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3squirrels:

dalehan:

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Anyone think that Kargath looks very similar to nathan explosion?



REAL COFFEE?! FROM THE PLAINS OF NAGRAND?!
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wow-images:

For the guy comparing Bladefist to Nathan Explosion.
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This… was not our destiny.

Times change.

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loraclespeaks:

you just don’t understand Maraad

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silverruby:

Even though I haven’t touched drawing belfs or any wow things for a while; this idea particularly resonated with me. I kind of want to draw something akin to the Expendables merc loadout.

I need volunteers of 4 to 6 wow characters (doesn’t have to be a Belf. Both factions OK.) to join…


At first glance, Genjou seems like he doesn’t belong with a hard-bitten, hard-riding mercenary group.  His finely tailored suits and delicate features seem more suited to the country club than to the clubhouse.  He is born to wealth and nobility, and makes sure that everyone around him is aware of that fact.

But his money is what got the group started, and continues to keep them  running during contract dry spells.  When asked by a member, “What good are you if you never pick up a gun,” Genjou sniffed, “I let my money do my fighting.”  Even so, he knows he plays in a dangerous world, and never goes anywhere without his derringer, with which he is a well-practiced shot.

Many members of the group find him off-putting, but most of them recognize his necessity.  And while he may hint to those outside of the group that he runs or even owns the Mercenary team, the fact is that his agreement with Firanul requires him to maintain a strictly hands-off approach to leadership.  “You put your money in, you get more money out.  That’s the deal.”

Genjou is intensely private about his personal life, but he makes sure to drop hints implying that he is a highly-sought-after bachelor and ladies man.  The truth, however, is that the young Blood Elf has a tendency to pine after women who are uninterested in him… and to lose interest if they return his interest in any way. 

He has a distant relationship with his parents, neither of whom approve of his using his trust fund to fund a group of, as they put it, “filthy gunrunners.”  His older sister, however, finds the entire enterprise amusing, and has often hinted that she has considered founding her own Mercenary Group just to compete with his for contracts.

Height: 6’1”
Build: Tall, slender
Class: Destruction Warlock
Personality in 3 words: Arrogant, Condescending, Ambitious

Dresses in three-piece, pinstripe suits.  Pocket watch, pocket kerchief… the whole nine yards.  Long, dark hair and a neatly trimmed goatee make him appear less like a nobleman and more like a professional gambler.

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easorian:

Her meaty warrior fists are just not meant for delicate use.

I imagine the shaky first noob steps into gathering professions are embarrassing to characters. Some… more than others.

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easorian:

Portrait commission of Maclen for orcfucker! 2 cute need 2 hug his worries away

easorian:

Portrait commission of Maclen for orcfucker! 2 cute need 2 hug his worries away

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easorian:

Tauren monk commission. Pretty sure that expression says “crane kick inc.”

easorian:

Tauren monk commission. Pretty sure that expression says “crane kick inc.”

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kiango:

azurewhelp:

Hush, Tyrande" Malfurion forced the words out, trying to converse with his brother, as the Well of Eternity frothed and raged around them, demons raining from both the ground and sky.

The words hung there, strangely. The druid became almost immediately aware of the cacophony falling away so that it was a stifling quietness. Illidan did nothing but stand there, as if the conversation would crash against him, waves on impassive rocks.

The demons that poured forth began to slow and halt in position, clockwork toys running out of steam. Time was a morass and he knew in his deepest core that only he could feel it. 

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