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| Done by Zaebrael on Deviant Art |
And here is the colorized version, I am literally floored by the quality and depth to this!
Friday, October 15, 2010
IMAGE: Kordnand (PG13)
My jaw dropped when I saw this sketch, this is going to be my gift for this month's WoW Art Exchange. And it makes me consider my whole idea of changing him into a Worgen when it comes available in Cataclysm. Kord in mid transformation. I mean look at him, he's so brutish and very feral just how I imagine him :3
And here is the colorized version, I am literally floored by the quality and depth to this!
And here is the colorized version, I am literally floored by the quality and depth to this!
Saturday, October 2, 2010
IMAGE: Mojack and Torrg (PG)
Mojo and Torrg, forever best friends, but not really fit for being sexual partners, which is where the joke comes in here :) I drew Mojo in his frisky heavily drunken state as often happens with Brewfest, and I really liked how it turned out. Enjoy!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Grokan Rockmaul
Torrg's father, Grokan in a set of statistics:
Age: 76 Years
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 418 pounds
Class: Warrior (Venerable)
Grokan is the ornery lion heading the Rockmaul clan. Family numbers have dwindled to only two surviving members, Grokan and his son Torrg. Grokan is a proud warrior, fierce in battle, even at such an advanced age he still has a great deal of strength and ferocity with the blade. His skin is only a little darker than his son's but his eye looks silver in color as opposed to Torrg's pale red color. Grokan's other eye was sliced out after an encounter with a wild boar some time when Torrg was very young. He is stern and angry a lot of the times, and drunk more often than that. He still mourns the passing of his wife twenty years prior, and reacts to Torrg's moving away as an act of abandonment as the pair had never gotten off on the right foot anyway. He's always been more of a fan of scars than tattoos, wearing and showing off his most visual ones proudly, he has a thick ring in the center of his nostril as well as three blood red studs in each of his ears.
Age: 76 Years
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 418 pounds
Class: Warrior (Venerable)
Grokan is the ornery lion heading the Rockmaul clan. Family numbers have dwindled to only two surviving members, Grokan and his son Torrg. Grokan is a proud warrior, fierce in battle, even at such an advanced age he still has a great deal of strength and ferocity with the blade. His skin is only a little darker than his son's but his eye looks silver in color as opposed to Torrg's pale red color. Grokan's other eye was sliced out after an encounter with a wild boar some time when Torrg was very young. He is stern and angry a lot of the times, and drunk more often than that. He still mourns the passing of his wife twenty years prior, and reacts to Torrg's moving away as an act of abandonment as the pair had never gotten off on the right foot anyway. He's always been more of a fan of scars than tattoos, wearing and showing off his most visual ones proudly, he has a thick ring in the center of his nostril as well as three blood red studs in each of his ears.
Monday, September 20, 2010
My Take and Origin stories on Torrg
Torrg is my main toon, he was the first Horde character I created and the one I came the most attached to. I would absolutely LOVE to meet him IRL if I could. He's most like how I picture myself as a grown... matured adult. He doesn't necessarily see life through the eyes of a child like I tend to, but he has a mellowed "come as it comes" kind of nature. He's also extremely hard headed.
In his origin story Coming of a Shaman I expressed a note he was once interested in being a warrior. When I first created Torrg, it was on the server Antonidas and I created him as a Warrior. But my roommate Syrrh had created a character on the newly released Moon Guard server, so I swapped over to it. Due to my attraction to the lore and the look, I decided to roll him as a Shaman instead. The leveling was long for me, I've always been a pretty casual player, though lately my play times have increased, it took me forEVER to get him up to 70. I'd started at the tail end of Vanilla, only a few months before Burning Crusade came out, so I didn't level cap at 60... I was maybe.... 40 when Burning Crusade started. I got a great deal of experience in Vanilla, however and really got into the game through the difficulty levels I found running into areas like Ashenvale or Feralas about 10 levels lower than I should have been... newbie mistakes. Torrg was my first character to level cap and he always will be I think.
From an RP Perspective I didn't really get heavy into playing him as a persona right off, I still consider him more of a separate being than myself, but I enjoy writing stories with him in it. He's the central character of my little world, a bit of an emotional anchor, a grounded spirit to the personalities around him. Torrg is strong, defiant but smart. He's more compassionate than most orcs, but has a tenancy to be cold sometimes. Specialization wise I love so many aspects of both Elemental and Enhancement that I kind of blurred the lines, giving him mostly Elemental power, but with various attributes Enhancement shaman follow with, his spirit wolves Scratch and Storm, as well as a strong melee capability. Torrg doesn't know when to quit, he's the kind of person that is stubborn enough to continue to fight even if he's been beaten down, even if it means certain death. He's also a very sensitive and empathetic character, having had his heart broken by losing his first partner.
I'd always been really big on Tauren, I've always loved their mythology, their spirituality, I integrated Torrg into their world by pairing him with a tauren druid named Thorne Wildmane. I'm thinking back to my stories I keep crossing Wildmane and Wildhoof but I think Wildmane would probably be the best way to go. Thorne's story was brief and tragic, he and Torrg moved to Mulgore where they spent many years together until his homophobic and shamed father Krum killed Thorne with a fire to his home. Torrg eventually sought and reclaimed his vengeance, but the experience left an open wound in Torrg's heart. Making him find it difficult to find love for some time after. "Trial and Torrgulations" was a very long story I made that helped him confront and try to move on with the present and he eventually found some closure after finding Thorne's long lost sister Nuada. Afterward "Emissaries" was written where Torrg found a new love interest in a Worgen named Growl. He'd had feelings for the opposing faction previously, but he never acted on it until Growl. I wanted to create someone for Torrg that... was a bit of an outcast himself. Growl, who never really grasped becoming human again rejected the notion. Preferring to stay as feral as possible even though he is a Balance specced Druid. I thought this might cause a surge of conflict, branding Growl as much as even a traitor to his kind, I expanded on that by having his mother plead with Torrg to grant her son asylum with the Horde, that way finding peace. After a short stay in Orgrimmar, Thrall and the others granted it with certain restrictions and the pair moved back to Mulgore. Afterward, I began to dwell on the past, feeling stirrings that I didn't give Thorne much of a proper story and wrote a sexy adult tale called "Thorne's First Love" where he met a tauren Hunter named Hawksfeather and the pair spent their time together.
After all this, I began to ponder about ideas how this union between a Tauren-esque orc and a worgen would eventually end up, and I created a tale of resurrection and time travel in "Dead Things" where their pairing could possibly affect an outcome of a future war with an alien civilization, leading to not only the possibility of the factions joining forces to face the threat, but also the possibility that they adopt a son who becomes a powerful leader in the new world. Though it still leaves things open that those future events will happen, that the pair may die defending the world from the initial threat, there is no clues either way how it would turn out. Most recently, I decided to expand on Torrg and Thorne's story again by bringing Thorne back as a Death Knight, being somewhat emotionally detatched from the world in this time frame he had been dead for seven years, and Growl and Torrg had been together for one so far. Making Torrg 48 or 49 years old and Growl around 25 or 26.
I'm not sure where Torrg Rockmaul is going in the future, but I really have to hand it to him, making this world a true visual spectacle to me. He will always be my main, my first. And with Cataclysm due out soon, perhaps I'll have room to create a Growl as well.
In his origin story Coming of a Shaman I expressed a note he was once interested in being a warrior. When I first created Torrg, it was on the server Antonidas and I created him as a Warrior. But my roommate Syrrh had created a character on the newly released Moon Guard server, so I swapped over to it. Due to my attraction to the lore and the look, I decided to roll him as a Shaman instead. The leveling was long for me, I've always been a pretty casual player, though lately my play times have increased, it took me forEVER to get him up to 70. I'd started at the tail end of Vanilla, only a few months before Burning Crusade came out, so I didn't level cap at 60... I was maybe.... 40 when Burning Crusade started. I got a great deal of experience in Vanilla, however and really got into the game through the difficulty levels I found running into areas like Ashenvale or Feralas about 10 levels lower than I should have been... newbie mistakes. Torrg was my first character to level cap and he always will be I think.
From an RP Perspective I didn't really get heavy into playing him as a persona right off, I still consider him more of a separate being than myself, but I enjoy writing stories with him in it. He's the central character of my little world, a bit of an emotional anchor, a grounded spirit to the personalities around him. Torrg is strong, defiant but smart. He's more compassionate than most orcs, but has a tenancy to be cold sometimes. Specialization wise I love so many aspects of both Elemental and Enhancement that I kind of blurred the lines, giving him mostly Elemental power, but with various attributes Enhancement shaman follow with, his spirit wolves Scratch and Storm, as well as a strong melee capability. Torrg doesn't know when to quit, he's the kind of person that is stubborn enough to continue to fight even if he's been beaten down, even if it means certain death. He's also a very sensitive and empathetic character, having had his heart broken by losing his first partner.
I'd always been really big on Tauren, I've always loved their mythology, their spirituality, I integrated Torrg into their world by pairing him with a tauren druid named Thorne Wildmane. I'm thinking back to my stories I keep crossing Wildmane and Wildhoof but I think Wildmane would probably be the best way to go. Thorne's story was brief and tragic, he and Torrg moved to Mulgore where they spent many years together until his homophobic and shamed father Krum killed Thorne with a fire to his home. Torrg eventually sought and reclaimed his vengeance, but the experience left an open wound in Torrg's heart. Making him find it difficult to find love for some time after. "Trial and Torrgulations" was a very long story I made that helped him confront and try to move on with the present and he eventually found some closure after finding Thorne's long lost sister Nuada. Afterward "Emissaries" was written where Torrg found a new love interest in a Worgen named Growl. He'd had feelings for the opposing faction previously, but he never acted on it until Growl. I wanted to create someone for Torrg that... was a bit of an outcast himself. Growl, who never really grasped becoming human again rejected the notion. Preferring to stay as feral as possible even though he is a Balance specced Druid. I thought this might cause a surge of conflict, branding Growl as much as even a traitor to his kind, I expanded on that by having his mother plead with Torrg to grant her son asylum with the Horde, that way finding peace. After a short stay in Orgrimmar, Thrall and the others granted it with certain restrictions and the pair moved back to Mulgore. Afterward, I began to dwell on the past, feeling stirrings that I didn't give Thorne much of a proper story and wrote a sexy adult tale called "Thorne's First Love" where he met a tauren Hunter named Hawksfeather and the pair spent their time together.
After all this, I began to ponder about ideas how this union between a Tauren-esque orc and a worgen would eventually end up, and I created a tale of resurrection and time travel in "Dead Things" where their pairing could possibly affect an outcome of a future war with an alien civilization, leading to not only the possibility of the factions joining forces to face the threat, but also the possibility that they adopt a son who becomes a powerful leader in the new world. Though it still leaves things open that those future events will happen, that the pair may die defending the world from the initial threat, there is no clues either way how it would turn out. Most recently, I decided to expand on Torrg and Thorne's story again by bringing Thorne back as a Death Knight, being somewhat emotionally detatched from the world in this time frame he had been dead for seven years, and Growl and Torrg had been together for one so far. Making Torrg 48 or 49 years old and Growl around 25 or 26.
I'm not sure where Torrg Rockmaul is going in the future, but I really have to hand it to him, making this world a true visual spectacle to me. He will always be my main, my first. And with Cataclysm due out soon, perhaps I'll have room to create a Growl as well.
Original Tauren
While I never have been able to get a Tauren to 80, despite the fact I love their race, I did manage to create two Tauren who I like to try and write about on occasion. While they aren't playing characters, I figured I would create a post to introduce them, they are fairly cannon in my story series with Torrg and his partner Growl, so I hope they intrigue you :)
His fur as clay red as the rocks he stood upon, Hawksfeather Suntoucher crouched low against the Red Rocks of the Mulgore plains, staring with narrowed eyes at the Grimtotem swarm that had settled in the settlements surrounding Thunder Bluff. He was normally pacifistic and peaceful, but their transgressions had carried the hunter too far to be forgiven. Their black dots shall soon run red, their numbers shall scatter, but they will return; like gnats they always return. Cairne Bloodhoof was dead, by their hand. And so he would do his best to exact his revenge. Reaching over his back slowly he took hold of the redwood bow slung over his shoulder and slid it down his arm, feeling the taut string as it came down. A tuft of wind whipping his long, sandy brown mane a bit over his eyes didn't flinch his vision as he extracted an arrow from his quiver. His nose ring swung slightly as he lowered his head a bit to the air. "Cowards." He muttered to himself. "All of them. They slip onto our lands like mice and take everything from us, they're no more than animals." He inhaled sharply, slipping the arrow onto the bow's string and pulling the weapon back, lining the bead of the arrow with his grass green eye. His tail was still, his very pulse beat within his ears as he focused on one of the black dots. By the time they saw anything, there could be a dozen dead, two dozen if the winds played his hand correctly. He could feel his harness that strapped across his chest, hindering the white patch, shaped like a bird beneath it as the wind began to pick up, flicking the leather against his pelt and curling his mane over his headband more, trying to impair his vision. "Please, ancestors." He whispered softly. A price must be paid..." The wind continued to howl, his loincloth and leggings now moving to the air, teetering his stilled balance. He sighed in frustration, his eye turning to the spotted feline who stared back at him. Shala let out a yawn and stretched her paws out lazily. Her tail flopped idly from one side to the other. After a moment, Hawksfeather lowered his weapon, and immediately the skies grew calm, the wind died down, returning the tuft of the hunter's mane to normal. He sighed and placed a hand gently on Shala's head. "The spirits forgive them for today." He said smiling at her. "But soon, they will pay their debt."
***
Thorne Wildhoof stared at his reflection for some time, his nearly blackened brown fur had toned up a few shades, giving him more shape than he'd had before. His icy blue eyes only shadows of what they had been, all signs of his former druid nature had been washed away by death, leaving him a form with which he was no longer familiar. He still had two golden rings in his right ear, but his left tusk was somewhat cracked. His mane dangled over his shoulders, forming almost a mask that lingered near his jawline like an extension of a beard, which he found he no longer had. Minor splotches of white in his fur had disappeared, leaving everything a full dark brown color and he leaned in to stare at his reflection. He felt disjointed from this world, broken. He still felt himself breathe, but could no longer hear his heart beat as loudly as it had before. He placed his hand on his bare chest and felt a slight stirring. The power of the Lich King was beyond compare, as evil and as horrifying as he was, none could argue that his power was great. Thorne turned to his side and saw the splintered areas in his fur that had been burned in the fire, his death was painful, but he had died in Torrg's arms, he was at peace. A sudden scream in his mind a cry of pain caused him to slap his fist down, shattering the shelf bracket holding up the mirror. The object fell to the floor and exploded into a shower of glass; Thorne could not feel the small cuts on his ankles, though he watched them cut open. He winced, barely out of instinct and watched as he bled from his injuries. "How could I bleed?" he asked himself, bending down to touch the liquid. "Am I not dead? But I am alive as well..." A voice in his mind, one that he could only hear had told him that he was both, but neither... the voice was not there now, but he had heard it before... the confusion caused the bull to sigh in pain and place his hands over his ears. He crouched into somewhat of a ball, placing his elbows on his knees as he cowered. "You renewed my life that had been taken from me, granted me existence after I found my peace... I will hunt you down, Lich King, and make you pay for this. I will be certain that you feel every emotion that you have forced upon me. Torrg is no longer part of my life, and for that agony alone I will rend your flesh ten thousand fold the pain that I feel right now. You will rue the day you cursed me with life renewed!"
His fur as clay red as the rocks he stood upon, Hawksfeather Suntoucher crouched low against the Red Rocks of the Mulgore plains, staring with narrowed eyes at the Grimtotem swarm that had settled in the settlements surrounding Thunder Bluff. He was normally pacifistic and peaceful, but their transgressions had carried the hunter too far to be forgiven. Their black dots shall soon run red, their numbers shall scatter, but they will return; like gnats they always return. Cairne Bloodhoof was dead, by their hand. And so he would do his best to exact his revenge. Reaching over his back slowly he took hold of the redwood bow slung over his shoulder and slid it down his arm, feeling the taut string as it came down. A tuft of wind whipping his long, sandy brown mane a bit over his eyes didn't flinch his vision as he extracted an arrow from his quiver. His nose ring swung slightly as he lowered his head a bit to the air. "Cowards." He muttered to himself. "All of them. They slip onto our lands like mice and take everything from us, they're no more than animals." He inhaled sharply, slipping the arrow onto the bow's string and pulling the weapon back, lining the bead of the arrow with his grass green eye. His tail was still, his very pulse beat within his ears as he focused on one of the black dots. By the time they saw anything, there could be a dozen dead, two dozen if the winds played his hand correctly. He could feel his harness that strapped across his chest, hindering the white patch, shaped like a bird beneath it as the wind began to pick up, flicking the leather against his pelt and curling his mane over his headband more, trying to impair his vision. "Please, ancestors." He whispered softly. A price must be paid..." The wind continued to howl, his loincloth and leggings now moving to the air, teetering his stilled balance. He sighed in frustration, his eye turning to the spotted feline who stared back at him. Shala let out a yawn and stretched her paws out lazily. Her tail flopped idly from one side to the other. After a moment, Hawksfeather lowered his weapon, and immediately the skies grew calm, the wind died down, returning the tuft of the hunter's mane to normal. He sighed and placed a hand gently on Shala's head. "The spirits forgive them for today." He said smiling at her. "But soon, they will pay their debt."
***
Thorne Wildhoof stared at his reflection for some time, his nearly blackened brown fur had toned up a few shades, giving him more shape than he'd had before. His icy blue eyes only shadows of what they had been, all signs of his former druid nature had been washed away by death, leaving him a form with which he was no longer familiar. He still had two golden rings in his right ear, but his left tusk was somewhat cracked. His mane dangled over his shoulders, forming almost a mask that lingered near his jawline like an extension of a beard, which he found he no longer had. Minor splotches of white in his fur had disappeared, leaving everything a full dark brown color and he leaned in to stare at his reflection. He felt disjointed from this world, broken. He still felt himself breathe, but could no longer hear his heart beat as loudly as it had before. He placed his hand on his bare chest and felt a slight stirring. The power of the Lich King was beyond compare, as evil and as horrifying as he was, none could argue that his power was great. Thorne turned to his side and saw the splintered areas in his fur that had been burned in the fire, his death was painful, but he had died in Torrg's arms, he was at peace. A sudden scream in his mind a cry of pain caused him to slap his fist down, shattering the shelf bracket holding up the mirror. The object fell to the floor and exploded into a shower of glass; Thorne could not feel the small cuts on his ankles, though he watched them cut open. He winced, barely out of instinct and watched as he bled from his injuries. "How could I bleed?" he asked himself, bending down to touch the liquid. "Am I not dead? But I am alive as well..." A voice in his mind, one that he could only hear had told him that he was both, but neither... the voice was not there now, but he had heard it before... the confusion caused the bull to sigh in pain and place his hands over his ears. He crouched into somewhat of a ball, placing his elbows on his knees as he cowered. "You renewed my life that had been taken from me, granted me existence after I found my peace... I will hunt you down, Lich King, and make you pay for this. I will be certain that you feel every emotion that you have forced upon me. Torrg is no longer part of my life, and for that agony alone I will rend your flesh ten thousand fold the pain that I feel right now. You will rue the day you cursed me with life renewed!"
Sunday, September 19, 2010
IMAGE: Torrg (PG)
One of my previous gift pieces got a surprise coloring job from Brauner on Fur Affinity and I thought I should throw it up here, it's really sweetly colored too!
Saturday, September 18, 2010
IMAGE: Torrg (and Growl) (PG)
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