Undel

Akiri Cloudsong's Character Sheet (Art under cut)

Wowinterface.com was running a contest that I discovered hours before the deadline. They were offering beta keys + Tyrael pets for 20 winners for their comic contest. The rules of the contest were fairly straightforward. Make a comic about warcraft, addons, and wowinterface.com. This is my AMAZING CREATION. Some may notice that I was able to use the same image in all 11 panels: This is because I rock, not because I am lazy and/or was rushing in any way, shape, or form.

 Mokk Kowits Resigned.

"What do ah have to do?"

((Same Ol' Disclaimer.  People Actin' strange.  Lewis Carroll rocks.  Etc. Etc.))

The door slammed shut behind Kowits - a remarkable feat since, only a moment ago, Kowits was only poking his head through the gap.  There was nothing left to stand between Kowits and her.

The Queen stood in front of the throne, draped in shadows that swirled and whisped about her.  She looked down with unequalled malice in her eyes.

"U-Undel?!?!"

(Originally posted April 7th, 2006)

I stared down at Hakkajin. Aulli had torn out her throat; Kharak and I had drug Aulli off her while the others pulled her around the corner of the building. Now they knelt around the fallen troll - Ghurab, Kharak, Uzil, Undel. Malyce stood watchfully with Spite nearby, on guard.

Why was I interfering? This was a cultist. A Hakkarite. A sworn enemy.

“’Ey, Big guy. How’s it going today?”

The Orc peon waved to Homm the Tauren who stood silently guarding the tent.

 ((Originally posted 2006/08/02))

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 ((Originally posted 2006/04/24))

I made an icon for Xhaztol. He looks like a David Bowie Zombie O_O;;;; The image at full size is below the cut.

Kowits took another drink from an unstable mana potion he received from the Cenarion Expedition.  The situation was both confusing and threatening.

It was quite obvious that blood elves were up to something entirely evil. It was the only logical reason for the repeated attempts against Kowits. He must have gotten too close to whatever fiendish scheme they were hatching.

New place! Thought I'd join up and share some new content. Moving forward is good! Ah... you have to watch this one for 20 seconds. The Puddle commands it!

The fel reaver had been bait.

No sooner do we engage it when the true foe appears - huge, muscled, fire-drenched blade gripped in one mighty clawed hand, massive shield in the other.  Erupting from the battered ground of Hellfire, lips peeled back, razor-sharp teeth bared in a predatory smile, it surges forth toward the hillock on which the healers stood -

Jessa -

Fear drives my legs faster than his fel purpose.  Between, between, must get between - fiery blade overhead, mine own raised - crash of metal, sparks flying, grip twisting in my hands - drawing back, a shower of sparks, a side cut blocked again - barely - my heels digging into the parched soil, finding purchase, balance - my thrust batted aside almost casually, the riposte almost leisurely - shouts behind me, the crack of a rifle, air rent by Jahna's shadowbolts - shadow of the reaver falling as I begin to spin - blade of fire coming down faster than my blade moves in reply -

- PAIN -

I fled Tirisfal.   

I watched him ride away......

And I think my heart broke.

"Are...you okay...Brother?"

My raptor, my Hope, carried me as quickly as she could to the North, towards Ashenvale. 

The change in attitude in me was so sudden and quick when I realized what had happened I didnt think I did this to the gnome and goblin. It happened at the end of an Arena match in Nagrand. We were the winners of the match, the members of the other team were of the alliance.

   ((Originally posted on 2006/04/07))

(( Warning: Teen Angst Incoming ))

"H-how're y-you, Uzil?" We were standing in the main square of Orgrimmar, while Tundrarunner handed the head of the dragon Onyxia to the warlord there. As his shout rang out, and we all cheered, I heard Uzil's reply.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Meco. You're never going to learn are you?

I don't believe it. I just don't believe it.

You should never have let yourself get involved.

I need to start asking for more money if I'm going to be embarassed like this everywhere I go.

The Old Man wanted me to ask the Doc if the potion he'd been working on was ready. So, that's what I did. I get paid to do the job. How much I get paid is the extent of my curiosity.

It's been awhile since I came to the Undercity. It's been awhile since I've been able to leave Thunder Bluff! But that's beside the point. It's been awhile, is all and there were quite a few more people milling about since last I was there last. One of the few things that were still the same was the odd troll girl hiding under the table.

(( Originally posted February 26, 2007 @ RealmPortal ))

She twisted the small feather in her hand, long since dried of the moonwell water that had not-quite soaked it when the gift was given. It had been a random thing, a response to the flower she'd given on Uzil's advice, back when she was still trying to pretend.

"You can use it to do this!" the mostly-troll had said, rising above the ground and just standing on the air like it was nothing. And it had made her sad then to see it, knowing the truth.

(( Originally posted November 25, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))

She's out in the fields again, and there's a spider beside her, on it's back, legs curled up. Keir's sitting nearby, watching the other animals in the fields, but she's staring down at her hand, where the sharp edged purple shard now sits.

Instinct, it was just instinct now, acted on when she knew she wasn't carrying any. That was, dangerous, left her defenseless, and that wasn't acceptable, even if it wasn't quite true. She also felt better, a little more focused, and she thought again of the Doctor's concerns over withdrawal and her own over the extent of corruption she'd already suffered. They'd talked a little, about methods of treatment, but not much, and she still wasn't certain how she should approach it.