Rajiu Jak

You have perfect control over your unibrow’s hair.. but you have a unibrow.

Hmmmm, could I be the futa? =P

Glitter bombs

Silly words

Silly Habits

Isabella’s brilliants

Isabella’s Underwear

Mostly just incredibly difficult to follow. To many notifications, things get lost, a dog ate my homework, I showed up to class without my pants in again. Ya know how it goes. But I’m only just now slowly getting back into the site and don’t have anything really going on so might be a lot easier to manage just one character in one club.

One of these days I need to get back into writing and rejoin this club with a new character I would like playing.

Niyol gazed down at Misha in confusion. Tell her what to do? She is supposed to be his connection to the spirits, why doesn’t she already know this? Spirits are a strange lot, much like this bond. The Tauren thumps his totem into the dueling floor and sits down crossed legged next to it to be more on the goblins level. Looking from on to the other, he isn’t to sure on what to say. “Try pulling out the fire. Weave some elements of the storm together.”

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Ora Fists

Banana Split

Banana Republic

Cute Nectar

Niyol turned looking confused at Bridget. It seemed an odd thing to say as he thought of Misha as an extension of himself but can see why she would think otherwise and nods. So much for that idea. With a heavy sigh he turns his head to look at the goblin on his shoulder, thinking for a few moments before nodding his head. “You want to fight first? I wouldn’t mind watching and going second if Bridget would be willing to go for another round.”

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“I believe in you my little green friend. You are a gift from the spirits so I trust in your abilities.” While Niyol believe in what he is saying, he still understands it will take time to adjust to wielding his magic, much like it took him time to get used to wielding his earthbreaker. Having retrieved his big two handed weapon, he unharnessed the massive totem like weapon his kind is famous for using. “I have so many ideas on what we can do to work together. Many would take practice but for now let’s just keep it simple, I will try to keep her between the two of us so she is flanked, just shoot at any openings you see for I will keep an eye on you to watch how the magic flys.”

Niyol looks around at the huge area, finding this place to be perfect for what he has in mind. Really gives him time to move and see how this wind that keeps feeling inside him works out. “Such a majestic place.. many battles these stones have seen. Now I shall speak to my companion here.” He takes a moment to scoop up Misha and set her up on his shoulder so they can talk all hush hush away from their current opponent. “You should have access to fire, earth, lightning, and water my friend. I seen enough of these things use in combat to get a jest of how they work. Shift the stones under her feet to trip her up, use water to splash all over the field and channel a bolt of lightning through it all if she is difficult to hit. Any questions?”

Niyol looked at his partner and then back at his teacher, he doubts he would ever match her in a real contest anytime soon but the thought of being able to spar against her does get his pulse quickening. Something about a fun contest of power just has a way of exciting him. “Then I would love to. I am not sure about what you can do but I am excited to see it first hand.” The wind swirls around him for a second, feeling somewhat lighter on his hooves when it does. “Lead the way and I will follow.”

Niyol comes up to his feet, rising up to his full towering height. “I don’t even know how to use my powers. It is the reason she is here after all.” A weird relationship but seems fundamental towards learning them himself. He doesn’t know why he has the calling to be a shaman but the blocks in his body prevent him from channeling it. Hopefully Misha using his magic in his place can help wear it all down. “But if you would agree to it, I would love to see what me and my companion can do together.”

Niyol finds this spicy yet cute goblin to be prefect, now if only they could get along as well as he hoped. As for a target for a duel, he personally doesn’t have one in mind as he is still very new here and doesn’t know anybody. “How about if your first opponent is me? What better way to learn how a person fights then to fight them? I would like to see first hand what you can do and see how well I can hold out against my own energy.” he was so wrapped up in the moment he forgot about the teacher there with them. Looking over towards Bridget, “Or would you like to assist?”

Niyol watched the enchanting spirit made flesh as she spoke, wondering if the face under the mask looks as good as the rest of her. The golden eyes that peer at him from behind the mask look so dazzling for he hasn’t seen such a bright color before, then combine that with all the exotic markings all over her sexy barely covered body.. the giant of a man that is still considerably taller then her even when taking a knee is glad she accepted. “I doubt I will have great need for you to work on your end. In these peaceful times the only need would be for duels for ether practice or honorable combat.” He isn’t to sure just how their relationship is supposed to play out with this pact being made, the tauren just feels it will be an great one.

He feels baffled, the wise sagely image of what he thought this spirit would be has been dashed away. She is so... with a shake of his head he just tries to adjust. Looking her up and down, he finds it amusing the spirits took on a form that he often finds himself drawn to. Thoughts for another time! Niyol speaks up again, this time without his hand up as he has a feeling she isn’t big on being formal. “If I am not mistaken, you are here to channel the elemental forces in my place. Summon balls of fire, throw bolts of lightning, and move the ground under people’s feet.... as for being a tree lover? No, while I do love things that a green, most of them are about your height.” The tauren gives her a bit of a wink at that part but gets back on the topic at hand. “You wield my power, and I do what I can to make your time here an enjoyable one.”

Niyol felt everything come together all at once. The answer to his call, the wind rushing into his body as the feathers join his long hair. However the rest of the elements merged into the small compact green one that appeared out of the mist. The tauren couldn’t believe his eyes when he got us first good look at the incredibly beautiful form the spirits took on. “Misha? A fitting name.” still in down on one knee, he bows his head one more time to the new familiar before looking into her eyes. Up comes a hand in offering, held before her with his palm up. “I am Niyol Swiftwind.. I am the shaman that summoned you into this world as my conduit to the elemental forces... if you would have me.”