#Lysonia

[scalecallerpeak]

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Yeah this is how Spires of Ascension went down wdym....

[mrnicegirl-remade]

eating a hot pocket slowly and chewing pensively while thinking of lysonia and eridia toxic yuri.... (chews thoughtfully)

[mysdrymmumbles]

This will either be at the end of Chapter 2 or somewhere in chapter three:

Lysonia stalls in the air there in front of him, and despite her tone, Adrestes has known her long enough to know that she is tense. It is in the way she holds herself, the way her fingertips keep brushing against the blade that rests on her hip. She watches him with something that looks almost like...suspicion. What he could have done to earn such a greeting is beyond him. They have been friends for eons. He was a disciple of Loyalty before becoming polemarch and they served together, flew together, made each other laugh and cry... Perhaps it is something to do with the draught or...or just something he can get her to open up about later. For now, there is no reason to treat her differently. Adrestes motions toward the entrance to the realm in the distance. "Kalisthene claims there is a living mortal in the realm." "A living mortal, here?" Lysonia snorts. She looks ready to dismiss the idea entirely, but then pauses. "Where?" "Olympic village," Adrestes says. "I'm going to go take a look and thought you might like to join me." There is a reluctance in Lysonia. She starts to look back toward her temple, but then reconsiders and simply nods to Adrestes. "Let me just send word to Devos." "Of course."

[tiefsterwinter]

Harold..

[theuser]

Kyrian Campaign

Let’s talk about the kyrian covenant campaign! Spoilers, of course. I finished it the week that the end was unlocked and enjoyed it. While I didn’t have a problem with any of it, it really started to pick up part way through. So, a brief summary. After helping Kleia with her final trial, she becomes Ascended. During her ascension, Uther leads the Forsworn in an attack on Elysian Hold and damages…

[dragormir]

Varos joined the Kyrian solely for the opportunity to punch Uther the Lightbringer in the face, but once he started to settle in, he realized that becoming one of the Ascended when he finally passed would suit him quite well after the turmoil of his life on Azeroth.

(Seen here: Preparing a lecture to deliver after he finishes healing a party member.)

[thestormwhispers]

I’‘ll never get tired of seeing these two babes together

[aleanas-silverquill]

Eridia’s account of meeting her Soulbind, Lysonia.

[scalecallerpeak]

This is what Devos did immindantly after the Archon yelled at her in front of everyone <3

[krimzie]

“Despite all your grand designs, there’s still some shred of your mortality haunting you, as if the Banshee Queen hasn’t entirely eclipsed the Ranger General.”

Shreds. Soul fragments. Soul shards. Echoes of anger, hate, trauma. The fragment of Lysonia. 

What if every time Sylvanas was yoinked back from the Maw via the val’kyr, more and more of her soul fragmented? Or, if this is what Frostmourne does, will we be able to restore her whole soul? Will she get access to the full spectrum of feelings and memories again? Jeez, will she get to see in color again? Will she get to think about things like how much she loves her goddamn sister without feeling like she’s being stabbed?

Blizz pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease 

[mysdrymmumbles]

Meanwhile, the Bad Guys...

Everything breaks down because the Maw Walker was not supposed to escape.

Zovaal doesn't get how they managed. He was right fucking there.

And that, btw, is why he DOESN'T destroy the waystone. He knows that if he does that, he shows that what just happened shouldn't have, and sows doubt in his minions' minds. He can't have that, not when he's so close.

Another hundred years and...

And it's really hard to get messages out of the Maw, but he'd better get on that.

In the meantime Thedrin goes back to Bastion to report what he's seen and gets intercepted by Lysonia because he flies too close to Loyalty.

Devos hears his concerns and redirects him to Maldraxxus, to talk to Kel'thuzad about rallying the army. Crisis averted for now, but they need to start moving faster. Things aren't set to go just yet.

Sire Denathrius is chilling with some anima wine, figuring how much more anima he can get from the souls on hand when he feels the distinct intrusion of something...new into his realm.

By the time he tucks away his secret ledgers and heads over, they are gone. If this person came from the Maw, then surely they are a messenger from his brother, yes? So why did they leave?

Devos sends Kin-tara over to find out what the mortals are telling Oribos. Kin-tara goes back to Devos like, "Oh shit, it's bad. They know."

It is now imperative to keep the mortals out of Bastion. The Archon must stay in the dark as long as possible.

They were supposed to have decades to go before this stuff went into play.

Sire Denathrius promises Devos and Sin'dane that he will handle it. They just need to stay calm and keep up the good work.

Sire Denathrius realizes this is a great chance to get his son back from the Maw--and to see how much of a problem this Maw Walker is going to be.

He gets his favorite kid back, so it's not all bad. But, you know, things are definitely getting set into motion early.

He figures he's got the Maw Walker cornered and can play with them a bit, but Renathal helps them escape, so.

Oops.

Maldraxxus sends them back to the Maw because now the Maw is on high alert thanks to Denathrius' warning, and they are definitely gonna kill the Maw Walker. No more playing.

Except somehow the Maw Walker evades capture? And escapes.

Again.

Zovaal has never met an insect he couldn't squish before, and he's intrigued. Mildly. He leaves the waystone so that he can get them next time.

He'd be able to get to them faster, but there's all those pesky death knights running around, and they all feel the same, really, so how's he to know which mortal is which?

Alexandros shows back up in Maldraxxus and Team Zovaal basically goes, "Oh shit oh shit oh shit" and kicks things into gear a bit faster, taking down the house of the Chosen prematurely, which leaves it halved, with many still loyal to the missing Primus.

The Maw Walker shows up in Bastion and Devos is like, "r u fucking kidding me rn?"

And has to push her plans into action way earlier.

It's just a nice little, "Oh no. It's fine. Oh no. We've got this. Oh no. How does this keep happening?"

Across the realms of death.

Basically by the time people start choosing covenants, Devos is panicking, anarchy and chaos have descended on Maldraxxus, Sire Denathrius is sitting back going, "I love it. What's going to happen next?" and Zovaal is like, "I sure hope my allies outside of the Maw aren't fucking this up."

And Mueh'zala is like, "Does anyone even remember I exist?"

The Winter Queen certainly doesn't.

Okay, so I think the shadowlands should have been in a different order, but I'm like, a little stumped on which.

Like, okay, below the cut is me thinking it through, so you can ignore it if you want, or pitch in your thoughts :0

Okay, so with the anima drought, I doubt the attendants would be willing to just open a gateway for anybody because they can't afford it, and they're especially not going to do so for one feeling of the Maw.

I feel like they would have contained the Maw Walker a bit more than just letting them run around the city and meet the Arbiter.

So they contain the Maw Walker instead, and cleanse them, to make sure that Maw essence is not a part of them.

Then, when they realize they are not, the attendants are willing to talk. But again, there is an anima shortage, and they cannot just open any path.

So instead, they flag down a bearer.

The Maw Walker can be like, "Yeah, that looks about right."

And the bearer, albeit miffed at being pulled from their sacred duty, can do the memory thing to take a look at wtf is going on, and be rightfully horrified.

It can be Bearer Thedrin.

If you know, you know.

And the Maw Walker's like, So, can you take me to your realm, and Bearer Thedrin is like, "Um, no, lol. That's a whole can of worms that I'm not opening. I'll relay a message tho."

So Bearer Thedrin goes off to see about warning the Archon, and the Maw Walker is like, "so what now?"

There's a bit of a debate about what to do, and Bolvar uses his connection to the helm shard the Maw Walker carries to make his own damn portal, and everyone is very u p s e t

There are mortals (plural) in the Eternal City. Not cool.

And the attendants know that Azeroth is a problem child world. All the afterlives know this. You never want direct contact with the problem child worlds.

Because you get get things like mortals crawling all over your lovely undead city.

One of the brokers, Ve'rayn can step in and be like, "Hey, I have an idea. What if you went to Revendreth?"

And Ve'rayn is just like, suuuuper helpful with negotations, and when the Maw Walker asks, Ve'rayn is like, "Oh, maybe you could answer a question for me. Did you see any of my kind in the Maw?" And when the Maw Walker says no, Ve'rayn is disappointed, but hopes they can still be helpful to one another.

Instead of going through the official gate, because that would cost anima, and the brokers would LOVE for the attendents to owe them, Ve'rayn takes the Maw Walker through one of their portals.

They approach the Fearstalker, who is in the middle of a hunt, and miffed that it has been interrupted. She's never seen a living mortal before, however, and thinks that's pretty neat and that her brother, were he here would love it.

She doesn't let them far into the realm, though, because there is an...incident going on and there is no need to bother the Sire.

The Maw Walker is there for anima? They can have some. The Fearstalker gives them enough to open a Path or two, warning them that if they come back to Revendreth, it should be through proper channels, no back doors.

The Sire will not be pleased to have living mortals coming and going in his realm.

So they go back through the Broker portal to Oribos, and report that the drought affects Revendreth, as much as Oribos.

Troubling news.

The Maw Walker asks if the Ascended have said anything, but there's no update there.

Another Bearer, Kin-tara, has been sorting through Bolvar's memories, getting more deets, and suggests rallying Maldraxxus, if this is truly as bad as things appear.

The attendants are hesitant about that, though Bolvar and the Maw Walker aren't sure why.

They explain that even if they could rally the army of the Shadowlands, that there's still the matter of having to send them into the Maw or the Realm of the Living to defend the tear, neither of which are acceptable options.

It is suggested, by ever helpful Ve'rayn, that perhaps Bastion or Ardenweald would be good to go to, as they are both more closely linked with the realm of the living.

Kin-tara says she'll take a message to the Archon and that, really, it's okay. There's no need for mortals in Bastion. She can see about having the Polemarch come talk to them here, in Oribos. The Polemarch is the Voice of the Archon, so who better to talk to? Just be patient.

So the Maw Walker ends up opening the path to Ardenweald and heading there to see if there's a way to enable the forces of Maldraxxus to come to Azeroth's aid or...well if there are any other otpions.

Ardenweald happens mostly the same, with the Winter Queen being busy culling souls to save others and all that. Ysera is saved. They explain that Ardenweald is connected to the Emerald Dream because it is a realm that is neither living nor dead, but what could have been.

The Winter Queen tries to contact the Primus about if his children can behave well enough to come through her groves--spoiler, she doubts it--but can't reach him.

As she's telling the Maw Walker that she'll send her with a message to Maldraxxus because wtf, how dare he not pick up when she skypes him, she gets a call.

It is not the Primus.

It is Sire Denathrius.

He's aware that there has been a mortal trespassing and is curious to meet them in person, as coming to his realm and not greeting him was...quite rude.

The Winter Queen sends the Maw Walker back to Oribos to go to Revendreth.

The attendants are not happy to have to open another Path, but you can't argue with an eternal one, so.

Open the way to Revendreth they do.

Imma take a break with this and have lunch.

[gloamingdawn]

Lyn was beginning to find that it was hard to be surprised anymore. After countless years of Azeroth’s own brand of buckwild fuckery — the world heaving and cracking because of a dragon aspect, time travel, the Legion invading, a Titan stabbing the planet, and now death itself shattering the veil between the worlds — it was almost pleasant to recognize that she could still feel some modicum of shock and disbelief. 

The Polemarch had ordered some of the Ascended to the Temple of Humility in an effort to aid the Paragon, Chyrus, and the other aspirants against a wave of Forsworn that threatened to destroy the place. It had been a hurried kind of call. Of course another onslaught was expected, it had been a while, but this felt a little different. As the winged fighters were grabbing their weapons and belting on their armor, two of them that she’d come to know a little better— Ileana and Nephele — bid her to take up arms, too. How could she refuse? 

Initially the Kyrian foray into the temple had been easy enough to keep up with. There were harried trainees being heckled into a state from which they’d never recover by their former comrades who had fallen to Devos’, and now Lysonia’s, force. The efforts of the Ascended in stemming the tide had always been a study in efficiency, but this time was different. The moment they set foot on the grounds the Paragon of Doubt’s voice howled out commands that echoed the Forsworn’s discordant bells, and Chyrus’ pained response answered back as he fought to hold her off. 

To have the Paragon here herself held so much potential — they could end this if they ended her. Who else would take her place? Uther? He was here too based on Lysonia’s calling out to him. 

Her friends were tied up fighting, the clamour of steel on steel ringing in ferocious chimes as each side fought for ground. Lyn had to go while she had the chance. Ileana and Nephele would be fine. The path was wide open, if she hurried she could make it and Chyrus wouldn’t be left on his own. They could do this together. 

So she made a break for it and ran toward the back of the sprawling complex, spear in hand. 

Most of the constructs were engaged, their mechanical voice boxes warbling out unnervingly polite quips as they attempted to subdue the Kyrian they had once served by whatever means necessary. One of the larger ones ambled with heavy, lurching steps back into place after pummeling an aspirant down, blocking her final turn up the stairs. Lyn’s heart lurched as she realized they likely would never rise again, and there was nothing she could do about that. 

But she could do something about the rest of this. 

There wasn’t going to be any getting around the construct, not with the way anima glowed in its palms ready and waiting for the next furious blow. Her plan was a long shot for sure, she wasn’t as young or spry as she used to be, but there’s always that saying about wills and ways. She sprinted in just close enough before dropping solidly onto her knees, momentum and the sharp lack of resistance between her winged metal greaves and the marble footpath carrying her forward faster than she expected. Lyn leaned back and tossed her spear, the weapon disappearing, before she slid between the hefty constructs legs quicker than it could slam a hand down on top of her. 

She pushed herself back to her feet in a fluid motion, running up the stairs and re-summoning her spear to her hands as she went — and that was where the surprise came in. A spectral manifestation, tall in the center of the pavilion that led to the formal floating temple of humility, ripped open a portal made of some of the foulest feeling dark magic Lyn had ever been in the presence of. 

Helya. 

She and the goddess of Helheim locked eyes at the same time and the great witch laughed, the tone making Lyn’s skin crawl. 

“So Eyir is sending her mortal pawns now, too,” she looked down at Lysonia, the Paragon still trying to force Chyrus into pride, “Leave your plaything, my pet. There is work to be done.” 

No. Lyn bared her teeth in an angry snarl as both the Paragon and her Hand turned and left through the portal. Chyrus would be fine, wouldn’t he? She shook off the shock and chased after the departing. If she could just get there before it closed — 

The magic dissipated around her as she stutter stepped and tried to catch herself before she ran smack into the teleportation dais. 

Fuck. 

[solautumn]

11. [ Swiftrunner ]

"These coursers have long been known to exist, but only befriend those that have gone to great lengths for friendship." - Pureheart Courser text

The animals of Bastion were fascinating to behold. From the mighty larion that stalked the grassy plains, to the glittering glimmerflies that fluttered in the air, there were creatures of all sizes with all manner of temperaments. The sneaky vulpin could sniff out lunch and make off with it if he wasn’t watchful, and the swift thunder of cloudrunner hooves could mow him down if he wasn’t careful. Solarian had much to look out for when he took to the fields in search of plants and roots.

He first found the creature injured in the grassy, soft-hilled expanse south of the Eternal Forge. It was a large steed with a soft, ivory coat and big, violet-red eyes. Its horn was dark with a blue tinge reflecting from it as well. It had a  Despite the fall of Davos at the hands of brave, mortal champions, Lysonia sought to wrest power from the Ascended and it stoked the flames of conflict. The cloudrunner had likely been caught in the crossfire of one such battle, and grumbled lowly, curled near the root of a tree in a purple grove.

Solarian froze for a moment, unsure of whether or not to approach. The thing could easily impale him with its majestic horn, just as well as it could rise up and kick him to oblivion, but he was no stranger to dealing with steeds. He remembered his father teaching him how to ride as a boy, and how to approach a frightened Quel’dorei mare. While the Autumnsong family had hawkstriders, they had a Quel’dorei mare belonging to his mother. As the cloudrunner spotted Solarian, it staggered up slowly, sputtering out a frustrated neigh. That’s when Solarian caught a glimpse of the arrow lodged in its right haunch. He could almost hear his father’s words.

Approach him slowly, never from behind, walk in slow circles, let him know you are not a threat. Give him something to eat. Before you can even get near, he has to know that something good is coming, or else he will not trust you and run away.

And so, he did. Slowly, he took a few steps and gently tossed a piece of dried purian near him, then walked back to give it space again. The steed took a few steps back, but when Solarian retreated, it limped forward, seeking the sweet morsel among the grass. When that seemed to work, Solarian began to repeat the process, speaking softly to the creature as if it could understand.

“Erm... h-hello there. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said softly. “I’d like to get close enough to pull that thing from you. It looks quite painful.” He tossed another piece of dried purian. “My name is Solarian. I’d ask you for your name, but I don’t think you have one, do you?” he mused quietly. “You look like a Swiftrunner to me, though. And I’m so happy you like purians, too.” It felt silly at first, but the more he spoke, the less silly it felt. He wondered how long this cloudrunner had existed in Bastion. Had it been a soul ferried in from somewhere else before? Would it ever go back to the realm of the living, or would it prance across Bastion’s fields forever?

From healing bites and scratches on rabbits, does, and hawkstriders to pulling thorns from larion paws, he had dealt with animals before. Still, he knew he likely wouldn’t be getting that arrow too soon. But if he could continue to build trust, slowly but surely, he would be able to get close enough to be able to pull it out without getting kicked, bitten, or impaled. Perhaps it would take hours, or perhaps days, but Solarian was nothing if not patient and persistent.

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[fictionkinfessions]

[eggman voice] i miss my wife, tails. i miss her a lot.

eridia if you're out there sorry for being a little bit evil but you do have to realize memory erasure was not the move -lysonia fictive (world of warcraft)

[dragormir]

This is your periodic unfriendly reminder that Devos and Lysonia have been sending Forsworn to the Maw to be tortured into joining the Mawsworn, completely ignoring the principles they outlined in their own recruitment package, making them just as bad as whatever it is you think the Kyrian are doing.

[rathma]

so lysonia is trying to get uther to kill the paragon....... and i found his sword.............. and now i’m using it................ bestie im afraid to ask you this