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  1. Daçiana laughed and slapped Xara on the back. "I knew I always liked you for a reason!" Xara grinned and flagged the bartender down for another round. As she and the orc handed their emptied mugs over the bar, Xara leaned back, exhaling. "Yer doin' a fine job keepin' up with me here. Been awhile since someone gave me a run fer my drink." "You should've seen me before," Daçiana said. "Tahz gave me this green stuff from his home and I didn't realize you were supposed to sip it slowly. Apparently not doing so kills most people. I downed the whole thing, and it was the first thing that even made me feel it after about ten other drinks." "That's so wild, that you ended up like that," Xara said. "Inside the body of a demon hunter, but in charge?" "It's been a long, strange journey," Daçiana agreed. She turned to put her back to the counter, accepting the mug the bartender handed her with a nod. "But after ten millennia, I'm finally free again, and that's all that matters." Xara paused infinitesimally before she said, "Ain't it, though?" and laughed again. "So what are you up ta these days?" "Just running around with Gunheya," Daçiana said. "Doing whatever we want. Sometimes helping solve problems. Mostly because he wants to." "Mostly, huh?" Xara said, taking a sip of her drink. "Sometimes I worry about the fate of Azeroth and all that," Daçiana said, waving her hand, "but most of the time I don't. I just want to live my life, you know?" "Of course," Xara agreed smoothly. "Do you ever run into anyone else and have ta explain things?" "Not really," Daçiana said. She shrugged. "Most of them wouldn't recognize me, I think. Any of my past Heralds would, most likely, the ones who are alive anyway, and probably Jazziks and Naheal, and maybe a couple others, but the others, they're not as attuned as you." She cast her gaze over Xara. "I still want to know about the blue dog." "She's doing her own thing at the moment," Xara said vaguely. "So Gunheya knows the whole story? Or no?" "I'm not lying to him if that's what you're asking," Daçiana said. "I haven't told him my entire life story but he knows the gist of it. He saw me when I was freed and in my true form, before I fell." Xara frowned, rubbing her head. "That whole thing is sort of a haze to me," she admitted. "I guess dyin' and gettin' resurrected will do that to a person. Thanks fer that, by the way," she added, slowly. "Pretty much the literal least I could do at that point," Daçiana said, tossing back her drink. Xara gave the other female a look of wary surprise, but quickly covered it with a chuckle. "And then ya came back from the dead too -- how?" "It's pretty hard to kill a being like me," Daçiana said. "Goldrinn fell in the War of the Ancients too but you still see him running around. Me, I just fell a little harder, was corrupted for awhile. Then they banished me to the twilight realm, and you know what the deal was for awhile after that. Throwing me into the twisting nether though... If I hadn't been so fel-tainted by then, I probably never would have made it back." She reflected for a moment. "This last time, I barely had the energy to reformulate. It'll be a long time till I'm any power to speak of." "Huh," Xara said with a tone of interest. "And then what?" Daçiana cast Xara an amused look. Setting the empty mug down, she turned to face the other woman, leaning forward. Xara straightened, putting a surprised look on her face, but it wasn't enough. "Don't think I can't tell what you're doing," Daçiana said. "There's more than one way to hunt, and you're particularly good at this one, but you're talking to the embodiment of the Hunt, the Prime Predator, the Beast Who Knows No Fear." Deep in her eyes, locked on Xara's, there was a flicker of an amber flame, not even an ember, but the heart of a fire unextinguished nonetheless. Xara remembered the sound of howling. Then, Daçiana leaned back. "But you don't have anything to be worried about. I don't hunt for no reason anymore. I respect the cycle of nature, I believe in balance and life. All right?" The fear and anger Xara had been studiously hiding, in order to interrogate this being and determine how much of a threat she was, came boiling out in a low spoken statement. "You hurt a lot of people, Accalia." "Don't call me that," Daçiana said, irritated. She didn't look back at Xara. "There's nothing I can do about that now, is there? If anyone wants to come take a piece out of my hide for it, they're welcome to try." The words were pointed. "And now you get to just run around and do whatever you want?" Xara put her mug down on the counter with a clonk. "You don't even feel GUILTY?" Daçiana did look at Xara then, a long, level look. "I am what I am," she says. "You either understand that, or don't." Xara sat back, shocked with understanding. "You're not capable of feeling guilty," she said. "Just like you're not capable of feeling fear." Daçiana cocked her head slightly in acknowledgment. "I'm not happy about what I did these past millennia," she said. "But I'm going to live my life now. And I'm no threat to you, or anyone you care about, and certainly not Azeroth. You don't have to pretend to be happy I'm around. You live your life, and I'll live mine. Deal?" "How do I know you won't someday be a threat again?" Xara said. Daçiana shrugged. "Anyone can fall," she said, "Anyone can get corrupted. Doesn't mean everyone should be destroyed just in case. Trust me, no corruption survived the crucible I went through. I'm surprised I survived." "Pardon me if I don't just take your word for it," Xara said with an edge. Daçiana smirked, flashing a fang again. "Good. There's no one else I'd rather have watching me." She rose from the barstool. Taking out a few gold coins from her pocket, she dropped them onto the counter. Xara rose as well, uneasy about not being on her feet when Accalia -- Daçiana -- was on hers. On the floor beside her stool, Lupa continued to watch warily, but no longer held herself ready to pounce. Daçiana glanced down at the cat and grinned, an amused baring of teeth that the cat didn't react to in the slightest. "By the way, call me Dachi," Daçiana said. With a wave over her shoulder, she turned and walked out of the tavern. "Refill, please," Xara said to the bartender, and sat back down. "And keep 'em coming."
  2. "Relax," the orc said. She gave the bartender a nod, who moved away to go help other customers. "I'm not going to hurt you." "Who are you?" Xara said. "What have you done?" The orc glanced around, then set down the mug she was carrying and turned to Xara. She gave a flick of her hand at the door Xara stood in front of. "Let's go outside to talk." Room to maneuver was Xara's friend in combat, and innocent bystanders were not, so Xara nodded warily and withdrew from the tavern. Outside, the city street of Orgrimmar was dirt-packed and solid beneath her feet, reassuring. She kept the orc in sight as she followed. Lupa stayed at Xara's side, gliding smoothly, her gaze also never leaving the orc. "Where's the glowing blue dog?" the orc asked as she came to a stop opposite Xara in the street. Her posture was relaxed. "None of your business," Xara said tersely. "Who are you?" The orc looked at Xara measuringly. Her expression, the way she held her head... She was just so damn familiar, it was like Xara did know her, though she was sure she didn't. There was no analogy for it. "You know who I am." "Show me your hands," Xara demanded. The orc raised her eyebrows, but lifted her hands. Without needing to be asked, she took off both gloves and showed Xara the backs. Both were unmarked. "What the fuck," Xara said again, this time adding, "are you." The orc grinned, almost a smirk, a fang flashing between her lips. She tucked her gloves into her belt and shrugged, folding her arms. "No one important to you anymore. How about that." Xara wasn't normally given to hyperbole, but she felt like she might shoot this orc after all if she didn't get a real answer in the next ten seconds. "Who the fuck are you." The orc sighed. "Daçiana. My name is Daçiana. But you knew me as..." "Accalia," Xara said.
  3. The moment Xara walked into the tavern, the fur on the back of her neck stood up. Danger, said every sense. She paused inside the door, casually, letting her gaze move around the room. Some irrational part of her mind expected to see Sinaku. She hadn't encountered the first Herald of Accalia in more years than she had fingers, but that was what her instincts spoke of first. Her thoughts then ran through a litany of other old foes. Morinth? Karthok? Even Fhenrigo crossed her mind. But none of those old specters haunted this tavern; just a couple faces familiar in a good way, and a few innocuously unfamiliar. One hand had dropped to her stomach, over the faint scar hidden by her armor, the other to the head of the ghost saber whose prowling had stopped at her side. The feline's ears were perked. Xara looked down at Lupa. The cat's glowing blue eyes were focused on one orc in particular. Xara studied the orc in question more closely. She was a brown-skinned orc, one of the Mag'har who had recently joined the Horde in a convoluted manner that Xara hadn't bothered sitting down and making comprehensible. Time travel was involved, that was all she knew. Her hair was golden brown and tied back in a half-ponytail, like Xara's but not as high. She wore mail armor with fur trim and had what looked like punching daggers and a few tools hung at her waist. Her back was to Xara as she chatted with the bartender, but then, as though sensing she was being watched, she glanced back, and her amber-glowing eyes met Xara's. Xara took half a step back, reaching for her bow, then blinked. The orc's eyes were just a light brown, not amber and glowing. But a look of recognition definitely crossed the orc's face, though Xara was certain she'd never seen her before. The orc's attention then moved to the cat at Xara's side, then swept the ground near Xara's feet, as though looking for something else. She's looking for Cyelaena, Xara knew without a doubt. Xara had only a moment to parse the situation with its every conflicting fact and decide how to respond. She was sure she had never seen this orc before, but every instinct screamed at her said that she knew her. Her reflexes said to sic Lupa, grab her bow, and start kiting. Her common sense said you don't shoot people you can't justify doing so. So for that moment, all she did was stand there, her hand halfway raised to her bow, reality clashing with past, pragmatism with experience. Then, in greeting, the orc said, "Hunter." The word was so much more than a polite acknowledgment. It contained all that inexplicable recognition, tinged with amusement and... a hint of rue? "What the fuck," Xara said.
  4. Here's a handy dandy template! (Number of bullet points is just a suggestion)
  5. Sorry for your loss, and for others missing the chance to know him.
  6. New Juli WIP, actually trying to put some effort into the armor this time
  7. "Oh yeah, I know just the guys. Greatwulf." Xara grins, raising her eyebrows. "They're professionals. They have a reputation. And I can speak well of 'em. They got the job done. And then some." She smirks. "What do I mean by that? Well... Gall, their boss, he was willin' ta come help more than I'd originally paid for. Didn't quite work out the way either of us intended, but..." She shrugs, then grins again. "I have a feelin' I'll be seein' him again."
  8. These appear to be the only two good links left in this thread. Someone start a new thread with guides to roleplay basics! I had someone asking for some resources today and need some good ones to point folks to.
  9. Julilee! Looking amused but skeptical. Pose from a reference.
  10. [[ Wish I could have come! Hope I can make the next event you're organizing! ]]
  11. Forgot to put this here: the latest Siané sketch Pose referenced off another pic & background was open source
  12. If you do ever find the option to change to a code view instead of a WYSIWYG editor though, that'd still be great. I like to see the code to fine-tune it, sometimes the WYSIWYG editor is frustrating!
  13. By the way, at some point I not only realized I was wrong (sometimes the numbers don't match up at all), but vaguely remembered that Mortica might have already established this. Disregard! Will continue searching for old threads and updating links as I can.
  14. Man, I really doubt any lobbying is required at this point. It's unlikely not to happen given how low activity is. If they say they're looking at servers to merge, we are assuredly on the list.
  15. Conclusion I hope to have piqued your interest in addons, or, if you’ve already taken on a few, shown you how far you can go with them! As I said, you don’t need addons to excel at the game. But they can make the game more accessible, and some people enjoy UI-building as a pastime once they get into it. Like me! If you need tips or suggestions, please feel free to post here, or ask me in Discord or wherever. I’m always down to help people out and compare notes. You can also show off your UI here, and/or ask for feedback on it! Go for it!