#ic; dark warrior / scourge from afar

[wuqvi]

“ -- My whole body is nothing but an alcoholic relic. It’s like twelve holidays have passed the night in my mouth.”

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 2 - More Wardens

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FOLDER IDENTIFICATION: Night Warden Team - Sundown Elite

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Warden Team Identification: Sundown Elite

Team Members: 6

Specialization: Taking down powerful threats - UBs to Super-Natural

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Name: Rorke Stonemaul

Alias: Craghammer

Gender: Male

Species: Conkeldurr

Bio Below

A seasoned warrior. His skills specialize in either taking on large numbers of opponents at once to fighting one individual whose size is equal to or greater than his own. Although capable of taking down powerful foes with only his fists, his favored weapon is large club made of Diamond-Grade Obsidian. The club not only grants him greater reach, but allows him to strike harder as well as block powerful attacks without risking injury to himself.

His personality is down to earth, he is very practical and analytical during the situation at hand. He utilizes the strengths of all around him to the greatest efficiency, making him a great tactician. His behavior has a tendency to give off a cold personality, however this is due to him not being very expressive. Although a humble individual, he won’t turn down a challenge if offered.

Additional Notes

His weapon is supposedly a tradition of his home-clan, where upon reaching adult-hood they are to forge a weapon made of a unique Obsidian within the depths of a volcano. His chosen weapon is the club. Its hardness surpasses that of diamond, unlike normal obsidian which is brittle and easily scratchable.

Name: Aurelia Orthona

Alias: Crystalis

Gender: Female

Species: Jynx

Bio Below

An extremely proficient Cryomancer. Her control over her ice powers grant her a great amount of versatility, ranging from conjuring sharp icicles to be used as projectiles to creating large structures of frozen vapor to impede movement. One of her favored methods of defense is entombing herself in ice, creating a protective shell that she can also shatter at-will - sending shards of frozen shrapnel towards those that would be surrounding her. Her powers have shown to be capable of conjuring objects of ice with great detail - such as various weapons like blades and spears.

Her personality is extremely vain, it’s incredibly often to see her flaunting her power and looks at others all the while demeaning them. Due to her superiority complex she believes herself to be a prime example of Pokemon, that all others compared to her are her lessers and could never compare to her. Occasionally she has shown that she’s capable of some form compassion, however these instances are very rare and only towards those she has some form of respect towards - how little it may be.

Additional Notes

She has displayed quite a prowess with a variety of weapons in close-quarter combat. Although rarely, there has been times she would conjure said weapons out of ice and use them against her opponents.

She speaks little of her origins, although it’s believed that she may have come from a powerful and wealthy family.

Name: Oxott Mal’Du

Alias: Apex

Gender: Male

Species: Scrafty/Heliolisk Hybrid (Natural)

Bio Below

One of the greatest ‘Feral Hunters’ known. Hailing from a tribe in a land untouched by technology, he gained his skills in hunting dangerous Feral Pokemon due to his lifestyle. His greatest skills lie in his mobility and strength, where he outpaces his foes - usually those far larger than he - and disables them. His weapons consist of a large serrated blade, his bolas, and a small hunting knife. Wrapped around the hilt of his serrated blade and his arm is a rope made from Luxray-tendon, granting him greater reach by releasing the weapon and swinging his arm, and the elasticity of the tendon brings the weapon back to his hand after the swing. He can also channel massive amounts of electricity into all of his weapons for even deadlier effects.

His personality is quite laid-back, he is known to be a rather honest individual yet also very considerate. Due to the mindset of his tribe he believes strongly in power, how one can always strengthen themselves to improve further. Because of this he won’t hesitate to assist others in either training or providing advice if asked, although this mindset has also made him rather prideful. 

Additional Notes

The skulls and pelts he wears on his body are trophies, taken from powerful Feral Pokemon that he himself has slain. His serrated blade is his greatest trophy of all, for it is the leg-bone of a Feral Tyrantrum that he and several others killed. He claims that the bones of these Tyrantrum are as strong as metal, thus one of the reasons why hunting the Pokemon is so dangerous. He says that to slay one is to be considered one of the greatest accomplishments of a Feral Hunter, and no other weapon compares to those carved from its bones.

Due to his origins, he has very little knowledge when it comes to advanced technology. Although his time working the GoT has expanded this knowledge, there are still some things that he’s unaware of.

Name: Sofia Deluca

Alias: Sylph

Gender: Female

Species: Audino/Whimsicott Hybrid (Natural)

Bio Below

A masterful healer of physical afflictions. Although her skills in combat are acceptable at best, her greatest strength lies in her healing energy and her power over the wind. She is capable of conjuring strong gusts that can briefly enhance the movement of her allies by massive margins, or manipulate the air around her to grant her flight. She can also release pollen that contain powerful healing properties when inhaled, mending wounds in mere moments - although at the cost of the injured individual’s stamina. Although it would normally affect those within close proximity to her when she releases said pollen, she can also manipulate the air to guide the healing particles to those she wishes to heal. She can also release pollen that contain a powerful sedative that cause unconsciousness after a few minutes once inhaled. She refrains from physical combat as much as possible, using either her sedative pollen or her wind skills to avoid foes.

Her personality is that of high spirits and energy, she is known to be an incredibly bubbly individual who is almost never unfriendly towards others. She is often very vocal, getting into other people’s business for the sake of befriending them. Rarely has she ever shown any sort of contempt for people, and she is extremely forgiving and understanding - to the point that many consider to be a double-edged sword of hers.

Additional Notes

She has constantly shown several traits of pacifistic behavior, one of many being that she never desires to be the one to directly harm another individual. It’s believed that this may be tied to some sort of traumatic event in her past, however she seems to show no trouble being in fights as long as she’s not the one hurting them.

She is apparently capable of producing a toxic pollen that paralyzes the lungs, causing those who breathe it in to suffocate. The mere thought of using it appalls her however, and she desires to never use it if she can help it. It’s believed that this may be linked to her pacifism and the possible traumatic event.

Name/Alias: Venus (Self-Given)

Gender: Female

Species: Roserade/Mawile Hybrid (Artificial)

Bio Below

A deadly hybrid with an arsenal of organic weapons. She fights with a variety of tactics in battle, from sticking close to her targets to keeping her distance. What would normally be normal flowers on her arms are instead closed buds, opening them would reveal maws lined with teeth. These maws alone can be weapons, but she is also capable of firing large needles from these buds to strike down foes from afar. Attached to the back of her head is an even larger maw that’s capable of spitting out streams of extremely corrosive nectar, the acid-like substance seems to break down most organic and inorganic matter. She is also capable of unleashing numerous whip-like vines from under her arms that can be used either for striking or restraining her foes. These variety of weapons make her very adaptive, adjusting to the scenario at a moment’s notice.

Her personality is very forward, perhaps rather excessively forward. Although friendly, she often tends to miss social queues and has difficultly comprehending on what is and isn’t best left unsaid. She has a strong desire to include herself in scenarios and conversations to offer her thoughts, even if they’re completely unrelated to her. Although she’s oblivious to some of this behavior, she still means well in the end.

Additional Notes

Even with the efforts of the Hybrid Rehabilitation, she still deals with PTSD from the trauma inflicted by the HWDP. Unlike most of the Hybrids, her case was far more extreme due to the success of her being an optimized weapon. Although the frequency of flashbacks have decreased majorly, she still experiences strong bouts of anxiety in certain situations.

The HWDP Identification Code on her body reads FL-07

Name: Sabra Bomani

Alias: Scourge

Gender: Male

Species: Cofagrigus (Venharan Incineroar)

Bio Below

An experienced fighter that still retains his skills even after death. He knows the traditional fighting style of Venharan Incineroars (or Tsubeten, what they refer themselves as), which is to use mobility and relentless attacks to overwhelm their opponents. He combines the skills from his past life with his Cofagrigus abilities, which is to manipulate and solidify darkness into extra appendages. The hands that form from this darkness end in sharp claws that are capable of slashing and rending, although he can have these claws overlap over his own hands to enhance his strikes. He is also capable of making his body intangible by converting his entire form into darkness, allowing him to become resistant to nearly all physical attacks. This form also allows him to hide in people’s shadows.

His personality is very youthful, the liveliness of his behavior being rather surprising despite his ancient age. He is very respectful to those he interacts with, never making fun of an individual even if jesting. It’s very common of him to comment on the traits that he likes of those he’s conversing with, be it their appearance to the way they hold themselves. He has a strong fondness towards combat, something that’s common among Tsubeten warriors. Although he himself tends to shrug off insults and aggressive behavior, he has no toleration when it’s targeted towards other individuals - especially those he has grown fond of. In response he would attempt to intimidate the aggressor to stand down, or challenge them to combat if the former was unsuccessful.

Additional Notes

The Tsubeten have far leaner bodies compared to the normal Incineroar. Although they are weaker in terms of overall strength, they make up by possessing far more agility and stamina than their more muscle-bound cousins.

Due to him never having left the Tomb of Warriors until recently, he is very oblivious to a lot of things that would be common knowledge in the modern world. The world has changed massively since when he was alive, so there’s still a great amount of things that he needs to learn.

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[celuur]

Chapter 4: Azeroth

Such a strange world, Azeroth. The Exodar landed on top of a set of generally abandoned islands. Azuremyst Isle.. the new home of the Draenei. There is something to be said of crash-landing. In the reconstruction, no-one cares if you are Draenei, Broken, or the Prophet himself. All pitch in. We stepped out onto the lands and found the land in disarray. Our fault, of course. Nobundo had his shaman go out and commune with the elements of this world. Compared to Draenor, the elementals here were filled with raw power, constant storm! I imagine the elements of Draenor were the same before the corruption. And then there were the Night Elves. First they thought us demons - understandable, if a little insulting. And then fear was replaced by snobbery. "A Night Elf would never have destroyed the lands like this.." one said to me. Bah. They were not fleeing the Legion in an interdimensional vessel! I would like to see them do better. But they are a noble, decent people. I suppose. As I communed with the elements, and tried to soothe them with my brothers, we set about fixing the land as best we can, before we were called to the Exodar. It served as our salvation, now it would serve as our citadel.

Velen stood atop the Vault of Lights, looking as calm and serene as he always did. Nobundo stood next to him, and surrounding him were two Humans, one of whom was Admiral Odesyus, two Night Elves, a Dwarf, and a Gnome who must have been the new envoy from the Gnome King. Gnomes are most curious creatures. He wobbled back and fro, in a constant state of movement. This Gnome seemed friendlier than the traitor on the beach. Beneath Velen's platform, Draenei and Broken gathered to listen to his words. "My brothers, we have endured a long journey. Centuries of being refugees, searching for a home." Velen paused, and took in a breath of air. The tension was palpable; every eye fixed on his face, waiting for his next declaration. "We have found an Alliance of races who revere the Light as we do! A race of Vindicators and Anchorites, Exarchs, Mages and Warriors, much like ourselves. An Alliance who fights the Legion, and all the evil of their land, and our own! “My brothers, they have traveled through a portal to Draenor, and fight the corruption we fled! I declare today that this, Azeroth, is our new home, and that we Draenei are proud to join this Alliance!" His voice rose to a crescendo as he finished, and once he was done the Draenei cheered! Velen continued. "My brothers, my sisters. Go forward and serve the Alliance. Travel this land, and do what you must to give aid. Make the name of the Draenei ring true and brave across this world."

And go forth I did. I traveled the land, and made the name of the Draenei known, as Velen commanded. My first visit to Stormwind with several of my brethren brought strange looks indeed, but soon the humans came to accept us, and they even began to make use of the Exodar. For the first time, we were a part of a society again. I felt happy again, despite the problems of this world we had a place in it, and allies who would fight for us. And I had a purpose. I had a station, and a heritage to uphold. As I traveled I sought the elements of the world and spent many days communing with them, bathing in their power. Seeing across the land. I even saw the orcs, though they were stained filth to me then, as they ever will be. And then I saw the Legion's creation which grew even too big for them. The Scourge, hordes of undead rising from the ground to consume the land. I saw the fields corrupted by their taint, the plague that spread across the air to kill all it touched. And I knew my destiny lay there, against the Scourge. I saw myself in the Plaguelands, and so it came to pass. A dry wind beat against my face, the elements powerless to protect me against the power of undeath permeating the air. The sky was dark, burnt orange. The ground was the same, the earth dead. Decay filled my nostrils. I knelt down, and picked up a fistful of soil and let it fall through my fingers. Dry and dead, like the rest of this place. Even the Plagueblooms had trouble growing. I turned and walked into the chapel. Light's Hope, they called it. A place that felt secure. Above, a necropolis recently arrived to replace the departing Naxxramas. Nearer than the last, the Scourge were getting bolder. I knelt before the altar in the chapel, and prayed for a moment. I turned to an Argent Peacekeeper. "The threat is most present to the northwest, yes?" He looked at me as though my tendrils had grown heads. I imagine few Draenei had come this far, preferring to return to Draenor and assist the Alliance there as soon as possible. "That's right, er, sir. Plaguewood, we call it now. Used to be a town. Now it’s crawling with ‘em. Undead, I mean." I grimaced, and replaced my helm. "Then I ride to Plaguewood." His eyes widened. "You can't go alone! It’s suicide! Look - there's a team going out in a few hours, you should wait, yeah? " I chuckled quietly, and patted his shoulder. "I feel I must go alone. May the Light embrace you, friend." I turned and walked away. To this day I do not know why I went alone. It certainly wasn't "Farsight" on my part. Just simple pride. As a shaman I spent my time alone, and was confident in my ability to stay alive. I did not anticipate the Plaguewood being what it was. As we approached my elekk grew frightened and reared. I dismounted, and sent him back. He ran, quickly, back towards the Chapel. I gathered my cloak around me in a vain effort to shelter myself against the evil pressing in. The ground was coloured purple, decayed and coated in plague. I looked and saw skeletons, ghouls, creatures of undeath swarming the area. I placed my totems, and fortified myself with the elements. Something of the elements was missing, though, and my totems were weak. And they attracted attention. A ghoul started towards me, and I easily dispatched it. That one ghoul attracted another. Soon I was swarmed in ghouls, clawing and gnawing at any part of my body they could reach. I kept some at bay. I called a totem to slow my attackers, and turned to run. I ran, slowly, dogged by the injuries sustained. And from afar, a skeletal mage threw a bolt of frost towards me, which caught me from behind. I fell to my knees and cried out. I called out to the elements for healing, but I was soon beset by many Scourge minions. The limitlessness of the Scourge hit me in that moment and I knew this enemy was unlike any other; that which weakens us, makes them stronger. Death literally becomes them. As I fell flat on my back, the Scourge leant forward for the kill, but then stepped back. I called out to the Naaru, in an act of desperation, and felt their warmth covering me. I turned to my knees and began to crawl as fast as I could. Suddenly a sharp pain went through my leg, and spread to my hoof, and right up my spine and tail. I screamed out, and looked behind me. A large, runed sword, covered in the ice of undeath, was pierced through my leg. Attached to the sword was a human man with strange markings across his face, and skulls adorning his plated armor. He grinned at me and pulled his sword from my leg. As pain shot through me again, he kicked me swiftly in my side, putting me on my back before him. I called to the elements for help, but I so weak and there was no answer. I looked this man in the eye, and breathed heavily, restraining my yelps of pain. He continued grinning, and placed his sword against my chest. He opened his mouth, and from it issued a deep, echoing voice, like nothing I had heard from a human mouth before. "All shall serve the one true King," he said, before his sword pierced my chest and through my heart. Blood gurgled from my mouth as my body convulsed, and my vision blurred. Before I lost my vision I saw his sword glow within my chest. He pulled the sword from me, and I convulsed again. My last thoughts were of Doraam, Versuun, my mother, Nobundo, and the Naaru - in that instant, everything important to me flashed before my mind, and then my eyes closed for what I knew would be the last time. So I thought.

Some time later, my eyes opened. My body convulsed in horror at itself, the muscles feeling foreign and strange. I looked up, and saw the face of a man clad in a turquoise suit of bone. I looked around, and I felt the memories of my whole life flash before me. I remembered who I was, but then there was something else. A hunger had awoke in me, a savage need for blood which I did not understand, but I knew for certain I craved. I found myself salivating at the stench of undeath around me. It felt unnatural, unholy, and right. A devotion stirred in me like no other. The man before me nodded in approval and spoke. "Welcome to your undeath, Knight. Rise, and serve your master, the Lich King!" And before I even registered what I was doing, I spoke back to him. And after I had spoken, I felt with every fiber of my being that this was where I belonged, serving Him. Maybe I was already so Broken the corruption took me easily. Whatever it was, I spoke back to him, and I smiled with malice. "For the Scourge!"

[wuqvi]

😱 pls give tiny shen some Sagely Advice, mr. oogway. i just remembered that picture you doodled of bby shen interacting with reformed oogway when the soothsayer turned her back for one (1) second. or adult shen. either one

 |   Send 😱 and my muse will give your muse TERRIBLE advice.

(He briefly recalls a time back home, where the elders in their wading pools give out some asinine platitude to him as a child, so how hard could this be? He could probably do one better than all those doddering idiots and give some good advice.)

“When faced with an insurmountable obstacle, get mad!” he says with a flourish of his qinglong ji. “Like it or not, angry gets things done.”

[wuqvi]

❝ That definitely looks broken… ❞

|     not doing too good

The Dark Warrior wrenched the arm away from the red panda’s line of sight… before immediately regretting that decision. He let out a small string of curses under his breath as pain shot through his arm. 

The arm hung awkwardly, angled a little too sharply and perhaps lower than it should be. Broken and dislocated? he thought with a grimace. He was going to get an earful later.

“Well?” he hissed out, picking up his qinglong ji with his– not injured– arm and gripped it tightly. “Whatever you’re planning to do, make it quick.”

Even injured, Oogway could probably take him. 

[wuqvi]

@wcrldlyadventures | x

He shoots her a look that suggests that the feeling is mutual. Allies were scarce, with those you could actually trust in dwindling handfuls. Whether this alliance will end up paying off in the long run was still up in the air.

“I should be the one asking that.” The edge of his beak crinkles upward wryly. “After all, how long have you been… ah, Force Captain, was it?”

(And speaking of which, the standards of said Horde must have been either lax or desperate to grant such a lofty position to someone as young as Catra.)

[wuqvi]

x | @linchxpin

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him,” he said, smile a little too cordial for what he was saying. “And if he does know, well... you seem smart-- I’m sure you can connect the dots, yes?”

[wuqvi]

bedtime story

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He was quite sure back home, he was a sensationalized cautionary tale to tell to hatchlings. Don’t go near the shore, he could practically hear them say, mild condescension and all. One of our own was convinced that there was something out in the ocean– he drove himself mad and threw himself into the sea, never to return!

Oogway scoffed before going back to polishing his qinglong ji, this time with a little more force than necessary. 

It didn’t matter now. He and Kai will go down in history as the warlords of all China, unmatched, undefeated, unparalleled. They’ll carve their name in the annals of history, and when he looks back he could finally rest satisfied with all that he’s achieved.

He had to.

[wuqvi]

“I’m not sure you have the best intentions.”

suspicious sentence starters

“Oh, how you wound me so.” He placed a hand to his plastron in mock-hurt, but the tortoise’s even gaze never broke from his.

Don’t act as if you’re any better, Oogway’s mind rebutted.

“Putting all your bets on your own small faction of wolves to seize all of China is unrealistic at best and extremely stupid at worse, fancy metal-spitballs or not.” He should know, he invented that move.

He cocked his head. “All I’m saying is, both of us are vying for similar things– wouldn’t you like to have an ally by your side? It certainly wouldn’t hurt to have double the numbers.”

It was all well and good, but it was clear that he wanted something in return– specifically, a cut of the mechanical monstrosity he had only heard tales about from seedy underbellies and from a few loose-lipped wolves. To have that would give him a notable edge against the competition.

[wuqvi]

tag dump/test post!

[wuqvi]

@dakilain | x

The Dark Warrior let out an exasperated sigh-- were all nobles so pretentious? Oogway had never been one to underestimate others, but judge? Now that was a different story. 

And all he saw was someone who counted his victories too early before everything was accounted for.

With one fluid motion, he downed his tea like a scalding, slightly aromatic shot. “This celebration is a bit too premature, don’t you think?--” he places the cup down with a dull thunk. “Do you not find the circumstances strange?”

“Perhaps a little too easy?”