#Cenarion Family

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[risrielthron]

Risri Elthron

“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever…It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

Name: Risri Elthron Nickname: Ris, Big Bear Race: Kaldorei FC: Erica Cerra Language(s): Common, Darnassian, Thalassian and some Orcish. Height: 6′2″ Body Type: Lean, fit. Eye Color: Silver Hair Color: Purple Age: 415 Notable Scars, Marks, etc: None. Tattoos/Piercings: Claw tattoos on her face. First Appearances: She always appears very well put together, always has a notebook and her camera.

Personality: The Consul (ESFJ-A). Consuls are altruists, and they take seriously their responsibility to help and to do the right thing. Consuls love to be of service, enjoying any role that allows them to participate in a meaningful way, so long as they know that they are valued and appreciated. Consul personalities respect hierarchy, and do their best to position themselves with some authority, at home and at work, which allows them to keep things clear, stable and organized for everyone.

Can Currently Be Found In: Stormwind, occasionally on her travels for photography reasons can be found anywhere in Azeroth

OOC INFORMATION:

What I’m Looking For: Character progression as well as story/plot progression. Friendships or hateships are good! Pre-established relationships are okay, just chat with me first. Fandom: World of Warcraft. Sole Faction or Cross-Faction: Sole Faction. Faction I Play: Alliance. Server: Wyrmrest Accord Venues I Actively Roleplay In:  Discord, Tumblr, and in game Favorite Type of RP: Friendship, Adventure, Small Social Circles Triggers: I do not condone any sexual harm to a minor. Period. Things I Will Not RP: Ultra-taboo, degradation, explicit content with minors. RP Strong Points: I am usually good about giving you something to play off of, whether it be a question or action. I typically write paragraphs but I don’t care if you do or not. I don’t usually put a lot of filler words in. RP Weak Points: I get anxious when more than three people sometimes. I can sometimes slow down an RP because I’m typing a response. I feel I am horrible with rapid fire RP.  What To Expect:  A very calm disposition, friendly, quiet most of the time. Where I RP: Prefer in-game or discord depending on the availability/content. Will do tumblr as well.

Shadowlands:  Risri is not IC in the Shadowlands and has not been there. Dragonflight:  Risri might be found in the Isles, especially around the Green Dragonflight areas.

RP HOOKS:

A Moment in Time: Risri owns a little photography studio on the canal side of the Trade District in Stormwind. Visitors would find photographs she has taken at events and around the worlds on the walls up for display or purchase (mostly landscapes for purchase).  She also does photo shoots in her studio (think family portrait).  She can be hired to take photos for events (she had done several weddings) or even for special reasons.  This is the perfect venue to meet Risri whether you’re just browsing or coming in to schedule something in particular.

Cenarion Circle: Risri is a member of the Cenarion Circle. Anyone who is a member could know Risri or know of her. She became a druid with the circle about 100 years ago. Druid things are always welcome whether its teaching or just chatting about events.

Other ideas:  Risri once ran @the-royal-courier​  many people know of her from those days, its okay to be one of them without chatting to me first. She often wanders taking photos out in the city, maybe she snapped one of you - its perfectly fine to question or even be angry that she did so, or even ask for a copy!

Art credit: 1st: @BBergolts on twitter, 2nd: @MischiArt on twitter, 3rd: @thedawnsart​

[lynxfrost13]

Alright here’s her history from around classic to the end of battle for Azeroth. This is much more important to what’s currently going on with her, long post again!

Trigger warning for body horror and gross eye stuff

-She didn’t do much during classic itself, she spent her time in Silitithus with other Druids attempting to heal the land and fight off the old god presence there.

-she spent a little too much time around Ahn’Qiraj and C’thun’s presence started seriously affecting her mental state to the point where her fellow Druids figured it would be best for her to leave Silithus

-She left shortly before the old god’s demise and when Burning Crusade kicked off she journeyed through the dark portal to Outland with the Cenarion Expedition for a few months

-she then came back to Azeroth and lived in Ashenvale for a while until Wrath of the Lich King.

-When WotLK rolls around Ro spends her time in dragonblight, mainly focusing on aiding the green and red flights against the scourge. She starts hearing whispers from Yogg-Saron whenever she journeys away from the dragon sanctuaries…

-During Cataclysm Ro’wynne stayed in dragonblight, and even though the old gods that previously plagued her were dead, she refused to leave and wanted to continue to aid the dragons after Deathwing’s demise.

-she just kinda chills for MoP, she spends a lot of time with the Cenarion Circle in hyjal strengthening her connection to the Emerald Dream

-Come Warlords of Draenor she is also just kinda chilling on kalimdor, tending to the Emerald dream, etc

-when legion hits Ro’wynne is essentially thrown back into action. She returned to Val’Sharah to aid the Druids there, only to find her grove completely corrupted by nightmare. Ro is absolutely devastated by this and spends legion helping to lead the fight against the nightmare

-she delved into the depths of nightmare to save the dream after the death of Ysera. Her close connection to the green flight brought her great grief and she wanted to avenge all of those that fell to the corruption. However unbeknownst to her, Ilgy’noth was able to slip into her mind in the nightmare and opened the way for N’Zoth…

-after killing the Nightmare’s presence Ro’wynne goes to suramar and finds some family that is still left, then returns to Ashenvale as her old grove is beyond any healing.

-the burning of Teldrassil happens and is another blow to Ro’wynne. Several of her close friends and family died in the burning and Ro’wynne swore vegeance. She joined the alliance army and quickly rose up into the 7th legion and gained a reputation as a brutal soldier.

OLD GO TIME LETS GOOO

-N’Zoth had wormed his way deep into her mind, and convinced her that his orders were her thoughts (it started off subtle and right after defeating the nightmare and then progressed to very clearly him speaking to her by mid bfa)

-He promised her everything she wanted and warped her mind until she believed that he was the only path for a new night elven home (eventually this idea dies and she swears herself to him)

-she defected from the 7th legion suddenly after people began noticing that she was acting more and more irrational and angry (around the end of the nazjatar campaign)

-no one heard from her until N’Zoth began attacking the titan facilities in Uldum and Pandaria. Ro’wynne had been following the old god’s orders and she led the assault on the Vale of Eternal Blossoms.

-She is completely unhinged at this point, the only thing that matters to her is the will of her master and she eagerly carries it out. N’Zoth rewards her and makes her his herald, gifting her with his powers.

-She can no longer communicate with nature as she once did, her connection to the dream is shattered and she is no longer the great Druid she once was.

-to make up for this however her body has been transformed by N’Zoth. Her right arm is infused with power and becomes monstrous, covered in spikes and general old gold nastiness. her hand becomes a huge monstrous one. In order to prove her loyalty to him she offers up her eyes (literally). N’Zoth gleefully accepts and and gifts her with two new ones, eyes from his very body, to fill her empty sockets…

Ok u guys are finally going to hear about Ro’wynne and her whole deal!

This is gonna be super long and posted in segments so do with that what you will (there’s gonna be a TLDR at the end)

So her background until around classic:

- she was born in suramar to the Starfell kaldorei family (they got their name from their ancestor who was rumored to have touched a fallen star and be imbued with great arcane power)

- her family was a line of great mages, proficient in all fields of magic but especially arcane magic! At least one child of every generation was gifted with exceptional arcane abilities.

-Ro’wynne was not one of them, and despite this she was sent to train as a mage during her childhood, and although she learned the arcane arts she felt called to nature more

- as a kid she’d often wander off into the forests of Suramar and learned that while she wasn’t gifted with arcane powers, she had a very strong magical bond with plants and animals (especially avians and ungulates)

-over time her parents realized that she was called to be a Druid and sent her to Val’Sharah and then Teldrassil, where she was able to truly harness her powers and flourish (around her early 20s I like to think)

-she specialized in taking the forms of crow, deer, and panther, and learned to magically manipulate plants

-she returned to Val’Sharah after finishing her training and made it her home (by this time suramar has closed itself off from the world and her family lost touch with her)

-she found out that she really loved exploring Azeroth, and started a pattern that she would follow for thousands of years. Her home was Val’Sharah, but every few decades she would go off and find an adventure to pursue (when she got older she became more of an adventurer for hire and would form groups to go on some quest or journey, think dungeons and dragons)

-she would always return back to her grove though, which was by Shaladrassil, the soon to be corrupted world tree…

TLDR: she grew up a mage but became a druid, lived in Val’Sharah and Teldrassil, but often left for years on end to explore the world. She typically rented herself out as a mercenary/adventurer for hire and was capable of performing some mage magic, but better known as a skilled druid.

[drustblood]

“Whatchu want, richmon.”

The voice that greeted her was rough, deep, and it grated on Kee’s nerves; her already flushed face growing redder with irritation, a reaction she wished she could have hid.

“I’m looking for Beast Handler Tunse, would that be you?” She questioned, Kul Tiran accent musical by comparison.

“Ya, ya found ‘im.”

The Zandalari towered over her, only his chin, ears and tusks visible under the crimson, tiger-shaped mask he wore. She could see the hint of his glowing blue eyes through the sockets, and watched how they narrowed mistrustfully as she and her ravasaur approached.

For her part, Hantu, the massive white ravasaur, remained silent, her crimson eyes narrowing with equal mistrust at the Zandalari, her feathers puffed outward and subtly vibrating. Tunse glanced her way, but it was clear he held more concern over the tiny, 5’3” human woman approaching him in her strange armor.

“I was told you’re the man to speak to about hunting and lore on the beasts in the area of the ruins,” Kee began, looking up at the troll with a smile; though her dark eyes watched him warily. “We number six. Myself, my husband, our two children, and my two companions.”

“Ya, well ya stole dis one from Zandalar, di’n’cha richmon,” Tunse scoffed, jerking his head toward the ravasaur who let loose a low and threatening hiss. “Ya might want ta mind ya step around me, eh? I don’ take kindly ta murderers an’ thieves.”

Kee kept her head up, her expression calm, though her pale, pointed eartips reddened.

“My family and I had nothing to do with the death of beloved King Rastakhan.” She replied. Hantu moved forward threateningly and Kee placed a tiny, gentle hand on the Ravasaur’s foreclaw. Looking up at her, she removed her hand and curled her ring and pinky fingers away to sign to the ravasaur using her thumb, index and middle. [Be patient. He has every right.]

Hantu growled in her strange, trilling way, but stepped back. Her foreclaws formed a sign of acceptance.

Kee looked back up at the towering Zandalari before her, catching the tail end of his eyes flicking back to her hands, then up to her face. His head cocked to the side, intrigued.

“How ya know dat, richmon?”

“Know what, ZSL?” She asked, seeking clarification.

“Ya.”

“My husband is a Druid of the Cenarion Circle and knows many a language; between him and Darkspear friends and co-workers–”

“Co-workers?” Tunse dropped down into a comfortable crouch, arms draped over his thighs as he peered at the tiny human before him. A tiny human, who, for her part, only tucked some of her hair out of her face and smiled at him.

“Yes, co-workers.” Kee patted the tabard resting over her chest, with it’s grey background and white chevron; “Kee Marlfox, of United Aegis.” She paused a moment to see if there were any rare indication of recognition, before she continued.

“We’re an operational non-governmental agency focusing on disaster relief, medical aid and shelter for all people of Azeroth.”

“Haven’ heard o’ ya.”

“Not surprised. But I work with all kinds, Mister Tunse–”

“Jus’ Tunse be fine.”

“Very well. Now, about that information, Tunse?”

He seemed a little flabbergasted by her brazen nature, and thankfully, Kee felt the heat leave her face and ears as the conversation grew more civil.

“Ah, right. Six ya said? Yaself, ya husband, ya ravasaur an’ what else?” He stood and began noting down the small group on a nearby clipboard.

“Myself, my husband, Hantu,” she patted the Ravasaur’s shoulder, “My two children, 6 and 2, and my crow.” As if on cue, Jasper fluttered down and landed heavily on her shoulder, making her grunt.

Zael wandered up, his boots crunching quietly on the dirt path. Lowell walked along at his side, holding onto a belt loop, while Faline sat on her father’s shoulders, her honey-hued eyes darting all around the bright foliage.

Kee glanced back and smiled at them, earning a smile from Zael in response, and the company of her eldest; Lowell trotting forward to hug her side and look up at the troll, unafraid and smiling warmly.

Tunse paused, his gruff voice barely carrying a hint of warmth to the keen ear now.

“An’ who you be?”

“Lowell Marlfox, sir.” The six year old replied, straightening up to look up under that tiger mask the troll wore.

“Lowell,” Tunse repeated; Low looked up at his mum, then over at his father and sister. 

“Yup, and that’s my da, Zael, and my baby sister, Faline.” He nodded, looking back up with a grin at Tunse.

“Kee, Zael, Lowell, Faline…” the troll listed off, “Hantu and…”

“Jasper!” The bird interjected.

“...Jasper. Welcome t’de Wakin’ Shore.”

[blixvoronin]

day 4: vision

synopsis: Blix unveils the newest settlement in the duchy of Silverloch - an agricultural farming town, Cecil’s Crossing.

cw: none!

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Standing in the center of the newly-constructed Cecil’s Crossing within the duchy of Silverloch, nestled in the southeastern reaches of Duskwood, Blix flashed a bright smile to the assorted crowd. Present were citizens from the other settlements - Brightroad, the haven for the undead and otherwise-extraordinary citizens of the duchy, and Silverloch Township, the main hub for trade, marketing, and livelihood. Much to her surprise, the crowd was larger than she’d imagined - but, of course, the grand reveal of a duchy’s new hub for agriculture was no small feat to miss, she supposed.

Brightroad had been the last expansion prior to the construction of Cecil’s Crossing, intended to be an area of respite for death knights, necromancers (thoroughly screened, of course, following the Abercrombie incident in Darkshire so many moons ago), the newly-returned dark rangers, and most recently a few Dracthyr citizens looking for a home. It had, originally, been intended to house fleshcrafters, alchemists, and parts of Silverloch’s militia - over the last few months, however, it seemed that it had expanded as more of the living populace from the township and remainder of Duskwood crept in. Now, it nearly made its stand as equivalent to the primary area - Silverloch Township.

Nestled in the center of the Duchy’s territory, surrounded by woods and a river to the north, Silverloch Township was home to the main cathedral, the settlements of druids from the Cenarion Circle who had helped in revitalizing the lands within Silverloch itself for agriculture and upkeep (which Blix fervently thanked them for on a regular basis, as well as Indraste, for bringing them to begin with), and the estate that Blix and Indy called a home away from home, along with one other individual. Recently, Blix had struck on fortune, convincing none other than Marsulu Goldmane to establish a G-Tek workshop in the township itself. It had brought extra trade to the area, and opened avenues for business, especially given both Silverloch and G-Tek’s affiliations with the duchy of Cindervale, led by Duchess Olivia Edain and her husband, Duke Lebryn Edain, in Redridge.

Vesper Oberon Thorne, the new heir apparent to the Thorne duchy and Blix’s title as ruler of Silverloch, had made his entrance to the scene roughly a year prior. Blix shuddered to recall the circumstances under which Vesper had been found - however, it had been at great reward. Still young, Vesper had just crested nineteen; as a result, Blix had not only struggled with the challenges of parenting an individual a mere nine years younger than herself, but also with teaching him how to be nobility - a skill she’d just barely managed by herself, having been born to common lineage and married pretty damn high up.

He’d done well, though, over the last year - acclimating to a new place was never easy, let alone taking on all of these burdens at once. Blix was proud - and he stood aside her, curled white hair pushed back from his eyes in a rare moment, and dressed in the closest Blix could sway him towards formalwear - a set of fresh leathers, accented with a warm shirt and a coat laid over his shoulders bearing the Thorne family colors. She looked to her adopted child, and nodded. “Ready?” she asked quietly, one brow raised.

“As I’ll ever be. You know I hate this stuff,” Vesper grumbled, and Blix snorted.

“I know.” She raised her voice, addressing those gathered.

“Citizens of Silverloch! Thank you, every one of you, for being present today. We commemorate a new dawn for Silverloch in its entirety with the completion of Cecil’s Crossing, named for our dearly departed duchess, Cecilia Thorne.”

The crowd grew silent for a moment at the mention of Cecilia’s name - Blix saw Vesper’s hands move behind his back, and she absorbed both the grief and the tension present in the crowd. Not all of them had been fond of her; after all, necromantic activity to the point of killing and raising the house staff was... frowned upon, in most minds.

“May her legacy as a ruler of peace and wit be remembered, and may this town serve as a beacon of hope and wealth for Silverloch evermore. It has been a dream of mine to establish a farming town here,” Blix continued, “and thanks to our allies in the Cenarion Circle, this may finally be accomplished. The lands are fertile, and we will have crops for the spring and summer prepared for trade - let this be a new age for not only us, but Duskwood as a whole. Darkness cannot shake our endurance or heart.”

Blix paused for a moment. “Allow me to present, with no small amount of pride - my child and heir, Lord Vesper Thorne.”

The crowd cheered as Vesper stepped forward, much to Blix’s delight. Vesper had taken a role as a servant of the people; he worked closely with the militia, cut no one from conversation, and always had an ear to pass along the street’s whispers to Blix when she couldn’t listen for herself. He was deeply loved, and Blix couldn’t help but be glad for it.

He’d make a fine ruler someday - hopefully, better than she could ever hope to be. Blix listened as Vesper addressed the crowd, brief and to the point. He was never the type for diplomacy or frilled words, as she could be - granted, that was a skill she’d learned years ago from too many days in Stormwind Keep, listening in on the House of Nobles between her own briefings.

“I’m going to be a lot less formal than the Duchess, here, um - honestly, farming isn’t my forte? But, like she said - this is a new time. We can all learn something from each other, and I promise I won’t steal any carrots. May your crops be bountiful, and... ah, have fun, I guess!”

The crowd laughed, giving their applause, and Blix shook her head with a smile. “We’ve brought in performers from all corners of Alliance territories, and a banquet is in the town hall for anyone who’s hungry!” she called. “Celebrate - and envision, with me, a brighter tomorrow for us all.”

Stepping off to the side, the crowd dispersed around Blix and Vesper as she looked to the younger human. “You did great!” she said, wrapping him in a brief hug. “I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vesper crowed, laughing as he patted Blix on the back twice before pulling back. “I’m getting better at the whole ‘future duke’ thing, I guess, but let’s not go launching friggin’ fireworks just yet. I’m gonna go find Dot, this shit makes me itchy.”

“Fine,” Blix conceded, rolling her eyes with a lopsided grin. “Home by seven! We’re doing your favorite for dinner.”

“Raw steak?” Vesper called back, already walking backwards and threatening to disappear into the throng.

“Wh - no! You’re taking after Indy too much!” Blix shouted - but Vesper had already gone.

With a snort, Blix turned, her eyes meeting a familiar pair of gold, and smiled as she held out her hand. “Let’s go join the festivities,” she said quietly. “Maybe we can say hey to your parents, if they’re here.”

[asherlin]

Retired Characters

After a long time and many words written, I left WoW roleplay in mid-2021. While some of my OCs might be re-interpreted in other settings, they aren't continuations. For the foreseeable future, these characters are retired.

Kyuusei Shadowleaf

World of Warcraft, MG-A & WRA-A @kyuusei-shadowleaf​

Cenarion Druid, a child of Ashamane, Kyuusei was a Night Elf often at war with her own nature - and who wished, more than anything, to find the embrace of home. Not just the place, but home of the soul. She's semi-retired to a cottage in Val'sharah, shared with a druidess named Alania, a sapling teldorei, and a sleeping emerald dragon in a nearby meadow. Her epilogue is here.

Seraanna Longveil-Morrowsun

World of Warcraft, MG-A & WRA-A @longveil-morrowsun​

Seraanna Longveil, Marquess of House Morrowsun, found herself pressed by need and adversary almost to her unmaking, but emerged instead a sibyl of the Void’s myriad truths. The ren'dorei has left her apartment that once overlooked Stormwind Harbor and is now rumored to have taken up residence on the grounds of the Temple of the Jade Serpent, where she practices calligraphy, dances with a fox, and listens. Her coda is here.

Annadia Thorn-Morrowsun

World of Warcraft, MG-A @annadia-thorn​

The younger daughter of Morrowsun, Annadia wields blades and sheds blood as easily as her dear sister Seraanna twists Shadow. Apprenticed among the cartels of Murder Row, Annadia flirts with darkness and gives allegiance to none - save for her undying love for the last living remnant of her family. She now flits from place to place, rarely seen long, more shadow and rumor than fact. Her coda is shared with her sister.

Tavarres Stagheart

World of Warcraft, MG-A @tavarres​

Old beyond reckoning with calm patience to match, the hermit’s son was driven from his mountain by Cataclysm only to find a Grey Path laid by one even older than himself. Only a few voices among the capricious and short-lived ever truly caught his ear. Perhaps he's returned to Stonetalon, or found interest in ancient lands that make him feel young again.

“So practiced and poised, but beneath it he is ready to snap your neck in an instant. He is hiding something.” – Mozelle Deliond

[glaivereaver]

| BIOGRAPHY | Name: Kaelan (left) and Baldivan (right) Glaivereaver Race: Kaldorei Age: ~10,500 Birthday: Long Forgotten Birthplace: Ashenvale Unique Features: Golden Eyes, Baldivan has tattoos

| PERSONAL | Profession(s): Kaelan is a druid, Baldivan does odd jobs. Hobbies: Druidism / Magic Relationship Status: Widowers Family: 1 Daughter and 1 Grandson known alive

| REPUTATION | Alignment: Neutral Good Faction: Alliance Affiliations: Cenarion Circle, Eldre’thalas (formerly), Kirin Tor

| OTHER | Unique Abilities: Kaelan has an affinity for the bear and stag forms and is capable of bringing many plants back to life- and some creatures. Baldivan is a fairly powerful spellblade and is able to tap into his tattoo’s reserves for a boost. Background: For much of their lives, they travelled throughout the world, mostly through Kalimdor. After they’ve ‘seen it all’ on their home continent, they settled down around 5k years ago and shared a wife. She had a few more children than the average Kaldorei, and both of her mates gladly took the role of father for all her children. After she died, the frat twins left Kalimdor to explore more of the world beyond. They often still travel abroad.

| HOOKS | Frequently Found In: Stormwind, Ashenvale, Moonglade Your Character Might Know Mine If: Lived pre-sundering, travelled a lot, Moon Guard, Cenarion Circle

[veridianora]

“Beyond the Veil,” a short story explaining how most of my characters get to Shadowlands.

Thyria trudged into a cabin in the Argent Tournament grounds, flicking snow off shoulders. With a relieved sigh, she pulled off her boots, the cold and wet just starting to seep through. Her black tiger and hunting companion, Veridiana, softly padded over to the fireplace and laid down. As she slung off her bow and quiver, a knock at the door made her pause.

“Miss Wildward?” A young Argent squire stood stiffly at the entrance.

“Yes, that is I.” 

“I have a letter from King Greymane. I was told it was urgent.”

Thyria frowned slightly. She had been fighting against the Scourge in Icecrown for weeks now, trying to keep them from spreading throughout Azeroth. She wondered what could be more urgent.

She raised a graceful arm and took the plain letter. “Thank you. Stay safe.”

The squire left with a bow. Thyria closed the cabin door and sat at her desk, intent on opening the letter as soon as possible.

Dear Thyria,

I have heard of your service in Northrend, and I commend you for it. I fear, however, there may be a more dangerous mission for which we need you. We, being the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde left on this plane. You have shown dedication to protecting Azeroth, and not just within faction lines. We have selected you to rebalance the world in this moment; by entering the rift to the Shadowlands, and bringing back our leaders.

You will not do this alone. We have been in communications with the Ebon Blade, who are already able to cross the veil. Additionally, we ask you to name more heroes you feel will be suited to this task. Ideally, individuals who have faction neutrality, yet still have an interest in rescuing the world leaders. 

Should you accept, write back or take the portal to see me in Stormwind. We are preparing to leave within a fortnight.

Genn Greymane

Thyria sat and stared at the fire. To cross the veil… into the realm of death. She had adventured to countless dangerous lands before, but this… It could be a point of no return. But, she reminded herself, it already may be for Anduin, Baine. And Elune knows Tyrande isn’t likely to let the Banshee Queen run and hide. Thyria wouldn’t let her High Priestess go alone.

She took out some parchment and a simple quill, penning back a letter. The least she could do was identify strong heroes to come with her, so that they’d have each others’ backs.

Genn,

I would feel better about venturing into the realm of death with these individuals by my side.

Mituka Prairiecall. My colleague on various ecological expeditions. A tauren druid of the Cenarion Circle, Mituka puts faction lines secondary to preserving life. Her ideals align with Baine, meaning she would want to rescue him for the good of the tauren people, as well as to facilitate peace between the factions.

Sartruenne of Vashj’ir. A selfless, bright gilgoblin who has consistently gone out of her way to help the downtrodden. Sartruenne is a capable fighter and survivalist, wielding spears and tridents to down her quarry. Belonging to no faction, she would seek to defend Azeroth from this new threat.

Lyreae Sirendawn. I fought with her to liberate Suramar. Since then, she has travelled the world and grown into a powerful astromancer. For her role in freeing the Nightborne, I believe she would want to help Tyrande as much as any night elf.

All three are currently fighting the Scourge, in Icecrown or otherwise. I will wait for you to contact them in the spirit of discretion. I believe my contacts in the Ebon Blade, Cora Ka’an and Periael Driftkeen, have already been called to their duties, but I vouch for them as well.

I will see you soon.

Thyria Wildward

***

“No way. This wasn’t an invitation.” 

“Ma, you think we’re going to let you go by yourself into another world? When we just found each other again?” Tess asked with some exasperation, her grey eyes pleading. The harvest witch was seated comfortably on a couch, next to her younger sister Solyssa. 

“It’s dangerous. No one knows what we’ll find. The Ebon Blade are the most equipped to handle this.” Cora’s voice was razor sharp as she looked at her daughters who now surrounded her.

“Then why is Thyria going?” Jay piped up, leaning casually against the wall of the Boralus shack that they had made their family base of operations.

“She and her team have centuries more experience than you. She knows the risks. The living are not supposed to walk that realm.”

“Hey, you’re not supposed to walk this realm either. Yet here you are.” Nettie said with a smirk, her flowing robes spilled around her on the carpeted floor.

Cora gave her a look, and then let out a barking laugh. “I guess there’s no convincing you kids.”

Cora sighed and rubbed her temples. Jay’s golden eyes glistened with excitement, while Tess and Solyssa looked more concerned. Nettie’s steady glowing gaze, typical of the Forsaken, reminded her that she wasn’t the only one with experience of going beyond the Veil.

“Fine. I want you preparing immediately. Don’t rely on any one source of power. Settle your affairs.”

“At least let me finish my tea first,” Tess said.

Cora smiled. “You know, sometimes I think about what a miracle it is that we are all here.” She looked over to Sol and Tess. “You all could have never made it out of Gilneas, or you could’ve been shot by that fool Godfrey even if you did.”

Tess reached over to hold Solyssa’s hand at that. Solyssa nodded solemnly.

Cora examined her eldest daughter, the spitting image of a competent captain. “Jay built her own crew, gave us a foothold in Kul’Tiras when I was returning as a wanted woman. Even so, never thought I’d get better treatment than Lady Jaina!” Jay chuckled.

Her youngest daughter exuded calm, but she knew there were deep, swirling currents underneath. “And Nettie… Perhaps there is a reason that two of us experienced undeath. So that we could be the guides in this new realm.”

“So it is settled. We’ll go on this adventure together.”

[risrielthron]

Risri Elthron

“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever…It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

Name: Risri Elthron Nickname: Ris, Big Bear Race: Kaldorei FC: Erica Cerra Language(s): Common, Darnassian, Thalassian and some Orcish. Height: 6′2″ Body Type: Lean, fit. Eye Color: Silver Hair Color: Purple Age: 409 Notable Scars, Marks, etc: None. Tattoos/Piercings: Claw tattoos on her face. First Appearances: She always appears very well put together, always has a notebook and her camera.

Personality: The Consul (ESFJ-A). Consuls are altruists, and they take seriously their responsibility to help and to do the right thing. Consuls love to be of service, enjoying any role that allows them to participate in a meaningful way, so long as they know that they are valued and appreciated. Consul personalities respect hierarchy, and do their best to position themselves with some authority, at home and at work, which allows them to keep things clear, stable and organized for everyone.

Can Currently Be Found In: Stormwind, occasionally on her travels for photography reasons can be found anywhere in Azeroth

Would They Be Known: She is the former owner and operator of @the-royal-courier.  Her picture has been in the paper several times and would be recognizable from that factor.  She currently owns @moment-in-time-rp​​​, a photography studio in Stormwind. She has run photo booths in the past at community events. She also writes a column for the Alliance Free Press occasionally.

OOC INFORMATION:

What I’m Looking For: Character progression as well as story/plot progression. Friendships or hateships are good! Pre-established relationships are okay, just chat with me first. Fandom: World of Warcraft. Sole Faction or Cross-Faction: Sole Faction. Faction I Play: Alliance. Server: Moonguard / WrA version available upon request Venues I Actively Roleplay In:  Discord, Tumblr, and in game Favorite Type of RP: Friendship, Adventure, Small Social Circles Triggers: I do not condone any sexual harm to a minor. Period. Things I Will Not RP: Ultra-taboo, degradation, explicit content with minors. RP Strong Points: I am usually good about giving you something to play off of, whether it be a question or action. I typically write paragraphs but I don’t care if you do or not. I don’t usually put a lot of filler words in. RP Weak Points: I get anxious when more than three people sometimes. I can sometimes slow down an RP because I’m typing a response. I feel I am horrible with rapid fire RP.  What To Expect:  A very calm disposition, friendly, quiet most of the time. Where I RP: Prefer in-game or discord depending on the availability/content. Will do tumblr as well.

Shadowlands:  Risri is not IC in the Shadowlands and at this moment has not been there.

RP HOOKS:

A Moment in Time: Risri owns a little photography studio on the canal side of the Trade District in Stormwind. Visitors would find photographs she has taken at events and around the worlds on the walls up for display or purchase (mostly landscapes for purchase).  She also does photo shoots in her studio (think family portrait).  She can be hired to take photos for events (she had done several weddings) or even for special reasons.  This is the perfect venue to meet Risri whether you’re just browsing or coming in to schedule something in particular.

Cenarion Circle: Risri is a member of the Cenarion Circle. Anyone who is a member could know Risri or know of her. She became a druid with the circle about 100 years ago. Druid things are always welcome whether is teaching or just chatting about events.

Other ideas:  Risri once ran @the-royal-courier​ many people know of her from those days, its okay to be one of them without chatting to me first. She often wanders taking photos out in the city, maybe she snapped one of you - its perfectly fine to question or even be angry that she did so, or even ask for a copy!

Art credit: 1st: @BBergolts on twitter, 2nd: @MischiArt on twitter, 3rd: @thedawnsart​

[moriamu]

LFRP/Contact - Moriamu Ghosthorn

The Basics ––– –

Age:  Mid 30′s

Birthday: October 10th

Race: Mulgore Tauren

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual/Male preference

Martial Status: Single

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Black with white streak

Eyes: Violet

Height:  9′5

Build: Athletic build, strong.

Distinguishing Marks:  White stripe up nose, scar across bridge of nose. Scars around wrists and inner forearms.

Common Accessories: Small antler shaped earrings. Flowers in hair/braids. Elk skull on hip.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Balance Druid, Co-Commander for the Grey Militia

Hobbies:  Gardening, alchemy, bee keeping, reading.

Residence:  Thunder Bluff on Spirit Rise, though often found at the Militia HQ in the Valley of Wisdom.

Languages: Orcish, Taurahe, Nerglish, Common

Birthplace: Mulgore

Religion: Devotee of Malorne

Patron Deity: Apa’ro (Malorne)

Affiliations: The Grey Militia, Cenarion Circle

Fears: Losing loved ones, betrayal.

Relationships –––-

PARTNERS:

Relationship Status: Single

Best Friend: Berry Nightbloom

Adopted Children: Inara

FAMILY:

The elders of Thunder Bluff are her family. She was given up as a calf since her parents were too young to raise a child.

PETS:

Tulip, the black honeybee.

Tia the spider

Fabio the beetle

Several blue butterflies

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Occasionally. A pipe with smoking herbs.

Drugs: Rarely.

Alcohol:  Not often. Very rare.

RP Hooks ––– –

*Hiring the help of the Grey Militia

*Hired for gardening/alchemy/potion making

*Healing

*Beekeeping and animal care

*Herbal knowledge and identification

*Flower arrangements

*Funeral Rights

[solariaevermourn]

31.07.2020

I sealed the deal with Silvermoon today. The Dawning estate has been left abandoned ever since the Scourge invaded and nobody has made an offer - nobody could afford it. They seemed elated to finally get it off their hands! They kept reminding me that the land has long since been reclaimed by nature. I told them I like, LOVE nature! And they love me. Once they see what I do with the land, they’re gonna love me even more. My project in the Eastern Plaguelands is proving fruitful! Or vegetable-ful, I should say! The family has already had a harvest of new potatoes. They sent a couple to the Cenarion Circle for testing, and they’re perfectly edible! Once they’ve harvested their final batch this August, I’ll have them move to the Dawning - Evermourn - Estate’s grounds to start working the land here instead! I trust these people, they’re really good, and they’re gonna need a place to live once winter sets in.  Vitali is moving with us to the new Estate as groundskeeper. She’ll get the Groundskeeper’s hut. She says she wants to start training guards, and I think that’s an excellent idea! I had a long talk with Nitali. The Silvermoon estate will still be in my name, but she’ll get full reign over it. The majority of the maids and guards will come with us to the new Evermourn Estate, but a few are staying behind with her. She says she’s considering making a Bed and Breakfast - that’s SO cute. I’m gonna miss living with her. I love her so much!!! But she promises to visit a lot, and besides, she’s insisting that she oversees the first month at the new Estate to make sure all the maids are up to par!  I got a moving notification in the mail this morning. Symerenia’s officially moved to Hearthglen. Not gonna lie, I didn’t expect that - I hadn’t even brought up my plans to her yet! Maybe she just knew. She’s smart like that. I’ll buy her a new place whenever she wants to, maybe something closer to her duties! I’m sure she’d like that!!!

It feels like we’re all grown up now. Going our seperate ways. I mean, all our lives will be entwined forever - Vitali and Nitali and Sym are a part of me that I could never get rid of. But here we are. I’m about to get married, Vitali’s getting her own place and a promotion, Nitali starting her own business at her new place, Symerenia moving away...... What a year this has been. And holy shit what an ENTRY this has been! Gosh, I need to write more often, I obviously have a lot to say!!!

[sharpen-jadescythe]

Sharpen was almost an SI: 7 Seal

Source: Pinterest

Read time: 20 mins, maybe less?

The water was loud, stinging, damn freezing. Sharpen knew he was being punished by the ocean that day. Every stroke through the icy saltwater sent pain ripping back through his bicep, up into his shoulders, a hot thread he could imagine, searing down his spine.

He knew he was at the head of the pack. The other ‘seal pups’, if they weren’t half dead, were benefiting from the drag he created in the water as he lunged, and kicked. Another guy had almost been hanging on his back, he was so desperate to keep up with him.

Sharpen’s first instinct was to let the poor guy hang on. He was a fellow Alliance comrade, and there was no reason to let him drown. But then this guy started to throw his whole weight on the Night Elf’s body, and Sharpen knew drowning was a real risk. Sharpen then suspected it was Hael--that hotheaded Dwarf who’d tried to keep him up the night before their endurance test with drinking games. Bastard really wasn’t playing around this time! Or, Hael was freezing and panicked. But this was beyond foolish, and who knew what beasts were down in that water, watching for any in the squadron of swimmers to show weakness and struggle. Hael could get them both killed.

“Seals survive. Seals overcome at any cost... For the Alliance!”

Sharpen knew what SI: 7 Seal training demanded of him. And, he accepted halfway into the race that swimming on this scale was no different than any fist fight he’d been in. The water was brutalizing them, he’d been kicked ‘accidentally’ in the face, twice. Good thing Sharpen gulped air every few strokes and didn’t need his bleeding nose to really breathe in this element.

“Hael, cut it out!”

Talking was a waste. A waste of breath, energy, time. Two other men pulled ahead while Sharpen floundered, trying to deal with the anxious Dwarf.

Sharpen threw his body, rolling as easily as any real seal could, then punched Hael in the jaw. Sharpen then completed his swing under the water, punching into a new powerful stroke.

Hael was gurgling somewhere behind him now, splashing with new determination. Hopefully coming to his senses. But that felt... wrong.

SI: 7 made it clear that they only wanted the best people available. They were to prove their status, without a doubt. Anyone who fell short ‘was like a kid with a firecracker’ considered to be a danger Seal missions and the Alliance.

It hurt to do that to Hael, but it also sort of proved Matthias Shaw’s theories.

Now, Sharpen was at the head of the pack again. The Draenei man, Milnon Anaar and Felicia Graves, who was a Human, but could have been born a mermaid, they were the ones who managed to lap Sharpen before, when Hale jumped him. But they intelligently let Sharpen re-gain his lead and did much the same thing as Hale was doing. Going easily in Sharpen’s current as he swam hardest of all. A few strokes more and they’d pull up and lap him again.

It wasn’t necessary to do. The top three, surely all of those would get taken on. But nobody wanted to take a chance. Anybody else might pull some trick and race ahead. A sudden wave might knock them aside and send Hael careening to the front. They were supposed to leave nothing to chance, and have contingency plans ontop of that.

SI: 7 Seals got dropped into situations precisely like this one, in nothing but their standard Alliance swim skivvies beneath whatever light equipment they could swim in. (Today, the instructors were being ‘nice’ letting them swim in just the standard blue trunks, with a bold white ‘A’ on the hip.) These were the men and women who got deployed in the most politically imbalanced or unnatural situations but that was their whole purpose, survive and then to force hope and a foothold. The first Alliance agent in Voldun, who got the pirates and a few other locals to give them the edge and stop the Horde--he was an SI: 7 agent. Another Night Elf, actually. Silas Freedale.

A bit biased, but it was the other reason Matthias and some of the other officials were looking at Sharpen to ace this fitness test. Night Elves were showing themselves to be excellent swimmers. SI: 7 Seals who were druids, those were rare. That talent was usually already snapped up by the Cenarion Circle.

Fitness test? Feels more like a fitness assault, but okay...

Sharpen lifted his head up for breath and a final glance at the icy shore. Northrend was more or less settled after the Lich King conflict. The first one back to Honor Hold should have their spot in the Seals secure.

Sharpen wanted to give way and let Milnon and Felicia take it. He was tired. Then, somehow, Sharpen got angry. Furious. This contest felt like a waste of time. There were more dire causes... something about being a Seal was so much more than competitive. It was about glory, being able to brag about it. Some of them retired with a big payout after only a few body-obliterating years in the service and started up their own mercenary firms that did really well. That didn’t actually feel like serving the Alliance, or his people for that matter. How much good could a guy do while his ego was that puffed up, feeling better than the regular footsoldiers who flung themselves into the front lines. And those men and women treated each other like family, saw their stake in the conflict that way. Milnon or Felicia, cute as she was in that blue and white bikini, either of them would gut Sharpen if they got the chance. Sabatoge him to have his spot, with a smile. Not a fancy chance to show off. And to get there? Kicking people in the head, battering them when they have every right to fear drowning or being eaten by some shark...

Times like this, the SI: 7 Seals felt like a bunch of snooty arseholes.

Then, speaking of, the torpedo-like shadow of something in the depths, trailing him, snapped Sharpen out of his uglier thoughts. The shark was busy racing him to the shore, drawn in by the scent of his bloody nose.

They had a few more strokes before they had to do anything about overtaking Sharpen, but Milnon and Felicia suddenly started pulling ahead. It was because they’d seen it, too. The shark knew Sharpen was the more tired one, and wanted to try picking him off.

“Bastards... you’d leave me to a shark?!”

But that was another part of the test. Everyone told them this. And a realistic scenario for an SI: 7 Seal, at that. Eventhough all of this felt like the exact opposite of what the Alliance stood for.

Sharpen had enough. He finally fought for it. He elbowed Felicia in the face when she attempted to shove his head down, so he couldn’t get a breath. Milnon must have really been pissed, because he attempted to tackle and just drag Sharpen down with his sheer bulk. Sharpen rolled as he had before, to punch out Hale. Milnon would have seen that same move before. Sharpen guessed as much, since it was mainly a fake. He hooked an arm under Milnon’s bigger one, then tensed biceps, his whole rippling upper body in the effort to drag him in the shallows. Sharpen then regained his shorelegs first, and slammed the big blue Draenei hard into sandy, shallow water. Milnon was furious and grabbed Sharpen’s ankle. Sharpen jammed his foot into Milnon’s shoulder, came up with a hard kick beneath the Draenei’s tentacled jaw. Sharpen later admitted to himself that some of that was revenge.

Then, nose and mouth bloodied, sopping wet, foamy water sliding down over his hanging shoulders, his naked back, the flimsy little blue trunks sliding down one hip, Sharpen marched his big, coral-colored, green haired Night Elf self right up to the officials waiting there.

One of them had to be Mathias Shaw, because when Sharpen throttled the first real, fully-fledged SI: 7 Seal he saw, throwing them down into the sand and screaming at the top of his lungs that they were a rotten, man-eating organization for putting him through this abuse for a whole year, exposing him to these horrifying personalities, and they could shove his commission up their own flagrant arseholes...

Sharpen was sent home immediately and never got another communication from the Seals again.

But, seeing as how those sexy Alliance swimtrunks were very hard to come by? Sharpen most definitely kept those.

[tragedycraft]

Much had changed for the former Green Aspect. With the death of her student Malfurion. There was a void within the leadership of the Cenarion Circle that needed to be filled. While she would have preferred one of the younger, mortal races to take the role, Ysera felt that she needed to honor her fallen student by taking his place. Many duties had fallen on her shoulders as Ysera only returned to the Emerald Dream when she was required. She had survived the Emerald Nightmare and her encounter with the Orc Saurfang and the Banshee. The Banshee Queen had erased whole families in seconds as she set the World Tree alight. Gone was the Dreamer’s nature to allow another to see reason as far gone as the Banshee.

The Banshee was like a weed that needed to be pulled or it would choke the life around it. Even as she mused over many events and past regrets. The sound of foot falls was enough to draw her to the here and now. Ysera’s eyes had been closed and remained so. An old habit that became one of confront in troubling times.

“Come forward, I had heard your approach.” 

@bow-women​ (Shandris)

[margorutherford]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name: Margo Rutherford

Eye Color: Amber

Hair: Reddish Brown

Height: 5′0″

Clothing Style: Revealing clothing to display her scars, but very Witchy and loose. Boho, almost.

Best Physical Feature: “I’m quite proud of my body, scars, stretchmarks and all. Its my vessel, it carries my stories well.”

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Your Fears: "The Ocean. Ohoho, you think its so nice and peaceful don’t you? Sitting on the beach dreaming of getting out there? WRONG - Its full of dangers untold. Monsters, and Starbitches, and Tiny things that prick you and can kill you. And don’t get me started on suckers. ...And cielings. I hate buildings. I prefer an open sky. ....And cages. And loss. So what if I have alot of fears?”

Your Guilty Pleasure: “I rarely indulge in the finer things. I have no need for it, and so I reject it.... But... Sometimes, especially during my pregnancy with River, I’d have my husband sneaking to town to buy me boxes of caramels and chocolates.”

Your Biggest Pet Peeve: “Gilnean Druids. What the fuck? You are Gilnean so you come as a Witch, not a Druid. To become a Druid you have to reject and throw away your history as a Witch, and follow the Cenarion Circle blindly. To abandon your culture so quickly -- Tis one of my greatest pet peeves.” ((Margo’s thoughts, not the writer’s thoughts))

Your Ambition for the Future: "I want to raise an extremely large family of talented, intelligent, and compassionate Witches. I wish to bring back the Harvest Witch culture and share it with the World.”

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

Your First Thoughts Waking Up: “I begin with making a list for the day, starting with taking care of my youngest two. Getting them fed and changed for the day is the most important start, followed by getting the eldest two dressed and washed up. Then I can start breakfast. I’m a mother! I tend to my family. We have quite a bit of property, with quite a bit of things to do!” She laughed brightly.

What You Think About the Most:  “It depends on the day, but most of my thoughts I would say are dedicated to my children.”

What You Think About Before Bed: “Again, I start making a list. Lists... Help. They sort my mind better than anything else.”

You Think Your Best Quality Is: "My Kindness. I want to help anyone and everyone. My husband thinks its a dangerous flaw... But I’m still alive after this time, yes?”

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: "Well... Tough question for me, considering I’m not only with my husband but with two others, Norah and Wade. I suppose a balance is needed, some alone time with my Husband, and then group time with my other loves.” She blinked a few times, before nodding surely. “Boooooooth?” Margo smirked

To be Loved or Respected: "...Respect. I know that sounds harsh, but I’ve been deeply and passionately loved by someone who could not respect my thoughts, my words, or my time. I made the decision to leave, and found myself happier even without his love.”

Beauty or Brains: “Brains, of course.”

Dogs or Cats: "I love all animals. I’d have a pet crocolisk if Laszlo would let me. But I have a special bond with the pup my husband bought me as a gift. So I suppose Dogs -- just don’t tell my cats Finneas and Pancake.”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: “I will always keep my word to you-- But yes. Occasionally to others I may lie. But I’m terribly dreadful at lying, anyone can tell. Laszlo teases me of all my ‘tells’.”

Believe in Yourself: "Absolutely.”

Believe in Love: "Without a doubt.”

Want Someone: "My Laszlo.”

LAYER SIX: EVER?

Been on Stage: "Not particularly. But I have presented about Harvest Witch culture before to groups.”

Done Drugs: “Depends on what you consider a drug, but yes. Plenty.”

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: "When I’m to Drustvar, or any cities or towns in Boralus I tend to dress like the common folk. The same with my daughters. Although we’re merely Harvest Witches, I’d be afraid we’d be hung up in nooses for all the bones and furs we wear.”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES

Favorite Color: "A deeper red. Also, green.”

Favorite Animal: "Theres no way  I could possibly decide that... I love them all in different ways...” She tapped on her lower lip with her index in thought for a few seconds before she said, “The Lynx.”

Favorite Game: "I set my girls up with parchments almost every day as part of their education. A description of reagants I want them to find in the area around our home. Daffodils, clovers, apples, certain varieties of mushrooms. I know they’re all there, but its almost like a ‘Seeking’ game. I love them, and the girls do too. To be perceptive and still enough to find the smallest details is always fun.”

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

Day Your Next Birthday Will Be: "April 30th.”

How Old Will You Be: “Twenty... Six? Twenty five? I don’t know.”  

Age You Lost Your Virginity: “Quite young. To be honest it wasn’t such a big deal at the time. I think in heinsight I would have scolded myself more. But it was with people I trust so... I look back to those years fondly.”

Does Age Matter: “No, consent is what matters.”

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL

Best Personality: “Kindness, humorous, compassionate, and willing to know and understand I am entirely free in every way. Someone who will never attempt to snuff out who I am.”

Best Eye Color: “Pale Silver”

Best Hair Color: “Ashen blonde.”

Best thing to do with a Partner:  The Witch suddenly laughed, shaking her head. “Really! Must I even say?! No, surely you know the best thing to do with a Partner... Beyond hiking”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: "My Family.”

I feel: “Finally comfortable and safe.”

I hide: “I cannot read or write very well. I’ve practiced over the years but most of our culture was by word of mouth... I had no reason to learn writing, and quite frankly rejected it.”

I miss: “My friends and family I have lost over the years.”

I wish: "For my children to grow into wonderful, happy people.” @goldsworn​

[harrowedlight]

Correspondence: Lady Sil’davar

@divinists-daughter

@azerothpenpalproject

To: Lady Réalta Sil’davar

From: Caspiron Aven

<The following letter is written in Orcish, in a beautifully crisp, even handwriting. The parchment smells slightly of silversage.>

Ith’el kanesh, Lady Sil’davar,

I hope this letter finds you well, and that me writing first is not being so forward of me - truth is, when Lady Emberward disclosed who became my assigned partner, I got rather excited.

My name is Caspiron Aven; I am a battle-cleric of the Conclave and for the Argent Crusade. You might remember me from the lecture from a few weeks back, at Light’s Hope, though I would fault you not if you do not, as I’ve not spoken up much. Hard times are bearing down on us once again, and we all need a little guidance from each other - it was an enlightening experience to listen to different perspectives on the powers we wield (or chose not to wield), and also on the different aspects of the forces we are - or thought to have been - thoroughly familiar with for a long while now.

But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself, and I am certain you’d like to hear something other than philosophical ramblings about our impending doom, for it rarely bodes well for a starting conversation.

I was born in Hearthglen - a Lordaeronian town on the northern parts of the eastern continent -, near forty-two years ago. My family was a house of lesser nobility, who had purchased their title merely a decade before my birth. I had two sisters, Alethia and Vespira. I was the youngest of us three, and thus the one who was to be entrusted to the Church of the Holy Light. 

As a youth I had spent most of my time studying to become a priest of the Church. It was a noble enough pathway to me - my eldest sister, Alethia, was sent abroad to Dalaran to hone her budding arcane prowess, while Vespira was studying to become a knight to my same order, thus sent away to become a squire in the Capital. I was the only one to remain in my hometown. I did not mind. The Abbey was a family of its own kind, in a way. In my later years, I cared for the youngest children that were given to our care for education and training - though “later years” sounds silly in retrospect, I could not have been more than sixteen at the time. Not even sure how young that might sound in terms of Shal’dorei aging.

Over this time did I learn the ins and hows on how to channel the Light to heal others. I knew how to soothe one’s pain, be that a scrape on the knee, a toothache, or a dislocated shoulder. We’ve learnt how to get rid of poison from one’s bloodstream, how to set a shattered femur, how to stem the flow of blood from a nicked artery. I… do not think we’ve ever learnt how to hurt others with the Light, not at the time. It felt like a surreal concept, back then, even though I did know how holy warriors would wield its radiance like a weapon. I do not say this for lack of ambition, but at the time… healing seemed enough to me. 

It was an awfully lacking perspective, of course, one I could not fall back on upon when I was raised again. I do not wish to bore you with the details, but it took me an awful lot of time to even learn of the Balance itself; for to the Church of the Holy Light, anything having to do with the Shadow is frowned upon, if not outright condemned as heresy. To give into it was a concept adjacent to betraying oneself.

This is why the Sisterhood of Elune had always intrigued me ever since I’ve learnt of them. My knowledge of their teachings - your teachings - is awfully limited, however. Mother Moon’s gentler side had scarcely been familiar to me; the rare times I had had the chance to discuss its theology was while working alongside Cenarion initiates and Argent volunteers.

But I have been rambling on for long enough now. I only wish to reiterate that I am extremely honoured to have this opportunity with you, Lady Sil’davar - it came as the most pleasant and exciting surprise to have you assigned as my writing partner, and I am looking dearly forward to our correspondence. And again, I do hope I have not came off as too forward with this letter, nor was my tone overly personal. 

If not… I would have a question, though if my words thus far have not been that forthcoming, these might be so: under the cover of Suramar’s magical dome, how did your faith and conviction came to flourish so? How did Her Light find you below it all? Should this be a sensitive subject, I shall not pry further - but I do find great comfort in the way the Light finds us at times when we need it the most.

I wish you the very best, and am looking forward to your response! Should you have any sort of question, I would be happy to answer to the best of my ability - and would delight in whatever debate this might bring forth!

With warmest regards,

Caspiron

[thestarstriker]

<The Dreamgrove. Val’sharah.>

Sapphron was tired.

She had always thought the total defeat of Sargeras would bring her immense relief. The demons, gone. Azeroth free of them—maybe even forever, this time. She had been so helpless the last time they came; they had burned her city to ash, had nearly stolen her brother and mothers from her—

And she had been powerless. Even with all of Shan’do Idris’s training. Even with centuries spent studying in the Dream. She had failed her family, the Circle, the kaldorei...

She made sure it would not happen again. When the Burning Legion touched down on the Outland, she was there. When they began creeping through the alternate Draenor, she was there.

When they came back for Azeroth, she was there. And she repelled them at every turn.

That should have been the end. Sapphron thought, with Sargeras’s defeat, she could finally Sleep.

But the Dark Titan plunged his sword into the earth, and from there, all hell broke loose. From there, the real battles began.

Horde and Alliance forces, overcome with jealousy and envy. Fighting for Azeroth’s own blood. They toppled the Undercity for it.

They burned Teldrassil for it.

And Sapphron had been no better than them. She was consumed by insatiable rage, the very gift of Goldrinn she only felt in her feral form or in the Fangs—suddenly, it was in her blood. Her eyes. Her mind.

Never had she pledged a specific allegiance to the Alliance. As more kaldorei joined, Sapphron stayed away, lurking in the isolation and neutrality of the Cenarion Circle.

They burned Teldrassil.

It was her breaking point. She donned blue and gold, she slaughtered Horde forces in the name of the Lions. She had never used her feral form so much, and infused with the gift of Goldrinn, she was unstoppable. A force of pure, unbridled reckoning.

But she had been blind. All of them had been so blind to the horrors that lurked beneath them, stirring, rising...

She was so angry. She was an easy target, lured so easily by Xal’atath, claimed so effortlessly by It.

It.

Her eyes open. Bright, brilliant amber, one duller than the other with semi-blindness. She does not cry. Even now, her heart only wages war, furious, hateful.

The Horde? The Alliance? They are as irrelevant as she has always known. They are pawns to Azshara, to It, and she had finally been tricked into the ruse.

She can hear It. Whispering. N’zoth. And one Other. Stirring...

A knock comes to the door of her office. Sapphron starts, her eyes sharp and feral before she recognizes it for what it is. Wordless she stands, and with a wave of her hand, the wooden entrance unfolds to a Circle messenger at her doorstep.

He salutes. “Today’s reports, Archdruid.”

Sapphron’s eyes flicker from his face to the stack of missives in his hand. She accepts them, and then waves the entrance of her burrow closed without ever speaking a word.

Taking the letters back to her office high in the great tree that comprised her home, Sapphron gets to work immediately. The reports are one the same, speaking of Its spread, void attacks, people overcome with insanity. She reads, numb to it all. The Other One chuckles, weak, but stirring.

Then, finally, she gives pause. The Void’s agents have touched Moonglade, and she feels that burning rage rebound. She reads on, about the kaldorei druid who fended it away with the powers of frost and a feral form as white as his ice—

And aid. Strangers. Knights.