Hours of tireless trudging through the desolate, unforgiving snowblind had led up to this moment.
He ignored the exhausted protests of his muscles. He ignored the onset of hypothermia and malnourishment. He ignored the fact that his men had been left behind hours ago. Nothing could get in between him and his objective.
Euphoria overwhelmed his senses when the object he sought finally revealed itself in plain sight.
“Behold… our salvation…” Janderius’s voice practically trembled with the anticipation as he beheld the wondrous item before him.
His faithful travelling companion was the first one to stagger over to the sinister artifact rising out of the snow. A wary hand dusted the coating of fresh powder off of the altar to read its inscription.
“Hold, lad… It’s a warning.” His companion swallowed hard before continuing. “It says… ‘Whomsoever takes up this blade shall definitely be able to defeat Sielic Trugran, specifically. Just as the blade has the power to fucking wreck the shit out of its foes, so shall it also thoroughly own its wielder.’ Oh, I should have known. This blade is cursed! Let’s get the hell out of here!” The dwarf began to back away from the weapon’s pedestal with a horrified look in his eye.
Jander wasn’t as easily swayed by the warning. Purposeful footsteps only brought him closer to the altar as his eyes remained focused on the prize it presented. “I will gladly bear any curse, to protect my comrades.”
“Leave it be, Janderius.” Muradin’s tone and gaze were filled with as much stern determination as they could muster as he tried to appeal to the mage’s sense of reason. “Forget this business and go have a sandwich instead.”
Jander merely shook his head and took another step closer to the legendary blade. His long blonde locks had to be swept out of his face so that he could see the object of his desire more clearly. His trusty greathammer was cast aside without a second thought, leaving a deep indent in the snow where it landed.
At the other end of the cavern, Garrosh Hellscream tried on dresses and Anduin Lothar gleefully slapped the belly of a giggling ogre. Jander didn’t take any issue with those sights, they didn’t seem out of place to him at all.
“Damn your sandwich!” The mage-adin declared with a dramatic, sweeping gesture. “Nothing shall prevent me from killing my old friend, other old friend. Not even you…”
The epic orchestral soundtrack swelled as his near-frostbitten fingers slowly curled around Frostmourne’s hilt.
Janderius woke with a start. It took longer for him to figure out that he’d been dreaming than he was proud of.
He seems to only have like two posts about him. What's his story? What's his personality like? The basic stuff.
Buruke is one of the first characters I ever created on tumblr back when I ran under a different alias. It’s nice to know people still remember him! He doesn’t have much story behind him, he never really got developed in that way.
The basics I did have nailed out were that he was 25 years old at the time and an apprentice to a shaman in the earthen ring. He would go on emissary missions to Pandaria to earn his keep with the order helping to research the land since at the time it was different than the continents that were already familiar in Azeroth.
Buruke couldn’t speak to the land like he could in Kalimdor, Northern Kingdoms etc. and so sought to try and develop a communion with it. In the process, his over-zealousness and devotion to his research ended up opening himself up to be corrupted by the Sha, so he spent a lot of time indisposed and trying to find ways to purge himself.
By birth Buruke is a Darkspear/ Zandalar mutt, a bastard child with suggested ties to the Zandalar troll tribe in Pandaria/ Isle of thunder. It was meant for a little added flavor and I did have illustrations of his father done but I’d really have to dig to find those.
Personality wise Buruke is a very introspective and contemplative character. He takes pleasures in the most mundane of things enjoying time alone spent in meditation just as much as in the humbling company of friends and loved ones. He is the type of character who would see the light at the end of the tunnel in a dark situation and reflect thoroughly and really invest time into a difficult decision before making one. He is decisive and tranquil minded and most of all very difficult to anger.
Sorry there isn’t much on him, but I’ll be happy to post more up as I think of it!
Good bye almost dead Earthen Ring that died a slow death during the middle of WoD, hello Wyrmrest Accord where there are actual PEOPLE IN THE CLASS HALL! Not just one or two or a very small handful in the evening, but lots of people! Before I could run around the paladin class hall and take screenshots and emote all I want without really bothering anyone it was so empty. I’ve been wanting to do this transfer for Vaard for a long time now, so thank you for the sale that made me jump on the server hop!
With a bit more information now out and about concering the Battle for Azeroth expansion plus the retirement of a few choice characters. I realize that an update might be in order and I’m looking to get these characters out and about. All have their respective pages and follows will come from this particular bloggle hub.
There is a section on this oddly named blog for characters that have been shelved and should you ever request their presence or have a specific ask, please don’t hesitate to shoot it my way!
Tilu the Pale :
Likeness: Gisele Bundchen ( Facial structure and height )
Name: Tilu of the Earthen Ring, the Pale
Race:Draenei ( MU )
Faction Affiliations: Alliance Only
Type/Calling/Profession:Elementalist of the Earthen Ring, specializing in Earth and Water. Known as a defender of bears and a speculative individual when it comes to Naaru.
Akati - Drifter, Earthen Ring Shaman, Former Mother
Since the first war and onwards she had seen her family get picked off and slaughtered one by one. By the third, her mate and youngest son were all that was left. Both died in the frozen hellscape.
By this time, she had all but packed up and left the Horde and touted to become a drifter. But the Cataclysm struck and she found herself stuck between a cliff and a burrow. Stuck there for weeks. Water from the rains, and animals or insects from the ground gave her enough to sustain herself. All until she had enough strength to claw her way out as the burrow cracked open more and more with the ever shifting earth.
She grew a respect for earth and water from that day forth as both provided for her in her time of need. By the time the Cataclysm was over, she had made her way to Pandaria. Not to fight, but to find herself. And there she spent a good long time in the bask of it’s nature and glory. Living off the land and enjoying the company of the good people.
But seeing the Legion come to the shores of even Pandaria, she knew she had to fight. If she were to find comfort anywhere, she had to get mad. She had to fight for that right. So she joined the earthen ring and threw her talents in as a mender and an elementalist to help stop the Legion.
Attention World of Warcraft Players of the Role Playing Servers.
If your character was part of the Argent Crusade PLEASE provide with their name (In character name), their Transmog set as well as what they look like under any helm they may be wearing. Small descriptions are a bonus on height, how they look, any facial scars, unique eye color, etc.
Depending the amount of replies/reblogs/messages I get will depend how huge this project is going to be. Each person will be credited for their character being used in this project.
Also add in Server your character is on so I can put you in the credits with it.
Okonto Grimtotem and his new mentor, Nahutu, stood side-by-side as they observed the completion of a ritual. Braziers filled with red-hot coals lined the summoning circle. It had been months since Okonto ventured into the wilderness alone to seek his new master. Since then, his power had grown tenfold. He could halt the wind, conjure rising tides from the water, cause the earth to buck and heave, and bring forth firestorms from a single ember. He gained knowledge and lore, power that even the most adept of the Earthen Ring believed to be forgotten or unknown. The neophyte who cowered in his tent was no more, now replaced with an elementalist of devastating force.
Okonto glanced over to Nahutu. In a way, the strange old shaman was like a father figure to him. He did not judge him for his weakness, nor did he ever mock him for his failures. He encouraged him, understood his fears, guided him every step of the way to greatness.
Of all the writing tragedies Blizz has done, I think one of the worst was never letting the Horde live up to its potential as a melting pot of different races. Like, the Alliance is…an alliance. But The Horde is Family ™, man, and there’s so much space for cultural cross pollination and other wonderous things.
Im also kinda bitter that we never really saw goblins, trolls, tauren, blood elves patrolling Orgrimmar. I’d loved to have seen them in the Kor'kron. Maybe we’ll see that with Vol'jin as Warchief, if he decides to try and redeem the organization.
But can’t you just imagine something like this?
The Earthen Ring and the Cenarion Circle, flush off their victory of reclaiming the Plaguelands, now come to retake the Ghostlands. To purge the last holds of the Scourge and the Plague from Azeroth. And they peel it away, acre by acre. It takes time, lots of it, and while they work, people come to help, to watch. Tranquillen EXPLODES with people, traders and scholars and logistics people just there to support the cleansing effort. And the Sindorei stand and watch with wonder - so much delight and happy tears, and so many painful ones - as their land comes back.
But its so empty. So many of the families and grand estates that occupied those lands are ghosts now, slaughtered to the last. There’s nobody there to reclaim it all. Except for all the traders, the visitors, and people looking to restart lives far away from Orgrimmar. And there’s a lot of empty land, more than what the Sindorei could ever hope to reasonably occupy with their numbers. So Silvermoon offers deeds in exchange for gold to fill their depleted coffers and people start to come by the scores, setting up communities to farm the fertile land, to fish the full rivers, to bring shipments up and down the Elrendar River to the goblin steamboats waiting to haul the art, the furniture, the clothes, the weapons all being made inside Silvermoon or the burgeoning trade town of Tranquillen to Kalimdor.
It becomes this massive pile up of different Horde races. The trolls settle along the river and teach their neighbors how to fill their nets with dozens of fish at a time, versus plucking them one by one with a fishing line. The tauren bring their wind-powered mills and grind the golden wheat they grow into flour and bake into earthy, hearty breads that become staples of the local diet. Refugee orcs come and bring their smithing craft to the forges where they argue and fuss with elven smiths over power verses finesse, sturdiness against portability, and just how many enchantments you can inscribe into plain, good steel before it comes apart. The Forsaken bring their alchemy studies, but instead of brewing plague, a foundling medical academy springs up next door to the Sanctum of the Sun, where chemistry is wielded in tandem with magic to cure ills and repair injuries. And the goblins? Oh the goblins have never been happier, with their pockets lined with taxes and fees on the products coming out of the former Ghostlands, renamed Summerlands, and the Sunsail Anchorage is having to be expanded AGAIN to fit all the ships requesting harbor.
The races pile up on top one another in this strange, mish-mash, jumble of a community, filling out the vacant estates with villages and farms and families everywhere. The Dead Scar, even cleansed of its Scourge taint, is still barren and infertile soil. So its paved into a wide, white stone highway, going from Thalassian Pass straight to the new gate where the Ruins of Silvermoon have been rebuilt. Names of victims, of whole lineages, are magically inscribed into each flagstone, a memorial full of sad memory and wondrous hope.
Orgimmar remains the military and logistics center of the Horde, its airtowers shuttling members of the Horde across Azeroth. But Silvermoon is the cultural and artistic center, now. Schools of learning, new industry, and a culture clash that’s created some of the best cuisine north of Pandaria. (“Tallstrider kababs! Tauren vegetables! Sin'dorei glaze! Cooked over orcish smoke pit with goblin tech and served with troll rice! Come and get ‘em!”) And a whole generation of Horde grows up under those trees calling tauren, trolls, elves, Forsaken, orcs, and pandaren “neighbor” and “friend”.
Its the answer to a question Lor'themar never knew he had. A question he’d been struggling with in the background of all the strife and madness of his life since he took up the mantle of Ranger General. How to bring their people back to glory, how to rebuild Silvermoon, how to recover from all the treachery. Come to find out, he didn’t need to do much at all.
It was the answer that Vol'jin had been looking for, how to reweave the bonds of fellowship between what had become hated enemies. To make the Horde strong again. To make the promise that he, Thrall and Cairne had made in the red dust of Durotar a life ago. (“Cairne would be happy,” Thrall rumbled as his daughter reached for a long loop of his beard again, “happiest of all of us, I imagine.”) This was that promise made real, a truly united Horde, in every sense of the word.
What is your OCs opinion of the Horde? What do they think of their current warchief? How did they react to the news of Vol’jin’s death?
Zu’ihji has neutral feelings about the horde. She’s horde-aligned due to her ties with the Earthen Ring and the horde military. She’s not a fan of undead, Slyvanas has raised her eyebrows but she doesn’t let it affect her day-to-day life.
Vol’jin’s death was… Startling, but not upsetting. Trolls die. It’s normal to Zu’ihji… She’s had alot of death in her life. (Orphan)
Twilight Jasmine: What's a secret about your character few people know? bish, take your pick of a character bish
Tilu the Pale, Shamaness of the Earthen Ring and Protector of Bears, was physically dragged onto the Exodar by guards as she refused to leave her husband’s body behind. After witnessing his demise at the hands of a summoned Infernal, she was forcefully knocked out with a blow to the back of the head to keep her quiet as she had already taken down four of the designated Peacekeepers.
let’s be honest, she’s going to get what’s coming to her. she’s got two of her sisters out for her icky coagulated blood for defecting to the horde, and she’s shown to be far too reckless and vengeful. and we all know who the new warchief will be when that day comes.
thrall? he’s still got business with the earthen ring to take care of, not to mention a wife and baby. though he’ll probably be instrumental in deciding the next warchief.
varok? look at what happened the last time a bloodthirsty war hero was given the mantle of warchief. nobody wants another garrosh on their hands.
baine? he’s capable, but young, brash, inexperienced.
lor’themar? it’s possible, but after sylvanas, are we really going to get another elf warchief so soon?
ji? the pandaren are new and mostly untested, and it’s impossible to tell who among their number might be alliance saboteurs.
no, there’s only one true candidate. one elected to their role by thrall himself, who has a comprehensive history of shrewd leadership capabilities and a wealth of resources at their disposal - like, you know, wealth