#the Plaguelands

[oldeazeroth]

Uther’s Tomb, Western Plaguelands (51,82)

#World of Warcraft #WoW #Azeroth #eastern kingdoms #Western Plaguelands

[dandelionandkrindle]

WORLD OF WARCRAFT • LOCATIONS (106/?) Eastern Plaguelands 

#world of warcraft #warcraft #wowedit #gamingedit #wowlocations #this zone was genuinely unsettling to quest in back in the day. i loved it. #fun fact: the plaguelands were originally called eastweald before the third war #run of the mill generic western fantasy. honestly i think the scourge and then the forsaken spiced things up a bit #it's more interesting like this

[wowscenery]

#world of warcraft #wow scenery #eastern plaguelands

[th3-0bjectivist]

“Bent Branch” - Acrylic paint on canvas

#art #art on tumblr #abstract expressionist art #abstract #abstract art #attempt at a landscape #desolation #wasteland #badlands #plaguelands #bent branch #acrylic painting #acrylic #art on canvas #happy halloween #halloween 2022 #will convert this page into full halloween mode in two weeks #dead tree #brushes #did this on a wine and paint night #and with good company #hollow sun

[apexulansis]

lil photoset of the animals I associate with kariians the most

#ZEHEN KHASIIK; THE BEASTS THAT DWELL WITHIN THE PLAGUELANDS. #OOC. #mashes them all together into 1 creature

[azerothtravel]

Devastation, Eastern Plaguelands, September 7, 2008.

#wow #world of warcraft #eastern plaguelands #the burning crusade #tinovan

[maxiecabphotography]

Do you know how many ranger lords exist in this world? How many human ranger lords have ever existed?

Nathanos’ accomplishments were unprecedented. He was a tactical genius, responsible for Alliance victories spanning a decade of conflict.

And now... the champion of the Forsaken.

The Marris Stead, Eastern Plaguelands

#world of warcraft #warcraft #vanilla wow #classic wow #nathanos blightcaller #forsaken #horde #eastern plaguelands #landscape #screenshot #turtle wow

[findmeinshattrath]

Would love to see SOMETHING done with the Scarlet Enclave.

The Argents claimed Tyr's Hand, no way they aren't trying to push on the rest of the way

#wow #world of warcraft #Eastern Plaguelands #Argent Crusade #Brotherhood of the Light #Scarlet Crusade #Scarlet Onslaught

[aberration-abbey]

Slotting some guys into lore finally.

The top row, Keiz, Queue, and Vikenti, are caravanners through Plague territory, hauling goods from the Starfall Isles to the Sea of a Thousand Currents to be shipped to all corners of Sornieth.

Inkcap, on the bottom, runs the old library in the town of Crystalport. His cold demeanor and haunted eyes tend to unsettle most dragons, but he does get along well with the folks who run the local Inn. Maybe it's a solidarity thing--when you've taken care of haunted places long enough, it changes you.

#flight rising #my lore #rubellite delta #crystalbone clan #plagueland vanners #don't think any of these guys have individual character tags #inkcap probs has a dark past i think that he came to the delta to hide from #but then he got a job at the library n fell in love with it

[ooc-miqojak]

DWC November 2022 - Day 6: Home/Unnatural

The Plaguelands might have seemed an... unnatural choice to build her new home, and yet to her? They were as much like home, as the forests of Quel'thalas - and at least here, the land was responding to the healing magicks of both shaman and druids alike. Here, she could be close to both the people of her homeland... and maybe even the humans who had long been her allies. As the land healed, homesteaders returned to these lands, too - it also afforded her a home closer to Light's Hope, her work there... and a home away from the stress, and pressures of Quel'thalas nobility.

Once again, High Elven architecture graced the Plaguelands - though she had long since lost the right to call herself Quel'dorei, it didn't change her tastes and her culture and her history - all of which was reflected in the graceful, sweeping lines that now stood strong against the plagued skyline.

It was home though - not just to her, and her daughter... but to all those who worked this land for her. She wanted this land healed as much as any human might - the memories of her time here, and her brief time in Lordaeron... they were still fresh. Fresher, perhaps, than the memories of most humans - her memory was long after all, and it was hard not to ache for the lush greenery of the land; the life that filled these lands, and the roads to and from Lordaeron proper.

She might be an unnatural creature herself, anymore, but she would use the time and sanity left to her to try and un-do what the monsters who'd come before had done - if for no other reason than that her daughter deserved a brighter future... and maybe even one where Azeroth wasn't under siege every other year.

(@daily-writing-challenge )

#dwc day 6 #plaguelands #WoW RP #healing takes time #healing the land is helping her to realize just how long healing her SELF will take too #all good things in time #being ill made me LATE on the last few prompts ; ;

[warcraft-real-estate]

#world of warcraft #gifs #scenery #eastern plaguelands

[oldeazeroth]

Thondroril River, Western Plaguelands (69,50)

#World of Warcraft #WoW #Azeroth #eastern Kingdoms #Western Plaguelands

[meeeeeeese]

So here me out here, but I reckon the necromancer's lich form is basically just a magical girl transformation

but like the boy version of it I guess?

Also it's a shame there isn't racial models for the lich form, kinda wierd for all necros to have a secret humansona

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #falx ghostclaw #I'm curious how many people actually make use of this elite skill #cuz I've always just used golem or plaguelands if i'm condi #fun fact the lich form is masculine regardless of players gender #dunno what that says about necros but I think it says something

[wowscenery]

#world of warcraft #wow scenery #eastern plaguelands

[burrichgreer]

How To Make A Birch | Part 3

It was the birds that woke him. Something about their lilting, morning song jostled him awake, as if his ears had somehow already grown unaccustomed to the sound. It took a moment for it to register, half caught between the waking world and the one of dreams - nightmares, in his case. Were it not for the blow to his head, it is unlikely he would have slept so soundly. But trailing in the wake of hearing the distant, colliding melodies of the birds welcoming in the new day, was the sudden ache at the back of his head that only unconsciousness had numbed. If he wasn't awake before, that throbbing pain brought him fully into the present. Eyelids flew open as he sat up, alarm still fresh in his mind from the night prior. But even before he could gain his bearings, he felt the touch of a gentle hand on his shoulder, easing him back down. Blurred vision focused to his right, settling on the owner of said hand.

Jet black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that pulled at the subtle lines that age had drawn at the edges of her dull-brown eyes. Though her brow was knit tightly, Burrich immediately had the sense that it was out of concern for him - even before she spoke.

"Easy, love.. don't rush yourself now.. " She urged him gently in a soft, almost motherly voice. "You're safe now. Far away from the horrors of yesterday."

The young man's hand rose to touch the back of his head, only to find that his crown had been wrapped with linen bandages. Despite her gentle instruction and her hand on his shoulder, he did not lay back. A sharp breath escaped him as his hand abandoned the back of his head in favor of rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Where am I?" He asked, the question laced with a dull groan, as his gaze turned toward the surrounding area. A small encampment, nestled beneath the boughs of a small grove of trees that had overrun what appeared to be some very old ruins surrounded by a quiet countryside.

The woman smiled softly, "On our way to Hearthglen. Do you have a name?"

Ignoring her question, he replied with one of his own as his hand dragged over his youthful features, "What happened?

Her voice was still gentle, "We had to pull you out. Your head took quite a hit from your fall." Finally, her hand fell from his shoulder to rest in her lap as she looked him over. "Are you alone?"

A subtle crease formed in his brow at her question and as he answered, his tone was a touch defensive. "I don't know yet."

Her gaze fell slightly, sympathy written plainly across her features, "Poor dear.. " A small sigh punctuated the words before she went quiet for a moment. Finally breaking the silence, she added with what he would later know as a very characteristic softness, "I'm Reece."

Burrich's youthful, green eyes - no longer bloodshot - glanced up at her again to search her features for any reason at all to distrust her. Finding none, he offered, "It's Burrich," which brought an immediate, though faint, smile to the middle-aged woman's face.

"Burrich." She repeated quietly as her head tilted and she offered a grateful smile, kind eyes settling on his young face. She opened her mouth to say something more, but was interrupted by a harsh voice, that of a man, that made the woman flinch just slightly.

"Reece! Enough chit-chat. If the little shit's awake, get him up on his feet. We've been put out enough as is. And Light help me, I'm not wastin' another minute on his account."

She replied with a quiet, chastising, "Collin.. "

Burrich turned to look for the source of the voice, eyes widening with surprise when he found that the voice, and the name, belonged to none other than the bitter, horse-faced man who had stopped him at the dock gate. Their eyes met only briefly before Collin scowled, rolled his eyes, and stalked away to continue securing a pack to the back of a rather large pinto, its brown fur splotched with large patches of white, "Your damned Light is going to be the death of us, woman."

Young, wary eyes followed the man as he stalked off, his brow knit tightly until he felt the woman's gentle touch on his hand, pulling his attention back to her. She whispered to him, "It's best that we get moving, love. I'm sorry to rush you, but do you think you can walk?" Reece offered a sincerely apologetic smile, her small hand giving his an almost pleading squeeze.

"I think so," he replied with a nod, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he mustered the energy to push himself to his feet with her help. She offered him his cloak, which still reeked of smoke and ash - the smell drawing his mind immediately back to the city and the nightmare he found there. Throwing the cloak around his shoulders, he secured the clasp over his chest and looked to her, signaling his readiness with a single, shallow nod.

Smiling appreciatively, she said, "Come along then," and turned to follow Collin who had already begun down the road out of the grove, leading the horse by hand. The young blonde watched her leave and turned to look around the quiet grove, birds still singing their peaceful song as if nothing was wrong in the world at all. Their ignorance did not escape him. Hesitation seemed to grip him for a moment, his hand lifting to rub at his forehead. But one quiet huff of air later, Burrich was jogging down the road to catch up to the pair, leaving the calm of the grove for the unknown of the road ahead. At least, he was not alone.

#the shipwright's son #lordaeron #plaguelands #short-story

[apexulansis]

Since I'm thinking about it today: Kariian baby related headcanons

Also called cubs, or kits. In their youngest stages (just after they leave the womb and move to the pouch) they're called 'kitlings' or 'kitlets'. Kit is more associated with babies or toddlers, and cub would be used for an older toddler or a child. The preteen/teen stages would be called fledglings.

They feed on blood for the most part as children. Children that still spend most of their time inside the pouch feed on their parent's milk... But kariian milk is more like a 'blood-milk' than just a milk. It is, indeed, mixed with their actual blood, making the transition from this blood-milk to just blood more seamless.

Kariians that never fed on a kariian-parent's blood (or blood-milk), unless an alien parent's blood/bodily fluids are just as hostile as that of the kariian's, they will be more susceptible to disease/illness in the future.

Popular kariian child treat = a big block of frozen blood. Keeps them busy for hours.

Kits spend a long period of time with really horrible vision. Because of this, kits have many more whiskers/feelers than adults (most of which will fall off in their adolescence). They also tend to be 'fluffier' in the time their bones are not fully developed, the former compensating for the latter. The fur is less thick and more fleecy than adult fur.

Will hiss at everything and anything before their sight develops. Probably will after, too.

Their skin is very VERY pink. Or a hue according to whatever their blood color happens to be.

Kariian kit ears don't really have a stage where they're that.... proportional. For some time, they're very stubby and small, and then they have a growth spurt and they have too-big-for-their-head ears that cannot even support their own weight and flop over.

Their paws, however, are pretty much always looking Too Big for their bodies. They have big snowshoe paws early in life. Because of this, lots of kariian children will crawl around on hands and feet just because their hands are so heavy. It can be troublesome to break this habit in them.

They make noises a lot. A lot! Their primary throat develops first, and their other two (lowest and highest pitch) develop later. When they are developing (around the maturity/age equiv of 6-8 years old for a human), the kits will make a lot of noises just to test them out.. Or to 'scratch' them (like clearing your throat) because they get tight and itchy. They have a phase where they'll be VERY screechy and growly because of this.

They test/explore things by either biting them or smacking them. Unless you're a fully grown kariian (or other resilient species), it hurts!

The reason kariian parents will utilize fear in their parenting is basically like.......... this video tbh. It's just so much easier. Kariian babies are Disrespectful and if they develop any empathy, or respect, it usually isn't until later in life. They understand fear and fear/strength-based-respect though!

They also have a phase where the prey-drive kicks in. Kariian parents will usually just let loose a small prey creature in the house for their children to chase around and hunt, but ones that don't want to involve another living creature will use basically a roomba-dressed-as-a-rabbit equivalent.

While they go through 'teething', they go through an equivalent of this for their hands as well. Their finger-claws and toe-claws will all eventually fall off and be replaced with a longer-term adult variant, with the exception of the two larger curved foot-claws, which will just grow perpetually until full maturity. This does mean younger kariians have to file down these claws sometimes, because if they do not, the claws will grow and grow and curve more right into their own feet (like goat horns that grow right into the eye sockets). Something like a scratching post (or a stone wall or something) is necessary, mostly for their hands, or else the furniture is going to get clawed up.

#ZEHEN KHASIIK; THE BEASTS THAT DWELL WITHIN THE PLAGUELANDS.