#dinthoqaf

[dinthoqaf]

For someone who is new to your blog and character, what do you feel is important to know about them? What are some pivotal plot points you would like to share? Preferred RP hooks?

{ Oh, I love this question cause I always feel like w/ Din's comprehensive (and incredibly long) RP History, folks are always left in the dark on some of these things. So, please indulge me in a bit of long-windedness. :D -- For someone who is new to your blog and character, what do you feel is important to know about them?

First and foremost, Dinthoqaf is insane. Not the sort of Insane where you find him giggling and chattering away in the corner, or trying to shank people in the street to call it 'playing' or anything like that. No, Dinthoqaf is insane in the fact that he believes he's on the path to Godhood and that to become one, the world (Azeroth since he's a WoW-based OC) should be remade. The factions of the Horde and Alliance should be effectively destroyed down to their foundations. He views those establishments as complicit in the strife currently going on.

To be fair though, Dinthoqaf's upbringing was one specifically tailored by a (just as insane) Father who purposely treated him terribly, created an atmosphere where Din felt hated and reviled by everyone who was supposed to care for him, and ultimately cursed him via corruption (Specifically Old God) him at birth. Din is sadly, very much a product of his upbringing and instead of healing from it, is leaning into it fully while becoming the 'Father' figure he so desperately needed by leading his Sanctum of the Forbidden (Our Guild) to destroy everything and start it all over again.

-- What are some pivotal plot points you would like to share? Preferred RP hooks?

Oh jeez, these two are a bit tougher cause Din's story has been going on for -12- years. Wish I was exaggerating but I'm not. (I got a 13 yr old kid IRL and that's how I keep track. lol) His story is an amazing one full of twists, turns, bumps, high-rise fires, and slow burns. That being said, I think some of the pivotal plot points might be best done as just a little list but keep in mind, not all of this is IC public info due to the cultish/apocalyptic nature that Din is aiming to bring about. - Childhood/adolescence as a whole was just a bag of shit. Those involved in Elven Nobility may have known his father, Krownos Bloodcrest as an eccentric man who 'died' to the Scourge. - Ended up being found by an Old God Worshipping Troll who only hastened Dinthoqaf's decent into madness and lit a fire of Leadership in him that eventually resulted in the creation of his Sanctum. - Dinthoqaf's Brother, Ammaelin, is now Patriarch of House Bloodcrest (who has officially disowned Dinthoqaf for various reasons), and they are now at War with one another. - Dinthoqaf is married to an equally crazy lady who supports him emphatically ( @zalilirah ). - He was once fighting a 2 front war against his brother and a goblin group (which was ran by another of my OC's, @frostahesmegabite ) which is now laid to rest and that aspect of the story is essentially done with.). - He's been killed before! Usually in very gruesome fashions but the Sanctum or his wife and troll friend find ways to bring him back after extended periods (only aiding in the delusion that he'll become a god). - He's led an attack on Orgrimmar back during the Seige to rescue his wife who'd been captured by Kor'kron when it was discovered she was a Cultist. RP Hooks?! A much shorter list, probably thankfully if you've made it this far. - Wanting to learn dark magics? Din's your guy! - Playing an awful character that's down and out? Din's your guy. - Need a totally fucked up/screwed up Mentor/Father Figure? Din's your guy. (But don't make it weird.) - Character wounded and usual medical/healing spells won't work due to the nature of your character? Ooh, Din has some nice blood healing for you! - Corruption, Decent-like Stories? Hooked! - Din's also the sort to enjoy academics and simple polite conversation while drinking tea. (He won't drink anything anyone else offers though, only what he brings/conjures. He doesn't trust others to not taint or poison it.) What won't hook? - No Romance, No ERP, and I'm not looking for former lovers, family members, Servants, or Slaves. Not interested in any of those aspects. That's cool for other folks, but that's not Din's jam or my own depending on the topic. If it wasn't for Zalilirah, Din wouldn't even have a romantic relationship either. THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE REALLY GOOD QUESTIONS AND I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG-WINDED! D: )

[vyvienne]

OOC Prompt

For someone who is new to your blog and character, what do you feel is important to know about them? What are some pivotal plot points you would like to share? Preferred RP hooks?

The most important thing one can know about Vyvienne is her desire for safety. Nearly all of her motivations come from the process of determining what will keep her safe. She began her young life in violence and carried that forward throughout her teen years and adulthood. She has had a lifelong nemesis, her father, who has tried to kill her more than once, seeing her as a ‘mistake’ on his legacy.

Vyv has been a thief, has murdered for hire, for necessity or for profit. She killed her aunt and cousin to obtain her noble title and estate that came with it and a killed a few prostitutes in an attempt to throw off people pursuing her and for ritual purposes. Vyvienne is ruthless to those who betray her, and has very little (some would say no) appreciation of sanctity of life. She has developed a very specific set of skills that allow her to invade others minds, is a very good thief and can kill quickly and silently.

Vyv has no loyalty to country or crown, her loyalty is always first to herself, second to those who come into her small circle of friendship. However, she has been known to save people when it makes no sense for her to do so, or warm up to someone that seems in all ways to be adverse to her idea of safety. Vyvienne learned over the years to develop friendships and even have love relationships. Vyv has been married once and had a child. They are now both deceased in the explosion of Dalaran.

Vyv is a true discipline priest, expanding skills in both Light and Shadow. Recently, Vyv has started hearing whispers and possibly spirits of the deceased. She is unsure if it’s both or neither and therefore she’s going insane as she’s seen other priests do. Vyv spent her young adult years searching for power to augment her own and with the death of her family has now started searching again to expand her magical repertoire.

Thanks @dinthoqaf for the prompt!

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

( You've had your walls stripped bare and defenses torn asunder emotionally. What's the deepest truth you refuse to tell a soul about them or yourself? - Meant to be an IC response of course! It's not something Din would much ask someone, but didn't wanna do it anonymously either. lol )

"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster, for when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich W. Nietzche

It had to be a dream. There was no way there was just an end to all the fighting.

Labored breaths and a survey of their surroundings however did not mince the details to the altercation. The battle had ended and in its wake was silence and stillness. This was always what she had strove for. This... semblance of foreign peace. It didn't appear real. And she again looked for movement or a questionable shadow. Her hand reflexively tightening on the glaive she held until the hand of her father settled on her shoulder.

A firm squeeze was given with a muted assurance that what she was seeing was not a mistake. He had the experience to understand it, but she didn't. He had fought in battles and won. But in her case, she never had a victory. This... This didn't feel true.

"There must be-"

"It is over." He reaffirmed with a tone of finality. His blade was put to rest at his side as she couldn't believe him. Her father never dropped his guard! THIS WAS WRONG!

She searched for the position of her brother, Allasticus. Even he, one that was driven by bloodlust, had sheathed his blade. Though, his head hung as he stood over the remains of their young brother. This had to be some ploy or red herring.

The rubble beneath her feet crumbled as she moved in the direction where the Sanguine Sorceress had last been seen. Though the red was not something anyone could miss. It was a focal point in the dark and she was still as a statue - pinned into a wall by a blade. Those black lips of hers now had become an open fountain. Blood that had since been taken from others ran down over the curve of her white skin.

She was the monster that did not stop.

This wasn't Malakortana.

This was...

"Not convinced are you," quipped the familiar tone of the Nethermancer, Nixalegos. "Neither am I."

Before an answer could be offered, the nethermancer ignited the corpse of Malakortana with a deft motion of his hand. The flames of fel hungrily devoured the corpse of the she-devil. But her presence still lingered in the air, it was heavy to them both. Soulless or not, there was an aura about her. Even the blade that was mounted in her chest melted from the heat, ensuring that nothing would remain in its wake.

The Nethermancer was still moving, busying himself with his things and investigating the area. Yet, she struggled to find purpose now as this was not her field of expertise. All she knew was that this had been an ongoing ordeal for far too long. The flame, even if it had been snuffed, could burn again if a spark fell in the right place.

"Kelz."

Kal'ren's voice drew her out from the labyrinth of her thoughts, forcing her to turn to address him. He towered over her but had her well-being on his thoughts always. Though he was wise enough to not speak of it around others, generally.

"Let's take a look over here."

It was an invitation for salvation, one that she should have eagerly accepted. But the machinations of disappointment would fracture her reliance on others and her willingness to cope.

"I'm fine," she stated and sought to move away from him. But a clawed hand reached to take hold of her arm and stop her from moving away.

"You're not." He countered and his grip tightened like a vice. His inflection was seeking to appeal to her at the base of her own needs, and yet... she didn't want to believe the truth.

An ill-timed cough and sight of blackened blood left her lips. She could feel something. It stirred in response to her anger and reveled in it. Again, the coughing would continue as Kal'ren shifted to be closer in an effort to support her. He turned her to look at him, but she couldn't see him. A veil of shadows fell over her eyes, making them black to those who looked at her face.

Spurred by that of a holy mission, Naralinthe Emberdawn was running towards them.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Her voice cried out to Kal'ren, forcing all that had come to do battle to now converge at this place of potential contention.

Like a fire that had been housed in Kelz's chest, black smoke billowed up and out of her mouth as her arm roughly pulled from Kal'ren's grip. Hands sought to cover her own eyes as she strained to breathe against the miasma of her now tainted soul. The shadows would writhe in an effort to overtake her entirely, but her father did not stand idle as his hands pulled on hers so that she could be afforded a chance to see again.

But what he revealed was far more sinister. The color of his light, which manifested hope into strength now was seen as a blight in itself.

"YOU ARE THE MONSTER! YOU LET HER DIE! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU... ARE NO FATHER OF MINE! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING! MY MEMORIES, MY LIFE, AND MY HAPPINESS!"

Her head then turned towards Kal'ren now. "AND YOU! YOU HAD NEVER CARED! I WAS JUST A MEANS TO AN END. AND WHEN IT DIDNT WORK OUT, YOU BARTERED YOUR SOUL WITH A DEMON! LOVE WAS NEVER REAL, IT WAS FICTION! I'M JUST AN OBSESSION FOR YOUR FLAWS!"

Adonis's hands sought purchase on her shoulders, to roughly rattle her as the glow in his hands continued to ward of the influence of evil that encompassed her frame.

"This isn't you, my daughter!" He said, seeking to reason with her. He didn't want to lose her, not after everything else.

But fate had another answer to this disturbance as Naralinthe's blade found a place between Adonis and pierced through the surface of Kelz's armored chest. The decisive blow forced Kelz to fall to the ground as the shadows faded from the ethereal plane in which they had come.

Bereft with grief, Adonis tried to pull Kelz into his arms and placed his hand over the place of her fatal wound. But it did nothing to rouse her. And Kal'ren was forced to stay his claw as the Nethermancer shouted at him to stand down. Even Allasticus was prepared to stop his father, if the grief would turn into aggression towards Naralinthe. It was chaos within this party of allies, and only one knew the truth. Tears raced down her face as she looked to the younger ward, her friend, and potential family.

Like memories, her body would be confined beneath the earth next to her mother.

Years would pass as her eternal slumber had received all the preventative care and love the living could give her. But the evil that had taken hold of her that day would someday bring her back... You can either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

( @dinthoqaf - thanks so very much for this ask. Was fun to explore this.

Tagging: (Family first) @grumpyoldfker - sorry dad @allasticus - sorry bruh @lazraelbandtherion - you asked for this >:(

@kalren-daelish - :( I feel bad for you.

@sanguinesorceress (Youuuu) @themadamelioness :< BUT WHY MADAMEEEE - THE WHEEL OF TIME IS SO MEAN XD @nixalegos - I dont think I quite did your character justice, but ... I TRIED. You are so dang methodical, and I suspect he would have done more than this. XD )

[nahisummerhold]

(FFAS - Since I missed FFAF. Haha) What's the one thing that if Nahilvi left behind to go on vacation, she'd move continents to ensure she got it back over enduring time away without it?

There is one thing she goes nowhere without, her comm unit. It is not just a way for her company to get a hold of her, or a place to chat with friends, it is the only way for her family to reach her.

With her mother’s advancing dementia, Nahi checks in daily with her step-father to make sure everything is alright. They also have no clue Nahi is working with a mercenary company, so there is a certain level of normality for them she has to maintain. 

(Thank you for the question @dinthoqaf )

[susan-gampre]

"You were recently asked to give someone a reason to trust you. I would like to know what's a good reason you'd tell someone not to."

Those dreadful golden eyes held up to their infamy, the same exact wildanimal gaze that her companion tiger reportedly has. Her stare was pointed directly at the speaker, that tenacity in her gaze flickered like flames... Burning with passion. Wordlessly the Madam would point a stiletto'd nail and gesture toward the Sister's in Sin, the golden bangles of her wrist tinkling together as metal bumped metal. With an incline of her head she turns that hard stare toward the tall, proudly standing building with an unreadable expression.

"Everything that stands for... Everyone inside of that building or associated with the tidings related to the Sister's in Sin are to be protected at all costs."

The declaration was spoken firmly and with intention, the Madam's gaze turning back to the speaker as she follows up, her chin poking outward whilst her posture straightens:

"People may say what they will about morality, but that brothel stands for peace among beings. No truer location is neutral, war and violence has no place in our world once you step within that threshold; A sanctuary to the poor and rich. I offer my warnings only once: You cannot trust me because I will never truly trust you. If you disturb our peace, you're my enemy. I'd hunt you to the stars and back."

~

Thank you kindly for the thought provoking ask! @dinthoqaf

[frostbitecontingent]

An Estate Cleared

Another Session cleared for the personnel of the Frostbite Contingent and Bloodcrest Family; catching up on two events separated by large server events and time. The Bloodcrest Family, lead by Ammaelin Bloodcrest seeking to redeem their name politically and ethically due to the evil doings of his now disowned brother, Dinthoqaf the Defiler, has been attacked by the Sanctum of the Forbidden due to its associations with the Frostbite Contingent. In an effort to destabilize the House further and to make sure support was pulled, a plethora of SotF Cultists lead by Lattimer the Devourer assaulted the compound and nearly wiped the House off the slate if it had not been for the timely arrival of the Contingent.  Initially leading the charge, Attzi ( @attzi-gearburst ), Kappi, ( @advancedscoutkappi ), Zokkine ( @piximae​ ), and Naturasu, came to the rescue of the estate and inhabitants as Ammaelin found himself going Head to Head against Lattimer. With quick work and precision, most of the estate was cleared but during the FBC’s confrontation and reinforcement of Ammaelin the cultists managed to secure one of the support structures that houses a particular treasure for the family, a font of power believed capable of healing miracles. Lattimer was defeated and forced to retreat, going to the captured structure where Elementium was magically summoned to taint the building and reinforce it, causing the FBC and Bloodcrests to call it here as they sought out solutions to the problem at hand. Time given way, the FBC and Ammaelin settled on the use of explosives to open the tower. With the decision made, a second gathering occurs with Ammaelin, Attzi, Zokkine, Kappi, Naturasu, Makosubi, and Dave ( @x-amanita-virosa-x ) where the building was blown open just to discover that the cultists within had already been killed and the Font within was being tainted by a Totem placed by them before their death. The team, in an effort to cleanse the place, enters only to discover Lattimer lying in wait amongst the dead, ambushing them! After a lengthy and dangerous melee with the The Devourer, he was defeated and the totem destroyed. Ammaelin now sets to discover the purpose of the act and everything the totem was doing while trying to make sure the Font is cleansed and can provide its healing waters for any pilgrims who come seeking it. The FBC now awaits anxiously to see if this news brings them any closer in rescuing their boss. [ Image taken of the team hiding behind Ammaelin Bloodcrest just before the explosives go off to get them into the Font’s Sanctuary! ]

[frostahesmegabite]

A Call to Arms

[ A new exerpt for the coming Campaign for the FBC! A small lead up story because I can't exactly duel box and rp with myself, so, I made a little story/scene out of it! Hope you enjoy! ]

[dinthoqaf]

"Necessary evils is a laughable concept. Evil isn't ever necessary; A life without notion that any kind of antagonism is acceptable or excusable no matter how glorified, is a life that knows true peace. What do you say?"

"Then I would say you live a life of grandeur without having ever known true hardship. The world is filled with necessary evils, whether one wishes to ignore them or not. The people applaud the farmer for feeding them ham and bacon, but the pig at the moment of being slaughtered would not believe it so if it knew it were being led to the slaughter. The world accepts necessary evils every day, they simply wish to dismiss them because it allows them to remain morally pious.

Religion cuts down heretics but justifies this, and pagans in their eyes see it as evil. Just as the same pious men know killing is wrong but either slaughter or brainwash and convert the masses till they agree..."

"I would say the world is full of necessary evils, most of it just isn't comfortable with wearing the label. I have no qualms with having the indicting finger pointed upon me."

(Oooo that's such a good ask Anon! Hope this was what you were looking for and that I didn't misunderstand you! <3)

[dinthoqaf]

Anonymous Questions? Ooo~ some of my favorites! Let's see how @dinthoqaf reacts!

Anon-Day!

~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them

Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

Your character receives an anonymous package. Within it is a seems to be a bag of extremely fine black and gold sand. A small handwritten card within reads: "Pour me out but don't worry, I'll always return to the bag when you're done." (The sand will magically create the image of a person's face or the entirety of their person as a perfect replica of how you remember them. This person though has to be deceased for it to work. Who does your character think of? Why them? Sending this to a bunch of folks for the holidays so they have a surprise IC gift that might also hit them in the feels! Happy Holidays!)

"Delivery!"

The voice carried through the door as Kelz made her way towards the apartment entrance. Upon unlocking the door and opening it, she was offered a small box from the courier. A few gold coins given in exchange as she took the package inside. Upon opening it, she revealed an ornately wrapped gift.

It was small and had some heft to it. And as she regarded the lack of tag, she felt immediate suspicion. For now, though, the present would be scooped up to rest beneath her arm as she made her way to her family's estate for Winter Veil.

With some coordination with the Majordomo, her gifts were already brought into the family room. A few hours of family bonding and gift exchanges were made, while the strange gift sat unopened beside her.

"Who's that from?" Her brother questioned as he peered around her.

"I don't know. It arrived on my doorstep this morning from the courier. Just... not sure if I'm ready to open it. They didn't leave a name."

Adonis's features darkened as he rose from his seat. A hand was outstretched pointedly. "Let me see that."

"W-What? No, it's a gift. It's..."

"Give it to me."

A disappointed sigh was heaved from her as she picked up the small parcel and offered it up in surrender to him. His hand held the gift balanced on a single palm, while his other hand began to glow with the light of the Eternal Sun. Beneath his illuminated hand the gift rattled with animation, causing both Allasticus and Kelz to shift in anticipation.

The paper that had concealed it burned away, allowing a simple silk black bag to take its place.

"Dad, wait what if it's-"

"Quiet." He said as the bag did not appear to be willed away so easily. It was not transparent from what they could tell, and magic would do little to reveal its contents now. A piece of parchment that had not burned floated towards the floor in response to the rough handling. But it didn't escape her brother's notice as he leaned forward to claim the written message and read it aloud for the Patriarch and his sister to hear.

"Let's pour it out, Dad." She suggested after hearing the instructions from her brother.

"No." He said with cold indifference and sought to pull the small thing away to dispose of it. But before he could get far, he would feel the weight of his daughter on his arm and her brother on the other. A hand waved over the place where his fingers clutched her gift.

"Dad, please! It's Winter's Veil!!!"

Haldir, who had been a silent onlooker throughout this exchange cleared his throat gently. But eventually Adonis would surrender his efforts to keep the gift away. The bag was pulled free as Kelz scurried to settle on the floor. The drawstring to the bag was loosened as the contents of gold and black sand spilled onto the surface. Kelz took in a gentle breath as she set a hand over the particles in hopes to create the image of a memory lost.

But the sand did not form a shape. The magic of this gift required something she no longer had.

"...It doesn't work," she declared with her hand slowly receding from the spilled sand. Disbelief etched on her features as her thoughts spiraled into thinking the gift was some hoax or prank.

Allasticus and Adonis both knew exactly who she was trying to bring back in the shifting sands. But her brother knew the torment that often lived in their father and made no move to try to animate the sand with his own hand. His hand curled at his side as he fought against the turmoil of the Matriarch's absence as well.

Tears that had often been shed on numerous accounts by her family threatened to return. But the motion of the Patriarch taking a knee beside her stopped the tears from running down the course of her cheeks. His hand settled on the sand as it began to stir from his contact and his memories. And as it started to take form, he cast his gaze away in response to the magic unfolding beneath his hand.

A startled gasp left Kelz as her hand sought to cover her mouth. The inexplicable tightness in her chest confirming the image that had been lost to her for years. The first of many warm tears rushed down the surface of her face as Adonis couldn't ignore his daughter's sobs.

The authenticity of her likeness seemed like life was expelled into the room for the first time in a long while. And Adonis could not ignore what his eyes saw. He could remember every part of her and held that image so fiercely that the sand seemed to become hardened by his desire to bring her back. Allasticus took a spot near his sister as they looked at the spectacle that now warmed their home once more. All of which were silent in remembrance of her legacy as the Matriarch, a beloved wife, and their mother. ( @dinthoqaf - you kill me with your asks. BUT I LOVE THEM <3 Q_Q

Mentions: @grumpyoldfker - oops. Sorry Dad :x & @allasticus - SOMEONE GET ME A DAMN TISSUE! )

[dinthoqaf]

Your life is so unlike that of the masses. It doesn't take much to revel in their screams and terror, when you find your way to them. But... Tell us of a time that even you were afraid.

"My life may not be like most, not anymore, but there was a day, a time when I was part of them. No longer part of a House, part of the status quo. I was cursed, brought low and left in pain when anyone tried to help or heal me, made to believe I was a disgrace upon my family's name and meant to be no better than the very dirt I walked upon."

"Once upon a time, I was scared of those in power and of those who claimed to be my better and it took one person to raise me up, to show me that what I thought was my most fragile, broken parts was something to be celebrated, not afraid of, not to be hated. I spent years hating myself, hating how low I was, scared to have the light shone upon me out of concern the real me would be seen and destroyed. I learned to embrace it, to encourage it."

"Now no man, woman, or force upon this world or any other will hold that power over me and I'll be damned if I let those who stand with me feel the same."

(Thank you Anon!)

[dinthoqaf]

For @dinthoqaf, don't think I reblogged this one as of yet.

Anonymously tell my muse something you would never directly say to their face!

They will respond IC!

[dinthoqaf]

Describe Dinthoqaf’s appearance before and after the ‘transformation’ he underwent. Don’t spare any details for the sake of length. Share as much or as little as you like!

Dinthoqaf has always looked like Alexander Skarsgard but raven hair is the best way to explain his appearance if we wanted a face claim and how he'd look when under his illusions to keep his physical corruptions hidden from the public. His before transformation with no illusion spells though was gnarly, to say the least. To help with it, it might be best to explain some of his wounds with how he became the monstrosity that his recent transformation freed him from being. TW: Wound/Gore/Blood Warning? Dinthoqaf has taken a lot of damage over the years. During an event he took a Night Elf arrow in the face, actually in the left cheek bone. When this happened, it caused his left eye to come free, damaging it in the process. While in recovery, Nezzok (an Undead Troll that is one of Din's closest confidants) and a Forsaken Deathknight by the name of Lattimer got together to find an accommodating replacement. They ended up hunting down a Faceless (Yep, one of the Old God Squid Guy Mobs) and summarily killed it and with a mix of Voodoo and Necromancy, took the eye and forced Dins body to accept it as his own. This alien eye caused a surge of 'issues' with his appearance, the likes of which being a swath of corrupted skin across the left side of his fair that went up into his hair line, thinning a portion of his hair as it claimed his scalp too. The eyes of course, didn't quite match either due to one being of fel corruption as the other was Old God/Eldritch in nature.

(Artwork here provided by a friend of my oldest son who for some reason felt like his artwork wasn't worthy enough of being 'Comms grade worthy', so I try to show it off when possible. <3) The rest of Din's body was marked with thick black veins, and mottled purple flesh across his torso and thighs as well due to the corruptive nature that was the old god parasite that had been affixed to his body by his father Krownos. Other wounds continued to make him an even larger monster hiding amongst the population as he suffered losing an arm to a blast of formic acid by a particularly nasty hive of Silithid. In an effort to not become a burden, and to prove he had a place to continue leading The Sanctum, he was forced to accept further Old God Corruption where he was 'blessed' with a tentacular arm. (Also similar to that of the Faceless.) His right arm, while missing bones entirely due to this, was aided in its illusion to appear 'normal' by the fact that Dinthoqaf never went without long sleeves and gloves as the tendrils got small enough that he was able to slip them into a glove and learned how to operate them as if they were a normal appendage. At this point, that was the mass majority of Dins previous form and he really looked similar to the artwork above. Now however, Dinthoqaf looks like a near-perfect Alexander Skarsgard, save for longer hair, a few tiny/thin braids, and two lines along his face that travel from the corners of his lips back toward his jawline. These lines are easy to miss and overlook at the moment but should his body continue to change after his most recent transformation, he may end up finding himself looking like the breed of a very different beast than he was before... ( Thank you for asking @sanguinesorceress ! I know the details are probably a bit over the top for WoW RP, but I'm a firm believer that Void/Old God Magic is just as physically corruptive as it can be mentally damning. So I took inspiration from Wow's (at the time) large gaps in Old God Lore and applied some Warhammer corruption twists into it all. )

[dinthoqaf]

An unexpected passenger

Candlelight burns steady, unflickering in its existence as Dinthoqaf sits at his desk, writing out a sum of scrolls and messages meant to be sent to those connected to The Sanctum but not attached via the Sanguine. There were so many people to reach out to to see how things were progressing routinely, or rather, weren’t progressing in various regions of the world, and to make sure the efforts of The Sanctum were kept out of the public eye. The signal from the Mages Tower was going to be problematic but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t prepared for and all in all, The Nameless and those within the Sanguine did their jobs finer than he could have hoped. Now it was the time of The Nameless to do what they did best, take on an unassuming role. Hearthglen was to be seeded and repopulated, filled by those who were his faithful, those who sacrificed themselves to make this vision a possibility, this was a calculated risk and plans were already in place as a bunch of remnant scourge and rot-infused gnoll corpses were amassed and put into burning piles outside of the gates of Hearthglen with the soldiers killed buried at the bottom of the pits to keep wandering eyes from doing much digging. His forces, no, the survivors would claim it was a rogue band of Scourge-infested Gnolls that dug their way through the mountainside and were caught off guard, resulting in casualties and a singular mage who’d grown panicked that set off the alarm spell. That mage had been dealt with and summarily executed militarily for leading the panic that caused even more deaths and distress. No loose ties. Dinthoqaf stops and squeezes at the bridge of his nose, humming as the hours are late. Zalilirah and the kids had already gone to bed and the majority of the other caretakers were now gone or sleeping. These were the hours Din got most of his tedious work done, when the rest of the world slept, he had strings to pull. Mundane affairs that so many overlooked and ignored due to the lack of excitement they provided. Come the morrow, other affairs would need to be attended to. Skormosh’s wounds, if he hadn’t had them attended to yet, Larkspur's new body needed to be tended to as well and prepped for the ritualistic exchange and a myriad of other tasks in checking the health and mental status of people who remained and survived the assault. The push had caused some to leave the fold as well, not a genuine surprise as Din knew some paid more heed to the coin or attachments until they realized the weight of his vision was too much to bear and could not stand to support it. Chaff from the Wheat, my dear Defiler. Dinthoqaf told himse–... He stopped, freezing. A thought that he would have, yes, but… this wasn’t his and his blood ran cold. No. No. He was tired, a mental trick of the exhaustion in leading so many via the Sanguine and continuing despite the fact rest was always required when working in such a way. It’s a beautiful thing you know, reunions, and ours has been such a long time in the coming. His vision swam and where there was once light cast upon the walls dark tendrils of shadow moved where they should have held no purchase. The corners of his vision moved and he could feel his heart begin to pound and beat, his quill drop and fall with the echo of a tree in the forest. His senses flared and his palms began to sweat as breathing became near impossible. “I killed you. I ripped you out and that god damned goblin and his crew killed you. I left you buried.” Yes, you did��� but your Father on the other hand… The revelation hit him like a well-timed punch in the gut. How did he miss it? How did he overlook it? Now you realize it, don’t you? How quiet I have sat, watching you and waiting, growing with you and the deliciousness of the blood you took into your veins. Oh, my sweet Defiler, you and I are so far from done with one another.

A wet squelching noise occurs as something starts to move beneath the surface of his flesh and this was not of his will, but of its own. The sensation started at his heart, in his chest and started to move to his limbs and up into his neck and even crawling around in his mind and skull. His head shot back and his mouth opened to scream as his nerves light with pain. No sound comes, no air moves, and his muscles flex and contract, doing everything they can to release some sign of the torment he had. The Sanguine; unable to be used entirely but keeps him connected. His mouth opens wider and the stranglehold on his throat yet refuses to leave even when the corners of his mouth begin to split, causing tendons to shred, and flesh to become ribbons as a clear divide comes to run back towards the hinges of his jaw at each side. You thought your success was yours and yours alone? My dear boy, you and I are connected now and forever… Finally, a scream erupted from within. Dinthoqaf springs upward, hands gripping madly at himself. Birds outside chirped, it was late today and Zalilirah must have been off with the kids or doing something else. His breathing aches, his throat hurts, and a hand comes to run up his face… sticky. His movements turn sluggish as he pulls the hand away to inspect it for sweat. It wasn’t. No, blood was the reasoning and his hands came back, both of them to find tidy, neat lines that ran from the corners of his mouth back backward along his cheeks. There wasn’t going to be any hiding this, not for long anyway, especially from Zalilirah or from the ever-prodding Varethuun. Word was going to get out quickly that he was changing, but first thing first.

A disciple comes into the room, head ducked low as if called. “Burn the bedding and mattress. Replace it all, now.” Dinthoqaf spoke, standing up from the bed with blood that ran down the entirety of his nude front. “Prepare a bath.” “I-We, have work to do.” Somewhere in the back of his mind he could feel it, hear it. A peal of laughter that had once been long gone and buried had returned to him once again, merging with him in every way now in a far better creation than his last mangled form had allowed for it to be. Maybe… maybe it was time for a change. Maybe The Defiler was growing into something… more.

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I have acquired new artwork of everyone's favorite Cult Leader! Hope y'all enjoy it as much as I do.

(Credit goes to NeonLabs for the amazing artwork too!)

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