#poor Kirollis

[unabashedrebel]

RP Snippits

{Below is a piece written alongside @dae-shadowvale ft. @simplysoriya . Sometimes i like to torture my characters a little too much. So yeah, uh, this happened. It’s pretty long, you’ve been warned.}

A soft smile graced his lips as she saved him from himself, and that fear of saying something dumb just when things were getting emotional. "I've been doing some side work. But basically until I decide to go to therapy I'm off active duty. They've been taking it sort of easy on me since I was a POW." Though before Kirollis could expand on just how much he hated therapy, the fishing line began to stir. It started at the tip at first, gentle jerks and pulls that went unnoticed. But in the midst of their conversation the thin piece of wood bent completely into a curve as something snagged on the line. 

��"Oh shit! I think I got something!" He exclaimed.

Dae felt her chest involuntarily tighten at the mention of Kiro’s imprisonment, and while she did what she could to keep that mental flinch from broadcasting itself through her expression, there was likely a lingering flash of sadness in her gaze as she listened to his response. Yes, there was the obvious reminder of the toll that time had taken on herself - all the hopeful glances toward the cafe door every time she heard that bell ring, only to feel her heart sink over and over again - all the nights of falling asleep with her comm in her hand, hopeful that she would hear his voice break through the radio silence, and terrified to hear someone else’s - the emotional torture she put herself through in those weaker moments, wondering if he’d just... left. Now? Thinking back to that period of time, knowing what he had gone through, it made her feel guilty. The fact that he’d waited so long to at least let her know he was alive was still a very sore spot for her, and there was still a lot of emotional ruin to wade through, but there would always be space in her heart for the snarky rogue and his daughter. She wanted to ask him how things had been going with therapy, if he felt like it was helping, if he’d be returning to active duty when he was able, but as fate would have it, none of those questions would make the journey from her thoughts to his ears. 

Her eyes widened at his exclamation and she glanced quickly to the place where his fishing line disappeared beneath the water’s surface in a seamless shift into excitement. “What are you waiting for?!” She took one final pull from her bottle, emptying its contents, and leaned forward to peer down into the water. “Reel it in!”

Kirollis gripped tightly on the fishing rod as tremors rocked through the thin wooden frame. Whatever was on the other end of the line was big, and angry, at the rogues resistance. Not entirely lacking in the physical department, either, Kirollis looked like he was struggling to keep up. His feet planted with their heels dug in, only to find nowhere to get a good footing on the wooden and worn planks of the Booty Bay docks.  His knuckles creeping into a feint white coloring as he vigorously pulled with both hands on the handle. It was as if he was completely oblivious to the dancers advice. Sufficiently stunned by the monster that lurked under the docks, snared by his hook. But eventually he did turn to her adding a sarcastic, "Ooooooooh." With a smirk. "By all means, you're more then welcome to help." The rogues voice strained and rough, coming in a guttural tone from the throat. But once he was situated, and the fish offered a brief repose, Kirollis took the opportunity to just that. Carefully leaving the tension of the rod to one hand as the other didn't stray too far to the metal reel line. Painstakingly cranking the lever in a vain attempt to land his prize. All it managed to do was tick every other second as the rod looked increasingly stressed by the rogues efforts. By this point Kirollis had slowly been dragged, unnoticeable by how small the increments, until the tips of his toes hung off the edge of the dock. Curling and clinging to the planks, even if it was likely more for personal comfort then actual strategy.

"It's all in the hips!" A voice echoed from the far beach as Soriya seemed to have taken an active role in watching it all unfold. While she was too far away for expressions to be read, it was a fair assumption to either of them that she wore a shit eating grin at her fathers troubles with a fish. 

"Okaythisisn'tworking." Kirollis grunted out quickly to himself. Though determination still sat strong on his features. One finally jerk from the rod was all it took to deflate every ounce of confidence he had. Unceremoniously loosing his balance, one leg jutted out awkwardly as if to purchase some. Though even that proved to do little as another shift from the rod tipped him right over the edge and sent him plummeting to the waters below.

The whole scene unfolded in slow motion for Daelynn, which only served to enhance the hilarity of its outcome. One second, Kiro was beside her on the dock, heels dug in firmly as he strained against the pull on his line. The next, he'd disappeared in a woooosh of air, tumbling head-first into the water, and leaving her somewhat perplexed for a second or two. At first, the dancer rose to her feet - an instinctive reflex of concern for the rogue's well-being - but that reflex was fleeting, at best, and she was quickly overcome with laughter. It poured out of her with the ease of water rushing over the falls; unbridled, jovial, breath-catching laughter that had her clutching her stomach as she sunk to her knees, tears collecting at the outer corners of her vision. There was nothing malicious about her reaction, even as she struggled to find her voice amidst each strained gasp of air, and though the simple fact that watching someone take such an impromptu swim was funny in its own right, there was one glaringly comedic addition to this situation in particular; something that clearly hadn't gone unnoticed by the brunette he'd left behind on the dock. 

Kirollis Duskhaven - slayer of men, master of blades, expert of sneak - bested by a fish. 

It was true that Kirollis was a lot of things. That he had a long history of being the capable sort. From assassinating Generals without so much as an alarm, to running smuggling rings that spanned across the Eastern Kingdoms and beyond, to a competent spy, and so many other accomplishments. Not a single one of them mattered as Kirollis plunged face forward from the docks down into the crystal clear water below. What would have normally been easy to see was obscured by the milky froth and unsettled water as bubbles raced to the surface following his decent beneath the waves. Angry flailing and churning from beneath that was so violent one could swear they heard curses bubbling up to the surface. 

As was above, was to below. While Soriya was busy lounging on her surfboard with her face down. Soaking in the sun and enjoying the day. While she always made it look graceful and effortless, the ocean and the tide had a way of tiring out the body more then most would expect. That amount of control and poise, and maintained at such a level? She was wiped out, and made no efforts to hide it.That was until she heard the telltale sign of weight crashing into water with a bassy PLOOOOP. Instantly her head periscoped, flicking her attention toward the sound. While her facial expression would be near impossible to tell from a distance, the look of confusion sat on her features. Swiftly she tried to make sense of it all as she looked over the disturbed water. Then up to the rapturous sounds of laughter. Tilting her gaze up to find Daelynn, and only Daelynn   standing on the stilted docks, leaning over the side as the music of her uncontainable laughter said it all. 

It took only a moment for Soriya to understand what happened. And even less time for her to join in to the chorus of cracking up, so loud that it could be heard in tandem with Dae's own on the dock. Uncontrollable and consistent, those jovial expressions tumbled out of her as if she had little choice in the matter. Gripping on the sides of her board tightly as the young monk doubled over, laying her face down flat on the board as she continued. Before long Soriya rolled right off and into the water- Though unlike her father, she at least seemed to do it intentionally. As if the scene before her was too much for her to take, and she relented to immerse herself beneath the waves in a vain attempt to save her father a little face. 

Before long, Kirollis himself surfaced. Lacking the fishing rod that had proven to be his bane, lost and gone to the tides- and the one creature that did manage to best him-.... a fish. Sputtering out water with aggressive and loud raspberries from his mouth, both hands would come up to clear his eyes. Tipping his head up to look at the dancer, who was Still laughing at his pain. Of course he had to say something. "Yeah, sure. Laugh it up. Real nice. What if I couldn't swim? Would you have jumped in after me?" He teased in mock aggravation.... and perhaps a little embarrassment. 

“Ohhhh c’mon!” Daelynn retorted, still unable to keep the grin from her face... and still struggling to regain her breath from the sudden, and powerful, outburst of laughter. “You would be laughing just as hard if I was the one taking a dunk and you were standing up here, nice and dry,” she lifted a hand to wipe a stray tear on its way down her cheek with the back of a knuckle, “And you know it.” Kneeling down at the edge of the dock, Dae lowered her voice some, speaking in earnest while the corners of her mouth continued to curl themselves upwards. “If it makes you feel any better, I promise to keep this little incident to myself- outside of teasing you about it for the foreseeable future, of course. Though, I can’t speak for all witnesses...” Her gaze lifted from the sputtering rogue as he continued to tread water, focusing briefly on the mostly-submerged brunette floating out in the distance, and lifted her hand to wave - an acknowledgment of their shared laughter, and also to notify the woman that her father wasn’t in any immediate danger. She returned her attention to Kirollis himself, smirking as she braced herself against the dock with one hand, and extended the opposite arm as far as she could. “Let’s get you out of there before you melt, or something,” she teased, tossing a wink down to him.

"I mean I-.." Kirollis held up a finger in protest. Yet after a moment all it did was curl down, deflated, much like the rogue himself as his jaw hung agape. The logic bomb Daelynn had dropped on him critically hitting, and it showed. In a brief and resilient rebuttal he managed to mutter out, "Well, but I would have at least tried to hide it." Breaking into a chuckle soon after. If there was anything he knew how to do, and do well, it was laugh at himself. The gesture dispelling any notion of hard feelings over the hilarious happenings on the Booty Bay docks. 

"Ohhhh no." Dae shook her head, vehemently. "Nonono. How many times have you sprung from the shadows with the sole purpose of scaring me half to death?" She didn't give him even a second to respond before jumping right back into it. "AND out of all those times, how often did you ever attempt to hide your amusement?" Again, she left no room for a rebuttal. "I'll tell you how many."  She held up a hand, fingertips curling around to meet the end of her thumb, forming an obvious 'O'. "None. Exactly zero. So enough of this 'woe is me' act... you big baby." The tone she used was teasing in nature, peppered here and there with a chuckle, but there was no denying the accuracy of her response, and the look on her face was irrefutable proof that she knew she had him at a stalemate on the matter.

By the time a pause marred the pairs playful jabs Soriya had made her way over to make it a trio. Of course she had to laugh at her fathers pain as well chiming in the midst of her paddle, "Dad! Come on, we went over this, you can't just jump in and try and stab them." The monk chirped out with a voice full of giggles. Repositioning to sit up on her board near where her father recovered from his plunge, letting her legs lazily dangle off the flanks and into the water.

"Oh come on." Kirollis protested to the unforgiving crowd, his arms outstretched in an expression that matched his words. Knowing full well that he had, on several occasions, taken great joy in scaring both women- much to their respective disdain. She had him, he knew it, his daughter knew it, and most importantly Daelynn knew it. Turning to Soriya in a bid for some relief, he found no such thing.

Instead the brunette scrunched her youthful features toward their center. Casually shrugging to her fathers desperate plea. With small and rapid nods of her head, the look she gave him in reply all but said You're on your own. Reaffirming the floating mistweaver added, "I'm pretty sure you laugh all the time. You think your slick. But we see it, clearly." Soriya motioned between herself and the dock bound Daelynn.

It didn't take long for Soriya to snap her attention over to Daelynn, happily raising up her hand in a wave before excitedly shouting up, "Hey Dae!" in greeting. "Literally the two of us here and he still gets himself into trouble. Did we really even want him back?" She joked. Blissfully unaware of how her words might hit the dancer. Too caught up in the joy of the moment and the fact that this was one of the rare times the three of them were all together. Not to mention the overwhelming fact that her dad had just been bested by what she could only imagine was a tuna.Shifting to her father once more Soriya asked, "You okay, pop?" She asked with concern. 

Kirollis for his part had done his best to roll with the punches. But as always he was dramatic about it, sporting an overly animated pout as his arms crossed over his chest. A sarcastic chuckle escaping him after it was all said and done, "Yeah, sure, you know just my ego is a little bruised. But sure. I'm okay." Of course he wasn't angry, but far be it from him to not ham it up. "You two gonna gang up on me now? Is this like a thing?" He lamented as a hand unfurled from its counterpart and motioned between the two women.  A tired sigh escaped him as he shook his head. Defeated and deflated. "Alright. I relent to my watery fate." He resigned to a surrender, with his hands hoisted near his ears in a carefree manner. Though he did chuckle a little at his own expense when it was all said and done.

"It's good to see you, Sori," Dae turned her attention to the monk, flashing a vibrant smile before her expression shifted into one of feigned grief, "though, it's a shame it had to be under such tragic circumstances..." An exaggerated frown followed, aimed at the drowned rogue, and while Sori's off-the-cuff remark did strike a little close to the chest, Dae managed to keep that pang of emotional discomfort from rising to the surface. "You should stop by the cafe before you leave the Cape - I'll send you off with a box of goodies for the kids."

"I could go for some lunch." Soriya chimed in a little too quickly after Dae had offered. Showing a little more excitement that two of her favorite people were in the same location. Not a thought given to over imposing on the kindness. "Why don't we meet you there in a little bit?" 

Thirty minutes later...

Soriya walked through the door first. A mess of jovial giggles and her cheeks bright red. That smile she loved to wear pulled to its limits, even showing a rare display of dimples in the process. Her hair still wet from the ocean and attire that suggested she was going right back out, only having put a t-shirt and flip flops from the previous bikini. Though once those teal eyes found Daelynn in the Cafe, her arms came to the front door as to present, "So dad totally bought my silence."

In walked an exhausted, yet dry, Kirollis. But quite noticeably the rogue wore a bright pink t-shirt that looked just a tad too tight- 'Badazzled' written across the front in an arc in rhinestones.  Of course it was. Complete with a pair of shorts and a damp burlap bag in hand. "Dear diary; worst day ever."

[simplysoriya]

The Eternal Serpent

Chapter 4: Seperation Anxiety

{Prologue, pt1, pt2, pt3, Interlude}

Two crowns of auburn peered over the rocky cliff face and into the eastern bays of Uldum where a ship sat docked not far from the shores. A merchant vessel by any other observation, nothing fancy in its design. Lack of firepower suggested it wasn’t a naval vessel for either side. As well as the merchant colors it’s flag boasted as it waved against the wind seemed to suggest a rather unassuming vessel.

But the pair of Duskhavens knew better than to believe that. After all they had spent the latter part of the week tracking the ruffians through the desert. With the lack of any camps passed or present in their observations? It was all but certain that they had made their way to the boat.

“Do you have a plan?” Soriya peeped out in an unnecessary whisper.

“Why am I always the plan guy? This is your gig.” The elder Duskhaven lamented.

The death stare he earned from his daughter seemed to persuade him more than her words did. With a quiet sigh Kirollis conceded, “Yes, I have a plan.”

“Well?”

“I mean it’s not like a full plan it’s more like a push in the right direction.”

“Dad….”

“Okay, okay. So we sneak on the ship via the anchor and stow away. We hitch a ride, hopefully while nobody’s the wiser, and basically just follow their lead once we get there. Whatever they need diving gear for, I’m assuming we’ll have to borrow that too, along with the ride.”

There was an odd look of admiration as she watched the rogue work things out. It was rare that Soriya ever saw him in his element, a facet of his life he went through great lengths to keep her sheltered from. But regardless she still managed to ask, “How do you know they have diving gear?”

“I maaaaay have scouted them out once or twice while you were sleeping.”

Soriya’s brows downturned at the revelation. “Oh. Okay. I mean a boat and diving gear, do you think this pl--”

Kirollis held up a hand to quiet his daughter as a stir on the ship grasped his attention. “I think they’re getting ready to sail. But, yes, to answer your question; I definitely think it’s a couple leagues below.” With a tick of his head toward the ship he stated, “Come on, we gotta go.”

Both Sin’dorei pushed themselves from the prone position and onto their feet, keeping low even in their vantage. There was always that far off risk of being spotted and their incursion halted before it even began.

While they both had a healthy degree of respect for one another, Soriya realized that her father was far more inclined to stealth then she was. She followed his cues as they both carefully traversed down the steep and rocky cliff toward the water. Ducking when he ducked, stopping when he stopped, and letting him know she was still keeping up with gentle pats to the shoulder.

With reckless abandon Soriya jumped into the glistening ocean with a loud splash. Leaving Kirollis on the shore with a mortified expression as an outstretched hand failed to prevent the rash action. Though with the sound of clinking metal in the distance he quickly suppressed those feelings. Instead cupping a hand over his mouth to encourage in a loud whisper, “Swim!” He knew full well that once that anchor was up, it would make it that much harder to climb aboard.

Following in suit Kirollis jumped into the water himself. Paddling one arm after the other as he caught up to Soriya, already a few meters ahead of him.

Reaching the ship first, Soriya put hands on the iron anchor as it rose. Securing her hands in a chain link before her feet followed, letting the mechanism pull her up click after click as the strained creaking of wood masked her movements.

Kirollis was only a hop step behind as he mimic’d her, latching onto the same anchor a few feet below and using it as an impromptu elevator of sorts. Glancing up only to be blinded by the sun, the rogue freed a hand to act as a visor as he checked in only to see Soriya flash him an OK sign as she hung from the anchor. Emerald eyes, however, went wide as he saw a grubby green hand reach out of the port side window as it grasped onto his daughters outstretched wrist.

“Whadd’ah we got here? A stowaway?!” The Goblin spoke in an almost excited tone at the prospect as Kirollis watched on in horror. Quickly grasping his second hand onto the iron before all of his efforts focused on the opposition.

Soriya, however, seemed completely caught off guard. Confusion was evident on her face. But in the end, instinct took over, and the young woman pulled hard on her snared wrist. The next moment was utter chaos as one after another the dominos fell, starting with the Goblin, as he was pulled from the window and out of the ship. Losing his grip on the monks arm, the green bandit tumbled right out of the window only to crash into the Kirollis. Sending them both plummeting to the waters below complete with a loud splash and no small amounts of seafoam.

Her hand quickly came to curl around her mouth as she watched the cause and effect of her actions play out before her. Part of her wanted to jump in with them to ensure her father was okay. Hesitation, however, won out as the realization set in that this may be her only shot to find the long lost temple. As much as it pained her, the only option she had was to continue along on her own.

Without the guidance of the vetern rogue on her side, the young monk adapted a much more careful approach. Gently climbing down the iron rope to the window the Goblin had accosted her. Feet first she swung herself into the open cabin window, only letting out a breath of relief once she found it empty.

Meanwhile back in the water Kirollis resurfaced from his plunge with a gasping breath. Anxiety racked him to his very core as he watched his only daughter stow away on a ship full of unsavory mercenaries. Helpless was never a feeling he experienced often, but as he frantically paddled in vain toward a ship that obviously outpaced him- helpless was all he could feel.

It went against his every instinct to keep swimming after it, but he did as far as his arms would take him. Right up until the ship passed over the horizon. Frustration overtook him as he balled a fist and slammed it into the water, “FuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCK!” He screamed, but nobody would hear his cries.

With murderous intent the rogue scanned back to the shoreline, spotting the Goblin just barely making it to the beach. An easy target for his ire. With that same intensity as before the rogue swam back.

A series of racking coughs and retching of swallowed sea left the poor unsuspecting Goblin defenseless as Kirollis silently slinked up behind him. “Uh oh…” Was heard as that tall shadow cast over the smaller species, as if he knew exactly what were to happen next.

Kirollis snatched the creature by the back of his neck before hoisting him up to eye level and turning him around. “You’re coming with me back to town and you’re telling me exactly where the ship is going.”

“And if I don’t wanna cooperate?” The Goblin tried to play it tough.

“I start with fingers, and you really don’t want me to get to eleven.”

“You’re the boss!” He swiftly replied.

[safrona-shadowsun]

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps (spill the tea)

“Spill my drink and give that poor waitress more to do, Kiro? Don’t be mean.” The Courier gave her roguish companion a long glance before addressing the topic on hand, keeping her voice to quieter tones. “I…have not made much of a mention of it to anyone and I am doing my best to mitigate further losses, but, to put it simply, I’ve had someone infiltrate my business right down to my client listing by posing as one of my carriers.” Safrona tipped the glass of harder liquor against her lips, trying to drink modestly. Clearly she was controlling her consumption for Kirollis’ benefit. 

“I have someone working with me to track their movements, but I don’t need this to get out, exactly. I’m putting myself at deep risk trying to preside personally over every delivery I do accept for now, but that’s the only way I can guarantee everything is running right. And I’m running myself into the ground. So. Hopefully you’ll forgive me for the late night dinner. Enjoy the “samosa”, yes? I hear their fantastic. I can’t stay long.”

{ @unabashedrebel }

[fel-temptation]

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) 35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?

34. Does you character have favorite foods?I think she did before she was an Illidari, I never delved too deeply into it though. These days? She will basically eat whatever she can, whenever she can, and she eats a ton. Like, I did this RP the other day where she met Kirollis, and Kiro was basically saying that after he took her to breakfast, he had to run to the bank to be able to pay the tab. Like, she’s insatiable. The idea behind that was that since she’s no longer a part of civilization, or hasn’t been for a while, she’s very very poor. She wasn’t in a noble house, she spent a lot of her time in Black Temple after defecting from the Sunfury, which was free of charge. She has no marketable skills minus runes, which she freely uses her knowledge to help her fellow Illidari. Soooooo long story short, she will try and eat good food whenever she can, with no shame. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert. She’s just, she really likes food okay? You have no idea how fast those Illidari metabolisms go ;P AKA she's not very picky.35. Is your character afraid of death? If they had to go, how would they chose to?The way I sort of headcanon things is that the mortality rate of trying to become a DH was higher than 50%. Basically, when she joined and said she wanted to become an Illidari, she was one foot in the grave already. She thought she was going to die due to the bonding.And who could really blame her? Her brother killed her family in a ritual that made him a puppet to a larger monster. Her home was destroyed in that very same thing. She had to chase said brother around the far corners of Azeroth for 10 years before finally being able to imprison him so she could find a way to help him. Then went on to become an Illidari, which failed miserably as far as solving those aforementioned problems. She’s not afraid of death so much as just holding on until she can help her brother. But I think if she were to go out? She’d rather it be by his hand then some demons. After all, she’s responsible for 90% of his scars. Their relationship is contentious at best.So in a sense, nah, she’s been ready for death for a long time. But she’d at least like a poetic one if it came down to it.Thanks @adorablestitch !

[unabashedrebel]

Ooc ask: do you change your written vocabulary and style based on the character you're writing? (Not just their dialog)

Idk when this came in because I am a trash blogger but this has always been a super interesting thing to me so I’m gonna answer it.

I DO, god that’s so important to me that it hurts. Writing multiple muses, early on, my thing was that they HAD to sound different. Like that was non-negotiable to me. They need to sound on brand for their character, not just me throwing out bits of dialogue in psuedo-modern terms, which I’ll be honest was kind of my go-to for Kirollis. It’s what made his dialogue easy, he was close enough to my own that I didn’t really need to think about it for him.

Enter Soriya, my next big muse and Kirollis’ daughter. I think when I made her I realized that there was speech patterns that I wanted to cash in on. There was a certain degree of me that wanted them to speak similarly because they’re related and weirdly look up to one another- then there was another half of me that wanted to put more of a wall between who they were as people. (Honestly it’s kind of blended into both ideas where Soriya will say some Kiro shit sometimes, and vice versa. IF you ever wondered why Soriya started saying fuck you can blame her dad). But the thing I guess I do keep in mind to have that small difference between them is that for Soriya I will dumb her dialogue down to reflect that she’s not a book learner. She uses smaller words, less tact, more likes and maybes and filler, less sarcasm, less know-it-all, more gentle and kind but with a little bit of spice. Whereas Kirollis is highly educated and actively will dumb himself down to lower other people’s expectations. It’s also why I call her Kiro lite, she’s a very similar character but so so very different in a lot of ways.

NOW enter Korrinth who was maybe probably the most challenging of my muses to write dialogue for. Like, she’s a very smart gal. She studied in the mecca of magic for nearly a century. She’s used to big words, knows their meaning, and will employ them in regular conversation regardless of who she’s talking to. She has this air of class about her when she speaks, and despite her saying it, a lot of her tone comes across as condescending or cold. But she’s the muse I wanted to really give the smarts to, and that was something I thought would be great to reflect in vocabulary choices and how she really just words things in general. She’s kind of rough in the sense that I have to actively police myself when I’m writing her, she doesn’t just come off the cuff like the other ones can, I actually have to think about how she talks and what that does to present her (Because frankly she’s a poor, unemployed demon hunter who still talks like she’s in line to become a magistrix and I think that’s such a cool parallel from who she was to who she is now which is arguably her biggest theme).

I’m not sorry for this word vomit.

[unabashedrebel]

Just a couple of pretty minor blog updates I wanted to throw out there:

- @fel-temptation & @simplysoriya should be worlds safer for work now. On top of cleaning out their queues and a concerted effort to represent them better- they should be more viewer friendly and less risque focused. There still will be suggestive themes on both blogs, you will still see bikinis on Soriyas blog, and scantly clad demons on Korrinths, but they should both be a lot more palatable and appropriately marked. 

*Disclaimer* I may still miss some things that are in my queue, I gave them both two good passes to clean it out. But if there IS any issue please feel free to come DM me and I’ll throw those images in the NSFW tag.

This effort is purely by my own design for my own benefit. I felt that I, the mun, was doing a poor job in their portrayal and put up far too much thirst bait. That’s simply not how I want them viewed. There wasn’t any pressure from the community or harsh words cast my way. Purely a decision for me by me.

- @accidental-exile my newest OC has had her in-game class changed to a hunter. I found it more reflective of her past as a Farstrider, and again provides better representation. There are no major changes to her character save for the skill set focus shifting to archery. Personality, backstory, blog themes, currents, and her job are still in tact.

This also opens up room for a new rogue OC I’m bringing to alliance side. I cant tell you when but there will eventually be a blog for him when I flesh out more of his character.

-There should be less OOC shenanigans on Kirollis’ blog (The one this post comes from). While it’s not completely gone and it still serves as partly an OOC blog for myself, it should be trimmed down in the future.

There MIGHT be an OOC blog made some time in the future. But for now that’s currently not on the table.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk!

[unabashedrebel]

📂 x 3, whoever you want!

Let’s do one for each.

Kirollis: I was actually reminded of this Friday night but Kirollis had a male modeling career and walked the catwalk. Granted it was only one time, but he coined the look Blue Steel.

Korrinth: Korrinths spells aren’t limited to jack shit. She’s a creative, a former mage, and a master class runeweaver. She’s at times made spells on the fly by combining effects, deconstructing runes and reforming them, as well as flat out made up a new ones to suit her plans.

You should consider her a magic user more then a melee fighter. Anything else is a mistake.

Soriya: West Philadelphia born and raised. Sorry, couldn’t help myself. That’s actually a pretty spot on story. Soriya grew up pretty poor and left to fend for herself. She sometimes forgets that she has money, like a lot of it. Two things usually come out of this- she spends a lot, often, and is happy to help others financially. Or she just forgets and is like ‘2 gold for carrots?! Fuck off’

Thanks @sanasunbringer !

[simplysoriya]

The Eternal Serpent

{Prelude, vibe }

Chapter 1: Decisive Discoveries 

Legends are fickle things. While most reside in the imagination of a simpler time? There were always grains of truth embedded into the story of it all. Some stories were like a ball of snow rolling down a hill of the same. In our very nature there was always a spin, an addition, a subtraction, sprinkled with some embellishment, equaling a legend that had an easier flow or a more adequate lesson. There was nothing malicious about the practice- As was the truth behind all oral histories, they tended to bend over time.

Though, even as a rarity, some legends had more truth than others…

A busy desk was toiled upon in the humble two bedroom apartment in Silvermoon as raindrops pounded the glass sill beside it. There was some personality to it between scrawled out papers and hand sketched maps. A seashell here, a dream catcher there, decorated in all one would expect from a bubbly monk who loved the beach. But those personalized decorations were eclipsed by the obsessant project, looking every bit a detective's motive board rather than a delve into Pandarian lore. 

A cork-board rested against the wall at the edge of her desk, each of the four corners used as a section for her stockpile of information. Pictures both useful and purely aesthetic were tossed about, both pinned to the board and lazily resting on the simple oak desk. A quadrant flanked one side labeled Eye Witness’, complete with three portraits pinned into them, two of which seemed to have notes skewed to the back of the sketch. Though under it had a similar portrait sketches, they seemed to be silhouettes of a head complete with a question mark over the face. 

Adjacent her collection of interviews was a similar set up of information. This time focused on the legend itself. The Temple of the Eternal Serpent was written in bold letters above what looked like a transcript bearing a Lorewalkers seal. A text she had scoured over more times than she could count, to the point where she could comfortably recite the tale with little error.

Directly beneath the subject of her investigation, and the tale that sparked it, was geographical maps of the Pandarian provinces with locations both circled in red with some even sporting a cross through them. While the mainland of Pandaria was focused on in her markings, there were cutouts of the Isle of Thunder as well as a map of Azeroth before the Cataclysm.

Each section had a simple line of thread running from their corners into the center of the board where Possible Locations??? was listed…. Though the lack of anything concrete paved the way for a blanker looking space then the rest of her work, with naught but a picture of a full moon with more question marks scrawled on it out of frustration.

One section sat solitary in its own corner with no tether to speak of. Simply labeled Trials of the Serpent along with three sections representing the three tests written out beneath them. Strength, Spirit, and Soul. Perhaps the busiest of sections of board, this one in particular had scrawled out notes pinned with personalized reminders and revisions to the stories she’s heard. While it had the most information, it looked to be the least figured of the bunch- save for maybe the possible locations she lacked.

Burying her face in her hands as frustration at her own stagnation mounted. Desperately pleading to herself for a good break in unraveling the mystery of the Eternal Serpent. Not often did the chipper monk wallow in self-doubt, but a rare concession was made as she sat at her desk. Listening to the sound of rain against her window.

Right up until an impressed “Damn.” pierced the white noise as a voice came from over her shoulder. “You tryin’ to catch a serial killer kiddo? Cause I know a few.” 

The mixture of silent footsteps and her focus elsewhere paved the way to Soriya’s miniature heart attack. Jolting forward in her chair as the familiar voice of her father found her ears. He did this near constantly- and yet every single time it never failed to scare her.

“I’m going to punch you one of these days.” The young monk replied in an aggravated tone. Or as aggravated as Soriya got, at any rate. 

“Good. See? That’s good parenting right there. I’m teaching you how to get on that fight response instead of the flight response.” Kirollis added with the usual joking swagger exuded. 

Turning in her chair to better face the rogue, Soriya sent her backhand toward Kirollis’ shoulder in a love tap. “Be that as it may…. I won’t be playing pocket healer that day.” She chided before poking her tongue out in his direction in teasing fashion.

Kirollis half-smirked, half-smiled, as he knew full well just how empty those words were. He let her have the moment in the end, instead shifting his attention back to the cork-board with an interested bob of his head. “So what’s with uh… all this?”

With a forearm the young monk cleared the notebook chalked full of tabbed pages. Shifting her gaze toward the corner of her desk as her lips contorted to one side. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep her little venture to herself, rather a sense of pride. She wanted this to be hers. 

“It’s just this legend from Pandaria. You wouldn’t like it. It’s full of dragons and wishes and poor villagers and voodoo and stuff.” However she never was all that convincing of a liar.

Kirollis quirked an auburn brow as he gaze Soriya a questioning look that denied anything other then genuine intrigue. Eventually settling on the edge of her double bed both letting her know he wasn’t going anywhere and making himself comfortable.

Once more Soriya let out an exasperated sigh at the realization that he wasn’t moving anywhere soon. “You’re exhausting, you know that?”

“C’mon, tell me about it.” Pointing a finger toward the board in question Kirollis continued, “I know what that is. You’re lookin’ for an old legend?”

“No.” The monk countered. “Well… yes. But I’m really close to finding it!” She exclaimed, only to be met by an unconvinced audience. 

“Right. So... a dragon? In Pandaria. Like a Cloud Serpent?”

Soriya gave a single nod of her head in confirmation. “More like -the- cloud serpent. Or well, the lineage of one.” Begrudgingly she relented to tell the tale. “So the story goes that the son of Yu’lon, long ago, neglected his duties and went to go live in a mountain. Basically he gave bad wishes to the villagers who lived close by, essentially like… bribing them to worship him. So eventually the villagers got a buncha bad wishes and they made a temple tomb for him.” The Mistweaver summed up as simply as she could.

The rogues eyes flicked toward the board once more, seeming none too phased by the rigid retelling of a tale that clearly had a lot more too it judging by the evidence right before him. It certainly wasn’t the strangest thing he’d ever heard, and that point was further drove home as he simply commented, “Neat. So, where do you think it is?”

A silence overtook the pair as Soriya blinked a few times before staring at her father. But a fleeting sense of admiration took her as Kirollis just seemed to believe her chasing after some legend as if it were true. 

“Neat? That’s it? You hear about a dragon granting wishes and you’re response is ‘neat’?” Soriya questioned in a patronizing tone, despite the warm feelings a mere moment ago.

Kirollis took the jab well, simply shrugging, “Sori… our ranking government literally comes from another planet. A giant demon stabbed our planet baby last year. I’ve somehow managed to make it to almost two-hundred. Stranger things have happened.”

Soriya’s brow furrowed as she conceded. “Yeah… fair points.”

 “So?” Pointing toward the center of her board he added, “Is your best lead really the moon?”

“Uhm… well…” She reached a hand up to rub at the back of her neck. “I’ve talked to a couple of peop-... well the families of a couple of people. Stories their grandparents used to tell them.”

“Oh!” As an afterthought Soriya swiftly added, “There was this one group that was said to have actually found it pretty recently. But I can’t find -any- of them, the last person I can prove saw them said it was on the Isle of Thunder, but I couldn’t find anything even close out there.”

Kirollis took a moment to take in the information offered, letting out a “Hm.” As he got to his feet and took a closer look at the maps drawn out. “Ya ever think about the outskirts of Uldum?” 

“Uldum?” Soriya brushed off the random location. “Why would I go there? I mean, looking for this that is.”

Once more the rogue cast an incredulous look at his daughter. “Cause thousands of years ago Azeroth was all sorta connected? Pandaria probably connected somewhere around Uldum.” Squinting some he hesitantly asked, “Sori, did you not know that?”

“Why would I know that?!” The monk protested.

“...because it’s basic world history…”

A quick history lesson was given as the father and daughter duo exchanged ideas well into the night. While Kirollis educated her on the finer points of early Azeroth, Soriya filled him in on the legend she pursued. They had always got along and found common interests, but when it came to entering the others world there had always been a lack in joint projects. And while she was reluctant at first? Soriya eventually found herself thankful for the lucky break she was looking for.

[simplysoriya]

TMI - Do you see yourself in your father?

Soriya drew back just a tad, caught off-guard and utterly unprepared for the question cast in her direction. 

Certainly the topic of similarities had crossed her mind. Lineage, something that she never had, suddenly available for her consumption and cross-examination ever since her father came into her life. It made her smile whenever she found a shared or learned trait, when Kirollis would invoke the mighty Duskhaven name before attributing that it was a family trait- even if that name was often associated with snark and poor decisions. It never failed to make her smile. Like something lost returning in the night, a piece of her that was locked away for so long only to finally be open.

But never had she thought exclusively of the traits she flaunted that her father only whispered. The gears in her mind were visibly turning as she pondered the question just a little bit longer.

A sly smirk crept over a half of her lips. “He actually waters the plants now. I think he just needed the right person to show him how.” The young monk spoke with wry wisdom. Leaving it up to debate just what her metaphor was about.

{Thanks @safrona-shadowsun !}

[simplysoriya]

LFC: Soriya Duskhaven

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name: Soriya Amare Duskhaven

Reason or Meaning of Name: Her middle name is latin for beloved. Though it holds no real meaning in the Warcraft universe..

Character’s Nickname/Alias: Sori, Sunshine, The Only Decent Duskhaven

Reason for Nickname/Alias: When its not just a shortened version of her name it’s usually personalized. Like her father calls her Sunshine. Anyone who knows the family uses the last one.

Birth Date: August 14th

Physical appearance

Age: 27

How old does he/she appear: Relatively young and vibrant, full of life

Weight: 145lbs

Height: 6’

Body build: Athletic, toned, petite

Shape of face: Soft, rounded, a bit of a square jaw

Eye color: Turquoise

Glasses or contacts: N/a

Skin tone: Very tan & sunkissed

Distinguishing marks: A particularly bright smile

Predominant features: See above

Hair color: Chestnut with faded blonde highlights

Type of hair: Long & wavy, reaches down passed her shoulders

Hairstyle: It varies, she usually wears it down but will frequently wear it up when active

Voice: Energetic, slightly high pitched, enthusiastic, sometimes hints of sarcasm

Overall Attractiveness: 10/10 (Biased opinion). Very fit, cute, and generally all around attractive personality

Physical Disabilities: N/a

Usual Fashion of Dress: Bohemian, chic, athletic, traditional, or a mix of the aforementioned. It varies.

Favorite Outfit: She likes floral bikinis

Jewelry or Accessories: It varies, usually nicknacks and trinkets she has picked up from her journeys. Nothing too flashy, usually not valuable items. Think like driftwood carvings or handmade bracelets.

Personality

Good Personality Traits: Compassionate, understanding, easy going, kind, thoughtful, probably some other things that just aren’t coming to at the moment. But on theme with those.

Bad Personality Traits: Soriya is a bit naive at times, can be quick to comment without thinking, generally a bit of an airhead from time to time, she can also be distant.

Mood Character is Most Often In: Cheerful

Sense of Humor: Sarcasm and teasing, body comedy, light jokes

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Making others smile

Character’s Greatest Fear: Losing someone she’s close with

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: At this current point in time? Likely just Kirollis passing on.

Character Is Most at Ease When: Meditating

Most Ill at Ease When: They know someone's ill intentions but trying and be nice to them anyways

Enraged When: I have yet to think of something that would make her go off in a rage.

Depressed or Sad When: She feels like she’s alone in the world

Life Philosophy: Don’t worry, be happy. Akuna Matada. Whatever floats your boat.

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be: To meet her mom, five minutes would be fine.

Character’s Soft Spot: Animals, orphans, people in general, those who have had it rough

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?: It may be hard to spot given her usual sunny disposition.

Greatest Strength: Optimism

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Benefit of the doubt

Biggest Regret: She doesn’t have any, mostly by choice

Minor Regret: See above

Biggest Accomplishment: I want to say she’s proud of who she’s become. That’s likely, to her, her greatest accomplishment. Feeling like she’s a good person.

Minor Accomplishment: Achieving the rank of Master among monks

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: The time she broke her leg on a dragon hunt.

Character’s Darkest Secret: A stuffed animal collection. It’s not really secret. Or dark.

Does Anyone Else Know?: Maybe?

Goals

Drives and Motivations: Wandering, being the change in the world, brightening up other peoples lives

Immediate Goals: Making sure her students have the tools they need to succeed, and the outlook needed to tackle life

Long Term Goals: Seeing all that Azeroth has to offer. Helping her father through his issues and guilt. Making a change in the world.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Exploring, compassion, and heart- in that order.

How Other Characters Will Be Affected: Kiro’s gonna cry a lot.

Past

Hometown: Silvermoon

Type of Childhood: Rough, mostly. When she was in the orphanage resources were very slim and the amount of orphans were very high. It’s why she left in the first place.

Pets: Any dog that she sees.

First Memory: That’s rough, probably listening to other orphans express pain and loss following Arthas’ yeet to the Sunwell.

Most Important Childhood Memory: Leaving the orphange

Childhood Hero: She used to think her parents were valiant knights who fought the undead. She kind of idolized the renditions she imagined..

Dream Job: She likes teaching young ones.

Education: Lacking. She has the traditional education of probably 5th grade. (Not to say she’s stupid, though)

Religion: She’s devoted mostly to Pandarian teachings. But early on it was very muddled and confusing.

Finances: Poor

Present

Current Location: Wandering Azeroth

Currently Living With: Whatever wildlife is near her at the time she makes camp. Alternatively her father.

Pets: Turtles. She also adopts animals all the time, which her dad then goes and finds homes for.

Religion: None that I can surmise

Occupation: Teacher

Finances: Wealthy

Family

Siblings: None at the moment

Relationship With Them: N/A

Spouse: N/a

Relationship With Them: N/a

Children: N/a

Relationship With Them: N/a

Other Important Family Members: Really just her dad and her aunt are left. She hasn’t gone and tried to start one on her own.

Favorites

Color: Sea blue

Least Favorite Color: Orange

Music: Classic Rock, pop, new school, techno

Food: Tacos

Literature: She doesn’t read a bunch. But she likes upbeat fiction, or self help books.

Form of Entertainment: Magazines

Expressions: A bright smile

Mode of Transportation: Boats

Most Prized Possession: A picture of her mom

Habits

Hobbies: Painting, hiking, climbing, surfing, swimming, martial arts, yoga, interior design, fashion

Plays a musical instrument?: Soriya can’t really play much. But she does know how to pick at a ukulele from time to time

Plays a sport?: Any that she comes across. Though soccer is a favorite, as well as volleyball.

How she would spend a rainy day?: Dancing in it. She likes the rain, or really any form of water.

Spending Habits: She has her days where she’s a shopaholic. Though since she came into family money, she’s splurged a lot more then she used to.

Smokes: Thistle sometimes

Drinks: She has a lot of brewmaster friends

Other Drugs: Not repulsed, but not on her to-do list

What does he/she do too much of?: Use qualifiers- ‘like’ ‘sorta’ ‘I mean’ before speaking, or woven into her speech

What does he/she do too little of?: Take a minute to just breath

Extremely Skilled At: Mistweaving

Extremely Unskilled At: Singing

Nervous Tics: Nervous or unusual laughter

Usual Body Posture: Upright, relaxed, calm

Mannerisms: Bright, welcoming, animated gestures, talks with her hands

Peculiarities: Basically her entire self

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Daredevil

Logical or Emotional?: Emotional

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: ‘Her’ definition of neat

Prefers Working or Relaxing?: She enjoys a hard days work, but preferably its relaxing.

Confident or Unsure of Themself?: Confident

Animal lover?: Most definitely is

Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: She’s proud of herself.

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Hopeful

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: “I just like to surf and eat tacos man. I’m not that complicated”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: Kindness

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: Forgetfulness

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Her physique

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: I’m not sure she really- I don’t think she focuses on that kind of stuff

How does the character think others perceive him/her?: A naive kid

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself?: If she wanted to change something she would put her mind to it and do it. She’s not the type to procrastinate self improvement

Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Sympathetic. She believes most people have had a hard life, and thinks that’s the reason for a lot of bad behavior

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: It depends on how close to the chest she’s playing it but generally she will only hide things if she feels like it will hurt someone

Person Character Most Hates: Nobody

Best friend(s): Looking for some I guess

Love interest(s): N/a

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Kirollis probably

Person Character Feels Responsible For: Her dad again, oddly

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: Probably @kat-hawke

Person Character Openly Admires: See above

Person Character Secretly Admires: She wouldn’t hold that back

Art creds @nehku

[unabashedrebel]

The Creeps pt. 3- An Untimely End

{Pt1, Pt2}

The unlikely pair of Remington and Kirollis continued their trek down south through the dark and eerie forest. Or, at least dark and eerie to some. It made more sense for them to take the pass south of Fenris Isle and passed the far side of the Deep Elem mines. Figuring it the quickest route to the desired destination with the sense that on the loop back around on the main road would be sufficient to canvas the area. With the help of that eye in the sky the task seemed simple enough.

There was no denying that the shortcut was quicker and safer. But it was also a lot more dull. Casual conversation between the pair of questionable outlaws started with a brief explanation of the Forsaken they searched for. A man torn between his prior life and the new one. Usually dressed in tattered and dirty formal wear suited for a banker. A dislocated jaw that he never cared to fix, which Kirollis explained was how he learned Gutterspeak to begin with. And jet black hair that had lost several patches over the years. While it wasn’t the best description he could offer, it was at least something.

Though in that stroll their conversation returned into casual talk of ghostly politics. A topic previously broached that seemed to have piqued the rogues attention. In good fashion even appreciating Remy’s take on the matter.

As the pair reared out of the wood-barren pass and into the back of Ambermill the Sin’dorei quickly pointed out at the cabin ahead, “I think we’re here pal. What’cha say you go left I go right and we meet in the middle?”

The place looked abandoned, just as Remy had mentioned earlier. Just a collection of run down structures of what was once a quaint human settlement. Some cabins and a barn still defiantly standing against the test of time. Others crumbled under the weight of poor weather, termites, and clumsy adventurers. While few, elemental constructs still stalked the ground with the slooshing sounds of water and against mud as the moved like eerie spectral guardians.

While all was unusually quiet in the ghostly town it made the hairs on the back of the rogues neck stand at attention. There was absolutely no doubt that he meant what he said when they first met; This place gave him the creeps.

{ @thornbolts }

[unabashedrebel]

“If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” - Maeskia

The rogue side eyed the woman curiously. Sure it was a bad situation. Being stuck on the sea floor with all but magic keeping the crushing waves at bay. Worse so that a battalion of Naga forces barreled forward to Newhome. Just another day, right?

Clasping his hands together and closing his eyes Kirollis would speak aloud in a solemn tone, “Whatever god is listening right now, please let this woman with poor sneaking skills make it through this assault. My conscious just can’t take anymore.”

Taking a step back the rogue would disappear entirely without a word. His statement making far more sense as he did.

{ @maeskia (pssst, ye he didn’t go anywhere feel free to reply)}

[unabashedrebel]

📂 : How would you describe your character in two sentences? 🧣 : Is there a fashion style you think your character would be good in, but they'd never wear it IC?

Kirollis:

Local edgy bitch mellows out after discovering the importance of hydration. Finds will to live.

Korrinth:

Wandering thot still upset over poor life choices. Only coping with more poor life choices to distract herself from the other messes.

Soriya:

Literal ray of sunshine only befriends hardened killers. Fails to realize that’s why all of her questionable acquaintances go missing.

[unabashedrebel]

Prison Break- Epilgoue

{An epilogue of this story}

Their journey had only taken a few days to make it from the golden shores of Elwynn to the colder marshes of Menethil. Three days stuck in a confined cabin out of fear of being discovered as stowaways- and worse Stockade escapees of the Horde. Seventy-two hours of a ship that rocked back and forth against the harsh waves of Azeroths ocean.

A seafarers life was something Kirollis was used to. His family had owned a shipping company for centuries, not that he enjoyed the high seas, but he was at least used to the sway of a ship. His companion, however, was not as lucky. The telltale sound of dry heaves only prompted the rogue to slide a metal bucket towards the other bunk before the harrowing sounds of relief soon followed with a metallic tinge into the pale.

“I hate sailing.” Dak’renth, Kirollis former cellmate, had muttered with his head still hovering above the bucket. Lament heavy in his tone as he finally reared his head up to take a breath. The Orc had never looked greener then in that moment.

“I couldn’t tell.” The rogue replied from his longue across one of the small cot. “It’s not why I went and got a bucket or anything.” Kirollis joked at the Orcs expense.

With a grumble, “I was fine with the window.”

“Someone has to clean the side of the ship, you know. And seeing as how we’re not going to exactly make port? I mean…. It’s not like they’re going to make you clean it. Even if they should.”

A grunt marred the warriors disposition before he swiftly changed the subject, “How exactly are we going to get passed the docks guard, anyways? You never told me.” Dak asked in that stern curious tone that the Sin’dorei was soon becoming accustomed to. “Surely Stormwind has sent word.” He reasoned.

With a flip of the page complete with an unconcerned expression in regards to the Orcs logic Kirollis replied, “Welp. We’re going to steal a lifeboat. Should be easy enough, I go start a fire on the front of the boat while you ready our getaway near the back. Easy peasy.”

The Orc slowly nodded his head in concession, though offered no further thoughts. It was far from his area of expertise, after all.

Silence soon overtook the small cabin. Kirollis had made good on his word, not a single courier whether it be raven or pigeon had made it aboard the ship to tip off the crew to their presence. He had even scored them use of a more private and personal room after a rowdy game of Hearthstone in the lower decks. It was far easier for him to blend on the ship with a little bit of illusion magic. Those fel tainted hues of his turning cerulean for appearances sake. Nor did many make a fuss about a random Quel’dorei, as luck would have it. Little stopped them from attaining the freedoms they so desperately craved.

“You also never told me why you decided to live in that cell for half a year….” Dak finally broke the quiet that overtook the room.

Kirollis took a sharp inhale as the question was posed. It was a heavier one then he had hoped to admit. But there was little denying the sense of kinship that sharing a cell and fates harbored. Slowly the rogue closed his book before resting it on his chest. A fleeting glance was directed toward the other man, “You really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t have asked, Kirollis.”

A grunt followed, “I thought… maybe I still think I deserved it. I was there at Teldrassil, I was in the city when the siege catapults began raining hell down on those poor souls.” A hand reached up to rub at his face as the screams of Kaldorei quickly flooded his inner monologue.

“Teldrassil was a tragedy.” The Orc admitted with hesitant, if measured, words. “I don’t think anyone felt good about walking away from it.”

“No. Probably not. We went and invaded their home and tore it down for what? A war that nobody but the people in charge want? For whatever drama they’ve been salty about for the last few decades?” Frustration was abundant in the Sin’doreis tone. With a tired sigh Kirollis went on to admit, “I can still hear them scream when I lay down….”

“War never ceases. It was true on my world, and it is true here too. We’re creatures who crave conflict, but Teldrassil… there was no honor in that. No glory.” Dak agreed with Kirollis in the only way he understood. “But you are not responsible for the actions of another, even if you blindly followed their orders. That isn’t on you.”

“Isn’t it?” Kirollis posed without the expectation of an answer.

A gruff grunt rumbled from the Orcs throat. Taking a moment to process the offered information Dak inquired further, “And what made you decide to rejoin the world? Surely it wasn’t prison life.”

The rogue paused another moment. Opting to push himself up from the cot he rested on, shifting his legs to sit at the edge of the bed. Looking towards the floor Kirollis admitted in a genuine tone, “My kid.”

“A man like you has a child?”

A soft chuckle escaped Kirollis’ lips, “I know, it surprises me too.”

“What’s their name?” Dak asked curiously.

“Her names Soriya.” Kirollis stated, just the mere mention of her name brining a hollow smile to his tired features. “I just…” His gaze shifted to the wooden planks that made up the floor. “I was scared.”

“You don’t seem the type to scare easily, Kirollis.”

“I’m not. But being a parent? A role model? There’s nothing more terrifying to me.” He confessed with a self depreciating chuckle. “I was scared that she wouldn’t look at me the same. Like I was some kind of hero who could do no wrong, who always fought for what was right. I was scared she was just going to see me for what I am; another flawed dude just trying to survive on this fucked up world.” Perhaps the most honest words that had left his mouth through their entire exchange.

A few nods of consideration was offered from the Orc as he mulled over that telling statement. “At one point or another all children realize their parents aren’t the perfect beings they appear to be growing up. We all make mistakes, we all have shortcomings. She will understand.” Dak stated confidently.

The words were oddly comforting to the conflicted rogue. Reaching a hand up to his face a pointer finger would subtly clear the accumulating waterworks that threatened to break his tough facade. “I hope you’re right, because honestly? The only reason we’re here is because I couldn’t stand just leaving it like that. Just becoming some obscure memory of another person who left her. She deserves better then to have her dad wallowing in self pity in some cell.”

“Then give her better.” Dak encouraged.

A confirming nod was given as Kirollis cast an appreciative smile in the Orcs direction. “You sound like you have experience with the whole offspring thing.”

“I had a son once. A long, long, time ago.”

“What happened to him?”

“He died a warrior's death.” Dak stated in a firm yet proud tone. “He was on the cusp of adulthood when the original Horde came through the Dark Portal. I wanted him to fight alongside me in the strange new lands. It… I think about it sometimes. I wonder if he would still be here if I hadn’t pushed him to war.”

Kirollis’ ears drooped at his friends concession. Certainly he didn’t take the Orc as a family man prior to this particular conversation. But the loss of a child was something he was no stranger to. Rising from his seated position, the rogue closed the short gap between the two as he rested a hand against the Orcs shoulder. “I think about that sort of thing too often. The truth is? We can go over everything we could have done differently. It doesn’t change the past. It’ll never change the past. Sometimes… even the things that hurt us most make us who we’re supposed to become.” A line his daughter once told him.

A slow nod came from the Orc, “Easier said then done but… I appreciate your sentiment.”

Kirollis’ patted the Orcs shoulder, “Good. Well, now that we got our feelings out of the way- what’cha say we get the hell out of here?”

[unabashedrebel]

“What’s in that bag and why are you hiding it here?”

“A knife!” Kirollis said before running off like a child. Undoubtedly to murder some poor person.

{Yeah i’m sorry I know you asked for a starter @nixalegos but I just had to meme.....}

[unabashedrebel]

♥

(Guys.... I know he’s sexy but damn. How many times are we gonna make poor Kirollis question his sexuality?)

A small shift and light brush of a shin against his own was all it took to stir Kirollis from sleep. A wide smile sat on his face as he felt a warm body against his own. And for the briefest of moments, he forgot the very tragedy that had defined him.

“Morning Nel.” He said before shifting over to drape his arm around the Dardillien.

While the physique certainly seemed off, Kirollis was still fighting off the pangs of sleep. It wasn’t until he scooted closer to plant a kiss on the top of the others head, noting this was no blonde he quickly pulled away.

“Y-y...” Haunting memories entered his mind as if someone had opened up the flood gates to them. Swiftly he kicked his legs off the side of the bed to sit. Propping his hands on his knees before burying his face.

It didn’t matter who it was, or why they were there. Nothing would replace the immense sense of loss he felt in that moment.

{Thanks @dardillien-ward !}