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Birthday Surprises

The bat bound Illidari woke at his usual time, just when the last bit of sun was sinking below the horizon, bathing the world in a cast of color. Not that he could see it. He wished he could, as it had been described to him many times, but it wasn’t something he tended to dwell on. No use. Things just were. Much like today… It was his birthday and nothing was going to change that. Long, painted claws dug their way into his hair, scratching at his scalp as he yawned, and stretched his wings with a small trill of noise. Today would be just like any other day and… Well… He’d just gotten used to that.

Jinx dropped to the bed with a very lazy ‘whump’ of sound after he noticed a significant lack of a certain, massive partner, and he huffed softly. Where could River have gone? Irritation welled inside of him as he lay there with his arms crossed, completely ready to storm his way through the Hold to find the other male. Kore knew the anxiety that was now attached whenever he left Jinx’s line of sight and yet… Here was the Baby Bat without his usual roost. Unacceptable.

He rolled, snagging up some big shirt with the back cut open for his wings, and started to stomp his way toward the door when he paused. Was that… sweets? Ears flicked in a rapid jingle and his head turned in various directions before he located the source of the scent. Cake? When did he get ca–… What was all this?

Painted claws reached to touch a massive cabinet that was definitely not there when he went to bed and the doors were swiftly pulled open to reveal the shelving. Considering the size, it didn’t take long for the bat to realize it’s purpose, and a hand flew to his mouth with a delighted squeak just before he went tearing around the room to find discarded shoes. Everything fit perfectly! His hands were pressed over his heart as he gazed at the lovely display his shoes now rested in before his attention shifted to the other things that sat on his dresser.

Another box? Two boxes. He opened the doors on the smaller box and let his fingers roam the various empty spaces with a pinched brow before the realization it him. Oh! A brilliant smile lit his face and he cooed, attention quickly shifting to the remaining things that were left. Curiosity demanded the gifts be opened with as much delight as possible and he was not disappointed. New make-up in his favorite colors, absolutely packed with glitter, and the added effect of a slight magical embodiment that allowed him to really ‘see’ the intended shade. Caythaes must have gotten this, there was no question, and Jinx made a mental note to smother his best friend in the world with so much affection for this. He adored Kore’s attempted interest in his desire to be pretty, but the poor guy just didn’t really… get it. That was fine, though. He loved him all the same.

The next box was opened and it about brought him to tears as his fingers touched the familiar, if less worn out, cordage on the boots. A replacement pair for the one he lost. He sniffled a bit, now realizing what Kore, and Caythaes, had been up to on Monday. He bit his lip, picked up the cake, and made his way down the row of doors to where he knew the larger male must be hiding. This was too important to be bothered by putting on his face. He didn’t even knock, simply letting himself in, and held the treat aloft in one hand, hip cocked as he also held up the fork that had been left.

“Uhm, excuse me, sir. I have been thoroughly surprised and brought to tears. I also have cake. I can only imagine it is because it is my birthday. As such, I think it’s your job to feed this to me, hm? Because… You know… I love you.” (( super late response to this, but I needed to do it right )) Mentions -  @mekandawn​ @koreriverwood​

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The Surprise.

There were not many times in his life that Korellan could be truly sneaky, not anymore. Not when you towered over everyone by a least a foot and had enough… noticeable traits for most to take a second look. But as he rolled over, careful not wake the sleeping bat hanging above him, Kore silently congratulated himself for a job well done. The giant gently closed his door, making his way through the Hold down to the old cells. Thankfully his bat slept like the dead during the day. Jari’s Birthday was approaching and Kore wasn’t exactly sure what to buy his little bat for it. In the years they spent in the Temple, celebrations were nonexistent. That had been for other souls not fighting on desolate wastelands. Their years in the Temple had been hard, especially on the flamboyant bat who never quite had been accepted by his peers. It’s true Jari may not have been much of a soldier but what he did give them was something far more valuable to those that were, they just… didn’t see it at the time. But the war was over, they could start building something new, have lives where they were more than tools and Kore wanted to give that to Jari. Ajarik deserved to be celebrated. Most  of the old cells had been converted into storage, but one held months of secretive work and craftsmanship. During the day while Jari slept Kore would work down at the docks in exchange for materials, namely good wood. He’d taken a few days off to start his little project, born of listening to the bat tsk and sigh in the gloaming hours.

The Centurion turned dockworker had left his work under a tarp behind some broken crates and refuse that had been shoved in there for the meantime. He let his claws reach out, feeling for the knee-busting non-magical clutter that he was blind to and worked his way back. Breathing a sigh of relief his hands found the tarp and his work still safe under it. Not much Kore could do in this life, with this body, but he found he could still work wood. Some parts where harder than others, but he found if he ran his hands over something enough he could get a good sense of it. His father’s endless repeated lessons on technique and trade apparently had sunk into his thick skull. Kore ran his hands along the larger project, the cabinet nearly as tall as he was when it was finished. Each shelf set inside tiled just a few degrees with a wooden dowel set across the face, to keep the items that would placed inside from slipping. He’d made it so tall because he knew the bat’s predilection of collecting heels. HOPEFULLY this cabinet would be big enough to house the current mass of sets that littered the bat’s room. Well one good thing his transformation was for…manual labor. Lifting the wooden case he shimmied and edged his way out of the maze before hoisting it over a shoulder with a grunt of effort. He took it up first, stopping to rest occasionally when his injuries protested. He’d been in Ajarik’s room enough times to know of the various pitfalls and hazards, like kicked off shoes usually to the left of- He still stumbled, catching himself on a patch of wall that thankfully only had a low dresser up against it. Well that was close… His hand brushed the empty space and his head tilted. Hmm, maybe that would be a good place for his second gift. The smaller had been tucked right along with the shoe rack, more intricate with carefully planned compartments and drawers, the make up holder was a true labor of love. Several prototypes ended up in the burn pile as he had experimented on what would and wouldn’t work, keeping in mind the bat-bound’s usual sight. Maybe he could hang it here….. But setting up the pieces was not the end. Time was relative to Kore but he knew damn well if he didn’t jump the portal before midday he’d never make it back to the Island to finish before Jari woke. Fancy Cakes, was perhaps the most nerve wracking and easiest part of the experience. It didn’t help he’d smacked a horn right into the door frame, making quite the first impression. But the woman who worked the counter was infinitely patient while he described what he needed. She even offered suggestion on pairing that did and did not work well, adding a few bits that she assured would go over well. A layered cake filled with fresh fruit compote. A simple icing of light buttercream topped with chocolate and artfully arranged assortment of fruits and berries. The woman even added in a few raspberry macaroons, whatever those were, and edible candied flowers. Kore had been so thankful for the care and patience he’d tipped her well enough to probably buy another. Remembering to duck on the way OUT, lest he risk a cake disaster Kore quickly made his way back to the Arcane Chamber where the Magister’s worked. Good thing about his size, most just got out of his way, and a show of his fangs with the word ‘Please’ got him a direct ticket to Tol Barad thanks to a kind, if nervous mageling. That left one more thing after he carefully set the cake box in the room. The most important, and the one he needed the most help with. Cay was supposed to get another pair of Jari’s favorite shoes, the others being unfortunately sacrificed down the gullet of a Felstalker, and the thing most distressing the bat since. Jari had loved those shoes. But seeing as Kore never ‘saw’ them…he had no way of knowing what he needed or Sun above, what color… Even if he still had his eyes he doubted he could pull it off. So he went to the one person he knew was likely to succeed. Ajarik’s Best Friend Caythaes. The priest had been a nervous ball the whole night and Kore asking to speak to him alone, away from the tavern hadn’t done those nerves any favors. But he seemed to perk once he realized what Kore was after. He’d given the pouch of gold over without a second thought, not knowing exactly something like those would cost, with a request that any left over be used to purchase some of the gregarious Illidari’s favorite make up. How Jari managed to put the stuff on while having NEVER seen himself was a Gods-damned miracle…. But one he pulled off every single day. That meant alot of make up used. Adjusting the cake on the little side table for the fourth time Kore finally pulled himself away, with the intent of hunting the bright ball of Sunshine down and see what he came up with when his claws hit something and he froze. On the low dresser which now sat under the makeup display was a box. One that wasn’t there before… Large hands felt ever detail, his head tilting this way and that as he riddled it out. It seemed to be wrapped but in two pieces. He was as careful as the claws would allow lifting the lid to feel the contents, leather…some type of hardwood, cordage and a-OH! It was the shoes! When did the little priest…? No matter. Kore put the lid back on, hands feeling around the dresser top till they clicked against a case. The make up probably. Alright. It’s all done. Nerves gnawed at his belly, more fierce and ravenous then any he had before a hunt. He… wanted to do good for Jari. Really show the smaller how much he and his friends cared. This was, after all, the first time he’d ever had a birthday celebrated. Releasing a sharp breath, and hopefully nerves, Kore left the room, closing the door firmly before making his way down the row to his to wait. Wait for the twitch and unfurling of large wings. The yawning chirp and chorus of bells. “Happy Birthday Jari.” @jinxandjingles Mentions: @kharrisdawndancer (Braedyn - Fancy Cakes) @mekandawn​

OLIVIER RICHTERS (7′2 TALL) AND BRADLEY MARTYN (6′3 TALL)

He’s shirtless a lot. Why would I want to put him in any costumes when he looks incredible without costumes? — James Wan, director of Aquaman (2018)

My latest Honey Locust hair spike. This was a challenge and took some time but I think it will make some fine lady a very nice accessory!

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Big Announcement!

OOC:

Greetings friends, patrons and community!

This is something both myself and my officer team have debated for some time now. I am thankful that HotR has become a staple on WrA, and I want to make it absolutely clear that nothing will be changing but our name and logo! I wanted something that gave us a fresh start from the negative energy that a co-GM brought with this original name, as well as immediately identifiable with what we provide and do from an IC standpoint.

With the start of a new year and an expansion on the horizon, I feel like it's finally time to step it up! You won't need to follow a new Tumblr, swap Discords or anything of that nature. Everything (fingers crossed) should change over without a hitch. That being said, we appreciate your patience if something is missed by us detail-wise. Let us know!

If you have any questions, as always, feel free to message us/me.

I am truly looking forward to this. Be well, and take care.

- Vynix

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9. If they were to make a timeline with their life events, which ones would they list?

Birth

First kiss, 8yrs, Gaerina Something or other.

Little brother, Vandrus, born.

First fistfight won.

Apprenticeship with Father starts.

Lost virginity to Aurelia Sunleaf.

Joined the Spellbreakers.

First major deployment, Amani suppression.

Met Kaerifina Dawnbrook.

Fell in love with Kaerifina.

Destruction of the Sunwell.

Loss of mother and Vandrus.

Left Kaerifina.

Join the new Sunfury Army under Prince Kael’thas.

Going through the Portal.

Being sent to Illidan for Illidari Training.

Vol’gath, and losing Father.

Binding Vol’gath.

Surviving Illidari training.

Falling for Sevis.

Meeting Ajarik.

Battle of Niskara.

Earning rank of Commander.

Battle of Mardum.

Sacrificing Sevis.

The Vault.

The Broken Shore.

Breaking the Legion.

Finding Ajarik again.

Joining the FelRavens.

10. What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older?

“Eventually, one way or another, you will lose everyone and everything you ever cared for. So you better appreciate them while you have them. Stop and take in the moment, savor it, because it could be your last. I wish I had helped my mother with her baking the last day I saw her. Told her how much I loved her and thanked her for putting up with two rambunctious boys with more patience and grace then anyone else I have ever known. I wish I had told my father how much I looked up to him, wanted to be like him, and thank him for all the lessons he gave me on how be a man. I wish I had taken my brother with me to Silvermoon that day. He just wanted to tag along, spend time with me, feel included. I should have told him he was my best buddy and I’d always look out for him. I lost all of them suddenly, before I could tell them goodbye and I still feel it deep in my bones. Brother and Sister Illidari that fell before their time, the people I knew when I was a man lost to the scourge, even Ajarik. I should have told him a lot of things before we went in that Vault. We wasted a lot of time. Now I’m much more aware that at any moment it could end. I try not to waste an opportunity to remind those I care for how special they are too me.”

Your Muse’s Backstory

1. Where were they born? What is the story behind their birth, if any?

2. Has their living situation changed from when they were born?

3. What occupations did their parents have when they were born? Did this job influence your muse in any form?

4. Did they have any childhood enemies? Any friends? Enemies that became friends?

5. What sort of religion was practiced in their home? Did religion play a role in their upbringing?

6. How many siblings did they have? What was their relationship like? Were they an only child who wished for siblings?

7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?

8. If they could name the worst moment of their life, what would it be? Did this change them as a person or change how they perceived the world, themselves, and others?

9. If they were to make a timeline with their life events, which ones would they list? Which would they leave out? 10. What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older?

11. What occupation did your character want to have growing up? Is this the same as what they wish to be, or are in, now?

12. Did they face any kind of bullying or abuse growing up?

13. Are there any moments of their past they keep secret?

14. Did they live near extended family in the past? How did this shape their environment? Are any of their relatives near their age? What are their feelings towards extended family in general?

15. Would they rather go back and relive their childhood? Why or why not?

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A little illi-cat drawing for one of my raiding buddies. :^D

Wooden comb from oak “Celtic eagles”

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Jason Momoa in Wolves (2014).

Craftsmanship.

Meet the Character: Korellan

Name: Korellan Riverwood Nickname: Kore, The Centurion, River Gender: Male Age: Adult Species: Sin'dorei Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Eye Color(s): Olympic Blue, Varied glow. Hair Color: Red/Black Hair Style(s): Messy ponytail, unkempt hanks of crimson. Skin tone: Reddish-brown, slightly scaled, Body type: Muscular Height: 6'8 Face Claim: Jason Momoa Occupation: Sunfury, Illidari, Personality: Good Trait(s): Patience, Open-Mindedness (except with demons), Loyalty, Affectionate. Bad Trait(s): Internalized feeling bomb, Mission First-self after, Like(s): Horn tugging, Hugs, Fighting, Being around other Illidari, Dark Ale Dislike(s): Demons, Warlocks (hypocritical much), Low doorways, Goblins, non-magical furniture and tripping over them. Hobbies: Woodworking, Felbat care apparently, Naga fucking? Fear(s): Having to see more of his brothers sacrificed for the cause. Volgath winning the struggle. Strength(s): Will, Literal Strength, Makes a wonderful shield. Iron liver (takes a lot to get him drunk) Weakness(es): Colorful curse game, Horn tugging, Kisses Special Powers/Abilities: Bonded to a Fel-Lord named Volgath. Increased size and strength with a few...other traits. Weapon(s): Glaives, Body (spikes, claws, fangs)

Life Story: (Major WIP, subject to tweaking) One of the Sunfury sent by the Prince for training to the Black Temple. Gave up his family name of Riverwood when he completed his ritual. Only a select few even know it. (Ajarik) Acted as Jari's Initiation Brother, and helped him complete his trial. While on a mission to a demon plane, was forced to sacrifice an Illidari brother he probably had feelings for for the mission's success, cementing his resolution that no sacrifice is too great for the cause. Though the emotional fallout was devastating. Jari ended up returning the favor, helping his brother control the demon in Kore, who tried to take advantage of the moment of weakness.

After being freed from the vault Kore left for the broken shore and had been fighting on the front ever since. But once Lord Illidan cut the head of the Legion snake Kore is left with a dilemma. Volgath struggled to be free, whispering incessantly that Kore should destroy himself, claiming there was no use for him now that the Legion was in disarray. That Kore WAS the demon now. What is the Hunter without the Hunt? Now he searches for his remaining Illidari brothers and perhaps a new cause.

Momoa Magic 😍

@jinxandjingles

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