#Bel'ameth

[lemongrace]

Bel'ameth, Arms of the Goddess

a small tribute to a zone that has quickly become one of my favorites to be ever added to WoW

[ishnualah]

[findmeinshattrath]

I like Bel'Ameth and Amirdrassil, but I won't lie, I miss the Night Elf style of purple twilight ambience that you got with Teldrassil.

[kottkrig]

Being allowed into Bel'ameth as a Forsaken who participated in the War of the Thorns and the Battle of Darkshore feels a little sillygoofy, these Sentinels are staring me down

Sorry about that guys

[vampyr-boyfriend]

I LOVE NIGHT ELVES SO FUCKING MUCH.

[ordgen]

[faxpaladin]

The epilogue to Dragonflight begins with the opening of the night elves' new home, Bel'ameth. World of Warcraft: Seeds of Renewal is live now!

[talah-dorei]

Berry & Bubble Inn

A Tavern hosted by the Ashenvale Discord Server. Hello! January 17th will be the first tavern night of the year in Bel’ameth! Join the celebration of the founding of the new kaldorei city. Actual spot TBA. January 31st is the usual Astranaar tavern night. Both dates start at 7:30pm Server!

[ultimatewowdursgate]

I've not seen much yet but I'm in Australia so the time zone difference doesn't help. Definitely got to write up a little story for my NElf Druid about it but can't seem to think of a solid enough idea to make it any good. :(

I'm loving seeing all the RP happening in Bel'ameth ;w;

[mothervvoid]

man i really need to like. level an alliance character to max.

[ashtarels-archives]

Bel'ameth, the Arms of the Goddess

"Isil noras rae shala dielas." (Silver skies and safe journeys.)

[hexsisters]

@ravensroleplays

Stella is back in Subcon! It's been a hot minute, seeing as she's been busy helping to set up the new settlement that was Bel'ameth. Amirdrassil itself was gorgeous, one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen, and yet... she found little ways to show it to her beloved.

She wasn't even sure if he would be okay with leaving Subcon or if that was a possibility at all!

"Charles? My love? I'm back!"

[silvermoonharry]

Bel'ameth - (with inky black potion)

[findmeinshattrath]

Love the Twilight Watchtower in Amirdrassil

I like the idea of the Night Elf Darkfallen, Death Knights, Demon Hunters, and Warlocks all choosing to hang out in their own little club of "misfits"

[yserina-starweaver]

November 23 Day 7 - Peculiar/Theory Part One Part Two

Azshara's empire, at the end, was ruled through propaganda. Convincing her court, and then the city beyond, that she had a cadre of arcanists capable of bending fate itself was a powerful piece of marketing — and a threat. The highborne houses needed some convincing, of course. Soothsayers and augurs would give them their fortunes forecast, and the ones they disliked they would bring to the Starweavers.

Fate was, and had always been, malleable. Not through magic or any great divine meddling, but simple choices that would shift one's course off the trajectory they had been on. Far too often the extremely powerful people who had sat themselves in front of her and pleaded their case for a change in their stars were too short sighted, or cowardly, to make the decision they needed. It was easier for someone like her to be the "'authority", tell them what to do — or be the scythe for them to slice through the chaff. People, especially people in high houses, hated getting their hands dirty.

Marros, as far as she could tell had a few good years in him yet, even if he couldn't see that himself. Yserina pushed herself easily out of her chair, shedding a few of her heavier robes so she could move around inside House a little easier. She could feel his eyes boring a hole into her back as she flit between shelf and cupboard, gathering vials of dried herbs, reagents and tinctures.

Most of the time her work had been violent. Removing other individuals as an obstacle in order to advance the destiny of the one who had asked for the alteration. It didn't bother her; death was part of the cycle of life and altering fates had to occasionally come with terrible consequences to enhance the myth. Sometimes, though, her work could be good. Helpful. Rare as it was.

"You didn't ask what fate I wanted," the wary rumble of Marros' voice lashed out, sharply. She'd set him back on edge by getting to work.

Yserina hummed a little as she worked, blending together a little bit of new from all she had that was old. A pinch of this, a plucked few bits of that. "As if I need to, Marros. I'm the last of my kind, have some faith," her eccentric peculiarities were a strength, here. Confidence and strangeness made her work more true to those who wanted it to be so.

He had been strong and agile most of his life, with all the benefits of brawn that being a druid of the claw allowed him to possess. Stubborn, too. How long had it been since he'd deigned to see a healer or any alchemist worth their black salt? She filled six little bottles with the oily concoction she'd smeared together with her mortar and pestle and topped it off with a reserved bit of potion that had been aging in her stocks for ancients knew how long.

"You'll need to take one of these a month. When you run out, there's a woman in Bel'ameth who runs an apothecary. Ask her for her Dreamwalker's blend. They will keep you from needing to see me again," she pressed a cork to stopper each individual shot and set them into a little carved wooden box.

Marros' brow knit in a furrow, "That's it?"

"It's not in my purview to reverse time, Marros, but this can give you a little more. Less pain about it all, too, I can hear your joints scrape every time you move," she laughed quietly and walked back over to press the potions into his gnarled hands.

"What's the cost?" his eyes darted to House's front door as it swung back open suddenly.

Yserina waved a clawed hand, "No need to worry about cost, you've already paid it."

He hated that answer. She could've been less cryptic about it, maybe, but that would've ruined the illusion a bit. If he took the time to really think about it, there were a fair many potential transactions that could be over rationalized or accepted, but it didn't suit her to throw him a bone.

Marros stood then, getting the hint. House wanted him gone and there was nothing more to talk about, here. He trundled out, fast as he could, but hesitated once he was back out in the dark. Warm light spilled from House's interior, back-lighting Yserina's form into an inky silhouette with two bright, glowing eyes in the doorway.

Part of her wondered if he meant to say thank you, but he shifted back into a bear and loped off into the wilds beyond her glade.

House's wood creaked and she pat the lintel, "Not tonight, we can move in the morning. I'll need to get the chickens in, anyway."

@daily-writing-challenge

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

Illiaryn Swift (née Bentley), half-quel'dorei hunter Art by the delightful Elliezeekay

Kyuusei's going on sabbatical for the time being; even though she's heard the Song, Kyuu is committed to Bel'ameth and Amirdrassil. After all, she made a promise.

As things develop in The War Within, my attentions will be split between Seraanna ( @longveil ) and Illiaryn here - who I've been playing in-game and in discord since April, but doesn't have a tumblr of her own just yet (and may never get one). Looking forward to seeing everyone in Khaz Algar!