peek. He was greeted by a massive, swirling storm in the middle of space. "That's quite the storm..." He commented absently as he watched clouds roil and churn on themselves as lightning danced through them.

"Let's turn it so you can see something else." Varian turned the crank once Anduin pulled away. The telescope slowly moved in a clockwise rotation a few degrees at a time. "Look now and tell me what you see.”

Anduin obliged and what met his eyes now was wholly different than before. An endless expanse stretched before him dotted by millions of stars. Just off center of the field of view was a massive portal with a familiar world just beyond. Bathed in the light of day, it was clear to Anduin just what he was seeing. So startling was the image he fell away from the eyepiece and landed hard on the floor.

"That is... Draenor on the other side of that portal... But... The Draenor of the new timeline created by Garrosh. The one in which Valen dies and..." He stammered as his eyes shifted back and forth between his Father and the eyepiece. His hand pointed off into space shaking uncontrollably.

"Yes..." Varian nodded and smiled softly. "This place, this Nexus, is at the center of a great storm of energy that tears open rifts to other worlds, times, and dimensions. Even different versions of Azeroth." Varian walked over and offered his hand again. "There are even other versions of me here, at least Muradin has told me as much. And I suspect if you are here, I will see other versions of you in time as well."

"This is a lot to take in, Father." Anduin looked and sounded utterly overwhelmed by it all. "I feel as though I understand what is going on here to a point."

"There is more to all of this than just fighting to appease the lords of this place." Varian's countenance grew grim as he turned his gaze to the sky. "Could you imagine what would happen if Sargeras found out about a place like this? What he would try to do?"

All color drained from Anduin's face as horror washed over it. "I... I would rather not..."

"That's why it's important we try our hardest to fight. If we support the lords of this place they become more powerful with each victory. The more powerful they become, the easier it is for them to fight off any who would seek to use this crossroads as a means of conquest. As a means to worlds otherwise out of their reach." Varian slowly extended his hand up to the sky. He abruptly clasped it into a fist around a particularly bright entity in the sky.

“It’s not just terrors from our world either.” Anduin’s statement pulled his Father back to him.

“No. You saw as much during our battle today.” Varian reached out and put his hand on his son’s shoulder. All sternness faded into a mixture of sorrow and regret. Normally strong hands seemed weak as they pressed into Anduin’s shoulder. “I… I never wanted a life of constant fighting for you. I wanted you to live a life of peace and prosperity.”

Anduin’s eyes glanced to his shoulder before meeting his Father’s gaze. “I know, Father. But it seems fate has other things in store for me.” Anduin gave his Father a warm smile. “I, for one, am glad to have this opportunity. I never did get the chance to really fight by your side.” He trailed off a moment as a wave of myriad emotions washed over his face. “There are… so, so many things I want to say to you. So much left for me to learn from you.” His voice broke as tears pooled at the corners of his eyes.

“I know.” Varian wrapped his arms around his son and gave him the hug he had wanted to since they were first reunited.

“Father, I’ve missed you so much.” Wrapped in the comfort of his Father’s arms, tears flowed like springs from his eyes.

“I know. I missed you too. But I am proud of you, my son.” Varian was not immune to his own emotions, voice cracking at the end under their weight. Sensing words would only fail him, he opted to tighten his embrace instead.

“I should take you to meet Lady Raena now…” Varian begrudgingly pulled away from Anduin.

“Oh! It is only fitting I should introduce myself if I will be staying in her castle.” Anduin scrubbed the tears from his cheeks with the heels of his hands a moment. After composing himself he gave his Father a confident smile. “Shall we be off?”

“There’s something you need to know about Lady Raena.” The seriousness of Varian’s voice put an icy chill in the air.

“This must be your son.” A familiar woman’s voice filled the audience chamber as soon as Anduin and Varian entered it. There was a certain amount of venom woven around every word. “How nice for you to be reunited once again.”

Anduin looked around in distress at the state of affairs in the throne room. “This is far worse than you lead me to believe, Father.” Anduin assessed the damage the walls and ceilings that were still in the process of being fixed. “You said something troubling happened to the royal family. Is there anything I can do?” Anduin turned to his father who now stood beside a stone statue of a woman.

“You are welcome to try.” A woman’s voice filled the room.

“Do excuse me. I did not see you.” Anduin looked around confused. “I am indeed Anduin Wrynn. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance…” He finally laid eyes on his father who was not so subtly gesturing to the statue. “By the Light!” He immediately run up to the statue. “Lady Raena is imprisoned in stone?”

“It is the curse passed on through my family.” She replied bitterly.

“For… forgive me… I had no idea.” Anduin was genuinely apologetic as he lowered his head in embarassment.

“Hmph…”

“Has anyone tried removing the curse?” Anduin shook his head. “I’m sure that is the case…”

“This is not the type of curse even Archdruid Malfurion or Mehdiv could remove with their considerable skills.”

“They are… as well?!” Anduin seemed genuinely shocked to know more people he knew, or at least knew of, had been brought to this place as well. “Maybe… it isn’t a curse at all.”

“What do you mean?” Varian looked at him puzzled.

“What if… it’s a kind of vile enchantment?” Anduin looked quite serious as energy polled in his hand. “In which case, I might be able to help.”

“Save your energy, Child.” Lady Raena scoffed at him.

Anduin chose to ignore her and sent the energy at of his hand. It spiraled around her slowly, but seemingly did nothing. Until the statue’s façade cracked slightly.

“What did you just do?” She asked suspiciously.

“I… used dispel magic. I fear it did not yield the desire result.”

“No… It just wasn’t powerful enough.” Raena’s voice had lost it’s hard edge in favor of sadness.

“Hm… I wonder… In theory it could work…”Anduin held his chin as he considered his options.

“Do you have an idea?” Varian looked on expectantly.

“Mass dispel can remove harmful magical effect from many targets all at once. But if all of that cleansing power was focused on a single target it would, in theory amplify the spell’s effect.” He seemed quite thoughtful. “However… Given how little the effect of a single application was, I suspect it would require more than one attempt.”

“Or more than one priest.” A familiar woman’s voice echoed throughout the halls.

Anduin spun around quickly to meet them face to face.

“Or a priestess as the case may be.”

“Lady… Lady Tyrande…” Anduin’s wide-eyes narrowed quickly as sadness took him. “I am surprised to find you speaking so genially to me given our last meeting.”

“Our last meeting was quite joyful as I recall.” She smiled at him despite the worry on his face.

“Oh… Then you must be…”

“Perhaps it is a different ‘me; you know. But this ‘me’ is willing to test your theory if it means freeing Lady Raena.” Tyrande stepped up beside him facing Raena.

“Yes. In that case, I appreciate any assistance you can afford me.”

Together than channeled their energies and focused them all on dispelling Raena’s stony form. When the light dispersed, much to their sorrow, the stone remained.

“It was… too much to hope for I suppose.” Tyrande sighed quietly to herself.

Suddenly a cracking sound filled the room. Like hundreds of eggs cracking all at once the stone splintered and spiderwebbed. Anduin held his breath hoping this was a good portend and not a sign they had in fact destroyed Lady Raena instead. Then the stone started falling away. Piece by piece the rock fell away, smashing to smaller pieces on the polished stone floor. At last, there was none left at all. Lady Raena took a deep breath and all her limbs relaxed immediately.

“For how long?” Her voice was only audible to Varian who took her by the arm to steady her. “For how long was I trapped in that accursed prison?”

“Too long.” Tyrande answered in relief.

“Indeed…” Raena clasped a gem to her chest. “There is much to do. But for tonight, let us all rest.” She looked up at Anduin with grateful eyes. It didn’t seem like the same person who so angrily and bitterly spoke to him before.

“Yes. I have something of great interest to you, Lady Raena.”

“Very well. I looked forward to hearing from you.” With that, Raena gently freed herself from Varian’s grasp and turned towards the throne. “I have already asked so much of many of you. But it seems I will need to ask you for your strength once more if we are to rebuild the kingdom.” She looked directly into Anduin’s eyes. “I was right to call you here, even if my motives at the time were… wholly selfish. I hope you can forgive me.”

“I… really don’t know what to say. I will do my best to assist you in anyway I can, Lady Raena.” Though Anduin answered clearly and happily, Varian looked rather displeased…

#nexus fall #multichapter story #chapter one #heroes of the storm

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Learning of Jaina’s brother becoming a Forsaken

For a lovable anon. I admit that I have a lot of catching up to do, so my main source was, once again, the great Wowpedia. A summary for the poor sods like me who don’t play on offi servers (and don’t play at all any longer): Jaina has (at least) two brothers. One of them, Derek, had died at the seas during the Second War (Warcraft II) burned to death by red dragons controlled by the old Horde. Now his corpse had been fished out by the new Horde and Warchief Sylvanas raised him as a zombie.

Anduin: Ok, I haven’t said it before, I’ll say it now: I am fed up with this stupid war and everything and everyone being used as a weapon. I don’t give a damn who wins, can we just end it now? Please?

Ghost Varin: I am going to give him some ghostly giudance. Maybe it’ll make him feel better. If he is able to see me, that is.

The Council of Three Hammers:

Muradin: Wow, I sure am glad Magni is a diamond. Moira: Death is sacred. But then, Sylvanas is dead herself, nothing is sacred to her. Falstad: I think we are worryin’ head over heels for nuthin’ so far. Like sure, let’s be cautious, but ye never know who is going to decide he’s stayin’ on his family side even in death and stabs the Banshee-Bitch in stomach, eh?

Tyrande: I see. The Banshee-Warchief thinks she is a psychological-warfare mastermind, undermining our confidence by firing metaphorical arrows into our softest and most vulnerable emotions. First Teldrassil, now this. she fails to notice that she is just pissing everyone off. She will die by our rage.

Mekkatorque: I hate to be that guy, but shouldn’t he be decomposed, being what, 20 years underwater? Speaking of it, hasn’t he been scorched to ashes by dragon fire?

Velen: The amount of lost family members being found again is getting slightly ridiculous.

Genn: On a related note: Has anyone seen Liam’s corpse recently?

Aysa: There... will be consequences. I have hypothesized 42 possible outcomes so far and I don’t like any of them, not even the one with the wedding and cake.

Alleria: Sister dear... Have you a moment? What the holy fuck?

Turalyon: I take it all back. Can we fuck off right back to space, please? Right now would be awesome time to do so.

Jaina: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Thrall: I can hear Jaina screaming even here. Guys, we are fucked.

Spirit of Vol’jin: I be wonderin’... which loa had suggested dat Sylvanas be da right choice for da Warchief?

Ghost Garrosh: I offer a prophecy I ahve just pulled out of my ass: Windrunner is gonna get clocked by the Alliance soooo hard.

Baine: It will be alright. It will be alright. Inhale, exhale, have faith, don’t smash your head against the wall. Have faith in Windrunner, after all Vol’jin trusted her. She certainly knows what she is doing. It will all be alright.

Sylvanas: He’s absolutely pathetic. I don’t know what I was thinking, really.

Lor'themar: We should seriously into therapists. I think that being risen as undead has to be a very traumatic experience. Especially when it has been some time after your death. It’s a miracle the man’s holding it somewhat together.

Gallywix: Excuse me, I think I am going to throw up now.

Ji: Eh, He’ll get over that mental state, I think. He’ll figure out being not-dead is pretty awesome, and there are the perks he hasn’t got to worry about all the mortal things now too! I am only... slightly concerned that the Warchief will try to mind-control him somehow. Anyway, I can make a new friend now!

Thalyssra: Do we need more corpses around? Seriously? Couldn’t he be at least a bit more... aesthetically pleasing to eye?

Mayla: One thing that he is removed from the blessed cycle of the Nature and Earth. Another thing is that he is meant to be used as a weapon against his own family. Both those things are bad...

Geya’rah: If I had to choose between being dead and between fighting... I would like to at least have the choice.

Talanji: Is this what the Horde does? I did not sign up for this. The dead should be paid respect, they should be left in peace! Fury of Bwonsamdi will fall upon our heads!

Taedal: This is evil behaviour. I’ll have to tell Sylvanas about that. You know what happens to evil behaviour? Ends up as a raid trash mob feeder. Or a boss, if you’re lucky. But still you end up dying once a week for some shiny bauble. I changed jobs because of that. It’s a horrible fate, somebody ought to warn Sylvanas and that somebody is going to be me.

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