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  1. Full Name: Belamara Stormhazard Nicknames: Bela Age: 24 Race: Goblin/Gnome Gender: Female Hair: Azure Skin: Light green with some pinkish tones and freckles Eyes: Violet with flecks of blue Height: Very short, even by Goblin standards Weight: Very throwable Place of residence: None really but usually returns to Everlook after a while Place of Birth: Booty Bay Known Relatives: Felix Stormhazard, Father Occupation: Scout Group/Guild affiliation: Ravenflight/Sanctuary Likes: Animals, new places, weird doo-dads Favorite Foods: Meat, fruit pies Favorite Drinks: Lo
  2. Cobrak

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    Durotar’s sun was hot as always; the bright afternoon star baking the orange soil beneath it to a degree that to the naked eye it would play tricks in the distance, shaking and distorting the path ahead like running water. A foreign entity to the natural world distorted one such area, barely size enough to fit a man’s shadow. The stillness of the air was ruined by a few hundred echoes of shifting armor and weapons, wheels grinding through the rough dirt of the roads. War cries of all languages erupting in unison amongst the cacophonous din and carried through the winding paths of Drygulc
  3. As the winter's blanket receded, melting into the Telaari Basin, dreaming glories poked their heads from beneath Nagrand's plains. Clefthooves in heat, talbuks rutting, spring had arrived, and the green grasses made their annual pilgrimage up towards the Red World's sun. The winds gusting off the Twisting Nether whistled past the holy mountain of Oshu'gun, carrying the promise of change and renewal over the barrier hills into the hovels and sanctums of Shattrath City. A rogue breeze slipped through one of the portals to Orgrimmar and rattled the parchment of a freshly printed flyer hanging fro
  4. strewn about the streets of Dalaran, of Orgrimmar, of Stormwind and even those of Thunder Bluff to Silvermoon and Darnassus to Ironforge; there comes a wave of fliers that adhere to every wall and alley* *Sponsored by the Borrowed Time company* Come one come all! To further relations between the Horde and Alliance, we are proud to announce a fundraising event that is sure to be worth every copper spent! The Mystery Auction Extravaganza! A one-time event that is sure to have you on the edge of your seats with the sheer suspense of it all! Come buy yourself a date
  5. The drowned morass beyond the ruins of Tideskorn Harbor clamored with the sound of battle. A warband of mortal warriors had descended from the Valarjar post of Valdisdall to cull the Kvaldir which perpetually amassed throughout the fog ridden marsh. They had waded deeply from the cliffs and toward the mire until the tower from whence they had come was lost to sight within the mist. The Kvaldir were not long to emerge. The fighting was brutal and swift with the tide turning in favor of Helya's foul servants. The formation of the warriors had broken, and retreat was sounded. However, not all cou
  6. *** The Mad must've been let loose on a retarded field trip to the Brokenspear Tavern... *** *** ...so Derecho buys her drink and takes it elsewhere to enjoy. *** Shokkra grunts. [Derecho]: Hi dere [Shokkra]: Hey. Shokkra eyes you up and down. [Derecho]: Did ya be thinkin to get drinks for yaself before leavin da bar? [Shokkra]: Nah. Good for now. Drink after I fight. Aaren tilts her head to the side. [Derecho]: Oh ay [Derecho]: WHo ya be fightin? [Shokkra]: Alliance tonight. [Derecho]: Be picturing that bull's head on a few o dem for me, okie dokie?
  7. It's been a bad day. One of the worst I've had in a while. I fumbled everything. I literally fell off the ground. That I'd happened to land amidst a small group of people, one of which I knew, well that turned out not to be all that great either. I ate... of course I ate. Over the last few days, I have not been satisfied until I was near to bursting and then, the pain of it finally drowned out the craving. The all-encompassing need to consume, to chew, to swallow, to fill. Some of the time I had to access to real edible food. Sometimes I was not so lucky. I've eaten pinecones. Tree bark.
  8. The call has been sent out for Tauren of all tribes to gather under the Golden Bull once more, and the message is simple: The Horns of the Shu'halo answer the calls of Thunder Bluff. We safeguard our culture, our way of life, and our lands from any that would threaten them. This includes our place in the Horde and her cities across all of the lands. Breygrah Ragetotem has again taken up the mantle of Chieftain and brothers and sisters young and old are welcome to join us in service to our people. Meet on the Elder Rise in Thunder Bluff in the Great Tent before the bonfire on the 8
  9. until
    Get together and discuss what we are doing. Need some help with something? Have an idea? Bring it to the bonfire before Baine on the High Rise. This is an informal meeting and all of the Horde's peaceful citizens are welcome to attend.
  10. Those appointed Horns of the Shu’halo by Cairne, and now his son Baine, have come and gone over the years, but they have never quite gone away. They have always aimed to preserve the Shu’halo way of life for their own continued prosperity, and for a high quality of life of future generations. If they were not to take on the mantle of preserving their world and way of life, who would pick it up? Breygrah Ragetotem has again lifted the old banner of the Horns, and seeks anyone that hears the call. Whether it be by word of mouth, postings in various major settlements, the draw of nature or t
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    All that hear the call are to gather in Thunder Bluff on the Elder Rise at the eight bell.
  12. "You want me to do what, exactly?" Amadeus Kain tilted his head, looking at Keraph Xalascent for a moment with curiosity. The two were located in the trade district of undercity at a local tavern. It was a crowded location not too far from Infection's former headquarters, and the location Keraph had called for them to meet. Keraph didn't even bother looking at the warlock before responding. "You are to track down the remains of Swerto Ænimus and recall him to duty by any means. With the return of the Legion and the Dark Lady's appointment to warchief we need all the Forsaken warriors
  13. Anejodi, or stickball, is a traditional full contact Shu'halo sport. Anejodi is a shu'halo word meaning "little brother of war" and is a game invented during a dark time in tauren history when tribes still warred on one another. The game taught younglings to work together, to not fear injury in close combat, and improved hand-eye coordination before they were old enough to ride in true battle. Today, the games are still held at least once during the year to solve minor tribal disputes, to bring the community together in friendly competition, and to remember an important part of racial history.
  14. Lomani stands beneath the larger of two pine trees at the game grounds, grateful for their cooling shadows. She looks around. The stack of sticks she has made is on the ground, ready to be passed out. Lomani herself would be using the one made by a shy elf she'd met in the Brokenspear tavern. She wonders idly if she had managed to help the socially terrified man at all. She hopes so. Out in the sunshine following his nose, her kodo ambles without care. His saddle is loosened, and he has not a thing to worry about. Unlike her. As usual, Lomani feels a fluttering within the pit of her stoma
  15. ((First, I wasn't sure whether this should be in Nether Legends or the Journals since it's not in point of view for ANY of my actively played characters. However, seeing that how this one will be just a notes by a Scourge head researcher, I will place it in the Journals. As the title suggests, this is Part 1 of Samiel's RP and I've done my best to keep things according to lore while adding on my stories. Inspiration credit goes to the Necrons of Warhammer 40,000 universe.)) In the spoils of war, you see a notebook. While the soldiers seem uninterested in it, you decided to take a look at it,