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"The expression about breaking a few eggs and omelets did not come about from nothing." The warlock replied in turn, but apparently heeding the hunters advice, given the way the bulk of him slunk back into the shadows of one of Valdrakkens overhangs to stand next to them. "These Sundered Flame remnants are holding people in cages. Cages Maxwell. Like fucking animals. Starving them or worse. I argue efficiency trumps polite accuracy, we can always apologize to any Dracthyr that aren't in fact hiding among the others when we shake them down." He said with an air of annoyance. "...Wasn't going to kill any of them outright." He then added.

@renardsnoir

"I have a reputation for ruthlessness. You will find that it is deserved."

Maxwell can't stop smiling. He knows the situation doesn't lend itself to it, but he's not sure why it makes him smile.

“We should wait before we start threatening others, don't you think?” He says in a low voice. “We don't know yet whether they're enemies or not. Let's just keep a low profile for now and watch.”

@nixalegos

[nixalegos]

"I'm not afraid. In fact, I find this rather enjoyable”

Somewhere in Dalaran "Well then you're a lot dumber then your counterpart." The hooded man said as his boot came down hard one something that skittered with too many legs shaped like knives and a shrimp like carapace. "That little fucker was aiming to get at your stomach. A void conjured mind wraith, configuration 'Flesh Tender'." The warlock said as he continued to grind his heel into the beast until its ichor ran along the sewers cobblestones. "They psychically link with you if they can taste your blood, cause all your limbs to go numb. And then link their sensorium with your own." He said as he looked to the Khadgar of another timeline with dry disapproval. "Do you know what it's like to be mentally forcefed the enjoyment of your own flesh? To be unable to throw up in revulsion, your own throat forced to relax as it thinks about how good you smell cooked on an open fire and nibbled on?" As he gestured with a 'wafting motion' of good cooking. "Because that's how it eats while you're unable to stop it. You might think you're tough because of your embracing, but believe me, none of this is -fun-, and none of it gets any easier just because you're playing for the other team." @corruptedkhadgar

[nixalegos]

"I've been known to kill a man or two."

"Out of what? The ten the mission board asked for?" The warlock retorted holding up the call to arms for adventuring types to take. "Let's just be grateful it's primalist holdouts and not having to carve out bear asses as proof." He said as he tucked the paper into an upper pocket of his armor. "...Maybe in my life time we'll see a surge of folks who've never needed to take a life." He said wistfully.

@landaullan

[nixalegos]

Criminal Sentences, Vol. 9

(Sentences from various sources for criminals and/or dangerous muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I've been known to kill a man or two."

"For every problem, there is a solution."

"I used to get into a little trouble when I was that age. Didn't you?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"I've never shot a man in the head. That's more your field of expertise."

"I thought for sure you were dead."

"I won't become a murderer!"

"Don't worry, your little secret's safe with me."

"I don't like anyone meddling in my private affairs."

"I find your use of the word 'mercy' strangely inappropriate."

"Being feminine doesn't mean that you are not a murderer."

"Did you really kill all those men?"

"What are you hiding?"

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever known."

"Have you ever killed anyone? I mean, have you ever got actual blood on your hands?"

"Oh, I'm not your friend."

"I regret that we met this way."

"My first impression was correct. You are a barbarian."

"You will cease to pry into my personal matters, or I shall certainly break your neck."

"Why have you got a gun?"

"Wait, wait, wait - how is this legal?"

"If you're going to stab me, stab me in the front."

"The first step to not getting caught is to not tell anyone what you're doing."

"Was this an attempt at a poetic death?"

"We all have our darker side. We need it; it's half of what we are."

"There are ways to convince you of your errors."

"You need to leave the country."

"Give in to yourself. You will be happier."

"So, are you ever going to tell me why you're on the run?"

"There is nothing wrong in doing what you want."

"I'm not a psychopath, I promise."

"I have a reputation for ruthlessness. You will find that it is deserved."

"I'm not afraid. In fact, I find this rather enjoyable."

"What better place to dispose of bloody clothes than a hospital? Just put on a fresh pair of scrubs and bingo!"

"You're the greatest liar I've ever met."

"What are you? A mercenary? A gun for hire?"

"Why are you endangering your life by coming here?"

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"I never believe a word the police tell me."

"I have done everything else for you, but I will not murder for you."

[nixalegos]

The path to knowledge is forged in hunger.

-Mistvault Bridge

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11 years ago today, someone earned their green fire! (Low resolution Nixalegos isn't real and cannot hurt you)

[nixalegos]

"...Why would a real god care?" The hooded man replied. "Death is for 'lesser things' like mortals. A god doesn't need worship, they demand it, not for sustenance, but because it's what they feel owed for merely existing." He said as he swapped out a canister of film for another before turning his attention to a bas relief that was fresher in spilled gore then the rest of the way. "...I'm sorry, Drakken was it? I didn't ask before we set out on this venture, are you a religious man at all? Any belief system?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

"Here, Godly blood was spilt."

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

"I don't suppose I have to warn you about not touching anything you shouldn't then tracker." Heavy boots crunching on rust covered stone. Colored as such, because despite the evidence of ages having passed, blood covered the walls, ceiling, and floor in a gruesome display of wanton waste, painted in wide broad strokes. Scrying eye and S.E.L.F.I.E. M2 went to work documenting and observing the once spilled carnage. "But you are likely correct, whatever, or whomever this blood belonged to, was not mortal. The damn stuff is practically thrumming." He said with a frown.

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

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"A frog. Well. No. Something that looks like a frog in the same way a thunderstorm looks like a puddle." He said over his shoulder. "A frog who took the idea of sticky ravenous consumption and stretched the idea into godhood without knowing the costs of being a god-thing." He said as one gauntleted arm swung up in a 'here we are' sort of fashion. "A god-thing who didn't know what eating all your devoted would do, when your body transmutes to stone walls, and your throat oozing the last droplets of your priests and then time passed, and all that blood and faith turned to dust and rust." It was no wonder the warlock had hired a tracker to find the place, and the wave of sudden claustrophobia that seemingly seeped from the other end of the hallway made more sense, he hadn't been tracking a location, he'd been tracking a BEING to be hunted. They were walking inside the Frog-Thane.

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

"Here, Godly blood was spilt."

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

"I don't suppose I have to warn you about not touching anything you shouldn't then tracker." Heavy boots crunching on rust covered stone. Colored as such, because despite the evidence of ages having passed, blood covered the walls, ceiling, and floor in a gruesome display of wanton waste, painted in wide broad strokes. Scrying eye and S.E.L.F.I.E. M2 went to work documenting and observing the once spilled carnage. "But you are likely correct, whatever, or whomever this blood belonged to, was not mortal. The damn stuff is practically thrumming." He said with a frown.

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

[nixalegos]

"Put your weapon down." The warlock ordered from behind them, HOW they'd gotten there despite the bulk and coloration of his felweave armor was likely magical. "You pull that trigger and the locals are going to pummel you." He said with the dry judgement of someone who seemed to know exactly how eager the guards of any location were to resort to violence. "Self destruction is masturbatory, as is ego stroking." He chided. "So take a minute, compose yourself." He said as his heavy boots crunched in the snow, physically walking around and then coming to gently place his gauntleted hand over their raised gun still aimed at the mailbox. "I'm not going to pretend to know what traumas you're keeping to yourself, it's kinda obvious you've got alot to unpack asides a betrayal here, but if you want any sort of recovery, any sort of growth, any measure of success that really matters, you have to be able to abide failures. This isn't how you want your tale to end Captain. Out in the snow, booze on your lips, swinging a weapon around a fishing village, it's unbecoming." He said, coming to apply a little weight to the barrel of the weapon, forcing them to lower it whether they wanted to or not. "I've been there. I know what that dark place is like. What rock bottom feels like." He said with a touch of sympathy in his voice that wasn't there before. "If the whole worlds turned against you, why would you aid it, by beating yourself up alongside those who'd betray you?"

@bloodiedsails

" See no evil, speak naught, hear nothing, think none,” The Kul Tiran Captain enters from the outside. “That is what I am supposed to tell you.. What I am supposed to say to be the one to catch you.. We are not going to do that today.. I need your assistance..” Aloïs softly says, holding onto his hat. “I want to learn the arts of origin.. the magical world of Warlock and Wizardy.. I am already a dead man walking.. They cannot be successful in killing me..”

Somewhere in the Azure Span "Well, that is this meetings passphrase yes. A little more poetic then I personally would have liked, but I don't choose what the middlemen pick for these sorts of things." The hooded man said as they entered the Tuskaar 'inn', hat in hand. To which the warlock raised a mug filled with what looked like warm orca milk, a local concoction, as way of greeting. "Captain. Seems our paths cross again, it's a shame you didn't simply mail me directly instead of going to the trouble of brokering an arranged meeting, could have saved you the trouble." A pause between his words came, clearly for emphasis. "I don't take students. Nor can I possibly imagine anyone with the responsibility of a ship and crew fit for the disastrously selfish Path of Sacrifice I walk." To which he gestured for the other to join them. "But we're already here and this milk is at least as good as a grog. Maybe better, if you're not one for lime." He said coming to drink from it with obvious enjoyment. "So you've caught me in a generous mood. You have something after you? Ghosts? Demons?" He considered for a moment. "Kul Tiran navy?"

@bloodiedsails

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FREE, AT LAST, FROM THIS TORMENT.

[nixalegos]

"Here, Godly blood was spilt."

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

"I don't suppose I have to warn you about not touching anything you shouldn't then tracker." Heavy boots crunching on rust covered stone. Colored as such, because despite the evidence of ages having passed, blood covered the walls, ceiling, and floor in a gruesome display of wanton waste, painted in wide broad strokes. Scrying eye and S.E.L.F.I.E. M2 went to work documenting and observing the once spilled carnage. "But you are likely correct, whatever, or whomever this blood belonged to, was not mortal. The damn stuff is practically thrumming." He said with a frown.

@drakken-the-beast-hunter

[nixalegos]

Its WARLOCK WEDNESDAY!

And I wanna talk shop. Sent asks about demons, necromancy, all the black magics, and I shall give my opinions.

Quest: Fill Nix's inbox with asks about his niche focus.

Reward: One spooky credit.

[nixalegos]

"...Oh I already know." The hooded man replied slyly, Silvermoon Smirk widening to the point it looked off on a mortal face. "Why the great Gul'dan had to hobble. Why Ebonlocke came to beg to be made mortal once more before the Green Flame rescued him. Why Gorefiends clock ran out." The warlock said as he sauntered closer to the human. "They won't let you. A little reminder that you're owned. A Khadgar who traded his actual power, for mere magical might. I can practically see the chain they metaphorically have around your neck Archfiend." He teased. "Oh they must have had a ball when you bent the knee. Well comeon then, pull a hood up so we can go to an out the way bar and get a drink." He said, coming to remove the hand off his bolt gun with the air of one whos mind had been made up. "It'd love to pick your head for a few. Paying for a Karazhan Twist is a small sacrifice for your time. That is, unless you aren't a fan of kiwi where you're from?"

@corruptedkhadgar

"True power?" He said with a snort. "Power is power? You're defining it with itself like a neophyte, Archfiend. I expect better from someone of such illustrious tutelage...and patronage given the eh, look." The hooded man said, his left arm coming up to gesture at his hidden eyes in reference to Khadgars own. "But if you're here just to visit, well, then far be it for me to take the role of enforcer without due payment or contract. The Bronze can hire me yesterday if they feel so strongly about it." He said without relaxing at all, hand still on the bolt gun. "So I'm genuinely curious, you're still visibly aged, which given the histories I'm familiar with...well. If you're inclined to the more predatorial of magics, why haven't you turned back the clock on yourself?"

@corruptedkhadgar

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"...Your choice of skin suits belays a woeful disregard for others peace of mind. Turn into something that won't have the guards clambering after you Hel." The hooded man said as he hefted the bag of what looked like groceries a little higher in his gauntleted grip. "Blood War might have ended, but racial tensions on Azeroth haven't, and not everyone is 'aware' of exoplanar beings such as yourself, may I suggest Sin'dorei, Shal'dorei? Perhaps orc, or even troll for a disguise while you linger?" He said as he moved past her and reached into his pockets for a key. "For others sake." It seemed something as simple as unlocking his own front door was a convoluted process involving 4 locks that all somehow used the same key, one of which was left seemingly locked instead of unlocked, and waiting for a pneumatic hiss to crack the seal of his adobe. To which the bundle of foodstuffs, including a lovely looking baguette was passed to something on the otherside. "Let her know Eee-pee one twenty eight dash two showed up at our door and I'm giving them the walking tour." He said to the unseen as he shut the door and started the complicated process of locking up behind him. "So, Silvermoons remaining ne'er-do-wells saw a Kal'dorei in their slums and only tried to rob you twice huh?" He said as he tucked his key back securely into his armors tactical pockets. "I'd of said you should have been around after the cities fall to see its criminal caste at their best, but, Augur's Row has been drenched in enough death and blood without you muddling things." He said with a scoff. "Can I ask how many ghosts you've seen in town before you made your way here?" He said with a touch more reverence towards the dead then he'd ever let on having before. "Occasionally I still see one, maybe two in a month, more so when its closer to the anniversary, but you've got the whole 'that' on such." He suggested while gesturing to her. "It would be nice to know fewer of the dead here linger."

@helreginn

@nixalegos Looked at my cool new badge!

In her smaller facade, Hel was not quite as noticeable, sat on Lord and Lady Felscythe's stoop. But that was not to say she didn't stand out. A giant would probably have been less eye catching than the smiling and unguarded visage of a night elf on the doorstep of a house of horrors.

Nothing inside or out seemed to perturb her. It was just a new place and new curiosities. Every person that walked by, intrigued by her presence was met with the same watchful gaze in return.

Every so often, she shrugged her shoulders back, pressing her shoulder blades together uncomfortably. Her ability to shapeshift was passable. Good, even. But just because her muscles were technically "new" and molded into something unfamiliar did not mean they forgot the weight of her wings. Her shoulders slumped forward in their absence.

By the time Lord Felscythe returned to his abode, it appeared as if she was asleep. One arm propped against her thigh and her cheek squished into her eye against her hand.

An act, it seemed. As the moment he drew near enough to hear her, Hel idly remarked, "You live in such a... colourful neighbourhood, Felscythe." She opened her eyes and looked over at him amusedly, "I almost got pickpocketed twice."

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Johan Egerkrans

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@bloodiedsails