#Torbeen

[helreginn]

@torbeen asked:

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

Hel leaned forward, a bemused and menacing smile on her pallid features. "Did you? Or were you captivated by a spectacularly compelling act?"

She eyed him up and down, smile widening.

"Look at me. Look at you." She turned her head to the side, like an owl, jointed on a swivel. "You think you are someone important enough to behold my demise? Truly?" She giggled and it was something odd. Sweet and sickly, unlike her visage. She was playing a game and he was her unwitting toy.

"When I go, I will poison the waters and salt the earth. None who see my bones will live to question my return. What ever you think you saw, you were mistaken."

[safrona-shadowsun]

Sweet/Sinful Sunday

“I think you should…look into employing the Brotherhood for protection! With current...unforeseen hiccups involving the unfortunate implosion of our command structure and operation apparatus, so many of us have gone freelance! Myself included!"

Torben beamed a grin and just kept on with the sales pitch. If only there were used Mechano-hog lots in these parts, he'd be set for life when it came to employment with the winning smile he wore.

"Imagine how safe you will feel knowing that no fingers, beyond perhaps mine own, will be in your coffers. If you could ever put a price on peace of mind, it would be however much coin I can carry I reckon."

Stopped just before the closing gates of the Darkmoon Fairegrounds outside of Goldshire, perhaps the Rendorei woman did seem deceptively defenseless; there was a certain noble bearing that may have even marked her as a target for robbery from a distance. Yet she approached with a composure and certainty. Hearing the offer from the roguish gentleman, she seemed...amused.

"Oh, I'm sure you are quite efficient," she replied with a professional charm, a disarming smile. "But I have my own protection." It was then that the armored behemoth of a demon stepped in close to tower over her, and more importantly, Torbeen. It's spiked hand flexed with anticipation around the hilt of a longsword, eagerly awaiting a single command from its mistress to dispense violence.

"Apologies to hear about your potential...displacement. But if you are looking for some honest local work, I think I could provide. You would be paid on your own merit, per contract you take. Ah but introductions first, yes?"

The void elf offered her hand out to shake under the intimidating gaze of her demonic guardian. "Safrona Shadowsun, owner of Empyrean Star Trades. I manage the most important part of the business - our team of couriers. And I always have an eye open for new blood."

{ @torbeen ;) }

[rangergeneralsylvanas]

“Great. Sensational. That’s your plan, is it?” - For Ranger General

Sylvanas nodded and paced as she answered, "yes that is my plan." She had been looking for ways to protect her people and recruiting druids seemed to do the trick. "It may be unorthodox but I needed more ideas after the last attack on our lands."

[lady-proudmoore]

cont from HERE @torbeen​

The Lord Admiral’s attention to his presentation had begun to wane, until he pulled out the picture. Her eyes turned from bored to hard, a frown forming between them. Jaina took a deep breath through her nose and let it out slow. She reached out to him with her hand open, palm up. Her command was calm.

“Give me the picture, Torben.”

[cloakoflame]

The crease in Kael’thas’s brow never ceased to dissipate as he watched Torben from behind a table. With hands behind his back in poised fashion, the elf peered at his human acquaintance from a map of the Dragon Isles.

He pursed his lips tighter. Torben’s careless tipping of the books made him sigh, then he stood up straight. For whatever reason, the human was keeping his strategic mind away from the day’s work—and would continue so long as he remained in his presence.

Even more interesting—and just as confusing as meandering through a maze—was the man’s odd ability to maintain a smile as he mentioned the downfall of the Deadmines. Kael raised a golden eyebrow, fair features hardening slowly like water to ice on a cold winter’s night. A blue eye twitched as he, for the moment, attempted to connect dot to dot, only to be rained upon by a downpour of questions that sought to bridge the however-long gap between them.

The corner of his lips upturned ever so slightly, and Kael’thas and relaxed his shoulders. He motioned for the bottle of wine sitting nearby, filled a glass, and with a gesture of his hands, willed the glass to rest on a bookshelf near Torben. “I believe you scatter the events—like wind to parchment. Breaking into my personal vault is how we met, and we both knew how such an incident occurred,” he recalled, the echoes of whirling wards and frantic footsteps from the Royal Guard still a-fresh in his mind. “No, I believe last we saw one another, you were delivering a parcel to both Alleria Wndrunner and the Lord Admiral in an attempt to warn them of Sylvanas’s travesties.”

The name slipped through his tongue like ash. Kael never bothered to use her excuse for the title of Warchief and in the several years that passed, the Dark Lady’s absence seemed to fall away from his mind like curtains drawn on the final act of a stage performance--her antics had always seemed to amount to such anyway.

“Could you, please, not do that here?”

“We need to sweep for bugs.” Torben exclaimed with an exasperation akin to if his acquaintance had asked him what color the sky was, or if the sun was warm.

What other way was there to sweep for bugs inside a tent than to thrash about with a broom, knocking this and that about the floor of the tent with the bristles in a manner that brought into question if Torben ever had used a broom before. “Never know who is listening. You know these bugs. Always hiding where you least suspect them. All of them in the employ of SI:7.” Torben explained, casually tipping over what was an impeccably neat stack of books from a step stool, all in the pursuit of seeking out those creepy crawlies.

“Don’t worry, we do this all the time in the Deadmines. Or did.” Apparently satisfied by his work, Torben brought the broom before him as one might a walking stick, rested his hands a top it, and offered the Sun King a grin that reeked of his own amusement. “Before the place went to hell.”

Torben drummed the fingers of one hand on the other, while he took in the sight of the Sin’dorei before him. Was that crease in his brow the sign of struggled recollection? Quite possibly. Either that, or the first signs of indigestion from whatever he had eaten earlier in the night.

“When was the last time we saw each other? That unfortunate incident in your vault? The time I took care of that problem for you? The time I delivered that parcel for you to a certain someone? Jog my memory, I fail to recall.”

[nixalegos]

"Tell me why I'm here. You never bring me anywhere near your work."

SOMEWHERE IN PANDARIA. "Mr Hackney, please. Have a modicum of faith that I would never intentionally bring you into something uncouth and dangerous." He explained. "An...associate...of mine is currently displaced in time. An employee with employees of their own." He said, his cowled visage turning to look at the human. "From a certain point of view. While I -can- order around the former, I cannot exactly wrangle to what they hold in oath." "So I need you to keep an eye out for a demonic ambush while I take their report across space-time distortions." He explained, "Afterwards, I'll buy you a drink at the Elysian Sojourn. It' only about an hours flight from here."

@torbeen

[westfall-faith]

Make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone’s favorite.

Tagged by: @nixalegos & @captzexx

Tagging: @torbeen, @tyra-greydawn, @returntohelheim, @ofravensandseas @navarr-esthelian

[ranger-swiftwind]

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Cyn has a few fears but small things or small phobias that she deals with when confronted with it but Cyn's greatest fear is being abandoned or left behind. When confronted with said fear she kind of just locks it down. Pretends it doesn't exist or that she doesn't feel that way. She tries to repress it down deep. Which isn't healthy in the slightest.. everything repressed comes up eventually. But so far not many know that about her given how well she hides it.

Thanks! @torbeen

[caedun]

200 word challenge, ii

Yeah I’m gonna keep doing it.

The rules are simple: Use whatever inspiration you get from the music and/or lyrics I provide, and write something 200 words or less!

THEME 1: “I feel your fire inside, each time I’m next to you”

THEME 2: “One and only one.”

THEME 3: “It’ll make you feel better”

tagging: @hazriel @kyuusei-shadowleaf @maxparkhurst @damien-ward @unabashedrebel @aldoreth @wildname @foxglovethings @terranlloyd @nixalegos @kat-hawke @saidelia-draconis @arcanist-starweaver @theblackmourninquire @torbeen @wrath-and-rosaries -- Trying to grab people I’ve seen active on the feed the last little while, as always feel free to join in even if you’re not tagged and I’ll try to remember to add you next time!

[tyleinth]

"Best keep you out of it so you have some deniability."

A longer, whiskered brow shot up in disbelief. Or maybe it was annoyance, she wasn't sure herself.

A hand wrapped across her forehead, gripping at her temples as a dramatic sigh followed. "First off, that is not something you mention to a someone working with justice and upholding laws."

The hand came away from her face, turning to point towards the man before her. "Second! I'm sure my husband gets up to worse then you do, and because of such I'm sure you both already know who is who and what is what."

A soft clank came as she tossed a hand up and mumbled to herself. "Why am I even explaining this?"

The large, gemmed war hammer, formerly in her hand, hit the ground beside her with an solid 'thunk'. The annoyance turning to slight amusement. "Well in either case, this is not my city and I'm very curious as to what -I- could possibly need deniability for. It is not like I do anything wrong." hidden meaning laced the words as a smirk befitting her husband crossed her lips.

@torbeen thanks for the ask (and sorry for the slow response)

@nixalegos for mention

[maxparkhurst]

☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others (Max)

Among the apartment’s included furnishings was a record player. Unlike the thrifted one they previously owned, this one lacked character. It spoke with a clear voice. An accurate recreation possessed of little distortion. The song it played sounded woefully inorganic from its polished, brass horn.

“We are far from dangerous…” Max remarked in response to the Guest’s question. Her myopic gaze settled on the hearth. A shadow passed over the Alchemist, cast from the skipping flames. She canted head at the sudden silence that filled the air. Stole a fox-quick glance over her shoulder.

The needle skipped along the vinyl record. Audible ticks and pops meant it’d played the last song. Max braced a hand on her knee and slowly rose from her chair. She crossed the parlor, balanced on the balls of her feet so as to not make a sound.

“Were you,” - she lifted the record and turned in between her fingers- “Looking for a poignant answer?” She caught the Guest’s eye in the vinyl’s reflection. Flashed them a sly smile. “I can give a dozen reasons why others have thought me dangerous.”

A box of records lay at the foot of the player. Coated in dust and peppered with scratches, it was one of the few items in their apartment that belied age. They must’ve been well-loved by their previous owner.

Max slipped the vinyl into its sleeve and returned it. A single finger flipped through the collection with absent care, eventually plucking a record at random. She hummed at the cover. And for the first time, her smile came to touch her eyes. “People have found my intelligence to be off-putting. Others think my silence is intimidating.”

The fire’s light danced along the vinyl as she slid off its sleeve. With care, she placed it on the turntable. One. Two. Three turns on the hand crank. Then, she dropped the needle into place. A piano, hesitant and wavering, drifted from the brass horn. Heralded a slowly growing cadence. Max turned to the Guest as she swayed with the tune. “But neither of those truly make me…” - she drifted towards Augustine - “Or my brother dangerous.”

The pair of Alchemists stood just out of the fire’s light. Regarded the guest with cordial smiles laced with secrets both warm and dark. “Our talent has garnered us notoriety,” the eldest mused, “Given us value.”

And as she hovered in a veil of dust and shadows, the eldest Parkhurst’s smile grew to reveal a thin sliver of teeth. “That which is valuable will be protected at all costs.”

Thanks for the ask @kyuusei-shadowleaf , @torbeen & @damien-ward !

[bread-elf]

Dream: Three wishes they have.

"I wish my mate will come home." "I wish people weren't so easily drawn to me." "Sometimes, I wish I had the solitude that I had before I left Kalimdor." "Are you happy, stranger?!" (( Thanks @torbeen !))

[rangergeneralsylvanas]

Talk about- Torben. (Yeah I'm selfish what about it)

"Torben, has proven to be an excellent spy." Sylvanas remarked, "never thought I'd say that but it's true."

[rangergeneralsylvanas]

Sylvanas smirked, the gaul of this man...but we do need help. She thought to herself and considered the possibilities of what this rogue and whomever else was affiliated with him could give. She also was wary, he did deal with both sides but then again...so did the elven spies.

"Before I would consider this, what's in it for you?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

As pragmatic as she could be she needed to make sure that her people and kingdom would not be betrayed. But he did say that we wouldn't be betrayed...

Sylvanas felt conflicted still but at the same time she really felt that more eyes and ears would benefit Silvermoon.

Continued RP with @rangergeneralsylvanas

Now the smile reached his eyes. It had grown uncontainable. As broad as the sea was vast of a thing across his face, and the telltale crinkle at the eyes. It was inexcusable as being caught with one foot in the bank vault with a sack full of coins in the other.

But it was just...too…funny.

“My dear Ranger-General, we are likely associated with your enemies. Both known and unknown.”

Why wouldn’t such a thing be humorous? The only thing better than having dealings with those in dire straits, those reckless or bold enough to face the power of Silvermoon was…well, to have dealings with their foes at the exact same time.

“Who would know better than those they consider, at worst, acquaintances and friends at best? With us in your pocket, what they know, you will know.”

The look of sincerity that Torben forced into place was a work of art. Worthy of that to be shown in a midsummer performance in the Stormwind park. “But have no fears. Your secrets will remain your own. Your secrets would not be betrayed to the likes of...them. Your cause is just. Who would have a heart cold enough to betray such a noble cause?”

[nixalegos]

Negative Traits

Bold for Applies, Italics for Leaning, Colors for FUN! aggressive | annoying | arrogant| authoritarian | bitter | brutal | callous | cannibal | careless | cold/cold-hearted | compulsive | controlling | corrects others constantly | cowardly | critical | cruel | delusional | demanding | disillusioned | domineering | envious | emotionally stunted | greedy | grim | guarded | harsh | hypocritical | impatient | impolite | intimidating | irritable | kidnapper | lazy | liar | lustful | materialistic | mean | merciless | messy | mistrusting |murderer | narrow-minded | obsessive | opinionated | over-bearing | over-critical | over-emotional | over-thinking | patronising | proud | remote | repressed | rigid | rules with an iron fist | ruthless | sarcastic| self-critical | self-righteous | self-indulgent | self-patronising | serial killer | stubborn | taciturn | torturer | touchy | traitorous | unsympathetic | unpredictable | uptight | vain | vengeful Tagged by: @succubus-lili

Tagging: @tyleinth @safrona-shadowsun @fel-temptation @hazriel @torbeen @aidan-hartwood @eldridgecandell AND YOU! If you're reading this.

[damien-ward]

A wild @torbeen​ caught looking shady