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#32
#33
Burn the house down Ark. It's your only choice.
#34
Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
June 12, 2016, 03:30:15 AM
Five minute undead sketch. Photo with potato camera.
#37
The Campfire / Cannonfire(2)
June 07, 2016, 08:32:26 AM
Sakinra turned back towards the strange city of the the Tol'vir, its tall sandstone walls protecting it from the elements. The warm nights winds carried the scent of the lake and rivers, masking the bitter sting of the sand blown across the vast deserts. The Soft grasses and earth between her toes.
Each step felt so heavy, as if her feet were made of clay, legs bound in stone, struggling to move forwards, every fibre of her being wanting to turn back and undo what she had done.
Rubbing the palm of her hand over her face, she prepared to step once more into the braziers light. Wrapping her arms around her chest. She lifted her head, standing proud.
She was Warsong. Not some snivelling pup. When it came to it. Warsong would always do what had to be done.
The Ramkahen guardian raised his spear, watching the Orcess as she passed. Before looking back the way she had come. There was the figure of another, silhouetted against the moonlight on the lakes surface.
It had to be done.
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She ran, screaming laughter breaking from her lips. Her hair streaming out behind her like a river's flow, fire wild in her eyes as she found her stride, getting faster and faster as the barren soil blurred beneath her feet.
"Come on! Keep Up!"
Glancing over her shoulder, Okram was struggling. A film of sweat formed on his skin. Frostwolves truely did struggle with the heat. She could hear his breath. He was faltering. She glanced behind him.
"Saki! We can't out run them!"
The dust was rising across the plains of the barrens. The violent war-cries in the distance, the sound of thunder growing louder.
"Not with that attitude! We all know Frostwolves can't run as fast!"
She slowed enough to graps his hand before plunging forwards, dragging him on. Under her other arm she kept tight hold of her prize. The Kolkar chest.
"You're... going.... to.... get us.... killed..."
"You Wish Okram!"
She flashed him a grin, and looked towards the Crossroads in the distance. Rising above the barricades was the watchtower. Behind them the Kolkar raiding party was gaining ground. A spear flew past the two whelplings and buried itself into the ground a few yards ahead.
Maybe they couldn't out-run them.
But then she wasn't counting on being able to out-run them, she was counting on-
- There - the horns rang out, the sweetest sound, barely able to hear it over the closing Thunder. The roar of the guards called to arms, barked orders as the town braced for the oncoming assault. Defenders flooded out of the gates, to put themselves between the two whelps and the thundering hooves of the Centaur.
Sakinra and Okram passed through the gates, before they were slammed shut behind them. The sound of battle and bloodshed raged on the other side.
"See. Told you it'd be fine."
Okram stared at her, speechless. He yanked his hand free, shaking his head at her.
"You're going to get yourself killed Saki. That's fine. Just don't make me watch, I don't need a front row seat."
She snorted a laugh.
"You don't get rid of me that easy. Really, Okram... Ok-"
He'd already walked off. She sighed. Turning her attention back to the Chest under one arm.
"Let's see what you've got hm?"
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There was a crunch.
Then a sickly, squelching movement. Bone beneath skin. Muscle ripped.
Something was bubbling, between her ribs. Rippling upwards only to run down her flesh, hot and wet.
Pressure, a great weight on her chest, her arms. Holding her down.
She tried to move, and couldn't.
She tried to open her eyes.
And couldn't.
This wasn't right.
Something wasn't right.
Her eyes flickered open, the ceiling of the tavern blurred above her. Srelok Grimtide swam through her vision.
Words muffled and inaudible were drowned out by screaming.
Her view shifted.
An Orc she couldn't remember the name of was pinning her. Rhonya seemed to be nearby.
Her jaw ached.
She tried to move, but they held her down.
The screaming was deafaning. It drowned out everything else.
Then the pain hit her.
Drowning out all other thought, it flowed like lava through her veins.
It was her screaming, her throat shredded and bloodied by the force of her own howls as her ribs were pulled back into place.
Her blood running from the dagger embedded in her chest, allowing her to breathe.
All eyes watched her in fear and concern as they battled to save her.
She reached out, grasping for anyone, her hand seeking another.
It closed around someone's arm.
She clung on. Desperate for a point of reference. Not understanding, so afraid.
Her hand was peeled from the arm. Held in the soothing grasp of another.
Everything shifted again. Srelok left, to be replaced with Rhonya. Her soothing words, her quiet voice calming. The pain dulled.
Everything blurred once more
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Crouched behind the inn Sakinra focused on her task. The 'borrowed' blacksmith's tools crammed into the lock of the chest making metallic grinding noises as they were churned. The sounds of the earlier battle had long since dimmed.
"Come on... come on..."
She had her back to the road. Trusting the stabled worgs nearby to alert her to anyone nearby. Sakinra yelped as she was hauled backwards by the straps of her harness. Kicking and squirming she fought to see her attacker.
The low, menacing laughter rolled behind her.
"Feisty one isn't she? Fetch what she was working on."
She watched as a large Orc pass her and bend down to pick up the chest and tools. He looked back to her.
"Ho ho, what have you got here? These look like Traugh's. He's been wandering around asking after them. Apprentice is no use without his tools."
"A thief and a trouble maker?"
"I'm not a thief! I was just borrow-"
Her words cut short as she was dropped to the ground, before she could pick herself up, the Orc had hold of her throat and lifted her, until she was nose to nose with him. Legs dangling. She grasped his wrist, trying to pull his fingers from around her neck and stop herself choking.
"Listen Whelp. Arguing is only going to make it wor-"
His words were cut short, and morphed into a pained snarl as the young Orcess's foot kicked out harshly, finding its mark in his crotch. As his grip loosened around her neck, she took advantage, pulling her head back enough to be able to bite him. He yowled in pain and dropped her and she sprinted for the gates.
"Stop Her!"
The second Orc roared, lumbering after her with the chest.
No one could beat her for speed over a hundred yards, she knew that. Certainly not with a head-start.
There was a hiss, and a sting of pain. Sakinra looked at her shoulder, her eyes focused blearily on the feathered dart sticking out of her shoulder. Hula'mahi stood in the distance, lowering his blow pipe.
"Ligh's ou' mon."
Sakinra opened her mouth to protest and crashed into the barren earth.
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"Path of Strength is made of the Nag'Ogar. The tribes Battle hardened Iron Guard, and the Rosh'tul, it's Warleaders, and well, we're the backbone of the tribe. We break, the tribe breaks. We have to make our strength theirs, to care for them, protect them, defend them. We are the tribes shield, giving our bodies and our lives for the Tribe. I'd die for every one of you, without a Second thought. Does that answer your question?"
Sakinra wrapped an arm around her knees, watching the breeze move the woven fabric shades, high on the walls of Ramkahen, protecting the alley below. She listened to Lom'rak talk, nodding slowly.
"Any other questions about it?"
"What's the best part of it?"
"I get to do what I do best, for a good reason."
She smiles briefly, nodding at that one. Ex Kor'kron knew all about the importance of having a good reason.
"And the worst part?"
Lom'rak remained quiet for a moment, considering his answer.
"Not feeling like I have time for a family, and if I had one, not feeling like I'd give enough time for them. The tribe would always come first."
"Fair answers. Thank you. Would you recommend this path, to a New Blood?"
The grizzled orc set his gaze on her, weighing her up.
"I would not have chosen it, if I did not think it was worth choosing. What about you? Why do you want to walk this path?"
Sakinra laughed softly, the movement bringing only the slightest wince these days from her bruises.
"That's not decided yet whether I will for certain. I'm still finding out about each path. But in truth it's likely. If I did, it'd be because it's what I've always done. What I'm trained for..."
She trailed off.
"We are the tribes shield, giving our bodies and our lives for the Tribe. I'd die for every one of you, without a Second thought."
His words echoed in her mind. She had always feared death. All Warsong, all orcs to some extent, wished for a good death, a warriors death. But she had feared it, like a cornered wolf, snarling and snapping at the brandished torch. The more frightened it is, the more dangerous it became.
Images rose, memories of sending Izeira off with her Worg, making sure the girl got away and didn't have to watch her die helplessly. They almost felt like a story she'd been told, like they belonged to someone else.
She had been so sure she was going to meet her ancestors, doing her small part for the tribe, albeit substantially sooner than she'd wanted, she had found not fear, but a quiet acceptance and peace.
She'd been surprised how willingly she'd slipped into that path. How she had been prepared to give her life for the tribe.
Without a second thought.
And then, she hadn't.
She'd awoken in blinding pain and confusion as the menders and healers battled to save her life.
In the end leaving her with only bruises.
She had been given life back. It made sense to her now, that it would be spent protecting those who'd saved her.
Each step felt so heavy, as if her feet were made of clay, legs bound in stone, struggling to move forwards, every fibre of her being wanting to turn back and undo what she had done.
Rubbing the palm of her hand over her face, she prepared to step once more into the braziers light. Wrapping her arms around her chest. She lifted her head, standing proud.
She was Warsong. Not some snivelling pup. When it came to it. Warsong would always do what had to be done.
The Ramkahen guardian raised his spear, watching the Orcess as she passed. Before looking back the way she had come. There was the figure of another, silhouetted against the moonlight on the lakes surface.
It had to be done.
------------------------------------
She ran, screaming laughter breaking from her lips. Her hair streaming out behind her like a river's flow, fire wild in her eyes as she found her stride, getting faster and faster as the barren soil blurred beneath her feet.
"Come on! Keep Up!"
Glancing over her shoulder, Okram was struggling. A film of sweat formed on his skin. Frostwolves truely did struggle with the heat. She could hear his breath. He was faltering. She glanced behind him.
"Saki! We can't out run them!"
The dust was rising across the plains of the barrens. The violent war-cries in the distance, the sound of thunder growing louder.
"Not with that attitude! We all know Frostwolves can't run as fast!"
She slowed enough to graps his hand before plunging forwards, dragging him on. Under her other arm she kept tight hold of her prize. The Kolkar chest.
"You're... going.... to.... get us.... killed..."
"You Wish Okram!"
She flashed him a grin, and looked towards the Crossroads in the distance. Rising above the barricades was the watchtower. Behind them the Kolkar raiding party was gaining ground. A spear flew past the two whelplings and buried itself into the ground a few yards ahead.
Maybe they couldn't out-run them.
But then she wasn't counting on being able to out-run them, she was counting on-
- There - the horns rang out, the sweetest sound, barely able to hear it over the closing Thunder. The roar of the guards called to arms, barked orders as the town braced for the oncoming assault. Defenders flooded out of the gates, to put themselves between the two whelps and the thundering hooves of the Centaur.
Sakinra and Okram passed through the gates, before they were slammed shut behind them. The sound of battle and bloodshed raged on the other side.
"See. Told you it'd be fine."
Okram stared at her, speechless. He yanked his hand free, shaking his head at her.
"You're going to get yourself killed Saki. That's fine. Just don't make me watch, I don't need a front row seat."
She snorted a laugh.
"You don't get rid of me that easy. Really, Okram... Ok-"
He'd already walked off. She sighed. Turning her attention back to the Chest under one arm.
"Let's see what you've got hm?"
------------------------------------
There was a crunch.
Then a sickly, squelching movement. Bone beneath skin. Muscle ripped.
Something was bubbling, between her ribs. Rippling upwards only to run down her flesh, hot and wet.
Pressure, a great weight on her chest, her arms. Holding her down.
She tried to move, and couldn't.
She tried to open her eyes.
And couldn't.
This wasn't right.
Something wasn't right.
Her eyes flickered open, the ceiling of the tavern blurred above her. Srelok Grimtide swam through her vision.
Words muffled and inaudible were drowned out by screaming.
Her view shifted.
An Orc she couldn't remember the name of was pinning her. Rhonya seemed to be nearby.
Her jaw ached.
She tried to move, but they held her down.
The screaming was deafaning. It drowned out everything else.
Then the pain hit her.
Drowning out all other thought, it flowed like lava through her veins.
It was her screaming, her throat shredded and bloodied by the force of her own howls as her ribs were pulled back into place.
Her blood running from the dagger embedded in her chest, allowing her to breathe.
All eyes watched her in fear and concern as they battled to save her.
She reached out, grasping for anyone, her hand seeking another.
It closed around someone's arm.
She clung on. Desperate for a point of reference. Not understanding, so afraid.
Her hand was peeled from the arm. Held in the soothing grasp of another.
Everything shifted again. Srelok left, to be replaced with Rhonya. Her soothing words, her quiet voice calming. The pain dulled.
Everything blurred once more
------------------------------------
Crouched behind the inn Sakinra focused on her task. The 'borrowed' blacksmith's tools crammed into the lock of the chest making metallic grinding noises as they were churned. The sounds of the earlier battle had long since dimmed.
"Come on... come on..."
She had her back to the road. Trusting the stabled worgs nearby to alert her to anyone nearby. Sakinra yelped as she was hauled backwards by the straps of her harness. Kicking and squirming she fought to see her attacker.
The low, menacing laughter rolled behind her.
"Feisty one isn't she? Fetch what she was working on."
She watched as a large Orc pass her and bend down to pick up the chest and tools. He looked back to her.
"Ho ho, what have you got here? These look like Traugh's. He's been wandering around asking after them. Apprentice is no use without his tools."
"A thief and a trouble maker?"
"I'm not a thief! I was just borrow-"
Her words cut short as she was dropped to the ground, before she could pick herself up, the Orc had hold of her throat and lifted her, until she was nose to nose with him. Legs dangling. She grasped his wrist, trying to pull his fingers from around her neck and stop herself choking.
"Listen Whelp. Arguing is only going to make it wor-"
His words were cut short, and morphed into a pained snarl as the young Orcess's foot kicked out harshly, finding its mark in his crotch. As his grip loosened around her neck, she took advantage, pulling her head back enough to be able to bite him. He yowled in pain and dropped her and she sprinted for the gates.
"Stop Her!"
The second Orc roared, lumbering after her with the chest.
No one could beat her for speed over a hundred yards, she knew that. Certainly not with a head-start.
There was a hiss, and a sting of pain. Sakinra looked at her shoulder, her eyes focused blearily on the feathered dart sticking out of her shoulder. Hula'mahi stood in the distance, lowering his blow pipe.
"Ligh's ou' mon."
Sakinra opened her mouth to protest and crashed into the barren earth.
------------------------------------
"Path of Strength is made of the Nag'Ogar. The tribes Battle hardened Iron Guard, and the Rosh'tul, it's Warleaders, and well, we're the backbone of the tribe. We break, the tribe breaks. We have to make our strength theirs, to care for them, protect them, defend them. We are the tribes shield, giving our bodies and our lives for the Tribe. I'd die for every one of you, without a Second thought. Does that answer your question?"
Sakinra wrapped an arm around her knees, watching the breeze move the woven fabric shades, high on the walls of Ramkahen, protecting the alley below. She listened to Lom'rak talk, nodding slowly.
"Any other questions about it?"
"What's the best part of it?"
"I get to do what I do best, for a good reason."
She smiles briefly, nodding at that one. Ex Kor'kron knew all about the importance of having a good reason.
"And the worst part?"
Lom'rak remained quiet for a moment, considering his answer.
"Not feeling like I have time for a family, and if I had one, not feeling like I'd give enough time for them. The tribe would always come first."
"Fair answers. Thank you. Would you recommend this path, to a New Blood?"
The grizzled orc set his gaze on her, weighing her up.
"I would not have chosen it, if I did not think it was worth choosing. What about you? Why do you want to walk this path?"
Sakinra laughed softly, the movement bringing only the slightest wince these days from her bruises.
"That's not decided yet whether I will for certain. I'm still finding out about each path. But in truth it's likely. If I did, it'd be because it's what I've always done. What I'm trained for..."
She trailed off.
"We are the tribes shield, giving our bodies and our lives for the Tribe. I'd die for every one of you, without a Second thought."
His words echoed in her mind. She had always feared death. All Warsong, all orcs to some extent, wished for a good death, a warriors death. But she had feared it, like a cornered wolf, snarling and snapping at the brandished torch. The more frightened it is, the more dangerous it became.
Images rose, memories of sending Izeira off with her Worg, making sure the girl got away and didn't have to watch her die helplessly. They almost felt like a story she'd been told, like they belonged to someone else.
She had been so sure she was going to meet her ancestors, doing her small part for the tribe, albeit substantially sooner than she'd wanted, she had found not fear, but a quiet acceptance and peace.
She'd been surprised how willingly she'd slipped into that path. How she had been prepared to give her life for the tribe.
Without a second thought.
And then, she hadn't.
She'd awoken in blinding pain and confusion as the menders and healers battled to save her life.
In the end leaving her with only bruises.
She had been given life back. It made sense to her now, that it would be spent protecting those who'd saved her.
#38
Quote from: Groshnok on June 07, 2016, 03:55:14 AMQuote from: Regorn on June 06, 2016, 10:22:08 PM
Bloody cheese, someone have already written a Avatar: Last airbender crossover fanfic with Overwatch
in my new overwatch/avatar fanfiction, aang airbends all of widowmakers clothes off in the heat of battle, leading to a shocking discovery! a hilarious tale of two foes turned lovers ensues as the pair embark on an adventure across the world to get to zuko in time to stop him from being assassinated. Rated M. WARNING: FUTA. DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT! pls only kind reviews
Sounds like some good quality well written plot driven erotica to me.
./still a better filth book than 50shades
#39
Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
June 07, 2016, 02:23:46 AM
Holy shit thats awesome.
Do you do Orcesses?
Do you do Orcesses?
#40
2: For singing let it go - Disney cant sue me I have nothing - and turning my council house into an ice palace. Would also freeze all of captain alcoholic upstairs drinks because he's an ass.
#41
Notice Board / Re: Ignite the forges
June 06, 2016, 07:15:40 PM
*scrawls a note beneath*
Can I add another four of Elementium to this?
I'd go find them myself but I think the menders would kill me.
-Rageheart
Can I add another four of Elementium to this?
I'd go find them myself but I think the menders would kill me.
-Rageheart
#42
Game Related / Re: The Going Away / AFK Thread
June 06, 2016, 07:12:07 PM
So Sorry Grosh. Sending hugs, best wishes and strength your way - If you ever need to vent I'm fairly sure anyone in the guild will happily lend ears (or eyes) - or a Willing distraction in Wow. Hang in there.
xxx
xxx
#43
Off Topic / Re: Art Section and creations!
June 05, 2016, 04:32:34 PM
Welcome Raaja! Good to have you with us, generally and on the forums.
Loving the character concept art. Wish I could draw like that. Keep up the good work and keep posting, always good to see more pictures
Loving the character concept art. Wish I could draw like that. Keep up the good work and keep posting, always good to see more pictures
#44
Quote from: Arkail on June 04, 2016, 09:27:29 PM
Anyways how do you teach someone to be a demon hunter?
You show them a demon-stration.
*wafts hand*
carry on
#45
Quote from: Arkail on June 04, 2016, 07:09:12 PM
And sip some warm tea/water and lemon Sakrina
Have no lemon. Working on the Tea. Mostly trying to field small children. Wondering how early is too early to put them to bed, and if I can change the clocks in the house without them realising
