#Mirrielyanna

[siennablaze219]

((Content warning, graphic violence))

@daily-writing-challenge

(Events from the beginning of Battle For Azeroth, trying to take this week to flesh out pieces about Mirri’s family history)

Lyanna and Rastien were lounging by the pond near their home in Ashenvale, the stars in the sky were bright as they laid upon a blanket and shared a bottle of Dalaran Red that Mirri had brought home to them on her last visit home. They had little to do in the moment, Sentinel Tyl’inithia had come by earlier in the day to pick up all the sabers of rideable age and size, fully trained or not, to take with them down into Feralas. She had made the request for mounts in person a few days prior to give them time to prepare, “I know that you are attached to all your furred children, but skirmishes are being waged and we need replacement mounts for when the Horde cut them out from under our Sentinels. You both served on the battlefields long ago and know this to be true.” She was right, neither of them wished to see the sabers they raised go into battle, but that was what the beasts were bred for.

Had Mirri been home every one of the big cats would have been fully trained and off to the riding instructors already, but her decision to stay among the humans had left them without a trainer so they had taken longer this season than in others past. “We will care for them you know that.” The sentinel had assured them. She had even taken all but one of their sires, it was the same as when the sundering came and the Horde began to work more into Ashenvale, they had a couple promising young males in the yearling cubs that were too small to carry a rider yet and those remained to replace the big males Tyl’inithia had led away earlier.

With heavy hearts they wished their young sabers safe steps and long life in a blessing, then made their way to the pond to relax and not think about their children moving into battle. Blessed as they were to know that Mirri would not be one of their riders, nor Tysha as since Mirri had found her, the ex-Sentinel spy was staying far from any chance at fighting, so at least their blood was safe even if the beasts they gave their hearts to, were not.

The wine looked blood red in the darkened night while the moon rested and the darkness of her new face held its place in the sky without even a hint of its light. Lyanna shuddered softly as her glass held just a finger’s width of the liquid, looking to the cut crystal that remained that showed deep red in every facet as true as if the glass was still filled. Peering into the carnelian liquid, she swirled it around, about to say something to her mate but her head turned, distracted as her ears shifted back towards their home slightly, a sound having caught her attention.

Rastien had always been quicker to action than Lyanna and she spoke as she rose, “The sabers.” Sprinting out across the grasses with Lyanna left to follow in her wake, the scent that came after would be one she had never forgotten though she had wished to. Fire, and fur… “The stables.”

Catching up with Rastien would be impossible, her mate’s stride had always been longer than her own, so she called to the Light of Elune and asked for a blessing that would hasten her steps, if only for a moment or three. Rastien, ever the one to react to threat with action rather than thought, had already called the power of Elune’s darkest embrace wrapping it around her making her barely able to be tracked through the long shadows of the trees from what little light the sky offered. Her right hand dropped and she called to the darkness, ready to act the instant she could find the source of the danger. Her voice rang hollow in this form, “They are burning the stables.”

Lyanna did not need to ask who ‘they’ were, the Horde had been running sorties further and further north through the lands for a few weeks now. They had hoped that they would be sidetracked, or the foolishness of more bloodshed would be ceased, but they had been arrogant in those thoughts it seemed. Each had each lived over ten thousand years and never had a foe just decided to go around a home, or give up just because two ancient elves raised nightsabers in the woods.

As they broke into the clearing, shadow and light once again joining together in the team they had become long ago, standing an arms distance apart so each could act independently they surveyed the scene. From inside the stables the sabers were screaming, one mother darted into the forest with a cub, she must have been able to break free from her pen, but the other four and the other six cubs were nowhere to be seen. The cries raised into the night sky, sound dancing with the smoke of the orange of the flames, both equally calling forth tears from Lyanna’s eyes.

A scream of outrage sounded from Rastien’s throat and her head swiveled to an orc with a torch that was behind the barn, reaching out a shadow cloaked arm she clenched her fist and the mohawked woman fell to her knees dropping the offending flame into the black of the night’s grass. Even that flame did not add color back into the scene, everything around them was a mix of the intensity of the bright fire, the black of the shadows of Elune’s darkest face and the ashen grey of them when they chanced to meet together in a bloodless dance of chaos amongst the tides of the shrieks from within the death of the ancient building.

Knowing they must clear the threat before they could even try and asses the damage, Lyanna called to Elune seeking the blessing of the Goddess that they, and their children, had worshipped for their entire lives. Light came to her call and she stepped forward seeking battle, on one side an orc closed, on the other a troll, wary of the living shadow that was Lyanna’s mate, they moved in. The orc held an axe, and the troll a halberd, trying to trap her between them as she was unarmed. With an exhale Lyanna released the power she held and light exploded forward as a star from her lithe form, the divinity of her gift rocketing outwards, maring the depth of the night around her. First to react were the eyes of her foes, having to close in reaction to the explosion of the power she had unleashed, and then their bodies began to burn much as the barn they had torched before they both toppled to the ground.

Rastien knew the gift of her mate, and how she could be blinded by it, so she sprinted to the side, letting the shadows cover her movement through the knee high grasses that surrounded where they lived. Once she was in the embrace of the forest to the side of the barns, and the flash of Lyanna’s star bright spell had faded, her lip curled back in a snarl and with a small flick of her fingers she began to strike the other ten horde members in the party that had come to their home, each one becoming wracked with pain as her anger was released within their bodies. Shadows held her dear and even as they looked about, they did not target her, instead focusing upon her mate who had left the duo she faced lying in the dirt as she stepped back, creating more space between her and the horde.

The fighters recovered quickly, speaking in Orcish, which both of the women had learned from a troll they had saved once, “I thought the buildings were empty except the beasts, you said you searched the house.” A tauren woman yelled, “I will have your head for this Mugla!” Her hand gestured forward and a fire elemental burst into existence much like a phoenix, its heat and glow making the rest of the raiding party step clear to give it room as it broke towards Lyanna, scorching the ground and drawing its hand along the side of the burning stables in a lover’s caress.

“Fel take you,” was all Lyanna had time to get out before the elemental closed. She cursed softly and began to use her anger to first pull from the sky a burst of holy fire, once that had taken hold of the elemental she drew bolts of light from the air which slammed into the chest of the being but it did not stop, it raced forward boosted by the energy of the flames the buildings had become. Screams of the sabers continued to fill the air, but there was no time to act to save them, they had engaged their enemy and would need to see them all handled before caring for their family.

Seeing the danger her mate was in, yet too far to help her Rastien called out with the hoot of an owl, an old trick they had used when scouting before they had retired. Lyanna’s head swung towards her for just a moment, then she began to move in Rastien’s direction. As did the horde members that had followed distance behind the elemental. *”Perfect.”* Rastien thought, a sneer drawing her top lip up as she looked to the shaman that had called the elemental, words pulled to Mirri’s birth mother’s tongue, ancient words, dark words and the mind of the tauren was twisted and became trapped within itself as Rastien took control of the woman’s body. Using the form she claimed, the shadow priestess called lightning to the orc’s hands then loosed it.

A laugh from a troll rang out between the buildings as the magic lit the air next to him. “Now you are in for it bitch.” He called as he continued to run towards Lyanna, but the bolt struck the elemental first, which faded beneath the ferocity of it, and Lyanna’s magics, then doubled back to hit him square in the chest, enough to kill him the instant it blackened his breastplate. The light continued to streak on, hitting an orc and a tauren woman before it faded into the night.

Focused as she was, Rastien did not notice as a rogue appeared from behind her and struck the back of her shadow wrapped head. Lyanna noticed, pain shooting through her skull from the bond they had made long ago when the battlefields were their home. Stumbling as she saw Rastien sway forward, her hand shot out towards her partner and she called the shadow user’s body to her own and laid her healing touch upon the bleeding that had begun there.

These moments were just enough for the last five horde that had been advancing to close on the two women, twelve against two had never been odds the priestesses, even in their fighting prime, should have attempted to handle, but anger had taken them down this path and nothing was going to stop them now but the raiders that had come to the land seeking to destroy what they loved most next to their children and each other, their sabers.

The healing had Rastien renewed enough that she straightened, her eyes in the shadows she wore glowed with a depth of fury and hatred that none of her kin except Lyanna had ever seen in her expression before. Her hands moved lightning fast and pain showed on the face of attacker after attacker, then with a scream into the night she summoned a beast of pure void that skittered across the ground and began to feast on the life essence of a troll that was closest to the two women.

Lyanna took a deep breath and called to Elune softly, a prayer first and then she stepped back to back with her mate. Her hands moved in a calmer, gentle pattern, weaving the light again and again, calling forth holy fire, upon the foes she could see, then drawing light within before expanding outwards within, felling another orc.

There were too many and as they fought the shaman walked forth, she growled out a word between flat teeth and the very earth beneath the Kaldorei womens’ feet trembled, pitching Rastien forward upon the spear of a troll. The serrated edges lodged in between Rastien’s ribs and stuck true as they were meant to, holding the shadow user impaled as blood as black as night bubbled up from between her lips. The tip had pierced a lung and breathing now was more like drowning in her own life’s essence.

Feeling the pain within herself as well as seeing her mate lurch forward, Lyanna unleashed a blood curdling cry. For over three thousand years they had been as one, mating, fighting, loving and raising their children together, never apart until his moment when it felt like the entire sea could fill the space between them as Rastien’s body lost contact with her own. Throwing her hands out to the sides, she screamed Elune’s name and Light began to fill the circle of horde fighters in the shape of Lyanna, the very ground that had trembled under them a moment before shifted from the dark of night to the light of day as she called forth in her faith. Gold eyes shone with the intensity of the sun itself and she loosed a word of power, pouring all that light from her into an attack that felled four of the fighters that had closed on them and burned the troll whose spear was still impaled within Rastien, Lyanna’s own lover shielding the troll from the agonizing power of the light the woman called.

The tauren shaman held back, she did not need to close to use her power, turning from the glory and destruction Lyanna brought upon her raiding party. It was not until the glow faded that she turned to see what had remained. The elf had managed to wrap her arms around Rastien’s middle then shove them both forward on the troll’s spear so they died as they had lived, in the embrace of their Elune blessed love. Of the twelve of the shaman’s party she had left with, only three remained, herself, the troll, and the rogue that had ambushed Rastien in the forest who had been holding himself back, waiting for an exposed back to strike. Ten good fighters dead, and for what? She shook her head, this conflict was pointless, she did not understand this call to war, but her warchief called and Baine had answered. Lowering to the ground, laying a hand on the tauren woman that she had struck down with her own lightning when under the shadow priest’s control. “Be at peace daughter, your father and I loved you well, may we meet again in battle soon.” Tears picked up the dance of the flames that rose in the sky from the barns as they rolled down her face.

[nahisummerhold]

Character Profile: Nahilvi, the Silver Banshee

(Art by @kissfortheelves)

~~Basics~~

Name: Nahilvi Summerhold (surname never used)

Pronunciation: Nah-ill-vee

Nickname: Nahi (nah-ee)

Stage Name: The Silver Banshee

Race: Sin’dorei 

Gender: Female

Birthdate: September 25

Marital Status: Single

~~Physical Appearance~~

Hair: Long, curls, ombré - palest of lilac to a purple so deep it is almost black.

Eye Color: Glowing purple

Height: 5’9”

Build: Willowy (Chrissy Teigan body claim) 

Distinguishing Marks: Six small criss-cross scars between her shoulder blades, right ear scar through upper cartilage

Tattoos: Silver music G clef on her sternum

Piercings: Right ear only, nose, belly button

Face Claim: Chandler Kinney

~~Personal Information~~

Profession: Performer

Hobbies: Dancing, hiking, gardening, learning guitar

Residence: Dalaran

Birthplace: Quel’thalas

Fears: Sharks, mice, dementia, becoming a burden, forcing a person away from her by relying on them too much.

~~Relationships~~

Spouse: None

Mother: Acenadalia Aerostar (was Countess Summerhold)

Father: Count Mianos Summerhold (she does not recognize him as her father, possibly deceased

Step-Father:  Irenthalas

Siblings: None

Other Family: Unknown

~~Sex and Romance~~

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Preferred Sexual Role: Switch, leaning towards sub

Preferred Emotional Role: Sub

Libido: Medium High

Turn ons: Independence, confidence, great music, adventurous spirit (including in the bedroom), dancing, surety of spirit, mutual respect, willingness to show they desire her, care for family.

Turn offs: Braggadocio, jealousy, loud chewing, bad listeners, laziness, standoffishness, clinging.

Love Language: Touch

Relationship Tendencies: She likes to flirt but often will do so in little ways, sexy whispers in public, meeting a lover’s eyes in a crowd or when she is singing, small touches to just remind the person she cares. In private she enjoys physical connection, cuddling, massage, brushing or braiding a lover’s hair, laying with her legs across someone’s lap, or theirs across hers.

~~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 

Hard Working / In-between / Lazy

Cultured / In-between / Uncultured

Loyal / In-between / Disloyal

Faithful / In-between / Unfaithful 

~~Additional Information~~

Alcohol: Socially

Drugs: Never, not opposed, just haven't

May have to leave a situation quickly but always explains why.

Devoted to her mother’s care

~~RP Hooks~~

Entertainer: Lounge singer in Dalaran, now performing different styles of music at other venues. Will do performances for private events, contact me to discuss details.

Succulent Tart: Belongs to the performing group, the Succulent Tarts. She is a greeter, bartender and performer, sometimes she might even be found at a kissing booth.

Tempest Keep: Her family were residents of Tempest Keep and loyal followers of Kael’thalas until the keep’s fall.

Famous Mother: Her mother was an opera singer who was a favored performer in Kael’thalas’ court. Nahilvi would occasionally perform with her mother as more of a novelty over a true duet.

~~How to Contact~~

I am happy to RP with Nahilvi on Discord as I am not often in game except at events. If you do want to meet in game I am happy to set up a time though. In Discord contact me at Mirrielyanna, in game Nahilvi on Wyrmrest Accord. 

[howlingowl-festivals-wra]

Owl Fest Friday Vendors

Here’s a list of the vendors you’ll be able to see at this years Owl Fest on Friday!

Owl Fest Sept. 27th & 28th 6PM WrA Seradane, Hinterlands Full flyer here!

Friday:

Booth 1: 

Booth name: Shadowglen Glassworks Character name: Zayneth Shadowspite Items sold: Glass animals, wind chimes, perfume bottles, ect. @glass-phoenix

Booth 2:

Booth name: Happy Trails Caravan Guild name: Happy Trails Caravan Items sold: Potions, inventions

Booth 3: 

Booth: Heart of the Raven Tavern & Inn Guild name: Heart of the Raven Items sold: Food and drink @heartoftheravenwra

Booth 4: 

Booth name: Fence Macabre Guild name: Fence Macabre Items Sold: Forsaken crafts, bone carvings, curios @fence-macabre

Booth 5: 

Booth name: Old Elli's Curious Cartomancy Character name:  Ellipsis Items sold: Tarot readings

Booth 6: Booth Name: Auspicious Accoutrements Character name: Riley Rhimeshard Items sold: Spoopy-creppy snacks, arcane chicken divination (tarot reading), unique curio-bartering, and undead-centric sundries! @rimeshard

Booth 7: 

Booth name: Kegfist Brewery Character name: Kegfist Brewery Items sold: Drinks @kegfistbrewery

Booth 8: 

Booth Name: Moonspelled Crafts Character Names: Mirrielyanna Starmender Items sold: Candles and herbal items

Booth 9: 

Booth name: The Howling Owl Guild name: The Howling Owl Items sold: Brewfest brew samplers, brewfest style foods

Booth 10: 

Booth name: Harvest Moon Publishing Character name: Lynae Clarke Items sold: Books, writing tools, book repair services @lynaeclarke

Booth 11: 

Booth name: Tattered Wings Hookah Character name: Nex'Ilthan Balamoor Items sold: Hookah & accessories @nexilthan-balamoor

Booth 12:

Booth name: The Catalog Guild/group/character name: Concourse of the Phoenix: Daesong and Seran'thor  Items sold: Glass blown and Woodworked art, artifacts and relics. 

Booth 13: 

Booth name:  From Darkness to Light Character Names: Velinthria Lightwhisper Items sold: Paintings @velilightwhisper

Booth 14:

Booth name:  Bear & Natural Character name: Lendarin Amberbow Items sold:  Natural living products, homemade soaps, tea, pickled goods, jams and jelly and baked goods. @lendariinamberbow

Booth 15: 

Booth name: The Cuddle Crew Guild name: Brotherhood of Valor Items sold: Art

Booth 16: 

Booth name: Succulent Tart Guild name: Succulent Tart Items sold: Tarot readings, demonstrations, learn a Tart skill @succulent-tart

@the-royal-courier @wracentral @wowrpevents

[siennablaze219]

DWC Day 2 Prompts Suppress/Pastel

@daily-writing-challenge

(TW graphic violence, depression, self harm

(Events from the beginning of Legion, pieces about Mirri’s family history)

*”The skies they were lovely, how had I never noticed how the sun turns the clouds to such beautiful pastel colors when the evening came?”** That was the last thought that the Sentinel Spy had before the sayaad that was holding her drew a blade across her neck, then there was an explosion and the beauty of the very world was lost to the Kaldorei.

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Water dribbled on her lips, Tyshaelle lifted a hand to brush away the droplets, or at least she tried. Golden eyes snapped open and saw a cone of leaves over her head, rafters, light from two sides, a hut or cabin. Water… where was it coming from?

“Oh” a voice sadly softly, then more excitedly, “Oh! Asyeel go and get the healer, she is waking!”

**”Where am I?”** The thought only on her head, why could she not ask the question out loud. Was she captive? Maybe a spell or drug? Tysha tried to strain to break whatever bonds that held her, but her muscles would not respond any better than her voice did.

Shuffling sound next to the bed, her ear flicking to pick up what it may be, senses honed to notice everything and have complete control over herself. Wait… her ear moved, why was that? Only her ear, nothing else responded, then she looked to the side, moving her eyes alone. A small building, maybe a home, some windows a door, the framing, oh, Feralas, New Thalanaar. Came through on the way to… the Crossroads. The Legion’s attacks there, I came through here when I came up from Silithus to respond to the expected attack the seer there told her about.

**”I came back? Was it to see those warriors? They said they were happy to have me join them for a few nights.”** She tried to wiggle her toes but could not feel anything shift at all. Taking inventory it seemed anything from the neck up worked, except her voice. More sounds and more light flooded the room then a shadow dimmed it until the door closed completely, Tysha tried to look to see the doorway but she actually felt bindings that held her head in place.

“Ah good, you are back with us, wasn’t sure that Elune wasn’t taking you to walk the paths.” The woman’s voice was deep and pleasant, “Sentinel Aiorise, we are glad to have you back but not under these circumstances. You were gravelly injured in the Crossroads and as you had some items from your trip through it was assumed you were stationed here and they brought you expecting that we would have someone that needed to sing of mourning for you. You seem willing to knot your fingers in the treads of life and hang on.”

Aiorise? Then Tysha remembered, that was the name the Sentinel Spy used when she moved through here. Even to the true Sentinels what the spies did was kept a secret, and she had been a spy since she was chosen by a friend of her mothers and she could not get away from her family fast enough.

The priest looked into her eyes and then cupped her cheeks and smiled, “Give me a moment of patience and I can explain more.” The eldest of the Starmender twins saw the shadows move and assumed she was being examined, then the sound of a chair being drug over, “I am Kaestreel, now let’s start with the injuries. Plenty of bruises and minor cuts and slashes, those were easily handled, the worst was that your throat was cut but not cleanly as an explosion tore the sayaad away from you. Another Sentinel saw you and pulled you from the fight and field dressed your wound. Once the Legion was beaten back the injured were sent out, we received a number here.”

“Your throat has been healed mostly, it will take time to regain your voice and you have been asleep a while, so practice is needed. We have kept a small gag across your mouth so the dreams and the pain of the healing did not tear your voice more with your screams.” Tysha lifted a violet brow inviting the woman to continue. “When the demon was thrown from you her blade curved and nicked your spine, not clear through there either, but you are paralyzed from the neck down, but we believe that it is healing, it will just take time. Your head is restrained to allow no strain to it.”

**”Trussed like a pig on a spit, got it.”** Her mental voice said, as acrid in tone as any of the times she had dressed down Mirri for being a useless tag along. Who has the last laugh now, who will truly be useless, not just an ungifted little mothers’ baby. She closed her eyes for a moment then looked into the healer’s eyes and lifted a brow again.

“I have been working for weeks on your healing and will continue, this will be the hardest challenge of your life, nothing in your training has prepared you for this, this is a true fight for your life, though the battle to save your life is over, now we work together to save your body.” The priest rose, “We are giving you an healing potion laced with herbs to make you sleep once more, we will lessen those now that you have joined the land to the wakening once more. Rest, next time you wake we will begin to work on gaining your voice back, you have a long journey ahead.”

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And a long journey it had been, months… almost six months… and Tysha still did not have full control of her minor motor skills, she could feed herself, sure, but she could not do anything with more difficulty. Walking and running had come easier and she spent most of every day running through the jungles. At first she had been accompanied because they were afraid she would fall and hurt herself, plus to guard her from trouble that surrounded the camp. Now she could at least, clumsily, use a sword enough to, maybe, not get killed by wildlife.

Standing on a bluff overlooking the waters of the Thousand Needles her eyes traced across the surface, then the cliff faces looking for watchers. She had been here many days in a row now, she was certain if she threw herself off the cliff the impact of the water would kill her, if she didn’t hit an6 of the rocks on the way down to end her before she made a splash.

She had tried stealing enough herbs to make some of her old poisons but it was like Kaestreel could read her mind and just before she got out of the storage with them. After that they watched her closely for over a month and eventually she settled on this new plan, running from the trees at top pace she should be able to pass the higher selves, what a waste it would be to just hit one of those and then brought back to heal again.

Not today though, not today.

Turning around she began the run back to the camp. Once there she was called over, a goblin trader was set up near the entry to the camp, not allowed in, but close enough to let everyone a chance at new wares. One of the guards waved her over, it was one of those warriors she had considered bedding so long ago, now the thought of anyone touching her made her ill, but they had become friends, well they became friends with Aiorise, no one here knew her name and she left it that way.

“I bought you something,” Gamtreal said. “Mother said that your dagger skills need some work, but you need to work on some other things first so here.” The guard, who was easily a thousand years older than Tysh, but she would never admit that, in fact voicing anything about her past wasn’t something she did. More than one in the camp wondered if she couldn’t remember and just didn’t want to admit that… as if that, after everything, was something to worry about. In fact, it was the opposite, she suppressed the knowledge of her past as much as possible and so it was just easier to be the ‘poor Aiorise’ the woman that they had to help learn to walk, dress herself, even bathe herself again.

Gantreal shoved a pad of paper, pencils and pastel chalks into her hands, “Write, draw, do whatever, but start building skills not much else can, especially since you refuse to help it( sewing.” It was half a joke, but not really, after trying it and feeling the pain of the needles poking into her skin to many times she went into a rage and destroyed not only the piece she was working on, but the entire tent that the tailors used to work.

She had been sedated and kept under watch once more, this time not for wanting to kill herself, but for the despondency that the release of the anger heralded. Feeding herself was too much of an effort, cleaning herself was worth nothing, why should she even try? The answer came in the fact that even if she had given up on herself, no one here had and they would do all the could to keep her from being a danger to herself. People came by to talk, joke, share stories, help her, it dawned on her that if she ever wanted peace and quiet again she had to take steps to make these people think she was over that depression and moving forward.

Taking the gifts she frowned. “Knock that look off your face, try it, it will hurt nothing. Elune forbid you find something you might like in this world, maybe if you find that you can start to like yourself better.”

With that the warrior walked away and left her to try and figure out all that was there, sitting on a bench and beginning to run a pencil across the paper. By the end of the day she had created a mixture of colors on the paper that matched the last sky she remembered as a whole person.