#Hir'eek

[dravatti]

Trolltober2022/13 - Conflict Mazheek found himself so obsessed with the Bat Loa he wanted nothing else than to be able to turn into a bat himself. Unfortunately for him, shapeshifting requires worship of Gonk, who he ditched seconds after gaining his blessing of Shapes, and once more declared himself Hir’eek’s most loyal follower.  But the Loa are fickle and they don’t like to share - and Mazheek lost both Gonk’s and Hir’eek’s blessings. Vandalizing murals with painting one Loa over another isn’t exactly helping. 

[ehkkoart]

Yaema, priestess of Hir'eek for my lovely friend Belethe 💙

Please don't repost my work! my site | my twitter | my socials

[byrjl]

Listens to One Way or Another from Hocus Pocus 2 Listens to One Way or Another from Hocus Pocus 2 Listens to One Way or Another from Hocus Pocus 2 Listens to-

LISTEN... It just made me think of a Witherbark Hir'eek lady, so I made a rough sketch.

[leahdarkspear]

"Fraid of di dark, likkle ting?"

Leah finds herself in the presence of the spirit of Hir'eek.

[nixalegos]

"I have everyone do the Lighting Rod job Mr. Hackney. It's a decidedly off-hand operation that doesn't usually require my involvement, helps establish that the hired can actually follow directions, and helps me down the line with rituals that are best left undiscussed. Helps get people into the mindset that doing any odd jobs I require pays well and doesn't step on any moral shortcomings. Also It does actually install useful working lighting rods in places that sometimes need them. So it's win-win-win in my book." He explained, either completely and totally ignoring the other mans terrible electric pun, so somehow insulated against it. The hooded man held out a black mailing envelop, a decidedly thin thing for them to take. "Hazula, Zandalari Troll, Devotee of Hir'eek." He said without giving them time to open the envelope. "They had been training to become a prelate to their Loa before their Loa was...corrupted and killed." He said with a shrug. "You can understand how that might shake a beings faith. Letter has the same coordinates they were given, only I shortened the window of time they had to perform the job, so you don't have to do anything like stake the area out for days on end." He explained. "Have fun in Stormsong Valley."

@torbeen

"Mr Hackney, I'm interested in having you tail someone. They're doing something similar to that lighting rod job you did, but I have doubts they'll be able to...perform, shall we say? I want someone capable to swoop in if I'm right. If I'm wrong, well, you'll be paid the same."

"You are having someone do a job similar to the one I preformed?" Smirking form ear to ear, utterly unable to resist, the glee in Torben's voice saturated the coming word. "Shocking." Now that was a level of self satisfaction that could sustain him for days, weeks even. For not even the most troubling of news could have washed that look off of his face.

Demons raining from the sky. Apocalyptic horrors rising form the sea. The Bank of Stormwind declining a line of credit to his false genuine identity, Horben Tackney. Nothing could bring him down after such a spectacular pun.

"No wonder you have come to me, my friend! If anyone knows a thing or two about preforming, it is I." Yep. He just kept on beaming away at his own amusement, arms crossing as he leaned back against the fencepost behind him, as if the surging winds of mirth were truly about to blow him over, and all that kept him upright was the sturdiness of the post behind him.

"Now, to the nitty gritty! Whose bedchamber am I busting in on to monitor their performance? I'll have you know this sort of work usually isn't my thing, but luckily for you, I find myself between jobs! Who'd have thought the attempted disbandment of the Brotherhood would cause such a thing?"

[lycisca]

Tra’zui and Hir’eek for my druid pal, @irrelevantpopsicle over on AF!

[crisasthewakener]

Comfy Pajamas!

Done with my new watercolor pencils (and a bit of digital editing)

From top to bottom, Kimbul, Pa’Ku, Hir’eek, Ragnaros and Ysera

[pelikoi]

"Offerings for a dead god"

Rag'wi's altar to honor Loa Hir'eek even when he no longer walks among us.

[merkygloom]

Hir'eek guards de weak, He can find de things you seek.

He be blind, and so kind. He brings clarity of mind.

[sheisketch]

Day 3: Loa (Hir'eek)

[dravatti]

Trolltober2022/02: Loa Outfit Mazheek is one of those trolls who spends a whole lot of time half dressing up as his Loa and smearing on whatever warpaint he figures suits Hir’eek, but forgets to embrace his Loa’s actual values. 

[doodlingadventures]

BLIZZARD WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO HIM

WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE

(I found them all, will be posting the rest later)

[ponyryderart]

Felbat

[squirrel-art]

I was in an ink drawing mood, so I tried my hand at some stylized depictions of the trollish loa from world of warcraft. i love how they turned out, to the point where i might go back and digitize these later, make em more symmetrical, all that. for now, though, here they are: Shadra the Spider, Hethiss the Serpent, Shirvallah the Tiger, Bethekk the Panther, Hir'eek the Bat, and Hakkar the Blood God \o/

[digital-zandali]

The Siame Quashi

After having my Siame Quashi Guild on Black Water Raiders for a long while, and not really doing anything with it, I have finally revamped it. It gets its name from the Shadow Hunter force that Vol’jin led in Zul'Gurub and Zul'Aman. I have made it to where, instead of rankings showing how high you are on the totem pole, to rankings just meaning which loa you are more attuned to as a shadow hunter. I tried to give everyone the same amount of access to functions. At least as much as the game allows. And though I am guild leader, my rank copies that of which loa I thought was most Death Knighty, so that there isn’t one main leader. The loa are a mix of the greater, and regular loa, some of which are Zandalari, because of the upcoming expansion (And because a few Zandalari loa have given the Darkspear’s aid. Such as Gonk, Bwonsamdi who is darkspear/zandalari loa, and Zanza. probably missing some.) . 

The Ranks and classes assigned are as followed. (Names might sound silly, but was the best I could do, with the amount of characters I could use.)

Ogoun War Hexer: Warriors of course, as Ououn is the loa of war.

Gonk Head Hunter: Hunters, as Gonk is considered the Great Hunter. 

Shadra’s Venom: Rouges.

Lukou Healer (cause witch doctor wouldn’t fit.): Priests of the healing affinity.

Zanza Caster: Mage of course, and  maybe Shaman? 

Samedi’s Shadow: Shadow priests and perhaps warlocks?

Shirvallah Claw: Monks, cause well tiger... Could also easily be druid.

Hir’eek’s Fang: Druids, cause of flight form.

And Rezan Sacrifice: Death knights. Honestly the hardest class to place, but as the loa is kinda a undead of sorts, I thought it fit.

Honestly any of these loa, could easily be any other class, so if someone wants a different rank/loa , it can be easily fixed. I gave access to bank, but not sure how much access is to much, or too little. Everyone can pull once a day from tab one and two. Not sure if to give more, because  I don’t want to get someone who abuses the access. This will be a casual guild just for fun. I don’t want any pressure on the more shy players, who might only want to hang, or have casual help. Rp, questing, dungeons, and Raids are optional. But everyone should be able to create an event, so if someone wants to start a group they totally can at any time. 

Either way, whether I get new guildies or not, I am proud of the effort I spent into fixing it up.

[giant-oc-ballpit]

They say that the anger of trolls is fierce, to never anger them because they will never let you find peace again. But they never mentioned how fierce the love of a troll is.

However, they do say that Shadow Hunters are the fiercest of all trolls.

And Akkal was always so much like her father.

She admired her father Vol'jin from the very day she was born. Before Akkal even had her name, before she even opened her eyes she was held by him. He heard her first battle cry as she fought the indignities of being brought into the world, and smiled with pride at her waving fists.

Vol'jin named her for the wild summer storms, forces of nature so strong even the Loa could not stop them, only redirect at the most.

As soon as she could move on her own, Akkal was following Vol'jin, to her mother's frustration and annoyance. She watched with fascination as he prayed and spoke with the Loa, soothed to sleep from the sound of Bwonsamdi's (aka "Bansami" or "Bwonsami") voice. She wrapped her little hands around her father's glaive, and left scratch marks on it from her tusks as she tried to put her mouth on it. Her mother once found her practicing her snarl while holding a Rush'kah mask. She tamed her own snake, as red as her hair, and named it Joji.

Akkal followed her father to where he sparred with Rokhan and the other Shadow Hunters as soon as she could walk. She tried to hide, but they sensed her almost immediately. And in true Darkspear fashion, gave her two sticks so she could imitate their moves.

And then stepped in to correct her. And gave her the dullest daggers they had to use, so she could get used to the weight. And for every second longer that they couldn't sense her in the shadows she was rewarded.

Akkal was included more in the drumming and prayers and sacrifices to the Loa. Vol'jin told her their names, and what to ask for in their deals. And to always fulfill her end of the bargain.

Her first prayer was to Bwonsamdi, to declare her loyalty and her power as a Shadow Hunter in training.

Her second prayer was to Hir'eek when she wandered too far in the night and lost her way.

Despite Akkal's clear and close connection with Vol'jin, she was never intended to be the next leader of the Darkspear tribe. That honor/burden went to her older sister Lek'jin.

Akkal had the freedom to make friends, to go be an adventurer. And she finally got to go on a real campaign, after training with her friends. They were all older than her, but all of them would be considered children by anyone else. But even so, they went to Pandaria.

And they were there when Vol'jin was betrayed. The only betrayal Akkal had known was the story of Zalazane. She berated herself for not sensing it coming, only stopping when her friends reminded her that even Vol'jin hadn't felt it until it was almost too late. Akkal didn't want to leave him there, didn't want to leave him in a dark cave alone while he was wounded. She didn't want to tell the world he was dead. But Vol'jin pushed her away and reminded her that "Darkspear never die."

And so she left him. She told Garrosh and the others that he was dead. Akkal didn't have to fake her tears.

Nor did she have to fake them upon his return. She painted her face with a white skull just like him, and followed him to his rebellion and as he laid siege to Orgimmar, where she had spent so much time running and playing, the city where she met her friends.

Akkal was proudest of all when her father was named Warchief. Not because it meant she was more important now that she was the daughter of the warchief, or even because of the idea that she might be warchief one day. (The idea never entered her head.) No, she was proud because now everyone could see how amazing he was, and follow him as she did.

Akkal was there when he died. She followed him to the Broken Shore, and helped carry him back to Orgimmar. She tried so hard to heal him. Akkal and Lek'jin both poured every source of voodoo and mojo into their efforts and none of it did a bit of good. They prayed to every Loa they knew and none of them offered help. Vol'jin pushed their hands away from the Fel-scarred wound on his chest. He said that the spirits were calling his name, and that is was time for him to go to Bwonsamdi.

The crowd below the raised platform that her father's body rested on was blurred as Akkal chanted "Darkspear never die!", hearing the words echoed a thousand times over in unison with her.

The Uncrowned gave her her means of revenge. She killed hundreds of demons, and sends more souls to Bwonsamdi. Akkal returned to the Broken Shore, and found her father's broken tusk in the ashy sand. Now it lives on a leather string around her neck, resting on top of her heart.

The joy at seeing Bwonsamdi again. The awe at meeting new Loa. The sorrow and horror at seeing them die. The overwhelming grief and regret at killing Hir'eek, who had helped her take her first steps in darkness, who had given her blind little sister the means to wander the world on her own strength.

Akkal was overjoyed when Princess Talanji called Vol'jin's spirit to them. She fell even deeper in love with the princess at that, which was impressive given how hard she landed while rescuing her from Stormwind.

She got to kill in his name, by his orders again. And to go up against an old God, too! No greater honor, as far as Akkal was concerned.

There were no answers for Vol'jin. Not yet. But there was an answer for Akkal: that her father was not done fighting yet. That he was still proud of her. She saw him twice more before the Veil shattered: once at Talanji's coronation, and again at their wedding.

And then. A miracle. Working with Bwonsamdi in the realms of death, rescuing the Loa that had died. Being forgiven by Hir'eek. Rezan giving Vol'jin all his power.

"I gonna be a Loa..." He said, looking at his ghostly hands in wonder.

"Oh Fa'da..." Akkal grinned at him. "You have always been my Loa. And you always will be."