Tag: OC RP x 4

It had been months since the blonde paladin has stepped foot in Tol Barad. The crisp fall air tugged at the loose strands of her hair as she and Forsetti made their way towards the village. 

The familiar tavern came into view as the pair rounded the corner, despite her usual feeling of home from this place Olathia couldn't help but linger on the apprehension in the pit of her stomach. Would they even recognize her? Jade eyes peered down at her new attire and a hand rested on the hilt of her new sword. Everything had changed, not just because of the war at hand, nor her still mending heart, everything seemed....odd.

Forsetti shook his mane and craned his neck to glance back at his companion upon his great back, the Captain peered ahead...

A figure could just be made out skulking through the chaos occasionally scooping gas masks on the unfortunate souls with no hope of revival under their own will, or dragging those clinging to the last threads of life to the small encampment full of her fellow guild mates. Upon depositing 3 more masks and a severely injured Night elf to the waiting arms of medics, Zaravala stood, shifting her glaives on her back before ducking out to the battlefield once more.

She praised the God's that she had not caught sight of her brother, the thought churning her stomach.

Upon locating another injured capable of being helped she carefully began dragging it across the ground.

She tugged harder on the body when she heard his voice yelling her...

The large chiseled bartender stood propped against the old wood of the counter top, a damp rag clutched in his hand and his arms folded across his chest, his pale steely blue eyes watching the others as they went about serving the few patrons the inn was entertaining for the night. Slipping his tongue from his mouth he pulled the worn silver ring on his lip inward between his teeth, a motion he rarely even thought about after all this time. 

His long deep green and black hair was, per the usual, pulled back into a high styled pony-tail, the long void tendril sprouting from his head enveloped in the very same way, his two shorter tendrils rested with the similarly long hairs at the back of his neck. Two long wavy strands sat at the...