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damien-ward · 13 days ago

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Power Ranking My Characters

Thought I would do a fun exercise where I rank all my characters from the strongest to the weakest. This is based on my own headcanon for my characters, how they would fight against each other, in-game classes, and official lore for classes.

I will grade aspects of each character with ★ symbol; 1 being the lowest and 6 being the highest. Some characters get additional modifiers for some circumstances.

Power = how much damage they can do, how strong they are, etc Durability = how well they can survive in a fight be it from taking hits, dodging, absorbing hits, etc Speed = how fast they are, and general mobility Skill = how skilled they are in combat through training, experience, or just strategy

1. Jedelan the Seeker

Race: Undead Class: Warlock (Demonology) Power: ★★★★★★[★★★★ +4 for his demons] (10) Durability: ★★★★(4) Speed: ★★(2) Skill: ★★★(3)

Jedelan is a powerful warlock and master of demons. Spending decades in life studying demons and fel magic, writing them down into grimoires, and in death he has continued his work. With the ultimate destructive power of fel, the ability to survive fatal blows being undead, and near endless demons Jedelan beats most characters on this list with ease, even multiple at the same time... with the exception of number two on the list!

2. William Hendrickson

Race: Worgen Class: Death Knight (Frost/Blood) Power: ★★★★★(5) Durability: ★★★★★★(6) Speed: ★★★★(4) Skill: ★★★★(4)

Once a servant Arugal and later the Lich King, William is a fearsome death knight who now serves the Ebon Blade. With his powerful runeblade, William can cut down anyone with ease, blast them with icy powers, all while also protecting himself with powerful spells. He is the ultimate warrior which is why he is at the top of the list, only Jedelan beats him out because the swath of demons he would have to go through to get to Jedelan, it would be too much even for him. With that said, William would put the fear of true death into Jedelan as he would not be easy to beat.

3. Aidan Hartwood

Race: Worgen Class: Warlock (Destruction) Power: ★★★★★★[★ +1 for Vilthea](7) Durability: ★★[★ +1 when in worgen form](3) Speed: ★★[★★ +2 when in worgen form](4) Skill: ★★[★ +1 from Vilthea] (3)

A young farmer boy turned warlock to seek revenge against the Heartsbane Coven. Since then Aidan has studied fel magic and taken a natural affinity for the chaotic nature of felfire, calling it down on his foes while casting fireballs at them. All while having the assistance of his mentor's succubus, Vilthea. She fights by his side using her charms and increased power thanks to her time with her former master, Jedelan!

Aidan doesn't have the raw power to beat either Jedelan or William. The former knowing how to counter Vilthea making her effectively useless, and the latter being way too fast and strong as well as immune to Vilthea's charms. However, anyone else on the list Aidan could beat in a fight with varying degrees of difficulty because he wields powerful spells on top of Vilthea being able to charm them.

4. Marcus Dawnbane

Race: Human Class: Paladin (Protection) Power: ★★★★(4) Durability: ★★★★★(5) Speed: ★★(2) Skill: ★★★★★(5)

A former Scarlet turned Crusader for the Argent Dawn, Marcus is a skilled paladin using his combined knowledge of combat from his training with both the Scarlets and the Argent Dawn as well as his connection with the Light. He is a fierce fighter and hard to bring down.

He comes in at 4th on the list because despite his high durability, he would not be able to outlast Jedelan's assault of countless demons and magic, or be able to withstand William's raw power after a time. He just isn't strong enough. And with Aidan, the winning factor would be Vilthea. Marcus is a man who gives into temptation and would become an easy target for her charms allowing Aidan to deal massive amounts of damage with his felfire. If Vilthea is not around, however, Marcus would likely win against Aidan. Anyone else on the list Marcus could take in a fight and likely not break a sweat.

5. Lukas Ward

Race: Human Class: Mage (Arcane) Power: ★★★★★★(6) Durability: ★★(2) Speed:★★(2) Skill: ★★(2)

Living in Dalaran his whole life Lukas grew up around mages, his father even being one, which led him to studying the arcane himself. Eventually joining the Kirin Tor and furthering his studies specifically into arcane magic and its power.

Being a mage Lukas is very powerful. However, his lack of actual combat experience and inability to last too long in a fight really hurts him which is why he gets dropped down the list despite having a strong arsenal under his belt. He's a glass cannon. I have him above his cousin, Damien, because he is a mage but if Damien gets the drop on him Lukas is done for, not that they would fight!

6. Damien Ward

Race: Worgen Class: Rogue (Outlaw) Power: ★★★(3) Durability: ★★★(3) Speed: ★★★★★(5) Skill: ★★★★ (4)

Damien Ward, Gilnean investigator and vigilante, now rebuilding his life in his home kingdom after 12 years of living in Stormwind, and fighting crime to try to help the innocent people of the city. During his time in Stormwind he met his father after a decade of not seeing him and his father being a member of SI:7 taught Damien much in the ways of stealth and combat which served him well in his fight against the underworld.

While Damien is a talented fighter with experience, endurance, strength, and exceptional speed his lack of magical power makes him relatively weak to those above him in the list. While he might be able to get the drop on any of them, and that may prove fatal for them, that is just one scenario. In a fight where they know he's coming he doesn't stand much of a chance against them.

7. Enzo Allen

Race: Undead Class: Warrior (Fury) Power: ★★★★(4) Durability: ★★★★(4) Speed: ★★★(3) Skill: ★★★(3)

A long time ago, Enzo once served as a guard for the kingdom of Gilneas. But on the night of the worgen assault on the kingdom he was killed on the outskirts of the city, only to later be reborn into undeath by the hands of the Forsaken. Driven mad by this, he went into a bloodthirsty rampage for months until being found by Forsaken and used to fight against the worgen of Hillsbrad.

Enzo, like his nephew Damien, suffers from the same problem of having no magical powers to help in a fight. This puts him at a disadvantage and thus drops him down in the list. And he's below Damien because I think with Damien's speed and worgen strength he could beat his uncle, it would be close though. But the chances of Enzo wanting to actually fight Damien is low, why would he want to fight his nephew!

8. Alaric Hastings

Race: Worgen Class: Hunter (Survival) Power: ★★★(3) Durability: ★★★(3) Speed: ★★★★(4) Skill: ★★(2)

After the Fall of Gilneas Alaric spent years training to become a bounty hunter in Duskwood, during that time he killed countless undead and helped catch feral worgen to administer the salve his countrymen had made.

At the end of the day, Alaric comes in near the bottom of this list because he is just a hunter. A mercenary/bounty hunter. While he has the boons of being a worgen, and the skills he learned to be a hunter, he doesn't have the durability or raw power to stand up against the others above him.

9. Ian Sherwood

Race: Worgen Class: Rogue (Subtlety) Power: ★★(2) Durability: ★★(2) Speed: ★★★★★(5) Skill: ★(1)

Ian grew up destitute in Westfall, made worse by the Cataclysm, and as such grew up hearing tales of the Defias Brotherhood who sought to help the people. His family among the members before leaving after he was born. He learned all the tricks of the trade, how to steal, how to remain hidden, and how to blend in when you need to. Skills he uses to this day as he steals from the rich of Stormwind to help those in need in Westfall.

Despite Ian being a worgen, having been bitten by a feral one when trying to help some citizens of Westfall escape into Duskwood during the Legion invasion, he isn't the greatest fighter. Outside of getting the drop on anyone on this list Ian is not likely lasting very long. And even then, some on this list like Enzo, William, and Marcus would likely be able to shrug off his attacks. Ian never meant to be a fighter growing up, he really only steals to help the people of Westfall. Though he is learning more how to fight as he recently joined the ranks of the SI:7.

10. Silas Drake

Race: Worgen Class: Warlock (Destruction) Power: ★★★★★(5) Durability: ★★(2) Speed:★★★(3) Skill: ★(1)

Silas Drake the Eternal. He took to the dark arts in Gilneas after being corrupted by another warlock he met, specializing in curses and shadow magic to drain the life from others. Like many of his fellow Gilneans he was afflicted with the curse, and now sees himself as above lowly humans. After the fall of Gilneas he joined up with the Darkmoon Faire and uses his occupation there to commit murders. He lures people into his "show" and eventually kills them by draining their life force and taking their soul so that he can live forever.

Silas comes dead last on this list because he is not a fighter in the slightest, despite being a warlock and using dark magic. He tricks people and then kills them, not fight them. If he were to get into a fight with anyone on this list he would lose.

Stat Explanations

Jedelan

Power - With his mastery of the dark arts and the sheer destructive force of fel magic Jedelan is powerhouse, and then add on his knowledge and expertise when summoning demons. Both his magic and his demon army makes him easily the strongest.

Durability - Jedelan has forged pacts that allow him to share damage with his demons as well as heal him, and add to that as an undead he feels no pain, he can lose an arm or leg and still keep fighting. He will just replace them later. So what would be fatal to a mortal is nothing to him.

Speed - Not his strong suit, he can teleport with his demonic gates but that is something he must plan ahead of a fight, once in a fight his only way he is fast is by using his own fel magic to harm himself to make himself quicker.

Skill - Jedelan doesn't have much actual combat skill or training. He studied as a mage for years before turning to darker magics but he never really put it to practical use. He has fought over the years of course, specifically killing demons, but most of his skill comes from him being smart and strategizing.

William Hendrickson

Power - When it comes to sheer physical power no one is as strong as William. He has the raw strength of being a worgen and an undead death knight making him exceptionally powerful. He can physically overpower anyone on this list with ease. And as a death knight he wields powerful magic that makes him the ultimate killing machine.

Durability - William is very hard to kill. He wears heavy armor, and as a death knight he has many abilities that allow him to avoid taking damage as well as negating magic making him a huge threat to magic users. And as a worgen he has fast reflexes to dodge and avoid attacks.

Speed - Gameplay-wise Death Knights are slow as hell, but they do have some movement abilities that let them move faster, and lore-wise worgen are pretty fast, so William is decently fast compared to others on this list.

Skill - William was a sentry in Pyrewood before becoming a worgen so he had some training in combat, but not much. Then once he became a Death Knight he was trained more so that he could become the ultimate weapon for the Lich King. Since then he has killed countless things over years, needing to inflict pain so that he doesn't feel said pain instead. He has the most combat experience, but doesn't use strategy much as he relies on his raw power to fight enemies.

Aidan Hartwood

Power - Aidan has spent almost a decade studying fel magic, and excels specifically in using the destructive power of felfire. He can call down a rain of fire to burn his foes while placing a curse on them and blasting them with demonfire. All while using his Voidwalker, Hathnos to protect him which allows him to freely cast. Aidan gets a boost to his power because he almost always has Vilthea around to help in a fight. Being a sayaad she is smart, cunning, and dangerous, as well as boosted in power herself thanks to her time she spent as Jedelan's succubus when he was alive.

Durability - Aidan isn't the most durable as he doesn't wear any armor, but over the years has learned some abilities to help magically reduce the damage he takes, and has even made a dark pact that allows him sacrifice some of his life force and in exchange he becomes shielded from damage and even heals while the shield is up. Aidan also gets a slight boost to his durability when he is in worgen form as he becomes much faster and stronger allowing him to dodge easier and generally take hits better, however, this is ONLY at night.

Speed - Much like other warlocks, Aidan isn't the fastest, having to rely on using his ability like Burning Rush to be able to move faster, or think ahead of time and use his demonic portals. However, he does get a slight boost to his speed when he is in worgen form, which again is only at night time.

Skill - Aidan has no official combat training from any kind of military standpoint, all his skill in combat comes from just experience over the years, mainly killing witches and other occult creatures. He gets a slight boost to his skill as Vilthea has been around a long time and is smart enough to know how to strategize, so she compliments Aidan in a fight.

Marcus Dawnbane

Power - Marcus wields the power of the Light to vanquish foes, and does so with conviction! He specializes in taking on multiple enemies at once using his connection with the Light to summon armaments to aid him, as well as using his shield to do devastating damage.

Durability - Outside of William, Marcus is easily the most durable character on the list. He has an array of abilities to protect himself from damage by calling upon the Light, even to heal him if need be, all while using a shield and wearing heavy armor. While not impossible, it is very difficult to bring him down in a fight.

Speed - Marcus is merely human, and wears heavy armor which slows him down.

Skill - Marcus perhaps has the most training of anyone on the list. He served the Scarlet Crusade for years, training to fight the undead before leaving the organization thinking they were becoming too zealous. He ended up joining the Argent Dawn and continued his training to help fight against evil doers. He has fought undead and killed countless foes in his time with both the Scarlets and the Argent Dawn. His skill would be higher except he stays in a constant state of inebriation using various substances.

Lukas Ward

Power - Lukas has a high power because mages in WoW are powerful, both in-game and in lore. Especially Arcane magic, which is what Lukas specializes in! He hits hard and it doesn't take long to take someone out.

Durability - Unfortunately, mages are very squishy. Lukas has some defensive abilities that can help him stay alive longer in a fight, but once someone gets up close he is in danger.

Speed - Not only is he human so he isn't very fast, his only real ability that makes him "fast" is his ability to teleport short distances, which in a pinch can definitely help move him from danger, but is limited.

Skill - He gets a low score here because as much as Lukas is knowledgable on magic and how to use it, he does not have a lot of practice with combat. He is a mage in the Kirin Tor and is fairly young so he hasn't had to fight many things.

Damien Ward

Power - While Damien is a worgen and is physically strong he lacks any kind of magical power of his own. This makes him relatively weak compared to everyone above, however, he is not powerless. He uses stealth, his physical strength, his pistol so he has range, as well as the shadow powers provided by his Shadow Familiar in a fight.

Durability - Being a rogue Damien quite elusive and knows how to fight and dodge blows, and being a worgen helps his durability as he has more endurance and vigor in that form.

Speed - No one is faster than Damien on this list. Being a worgen makes him fast on top of his own training to stay in shape for his vigilante lifestyle, not to mention his ability to shadowstep using the power of his Shadow Familiar.

Skill - Damien's father taught him how to fight from a young age as his father works for SI:7. And as Damien got older and became an adult his father showed him more and taught him how to improve his combat skills. And ever since the Legion invasion Damien has been a vigilante that fights criminals and brings them to justice. He was a lot of combat experience.

Enzo Allen

Power - Enzo is a berserker, his bloodlust and rage make him a very powerful warrior. Little can stop him once he starts seeing red and begins going to town swinging his scythe and sword.

Durability - Like Jedelan, Enzo is incredibly durable being undead, he can shake off pain and injuries that most mortals would find fatal. As a warrior when he goes berserk and sees red it is hard to subdue him via charm, stun, etc. And any damage he does take he can heal by cannibalizing someone's body. This makes Enzo one of the most durable characters on this list.

Speed - While not exactly speed, with his incredible strength Enzo can leap very far to cover ground, and when he kills and his bloodlust is at his most insatiable it is like an adrenaline rush hits him allowing him to run faster than he, or any mortal, normally could.

Skill - Enzo was once a guard in Gilneas City, during that time he recieved training and so he learned how to fight, how to kill, how to subdue, all of it. He was killed by a worgen on the outskirts of the city and then was raised into undeath by the Forsaken. This mentally broke him for awhile sending him into rage where he went on to kill anyone in his way. The Forsaken utilized this and trained him to go kill for their benefit and Enzo did so. He has decades of combat experience and know how when it comes to strategizing.. however, his score is only a three because his bloodlust makes him crazed and all strategy goes out the window once he gets into the heat of battle.

Alaric Hastings

Power - Alaric has the physical strength of being a worgen, which he revels in. He utilizes his strength with his spear that he uses while also employing traps, bombs, and his pet raven, Damon.

Durability - Alaric wears mail armor fit for him to be able to fight in melee combat and move freely while still giving him some protection. His being a worgen, like the others also helps with his durability, being able to dodge and tank hits.

Speed - As mentioned, he revels in being a worgen, and as such spends a lot of time in this form and so he has trained and honed his speed in his worgen form.

Skill - Alaric was just a fishermen in Gilneas when it fell, but upon leaving his kingdom he trained in Duskwood with his fellow Gilneans. Eventually learning how to be a hunter, use a spear, track prey, all the skills needed for him to become a bounty hunter. Alaric spent years fighting feral worgen and undead, even the Legion during their invasion. He has combat experience but not much else. He doesn't strategize too much.

Ian Sherwood

Power - Ian is not much of a fighter, he gets the boons of being a worgen, and knows how to utilize shadow magic somewhat to be able to strike from the shadows.

Durability - Like the other worgen, Ian gains some durability from the curse, as well as just being able to dodge blows because he is quick and agile.

Speed - Growing up as a thief and then becoming afflicted with the worgen curse has made Ian quite the speedster. He is very quick on his feet and arguably as fast as Damien.

Skill - Ian has next to know combat experience. He was trained in the art of thievery from a young age which included some combat, but he has never put it into practice really. And as a recent member added to the SI:7 he is getting more training, but for the time being he has next to no skill in how to fight beyond basics.

Silas Drake

Power - Like all warlocks Silas wields powerful magic, however, rather than focus on fel magic or demons he instead focused on curses and life stealing magic.

Durability - Silas relies on stealing the life from others or his demons to sustain his health in a fight. He is not very durable at all.

Speed - Silas benefits the quickness of being a worgen, but he never likes to stay in that form and so he doesn't fully utilize it's fully potential.

Skill - Zero. Silas has no real combat experience. He lives a life of murder working for the Darkmoon Faire. He does not fight people he finds victims with which to kill and steal their souls or their life force to preserve his own.

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dreadfulsanity · 2 months ago

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They lied to you...

And it is so blatantly obvious, it hurts.

That thought is a result of a post I read today, that gave me a massive headache. Something along the lines of "Of course the Titans don't want us running around, we are corruption." Some people really drank the Kaja-Aid.

First: The Chronicles are written from THEIR perspective. And they lied. We know that. It was pretty obvious and everyone bent backwards to make it fit. "Oh, it's just very hot felfire, that's why it's not green." The fuck? But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Sargeras and the Betrayal

That's the chapter title in Chronicles Volume 1, page 48.

The subsequent explosion of fel magic was powerful beyond even what the fallen titan had imagined. Violent energies enveloped Sargeras, surging through his veins and searing his very soul. His eyes burst in gouts of emerald fire. Fel volcanoes ignited across his once-noble form, splitting his skin apart and revealing an endless furnace of blistering hate.

A few pages below that we find this artwork.

So what? He's green.

Is he though? I mean, we've seen him now. And I remember a very distinct lack of green on that titan.

So... if the Titans lied about that, what else did they lie about? The source of the curse of flesh maybe?

In The War Within, I'm getting very strong vibes about the value of free will, and that it may come from Azeroth.

<cough> Magni <cough> Ringing Deeps <cough>

Are we corruption then? Or are we cleansed and freed from the Titans by (re-)gaining flesh?

Just some thoughts. Nothing more.

#world of warcraft #the war within #sargeras #the worldsoul saga

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howenomad · 3 months ago

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[Jar'kai 002] Acolyte

“Focus!” The inquisitor growled as a bolt of pure fel graced the shoulder of an infernal standing still at the end of the platform.

“We have been here for hours, I need to rest!” The young vulpera replied, trying to catch his breath. The edge of his oversized ax dug itself into the black dirt after he finished casting his spell.

“What you need is a stronger will. Do you think the other warlocks just sit and take a break each time they are tired? That is not how you master the conjurer’s path. Refill your weapon!” They ordered, floating ominously around a rather small cage for their size.

The vulpera got closer to it with slow steps, dragging the ax behind him. Inside there was a yellow creature, something that reminded him of a krolusk of Vol’dun. It backed up on looking at him, its tail coiling around its chitinous body. Its blue eyes opened wide and hid his maw behind his shiny golden claws. He on the other hand stood in place frozen, watching the creature afraid of him, just like he used to be when imprisoned. He forgot about the exhaustion for a moment, but it became even harder to breathe as if someone or something strained his chest.

“Compassion only breeds weakness.” The voice of the inquisitor rumbled over his ear. Gazing upon the creature, he didn’t see them float behind him. He only looked faintly to his size but by the presence alone he knew where he was. “It is fuel now. Claim its essence, and empower your weapon.” He demanded in a whisper.

His lips pursed and his eyes closed. With a deep breath he pointed the head of the ax towards the creature. Several pieces of metal in the handle shifted and opened like vents. The crystal in the middle of the head shimmered with a cursed green hue. The creature shivered at first, but then began to tremble violently as the life was siphoned out from it, slivers of essence going through the vents and towards the crystal.

With a sudden flash the vents closed, a wave of power lifted the dust around him and shook the scarf he was wearing. His weapon now pulsed with fel, but the creature before him laid death in the cage, both its eyes and colour of its scales were gone, leaving behind a sickly dark and pale violet.

“Good. Now let's proceed, shall we.” The Inquisitor muttered, floating away from their student. Those words didn’t seem to reach him as he stood where he was, eyes fixed in the remains of the creature as he swallowed in regret. “Being a warlock will demand this and more from you. If you want the power to avenge your kin you cannot let your emotions tell you what to do. Show me you are ready!”

Without any warning, the inquisitor conjured several demonic circles in the far end of the platform. Three felstalkers and an imp emerged from them almost immediately. They seemed a bit lost at first, but it didn’t take them long to figure out their purpose.

The felstalkers charged towards the vulpera who just turned around to discover the creatures his master summoned. A felfire bolt was lobbed at him from the imp in the backline, he raised his ax towards the demons in response, a demonic circle manifesting in the air to block the bolt. A set of runed circles complemented the first one and in the blink of an eye, a barrage of fel missiles peppered the demons. Two of the stalkers fell prey to it, stumbling and rolling on the ground leaving behind a cloud of dust. The imp didn’t bother to move at all, the missiles passing right by its side as it charged another demonic bolt. The third felstalker dodged the attack, emerging swiftly through the dust and pouncing over the vulpera. He raised his ax in an attempt to blast the demon away, but the time and the distance were short.

The sharp maw of the stalker ripped his flesh open. A groan escaped him as both of them fell on the ground and rolled a few meters back. The pain in his shoulder and the impact made him drop his ax which impeded the demon to go right for his neck. His senses came back quickly after the attack. When he opened his eyes he didn’t see the demon, but his weapon was laying right before him. He only needed to stretch for it but a sharp pain took hold of his back and then of his whole body. The felstalker closed his fel-ridden maw, tearing his flesh apart. A pain-filled cry echoed through the place as the felstalker bit and lifted the vulpera from the ground. Being bigger than him, the demon shook its head and waggled him until it threw him against a nearby wall.

He hit the solid dark stone just to fall on his knees afterwards. The pain got him paralyzed, fighting to keep breathing while in the distance the demon circled around him, toying and letting him suffer just enough before it could finish him. It growled and planted its claws against the dirt before charging, aiming for the neck once more. When it looked like it had him, the vulpera raised one arm and pointed his index towards it. He roared in pain and fury as another circle appeared before him. He looked right at the stalker, at that eyeless skull of it as his eyes shifted from an intense orange to a fel green. A blast of pure fel hit the stalker and sent it flying in the air engulfed in flames.

On his knees, the warlock saw the demon being consumed by the fire in the distance. His eyes shifted hues once more as the rage left his body and the fatigue and pain took hold of him again. Unaware, the vulpera stood up briefly just to be put down again by a bolt of fel fire. It burnt through his clothes and charred the skin of his side.

“Beaten by an imp!” The demon mocked him between laughs. “My master isn’t even going to promote me for killing such a worthless creature like you!”

For a moment, everything was dark for him. The pain, the fatigue, the fear was gone. It was just him and his caravan. A little kit riding the back of the wagon holding a carved idol of a winged loa. He made circles in the air with it, thinking it was flying high up in the sky where nobody could reach for it. A pair of arms wrapped around his torso and was pulled inside the wagon by a white furred vulpera. She held him tight against her chest, filling his face with kisses and playful licks. For a moment everything was happiness until the sky turned orange and the desert even hotter. Inside a broken wagon, he could only watch the vulpera fighting outside fending off vicious sethrak, but not for long. Struck down and dragged away, there wasn’t anything else between him and the reptiles. The sands turned sour and the sun burned right through his fur. His pawpads hurt, his mouth was dry. After hundreds of stones, that wall was never ending. A hand around his neck, the weight against his body, the venom inside his veins.

A paw pressed against the black soil. His quivering, damaged body asked him to stop but the rage inside him burnt brighter than a million suns.

“I… will not be beaten by a pest like you!” He groaned.

With a knee in the ground, he pointed his open paw towards his weapon. It laid dormant, covered in ashes and blood until it felt the calling of its master. It shivered and hovered in place before zipping back to his paw, its core igniting and humming with fel. He stood once more helping himself with the ax before he pointed it right towards the imp. One, two, three fel bolts were fired, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake, but the imp was quick and evaded them with supreme ease. The vulpera frowned but never took his eyes off of it. Another volley of bolts but he carefully observed its movements. By the end of his cast, he slammed the edge of his weapon against the ax. The ground cracked and tore apart, spreading under imp to mess its footing. The imp growled as it almost fell, having to slow down significantly to avoid falling in the fissures.

He took his chance and casted his empty hand forwards. From the tip of his fingers, flat metallic tendrils flew towards the imp who tried to jump to safety, but its eagerness to leave the rifts made him fall inside one. Easy prey for the tendrils, they wrapped around the imp’s body. The vulpera closed his paw and the tendrils squeezed the demon even tighter at the time they ignited in fel.

“Let me go, you filthy animal!” The imp yelled. With a movement of his paw, the imp was pulled out from the rift and right toward the warlock who had the weapon ready above him. “No, not the ax, not the-!”

With a swirf motion, the ax cut the tendrils and the imp in half, putting an end to its babbling and its life, for now.

He stood still looking at the split demon. His jaw clenched, his ears folded backwards. He would be breathing fel fire from his nostrils if he could. All his hatred deposited in one single blow against a meaningless foe. He wanted to dislodge the weapon but he found out that he barely held the shaft and the pull he tried to make on it made him trip and tumble down over the ashen ground.

“Demons don’t care for sympathy. They will tear you apart and take every opportunity to undermine you. You have the prowess to be a great conjurer but if you can’t make your mind stronger, all that power is useless.” The inquisitor hovered slowly towards him. “On the other hand… You are able to hold yourself against the least of the lesser demons.”

There wasn’t any response in return. His wounds and the exhaustion made him pass out already. The only hint there was still some life inside him was his shallow and slow breathing.

A portal opened behind him. A red skinned sayaad appeared from it and headed towards the vulpera. One arm under his back, the other under his legs, he cradled him away from the battlefield and into the portal to the unknown. “Sometimes I forget how fragile the mortal body is.” They mumbled as they floated away. “But soon you will take the next step, my acolyte.”

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xalaeth · 2 years ago

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Momma Vyrieth! - Coloured Sketch Commission.

Sidras’ Illidari mother (funny considering the boys a Warden.)

Now retired she works in Shal’doren’s inn as the innkeeper and bartender. She may look friendly with her flaming felfire locks lighting up the bar, but absorbing an incubus allows her to switch her gender at will. Vydren is the one man you do not want to meet. :D

Vyrieth belongs to @sandstone2223

#digital art #oc #world of warcraft #wow #kaldorei #commission #character:vyrieth marethi #Illidari #wow dragonflight #wow ocs

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duraxxor · 1 year ago

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I've heard a little rumor that while he is constant followed by his pet bats...they do get a bit pouty should he end up places where they can't reasonably follow for too long.

" Pouty. " The word rolled off the tongue with emphasis on the first letter, clicking the sinful tongue against teeth. A sleeved hand now cascading in the shadow as if to draw a curtain of sorts. The chittering of said bat children were eagerly heard by sensitive ears as they poured from his darkness like a swarm of locusts, one particularly perched now in the palm of his hand. Bringing said child to him, his crimson gaze now bores into the winged creature with humor. " Do you hear that, little one? They really think of you as a complaining child who lacks entertainment or is too hot from the scorching sun of day! " The bat seemed to create a series of high-pitched squeaks and screeches as if to protest before explaining something to its parent, arguably back talk if you think about it.

"Hmph. I cannot help it if you do not enjoy the smell of felfire and brimstone. It's not my fault that the demons pollute the air wherever they play war. " A single nail booped the creature on the nose fondly which caused it to flop backwards, clutching to his wrist in an upside-down hanging. " I swear, children are never satisfied, not even with honesty. "

#dura #batdad being batdad #anon

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steel-and-aether · 2 years ago

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#Felfire Beast #Infernal Light #Aran Aethersmith #Yes I spammed the raids until I got the tokens in a single night #why do you ask

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wanderingcotabussurgetank · 1 year ago

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Felfire Spellgun by Tim

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ethereal-and-vaguely-threatening · 2 years ago

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DWC Day 3 Forest - Mortality

Fire.

All consuming, all ruining fire.

A simple job, destroy the competition of the client and leave a lasting impression. What should have been cake for the two veteran Sparrows and one unmarked Carrion, hoping to earn his place in the flock, turned into an abrupt reminder of their mortality. A miscalculation on the time needed to escape the building before charges blew and engulfed the building in flame, putting the team in jeopardy.

“Oi!” Dax shouted, coming to an abrupt stop as the explosion shook the building’s rickety foundation and caused beams to collapse, blocking the way out as the fire spread rapidly throughout the storehouse. “Fuckin’ Slim! Damn count was wrong, look at this mess!” Dax wasted no time getting to work moving the beams to get them out before the roof came down, although each beam weighed nearly twice as much as he, the hulking mass of muscle grunted and grimaced until he lifted the first beam and set it to the side to prevent more rapid damage.

The building groaned as smoke filled the burning walls. “Keep at it Dax!” Amytheisa coughed, raising her mask to hopefully breathe better in the burning fog.

The second fallen beam was removed and the building did not react well to the shift as the back half that took the brunt of the explosion began to fall and crash to the ground. Dax barreled through the opening shouting “GET OUT!!!” His voice boomed, the heavy as he beam still above his head, the Carrion Hugh following close behind.

As the smoke outside cleared the group, it became obvious that their threesome was missing a key player. “Shit, She be inside!” Dax choked, wheezing from the smoke and exertion, leaving Hugh with a split second decision.

It was easy as breathing, these were the people he was fighting to join; starting off hanging around for parties and then lending a hand at the bar until he was invited to earn a spot; this was where the real work began, the heavy lifting and shit jobs fell on the Carrion as well as some light hazing from the veteran flock, the ones that stood where he stood. A deep breath in and Hugh ran back into the flames to rescue his moody superior.

Minutes past, leaving Dax a mountain of worry as the building was caving in on itself and the opening for their escape along with it. “Shit…” Using his large mass Dax held open their path as fire licked his arms and hands. “SHIFT IT!” His voice boomed in competition with the thunderous crackle of the flames.

Bursting from the collapsing building with Amytheisa over his shoulder, Hugh paused only to make sure Dax had let go and was running behind him and the group made for their escape as the smoke would have signaled the surrounding area that trouble was afoot and they had best be clear of it quickly.

Hours later…

The Felfire Eye, a formally rundown tavern in the corner of the Mage District of Stormwind, neglected by time until new ownership returned it to life, now bustling with marked and unmarked members of the Conspiracy of Ravens and those that spent their time in the organization’s orbit. The crew from the misbegotten job had since returned and were patched up and all marked members of the flock returned to the bar to take a very important vote.

Behind a hidden bookshelf door, down a long low lit corridor a large circular room with what looked like a fighting pit in the middle; on the far side of this room was a heavy set of wooden double doors, an ornate raven with wings and talons extended carved into the face, within voices and laughter could be heard.

“Alright alright.” Valanthriell spoke through a pleased laugh, smacking her hand on the large table they gathered around to quiet the group. “Now then, we’ve some last minute business.” Valanthriell spoke with a serious tone. “It seems Job No. 367 hit a snafu with its pyro and it went off less than stellar and ended with some near death experiences. Dax, the floor is yours.”

With a grunt Dax stood slowly, his bruised hulking mass casting a shadow across the large table, his gruff voice sounding more rough than usual from the excessive smoke inhalation. “Tell ya the truth, it was Charlie Foxtrot if I ever saw one, and I fer one don’t plan on a repeat performance. No more of this mates, if the pyros gotta bounce out of a job fer some reason or another, we pause. I ain't blamin' Slim, he sent us with the good stuff, but unexpected differences will screw the pooch faster than it can bark. First order of business is ta make this fact, if a trigger or a pyro has ta bounce out, we pause and replace. Princess Pain over there nearly didn't make it outta there." Dax began to sit down and paused to gesture toward Amytheisa who sported a bandaged cheek, right arm, and a withering stare focused on the much larger man, not saying a word.

"Then we shall vote," Valanthriell spoke matter-of-factly. "All in favor of putting a new rule into place, if a trigger, pyro, or otherwise necessary cog is MIA a hold will occur until they are replaced. This also means placing others on backup should this situation arise. All in favor?"

The first hand to rise was that of Amytheisa, who in the past would draw out her answer, now was point blank open for the change causing hands to rapidly follow.

"Very well, all placed on backup will be expected to remain near the job location and ready to arrive at the drop of a hat. Stay alert. Dax, the floor is yours again."

Dax stood once more, proudly speaking with wide open arms. "Hugh MacArthur. He hasn't yet finished his two year with us as Carrion, but the balls on this lad!” His words were disrupted by a few cheers. “I'll tell ya! The shit was hittin' the fan an' that young man didn't take a second thought before he rushed back in and hauled our Isa outta that fire and ta safety.” The cheering grew thunderous the more Dax spoke, calming as he motioned for them all to settle. “He's a stand-up guy that takes all the shit, does all the jobs an' never bitches. I move to mark Hugh MacArthur as one of our own!” The crowd erupted in cheers and the pounding of fists on the table until Mitharios stood.

“Remind us all, Historian, how far from his two year is Hugh?” Mitharios was a lawless man, however stuck to his personal code like glue, and knew full well that the young man was nowhere near close.

A young Pandaren woman spoke out behind the crowd from her corner as she flipped through the pages of a certain book. “Let’s see here, he's served one year and four.”

“Tisk tisk, shame. At a year and six I would consider it.” Mitharios grinned. “Shame, unless you plan on sponsoring him Dax? Feel like staking your seat on him holding true?” Challenging the larger man’s resolve on the topic, but before Dax could even speak another voice spoke up.

“I will sponsor him.” Amytheisa stood as she spoke, glaring toward Mitharios as those gathered were struck silent by surprise.

“Isa? You, of all people? Interesting, I’ll have to test his merit if he’s enough for you to stand for a stranger.” Mitharios provoked, although Isa didn’t rise to the occasion.

“Her reasoning matters little, Mitharios. Your condition is met and therefore makes this vote unanimous. Hugh MacArthur will be marked tonight.” Valanthriell spoke over the exchange, her word final. “Dismissed.” With that the group dissipated, slowly moving up to rejoin the goings on in the bar above.

To be continued...

Mentioned: @snapshots-inthe-shadows

(Should make a page for the support characters, though Isa might get a permanent page in the future.)

@daily-writing-challenge

#Vala #Mith #Storytime #Conspiracy of Ravens #C.o.R.#novemberdwc2022 #novemberday32022 #ethereal-and-vaguely-threatening #forever behind

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sekhisadventures · 1 year ago

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Malgum, Former Felblade of the Burning Legion

Important Stories:

Unnatural Beings: The man'ari have rejoined their draenei cousins, which reunites some families of the long-lived Eredar race. Malgum is asked to come with his sister, Aziguni, to Valdrakken in the hopes that she can help her friends understand that the man'ari are no longer their enemies.

Demons: When Shalandrae and Aziguni wind up cornered by Dissonantia and her minions, Malgum reveals the dread power of the felfury to save his sister.

Race: Man'ari Eredar

Class: Felblade Berserker

Eye Color: Burning fel green

Birthplace: Eredath City

Residence: A small enclave on Azuremist Island set aside by Velen for the Eredar.

Abilities:

Master of Melee Combat: Malgum has had tens of thousands of years to perfect the art of combat, and is able to stand toe to toe with the best warriors of Azeroth, having honed his abilities against countless worlds.

The Felfury: While Malgum does not like using this, he can call upon his fel corruption in moments of dire need. When he invokes this power he becomes a whirling storm of destruction, the felblood in his veins boiling white-hot as he tears into his foes, his body erupting in green flames that ignite anything flammable nearby. He does not feel pain, he does not feel fear, he does not feel anything but a maddening desire to tear apart whatever is infront of him. The Felfury comes with a cost however... felfire must be fed. When he invokes this he must focus on a target. If that target dies then Malgum suffers no ill effects, but if he takes too long he 'burns out' and becomes so exhausted that he can barely move. The cost must be paid, and if not by his victim, then by Malgum himself.

Familiar with Legion Technology: Not extremely useful these days... but Malgum is adept at using the technology of the Burning Legion, such as their ships like the Fel Hammer of the Illidari. As much Legion tech is based on Titan Technology thanks to their former leader being the fallen titan Sargeras this may come in handy...

History

The truth is, he had wished to go with Velen when the prophet fled Argus, but his partner (now centuries dead) had insisted they at least hear out Kil'jadeen's proposal. By the time they recognized it for the poisoned chalace it was, it was too late to refuse. To disobey Archimonde and Kil'jadeen was worthy of death. They allowed themselves to be remade as man'ari and the next several eons of their lives were an endless series of atrocities, genocide, and destruction on a global scale.

His partner fell during a legion invasion of a distant world far away from both Argus and Azeroth, decapitated by one of that world's defenders. For a long time they had only had each other, sharing their regrets and despair at their fate but unable to do anything about it. To even consider dissent was dangerous as Kil'jadeen could invade the minds of the eredar under him at his whim… and it was only blind luck he hadn't seen their thoughts. Their death was what first caused him to give into the felfury. The world turned red for him, and the one who struck down his partner was torn limb from limb by the furious eredar… along with their two allies, and their entire squad, and as the haze fel he found himself standing atop their leader, holding the pulped remains of what had been their head.

After this, he gave in for a long time. He didn't like what he was doing in the Legion's name, but he had lost the will to even care anymore. The only one he could trust was gone, what else could he do?

Then, after eons, Velen returned to Argus at the head of an army. The forces of Azeroth, a world that had denied Sargeras victory multiple times, had invaded the Legion's homeworld and were laying siege to Antorus. For the first time, he saw a potential way to free himself from his fate. As the rest of the legion went to battle, he fell back and hid in the depths of the citadel to wait out the conflict. If the Legion prevailed he would simply emerge and claim that he had been pursuing a group of draenei stragglers into the fortress. If through some miracle Sargeras lost… well… he didn't know what he'd do.

Of course, the miracle happened. The corrupted titan Argus was defeated, the Pantheon imprisoned Sargeras, and the Legion was no more. Kil'jadeen and Archimonde were truly dead, and Sargeras was gone. The Legion's generals looked above for guidance and saw only a power vaccum.

Civil War erupted practically overnight, with the highest ranking demons all vying to take the empty throne of Sargeras. Several powerful Man'ari joined the fighting themselves, but now that there were no leaders and no Kil'jadeen Malgum was beyond tired of the slaughter and stayed out of the conflict as much as he could.

Several years later however, Velen returned and met with another Man'ari Eredar… but Arzal'kal was no foe to the prophet. He led a cabal of Man'ari who, like Malgum, had made the mistake of trusting Kil'jadeen without knowing the truth of their pact with Sargeras. When Arzal'kal presented Velen with the Brilliant Star and shed his Eredar name, taking the name Arzaal once more, Malgum came with him to Azeroth.

Now, he simply wishes to stop being a weapon… but fighting is all he knows anymore after eons of warfare, so he sells his services as a felblade, hoping that he may find a new path someday.

#adventures in azeroth #world of warcraft #warcraft roleplay #warcraft fanfiction #man'ari eredar #eredar #draenei #warcraft oc

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