#wymrest accord

[suddenlybear]

blizzard didnt fucking wanna make a sleeping gryphon animation so they just made them family guy death pose omg

[lowkey-tunes]

Illusion of Purity - Myndflame

[blackbirdbrewery]

A Sad Goodbye

Hey there, everyone. Blackbirdbrewery has been closed for some years now, and unfortunately I am coming with upsetting news that has rocked us. But for those who may have made friends in our space and may see this, I feel like I should let everyone know what has happened. Our GM, Levyn, who was a staple of Wymrest Accord's roleplay scene for many years, passed away on November 4th. We are still in shock from the news and trying to figure out how this is is even real. Levyn was amazing. He was a staunch member and defender of the LGBTQ+ community, an advocate, an actor, a singer, a writer, and a supporting friend. We are deeply wounded by this sudden loss. If you made friends in our space, or even just had a good time, please keep your friends close and cherish the good times. Erik (Levyn) will not be forgotten and we will all keep moving forward in his honor, no matter how hard things become.

[art-of-marn]

[lunetous]

(Incredible Oberon art by: https://instagram.com/sooda.can?igshid=yz24yq1cbccn )

[keyniestus]

Wayfarer’s Rest is Now Hiring! 

We are looking for barkeeps, cooks, and security! Send postage to Keyniestus, or simply wander into Wayfarer’s Rest in Silvermoon City to inquire about setting up an interview. All races of the Horde are welcome to apply!

<Wayfarers Wanderers> is an RP guild on WRA that runs the Wayfarer’s Rest in Silvermoon City. We try to run the bar generally from 6pm-2am server time. We are LGBTQIA+ friendly, 18+ guild. Contact us in-game or through here!

[outlandidol]

Commission done of Ta'Zaji, the clients Amani Forest Troll. Loved getting to work on some more Warcraft stuff!

[oaken-evenshade]

 Oaken Evenshade surveying the biomes of Azeroth, leaving no leaf unturned.

Big giant thank you to the artist, @ms-mary-macky , who knows how to tell a story through expressions and goes the extra mile with details. Incredible artist!

[bluexepher]

The Muse and the Maker- Xepher & Blue 

I got this picture drawn some years ago by my truly sublime friend Matillion, a POC artist who does phenomenal work across many mediums. Deviantart Link  

I always wanted to post the art here but never did for some reason. In the art, I am having fun teaching my character Xepher, an elf from World of Warcraft, how to play video games. In celebrating Juneteenth and what makes me joyful, this picture represents so many elements of that.  

Writing is a creative outlet and means of escapism for me ever since I was little. I would get so inspired from playing a multitude of video games and then write to my hearts content. Fantasy and Sci-fi continues to have a problem with representation, so I created my own narratives with black women as the protagonist. Roleplaying my characters with others has been such a powerful experience and allowed me to explore so many interesting facets of writing. 

It is my art. It inspires my creativity. It makes me happy.

[minndo]

the basics —

Name: Khadiya Fargaze

Nickname(s): “Minn’do”

Age: Venerable

Race: Kaldorei (Night Elf)

Origin: Eldarath, Azshara

Gender: Female

physical appearance —

Build: Muscular

Height: 7ft5, 229cm

Weight: ~250lbs/113kg

Eye color: Fel green

Hair color: Midnight blue-black

Skin color: Royal purple

traits —

Weapon proficiency:

Glaives, swords, knives, low/medium range fel magic

Unique Abilities:

Khadiya is a doomsayer, whose greatest strength is in determining possible danger areas and places of interest. (It's used for plots or as a saving throw with OOC consent.)

Defining/noticeable characteristics:

* Thalassian amulet. A personal possession that never leaves her.

* Empty eye sockets are occupied by green witchfire and seldom eclipsed by a blindfold.

* Her demonic mutations include tough, leathery skin, twisted horns, elongated fangs and some lesser noticeable traits.

Misc. Quirks: Pressing her palms to her eye sockets as though to alleviate pressure. It isn’t exactly successful, given that she has no eyes. She has a tendency to pick away at her tattoos as though they might bother her.

background —

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Faction: Illidari

Affiliations: Kaldorei Resistance (former), Armies of Legionfall (former), neutral to Horde and Alliance

It was her purpose to drift, to fight what could not be fought. She was battle-worn from it, attire left to sit in the shreds that conflict had left it in, heedless of consequence, sacrifice and injury. Her demon's skin could withstand damage. She was Illidari, fel-touched, horns jutting from her skull.

She walked between raindrops too, drifting between wounded and dead, reaching to touch a hand or forehead. Where she passed, there was light. Pained writhing would still, and blank shock would be replaced with hope. She was Illidari, purpose rising high above judgment of methods.

And because she was Illidari, did something whose name was forgotten stir. Eternal company though it may be, it was no friend. Should that monster be drawn from its prison, there may be no sealing it again.

Trivia — -

Illidari Edrahir insists that he’s married to Khadiya while the Kaldorei refuses to acknowledge it, leading to confusion about her marital status.

The nickname “minn’do” was first used by new Illidari recruits in the Black Temple in reference to her doting of them while they recovered from the Demon Hunter metamorphosis rituals.

@wracentral

[suddenlybear]

is it

[cheesehound]

kind, patient, forgiving, but not helpless

[suramarelf]

all this talk of DK’s of all races had me thinkin....

‘what would eres look like if he was a dk’

[zandaliciious]

[ I finally quit being a lazy ass and got my heritage armor, and I gotta say, it was worth every second.  So, here is my Iz’ko with his direhorn Ikaal, lookin’ sharp as every ~<3]

[lunetous]

Sunday, February 7th

I have felt odd as of late, you would think with making friends and having a job my life here in the city would feel better, but there are times where I am not so sure how true that is. There is of course the physical sides, glares or comments from passers by, or even those that proudly proclaim themselves sin’dorei nationalists and shun me. I do not know where I fit anymore.

I guess that is the rub however, being an old soul in a newer world. There are days where I just feel utterly alone in my experiences. I miss my friends...I wish for the welcome of having a family. I miss feeling more than like something inside was missing. Even work gets heavy and grating. I have not heard from Key in days afterall, and it often feels as though I work the bar all by myself. My body just feels tired...sore as though I walk a mile everyday. I am sure it is just...the depression as it often is, but a break for once would be alright.

Truth be told though, if I knew how to find it, I would have already. Right now it seems to just...sit with me. But perhaps I am letting a bad week weigh on me, there are still small things I am happy for. My granddaughter is seeing a young man named Lorian, they make such a lovely pair afterall. On top of that, it is Lunar Festival as well, though...I find myself missing the company I once had. Memory reminds me that I used to celebrate surrounded by loved ones and friends and yet...no one really invites me much of anywhere anymore. Sometimes I feel ignored and unseen. This week has been no good...I really had hoped for much better. I think I ought to lay down for a long while…

Perhaps then the emptiness and loneliness will cease...

[keyniestus]

A Late Night and Some Intriguing Patrons

Keyniestus rushed through Silvermoon, hurriedly tidying his hair and tucking in his shirt. The sun had already set quite some time ago. He found himself in front of Wayfarer’s, a small crowd already gathered outside. “Oh gods.” 

He dodged his way through the crowd of late night drinkers and into the doorway.  The bar was busier than he usually saw on a Sunday night. He made his way behind the bar, finding an unknown Sin’ dorei serving drinks. He quickly grabbed his tabard from beneath the counter and pulled it over his head. 

“So sorry I’m late!” He looked to the elf. “Haven’t seen you here before.”

The Sin’ dorei gives Key a small nod and smile. “No worries. I just hopped behind the bar to serve drinks. Seemed to be getting quite busy.”

“Oh, yes. Well, many thanks for the help. You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.” Key continues brushing his disheveled hair back.

“Oh, of course. I may stay for a bit to help out.”

Keyniestus gave a small sigh of relief to himself as he looked around the busy bar. “Much appreciated.” He looked around the counter, littered with empty glasses, and began cleaning them up. He then walked down the length of the bar, checking in with the patrons.

---

The bar had died down substantially at this point, only a few tired patrons left at the counter.  Keyniestus pulled a towel out, wiping down the bar, breathing a bit of a sigh of relief after quite a long night.

He tucks the last of the remaining empty glasses into a bin beneath the counter. Upon standing up, he watched an elven woman saunter in, slurring her word as she approached the counter.

“Barkeep! Give me your strongest!” She attempted to give a wink. “And how much for you?”

Keyniestus shook his head as he set down a shot glass, pouring out a vodka shot. “Let me know how that treats you.”

The woman took the shot, almost falling into the counter. “I’d like you to treat me.”

Key smiled, a bit uncomfortably. “Let me know if I can get you anything else.”

He made his way back down to the end of the bar. 

After some time, a heavily armored man made his way into Wayfarer’s, taking up a spot in the corner of the bar. Key made his way over. “Evening. Anything I can get for you?”

The man looked up. “Oh, something strong and savory, if you’ve got it.”

Key nodded. “I think I can do that.” He rummaged around the shelves for a moment and pulled out a bottle of tequila from the back. He set it down on the counter and set a margarita glass down next to it. He mixed the tequila together with some lime juice, red pepper juice, and honey before pouring into the glass. “Let me know what you think of that.” He said as he slid the glass over to the man.

The man removed his helm, revealing a flowing mane of blonde hair before taking the glass. “Absolutely.” He took a sip. “I will be coming to you for more of these, no doubt.” He said with a small smile.

---

As the evening carried on, the Sin’ dorei woman continuing to make advances at Key, then slowly looping the blonde warrior at the end of the bar in as well. Key began engaging the warrior in a conversation filled with much blushing and chuckling. After sometime, the plastered elf stumbled down the bar and took up the stool next to the warrior. “What do you say you and I go upstairs?”

“I...Ummm...I don’t....” The warrior’s face grew red as he looked down at his hands. “I don’t think...I don’t think I am your type.”

Key watched the interaction, furrowing his brow.

“Oh, come on. You can’t know until you try.” She pulled her elbows up on the counter and cradled her face in her hands, blinking with wide eyes at the man.

“I-Umm.” He began nervously playing with the sketchbook in his hands.

Keyniestus sighed heavily and tossed his towel down on the counter, glaring at the woman now.

“Alright. I’ve put up with enough tonight. You’re just bothering other patrons at this point.”

The woman looked over to Key and blinked her eyes innocently. “Me?” She looked over to the warrior. “Am I bothering you?”

The warrior’s face grew an even deeper shade of red. He said nothing, his eyes looking further into his lap.

“I think it’s best you return back down there to your friend.” Keyniestus nodded towards the opposite end of the bar.

The woman scoffed as she got up, steadying herself on the bar, and returned to her seat at the end. She plopped down and looked back to her friend. “Bartender hates me. Probably going to spit in my drinks now.”

Key shakes his head and looks back to the warrior. “I apologize for that.”

The warrior gives a faint smile. “It’s quite alright. Not your fault.”

---

Time passed as Keyniestus and the warrior got more invested in conversation. He was now showing Key his many sketches of landscapes and buildings. 

“A traveller, eh?” Key said, with a smile.

“I am, of sorts. Make my way around.” The warrior blushed.

“What’s your favorite place you’ve been?”

The tauren taking up the security post for the night suddenly approached the bar. “May want to close up early tonight.”

Key looked up, brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

The tauren nodded his head over to the entrance, where a group had gathered, caught up in heated conversation. “Things look like they may get out of hand.”

Keyniestus frowned. He looked to the warrior. “Give me just a moment.” He made his way around the counter and over towards the group.

To be continued...