#Fel Orc

[dylan-grimmkell]

"Why be strong enough when there is stronger still?" ~ Grommash in the Warcraft movie.

Felgijak is an absolute until of a fel orc and loves the feeling of Fel flowing through his veins.

Thank you @Da_Ddy22 for this amazing art of my Orc Warlock.

Happy Orctober!

[findmeinshattrath]

We know that some of the Fel Orcs in BC were mag'har who were captured and transformed by force in Hellfire Citadel. That tells me that there are probably at least some Fel Orcs who could have joined back up with the Horde after the Fel Horde was defeated, maybe in hopes of figuring out how to undo the transformation.

[martyrette]

꧁༒~ Gravehorn ~༒࿐

I miss my Warcraft 1-3 Fel Orc.

She basically had to kill her starving Rylaak to feed her clan when Draenor went poopoo and is now uber depressed about it. She dedicates every kill to her Rylaak in hopes of keeping her fed in the afterlife. She sorta went all out though and became a literal war machine.

That’s how Crypt’s Orc Shadow Council member found her and went “Even MORE Fel?”. She almost killed her little brother figure in her bloodlust during a spar and is now questioning her life choices.

[bookitocat]

Games with the Orc της Kathryn Moon

Στην ομάδα μας προστέθηκε η #fel😈 και μας χαιρετίζει με μια ωραία κριτική του βιβλίου Games with the Orc της Kathryn Moon. Είναι monster smut και για αναγνώστες 18+.

της Fel 😈 (+18 Βιβλίο. Περιέχει ακατάλληλη γλώσσα.) Heyo! Διχαζόμουν με ποιο βιβλίο να σας συστηθώ, πολλές επιλογές… Τόσες αγάπες! Ειλικρινά δεν ήξερα, τι να πρωτοδιαλέξω! Όμως, κατέληξα μετά από πολύ “ώριμη” σκέψη στο βιβλίο που προτείνω περισσότερες φορές από όλα τα υπόλοιπα αλλά κανένας δεν με ακούει. Κανονίστε… Διαβάστε το… Σας απειλώ! Να σας συστήσω το Games with the Orc της Kathryn…

[cince-arts]

Kissy (Fel-Orc OC)

Ok slowed pacing but will get on top of posting.

Here’s the actual finished concept I did of my fel-orc Kissy. Though she was designed in WoW, I’m planning on taking her out (like all my ocs). May have some fun WoW content with her when I can Artwork/Character (c)  @cince-arts  

[kawareo]

As a suggestion, I would love to see your take on child Gortash and your durge.

Had this one sitting in the askbox forever lmao

Anyway yeah, babies with similar taste in fantasy novels! Rambling under cut

For me, Gortash is a few years older than Durge is, and they've met at best once before Enver went to the House of Hope, when Durge's parents went to buy him new shoes at the cobblers'. Even then they've only talked for a few minutes while their parents did business.

Durge grew up for the first eight years of his life with a lovely couple, a tiefling mother and half orc other mom, and because he used to wear his mother's old clothes as they were kinda poor, he was mostly much girlier than he is now. They lived in a mill by the river, just a bit out of Baldur's Gate, and provided flour to the bakers in the city.

His parents found him at their doorstep when he was a newborn, and they've adopted him immediately, aware of how weird it was for a drow to live on the surface, but since both of them are considered 'scary' races, they thought they could handle it. They were very protective of him when people called him scary or weird, a bit too much, sometimes, like when he killed a bird and didn't seem to understand why that was wrong, or when the neighbor's daughter fell down a well and died, and people blamed Durge for it.

He was otherwise a sweetheart, if a bit lonely, and his mother especially was worried about that - but it made sense for him to make up an imaginary friend, Sceleritas Fel, with whom he then talked to for months before poisoning his parents on his ninth birthday and disappearing.

After that, he got put in charge of the cult of Bhaal, much to his new sister's displeasure.

[renaultmograine]

just found out Richard Epcar is one of the fel orc commanders in that one dungeon and it's REALLY WEIRD hearing what is ostensibly Alexandros speaking orcish

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

Kelz's Roleplay Tumblr(s)

Hi, everyone! With the recent activity on tumblr, I decided to make a list of my characters up for interactions. ^^; Some are newer than others, but all would be up for more engagement.

My primary blog for all interactions is https://Kelzthalassunwhisper.tumblr.com/

Dragons: Azerite Dragon: https://azalora-the-azerite-dragoness.tumblr.com/ Blue Dragon/Streamer Tumblr: https://kelzygosa.tumblr.com/ Sin-Eater Dragon: https://shadowdragonempyrian.tumblr.com/ Infinite (Pirate) Dragon: https://tigodormi.tumblr.com/ Black Whelp: https://onyxdra.tumblr.com/ Saphira (Frost Wyrm): https://thedeathwyrm.tumblr.com/ Red Dragon: https://lastalostrasz.tumblr.com/ Bronze Dragon: https://zachromu.tumblr.com/ Jade Heavenly Serpent: https://yunshe.tumblr.com/ Green Drake: https://fyarii.tumblr.com/ Fel Dragon: https://kyndragosa.tumblr.com/ Twilight Dragon: https://obscurion-wra.tumblr.com/ Infinite Dragon: https://erazeran.tumblr.com/ Nether Dragon: https://raioku-wra.tumblr.com/ Nightmare Dragon: https://jadrigkus.tumblr.com/ Storm Dragon: https://astridr-wra.tumblr.com/ Chromatic Dragon/Old God-Tainted Dragon: https://chrotethys.tumblr.com/ Blue Whelp: https://scionogos.tumblr.com/ Alliance Mortals: Squire Lenora Reyes: https://lenora-reyes.tumblr.com/ Void Elf Huntress/SI:7 Operative: https//gaia-heartstrike.tumblr.com/ Lightforged Draenei/Naaru Infused Draenei: https://kelyraa.tumblr.com/

Horde Mortals: Dragonmaw Orc Shaman: https://zahovara.tumblr.com/ Green Dragonsworn Blood Elf: https://inerus.tumblr.com/

Retired blogs: (DEAD) Sin'dorei Elf Rogue Assassin/Demon Hunter turned Blood Elf: https://thanatos-sunwielder.tumblr.com/

I haven't made all the blogs for all of my characters, but here's a start if you have enjoyed the writing so far! =3 Or need characters for interactions etc. ^^;

[tarttsweetshriek]

Day 6: Crack

There is a moment that I find really calming of sorts. Whenever it rains or storms. The feeling of it against my skin. Hearing that thunder and seeing that lightning. Though most storms are not always… comforting.

There was a clan of orcs who believed they’d pull through. The Lightningsblade Clan. An orc would go to the highest peak in Goregrond and lift their axe. They would have to be struck by lightning three times. Now that is scary as fel.

Me? I enjoy the more “peaceful” storms, if you will. There is something about relaxing while hearing that sound. And cuddling with someone special on a sofa and sharing a drink.

@daily-writing-challenge

[auntarivia]

Alright, there it is.

I have no idea for a title tho.

It's been a while since I read 'The last Guardian', so forgive any inconsistency. Although I feel like the self-insert is the biggest inconsistency here lol.

Also English is not my first language so forgive me any errors as well.

Enjoy.

Echo of their steps and heavy breaths ran through the empty, wet corridors of Karazhan. Julia wasn't with them, but they didn't have time to wait or search for the Librarian, even though it was her plan. Whenever she was...

Scream of pain reached them from the top of the tower. Khadgar cursed under his breath. She was there already.

He burst through the door, with Garona and Lothar right behind him. All three froze in place when they saw the scene in front of them.

The ritual circle was ready, but neither Julia nor Medivh were in it. Instead, the Librarian was lying on the floor with her back naked and covered in blood. She was reaching desperately towards the circle and trying to crawl there, but she was unable to because of the Guardian.

Or whatever he just became, since Khadgar could swear that it wasn't his Master. His face was twisted into some weird demonic features, with a pair of horns growing from his head and eyes burning with green light. He was sitting above Julia, pressing her back with his knee and craving symbols in her back.

So this was that 'Sargeras' the Librarian warned them about.

Medivh, or Sargeras, or whatever it was, turned his gaze towards the intruders and growled like a beast. Librarian also looked up. Her eyes were bloody, tired, and dull. She let out a desperate sigh when she noticed them.

Guardian pushed her away, making her scream from pain once more, and threw himself towards Khadgar. The young mage dodged his attack and gave Garona free access to the demon. She struk him with her arm in the chest, making him lose his breath and take a few steps back. Then she jumped at him, angry like a feral cat, and pushed him to the ritualistic circle. They both fell on the ground and orc pinned Medivh to the floor.

"Khadgar!" yelled Julia with her sore, scared voice.

Garona rolled from the circle just right when Khadgar started the incantation. Medivh got up on his knees and tried to stand up when the circle lighted up with a soft green light. Librarian, despite the obvious pain that has been shaking her body, spread her blood on the edge of the symbol as her eyes started glowing in the same light as the circle.

Medivh let out an inhuman scream as the light started surrounding him and a green mist wrapped around his body. Then suddenly, the demonic attributes left his body and turned into a demonic torso, rising above him from his back.

"Now, Lothar!" Librarian's voice was desperate and full of pain. She knew that they had only once chance and it couldn't go to waste. Her drained face went even more pale when Lothar's sword swung millimetres above Medivh's head, right onto Sargeras' throat, and cut his head off clean. His body exploded with a wave of fel magic, throwing Lothar against the wall and sweeping Garona and Khadgar off their feet.

A silence has occurred as all five of them were laying down, drained by the fight and the ritual. Garona was the first one to manage to get on her feet, but she could only stand in place, confused and unsure who needed her help the most.

Finally, she decided to go towards Lothar, who was the closest to her. She helped him get up, but before any of them were able to say anything, a painful groan of the Librarian brought their attention. Exhausted, woman tried to crawl towards Medivh but was still too weak to manage to move. She gave the other two desperate look that they understood immidetly and went towards the Guardian. Lothar kneeled next to him while Garona walked further to Khadgar.

"He's breathing," said Lothar and looked at Julia. Woman managed to smile softly and then just closed her eyes, as if she finally allowed herself to faint.

***

She woke up feeling her chest burning from pain, and took a deep breath that caused only more agony. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. She was in her room, the window was covered, and light was dimmed. Her chest was wrapped in a clean bandage, and on a nightstand was a glass of water. She reached towards it and took a few slow sips. Almost as if he was waiting behind the door, Morose walked inside, holding a platter with a bowl of soup.

"Ah, miss Julia, you are awake. I'm glad, " he said in his unnaturally calm voice.

"Morose! Where are they?!" Librarian didn't wait any second to ask what she was worried about.

"Miss Garona and sir Anduin Lothar had to head out almost immidetly after your accident..."

"Good, we can't lose them. But Medivh? And Khadgar?"

Morose hesitated.

"They both are... alive and conscious, but I can't say they got without a scratch. They are now resting and..."

Julia didn't wait for him to finish. She rushed out of the bed and, forcing herself to ignore the agonising pain, threw herself towards the door and corridor.

"Miss, you are almost naked!" yelled Morose after her, although he didn't seem to be really bothered. He knew too well that trifles like that wouldn't stop her.

Julia ran up the stars, jumping over a few steps at the time. She barged into the Medivh's chambers without a warning.

Both Medivh and Khadgar were in Guardian's main room. Medivh was sitting on the couch while Khadgar was standing in front of a mirror with a bowl of water standing next to him. Both men turned towards Julia almost immediately. The

Librarian first looked at Medivh, and after deciding that he was in an acceptable state, turned her gaze towards Khadgar, which caused her to gasp softly. She rushed towards him and then carefully reached her hand towards his face. The grey hair, wrinkles... she tried so hard to avoid this, and yet Khadgar still suffered the same fate of losing his youth.

"Oh, Khadgar..." she sighed sadly. "I'm so sorry."

"Come on, I know I shaved for the first time, but it can't be that bad," mage responded with a chuckle. His old voice broke Julia's heart. At least he still had his sense of humour. And his eyes... they still had that young spark.

"Hey, it's fine, really." Khadgar tried to comfort the Librarian. "At least I look smarter now. I just have to get used to having back pain after taking too many steps."

He finally managed to make the woman smile.

"Well, if this comforts you in any way, I think that you are a real silver fox now." She winked at him.

Khadgar laughed nervously and looked away with his cheeks getting bright red. He still was that innocent boy, after all.

"I'm glad that you both are in a mood for jokes," Medivh's cold voice brought their attention, "But it's not time for this."

Julia carefully studied Medivh's face. He looked... acceptable. His face had few wounds from where the demonic scales appeared before, he was also more pale than usual, and his eyes were sad and angry, but other than that, he looked alright.

"How do you feel?" she asked softly, taking a few steps towards him.

"Show me your back," Medivh ignored her question and stood up.

The Librarian hesitated. She was concerned about her friend and his well-being. After all, everything they did was for him, so she preferred to make sure he was fine first, but arguing with Medivh wouldn't work anyway. She sighed and turned her back towards the mage. Guardian started unwrapping her bandages, which caused Khadgar to blush furiously and look away.

"Don't be a prude, Khadgar. I need your help now," Medivh rebuked his apprentice and waved at him to join him.

Khadgar stood behind Julia, and both with Medivh looked at her naked back. The Librarian looked at the mirror to see their faces, which caused her to widen her eyes and tensing muscles from stress. Both men looked concerned, Khadgar even afraid.

"What is it? Is the wound not healing?" she asked in a worried voice.

"It's not that." Medivh shook his head. Then he pat Khadgar's arm and pointed at the woman's back. The apprentice understood immidetly as he rushed for a piece of paper and coal. While he was sketching, Medivh gently ran his hand through Julia's back.

"Do you remember if... I said anything during doing this?"

"It wasn't you, Med. It was Sargeras. Don't blame..."

"Answer my question," Medivh cut her and met her eyes in the mirror.

"You were just mocking me," Julia replied, resigned. "Calling me stupid and weak. Saying that I would be just as easy tool as you."

Khadgar and Medivh exchanged looks, which caused the Librarian to worry only more.

"What is it?"

Neither of them replied. Khadgar only gave her the piece of paper on which he was drawing her wound. The woman looked at the sketch and frowned. It wasn't a normal scar. It was some kind of a demonic symbol, like a summoning circle.

"Do you feel something inside of you? Some other presence?"

Julia quickly shook her head and turned towards Medivh. They eyes met as both of them were just as worried and confused about what was it. Khadgar finally broke and wrapped his coat around Librarian's body.

"I'm sorry, I can't..." he mumbled nervously, but neither of his friends paid attention to him.

"You... you aren't pregnant, right?" Medivh asked nervously, just as if it was the worst possibility, and then let go his breath when the Librarian shook her head again.

"Then, what does it mean?" Khadgar managed to get himself together enough to ask a question.

"I have no idea." Guardian looked away and bit his lip, as if his next words were about to be the hardest thing to say. "But I don't think you should stay in Karazhan, my lady..."

"Med, don't blame yourself." Julia grabbed his wrist. "You weren't in control, it was Sargeras, you..."

"It's not about blame, it's about your safety! You could still be in danger, we don't know what those runes do!"

"That's why I should stay in the place with answers!"

"That's why I'M gonna look for the answers, and YOU are gonna stay away!"

"What?! No-"

"Please, stop arguing!" Khadgar's desperate voice broke in between their yelling. "Master, Miss Librarian is right. It's not your fault, but now we both should help her."

For a moment, there was a cold silence. Medivh sat down and glued his eyes to the floor.

"It's my fault. Everything that happened is my fault. I hurt you, both of you. You are not safe with me."

"Bullshit." Julia joined him on the couch and put her hand on his arm. "I knew the risk, and I was ready to take it. You know what I know, that was my choice. You are alive and clean from Sargeras, and only that matters."

"I still don't understand." Khadgar also sat down. "It was your plan, Miss Librarian. Why didn't you wait for us?"

Julia looked up into Khadgar's young blue eyes, contrasting so much with his wrinkled face and grey hair. She wanted to avoid it so much...

"I thought I could do this on my own. I wanted to save you, I was afraid that you would get hurt. And you were..." She once again looked away, ashamed.

"Hey, you said it yourself. I'm a silver fox now." Khadgar chuckled and elbowed her gently. "We are all alive and only that matters."

"I still think you should leave. Both. For your own good." Medivh kept being in his depressive mood, unable to look up. His feeling of guilt was clearly visible for his friends.

Julia pulled him closer to her and hugged tightly.

"Shut up. We are staying with you, " she declared. Then she felt Khadgar's arm wrapping around her as he decided to join the hug.

"Yeah, Master. Respectfully - shut the fuck up. We are staying."

[alannah-corvaine]

The moon of the Thirteenth reminds me so much of Hellfire Peninsula, it just needs a couple orcs, a busted wizard's tower, and the occasional death by roving Fel Reaver.

[dylan-grimmkell]

Felgijak Gorebelly Blender Render Model Comm by @ramavataramaart

A comm of my Fel Orc Warlock Felgijak this time a full model of what he would look like in game! Thank you again, Rama, for your hard work with this comm!

[findmeinshattrath]

There actually was a BC era quest for Horde, the quest giver was Caza something or other, in which the quest giver talked about researching a cure for Fel Orcs.

I am aware of that quest, yeah. Part of my thinking in my post about Fel Orcs was that some would join up in hopes of that working out or to help figure out the cure.

[vanddoria]

The hooded man with a scrying eye at his shoulder approached her tent, his visage turning slightly, observing the wares; the enchanting goods and reagents. "You wouldn't happen to have something a little more potent, would you?" He said as he leaned back to observe her instead. "Powered Azerite, refined soul shard dust?"

The tent clearly belonged to a Sin'dorei as it was decorated with ruby reds and jewel toned blues. Inside were ornate tables covered in some common and uncommon reagents but nothing too peculiar. At least nothing out in the open.

The redhead had just finished a transaction when the hooded figure entered her tent. "Be well." She said softly to the Orc, who took the offered bag of some sort of herb from her and made his way out. Leaving just the hooded figure and herself inside the tent now.

A hand gently braced herself against the table in front of her as she stood there, donned in a similarly colored crimson and blue gown that matched the rest of the tents colors. Fel-green eyes shamelessly eyed the stranger up and down before he offered his question to her. Her ruby lips threatened to twist into a grin as his words graced her ears.

She pondered her response for but a moment, "Powered Azerite or Powdered Azerite? Two very different reagents with different uses." She flashed him a smile as she gracefully moved over to one of her trunks in the back of her tent that were concealed by some silks. She pulled a small onyx glass jar from it, her rings making soft chimes against the glass as she grabbed it before sauntering back to the desk to set it down for him to take a look at.

"I've refined soul dust. I do, however, have someone that could procure me refined soul shard dust if this just won't do." She offered him the small jar, it's contents were a white almost silvery dust that had the softest of ethereal glows to it. The onyx glass it was contained in helped keep the glow from showing on the outside.

Her cat-like curiosity got the better of her as her long nails tapped against the desk in a rhythmic pattern before she asked, "Might I ask what you're using it for?" Her eyes peered for his that were hidden under his hood.

| @nixalegos |

[rinwellisathing]

Papa Bhaal's House of Horrors Part 4

Enver tossed his coat and briefcase on one of the overstuffed couches in the cramped waiting room of his office as he returned to the trailer that night. His current security personnel, a tall red dragonborn and a burly half orc, both in Flaming Fist surplus (it certainly paid to have connections in the city) nodded to him as he entered the office and his personal assistant, a primly dressed tiefling woman with smooth black hair and purple skin, offered him the day's relevant files to look over before placing a glass of whiskey down on his desk for him and collecting her things. “Have a good night, Miss Everett.” Enver raised the glass to her. The woman nodded. “You as well, Mr. Gortash.”

Enver returned his focus to the papers on his desk, taking a sip from the whiskey glass and picking up one of the files, his eyes skimming over the words, barely able to focus. Most of these were legal documents found in the abandoned cars and campers of the family's victims, things Enver really wasn't 'dealing with' so much as making sure they disappeared to hinder identification. Still, it was always interesting to find out who these people had been. One never knew what a little knowledge, a little information, could be worth and so very often it paid to at least commit some things to memory. Besides that, he knew that for whatever reason, 'Papa' Sarevok expected his children to kill with a certain level of frequency. Sentry and Gary got antsy when they hadn't come across proper 'sacrifices' in a while and he would be lying if he said he didn't believe either man would turn on him if they were properly desperate. After all, that sense of danger was certainly part of what made fucking them so arousing. Still, Enver certainly didn't want to be their main course any time soon, and so he began to make note of some names and next of kin for past victims, people who might warrant an anonymous tip that maybe, just maybe, their loved one was still out there and in need of rescuing.

He wasn't sure how long he had been working when the scent of blood began to prick at his nostrils and a shadow cast over his paper before several were sent flying as a lean body flopped across his desk, those sharp, somewhat uneven teeth grinning up at him eagerly. “Hiiiii Envy.” Sentry grinned, pressing his blood slick fingers to the paper Enver was holding, pressing it down to look him in the eye. Enver sighed and shook his head but couldn't help but chuckle. “Sentry, what are you doing here at this hour?” “I got bored with my night time chores and the sacrifice won't be for hours, so I came to do a little extra credit for dear old dad...well, and do a solid for a friend.” He giggled. “I see, and you were so eager to see me again you just had to stop by...all covered in blood...tracking it into my office.” Enver blinked, peering past the tiefling and his eagerly wagging tail and towards the foot prints across the carpet. Sentry rolled his eyes. “Oh Fel will clean it up, you know him. They'll send him round to get me in a little while and he'll make it all good as new.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, but also this is sort of business as well as social, because I've got some stuff for you.” He reached into the pocket of his flannel and produced a fine leather wallet, several gaudy rings, and a gold pendant Enver recognized as being popular in Amn.

He looked over the things Sentry had handed him and squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling deeply. “Sentry....These aren't from a tourist, are they?” The pretty tiefling shook his head, grin never leaving his face. “You killed your friend's boss, didn't you?” Enver sighed, rubbing his temples.

Sentry nodded, grin widening. “He was a prick anyway. I went to go talk to Rolan and see if he wanted anything I got from the car wreck earlier and his boss was there instead, he bitched at me for wasting time and said he'd fire my buddy.” “Did you at least clean up THAT mess?” “Don't worry, I hid him AND I made it look like 'The Mad Devil' did it in case anyone finds him.” Sentry grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Dragged the body to the abandoned diner and everything!” “And no one saw you doing that?” Enver asked with concern. “Nope! All the windows were dark, most people are in bed at this hour...” He hinted coyly. Enver relaxed just a bit, there was something enticing about the way the blood slicked Sentry's pale, freckled skin. The way it accentuated his silvery hair. He pressed a hand to the tiefling's face, pulling him into a kiss, earning a deep, sensual purr and a nip at his lips. He unbuttoned his own green silk shirt and climbed up onto the desk, taking Sentry's wrists in his hands and deepening the kiss as he felt the tiefling's tail wrap around his leg eagerly.

------ 'Rolan, Hey buddy! I know what you said about more cassette tapes but my big brother said they're cluttering up the house and I need to get rid of them. Sorry! Also something came up and I need to stop by the lawyer's place so I can't do the pub tonight, but here's some gold to cover your drinks cause I left you high and dry like this! Thanks! Sentry'

Rolan blinked as he looked from the hastily scrawled chicken scratch letter to the box of cassette tapes and various articles of clothing and boxes of miscellaneous items his friend had left on the counter. He raised an eyebrow, surprised Lorroakan hadn't shouted at Sentry and chased him out of the store for this. Or maybe he had, thus the letter. He shrugged. It was closing time anyway and at least his friend had left him some pub money, this was honestly preferable as now he had a night to himself.

He pocketed the gold and the letter, beginning to close down the store, deciding he would inventory, price, and stock this junk tomorrow. A small, nagging thought at the back of his head wondered where his boss had gotten to. Lorroakan was irresponsible and incompetent, yes, but certainly he wouldn't leave the store unattended? Rolan shook his head. Of course he would. He would do it and then blame Rolan if anything happened, yet another stupid cruel 'test' to make Rolan 'really earn that tuition money'. He rolled his eyes and scoffed with disgust at the thought as he made his way out the door and locked up before heading down the road to The Waning Moon. He was eager to have a moment of down time after work before Cal and Lia came home, so he didn't spare a second glance into the alley behind the shop where the bins were located and the fall air had given way to allergy season, dulling his sense of smell. He didn't pick up on the coppery scent of blood coming from the bins. ----- “Officer Zevlor, I had no idea they had expanded the high way up into these woods...and here I thought they were protected habitat or whatever it is those druids preach.” Sheriff Z'rell was a tall, imposing female orc dressed in the dark grey uniform of Reithwin's Finest. Her arms were folded across her chest as she stalked a circle around Zevlor, looking him up and down with a smug sense of satisfaction, having caught him out of his jurisdiction. “Or could it be you're trying to act on my territory again? With your crackpot theories about murder cults and cannibals?” She scoffed, shaking her head. “You've seen too many bad movies, sir, and people around here don't take kindly to your haughty little city boy stereotypes.” “There was a wreck on the side of the road, Z'rell. I thought they might have come up this way looking for help.”Zevlor replied evenly. It wasn't entirely untrue, that WAS his initial thought, the idea that the family in that house might be up to no good was really secondary technically.

“Kar'niss and the others are hauling it to town as we speak. We take our jobs seriously here. Why don't you do the smart thing and get back to your beat? Or, if you really need a breather that badly, pop into The Waning Moon for a spell.” Z'rell took a step towards him, neatly between him and the clearest path towards the house now. The tiefling frowned, eyes narrowed as he looked from Z'rell to the house and then back the way he came. Pushing down a wave of anger, he weighed his options and let his expression soften, swallowing his pride and turning around. “I'll be at The Waning Moon, then. If the owners of the car show up, would you let me know? Just so I can get back to HQ with a resolution.” He sighed. Z'rell smirked. “Of course, so long as Judge Ketheric doesn't find anything questionable, no probable cause to detain them. Moonrise County business comes first, you understand.” Zevlor forced a smile and nodded. “Of course, Sheriff.”

----- Jaina could hear voices outside the bedroom door, she gently shook Wyll awake, brow furrowed as she listened intently to try and pick up what they were saying, but they sounded angry. One she recognized as the drow they'd met in the woods, but the other two hadn't spoken as much at dinner, so she was having trouble placing them. Her best guess was the dragonborn and the imposing human. “The father made him for you, Chosen. He is your responsibility.” One of the voices growled. “Already you let him run amok and reach beyond his place, I warned you this is what would come of indulging him.” “Well, at least we're beyond the denying him who he is bullshit, so that's progress.” A smooth, dangerous male voice cut in, the subtle reptilian hiss to it probably meant this was the Dragonborn. “At any rate, brother Sentry is young, but he understands how important tonight is, he will come when he's called.”

“Well time's running out and he was supposed to come right back after he took that shit to the incinerator. Worse than that, Orin refuses to listen to me, she's insisting she doesn't have to. He did that, it's his influence!” The Drow snapped. “Or the fact that you whine more than you actually contribute.” The Dragonborn replied lazily. “I know you're going to protest 'but Gary, I brought the sacrifices!' and you did. Good for you. But how long has it been since you've made a proper offering to father that wasn't a group effort?”

“I....that highway patrol guy....he's got an eye on me!” The drow sputtered. “Then be creative. Hunt somewhere else or make him your target.” The dragonborn sneered. “Now I know a big, strong patrolman with weapons is probably too big an ask for you, brother, but there is an entire commune of peaceful druids down in the valley ripe for the picking and yet you never bother.”

The conversation continued as Jaina leaned in close to Wyll. “Sacrifices?” “I heard that too” He nodded, frowning nervously towards the door. “I think it's time we found a way out of here.” Jaina inclined her head in agreement, scooting out of bed and making her way over to the window, attempting to open it with some effort before the strain in her arms became too much. Her eyes scanned the top for any sort of latch or lock, only to find that it had been broken off, leaving the window jammed. “Shit...” “Hey, what about this?” Wyll nodded towards a strange slat in the wall, about large enough for someone to perhaps crouch into. He pushed it open, revealing ropes hanging down. “A dumbwaiter.” “But what if it leads right into one of their rooms? Or worse, some kind of....I dunno, ritual chamber?” Jaina asked, gripping her upper arms nervously. “Is that any more dangerous than staying here and waiting for their brother to come back?” Wyll asked. “I guess not...” Jaina looked anxiously at the hole. ----- Alfira bolted upright in bed, eyes wide, breathing heavily. She threw off the covers and stumbled to her feet, hurrying blearily to the window and pulling back the curtain. Slowly, she pushed the window up to get a little fresh air, the nightmare still vivid in her mind. She was awake, she was safe. She was in her apartment in the back of the radio station back in sleepy little Reithwin Town, not the bloodstained performing arts building back at Elturgarde College. She told herself it had already been almost two years since Lihala's death, even if they somehow still hadn't caught the killer, whoever it was was a long way away.

She peered back towards the bed, watching the gentle ebb and flow of Lakrissa's soft breath as she slept, even letting the occasional snort or snore calm her and bring a smile of relief to her face. She was warm, alive, waiting for her. This was silly, nightmares couldn't hurt Alfira any more than those dumb horror movies her girlfriend loved so much. She turned to give one last glance out the window, the crescent sign reading 'Waning Moon' blinked in the distance and the night was quiet other than the low buzz of that and the few other neon signs that were still on. And another buzz, a different one, more frantic and uneven. The smell of blood tinged the night air somewhere nearby and Alfira tried to tell herself this was a hallucination, a side effect of the nightmare, but no. She heard flies buzzing and she smelled blood. Warily, she closed the window, flicking the lock on it before going to pull her hoodie from the door knob and slip on her canvas sneakers, grabbing her keys from the table as she slowly and quietly made her way out of her apartment. A small part of her was screaming at her to go back to bed, whatever this was didn't concern her, she was putting herself in unnecessary danger over something that wasn't her business. Another part still told her it was just some unlucky animal a dog or cat had gotten to, something so mundane and unimportant...But if it was, she needed to know that for a fact. She reasoned that she could not safely return to her bed without making certain that was all this was.

She slowly made her way down the side street and into the back alley between Sorcerous Salvage and Last Light FM, moving as quietly and cautiously as she was able. She barely even breathed, afraid that slightest bit of sound would cost her everything, and when she finally reached the bins behind the shop, she swiftly covered her mouth with her hands and bit back a scream of terror as she saw the carnage that awaited her there. ---- Rolan looked up as he heard the bell above the bar's door ring, signifying someone else entering the establishment which he seemed determined to remain in as long as possible. His eyes darted towards the door and as quickly as he'd looked over, he turned back to his drink, face flushed and head lowered as that highway patrol officer, handsome...well...if you liked older men that is, Rolan supposed, entered the bar and approached the counter, taking a seat a few down from him. “Ah! Patrolman! Welcome! What're you drinking tonight?” Thisobald boomed enthusiastically, bringing down a dubiously clean mug and placing it in front of Zevlor. “Ah...whiskey, I suppose...no ice...” Zevlor murmured, accepting the drink as the boisterous barman poured it for him. There was something in his voice, Rolan noticed. A note of worry. The younger tiefling decided to ignore it. It wasn't his business and anyway, Zevlor's looks didn't negate the fact that he was an outsider here sticking his nose in local business and making things difficult. Rolan hated that do-gooder nonsense. He'd learned all his life you keep your head down and watch out for your own, it had served him well so far, and it was what would eventually get him and his siblings out of here and to the city. Still, he couldn't help but spare the occasional glance at Zevlor, curious what was bothering him.

As the two drank in silence, the door jingled again and Alfira stumbled in, eyes wide with terror, struggling to find the words to say. She was dressed in pajamas still, a hoodie and sneakers haphazardly thrown on and her hair still wild from sleep. All three men looked at her, Rolan's eyes wide with surprise, Zevlor's face brimming with concern, and Thisobald pulling down another mug. “T....There......He....It's....oh gods.....” Alfira whimpered between small frightened sobs. “Take a deep breath, girl. We're listening.” Zevlor held out his hands in a gesture of peace. “There's been a murder.” Alfira managed, sinking into a chair and breathing heavily.

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The Tainted Felblade

Recovered after an especially vicious battle against a band of Bonechewer orcs near the Hellfire Citadel, this greatsword has caught the eye of Brigade's Artificers and Blacksmiths alike. It seems that a new, undocumented Fel based enchant was combined with a unique crafting process, that combined fel shards, gemstones and fel tainted adamantite produced a fairly volatile weapon that causes vicious wounds and leaves behind taint so strong, it can bring down even the mightiest of opponents if ignored.

The Tainted Felblade is locked away in the Brigade's vault for now, awaiting further examination and experiments.

Oh my, it's been ages since I've designed a weapon. I definitely need to get back to the arcane forge and produce a couple of new weapons and jewelry. I hope you like how it turned out!