#Halforc Mercenary

[safrona-shadowsun]

Mar looked down to the tacup in her freckled hands that was warm, even hot, a piece f cole in her freezing hands. "I don´t think tht I will return to the Arathihighlands. In my mind that man who calls himnself a Trollbane is still a Usurpátor and not chosen by the Ting." She looked up, a frown drawing a long line between her thick eyebrows: "My apologize. I drink your tea and only talk about my own problems. You sure have your own thoughts more important, Milady."

Teatime Tuesday

Eyes fixed on the half orc's hands as she struggled to warm them with the tiny, clay-sculpted cup of tea, Safrona let a wry smile take her lips in understanding of the confession. Fingers toying with the lid of the sugar vessel, the void elf returned it gently to the accompanying teaset that dominated the booth table between them.

"I think home is best when you are carving it out on your own, and not at the whim of someone's war. Of course, someone somewhere likes to lay a claim to every piece of land." Safrona shrugged as she let her eyes light around her Sojourn, the well-loved Pandarian establishment that housed them now. "But I think I have done well for myself. Though it has taken some years to find my own place, and have it feel that it is mine."

Safrona smirked at the little teacup that Mar tried to evoke heat from. "But I also think that there are better ways to heat yourself than with flavored water. You might take a room here, yes? You can steep yourself in a private bath here for an hour or so, if you like."

{ @shuuhuu / @halforc-mercenary }

[adamssketchbooks]

Sketchbook XI Pages 56-57

[halforc-mercenary]

[ CAARD | ASKBOX | OPEN STARTER ]

[elkenbulwark]

// The kind of respect biv gets from other half-orcs thus far b like:

Mar: silken baby face. babygirl. Canta: he looks breedable- Jari's kid bro: are you a fucking hobo??

[beowulf22121]

So. D&D question.

What do we name our group?

We've got a human noble warlock, who was a glassblower until a wealthy noble commissioned something insane. He's been adventuring for about a month and a half. The commission gets revealed next game when I suspect we get asked what we call ourselves.

There's a halforc noble bard. She's not new money like the glassblower, she's second in line to the throne to the biggest country on the continent. She doesn't want an arranged marriage and told her dad she'd find someone herself. Gave herself 3 months when she left home but at the one month mark sent word home that the mercenaries that are her fathers sworn enimies are in town.

We have an Owlin bloodhunter. She's recently found religion, lived on a commune and doesn't understand currency, and is the most goth an owl could be. She's adventuting because her commune was wiped out, sole survivor scenario.

Then there's the Changling Rogue. Full on Winter Soldier meets Moon Knight. Conditioned to be an assassin, but has 8 other personalities that conveniently fit into the alignment chart. They change to whos skills and outlook fit the situation at times of stress, but the assassin can appatently be called out with keywords. A guy we encountered threatened to use them if we don't play to his version of nice. Most likely an orphan.

Finally the Shifter Drakewarden. Except instead of a drake it's Vulpix. Full on orphan dropped into an evil wizards version of slavery, bonded with Vulpix and ran away.

Two nobles and 3 orphans. What do we call ourselves? (Right now the running joke is that the Glassbower is Batman)

[torbeen]

[ PUSH ]: having just rescued the receiver from a blizzard, the sender insists on pushing the receiver closer to a fire to warm them up first.@halforc-mercenary

Blizzards weren't common in Elwynn Forest . But when they struck, they were fearsome.

Blinding conditions from the way the wind whipped the snow through the air like a sea of ice. Drifts deep enough to bury a Draenei to the hip, a human to the belly, and a Dwarf to their eyebrows.

But the most dangerous thing of all was the cold. The chill was not as fearsome as it was in other places on Azeroth, which perhaps made it eh most vicious of all. The cold seemed harmless at first, when all it could do is flush the cheeks. Then a nuisance when it numbed the toes and fingers, making them as inflexible as gnarled old wood. Then came the shivering that permeated the entire body.

That was the state that Torben found the stranger in, happened upon by chance where the road ought to have been, now buried beneath the snow and ice that showed no signs of relenting. The swiftly filling tracks of a beast of burden and their owner was what Torben followed, wearing all white from the wool of his pants to the white wolf cloak about his shoulders. More akin to a mirage in a cloud of steam than a man in such conditions.

But that was the intent, was it not? To be unseen, even now, upon the road? For rain, sleet, or snow, the coffers of the Brotherhood must be filled by those unlucky enough to find themselves happened upon on the road.

Was it pity that stayed Torben's hand, choosing to come upon the shivering stranger with the promise of aid as opposed to giving them nothing but a helping hand in carrying their valuables?

As if Torben could discern such things. All he knew was that when the stranger was came upon, shaking and huddled tight against the weather, he offered to lead them to sanctuary for the night.

Sanctuary came in the form of an old, single room structure on the banks of the river that cleaved Elwynn from Wstfall, still running in protest of the chill of the season. Inside was, blissfully, a fire. A fire that Torben ushered the stranger towards with a hand on their back, towards the wooden seat that could rightfully have been his own. "What good fortune I came upon you out there! If not, you'd be a..."

Only then did Torben discern their features in the orange light of the flames. Green skin, tusks, a study jaw that fists could be broken upon. They were an Orc. Of some variety, for their was delicacy that rivaled that more of a human in places.

"Icicle." Carrying on without missing more than a single beat, Torben crouched by the fire and extended his own hands towards it, the fur mittens that once covered his hands shed as his fingers drank in the warmth."What were you doing out there, anyway?"

[bluescalearchivist]

What is my muse afraid of? Template by @astrronomemes

COMMON FEARS & PHOBIAS: The dark l Small spaces l Suffocation l Water l Thunderstorms l Dogs l Snakes l Spiders l Insects l Clowns l Blood l Dentists l Hospitals l Needles l Germs l Heights l Fire l Public speaking l Large crowds l Meeting new people l Being alone l Being touched l Failure l Imperfection l Societal rejection l Physical intimacy l Emotional intimacy l Being abandoned l Being forgotten

What other fears do they have? That she will die before her life's work is complete. Which, would be much easier to accomplish, if she could pin down exactly what would make her life's work complete...though, that might be a different matter entirely. With knowledge being a never ending cycle, how did you complete a magnum opus of knowledge? A central hub where everything could be available to anyone who needed it...? At what point is it enough?

Why do they have these fears? Are these fears innate, trauma-based, or generational? That is more difficult to say. It feels innate of course, but for Viragosa it could easily be trauma-based. Her parents - the ones who raised her, not the brood matron who rejected her - tried to help her understand things like balance and limitation, but nothing has stamped out the knowledge that the one who brought her most directly into this world felt that she would amount to nothing. What better way to prove that wrong?

Have they ever tried to work through or confront these fears? How did it go? That would require Viragosa to understand this is a fear, and not a driving force in her life. A meaning, a fire under her unseen tail. As it is, that's how she sees it: a motivation, not a fear. Reframing it has helped her sleep better at night...most nights. Mostly.

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[lighthouseborn]

Repost and bold what applies to your muse: Health Edition

gets colds easily - has a chronic condition - has had major surgery - has had minor surgery - suffers from spring allergies - has broken a bone - has a sensitive stomach - gets headaches easily - has anxiety - has depression - is prone to panic attacks - bruises easily - has had a major health scare - has lost a loved one to health issues - pushes themselves when sick - is a poor patient - is a good patient - ignores signs of poor health in themselves - is a hypochondriac - has undiagnosed health issues - isn’t bothered by medical settings - hates medical settings

• has had minor surgery — Stitches. All verses he has gotten stitches at least once. At least. He has ... definitely one but maybe two? verses where he has had major surgery (D:BH and modern.)

• has broken a bone — A few! I have my 'he climbs' headcanon, so he's definitely broken fingers here and there. His nose, at least once (which I guess is not technically a bone, but it's in the spirit of things.) His right forearm, once (compounded with a shoulder injury, which was more muscle damage but. All in all just a really bad incident.) And I think he's at least fractured a few ribs, if not completely broken them.

• gets headaches easily — Maybe not... easily? But he's prone. Familiar with them, anyway, for different reasons in different verses but also just in general. Maybe it's all the should-have-been-a-concussion's, maybe Turners aren't so immune to head trauma after all, I don't know.

• has anxiety — There's a definite lean for it that exists, mostly separation anxiety. I don't think it plagues him in a daily capacity, and honestly there are some things he could probably stand to be more cautious about, but I do think he's specifically touchy about the matter of his loved ones being parted from him. It doesn't take a lot to make him worry about his people. It doesn't..take anything, really. If they're out of his immediate reach, he's at least a little bit worried they won't be able to get back. He's got a few tools for dealing with it and generally keeps handle unless there's a lot of pressure on it, but it's still a thing that's There you know?

• pushes themself when sick — For one thing he just doesn't get sick very often, he's a resilient type, so he's definitely likely to try and ignore (or just more likely he'll miss the signs of) things at first. He generally writes things off until he's gone from 'feel a little off' to 'miserable and suffering'. So, if it never gets that bad, he's not likely to act 'sick' at all. It'll be just a rough couple days, not "got sick."

• is a poor patient — When he feels half bad but not awful and someone tries to get him to rest and etc. he is... very unlikely to follow this instruction. As well, he just struggles in general with accepting acts of service + hates when people try to assume authority/control. If he really truly feels very bad and/or sought out the help he will follow instructions to feel better, but. You know. Levels. Nuance. You'll have to fight with him at least a little bit, probably, but there are also ways he'll Try.

• hates medical settings — Well, sort of? It's not that he has medical anxiety or a particular grudge against infirmaries or hospitals, etc., it's that he broadly associates them with boredom and a certain level of (annoying but not (typically) threatening) loss of autonomy. So it's not that he hates the setting itself he just dislikes when he's bound to them. He generally has no problems paying visits to others or passing through for a checkup.

Circumstantially; in verses that engage with his sixth sense, his mild aversion to medical settings also has to do with the way these places are unavoidably shadowed by death. When you're a person who can feel and Notice the places death touches your world, hospitals tend to sit a little funny. (Like a knot in the chest.)

tagged: @halforc-mercenary tagging: @tiderider @parameddic @dvarapala @hvndredstories & all my beloved dash thieves

[irrfahrer]

what do you think makes your oc unique?

ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTIONS& HEADCANONS: * collection #1

In all honesty I do not think that Ziv is especially unique? Jedi-Child send away to the AgriCorps and beeing especially angry about it, is the plot of the youthnovellas about ObiWan Kenobi and Quigon Jinn. Jedi child with anger issues had been done in starwars before my own brith, so eh. AgriCorps Member beeing the Warden of a Murakami Orchid is the Plot of "Red Harvest". So the concepts that make Ziv "Ziv" are concepts that had already been written about for over ten years. My OC is not especially unique. The only thing that might make her stand out a little is her beeing a Non-Humanoid Alien and even than she is a anthromorphic Alien with an upright standing, four limbs, a humanoid amount of eyes, ears and mouths, and hands and feet that are used as hands and feet. So her beeing a non-human does not stretch the "nonhuman" part especially far.

It does not change the fact that I enjoy writing her and her horrible foul mouth. Its hilrious to come up with her speakingpattern and I also always write her dialogueparts first before writing the rest. Which makes her unique in contrast to the Oc I had written before on @ halforc-mercenary, because that was a very quiet person and most of her screaming social anxiety happned in a inner monologue while Zivs thoughts and wandering ideas do not happen on the inside but always on the outside for everyone to hear.

[cloakoflame]

Which Animal Would Be Your Witch Familiar?

Raven

Ravens are true romantics. They love stories about brave yet doomed knights and noble ladies. In keeping with chivalric custom, they are dedicated and loyal friends. Ravens are supportive, emotionally and intellectually. Famed for their intelligence, ravens are the best kinds of scholars: they are open-minded and imaginative. For example, a raven would help you decipher cryptic messages in ancient texts to discover new incantations you test and improve together. A raven would have bonded with you in large part because you're scholarly, enjoying learning for the sake of learning. You challenge yourself intellectually. You also have an appreciation for beauty. Not only is your magic effective, but it's beautiful too. People are amazed by your work and abilities everywhere you go. You and your familiar are most interested in astronomy, attempting to make sense of the past, present, and future through the movements of the cosmos.

Tagged by: @lady-proudmoore

Tagging: @astralfox0893 @rangergeneralsylvanas @paragonrising @halforc-mercenary @rosawept and anyone I missed or are interested.

[erlenzeisig]

this is probably super random. We used to rp on your WoW blog a few years ago (circa 2019? ish?) & I happened to come across old posts in the characters i used to play's tags today & went down a nostalgic road trip. Just wanna say thank you for how interested you always seemed to be w/ engaging. Some of my favorite rp blips were with Marr. I hope you're doing well these days & thank you for such great memories :)

awww sweet anon, hello and welcome back! Which Muse had you been writing? Yeh, @halforc-mercenary is on hiatus since the first lockdown. Writing starwars themed working-sheets for my students in lockdown dragged me back to the StarWars fandom so I am since than writing on @irrfahrer . I am thinking of bringing Mar back with a more generalfantasy themed design, though since the lass had yet not found a home for herself. Yet most people I had been writing with are nolonger on tumblr or had moved on to other fandoms. I am glad my little green curlball was able to give you great memories :D

[safrona-shadowsun]

I *absolutely* missed this amazing birthday gift of Saf from @halforc-mercenary. I love the dark color you went with for her complexion...like Entropic Embrace kicking off and setting her to nightfall. Thank you so much!

[halforc-mercenary]

What is my muse afraid of? Template by @astrronomemes

COMMON FEARS & PHOBIAS: The dark l Small spaces l Suffocation l Water l Thunderstorms l Dogs l Snakes l Spiders l Insects l Clowns l Blood l Dentists l Hospitals l Needles l Germs l Heights l Fire l Public speaking l Large crowds l Meeting new people l Being alone l Being touched l Failure l Imperfection l Societal rejection l Physical intimacy l Emotional intimacy l Being abandoned l Being forgotten

What other fears do they have? In a general sense, Mar is afraid of not being good enough. Not being strong enough to protect her loved ones, not being able to do what needs to be done, not beeing able to work etc. This is very much caused by the strict military philosophy she grew up under. She knows how her life should go and what rules to follow to reach that goal she is after (in her case a piece of land and the right to officially marry, join a village community where shes seen as equal with a voice in the Ting, beeing a part of a community and not beeing a outsider, maybe even adopt children and have with her piece of land enough money to give them a childhood without worries),so she is terrified by the possibility that one mistake could make her nolonger live up to the rules she has to follow and with that never be able to reach her goal. Mar puts herself to a very strict standart, because anything else means failure and failure means no chance at the future she so much hopes to have.Following the rules and fitting the standart is her chance to have that future and she is not risking that.

Why do they have these fears? Are these fears innate, trauma-based, or generational? Mars fears are definitive trauma based: Her expierence with the mad dog aside, Mar had grown up hearing the muttered sentences "should have been drowned in the vikken at birth" at every little mistake she made. What was a throw away line or a loose threat to make a child obdient by the older mercenarys around her turned into Mars curse, because she started to fear it as an actual punishment if she ever misstepped. She is an adult now and a muttered line over a young child misbehaving (or juast asking questions or just beeing a tired child) is something she had seen through as just that: a sentences. She is still not able to swimm and will do her very best to avoid deep waters, because with her not beeing able to swimm drowning has turned into a possibility that can become actually a truth for her.

Have they ever tried to work through or confront these fears? How did it go? Mar would rather get her spear and run it through herself wholly from her backsid and out of her mouth, before she would ever even think of confronting that fear of dogs. She can be around dogs without panicking, that is enough for her. Even if she would never feel comfortable around dogs or wolfs, let alone ever feel save. It is the same for any other of her fears, she can go through her day and function and that is enough. To confront a fear, one first has to think about it and Mar does not want to think about any of her fears, because it makes her feel useless that she has those fears and beeing useless means that she has no right to be there in the first place and if she has noright to be there in the first palce she ´should have been drowned in the vikken at birth'. If Mar would confront her fears and with that admit that she has them, she would give into her greatest fear of beeing useless and with that not the warrior she is meant to be, which is in the strict military philosophy she grew up and lives under , very much a death sentences.

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[elkenbulwark]

"So if it is not 'young Sir'; how am I suppose to refer to you?" Mars voice was as alwyays stern and her word direct, as if she was giving orders. There was however a hint of a amused shimmer in the womans red eyes and the wisp of a smile curling around her left tusks that showed that she was indeed teasing. Which also might was noticeable in the little pause Mar made befor delivering the horrible end of the very horrible joke: "Young mister?" @halforc-mercenary

His teeth were already grinding at the first 'young sir' of the evening, so it was with great gusto that he wheeled around to fling just what he thought of the awfully appointed title in the form of a look that perfectly encompassed all the components of a branding- a poor attempt at concealing a grimace, grinding teeth, and the subtle hint of betrayal found within eyes not promised when exactly the hot rod would fall. Oh, and fall it did with that not so helpful revision made so jovially on her part.

"Well, you could start with- oh, I dun'o..." A leather glove crinkled into a fist made by his side that no amount of clenching tight could still the tremble or two within. Only flinging it out to the side and extending his fingers seemed to do the trick. "...MY LIT'RAL NAME?" With a scowl, he shook his head to see if it would help clear the blood pooling into his face as he tucked his bottom lip under his tusks in an indignant pout that turned into a series of stabs at the air via the sharp ends. "-and I been an adult 9 years proper, I'll has ya know. Birvor '9 years proper' of House Cragdew."

[hal-assan]

@halforc-mercenary​ to Yvair:  [ SUPPORT ]; the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

Usually, Yvair tried to keep distance when it came to fights. Emerald hues were keen enough to make sharp shooting a breeze, and it’s more often his shots were narrowly blocked or dodged than stray. But it wasn’t always a possibility. Either forced to take a more bolder approach due to danger closing in, enemy rangers or occasionally something else more dire.

The grappling chain that had found itself buried in his leg hurt, but not enough to stop him from fighting. A singular dagger clutched tightly in his hand as he weaved his way through the battlefield. Though he spared just a fleeting moment to wonder how much damage being yanked off his perch by the mechanism did, Yvair didn’t have the luxury to linger on it too long. He could stand on the leg-- mostly-- and that was enough for now.

It felt like barely any time had passed at all and yet as if it’d taken far too long for the enemy forces in the immediate area to thin down, and though the sound of fighting could be heard off in another sector of the fortress Yvair found himself forced to slow to a stop, a hand pressing against his injured right leg as he reminded himself yet again that he needed to leave the hook in until a healer could take care of it.

“Shit,” The word hissed past his lips involuntarily, and it’s only shortly after it escaped him that he realized he’d garnered the attention of someone else nearby, and not everyone had rushed off to push the fight closer to an end. Lips screw up into a forced smile of pain, as if he could ward her off with it, “I-- No,  you don’t have to worry about me. It’s just a hook in my leg. I can manage walking still.”

[dasachtleoncroi]

Mar knocked politely at the doorframe before looking inside Dasachts smithy. "Greetings Sir.", she hestiated, then said quietly: "I have officially made the biggest mistake of my Life, do you want to celebrate it with me?" She held up a bottle of mead in one hand and two claymugs in the other, while the face hidden under her hood was a strange mix of desperation and somehing that could be the thrill of anticipation, like from a travler looking forward to return in the danger of the wilderness.

@halforc-mercenary

The sound of hammer taps against soft metal quieten as the old man dips a metal casing as wide as a mans chest into the water trough next to him, lifting his visor up he turns to look at the half orc. He wipes sweat and soot from his brow and face as he removes his heavy smithing glove and smiles at Mar.“What are we celebrating and why are referring to it as the biggest mistake of your life? I am in need of a break and i have glasses inside if you prefer please follow me.”Dasacht motions to his home and leads Mar inward.