#the cliffs of wyrmrest

[jugsjules]

Cerius Anothereden is too deeply relatable to me

He sits there going “mayhap now is the time to have an emotion? nahhhh, fuck that.”

And when his companions go “Hey bud? Do you think it’s healthy to purposefully suppress every single emotional response you have? It seems unpleasant!!” he goes “Correct on both counts. I’m doing it anyway. :)”

Everyone else has a deep reason to fuck off to Uninhabited Dragon Island and he’s just there to have Stoic Man Disease and be pretty in peace and ain’t that just the fuckin dream!!!!! Daddy Issues?? Never heard of those shut the fuck up!!!!!

[stranglethorn-bonfire-bash]

Let’s kick off the season with an exciting announcement: the Bonfire Bash is back on Wyrmrest Accord-US for its fourth year!

Sparks will be flying at this summer’s beach bonanza. Whether you find yourself chilling with your companions or caught up in the competition, this sizzling soiree is bound to entertain and delight!

Day 1: Friday, July 26th 4:00 PM server time

☀️ Hope you’re not afraid of heights: the jumping cliffs of Stranglethorn aren’t for the faint of heart! 🐠 Bassball’s back with thrilling action and lucrative prizes! An RP-PvP throwdown for all levels of skill 🐚 New team-based contests: egg toss challenge and three-legged race

Day 2: Saturday, July 27th 4:00 PM server time

🍉 Take a crack at our Melonbane tournament and see if you’ve got the thighs to claim the title for the year 🌊 He’thraze returns with a twist! Can you best Obasi’s waves for a chance at glory and fabulous rewards? Hosted by Zun’alin! ⚓️ Take a deep breath and dive into the lagoon for treasure hunting 🥇 Our competition ends with a blowout game of tug-of-war to decide which team will take the fame – and which one takes the fall

News for 2019: we’re turning up the heat! Pick a team, choose your look, and stay tuned for more information on STVBB’s first Art Fight at the start of June!

Our exact locations for the two days of festivities are below the cut. As usual, be sure to use the #STVBB tag to share your writing and art. Stay cool, bashgoers!

Day 1:

Day 2:

[rimeforge]

                                                                                                         [ art by McJay ]

THE BASICS ––– –

Full Name: Uriel’thos Frostveil

Age: Adult. Around 1,000.

Race: Sin'dorei

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship Status: Engaged

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Faceclaim: Stephen James

Voiceclaim: Jacob Anderson

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –

Hair: Pale, frosty blue. Usually worn in a lazy foxtail.

Eyes: Lichfire.

Height: 5′5″

Build: Athletic.

Distinguishing Marks: A myriad of scars across his body, most notably on his face. Full extent of his scars can be seen here.

Common Accessories: Always wears a pendant in the shape of a sunflower around his neck. Most frequently it’s tucked under his armor. He’s very protective of it.

PERSONAL ––– –

Profession: Professional idiot, Professional Cliff Diver, Part time engineer/cook, dabbles occasionally in blacksmithing.

Hobbies: pampering his cats, travelling

Residence: Currently lives with his fiance in Hillsbrad Foothills.

Birthplace: Fairbreeze Village, Quel’thalas.

Religion: Worships the Light though at this point it’s a very feeble belief.

Fears: Losing himself or his fiance

RELATIONSHIPS ––– -

Spouse: Salendon Lightfury

Children: —

Parents: So’theas Wildstar (Deceased), Telianna Wildstar (Alive)

Siblings: Rhovan Wildstar (Brother, deceased), Haeli Wildstar (Sister, deceased)

Other Relatives: Veia Wildstar (Niece, deceased),

Pets: Geisha (Wintersaber Cub), Ellemayne (Siamese)

Mounts: Eche’ro, Terrogloom (Winged Ebon Blade Gryphon), Malory (Jeweled Onyx Panther)

TRAITS ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ––– –

Smoking Habit: Never.

Drugs: Never.

Alcohol: Semi-regular.

RP HOOKS ––– –

Knights of the Ebon Blade :: Other death knights have likely seen him around Acherus or have run into him on occasion throughout any of the death knight campaigns.

Farstriders :: May have known him before the fall of silvermoon/his death if they were active within the Farstriders. As well as his involvement with Halduron.

Champions of Azeroth :: Along with other heroes and adventurers of Azeroth, he helps play a role in the main storyline. Your character may have either glanced him once or twice on their own adventures or have straight up run into him.

I thought you said weast :: Not being particularly adept with directions, Uriel’s got a knack for getting himself lost. Chances are, he might accidentally stumble upon your character as he tries, in vain, to find the right path to where he needs to be. Or vice versa.

Hire Him :: While he doesn’t necessarily consider himself a mercenary or anything like that, Uriel will pick up an odd job or two here and there that requires a bit of muscle.

CONTACT INFORMATION  ––– –

Tumblr, Discord, or ingame. Find him as Urielthos on Wyrmrest Accord. Feel free to ask for my b.net or discord.

[zhrianaa]

Nature Aesthetics - Zhrianaa

Repost, don’t reblog!

BOLD everything that applies to your character:

fluffy white nimbus clouds || dark grey cumulonimbus clouds || rain clouds || a hurricane || light spring breeze || a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise || hazy yellow skies || deep blue ponds of fresh water || blankets of sparkling snow || tornado winds || monsoon flooding || rich, orange sunsets || soft, purple clouds at dusk || heavy hail || the rumbling of thunder || a meandering river || a lightning-blasted tree || a field of wildflowers

icy sleet || gentle snowfall || moss-dusted tree bark || pink sunset clouds || grey winter skies || navy blue skies in the daytime || cool mist in the morning || leaf-bare trees || giant ocean waves || the full moon || a cracked, dry desert || rolling hills of prairie grass || sweeping waves of briny seawater || rocky, steep ravines || rippling canyon walls || spindly cave stalactites || creeping green ivy || lush canopies of leafy trees || a peaceful creek of clear water

flowering cacti dusted with dew || a bubbling hot pool of volcanic sulfur || sharp gray mountainsides || fossils nestled in chunks of rock || a white sand beach || deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt || soft, squishy moss || uniform rows of birch trees in winter || delicate mushrooms popping up from beneath the decay on the forest floor || tumbleweeds blowing in the faintest wind across the desert landscape || light rain || dense, white fog

summer wildfires || a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm || silent lightning in the static of summer heat || a windy blizzard || thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky || a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field || a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes || a pure blue sky || a river of molten rock || a grove of flowering trees || twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground || new leaves in spring

bitter, cold winds || tumultuous skies of stormy clouds || branches of lightning ripping across the sky || a foggy swamp || the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range || sandy brown cliff sides || rocky coastlines || the violent shaking of an earthquake || the mysterious sound of ethereal  trumpets in the sky || the lights of the aurora borealis and australis || an aristocrat’s manicured garden || the scent left after the rain has fallen

a black sand beach || a lone tropical island in a reef of shallow, aqua waters || underwater volcanic vents || a herd of migrating mammals || tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit || light streaming down through the clouds || a field of lush grain waving peacefully in the summer breeze || the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night || natural diamonds nestled in coarse desert sands || a frozen lake ||  golden and red autumn leaves Tagged by: @eye-of-kuu Tagging: @vasdensoultreader @scarletlioness @lumealblackstrider @sassyfireexpertthing @kavtari @aly-g-on-wyrmrest (any toon you want) @belillinafireseeker

[korivalthedarkone]

Tall Tails, A Wyrmrest Accord Story Telling Event Once A Month

This is my own story contribution for July’s story telling, hosted by our guild <Earthspear Clan> H, WrA.

My name is Grekina Wolfgrin of the Frostwolf Clan and I come from a distant world called Draenor. Some here may have heard of it, others have not, but it is my home; once of life giving bountiful lands, harsh terrain and many a foe that will bring you down without hesitation.

There have been countless events that unfold on my home that greater shaman and wise folk than myself have the ability to tell those stories better. I have watched, observed and listened these past moons to those in the Earthspear Clan and have decided to speak of a more personal story.

Every young orc within my clan, upon reaching a certain age goes through a trial of surviving in the frozen wilderness of Frostfire with only their wolf companion if they have managed to befriend one, for one week. It shows that they are able to care for themselves, to hunt for themselves, care for injuries and come back a valued member of the clan.

*The large shaggy black wolf lets out a long howl nearby.*

This particular hunt occured around two years before the arrival of the Horde to Draenor, and a harsh winter was just starting to show signs of turning into spring. Orcs and wolves were hungry, predators beyond our tents were starving and many clefthoof remained beneath mounds of snow having frozen to death, and unable to be reached to carve up and eat. All able bodied orcs were required to try and hunt up anything they could bring home, or test the hostile frozen seas for fatty whales or fish.

I have watched and traveled in hunting parties with my elders, so I knew what to do, but it is a different hunt altogether your first time alone... almost alone. I had Vasha with me and she too was learning to hunt from her pack mates, and we had to cooperate with each other.

We found a herd of mountain goats below a stretch of iced over cliffs, their feet unable to gain purchase, and followed them for a day and a half, eating what rations that could be spared. Even if they could not climb up the cliffs and stay safe, they did not make the stalking any easier for us as they went up steep slopes and down ravines. Eventually we had to find shelter and hope that they would not roam farther in the deadly cold night, made a fire and fell asleep amongst the furs I brought. As the sun rose the next morning, we exited our small cave shelter to find that we were not the only ones that had been stalking those large mountain goats.

Soaring the freezing starry skies above as dawn lit the land were Frostwing: large whip-lean leathery winged beasts adorned with two savage horned heads and poisonous barbed tails, quite able to breath out bursts of frost or fire if legends are true.

From the frosty blue skies they dove down, down and lastly they screamed such a scream that made your bones quiver.

*Grekina imitates claws and wings lashing forth, a snarling face and an immitation of such a terrible scream!*

The prey stood no chance as the ravine filled with steam and bitter biting frost. Our chances of a successfull hunt had just gone down the slavering gullets of starving Frostwing, and a dull hunt ahead for a search for prey.

It was not over quite yet for me and Vasha however, for a deep bellow reverberated amongst the high peaks and shook within the ravine, causing every single Frostwing to take to the skies in panick. What could have caused such a reaction in beasts starving for food to leave their kill?

A bigger Frostwing. A matriarch of their breed, hungering to sustain another clutch of eggs within her belly. With a loud hiss, one head spotted me and my companion Vasha as the other tore at half a carcass, then clambered out of the ravine to go after living prey. The roles have been reversed and my time upon Draenor would be short if things didn't go well.

With blood roaring in my ears, I grabbed at a length of rope on the saddle and ran for a line of trees that were at the top of the ravine away from the Matriarch, a plan forming. Vasha snarled and dashed through the snows to harass the beast, distracting it and for the moment keeping it from following me. Diving below the line of brittle branches, I secured the rope snuggly around several withered old trunks and prayed to the ancestor spirits that it would hold. Another knott went into the other end to form a loop for I would have to snare the beast if I had any chances of killing it and living another day.

Cold seeped into my bones like icy claws as the Matriarch screached in fury, her scaley tail crashing into my limited cover! I jumped out and away, rolling through the slushy snow and back to my feet with rope in hand, she was right on top of me! Sharp golden and green eyes from each head narrowed as they lowered towards me, snarling, dribling spittle and frosty essense clouding the air with massive leathery wings looming about to either side blocking off the sun...

With a lunge, I tossed the rope around the horns of one head and drove myself into the ground beneath her belly just avoiding the snapping of terrible death-bringing jaws. She reared up and the rope snapped tight around her ram horns of one head letting the other whip around in surprise, frustration and letting out another roar. All the while I scrambled through slush, rock and bramble to not be stepped on. I was safe from one head, and possibly a venomous stinger but I was stuck. "Vasha!" I called out loudly, and with a bit of fear I admit, for this was more than one single orc could handle.

My wolf ran and lunged at the great beast, sinking her jaws into the neck of the second unrestrained head and hung on while the beast lashed around! The wind whistled sharply as the stinger arched forward again and again to try and strike at her! It was painful to watch, but during the thrashings my hunting spear had been dislodged from the saddle and was resting as a black sliver in the snow several lengths away.

Dodging claws and trampling feet and battering wings, I ran out from underneath the Matriarch and sprinted for my spear. Snatching it up, I turned about and froze in fear as clouds of frost oozing from those nightmare jaws sparked, crackled and erupted into blindingly hot flames! Still brave Vasha hung on to her prey's throat, clawing at fur and scale alike. The other head was violently tugging against the rope coiled around the trees and they were nearly uprooted. Running back to the beast, I jumped and slid under its belly once again but this time, one of the heads spotted me!

Its great muscled chest rose up and then dropped down on me trying to crush me to death. It certainly hurt and winded me but did not kill. My spear, however was broken in half! Turns out it was not that much of a problem for now I had two spears and I pitted the ends into rocky cracks and again prayed to my ancestors that we may survive this day. Again, that muscled chest slammed down upon me and my spears pierced hide and scale into the beast. She screamed and thrashed upon the ground in pain while I was trapped beneath getting battered and slashed by claws. Darkness came over me as the beast collapsed ontop of me and I had not the strength to try and pull myself out from it. The noises from outside were muffled as hot blood surrounded me and faintly... faintly... I could hear the thudding heartbeats slow and then stop. With a rattling sigh, the Matriarch was dead but she may have still taken me with her.

I know not how much time passed, but when I woke from that fearful blackness, I was back in the comforting sight of a shaman's hut with a crackling fire and furs draped over me. Vasha, although burned, had ran back to the Clan by herself injured and brought a team of hunters back to where I lay trapped. They freed my limp form and brought me back as they dealt with skinning and butchering the beast I had killed to feed the village. Admittedly, it was not a week of survival in the harsh wilderness, but survive I did. My armor is made from the hide of the Matriarch, thick, warm and holding magical properties of resistance that the beast itself held. It's mighty fangs I have made into my trusty, durable daggers. I had other trophies of my kill those many seasons ago, but I did not have the time nor chance to bring them with me as we were fleeing from the tyranny of the Light Blessed, and our shocking arrival into Orgrimmar.

[rimeforge]

The Basics ––– –

Full Name: Uriel’thos Frostveil

Age: Adult. Around 1,000.

Race: Sin'dorei

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Faceclaim: Stephen James

Voiceclaim: Jacob Anderson

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Pale, frosty blue. Usually worn in a lazy foxtail.

Eyes: Lichfire.

Height: 5′5″

Build: Athletic.

Distinguishing Marks: A myriad of scars across his body, most notably on his face.

Common Accessories: Carries around a small leather pouch around his neck with a name enchanted into it.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Professional idiot, Professional Cliff Diver, Part time engineer/cook, dabbles occasionally in blacksmithing.

Hobbies: pampering his cats, travelling.

Residence: Temporary residence in Dazar’alor, has recently taken up his old quarters in Acherus when not in Zandalar.

Birthplace: Fairbreeze Village, Quel’thalas.

Religion: Worships the Light though at this point it’s a very feeble belief.

Fears: At this point, the only thing he’s really afraid of is losing himself.

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: —

Children: —

Parents: Father is deceased. Mother is still alive, in Fairbreeze, but doesn’t make contact with her very often.

Siblings: Both deceased.

Other Relatives: —-

Pets: Geisha (Wintersaber Cub), Ellemayne (Siamese)

Mounts: Eche’ro, Terrogloom (Winged Ebon Blade Gryphon)

Traits ––– -

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Never.

Drugs: Never.

Alcohol: Semi-regular.

RP Hooks ––– –

Knights of the Ebon Blade :: Other death knights have likely seen him around Acherus or have run into him on occasion throughout any of the death knight campaigns.

Farstriders :: May have known him before the fall of silvermoon/his death if they were active within the Farstriders. As well as his involvement with Halduron.

Champions of Azeroth :: Along with other heroes and adventurers of Azeroth, he helps play a role in the main storyline. Your character may have either glanced him once or twice on their own adventures.

I thought you said weast :: Not being particularly adept with directions, Uriel’s got a knack for getting himself lost. Chances are, he might accidentally stumble upon your character as he tries, in vain, to find the right path to where he needs to be. Or vice versa.

Contact Information  ––– –

Tumblr, Discord, or ingame. Find him as Urielthos on Wyrmrest Accord. Feel free to ask for my b.net or discord.