#B'andtherion

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

Your character receives an anonymous package. Within it is a seems to be a bag of extremely fine black and gold sand. A small handwritten card within reads: "Pour me out but don't worry, I'll always return to the bag when you're done." (The sand will magically create the image of a person's face or the entirety of their person as a perfect replica of how you remember them. This person though has to be deceased for it to work. Who does your character think of? Why them? Sending this to a bunch of folks for the holidays so they have a surprise IC gift that might also hit them in the feels! Happy Holidays!)

"Delivery!"

The voice carried through the door as Kelz made her way towards the apartment entrance. Upon unlocking the door and opening it, she was offered a small box from the courier. A few gold coins given in exchange as she took the package inside. Upon opening it, she revealed an ornately wrapped gift.

It was small and had some heft to it. And as she regarded the lack of tag, she felt immediate suspicion. For now, though, the present would be scooped up to rest beneath her arm as she made her way to her family's estate for Winter Veil.

With some coordination with the Majordomo, her gifts were already brought into the family room. A few hours of family bonding and gift exchanges were made, while the strange gift sat unopened beside her.

"Who's that from?" Her brother questioned as he peered around her.

"I don't know. It arrived on my doorstep this morning from the courier. Just... not sure if I'm ready to open it. They didn't leave a name."

Adonis's features darkened as he rose from his seat. A hand was outstretched pointedly. "Let me see that."

"W-What? No, it's a gift. It's..."

"Give it to me."

A disappointed sigh was heaved from her as she picked up the small parcel and offered it up in surrender to him. His hand held the gift balanced on a single palm, while his other hand began to glow with the light of the Eternal Sun. Beneath his illuminated hand the gift rattled with animation, causing both Allasticus and Kelz to shift in anticipation.

The paper that had concealed it burned away, allowing a simple silk black bag to take its place.

"Dad, wait what if it's-"

"Quiet." He said as the bag did not appear to be willed away so easily. It was not transparent from what they could tell, and magic would do little to reveal its contents now. A piece of parchment that had not burned floated towards the floor in response to the rough handling. But it didn't escape her brother's notice as he leaned forward to claim the written message and read it aloud for the Patriarch and his sister to hear.

"Let's pour it out, Dad." She suggested after hearing the instructions from her brother.

"No." He said with cold indifference and sought to pull the small thing away to dispose of it. But before he could get far, he would feel the weight of his daughter on his arm and her brother on the other. A hand waved over the place where his fingers clutched her gift.

"Dad, please! It's Winter's Veil!!!"

Haldir, who had been a silent onlooker throughout this exchange cleared his throat gently. But eventually Adonis would surrender his efforts to keep the gift away. The bag was pulled free as Kelz scurried to settle on the floor. The drawstring to the bag was loosened as the contents of gold and black sand spilled onto the surface. Kelz took in a gentle breath as she set a hand over the particles in hopes to create the image of a memory lost.

But the sand did not form a shape. The magic of this gift required something she no longer had.

"...It doesn't work," she declared with her hand slowly receding from the spilled sand. Disbelief etched on her features as her thoughts spiraled into thinking the gift was some hoax or prank.

Allasticus and Adonis both knew exactly who she was trying to bring back in the shifting sands. But her brother knew the torment that often lived in their father and made no move to try to animate the sand with his own hand. His hand curled at his side as he fought against the turmoil of the Matriarch's absence as well.

Tears that had often been shed on numerous accounts by her family threatened to return. But the motion of the Patriarch taking a knee beside her stopped the tears from running down the course of her cheeks. His hand settled on the sand as it began to stir from his contact and his memories. And as it started to take form, he cast his gaze away in response to the magic unfolding beneath his hand.

A startled gasp left Kelz as her hand sought to cover her mouth. The inexplicable tightness in her chest confirming the image that had been lost to her for years. The first of many warm tears rushed down the surface of her face as Adonis couldn't ignore his daughter's sobs.

The authenticity of her likeness seemed like life was expelled into the room for the first time in a long while. And Adonis could not ignore what his eyes saw. He could remember every part of her and held that image so fiercely that the sand seemed to become hardened by his desire to bring her back. Allasticus took a spot near his sister as they looked at the spectacle that now warmed their home once more. All of which were silent in remembrance of her legacy as the Matriarch, a beloved wife, and their mother. ( @dinthoqaf - you kill me with your asks. BUT I LOVE THEM <3 Q_Q

Mentions: @grumpyoldfker - oops. Sorry Dad :x & @allasticus - SOMEONE GET ME A DAMN TISSUE! )

[kalren-daelish]

A Monster's Abode

Kal'ren stood on the borderlands of Eversong and the Ghostlands, his figure cloaked in shadow. The hood of his cowl masked his face, blending him seamlessly into the forest around him. His attire, once a warrior's armor, now resembled the garb of a rogue—silent, unseen, always watching. In recent years, this had become his way: lurking in the periphery, following the same path, and shadowing the same figure—not out of malice, but out of compulsion.

As Kelz’thalas B’andtherion departed the city and took the cobbled road winding through Eversong, Kal'ren fell into his silent pursuit. He moved from tree to tree, his claws raking softly against the bark, his wings propelling him silently over gaps in the foliage. He kept to the shadows, careful to remain unseen should she glance back. Her safety drove him—a notion as futile as it was obsessive. She was a skilled fighter, her blade and presence enough to ward off any threat. Yet he could not stop himself. His every instinct remained sharp, his demonic senses attuned to any danger that might threaten her.

And still, the sting of memory lingered, sharper than any blade.

He saw her face, was contorted with rage, her voice trembling with emotion as she lashed out at him. "You have done enough! And the only thing you can do is get out of my life! Go away and leave me alone! I don't need you or anyone!"

Those words had become a wound that never healed, echoing in his mind like a curse. They urged him to stop, to let her go and turn his eyes elsewhere. But he could not.

Because with the pain came the memories: their childhood laughter ringing through the courtyards, the shared dreams and whispered ambitions that once bound them so closely. Now, the bond felt like a shackle, unbroken even as the chasm between them grew wider.

When Kelz reached the iron gates of her home, Kal'ren felt a fleeting relief as they closed behind her. She was safe. His vigil ended, as it always did. He turned back toward the city, his thoughts heavier with every step.

By the time Kal pulled back his cowl, the weight of the whispers and stares had already settled upon him. Demon Hunters were no longer seen as heroes in this age. Their time had passed, and now they were relics of a dark era—feared, resented, and unwelcome. But Kal endured it all, his gaze fixed on the crumbling silhouette of his family’s estate.

The house, once a symbol of grandeur, stood in decay. Cracked marble, flaking paint, and a garden overrun with weeds betrayed its fall. The once-proud House Dae'lish had become an empty shell. Its halls, once bustling with attendants, now held only silence, broken by the voices of two broken souls: his parents.

Kal pushed open the door, the rusted hinges groaning under the strain. Inside, the house was no better. The walls were bare or adorned with fading remnants of what had once been priceless art. Treasures had been sold, one by one, in desperate bids to stave off ruin. Yet, despite their sacrifices, the family continued to sink further into poverty.

He made his way to the study, where his mother sat near a dwindling fire. Lady Serendiel Dae'lish was a shadow of her former self, her gown frayed and faded, her once-regal beauty now a hollow mask. She stared into the hearth, unmoving, her voice a sharp contrast to her lifeless demeanour. "Our son has returned," she said, her tone laced with bitterness.

A drunken shout erupted from the kitchen. "Our SON?"

Lord Eryndar Dae'lish stumbled into the room, disheveled and reeking of alcohol. His green robes, once elegant, were now stained and tattered. He held a half-empty bottle, its contents sloshing as he staggered toward Kal.

"Our son has returned!" he slurred, mockery dripping from his words. He leaned closer, squinting as if to recognize the figure before him. Then, with cruel theatrics, he sneered. "No... this isn’t our son. This is a monster."

Eryndar staggered closer, the acrid stench of alcohol and unwashed flesh forcing Kal to endure the proximity. The older man’s voice turned venomous.

"The monster who ruined us," Eryndar snarled, his words sharp and slurred. "The monster who traded our future for cursed horns and claws. who sacrificed his family’s prosperity for his own selfish ambitions." With speed betraying his drunken state, Eryndar’s hand shot out and gripped Kal's chin. "You disgust me, boy. Disgust me." His gaze flicked to Serendiel, who remained unmoving. "Even now, he fawns after that B'andtherion who—"

Kal’s claws snapped up and closed around his father’s wrist, the tips of his sharpened digits piercing skin. "Don’t," he growled, his voice low and trembling with restrained fury. "Don’t you dare call her that".

The pain caused a brief cry of pain but was then clouded with more anger. Eryndar spat at him, defiant even in his drunken haze. "The cruellest irony," he rasped, "is that you still pine for her—Adonis’s daughter, who sees you as nothing but a beast. How does it feel, boy? To love someone who looks at you with disgust, who despises you more than your own parents who you have cruelly wronged."

Kal’s jaw tightened, the guilt and pain coiling in his chest like a serpent. He released his grip and moved his hand to wipe away the spittle.

Eryndar’s voice rose, bitter and mocking. "Do you not see, boy? She hates you. Adonis ruined us because of you. You destroyed everything we were! They..." he pointed towards the wall as if the B'andtherion estate were standing there in its stead, "...are our enemy. They decided we should starve while they feast. Yet you shadow her steps, blind to the truth."

Kal’s voice was a low growl, heavy with emotion. "I chose to fight. To defend our people while you hid within these walls" he paused, quelling the dark urge beneath his skin, "I am sorry my actions brought our family to this point, but I do not regret my choice."

Eryndar laughed bitterly, cradling his bottle as he sank to the floor. Serendiel’s voice broke through the tension, quiet and resigned, "I miss the dancing..." His father then took another drink and fell back to his elbows as he stared daggers at his son. "Sorry is not enough." Then silence. The scene had always played out the same each day. And each day Kal'ren was silent to the callous words thrown at him. He would turn away and step out of the study, back into the hall and up the stairway to his bedroom. The room, like the house, was barren. He lay down on an old carpet that served as a bed and stared at the ceiling. The memories, the guilt, and the whispers of his parents' despair haunted him. Yet, in the darkness, a single thought flickered like a dying ember: Tomorrow, he would see her again. @kelzthalassunwhisper

[safrona-shadowsun]

To Lady Safrona, I hope this message finds you well. Few understand the challenges and even dangers that come hand in hand with your profession. There are many other couriers in this realm but most, in my experience, are sloppy or borderline unprofessional - seeking the coin for the delivery above all. I have found small faults in all deliveries save for your own. Thus I write to commend your failsafe methods and pray that others will meet the expectations you have so rightfully set. There will be more requests coming and I pray House B'andtherion can rely on the esteemed Courier in the time to come. Until then. -A. B'andtherion

With its luxury stationary, full house crest in wax, and beautiful lettering, the envelope in itself was something satisfying for the Courier to hold, relinquishing her to a swell of pride as she'd carefully read over the message. It swept away the stress of her professional obligations and hurdles, if only for just a moment.

Perhaps in time, she would earn a distinct respect enough to allow her to walk in Silvermoon again, unmasked.

For now, she showed her gratitude through her closest associate in the city, an Ethereal.

"Saraj?" she breathed into her chatterstone, "let's get a complimentary bottle of Thalassian Bloodwine sent to Lord B'andtherion, at his estate. Assure you discreetly take order of anything else he might desire, yes? Let's take care of our kind patron."

{ @grumpyoldfker }

[duraxxor]

How did he and Arrydahlia meet? What is most memorable about her for him?

(Sketches of Alphus (Lil' Dura) and Lil' Arry)

" It all starts with the children. "

- Alphus speaking to Commander B'andtherion

As some of you know, I did not have the easiest childhood. Well, at least the ones that have bothered to ask. " The Lord's voice flowed at a narratively serious octave, resounding as much bitterness as he often had. " I often went to the academy with little more than the resolve to get through to the final bell toll. All of the children didn't want anything to do with me. And those that did, they either were chastised or removed from the academy to a more pristine establishment. In the eyes of the adults, I was stain on a perfect record. A scar, such as the one that I've had on my face since I was of that age. Numbers. I may have excelled in mathematics, but numbers are what always crushed me beneath their heel. Every day, I felt as though no matter what I said, I was in a chokehold. I was alone. And the only comfort I had was going home every day to my mother in one piece.

And then, she fell into my life.

A recent transfer from another noble house arrived that day. I remember choosing to even acknowledge it. " The flow of Duraxxor's voice continued to hold a solemnness to it, picking up in volume as the story begin to transition into a pivotal point in the life of Alphus. " Arrydhalia Bloodsinger. " Something about that name tickled my senses as a child. Perhaps it was the dark humor that resided in my little mind. How there were times I wanted to do more than defend myself. The children began to whisper amongst themselves. Speaking of things that reminded me of how they treated me.

" Beaver tooth. Rabbit face. Four eyes. Toothpick. " These names were describing her physical form. And it had earned her my attention as I growled in irritation behind a book. But I saw wasn't any of those things. I see a nervous girl trembling in her introduction. Frizzy, dark tresses that were like entangling vines. Spectacles in the shape of circles that caused her gaze to appear bigger than it truly was. And yes, her form was quite lithe. I honestly don't know how when I came to find out that girl could eat snacks like a horse. " The Lord couldn't contain the laughter in the recollection of his tale.

For a brief, we had exchanged glances after she had been seated at her desk during the same subject of mathematics. I remember her having her nose in that book like it was her life. Even when we had been dismissed to recess, she carried a book with her. And rather than try to play with the other children, chose to settle under a tree in the schoolyard and just... read. And it just so happened that day, I was in that tree from my daily climb to avoid the others. But it seemed today those other children had something in mind.

" Oh look, it's Arrydorkia! Hahaha! " One of the boys stated like a bullfrog.

" Bloodsinger. More like, Mudsinger, am I right fellows? " Another one stated flatly.

Try as she might, she was crumbling under their words no matter how much she stuck her head in that book. Wilting like a flower that wouldn't make it to bloom. The third of the party started to grin mischievously.

" Hey, look at us when we are talking to you. How about I see what you are re-Huh? " The third lad began to reach for her book, but it was quickly stopped by a tight grasp of the hand of another. My younger self had chosen to jump out of the tree between Arrydhalia and the group of boys. I still remember the look of horror on their faces when I gave them a scowl that hinted that death may be knocking at their doorstep.

" Leave. Her. Alone. " Three words never stated as unsettling from my youth's lips as those that day. And they knew that I meant business.

" It's that Daevara freak... Veralt, we should go. Last week he beat the boulders off of that Big Therim. " One of the other boys promoted an issue to their third, party member.

Veralt jerking his hand away before rolling his eyes. " Tch. Daevara and Bloodsinger? Oh, how I cannot wait to tell the others about this... you will regret this protecting her, Alphus... " The boys immediately took off, giggling like a bunch of ninnies now that they had a new rumor to play with. Such is the way of children of nobility.

And when I turned to ask if she was alright. Instead of seeing the face of a girl who was crying or trembling in fear. I saw the eyes of wonder, admiration. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked to be overwhelmed with joy. And rather than speaking, I decided to settle my own bottom next to her.

" Hey, your name's Arry, right? " I asked, carefully and cautiously. My voice seemed even a little more hopeful. " Whacha' readin' there? "

She had given a bit of a chirp in her voice. Her cheeks turning a rosy pigment as she turned back to her book. That was the first time she had smiled since she arrived. I could never forget those big teeth. How precious they looked in my eyes. At the time I didn't know it, but she was already appreciative of me and the fact I took a genuine interest in her books. And then, she went on to tell me what the book was about.

" It's a story, about a man that became a hero of justice in the streets. And he wore a red scarf. . . "

To be continued?

[[ Tagging for soft mentions of @kelzthalassunwhisper and @arrydhalia ]]

[thehopelessyouth]

How does Selithar find his new place of employment? Does he take his role more or less seriously than he did under the B'andtherion banner? What does he think of his new Commander?

A radiant, prideful smile illuminated the young Duskblade’s face as he gazed at his new home—his sanctuary and place of duty.

“I am beyond delighted,” he murmured, his voice trembling with barely contained elation. “To be near my Lady, to have the honor and privilege of placing her life above my own—this is a sacred calling. I have sworn an oath to protect her, to be her shield, the umbrella that shields her from the storms. She has given me not only purpose but a freedom I have never known.”

He exhaled softly, brushing back his tousled black locks with a slender hand. “This role is more precious to me than anything. My time at the B’andtherion House, though dutifully served, felt... stifling. I longed for something greater, something more fulfilling. Now that I have found it, I will guard it with unwavering devotion.”

At the mention of the Commander, his expression wavered. “He is...” Selithar paused, clicking his tongue as his thoughts strayed to the Lioness and the Commander’s subtle yet undeniable gestures of affection. A flicker of jealousy surged within him, sharp and biting, forcing him to suppress the urge to dismiss the man outright.

“He has my respect,” Selithar admitted begrudgingly. “It is clear he is dear to my Lioness, and for that alone, I will strive to prove myself worthy in his eyes. When his time comes, when age inevitably claims him, I am confident he will entrust the reins to me—as he should.”

He paused, then added with a shrug, “Still, credit where it’s due—he is a fine trainer and a commendable warrior.” @themadamelioness

@kelzthalassunwhisper for family mention

[majordomo-haldir]

What are your fondest moments while working for the B'andtherion's? :3

It was rare that the Majordomo allowed a measure of emotion to weigh upon the words that he would speak. Always he would calculate the potential outcomes, how they would affect those around him and, more importantly, how they would affect the House he served. Still... he could not hold back the small smile that pierced his oft-neutral visage. "Work such as mine does not often afford room for fond memories in a place of service. However, long have I served this house and have been fortunate enough to look back into the past and see numerous cherished passing." His head turned towards a wayward swingset swaying gently in the breeze of one of the gnarled trees within the courtyard. "Children's laughter..." Haldir's emerald eyes looked to the statue of the fallen Matriarch in the middle of the yard, "a cherished bond of countless happy experiences." The words came with a hint of sadness of which he cleared his throat to douse away the brimming emotion. "I have seen joy and splendour abound with this family. Some are small, some are momentous... all are treasured in this old one's memory." @kelzthalassunwhisper

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

wahhhh Q_Q

003

The Patriarch strode through the main hall of the B'andtherion estate, his presence commanding, yet his steps betrayed a heaviness of purpose. This was no casual stroll, no idle wandering through memory’s corridors. His procession felt like a ceremonial march—a man burdened by history, compelled to confront the ghosts of his lineage.

The walls loomed with portraits of B'andtherions long gone. Some sat in regal stillness, their gazes distant and calculating. Others bristled with martial pride, clad in armor, their hands resting on the hilts of deadly blades, as if ready to leap into battle even now.

He stopped before the most recent painting, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly. The canvas captured a time long past, a moment preserved when innocence had still flourished. The children were still children then—bright-eyed, untamed by the weight of the world.

But it was one child in particular that arrested his gaze. His eyes softened as they met the painted ones, bright with mischief and a boundless curiosity. That cheeky grin—it was a portal to simpler days, when the world felt less cruel, when hope had not yet hardened into resolve.

"You…" the thought whispered through his mind, raw and unguarded. "The pride I feel for you… words cannot hold it. You’ve grown into a capable woman. Strong. Fierce. But there’s a kindness in you—a light you try to hide, to shield from view. Do you think it weakness? Is that what I’ve taught you to believe?"

He sighed, the weight of his own legacy pressing down. His voice, barely audible, carried an ache that cut through the stillness. “Your mother... it was her kindness that became her strength. Her kindness built this House into something far greater than I ever envisioned.”

The sharp sting of regret clawed at his chest. He placed his steel-clad hand over his breastplate, as if to still the pain that churned there. “And yet… I see you struggle. I see the despair you think no one notices.” His voice faltered, breaking under the weight of his own admission. “It tears this old soldier’s heart in two.”

He reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the painted cheek of the child frozen in time. His touch lingered there, as if trying to connect with a memory that felt just out of reach. “This is my doing,” he whispered, the words heavy with anguish. “I have wrought this pain upon you, upon your innocence, through my selfish pursuits. But no more.”

His hand fell, but his resolve lifted. “No more despair. No more pain will touch you within these walls. I swear it. This House will be your sanctuary, and I will be better. Not just as your Patriarch... but as your Father.”

For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the faint rustle of his armor as he drew back. He bit down on the emotions threatening to escape, his composure a fragile shell.

“She would’ve been so proud of you,” he murmured, his voice carrying a grief so profound it seemed to fill the hall.

And with that, he turned away, the echo of his footsteps trailing through the ancestral corridor—a man shaped by the past, but now striving to change the future.

[allasticus]

Death has claimed your mother. A curse has stolen your brother.

Madness is your father. Questioning yet is your sister.

But what will become of your fate? Do you carry all the B'andtherion weight?

Can you muster the challenge ahead? Or will you be like the rest and end up dead?

Death comes and goes; it’s nothing new. Curses linger, and madness too.

What difference does it really make? The world will give, the world will take.

Fate’s just a word; it has no weight. B'andtherion or not, I’ll choose my state.

The challenge waits—so let it stand. I’ve faced enough, I understand.

End up dead? We all will, friend. No need to rush, it’s just the end. @kelzthalassunwhisper

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

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Hi Everyone!

No need to panic! Kelz'thalas Sunwhisper or... B'andtherion is still here and here to stay!

IC Reasoning: Long story short, Sunwhisper was the alias she used while not associated with her family. She had her memories wiped when she was younger and so she was given a fake last name to go by. And given her re-estabilshed ties with her family @grumpyoldfker & @allasticus - it's been sort of on my to-do list for some time.

OOCly - Sorry if this confuses anyone, but I know having two present in my responses, in-game, and otherwise was probably eyebrow raise. So, this is to set the record straight~ THANKS! The Mun

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

The fel scyring eye was waiting outside the door as she left the barracks, bobbing up to stare at them eye level. "Commander, what luck to run into you here." The echo of a now familiar voice said. "Are you interested in a small opportunity?"

The presence of the fel eye had caused some initial alarm for the Commander, which was followed with a visible twitch of ears going upright. Though the same couldn't be said to the other guardsmen or Forsaken residing in the area. It seemed the eye had been there for some time, waiting on her to emerge from her place of borrowed refuge.

"Luck isn't the first word I'd choose, but you have my attention, Lord Felscythe." She then adjusted her stance slightly and gave a glance to the area around her before looking towards the unsettling green and floating eye for further explanation.

"And... what does this 'small' opportunity entail...?"

(( @nixalegos - thanks for the starter \o sorry it's been a hot minute! Merry Christmas! ))

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

If Kelz had to choose between saving Allasticus from death or pulling Lazrael away from death and back to being alive and how she knew him... which path would she choose?

Balance had never achieved such discord like it had that day. And the battle between brothers would become a legend. Each warring blow and strike became a contest between the dead and living. Not one instance could they find reconciliation with the other, for their paths were not ever meant to intersect. Abhorred by each other's willingness to surrender to fate, Kelz'thalas couldn't stand idly by to watch this carry on.

There would be another loss if she didn't intervene. But perhaps that was by design from one who always saw the world laced in red. A light incantation was spoken, though it never reached the ears of the trio when Kelz'thalas arrived. Their weapons became idle, as their sister took their attention.

"You both need to stop this! We're family! DEAD OR ALIVE!"

But it was the lust for more blood that spurred Allasticus to act out first. He took a step forward, but the ground did not support his advance as it forced him to release his weapon and seek purchase with the ledge that was his only means of support.

"ALLASTICUS!"

She discarded her own position to grab Allasticus's arm and try to help pull him up. Though what she saw beneath him was more troubling. This was no ordinary pit, but rather a death's cauldron. Numerous undead stood at attention below. Their arms raising towards their dangling prize with an endless hunger for flesh.

"Hold on, Allasticus!" His weight was certainly something she didn't anticipate trouble with as she pulled.

The footfalls of her other sibling could be heard receding from this place.

"LAZRAEL! PLEASE!"

But he would not be deterred from rejoining the Sanguine Sorceress's side. She reached out with her other arm outstretched toward him despite the distance.

"You are family, Lazrael. Even in death, we love you! Please don't force another choice on us. I was there when we lost mother. But is it fair to make us face it twice while you reap the only benefit? To sever your humanity to adhere to the cycle that never ends...? What is your existence to be if not but tragedy? I'm begging you, Lazrael, as your own blood and flesh... to preserve both. Your brother's life, and your humanity."

A slow turn was made by her younger brother, but there was only apathy in his hooded gaze. Her words could not reach him whereas action might. His heart had fallen into the clutches of death, and thus the importance of survival held no consequences for him.

"Allasticus," she strained between clenched teeth and tried to pull with all her might. But the ground again shifted beneath her foot, making Allasticus sink further away. The sudden shift brought her to a knee, as she looked over her shoulder one last time to the pair that had sought to strip yet another life from her.

If only there was something she could do to save them both... Her heart pounded as if the blood pumping into it might rend it into two pieces.

"Brother, I won't let go." She assured Allasticus as her grip reflexively tightened.

Though in her eyes, she could see Lazrael in her mind, a soul that had needed the light to guide his lost way. It was a faint whisper, much like that of a prayer. A gentle voice, tender to the ears sought to appeal to him once more. To remind him that he had once felt the warmth of a heart and the adoration of one who deserved to be cherished over damned.

A last look was offered to the struggling siblings, but not all stories had a happy ending. In the instance he might have re-considered his path, both his sister and brother fell beneath the surface. Swallowed by the land itself, that memory would forever haunt and twist him. Not all disciples of death could escape the ramifications of upsetting the balance of order.

Their mother would make sure of that... A mother's love will guide you long after it is gone. Even if you can't see her, she will know the sins you have committed.

@allasticus - >:(

@lazraelbandtherion- >:(( @sanguinesorceress - >:(((

@grumpyoldfker - WHERE DA F WERE YOU? >:((((

@kalren-daelish - AND YOU!? >:(((((

At least mom still loves us :'(

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

A Commander. The Commander. Bound by duty upon duty. Duty for the people, duty for your kin, duty for your family, perhaps if ever a time permits a duty for yourself. But ever bound.

One can't always have been bound by such things, tell us, share with us when she wasn't bound in armor. When Kelz'thalas could simply be herself, free from the bonds of duty.

Complicated are the matters of the mind. But there are some who spell weave at changing beliefs, altering perspectives, and ridding memories. A dark art fueled by living shadows to taint and embody malice and malevolence through the whispers of madness. It only took a bit of focus and concentration to guide a phantasmal hand over those unsuspecting or vulnerable. This hand grew from progressive and deviant intention. And as it sought to clutch at the frame of her mind, it moved like an eraser. Scratching and bleeding over memories like the etched trail of ink on parchment. What remained was barren and blank. The devouring plague that had feasted on hundreds of years of life gradually sank away.

What was perceived as dark was now newfound light.

First came a ragged breath, followed by a twist of her frame and a loose survey of her surroundings. The firm foundation of wood rested beneath her, as she noted the plush shape of a red cushion followed by the singing of birds and eternal spring. Eversong greeted her without fault, much like the light shone from the eternal sun. What should have been a place of confusion was familiar, but a blissful touch of forgetfulness did hang like a heavy blanket over the forefront of her mind.

Her body shifted upright at first as her legs found the cobblestone path that led towards the Shepherd's gate. Two large tapestries of red fell from the top of the entryway while a lone statue of the blood prince stood idly at its center.

"Miss Sunwhisper."

The words prompted her head to turn towards her speaker. The man across from her rose as he strode forwards to offer her an outstretched hand. It was Vyrin Evensun.

As if a door had been unlocked, the fabricated knowledge bled into her mind as she offered a smile back. Reflexively, she rose without taking the noble gesture and looked back towards the Shepherd's Gate.

"I'm ready Vyrin. This is the day I'll become a Silvermoon Guard. The Magistry won't know what they were missing all these years!"

Vyrin chuckled lightly as if to mask his symptoms of distress, but his ears did not rise to attention but instead faltered much like his smile fell. He knew something that Kelz'thalas Sunwhisper didn't.

"Well come on Vyrin, we're burning the morning sunlight! I know Ileda is waiting in the Farstrider's Square. I still remember all the important stuff from the recruitment missive! You believe in me, don't you?"

Regardless of the pain it was to divulge the truth, he simply nodded. "Of course, I do Kelz'thalas. You're right though, let us be on our way."

As always, Vyrin couldn't be found without his ornamental armor. It hardened him from shoulder to toe as those plate pieces clanked softly with his advance. Kelz'thalas on the other hand, was in chainmail - something lighter to suit her, to keep her at a disadvantage when it came to defense, and unfamiliar as to keep her new experiences raw and distinct from what was forged in the sub conscience of her mind. Their relationship was bound by lies as they trailed into Silvermoon City on an artificial lifetime quest.

"This is more than I could have ever imagined Silvermoon City to look," she remarked as a hand outstretched towards the inn immediately to the left of them.

"The-"

Both of them paused as one had sought to answer while the other spoke the sign's name.

"Wayfarer's Rest!" Kelz would finish after a moment.

You have been here before. You really don't remember... You don't know who you are... You have forgotten and lost everything.

"Hey Vyrin. What if I get accepted as a guard on the first day?"

"Unlikely," he said with a cold knowingness to his tone. "...It's not something you would be able to do."

It wasn't to be condescending, but it was a fact that would prove to be true. The words were armed as he was instructed to speak to her in this manner. Like he was some sellsword that traveled for hire that just happened to be her friend. But he was much more than that. He was one of the Patriarch's best, an Elite B'andtherion Guard. But now he was conformed to a task as a mere watchdog. A silent protector and spy to the lively daughter who was for all intents and purposes a new commoner woman with specialties and no resources or social upbringing to charm and spoil her every endeavor. A slave to the suffering that brought every heart of Silvermoon down into the proverbial dump.

"You just said you believed in me," she retorted with clear disappointment lacing her words.

How desperately I want to profusely apologize for offending the Lady of House B'andtherion. But the Patriarch's words are my command to follow.

"I do, but just not with that." The first of many lies had paved the foundation of this character and his purpose. "You might have better luck with just getting a hit to make the mark."

"Wow, now that's just rude Vyrin. What kind of friend are you?"

"The type that won't refrain from what needs said."

Her expression soured yet again, making that twist of guilt in my gut knot further. It's suffocating to keep up this farce. But I am his most entrusted. And she is my charge, even if she does not know that to be the case. Why can't I ignore it and see this is what's best for her?

Her mopey steps carried her ahead as Vyrin fell some distance behind. His gaze was cast to the side as he looked to a pair leaning in towards the other in an exchange of passion. Their motions furthered that reminder of what daughter of Patriarch had lost.

Kal'ren. We all had saw the promise the two shared in building a life with one another. But after the Matriarch's sacrifice... Not even Kal'ren's words could lift her heavy heart. It was as if not only her mother had died that day, but so did her spirit. It was no wonder the Patriarch had saw it fit to end things. I can still see Kal'ren's face... The longing to save her and restore her spirits. No man can ignore the sensation of helplessness or weakness. It's like poison that saps at confidence and trust to oneself. It breaks us. And by the Eternal Sun... I ask that it strengthens him instead.

The Farstrider's Square gradually came into view after their pass through the Royal exchange. It was silent the whole time as the young woman elected to give him the brooding treatment. Still very much the same as she was daughter of the House B'andtherion.

Ileda stood in front of the practice square made available to the Farstrider's and Blood Knights. Nearby several targets and dummies had lined the edges as she noted their arrival. A few other trainees stood at attention, having arrived on time.

"You're late Sunwhisper."

Disbelief found its way over Kelz's expression as she sought to refute the error in her instructor's words. But the truth was, the letter was forged to suggest that was indeed the fact when it was not.

But somehow the young woman held her tongue despite the restraint it took. The intensity of her ambition on full display as nothing would challenge her resolve. A sign the failsafe of her mind's reconstruction had implanted to hold the spell intact; it wove lies into memories and facts, and made a false persona that held true to her nature in so many ways.

I don't want to stay. But no matter how hard the battles I fought were, this is by far the most difficult thing outside of killing I've been asked to do. I'm destroying her heritage, identity, and purpose in life. No different than the damned themselves, do I allow her soul to fade. Matriach forgive me.

Anon, thank you for the ask. I really appreciate this one as it gave me an opportunity to build and construct some of Kelz's backstory more clearly. I really hope you enjoyed the read and sorry it took so long for me to reply.

Tagging: @grumpyoldfker Here's some more to blast from the past >:D

@kalren-daelish - sorry :(

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

What is Kelz's daily schedule like? Is she strict in maintaining it, or more flexible?

Daily Schedule for Commander Kelz'thalas B'andtherion (Let's call the below a good day!)

06:00 AM - Morning Meditation and Mana Infusion

Begin the day with meditation in the Sunfury Spire to center the spirit and focus the mind.

Conduct a mana infusion ritual to replenish magical energies depleted from the previous day's duties.

07:00 AM - Physical Training

Engage in combat training at the Silvermoon City's training grounds. This includes swordplay, spell dispersion, and shield-blocking drills to maintain peak combat readiness.

08:00 AM - Breakfast with Advisors

Meet with key military and magical advisors over a light breakfast in the royal hall within the Sunfury Spire, discussing any overnight reports or intelligence updates from Quel'Thalas and beyond.

09:00 AM - Command Briefing

Hold a strategic meeting with Captains and Guardians to review the day's posts, patrols, and to delegate tasks in Silvermoon City. Discuss ongoing threats like Amani trolls or the Scourge remnants.

10:30 AM - Inspection Rounds

Conduct inspections of the city's defenses including the Sunwell Plateau, the gates, and the magical wards. Ensure all guardians are at their posts and properly equipped.

12:00 PM - Lunch

A quick lunch, perhaps at an outdoor terrace overlooking Silvermoon, allowing for informal discussions with fellow commanders.

1:00 PM - Magical Research and Spell Development

Spend time in the library of the Sunfury Spire or with the Magisters to study new spells, refine existing ones, or discuss magical theory. This could involve experimenting with new arcane or fel magic techniques.

3:00 PM - Diplomatic Engagements

Meet with emissaries from other races or factions, such as Nightborne from Suramar, or representatives from the Horde. Focus on alliances, trade, and mutual defense strategies.

5:00 PM - Patrol and Training Oversight

Personally lead or oversee a patrol outside Silvermoon to maintain vigilance against threats. This also serves as a morale booster for the troops.

7:00 PM - Dusk Ritual

Participate in or lead the Dusk Ritual honoring the Sunwell, reinforcing the spiritual connection of the Sin'dorei to their source of power. (This consists of drinking alcohol, for anyone wondering when that happens)

8:00 PM - Dinner and Council Meeting

Have dinner with the Silvermoon Council, discussing broader policy, long-term strategies, and the political landscape of Azeroth.

9:30 PM - Personal Time

A brief period for personal activities, which might include visiting the family estate, gem cutting, or tending to personal projects.

10:30 PM - Evening Security Check

A final round through key areas of Silvermoon to ensure all is secure before the night watch takes over. Then a final patrol through Eversong Woods to Falconwing Square.

11:00 PM - Night Meditation

Conclude the day with another session of meditation, focusing on rejuvenation and preparing for potential nocturnal threats. (Aka spend time with Sheri and drink some more at the bar)

11:30 PM - Rest

Retire to quarters for rest, always ready for emergency alerts or magical disturbances.

@astralfox0893 - thanks for the ask! <3 I enjoyed this one and might make a habit to do more of these things in game <3

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

Write about an event in their youth that involved magic.

"Sungrass, we have special guest coming to our house today!" The Matriarch's words coo'd as she attempted to reorient the stubborn child who didn't want to rise from the marble floor.

"But I don't want to meet anyone else new, Mom! I wanna just play and hang out with my brothers and Kal'ren! We just got the hang of flying from the swing!"

Her mother's patience was everlasting as she set Kelz'thalas on her feet. A strand of blonde hair was wisped back behind her daughter's ear as she smiled faintly.

"I think you will really like this new person more than the rest. They have a really important job like Mommy does. And she agreed to a little request of mine for you and your brothers."

"What about Kal'ren?"

"He won't be coming today, this is just for you and your brothers. Now let's join them in the courtyard?"

As the Matriarch moved forward, she offered a slender hand towards her daughter to take. Which she immediately did so, now that curiosity and potential surprises lie in wait.

"Okay, well what did you ask for! Is it presents?"

"No, not exactly little Sungrass."

One of the servants opened the door upon their arrival to the back part of the estate. Several marble steps were taken before they circled around the fountain at its center. Both of her brothers were already looking at the newcomer curiously while the Patriarch stood idly by with his arms crossed against his chest. This new elf appeared darker in skin tone and her hair looked like an actual fire with the way the colors were nearly perfected to recreate it. Kelz'thalas wondered faintly if it was magically altered and if so, she would have to beg her mother to ask the mages to perform such a makeover!

"El'vyia Sunflame! It's so good you could make it. This is my little girl, Kelz'thalas. Kelz'thalas, this is our Keeper, El'vyia Sunflame."

"The honor is mine, Matriach B'andtherion. Hello there, Kelz'thalas." Instead of offering a hand or even stooping to eye level in greeting, the newcomer instead remained standing and only canting her head to the side in a show of acknowledgement.

"And you said today was your girl's birthday?"

The Matriarch nodded and gently ushered Kelz to stand in front of her as El'vyia nodded and made a point to take several steps back. There was a cursory glance made to her sides as she eyeballed how much space she would need to perform the surprise that was asked in question. It was rather abrupt, but the seizing of her body caused all the children present to become startled. But it seemed that it was intended as the woman fell forward as her hands transformed into large claws encompassed fully in dark crimson scales. Her body rose in size rapidly as her head now rode forward along a slithering neck. All of her body had lost any sign of elven traits as everything that remained was fully draconic in physiology. Wings rose like large tarps as the sinews flexed to spread the skin apart and cast shadows along her sides. A rounded hump of her back hid the length of tail that stretched out behind it until it swung out to the side for the children to see.

Their reactions certainly varied - as her youngest brother shrieked and sought refuge behind their mother's legs. Whereas Allasticus uttered only a soft "whoa!" As for Kelz herself, she was enchanted by the spectacle of Azeroth's Ruby Dragonflight. Embers trickled out of the sky above the dragon as she lowered her head to regard the gathered family.

One of the servants that had accompanied them out was holding a crimson pillow embroidered with golden threads. In its center sat a golden locket that was to act as a keepsake and blessed gift for Kelz'thalas by the Red Dragonflight.

The dragon's eyes followed the motion of the servant as the pillow was set on the ground beneath the dragon's head. A deep intake of air was pulled into the dragon's mouth as the air was superheated within her lungs. The inferno that grew within her scaled hide began to glow until her maw pointed down over the locket and expelled the torrent of flames downward in a flashy display of raw power and wonder.

Allasticus made a point now to scoot by his father's side, causing the Patriarch to uncross his arms and set one hand on the boy's shoulder to reassure him in an unspoken gesture of saying... 'I'm here.'

When the ceremony of the dragon's gift had ended, the pillow that had been enchanted with fire resistance revealed some scorch marks, but not enough to burn it like the grass around it. And the locket now brilliantly glowed with a glowing red-orange aura. No doubt still hot from the process as the dragon shifted to sit on its hind legs while both wings fanned outward. The wing joints shifted so that the wings could curl around either side of her, but enable her to direct her flaps to thrust a force of air over the locket in several swift successions.

The wind and air caused the Matriarch's robes and hair to billow out behind her as it also did the same for everyone else's hair presently. But soon the process would cease as the dragon meticulously shifted its wings back over it and lowered onto its foreclaws.

"Do that again!" Kelz's voice suddenly chirped with glee to the red dragon. There was a knowing glance made towards both the Patriarch and the Matriarch for parental approval, which both would give. And once more, their guest would lift the wings up and outward, while also drawing in a sharp breath. Though the combustion of this fiery breath was explosive as the intensity of flame was ten times that which the children experienced on the ground. Her younger sibling cried out, forcing the Matriarch to turn and shield his eyes, where as Allasticus and Kelz'thalas were very much enjoying the show.

@puppet-master-jihye - thank you again for the ask!

@grumpyoldfker @allasticus @lazraelbandtherion (GIVE ME YOUR REAL NAME, AND NOT LARRY! XD)

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

"All you'll ever sum up to is being the breeding bitch for more insufferable nobles; Did you ever think otherwise?"

"Commander, a missive has arrived for you."

Elevia stood at attention before handing the missive off to the Commander's awaiting hand. The parchment was unraveled as she reviewed the contents within and offered another sigh of disappointment. Her free hand rose to pinch the bridge of her nose before shaking her head in disbelief.

"Ah, if breeding were my only talent, then at least I would be producing something of value, unlike your contributions to Silvermoon which seems to be limited to your 'insufferable' writing. Now shall we focus on real threats, or do you require further lessons in decorum?"

The parchment was then casually balled up and tossed into a nearby wastebin.

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

Dear future me, & Dear past me,

Precognition was not something the Commander was versed in understanding. But the touch to the Warden Astheo's eyes had triggered one last temporal venture as the world froze yet again. But there was no Juggernaut this time to tower over her. And the raw emotion that had taken hold of her was about to erupt.

But a golden hand outstretched to settle on her shoulder. Warmth emanated from the contact of touch, rendering armor pointless to impede its invasive envelopment of the grief-stricken guardian and heiress. Slowly, her head raised to see her echo of salvation, a mirrored image of herself stood there as a golden gateway swirled behind her. A tethered chain of her true timeline was manifested from the center of this portal as it sank into her future self.

"Dear, Past Me... You are experiencing the most devastating moment in your life. But you were never wrong in believing or showing compassion to the Juggernaut. Your influence is measured by your unwillingness to surrender. And the outcome could still very much change. The two that he had slew, were aware of the possibility of this. And contingencies were their specialty afterall... One a warmage of soul cleaving and the other a master of time weaving. Do not be consumed by grief. You will fall into the Sanguine Sorceress's open hand and submit to the same cruel undoing's that befell her and the Juggernaut. Appeal to your family, Kal'ren and that... Nethermancer. But the path won't be easy. It's a marathon, not a sprint. And stop trying to find answers in a bottle... Because there won't be an answer there that you will like."

Weighed down by these words of wisdom and otherworldly knowledge, the Commander still rested on her bent knee. Her head was still kept upright as she tried to compose herself to understand what was being relayed.

"Future Me?... I can't ignore what happened. I..." The thought of her vow to Mallana again resurfaced like an unruly wave of guilt. It stopped her from challenging her future self and caused her breath to catch in her throat.

"You can do this, Past Me. But you have to either trust or fall. Don't surrender to this side of darkness, it still lives in you even when you don't call upon it."

The golden light in the gateway began to fade as the time had reached its limit. Rattling chains rang out, signaling the retreat of her future self, but the illusion of herself stood adamant despite the breaking of order's sacred law.

"Remember what I told you. You can and will save them."

@sanguinesorceress - thanks for the ask :3 I'm pretty pleased with this and don't regret waiting to answer it now. Bwahahaha! \o/ <3

@allasticus @grumpyoldfker @lazraelbandtherion @kalren-daelish - YOU ARE ALL MENTIONED. YEAH EVEN YOU LAZRAEL - EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE BEING BAD LIKE THE JUGGERNAUT HERE. \o/ @tursidhion-felomelorn / @elibraddock - mentions for Tursidhion, Eurath, and Astheo \o/ @nixalegos - mentions \o/