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Decided to join @druidonity2 ‘s Dragon AU :)
I was thinking of which character I could do and eventually decided to do Magni!
Really fun to do, I hope I’ll be able to do more characters soon <3
#at first I thought abt making him a bronze dragon cuz bronzebeard…#but black flight seems much more appropriate considering the dwarves origins and history#and it was much easier for me to choose the colours somehow#magni bronzebeard#wow#world of warcraft#warcraft fanart#dragon au#digital doodle#my art
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Yeh got any o' that... azerite? O_O
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The Bronzebeards At It Again, Uldir, March 31, 2019.
#wow#world of warcraft#uldir#brann bronzebeard#magni bronzebeard#MOTHER#battle for azeroth#gormorash
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Finally getting around to uploading my adventures through the Shadowlands.
No one tell Rethar that the sword isn't going to get acknowledged for another five years.
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You get a lot done in the first day of the new expansion.
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Magni Bronzebeard. I'm still learning how to draw diamonds and gems. But I feel like he turned out pretty good! I think he definitely looks like he's made of diamond!
#magni bronzebeard#dwarf#dwarf art#worldofwarcraftart#worldofwarcraft#world of warcraft art#world of warcraft#warcraft art#warcraftfanart#digital art#digital drawing#fanart#fantasy illustration#fantasy art#artists on tumblr
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Meet-Awkward
(( DWC August 2024 Day 4, Ego/Coincidence, CW: None; @daily-writing-challenge ))
"Ah, Sir Dolraan, it's good to have you and the Meddlers at our side," Khadgar said, shaking Dolraan's hand as the others filed in behind him.
"Same to you, Archmage. A few years of relative peace aren't enough to rob us of our edge, where are we needed?"
Lorellai's gaze wandered as Khadgar and Dolraan began to discuss the ghostly memories that were appearing across the world, and fell on the glittering, still form of Magni Bronzebeard, with Queen-Regent Moira kneeling at his side. The former king's body shone in the low light of the chamber, and Lorellai could hardly drag her eyes away. The stories hadn't done it justice, a dwarf made of living diamond.
Her reverie was broken by a warm hand on her shoulder. "And who do we find but one of the League's finest up-and-comers, ready to answer tha call!" Brann Bronzebeard declared, giving her shoulder a friendly shake as a handsome young man with spectacles and pockets full of scrolls and tomes followed in behind him. "Toddy speaks highly of your abilities lass, glad to see yeh here!"
Lorellai smiled back, taking his hand and shaking it. "Well, just happy to help where I'm needed."
"Is this a friend of yours, Uncle?" the dark iron lad asked, straightening his glasses, his gaze torn between the unconscious speaker and his desire to be polite.
"Ach, that's right, you've not met yet. Dagran me lad, this here is Lorellai Truthhammer, one of the Dragonscale Expedition's finest champions. Aided in several key discoveries -and- stood against the primalists t' boot! Lorellai, this is my nephew-"
"Dagran Thaurissan the Second." Moira's voice rang out, putting a chill over the conversation. "My son, would you please attend me, your grand-da needs us both right now." Something about her voice and gaze made Lorellai feel only a foot tall.
"Oh, of course Mother. A pleasure to meet you, Lorellai, perhaps we can talk about your discoveries once things are calmer," Dagran offered, smiling genially as he strode to his mother's side. Lorellai nodded, then barely held back from shrinking under the icy stare of Queen Moira.
"Oh, would yeh look at that!" Brann said a bit louder than he needed to, "I think yer meddler friends are gettin' ready to head out, go on lass, we'll catch up later." Brann patted her on the shoulder, before leaning in close. "Don't take it personal, lass. Old hurts and all that. You're a good egg."
Lorellai nodded, stepping back with a slight bow to the royals before turning to join the others at the portals, her gaze lingering as it met Dagran's once more, before she went off to join the fight.
#drogar writes#daily writing challenge#lorellai#dolraan#moira#dagran II#Khadgar#Brann#Ego as in Moira shattered Lorellai's ego#She has that way of asserting herself y'know
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Mists of Pandaria literally took a dwarf character, previously rightfully depicted as a scumbag villain because he wiped out an entire tribe of tauren whilst citing imperialism and racial superiority, and depicted him as a good guy out to protect the pandaren whilst vilifying the tauren for resisting him!
Not to mention that they retconned nearly the entire orc race as evil in that expansion with countless promising orc characters previously depicted as honorable and likable like Zaela, the entire Kor'kron organization, Bloodhilt, ETC becoming Garrosh clones simply because they were orcs and "orcs are inherently bad".
Or that the tie in novels for Mists of Pandaria like Tides of War literally had Baine freaking out and exiling tauren for resisting human and dwarf colonization of their lands.
Vol'jin, one of the only Poc coded monsters to be depicted in a decnet light in MOP, was literally described by the Alliance player as "Disgusting", "savage", and other terms, with the game even adding flies around Vol'jin for this quest.
Before you say thats just the Alliance player's view, white characters never get this description like say human characters when you're playing Horde.
For reference, Shadowlands demonized Dambala, a revered and famous real world loa worshipped in Haiti and many other parts of the World.
The same expansion almost exclusively had PoC coded monsters in the Hell portions, like Zul'jin was in Hell for protecting his lands against colonists that are so proud of their genocide of trolls, their leaders name themselves after it(Trollbanes) the recent Sylvanas novel even clarified that the humans and High Elves knew that it was the Amani's land when they made their homes there from the stone obelisks decorated with troll holy symbols and writing.
It has also been confirmed in recent novels that the tauren gods are fake whilst the night elf gods are real...
And the tauren's oppressor whom had been frequently terrorizing the earth throughout World of Warcraft's history, Magni Bronzebeard, literally got the role of voice of Azeroth like the true Mighty Whitey he is.
Warcraft III for all its racial coding never had anything like this and Warcraft I and II did not have this much racial coding.
So the Doubling down on the racial coding and the "PoC Coded monsters are evil" stuff was done by the modern writers that go "look at how woke we are, two white women are gay an we retconned another white character to be trans, now lets kill some voodoo worshipping savages in the Jungle together!"
Anyhow, sorry I have strong feelings about this as someone whom isn't white myself.
This is sadly a very extensive list and I have no doubt is only part of the problem. I used to play WoW when I was 13 which was 13 years ago and I didn't speak English then so I didn't really know lore. I came back only recently and the few things I played were some BfA (Kul Tiras side), all of Dragonflight and some Legion and a bit of Shadowlands. I haven't touched the other things aside from the vague knowledge of what is going on. I have to keep an eye on these things as I play on because I didn't know most of it.
Hell they do stupid colonialist tropes even with white-coded races, like I am sure the Drust are supposed to be Celtic coded and yet they also have them portrayed as bad for not wanting the Kul Tirans on their land.
I feel like when they do something good for the non-white coded races, it is always played safe for the general playerbase of the cishet white dudes who want their racist stereotypes intact. They always seem to be pussyfooting around the issue without making any meaningful change. They want to make sure they won't offend their biggest racist consumer base and that is so sad. Blizzard has potent racism 10 years behind everyone else.
Also I am sorry you have to write so much, but thank you for sharing this and I hope more people are made aware of it. It's okay to always vent here for anything, and I will eventually catch up with playing the content.
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As a tauren whom has seen what the Explorer's League and the Stormpike clan did under Magni Bronzebeard's direct "imperialistic" orders, and yes "imperialistic" was Magni's words, Magni can go stick his head up his own stone ass.
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Just played tf2 with a demoman named Magni Bronzebeard
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Hasn’t felt his kin’s warmth in a long time…
#don’t stare at it for too long I know it looks wonky#but I’ve been stuck on this for a month#not feeling great so I’m just trying to get shit done#world of warcraft#world of warcraft fanart#digital drawing#my art#magni bronzebeard#moira thaurissan#dagran thaurissan II#digital fanart#screencap redraw
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Adventuring With The Boys, Ulduar, August 16, 2016.
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Dwarves are forever
Nicholas: *walks in somberly, sits in an empty chair and faces the camera* Aye.
Nicholas: ...
Nicholas: I'm Nicholas Ironheart. And I'm a dwarf.
Nicholas: *turns toward camera 2* You may think that with all the snow and the holidays coming on, it might be fun to roll a new dwarf character in World of Warcraft. Running with your axe in-hand, chasing white winter bears and hunting troggs through Dun Morough. Mighty Ironforge decked out in boughs of holly, towerin' in the background. Aye...
Nicholas: *points back at camera 1* But do you know that ten out of ten dwarves rolled this time of year never make it past the starting zone? Many never make it past level seven. Even fewer dwarves rolled during the holiday season receive enough screentime and attention to make it through to level twenty.
Nicholas: I'm here to tell you, don't. Don't logon to Warcraft, go to a new, clean server, and make a new dwarf rogue, or shaman, priest or paladin. Don't make a warrior or a warlock. *points hard* And for crap's sake, don't make another hunter! You don't need like, five hunters who all have the same weapons, and do the same damn thing, just with different mogs and pets. *grumbles*
Nicholas: *presses his hands together* Please, this holiday season, I am begging you. A dwarf is for more than just Winter's Veil.
Nicholas: *leans in, nods* I understand where you're comin' from, friend. Truly, I do. Who doesn't love Diggy Diggy Hole, or want to enjoy a pipe 'n gripe about snooty elves with Gimli! Who isn't a massive fan of Heilung?? Who doesn't love these guns?! *flexes while holding his rifle, too*
Nicholas: But so many of my kin suffer alone on the login screen, unplayed for months. We can't let them suffer in silence. We can't have them roaming the footpaths of Anvilmar forever, level 1 axe in-hand, freezing and alone.
Nicholas: But if you must make a holiday dwarf, then fine. Follow these three tips to do so responsibly...
Nicholas: No great big, white beard that reminds you of a jacked Greatfather Winter. Cause that'll cool off, fast! And second, roll your dwarf on a server with your other main characters. Make regular gold donations to their meaningful development. And let them enjoy a profession or two, not just farm ore, herbs, or skin. Let them craft something for themselves, their pride. It wouldn't kill you. *jams his meaty dwarf finger into camera 3* But a deprived life could crush them!
Nicholas: Last thing. If I see one more dwarf roleplayer saying they are the long-lost brother to Magni Bronzebeard and secret heir to the High Seat... I will come for you personally and kick your ass. From all the way down here. D'ya hear me?? Aye!!
Nicholas: And I've already counted how many sons Nessingwary has, so don't go there! An angry, neglected daughter, though? Well, okay. I'd love to see that. The Moira of the big game hunting world. What a fiery, beardy lass that'd be!
Nicholas: *punches hand in fist* Now get in there, and don't make a dwarf!! Or at least dwarf responsibly!
Nicholas: Oh, and uh-- could ya gimme a toss? I gotta get over to the next commercial slot. *camera shakes, then he flies off the screen* Ayeeeeeeee!
Happy Holidays
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Tournament of Ages 2023
Amid the hustle and bustle of stage hands scurrying about, there is the great, heavy sound of wheels on wood. A ramp is set up and a full sized grand piano is rolled onto stage. Absolutely no smaller instrument would do.
Celedyn saunters onto the stage, passing by the puffing crew as they hurry away. He turns, staring very hard for several long moments until one rushes up with the matching bench seat, setting it before the ostentatious instrument.
Celedyn continues to stare, his blue eyes moving from the seat to the stage hand and back again as they look on with tense confusion. Finally he sighs and nudges the bench with his foot, pushing it into precise parallel alignment.
Celedyn lifts elegant hands, letting the manicured tips slide over the golden trim of the piano, scrutinizing the pristine white lacquer. He wrinkles his nose in repulsion as he finds a smudge and disdainfully polishes it away with his silken sleeve.
Celedyn gives one more accusatory look back at the stage hands and sharply flips the bottom of his robe back, seating himself on the bench. He reaches into the breast pocket and withdraws a framed picture, setting it atop the instrument with a flourish.
Keen eyed audience members would spot that the portrait in question is of Celedyn himself, smiling brightly and in embrace with another man. A photograph of Magni Bronzebeard’s face has been unconvincingly pasted over the other figure’s head.
Celedyn gently kisses the tips of his fingers and touches them to Magni’s face. He flutters his eyelashes coquettishly at the picture, then turns to the audience and gives his most winning smile as his hands find their place on the keys and begin playing.
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“You’ve got my lost brother's soul…My dear mother's eyes… A brown horse's mane… And my uncle's name.”
Celedyn gives an affectionate look to the crudely assembled Thane, his nose wrinkling slightly in amusement. Long fingers glide over the keys while he leans forward, as though singing to a lover seated atop the grandiose piano.
“You walked me down 14th Street, with a doctor to meet, after thoughts of the grave… In the home of the brave… And of the weak.”
Celedyn presses his lips into a thin line, head bowing as he strikes the keys a bit harder than needed, a thread of tension building in his shoulders before his eyes snap back up to the photo.
“But– Why’d you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?”
Celedyn snatches up the photo with a stormy frown. As his hands leave the keys, a second pair shimmers into view, the enchantment continuing to accompany the high elf while leaving faintly glimmering trails in their wake.
“Why'd you have to break all my heart? … Couldn't you have saved a minor part?”
Celedyn huffs and rises, tossing his head as though he imagined his hair to be significantly longer and in need of haughty flipping. He looks out into the audience, one eyebrow lifting, his expression incredulous as he saunters to the edge of the stage.
“I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden. Damn you, I guess I'll have to get a new one.”
Celedyn plops himself down on the edge of the stage. He lifts the picture once more, singing briefly to it, but seems touched by the absurdity of it all, casting sly glances out into the crowd; a barely contained smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.
“I'd love to sit and watch you drink, with the reins to the world, gripping a smoke… Vaguely missing link.”
Celedyn laughs and kicks off the edge of the stage down into the audience. He tosses the frame over his shoulder, ear giving a single flick as he hears the shatter of glass on stage. That’s a stagehand problem, not a Celedyn problem.
“Don't ever change, you hungry little bashful hound! I got the sheep poor Little Bo Peep has lost, and filed for grounds.”
Celedyn throws his arms wide as he steps out into the audience, hips swaying dramatically, platformed heels keeping the hem of his robe just, JUST above the snow as he leaves a shimmering trail in his wake.
“But, why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it? Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a minor part?
Celedyn sighs and drapes an arm around the shoulders of %t, looking utterly exhausted but putting very little actual weight on them. He twists to stare beseechingly into their eyes as he sings, touching the tips of his fingers to his collarbone.
“I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river… Wonder if there's hearts that will deliver?”
Celedyn gives a small, private smile to %t and stands on his own once more, fluffing his hair before tossing a bright smile out towards the audience as his voice builds in strength.
“Don't ever change! Don’t ever worry, because I'm coming back home tomorrow!”
Celedyn closes his eyes and hugs himself, hands sliding over his arms as he seems to be reveling in the warmth of the moment. Blue eyes open, looking out to the distant horizon, expression bright, hopeful before he saunters back towards the stage once more.
“To 14th Street, where I won't hurry; and where I'll learn how to save, not just borrow! And they'll be rainbows! And we will finally know!”
Celedyn is suddenly startled out of his revelry as the wind picks up the photograph and blows the paper onto the side of his face. He tears it away, then stops as he realizes what he holds, staring at the paper in silence for several long moments.
Celedyn pulls himself back up onto the stage and stands. He scoops up the frame and carefully tucks the photo back into place, pinned under the shards of glass.
Celedyn seats himself atop the piano, staring into the photograph, his expression pained. He turns to sprawl out dramatically across the pristine surface, setting the picture down only for the glass and photograph to fall out once more!
Celedyn scrambles to pick up the photo before the wind catches it again, clutching the paper to his chest as though it were unspeakably precious. He looks down at himself, betrayed by his own hands and frowns, returning once more to song.
“Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it? Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a minor part it?”
Celedyn furrows his brow and suddenly tears the photo in half! Immediately his face fills with regret, staring horrified at what he’s done. An instant later- he’s digging into Magni’s half, ripping a messy oval to retrieve his face.
“Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?”
Celedyn reaches into his robe and opens a locket purchased from The Ephemeral Wagon. He hesitates, shoulders sinking, his expression distant. He collects his resolve, tucking the face into the locket; then tears out his own photo to fill the opposite frame.
“Why'd you have to break all my heart…?”
Celedyn glances sidelong and seems to notice the audience’s presence once more. He lifts his chin haughtily and snaps the locket shut, tucking it away.
Celedyn scoots himself to the edge of the piano and hops down, trotting off stage as the enchantment dissipates, weakening before the music fades to empty silence.
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