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Changer of the Ways

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Revenge is not redress. Revenge is a wheel, and it turns backwards. The dead are not your masters.

Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment (via bygoshbygolly)

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Avalanche

Jirdenth shakes himself awake after yet another night of service to the invisible forces that compel him to explore and to continue his search. His search for truth and for knowledge, and in latter days, the search for himself amidst the crossed time streams that he is constantly within view of. It has always been an uneasy process. The affliction only got more severe after his revelation at the Breach.

It was some time later now of course. It’s always been some time later. Always within an hour or day of being later, but never ever being exact. That is how the cripple carries himself now as he hobbles from his golden chambers. At the center of the world he requires very little company. All he needs are his instruments to read the time and the decades to come, the chains that he has come to learn to wear. What little he cares about his inevitability, Jirdenth makes up in his compliance. At least he is not entirely alone.

What resources he could spare he has given freely to his associates: His endless afternoons for tea and biscuits, the never-ending recollection of events to come. Little things that he has come to do to cheat the universe out of its ordinance. The little things he does to try to be useful.

In one timeline, he sees the daughter he never had publish another book about arcane magics to the excited masses. In another, isolated time, he sees his adopted son Rogal Amberhearth push himself to his limits amidst the ranks of the Dark Iron military. In another he sees the Jasper twins in a possibly ‘what-if’, and Lillian in her youth, and shadows across the endless Dark Beyond...

Jirdenth pours himself a cup of tea now. Lemon and various spices, to remind him of cold winters in Alterac. To the years before, when he was but a man, and his wife had just settled herself down after a similar drink. Life was simple in those times. He need only worry about the various arcane tricks he had stolen from Dalaran proper, to impress the Perenolde line for generations. Jirdenth looks back to his love, and he is back in his ancestral home. His mother and father have just returned from a walk in the evening and the logs on the fire were crackling. His mother was wearing his father’s cloak, and the frost on his shoulders were melted away by her smile. He looks down to his drink and he sees maggots crawling at the bottom vanishing into a mist of leaves and peppercorns. He is not visited by them tonight.

“Desdrenov.” The high-elf woman is sitting back at the hearth. Her dress is linen and warm. Her auburn hair is tied in a thick braid that hangs off her shoulder. She smiles as He approaches, taking a seat beside her. Her core has grown with the presence of another life. It has been eight months so far and both mother and child are healthy. “Desrenov, my love. What shall we name our child? What if it were a boy, or even a girl? I bet you would love to have a girl. A little princess of your own.”

“Yirdenth!” He is at home again, his father embraces him. His curled mustache tickles against his forehead and frost licks at his skin. “Dear son. You are soon to be ten years of age. In our proud family, you are but a few years from becoming a man. Though it is some time away, I see it fit to grant you a gift.”

The mustached man of frost reaches into his pocket, and something shines from the edge.

“Oh, Desdre. I do so hope that you will be there for the birth. I know that you are becoming the kingdom’s official de jure Archmage. I am so happy to be wed to a man so powerful.”

“This? This is a heirloom that dates all the way to Arathor. When the first of us Stromhearts began to fight against the trolls. This was commissioned by your great-great-great-great gradnfather, Nyalas Stromheart. Keep it close, Yirdenth. It will help you some day.”

“Do keep me close, Desdrenov. And our child as well. We may not be archmages around here, but you ought to keep your own wife close!”

“Keep it close, Yirdenth.”

“Keep us close, Desdrenov.”

“Keep it close...”

“Keep us close...”

He stirs from the waking dream he has suffered. The cup in his hand is now on the floor, and he imagines the worms writhing now into the ground. His body trembles as he lowers it into a chair to try and steady his nerves. So many years now were being spent away from the things most men only live for once.

Rogal is now an old man, hardened by events that reflect that of the timeline Jirdenth visits frequently. Odette releases yet another tome and is given awards and accolades by the magical community of Azeroth. He watches them grow from humbleness into the people that he knew they could be. Into the people that didn’t need his constant being to become great.

Jirdenth’s bones ache as he continues to tremble. The moment passes soon and the old man falls back into an uncomfortable sleep. The worms slither around his feet, around the barrier between his thoughts and himself.

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(via ~ Falcon ~ | I|| Your Animal Familiar ||I)

I|| Your Animal Familiar ||I

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~ Falcon ~

Being one of the fastest fliers in the animal kingdom, the Falcon uses its wits and precise dives to catch their prey. Just like these birds of prey, you are a high-functioning, quick thinker, and always seem to be a step or two ahead of your peers. Because of this, you may be greatly annoyed by the ignorance of others. You already have your goals and aspirations for the future set, and nothing gets in the way of that on your watch.

A Falcon familiar helps their master remain calm and focus, and keeps an eye out for those who may be their enemies.

~~***~~

This familiar represents

-Mental strength

-Swiftness

-Intellect

-Focus

-Superiority

-Goals and aspirations

-Planning

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I DON'T KNOW WHY I WASN'T FOLLOWING YOU BEFORE BUT NOW I FIXED IT SO ⚡️

my first impression of your muse: Mahat’s gonna be a rude oi guv’nah to spite some elven authority figures. 

my first impression of you: She’s really shy, but if I try talking to  her I might get blasted.

my favorite thing about your muse: Mahat is always ready to help where she can with the Silencers, even if she can’t see straight.

my favorite thing about you: You’re cute. Like a puppy dog, but also a cat. Like a puppy-cat.

would I ever consider shipping our muses: Sometimes I think about shipping Mahat with my Nightborne, if only because she’d be a bad influence on his sweet innocent soul.

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: A time-tour with Jirdneth to a pivotal moment in Mahat’s life.

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: AU where Jirdenth adopts Mahat and over CC punks as babies, and it’s presented as a sitcom. Call it ‘Mr. Oxheart’s House’, and make a cheezy 90′s rap for the theme song.

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⚡️ Sure!

my first impression of your muse: She’s either really insecure or she’s doing something weird and Draenic behind the curtains.

my first impression of you: If he has more edgy characters I’d not be surprised.

my favorite thing about your muse: Masnira is one of the best-developed characters that I have seen on Alliance side. I can only really compare her with people I know Horde-side in terms of history and functionality.

my favorite thing about you: I don’t really aspire to be a whole lot of things in life, but you’ve inspired me to at least put a lot more thought and effort into my characters. They’re nowhere near the quality of most people’s, but I still try and follow by your examples.

would I ever consider shipping our muses: Mia and Alyona get shipped a bit, but their relationship is not healthy at all. Berundo and Terra are shipped and they’re probably the purest. Rogal could be shipped with Alydia, but more as a rivalry. I could keep going but you have a bunch of toons and mine are all toxic someway r i p

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: Jirdenth’s time shenanigans are always something that could be explored, but I’d rather see what Masnira would do with Alyona if she were made aware of the vampiric curse she carries.

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: AU where Jirdneth was actually an Eredar and is always bringing stuff form Argus and leaving it in the office.

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⚡️ For Hiromi

my first impression of your muse:  It’s a panda in a suit. It probably chugs wine from the keg.

my first impression of you: He seems pretty alright, but I need to see something actually happen before judging.

my favorite thing about your muse: Hiromi is one of a few toons that I can recall that actually get things done. Like, actually puts work in to put things into motion.

my favorite thing about you: You are an incredibly chill dude, and I wish that I talked to you more often. Your ideas for event chains are great and I want to get involved in something like that in the near future.

would I ever consider shipping our muses: I shipped Jirdenth with Hiromi for a short while, and I off-hand have him still be affectionate toward her. If he were younger I’d be tempted to push him toward Akemi to see if she’s the reason he went bald.

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: Berundo, Hiromi, and Xerxes abandon their lives to become fully dedicated to Deep Hollow, and become world-famous as musicians.

That, or Jirdenth scaring the Petalpaw family for that thing they did to some goblins once.

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: Where Hiromi feels like having romantic relationships, and Jirdenth tries his best to impress her with his knowledge of the universe as opposed to his knowledge of mostly everything.

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my first impression of your muse: She’s probably hiding some kind of deep angst, or she’s just acting that way because she’s old and senile.

my first impression of you: ‘Nudder elitist Night Elf roleplayer, but less obvious.

my favorite thing about your muse: Shanaris is distant with most people, but I think that alludes to a certain quality in her character. Like, she’s always on the defensive in case something happens.

my favorite thing about you: You’re kind of a meme when it’s a good night. That’s a good thing, because you’re a quality meme.

would I ever consider shipping our muses: I kind of off-hand ship everyone with Jirdenth, but I think that him and Shanaris can have some interesting dialogue from his being able to cheat the universe. 

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: I’ve got this semi-old Druid who’s converted from worshiping Elune to worshiping this creed. If he and Shanaris got into the same room, there might be a heated argument about loyalties.

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: Shanaris, Masnira, Jirdenth, and some third person who’s really old become something akin to the Golden Girls.

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my first impression of your muse: He’s gonna be one of those nutso’s that spend all day in the woods and eat squirrel poop.

my first impression of you: I hope he doesn't beat me up.

my favorite thing about your muse: Eldricc, even though I don’t see a whole lot of him, always seems to be honest about something. And if he’s not honest, he’ll just be straightforward.

my favorite thing about you: You can out-meme @grannyshanny and it’s funny.

would I ever consider shipping our muses: I don’t actually have many toons that are interested in worgen or marksmen, especially on the Alliance side. I do, however, have a goblin that’d let herself get rekt if it meant helping someone else in the long run. Eldricc might be that long run.

a plot I’d like to see between our muses: Of all the people who knew her, I think Eldricc would be most interested to see how Felix died.

an AU I think would be interesting for our muses: AU where Jirdenth was active in Eldricc’s early life, but disguised as the family butler. When he needs it most Jirdenth reappears to try and give him some life advice.

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The Edge of Chance

Morning in the Hinterlands. Evening in Tanaris. A Sunday afternoon in another world. The mirror stands in refinement and the detractor rises.

His is the haze of solidarity and sullen gulches. The slumber fights to hold him down and the Nightmare is crawling through his skin. Time is slow and the river freezes, and that should be known well enough. His footfalls trace the chamber and glow like coals. The wardrobe’s rib cage is pulled aside and golden hues dress a wilting flower. Jirdenth narrows his focus and continues to his washroom. True destination is a secret and the doctrines are ruinous. The water in the basin is lined with blood and his hands are the color of frozen meat. Jirdenth grumbles and splashes his face with the Host.

From a chamber of jade, grown like a seed. The Mirror found by one man. From deep within the ground, the reversal of another. He notices the mirror and goes toward it. Titan-cursed and with a reflection that produces acute fear. Swirling in silvers and bronze. End his adoration as sight leaves his eyes, to the twin in the mirror. Terror and secrets churn and bend and the fabric burns. Two doors now locked with windows barred. He falls now into the reflection and is caged. Sticks from outside reach in and begin to puncture him. It dreamed that the world trembled, but the Dream must end eventually. Writhing pain and twisting bone, tightened bowels and crunching meat.

Jirdenth cowers at the sight of himself. Of the thing he had become now. The twisted gnawing mass that leaks inside and assimilates his reason. Les Mesteres come now. Twinned in the mirror, visions of the parallel world. Stars of the Swan aligned beneath the resting of the Sleeping Emperor. The river is frozen solid, leading the way to the Blind Man’s bluff. Sanguine whispers penetrate the sanctum, the mage cannot free himself.

A porcelain smile for an alabaster soul. The mirror is tilted, and then hauled away.

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The Old Bird Lover by Even Amundsen

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Send “Rumour has it...” and a rumour about my muse in my ask!

My muse will then react to it being spread.

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The Universe is a beautiful and mysterious place full of wonder:

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Sexual Sunday! Send my muse ♒ and a nsfw/sexual question and they have to answer it - whether they want to or not.

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Send “We’re married.” for my muse to wake up in a future or alternate reality where our muses are married.

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“Your aviary pursuits will take you higher than your baking.”

“Riael? That is her full name?”

“Her baked goods are better than anything Grandmama could have prepared.”