Lord Nixalegos Felscythe, Nethermancer. Located on Moon Guard, as well as inspirational posts.
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"Is that an Arathi expression? It's still strange hearing their tongue. Bits of Thalassian. Bits of Common. A language just a handsbreathe away from being understandable." Came the hooded mans voice as the old warrior was marching along the road to the West. He was just...THERE. Like a demon in the stories about crossroads and secret words. But in the wrong place, and the wrong words. "We were you know, Expected to meet a lot more west of here." He said dryly as he stepped in line and still walked with Voldrin. "Before you get jumpy and assume it's a trap, there is VERY limited ways into Hallowfall, and the locals are very bad about looking up for scrying eyes. You'd think with such sweeping arches and caves they'd be better about that." He said dryly, holding up a placated metal clad hand. "And with so much attention pulled away to K'aresh now, it's not like there is a deluge of unfamiliar visitors to Hallowfall. So. How exactly are you and that body-hopping witch connected?" He asked, all charm, the placating hand rolled for them to elaborate. "My enemies enemy claimed you would be a capable sort against the local cult of madmen and doomed souls. So I assume you're the muscle? She the brains?" He inquired. "Or is this a dirty works done out of debt scenario, or something other?" He then asked, casually sussing out possibilities between this old face and the 'other'. @anunendinggaze
Meeting under Midnight
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The flattery and prose was still in their voice, but he figured to drop the issue with their apology. No, what was more interesting was the fact the old man, the puppet, was sweating. Was it just heat causing the body to perform autonomous reactions to stimuli? Or was it stress. Flight or fight from the mind still trapped inside its shell of meat and bone being denied either option. How much of their fingers tremors and shakes was damaged nerve endings, and not the vain struggle to gain control of their own appendages? Was the choice of language and mannerism a natural affectation? Or was it a scrappers methods. Using what you had at hand. Duct taping what wouldn't hold together. He resisted the urge to flick the power switch built into his armor, denied himself the opportunity to throw a wrench in their works just to see how their strings could be cut. That particular nasty little pairing of mechanical trickery saved for a rainy day. He had bigger wrenches to hurl. "This antique of yours. I'll meet with them. Three nights time. The West-most Signaling Lighthouse." He said with a equally respectful nod as they have been giving. Far from the farms and vulnerable civilian populace. Just in case. @anunendinggaze
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'this looks like the perfect place to take a nap'

"I'm going to be honest with you, it looks like every other jungle coastline I've ever had the displeasure of being on." He said as he secured the dingy they'd made shore on. His heavy boots and armor seemed to have more sand clinging to it then they should have. "So for the hundredth time, you're positive this sunken redoubt had those Mogu runes etched into the walls?" He said looking directly into the foreboding canopy of lush trees. "...Because that red gem sticking out of the tree at our three o'clock is a bloodstone." The warcry of Quilboar scouts echoed moments later. Followed by an arrow that narrowly missed the hooded man by a foot. @tu-tusk
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"You've your parasite to contend with, I have my own to keep chained down." He said as he lifted the canteen to his lips. The risk of poison or sabotage apparently less of a bother then the need of getting the sensation of liquid past his lips. "Or worse, it means I'm in trouble in the past or the future." He added without context, the canteen offered back, while the other was already moving for his belt. Belt strapped canisters were opened, combat injection potions in durable single use syringes were withdrawn. Slotted up to metal rings woven into his felweave with one hand that at first glance seemed ornamental, but she'd realize was a perfect way to line up under less then optimal conditions like blood loss or worse. His exposed lips twitching as the potions were forced into his bloodsteam and the spent canister was returned to his belt. "They don't talk about the burden of using fel magic, most don't live long enough to have to cope with it. Live fast, burn bright, die screaming...live past that, and you need to start needing to cope with your damaged parts. Going two hundred into my four hundreds into my eights." To which he chuckled. "Most feed off others. It's the rational thing to do. Drain life. Drain years. Buy time. Be beautiful. Be healthy. Not me though." He chuckled. "No I had to be stupid, have principles and give a shit." @drunkenworgen
just give me five minutes to sit down.
"I need to stop and rest" prompts
(Accepting!)
"Y'alrigh' there, mate? Y'look paler'n me, an' 'at's sayin' somethin'." Gin picked her way back down to where he'd chosen as his seat, carefully making her way through the dense vegetation and rocks. "Mos'ly 'cause ah can only see part 'f yer face," she teased, unable to resist.
Stopping in front of him, she'd drop to a crouch and offer him her canteen of water. "Y'don' strike me as someone who'd get winded by a simple stroll through through th'woods like this." After he accepted her canteen, Gin would stand, only to sit against a tree opposite him, watching him curiously.
( @nixalegos )
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For Lord Felscythe, the battle was to save existence. For everything he loved. Everything that ever would be. For Negatrax, Displaced and Disgraced former Duke of Dimensius, It was personal.
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This is Shataakh, a void elf warlock owned by @meet-the-far who I drew for artfight. I love this character design so much and it was by far my favorite artfight piece I made last month. I don’t think they’re super active on Tumblr anymore so you can find them on bluesky (meetthefar.bsky.social) or on their own site (meetthefar.carrd.co) or on artfight (MeetTheFar). Their art is amazing so definitely check them out.
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"I NEED TO STOP AND REST" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for taking a break, adjust as necessary
give me a minute to catch my breath.
you go on without me.
i'll just be a minute.
we should camp here.
i don't think i can take another step.
you're falling asleep standing up.
i think we should stop for a while.
we can't fight them if we're exhausted.
it's time for a break.
we'll pick this up tomorrow.
you need to rest. that's an order.
you're going to fall over.
i don't think i can take much more of this.
sit down before you hurt yourself.
you're going to tear those stitches right open if you don't stop.
i need you to stop and listen to me.
you can't save anyone if you're exhausted.
you need your rest.
i'm not asking you to sleep, i'm telling you.
pushing it won't do you any good.
we'll take turns keeping watch.
tell them we'll make camp here.
i'm stopping to rest. you can keep going.
sit down before you hurt yourself.
you'll pull a muscle if you don't stop.
listen to me. you have to take a break.
i'm out of breath.
just give me five minutes to sit down.
i'll be fine with some rest.
let me sleep for a while and then we can go on.
i won't do any good if i'm exhausted.
you won't save anyone if you're like this.
slow down.
you're just making it worse by not stopping.
you'll work yourself half to death.
i'm not letting you do this.
when are you going to think of yourself?
break time's over.
you'll just make your injury worse.
i'll keep watch while you sleep.
you need your sleep just as much as i do.
we have to be at our best if we want to save them.
at least take a five minute break.
give yourself some time to collect yourself.
i insist you take a break.
i can't go on.
i'll pass out if i keep at it.
never thought i'd be the one saying this, but i need to stop.
sleep would be great.
i'll just close my eyes for a few minutes.
wake me when it's over.
tell me when we're getting ready to leave.
this looks like the perfect place to take a nap.
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u can always give a character fangs and sharp teeth. for no reason
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❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ - @embersoftheorder
"You're welcome to reintroduce yourself." He said dryly, his cowled head turned back, a motion enough to hopefully distract from his right hand reaching down to the hilt of 'The Upper Hand'. He knew taking 'point' was a mistake. "I do wonder what the rest of your sworn order would think of such an expression while helping to flush out a Drust cult would say to such a declaration." He said over his shoulder. His scrying eye rushing back from the canopy above to give the warlock a better view on this mysterious soul. @embersoftheorder
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❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞

"No, Is that why you're double checking your equipment? Because you lack pride in your skills, and lack professionalism?" He said as he went and double checked straps, attachments, and that heavy cannister laden utility belt of his. "You think I'd see to it this job was being done by you because you're sloppy? Now are your dogs ready? I'm about to summon mine and I don't want them panicking." He added dryly as he looked over to them. @drunkenworgen
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"Can I confess I am struck with the temptation every season?" He said as he used the stick of gleaming silver to prod the sample of Drust cursed hardwood, silver colored lighting leaping off as sparks from the testing. "I've always had a leaning and inclination for the alchemical sciences. I'm rich enough I could easily support the acquisition of material samples without having to deal too much with the nuisances of personal labor." He explained with an air of regret. To which he then frowned. "But I would have to devote so much time to it, just to catch up to a novice expert's skill I would never be able to keep up with modern Azeroths metallurgical advances. I'd likely have to let the skills languish into little more then fun facts and memories." He looked up from the table and flashed her a grin. "And believe it or not, mining ones own ores is a great way to get a workout in while adventuring. You can't tell what with the armor on, but I'm boasting bigger guns then the one strapped to my belt." To which he started to laugh, loudly and obnoxiously before turning back to work. @helreginn
@nixalegos asked:
The ancients thought pure metals purified the blood.
"They also could turn a person blue," Hel noted dryly. "So... I can see how they might think that.." In her mind there was some rationale there. But not enough that she could piece together how today's fun fact related back to the conversation at hand. She quirked a single brow in his direction, "Thinking of trading armour for tinctures, are we?"
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Meeting under Midnight
Continuation from HERE
The flattery and prose was still in their voice, but he figured to drop the issue with their apology. No, what was more interesting was the fact the old man, the puppet, was sweating. Was it just heat causing the body to perform autonomous reactions to stimuli? Or was it stress. Flight or fight from the mind still trapped inside its shell of meat and bone being denied either option. How much of their fingers tremors and shakes was damaged nerve endings, and not the vain struggle to gain control of their own appendages? Was the choice of language and mannerism a natural affectation? Or was it a scrappers methods. Using what you had at hand. Duct taping what wouldn't hold together. He resisted the urge to flick the power switch built into his armor, denied himself the opportunity to throw a wrench in their works just to see how their strings could be cut. That particular nasty little pairing of mechanical trickery saved for a rainy day. He had bigger wrenches to hurl. "This antique of yours. I'll meet with them. Three nights time. The West-most Signaling Lighthouse." He said with a equally respectful nod as they have been giving. Far from the farms and vulnerable civilian populace. Just in case. @anunendinggaze
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(texting you while i'm housesitting)
2:24 AM: is it cool if i cast Drain Life in here?
2:26 AM: i'm doing it
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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.
❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞
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The one and only Eye of the Legion. No I'm not obsessed. I'm #kilroggmaxxing
important question: what is your favorite minipet in world of warcraft
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