#Osgoth

[lunri-moonguardian]

For Azeroth!

It was Lunri's first mission with the Draenei of Te'Amun. Their hooves echoing in tbe cavernous waste of Krokuul Hovel. Or as some nicknamed it, Krokuul Hotel. A smirk sneaked onto her face at the thought.

Their mission was to aid in the retaking of the crashed ship, the Xenedar, and safely procure X'era. If the enemy got their hands on the Naaru... A shiver slipped down her spine as a feeling of unease crept over her. No, that could not be allowed to happen.

At her left side, was her fiancee Osgoth, who had joined Te'Amun with her. On her right was the Justicar himself, Epilvik with a stoic Lightwarden Rhuua right by him. Since the day she had joined the order, became on of these people, she had felt renewed hope and a sense of belonging. Together, they would vanquish these intruding demons and reclaim their home. It had been a long time coming.

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The ship was just in sight now, a pile of bloody twitching demons left in their wake as they made haste. Osgoth was back to back with her, he eliminating the closer opponents and she eliminating the farther ones with chi powered lightning. Should any dare come to close, they were met with swift pummels from her hand blades or a swipe at the knees with her tail blade. She was soaked in demonic ichor, both black and red blood alike. Brain matter coated her leather armour, and entrails could be seen along the valley floor. Wild animals would have a mighty feast tonight.

For what seemed like hours, it went on like this. Until -finally they came upon the Army of the Light guarding the Xenedar in a vain attempt to keep X'era safe. Renewed vigour filled everyone to the brim as they worked together to clear the swarm. Before more could come, male draenei were dispatched inside to help the Lightforged retrieve X'era. Te'Amun held the lines for them, fatigue beginning to set in. Finally, the party emerged, and they were quickly beemed back up into the Genedar. They had really done it.

As everyone was safely beemed back inside, hugs and slaps on the back were exchanged with victorious smiles engulfing everyone's faces. Lunri felt proud to have come with her Order. To feel like she had helped to make a difference in their long fight against the Legion.

[samtheowl96]

BLOG ROLL

It’s been some time since my last blog roll, so here’s an updated one.

My first muse with a complex background: @lunri-moonguardian . Female Draenei, recently Lightforged. Protectorate of Te'Amun, body guard of Rhuua and Epilvik, and ex-mother/ex-fiancee. Lunri had an easy childhood aboard the Genedar, and then on Draeneor until the Orc attacks. She lost her parents in their escape, and shortly after crashing on Azuremyst, she lost her sister Aadrika as well. Seeking a purpose, she left to Pandaria for 7 years, and returned a monk. Soon, she found a fiancee, got pregnant and joined Te'Amun. A few months passed, and a DK, brother to her fiancee Osgoth, kidnapped her and tortured her. Her baby died as well. Osgoth found her and left in a rage. Epilvik and Rhuua saved her life, and her sanity, now owing them a life debt. Currently, she just received a letter from Valicos, the DK, that he is holding Osgoth hostage.

@raenwynnnemophilist : My cutie patootie little feisty Dwarf. Rae had an abusive childhood, and escaped aboard a gryphon which consequently resulted in a near death accident. The next 30 years were spent out in the wild, running with a pack of wolves as she learned to survive and despise civilization. Her best friend, Brom found her and coerced her over a few years to come back. He taught her things about civilization, and things she hadn’t had the chance to learn. Bored, she found the Brawlers Pit and got recruited into a crime guild. She is quickly learning the arts of being a Rogue, and using her skills from the wild to aid her. She’s a thrill seeker, and has quite a big mouth. No manners or filter whatsoever.

@aellesaan : Ah, little Aelle. Female Draenei, battlemage in training, and frost dancer. She had an easy childhood until her siblings and herself were kidnapped and made to work in the caves to mine for metal for a few years. She had to witness Avaara die, and then Caemos. When Aelle came out, she was not the same. Now, she carries Avvaras skull on a staff, and has quite the crude humour. Recently joined in Te'Amun, and newly a mage student. But… what secrets does she hide? *cackles* you can find AU Avaara at: @avaara-mg

@anastasia-wra : Mama Felbane. Mother to @rattles-felbane-wra . Recently rezzed into an elfs body, she was once called Callie and a proud middle class Lordaeron mother and wife. Herself and her youngest child died at the hands of scarlet crusaders. Now she is trying to reaclimate to life and her new abilities. A fraction of the soul of the elf still remains and wars against Anastasia’s own soul while she can also hear and see the lost souls on the physical plane. Newly made muse, with much to come.

@iyana-trakand : My bitchy, noble Gilnean. The last of her line, and a harvest witch in secret, Iyana is learning to control her affliction thanks to @adriansurmaxton (belongs to @minimimimex ). She now resides in Northrend, and visits Stormwind frequently as she tries to reestablish herself. Very flexible muse to RP with, newly made.

Some newer side blogs for muses in progress are: @edana-flynn (Lower class Gilnean warlock), @midnightangel51-ooc , and @aadrika-mg (DK, sister to Lunri).

[lunri-moonguardian]

Dioniss aca, little one.

Lunri sat in the Exodar inside the Crystal Hall fiddling with the soul crystal. There was still a glow to it, and a slight warmness radiated from it. Today was the day she would be freed from this crystal. She would be trapped no longer. It ached Lunri to know her daughter would not be with her any longer, but she also wanted her to fly free and join with the Light. The clacking of hooves echoed on the platform as Danarshi arrived, followed shortly by Epilvik, and someone she had yet to meet. She had seen him around, but had never been introduced to him. With a deep sigh, she stood up and looked at them. Danarshi made a formal bow to Epilvik, quickly followed by herself. If it wasn’t for Epilvik, she would have died that day. Danarshi’s deep booming voice filled the hall. “Well met, justicar. I am honoured that you have come to this ceremony.”

Epilvik returned both of their bows. “My apologies I was late. I was held up momentarily on Argus,” he explained of himself. “Of course an occasion as significant as this I wouldn’t and couldn’t miss for anything.” He assured them both.

“Of course, brother. I am merely happy to hear that many of us continue to persevere upon our shattered homeworld. Willing fighters are needed if we are to win this war,” Danarshi boomed in a pleased tone, and with a curt nod towards him.

Once they had finished, Lunri walked up to Epilvik to smother him in a hug. “I owe you my life, Epilvik. Should you ever have need of anything, please do not hesitate to call upon me.”

Epilvik embraced Lunri warmly, resting his head against hers as he held her in his arms. “You need never even think about it, Lunri. It was what was right to do. I am merely glad that you are okay, that you survive through. You are most important to Rhuua and I. And we will be glad and proud to have you by our sides, now and for always,” he said with a smile. At the kind exchange between Epilvik and Lunri, a warm smile graced Danarshi’s blue features.

Ashaar had showed up to the funeral looking a bit solemn. He didn't really know Lunri well, but the death of a child was something that no one should have to grieve about alone, especially when the order was there to support one another. He walked up to Lunri, and nodded in respect "Lunri, I'm Ash, we've met once before. I just wanted to come to show my respects. I am terribly sorry for your loss." His eyes showed genuine sympathy for her as he greeted her.

Danarshi bowed before Ashaar, and was the first to greet him, as Ash kindly bowed back to him. “Well met, brother Ashaar. Thank you for coming.”

As Danarshi greeted Ashaar, Lunri slid over to him. She was unsure of this new Draenei to their order, but she trusted her Order’s judgment. “It is nice to meet you, brother. I am sure we will see each other more often. Welcome to the order.” Lunri stuck out her delicate, frail hand and shook hands with him. His hands were large, but soft and well manicured. It was obvious to Lunri that this man took pride in his appearance.

Ashaar nodded solemnly towards her. “Thank you, sister. I am sure we will be seeing plenty of each other, and remember, as a Vindicator, I swear to protect anyone in the order, in any fight. I will have your back whenever you need me.”

Lunri nodded at Ashaar before making her way back to the front. “I believe we will begin once one more of our order shows. She ran into some trouble on her way here.”

A few moments later, Avareia shuffled in, followed by a blue petaltush. Danarshi greeted Avareia with a bow, as did everyone else. “At last. Welcome, Avareia. I am happy to see that you could make it to the ceremony, “ Danarshi greeted her warmly as Lunri walked up to her. “Welcome, sister. I am glad you could make it.” She wrapped her frail arms around the woman, and gave as tight a hug as she could, being returned with an equally tight hug from Ava.

For a minute, Ava spaced out. “Oh, right, hello! Good evening everyone.”

Lunri and Danarshi stood at the front of the group, patiently waiting for everyone to get settled in as hellos between each of them filled the hall. As all quieted down, Lunri cleared her throat and squared her shoulders in preparation. Her dress that day still held loosely onto her frame, and her face was still gaunt, but her voice carried with determination to see this ceremony through, breaking the eerie, but welcoming silence. “Thank you for coming, brothers and sister, in my time of need. As most of you know, I was kidnapped and attacked, and in the process Sha’Tari was killed before me, forcing me to watch, as he trapped her soul in this crystal.” A scared hand, covered from the palm down in brown leathers, tapped the crystal sitting on a choker at the base of her neck. “Today, Danarshi has so kindly accepted to release her so she may rest in peace with the Light. I chose this place today, because it was where my journey started. And here too, will be where Sha’Tari’s journey begins.” Near the end, her voice cracked and tears escaped their prison, freely cascading down her face. Not being able to speak lest she break down right there, she merely stepped aside and gestured at Danarshi to take the stand.

Epilvik dipped his head sadly in mutual hurt for the pain and suffering that Lunri now faced, saddened by her heart break. Lunri held out the gem for Danarshi as he moved to take the stand. She could visibly see Avareia clenching her hand reflexively. She wasn’t up to date with much of Te’Amun, so was slowly processing all of the mournful news one tear at a time. She eyed the man to the left of the Justicar, but said nothing as she turned her attention to Danarshi. As Lunri looked over at Ashaar, she saw him bowing his head in solemnity. Seeing the pain in her eyes from the tragedy she went through was too much for him to watch. He remained quiet as the funeral proceedings went on.

Danarshi turned his head and watched Lunri as she opened  the ceremony, a supportive expression present up his face. As she began to lose control of her emotions, the Anchorite issued her with a nod of understanding. As the soul gem was offered to him, he calmly approached the woman, placing each of his hands around her own and politely taking the gem from her. A moment later, he returned to his spot and clasped each of his hands in front of his waist in a respectful manner, the soul gem still held within them. His eyes also diverted down towards the ground beneath them. “The very day that the grim news of Sha’Tari’s demise had reached me was a dark day indeed. Many a tragic death have I witnessed across the span of my life, though, -this-... this was a tragedy that was -never- meant to unfold,” he expressed, falling into a few seconds of silence. “Sha’Tari, in Draenei, means “one that is born from the Light”. Though our young sister was taken from  us early as to never see the waking world, that does not necessarily mean that her journey was cut short. Though the life within her physical body was taken from her, her spiritual one was  not. In life, Sha’Tari would have grown to serve many of us faithful, and have become known as a fellow sister. Now, in death, her spirit shall be freed, and, despite the wicked actions of the monster who claimed her from the the Material Plane, she will still hold the ability to roam the world, freely, and venture to whichever destination calls for her. As her name resembles, she shall indeed be born from the light, and continue to linger among us forevermore,” he finished, finally lifting his head back up to face the group. “That is all that I wish to speak on. Thank you for allowing me the chance to speak on our fallen sister.”

The petaltush beside Avareia stared blankly at Danarshi, virtually understandig only a few words that escaped the Anchorite’s mouth. He waddled up to Lunri and offered a single starflower, freshly picked from his home in Draenor. He then waddled back to Avareia, still confused on what Danarshi said.

Ashaar, and Epilvik stood quietly, listening to Danarshi’s eulogy, trying to remain stoic, but both could feel tears welling up in their eyes. Avareia frowned as her gaze flashed from Petaltush to Lunri to Danarshi. She pulled her hood down as a few sniffles escaped from her.

As Danarshi delivered his speech, her shoulders shook despite her attempts to keep herself composed. As Petaltush waddled up to her, and delivered her a flower, she patted him on the head and tucked it into her hair. When she got home, she would preserve it and frame it, she decided. After a few moments to compose herself at least somewhat, she addressed the group again. “Thank you, Danarshi, that was perfect. Danarshi will release her from the crystal next, as I have already said my goodbyes in private. Anyone is welcome to do so before she is released. After that has been done, her body-” she points with a shaky hand behind her. “Will be burned in holy fire. When you are ready, Danarshi, unless anyone would like to speak their good byes.”

Danarshi’s eyes remained trained upon his peers ahead of him, expectant that at least one of them would have a few words to share. Lunri stood off to the side, looking down at the crystal in Danarshi’s hands as Avareia stepped past the Justicar and the mysterious man towards Lunri. After a few moments, she continued her stride to Lunri, and pulled the Draenei in for a tight, ‘welcoming’ hug. Avaraei said nothing for moments whilst Lunri was still in her grasp, but she pulled back and stared down at the crystal and murmured under her breath, “Light be with you, child, and darkness shan’t corrupt you further.” Lunri hugged Avareia back tightly, welcoming the woman’s tight embrace and kind words. “Thank you, Avareia.”  Avareia reached out to Lunri’s hands and squeezed them tightly; possibly exchanging a brownie or two with the hand holding. She flashed the Draenei a small, warm smile before stepping back next to the Justicar.

Danarshi watched the two sisters embrace. As she utters her wish upon the fallen child, he himself peers down at the gem that remained tightly grasped within his hands. He released a silent breath of a sorrow nature. Ashaar remained silent, but gave Lunri a sympathetic nod as he worked hard to keep his own composure. He may be a smart-ass in most occasions, but he knew that this was no time or place for humour, and he was shit at expressing real feelings. So, he remained quiet and respectful.

Justicar Epilvik took a few paces forward. “While we may not have known one another Sha’Tari, know you held a family and those that cared for you in the Order as much as any other. Although your life was tragically short, and cut from you before you had a chance to shine, to show others what you could achieve, and what you would bring to the world. Though you might not have the chance now, the world nonetheless is forever changed by your presence, and you have affected your mother, who will carry on your memory and your future with her, wherever she goes. She who can tell your story, and in the your memory will not fade, but it will live on, and be acknowledge by our people forever more,” he spoke gently before stepping back once more.

Ava’s petaltush grumbled as the Justicar nearly stepped on him. He looked towards Lunri, and let out a loud call: HYRAAAAAAH!” He blinked a few times, “Wrong one,” he stated in his gruffy voice. “Hyy-RUH, podling bless you, child. You gone too soon, like my dinner.” He stepped back next to Avareia and nodded sagely.

Danarshi’s eyes remained trained upon the soul gem as Epilvik uttered his words about Sha’Tari. As the Justicar finished his speech, the Anchorite peered up at him long enough to issue him with a respectful nod, clearly appreciative of what the man had to say. A smiled cracked at the corners of Lunri’s mouth as a brownie or two was pressed into her palm. Avareia knew just what she needed this day. She merely issued a curt nod to the Draenei so as not to let anyone else know of the exchange. As Epilvik began to speak, his words speaking volumes as always, she hugged herself tight. It was hard to let the Order see her so weak, but deep down she knew they understood. A low nod was offered towards the Justicar as she did not trust herself to peak at that moment. Emotions were roiling inside of her like a monsoon trying to tear her heart away. But at the words of Petaltush, she couldn’t help but chuckled. Epilvik had the opposite reaction to the Petaltush, gritting his teeth at it as he attempted to refrained from kicking into the water. Danarshi also pursed his lips and ground his teeth at Petaltush. He issued the Podling a rather distasteful look before diverting his attention. It would have to do. He expected much worse from a Podling. “It is time, brother.”

Danarshi glanced towards Lunri as she informed him that the time was nigh to send the young spirit away. With yet another nod, the Anchorite shuffled to his immediate right, settling within the middle of the rug. Slowly, he lifted the soul gem up until it was in front of his chest. He opened his fingers and rested the gem upon his palms, so all could properly see the insidious crystal. “You shall not be forgotten, young Sha’Tari. You shall live on within our memories, and soon, we shall come to meet you, I am sure of it, “ he shared in finality. A mere moment later, his hands are bather in the brightness, retaining it’s original form and colour. As time passes however, the surface of the gem would indeed, begin to change, it’s violet purple gradually turning to a holy gold. “Roam free, Sha’Tari. Dioness aca,” he said in farewell. At sudden, the soul gem physically pulsates and releases a puff of unholy energy. The magic that bound Sha’Tari’s spirit to the soul gem has now been broken, and the young Draenei is able to free herself from her crystalline prison. Lunri feels a blissful moment of peace as she sees her child lift into the air. Her tears of utter sadness shift to those of happiness, and a smile breaks her gaunt features. "Fly free, little one. Fly free."

As Danarshi completed the ritual, and Sha’Tari is released from her crystal prison, suddenly there was a flash of light from above, and a gem, hovering high above them, well out of reach, glowed to life, casting a holographic image above the order. The image showed the room that Lunri was all too familiar with, where she was tortured for days, weeks, almost months. Images flashed revealing the details of her torture, complete with the sounds of Lunri screaming in agony, the dark figure standing over her looked an awful lot like Osgoth, though more sinister looking. Lunri laid fully exposed on the table, for the whole order to see, and excruciating details of her torture were played back bit by bit. The images only lasted for a few moments, but it all culminated in the image of the man cutting Lunri open, pulling out her unborn child, and stabbing it with a dagger.The gem in the hilt of the dagger could be clearly seen, glowing as he held the child in the view of whatever recorded this image. Finally, all that could be seen was the image of the man’s face as he looked down upon the members of Te’Amun. With an evil grin, he said the words, “Prepare”. The image cut out as quickly as it started. As Lunri saw the images being played over, she shouted out in defiance, “No! No more! I cannot take anymore!”  She puffed up in anger, her hands clenched at her sides as purple veins popped out of her arms and her body was filled to the brim with adrenaline. "YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME AGAIN." Without thought, lightning crackled along her arms and to her hands, and she aimed them towards the gem. A rage filled roar emitted from her as she aimed the lightning towards it, and released it, overdrawing on her chi as she does so. In response, her body collapsed to the floor, having utterly exhausted herself. She laid there curled up, a shaking slobbering mess murmuring 'no more no more'. Epilvik also released a ragged dagger, and several bursts of holy energy at the image until the gem that was projecting the image shattered, shooting small, and mostly harmless shards down on the group.

Ashaar watched the images with a look of sheer terror on his face. He had no idea the extent of the horror that the poor woman had endured, until now, and he was infuriated. The audacity of this evil sonofabitch, to have set this up to further break Lunri, Ash couldn’t even fathom it. He gritted his teeth as he watched, and when the final image of the man appeared, telling them to “Prepare”, Ash balled his fists up and shook his head, taking a shard of the gem to the cheek without so much as a flinch. As blood trickled down his cheek, he looked at Lunri, and his gaze softened. What she must be going through right now, he had no idea, but his earlier promise still held true. If he was needed, he was ready to fight any fight for any member of this Order.

Danarshi’s eyes were quick to dart upwards at the sudden sound that appeared. He too moved his head as he noticed the floating crystal. He furrowed his eyebrows in some measure of concern, though, once he realized what was unfolding before them, his heart felt as thought the Void itself had crushed in around it, countless emotions of negativity flooded throughout him. Any who looked at him would see that we was struggling to watch the recording, his teeth clenched. As the scene came to where Lunri’s abdomen was to be cut, Danarshi could not hope to continue watching. The man diverted his vision to the ground, and sealed his eyes shut; hearing it unfold was enough to send shivers down his spine. As it was clear that the worst of it had passed, the sinister word, “prepare” ringing from the crystal, he is quick to snap his head back up. Though the projection shatters only seconds afterwards, the Anchorite had been given enough time to make out the wicked Draenei’s face. “Valicos,” he muttered, his voice sounding of hatred and loathing.

Epilvik ached to break him, to destroy him entirely. His fury, aggression, and anger playing out over his features as he was filled with intense hatred at seeing in person what had been done to Lunri and seeing her reaction to it all over again. He bellowed at the image, “You will not come here and victimize our people, you will die for what you have done, nothing you can do, say, or plead will stay our wrath. You will die so slowly and painfully you will think Kil’Jaeden himself is flaying your body.” He snarled in fury as the image dissipated.

Avareia -immediately- rushed over to Lunri, possibly tripping over herself once on the small ‘journey’ over. After the man’s dramatic showcasing was done, she reached her palm out to collect one of the shards that rained down. Clenching the crystalline fragment in her hand, she grasped Lunri and pulled her into a somewhat protective shell whilst he laid on the ground.

Lunri flinched at the touch of the older Draenei, and whimpered. “Please, no-” before realizing who it was. As it dawned on her, she hugged the Draenei. Her body shivered in fear, and she ached to cry it out, but no tears would leave her clenched eyes.

Danarshi took point after Avareia, the Anchorite tossed the purified soul gem aside and fell into a kneel beside her them, placing each of his hands upon Lunri in some crude effort of calming her. “It is okay, Lunri. I was only a projection. You are safe, and as long as we remain within your reach, you shall remain that way.” Danarshi proceeded to peer off into the distance. “Valicos shall pay, dearly, for the atrocities that he has committed, “ he muttered in a rather hushed tone. It was loud enough that Lunri and Avareia could have picked it up, though it was unlikely Epilvik or Ashaar could have heard it from their distance.

Lunri nodded at Danarshi, and tugged him closer, needing the presence of those few she could trust. “I can’t do it. I just… I can’t. He’s left me so broken, and frail.” A numbness spread throughout her body, and she took her arms off of Ava to wrap them around her trembling body. “The-the body. We must burn it before he can take it. He cannot take her. Please, no.”

Ashaar didn’t know what to do right then, and felt really out of place. He wanted to help comfort Lunri, but that seemed to be covered, so he made use of himself by inspecting the perimeter to make sure there were no more threats.

Avareia slid the crystalline fragment into her small crystal pouch attached to her belt before her eyes scanned the area for the other crystal. After a few moments, she found it. Her ‘lifeless’ gaze bore into the fully-shaped crystal before she focused back to Lunri. “Let’s get started, shall we?” Avareia untangled herself from Lunri and pushed herself up, soon offering a gentle helping hand to her. Lunri nodded and took her hand, standing up on wobbly hooves. She draped an arm across Ava’s shoulders to help steady herself.   

Danarshi placed a reassuring hand upon one of the woman’s trembling arms. “He shall not have her. I am certain what we had just witnessed was merely staged. He is not here, nor would he dare tread upon such holy ground. Sha’Tari is safe, her spirit and her body. You are right however, and I shall not disregard your wishes.” A couple of moments later, he returned to his hooves and turned himself to face the corpse of Sha’Tari. “It is time that we complete your daughter’s passing into the afterlife. When you are prepared, I shall bathe her in holy fire. She shall become one with the Light, full so.”

Mr. Petaltush wandered over the ex-soul crystal and poked it, making sure it wasn’t going to burn his fingertips. He grabbed it and ran it over to Ava. Avareia pursed her lips as Petaltush handed over the crystal. She tucked her face downward whispering into Lunri’s ear. They whispered back and forth for a few moments, as Ava was offering to make it into jewelry for her. For the moment, Lunri took the crystal from Ava until the ceremony was over.

At that moment, Danarshi placed his undivided focus upon the small fetus, that of which was Sha'Tari. The sight was undeniably grisly, and was enough to turn even the stomach of Danarshi, of all people. "Are you prepared, sister?" he asked once more in reassurance, directed at Lunri. He would not dare cremate her daughter without her utmost permission.

Avareia perked up. "May I help?" Her gaze bore into Danarshi, as if her eyes were saying 'pleasepleasepleaseplease'.

Ashaar walked up to the others after he was done making sure the perimeter was secure "There's no one here but us, that gem was obviously planted before the proceedings, and whoever left it, is long gone."

Danarshi peeked over at Avareia, and did not hesitate to nod at her. "I would be honoured if you were to lend your hand in the process, though the decision ultimately rests upon the shoulders of Lunri," he reminded her, his eyes turning to Lunri in curiosity.

Lunri looked between Danarshi, Ash, and then at Ava. “Thank you, Ash, it would mean a lot if you would help Danarshi, and Avareia. Please proceed before anything else can go terribly wrong.” She nodded at the three of them, giving her permission for all three to help. Somewhere in the process Epilvik had to leave to assist his wife, Rhuua.

Ashaar nodded at Lunri. “Of course, anything you wish.” He looked to Danarshi. “What do you need my help with?”

Danarshi shuffled to the side in order for Avareia and Ashaar to have the appropriate room upon the rug. “Very well. Raise your hand and walk fourth, with me,” the Anchorite explained, in which he does, indeed, life his own hand and wandered fourth towards Sha’Tari. “Now place said hand upon her,” he continued, doing as he described and placing his hand upon the small body. He was struggling to keep a neutral expression upon his face as he did this.

Lunri wanted to cry, but could not. Her body felt broke, bruised, and drained. It had only been a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. As she stood behind the group, she nibbled on a brownie before walking up to Ava and firmly grasping her free hand.

Seeing that his compatriots are prepared, he momentarily closed his eyes and released a deep, audible breath to control his inner emotions. “Now,” the command echoed down the hall from his lips. Holy fire erupts from the palms of the Anchorite’s, Ava’s and Ash’s hands and meets with the flesh of Sha’Tari. Immediately she caught fire, lighting the motionless infant aflame. All three remove their hand from the child, and take a step back. Once more, Danarshi clasps each of his hands together and rests them in front of his waist, properly closing his eyes and facing towards the floor. “Stand with me, my friends. Let us issue Sha’Tari with a minute of silence sh she has earned.” The Crystal Hall of was wrapped back up into it’s eerie but welcoming silence. Shamans could be heard practicing in the distance, making sure to give the group their space. A few moments pass, with Lunri resting her head on Ava’s shoulder and their hands clasped together as they listened to the holy fire. The crackling of the flames was somewhat unlike that of an ordinary fire. It was oddly calming, in a manner that was beyond description. The very sound of it brought calmness to the group, a reassurance that Sha’Tari had safely passed on, and she would find happiness, even if it was not within the Material Plane itself.

As the silence lingered on, Lunri took a deep breath and once more stepped in front of the group. “Thank you, brothers and sister for coming. It means a lot to me in this time of need. I-I think I would like to go home now and rest.” Her voice sounded dull, empty of all emotions. She just wanted sleep, and watch the rain beat against her window. To hear the crackling of the fire, and forget about her woes.

Danarshi too opened his eyes and moved his head back up as Lunri broke the silence. He watched her with a sympathetic expression as she spoke. At last, he stepped fourth, and offered the woman a supportive hug. “No, sister. Thank -you- for allowing us the privilege to witness the passing of your daughter. We are each in your debt,” he eventually responded, backing out of the hug afterwards. “If you -ever- require -any- of us, do not hesitate to call. You are in the safest of hands, my sister.” He bowed before her. “The time shall come that Sha’Tari is avenged, this I vow. I will not rest until justice is delivered upon Valicos, and Osgoth is found,” He uttered. “I shall leave you to rest, sister. Dioniss aca” He at last turned to make his exit, wandering towards the Seat of the Naaru.

Ashaar nodded at Lunri, solemnly, trying to put on a smile to comfort her. “Farewell, sister. I assure you, that I will be with you and the order every step of the way as we hunt down this man who did this to you. You have my word.”

Lunri waves a thin hand at Danarshi as he leaves, murmuring “Dioniss aca, brother,” at his back. She looked over to Ash, and politely nodded at him. “Thank you for coming, Ashaar. Perhaps we can chat after I am myself again. Until then, dioniss aca.” He sighed sadly, and then straightened himself. Walking out, he puffed up his chest to act stoic, and fight off more tears as he left.

Avareia held out her palm to Lunri. “I’ll get the choker back to you as soon as possible. All of my supplies are set inside of my workshop… which is not here.”

Lunri hesitantly set the crystal and the choker into Ava’s palm. She stared at it for a moment before meeting the Draenei’s gaze. “Thank you, Avareia. You have been much help to me.” She embraces her in a tight hug, nearly squishing her. “Dioniss aca, sister.” Avareia returned the hug, equally squishing her. She clenched her gloved fist around the crystal before sliding it into the same small baggie the choker is in. She looked around, picking up all the shattered crystalline fragments from the strange man’s entrance.

Lunri gathered up Sha’Tari’s ashes in a leather pouch with her name on it before taking out her hearthstone to hearth home.

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I'm finally home.

The cool summer air wafted through my long brown hair as I flew on the back of Osgoth, who had taken a potion to transform himself into a sleek, obsidian, nightwing. The clenching of the muscles as the great wings glided through the sky could be felt on my bare, smooth thighs, and the sound as they flapped to maintain height vibrated through my ears.

It was quite a feeling, flying to our new home. Oz had purchased it the other day, and refused to let me see until he could escape his duties. When he talked about it, the pride and joy on his face was so apparent, in turn making me feel so much more excited to see it. This home would be the place our growing child would grow up in. The home where our marriage would flourish and many happy moment would transpire. It was the start to my new adventure in life.

As we approached, coming in for a fast landing, a farm appeared surrounded by lush trees full of life, green dreamlike hills, and a newly assembled white picket fence. Encased was a flower bed with newly turned dirt, an chicken coop, a small training grounds, and an acre full of farmland ready for planting. A one story, E-shaped house sat in the front, with yellow boards and a white door. *It was perfect*. I finally had a real home I could raise a family in.

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Memory lane

The chill breeze of the harbor glanced across the bare purple skin of Lunri as she mulled around Lion’s Rest. The shrubs were being nicely trimmed by the local gardeners, and the typical group of Pandarens sat by the waterfall in the center of the green. The air up here smelt vaguely of the sea, stirring a longing for the home of Azuremyst Isle. The day previously, she had met a male Dranei named Osgoth at the local bar. They had talked at length about the armies current efforts with the Legion, and how they felt about it. They had agreed on a lot of things, and enjoyed the same alcoholic beverage. He had even offered to walk her home safely, to which she had accepted. The surprise on his face when he saw her makeshift tent by the Earthen circle had procured a giggle from her. Even thinking about it now, a smile spread across her features. 

He was supposed to meet her here today, and she looked forward to it. Butterflies ruffled in her stomach, making her tail and tendrils twitch with excitement. Being away in Pandaria for 8 years, and then seeing her sister a few months previously had rendered her unable to enjoy male company like this. It was a nice change, she thought. A very welcomed change.  Speak of the demon, and he shall appear. There he was, walking towards her with a fat smile plastered on. He was still in his Vindicator armour with a shield and weapon on his back, which she found quite odd. She walked up to him, trying not to run to him. He was much taller than she. He taller than the average male, and she shorter than the average female. She despised craning her neck to peer up at him, so she bounced over to the stone fence next to them, and landed on top of it, making her the tall one this time. A triumphant smile graced her features as she planted her hands on her hip in a mock of attitude. “Now look who is short, Vindicator. What is all this armour for anyway? You really think I am going to try to whirlwind kick, and pummel fist you?” At the mere thought, laughter escaped her in a loud guffaw, resulting in his own deep laughing echoing hers. *BANG*

Thunder clapped loudly against the farm house, making the windows shake in it’s wake. Lunri bolted up in bed, curled up under the heavy, fur blanket Osgoth had bought her. Reality rushed back in when she saw the empty bedside, his various accoutrements still littered across the bedside table. A deep sigh escaped from deep within her as she laid back down, and tears escaped her blue orbs. 

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Ashes, ashes... We all fall down.

The house was a disaster. Laundry was strewn across tipped over, dusty furniture, dishes were scattered across the dirty floor in tiny pieces, save for one of each dish. The books in the library were littered everywhere, with pages dotting the various surfaces, and the mahogany desk was hacked to pieces, wood lying amongst the pages. The only room that had not faced her wrath, was the still untouched nursery. She could not bare to open that door. Opening that door felt like admitting it was all real. That Sha’Tari had really died before her own eyes. That she had burnt her tiny body with holy fire only a few hours earlier. It was a hard truth she could not wrap her mind around. The funeral had just happened earlier that day, and Lunri hadn’t been able to contain the built up emotions any longer. They had tore her to shreds until there was no choice. When she saw it all again, Valicos molesting her mind, digging into the deepest recesses, and then re-watching her child’s death, it had snapped her already ice thin grip on reality. The blade had slid so easily into her chest as Lunri lay there on the table helpless. There had been no emotion on Valicos’s face. Not even a sliver of hesitancy. It seemed to him they were nothing but tools for him to use whenever and however he wished. Then there had been the time it had all started. The day he had come into the house and pretended to be Osgoth. He had cooked dinner for her, and done everything Oz would have done to the T. Even having intercourse with her afterwards, sleeping in their bed. He had molested her body, and then had the nerve to molest her mind and kill her unborn child. 

Her body lay at the base of the fireplace, curled up and rocking back and forth with a crumpled letter, and an engagement ring, held in her hand. The last letter she had ever received from him. Memories of Valicos, and then Oz whizzed back and force through her mind like a tornado of nightmares. It was her never ending torture. 

Lunri,

I look forward to seeing you upon your return, my gem. I hope all goes well for you in Pandaria. I woke up this morning and say outside the ship, watching the sun rise, and thought of you. I understand we are both preparing for war, but I miss spending time with you. I hope we get to spend more time together soon, we still have a wedding to plan.

Love Always,

Oz

Ps. Thank you for returning the letter. I shall continue to read them every day. 

Lunri opened her mouth and let out a horrendous screech of pure agony. Her very being ached to hunt down Valicos and do unto him what he had done unto her, but worse. She wanted to slowly skin him over days, rip nail by nail off, cut off his horns, and carve Light runes into the skinless muscles of his body as he slowly bled out. She had heard Light held an immense pain for Necromancers. It was like her very soul was on fire with the rage he had gifted to her. There was but a small blockage. She could no longer channel her chi. She could no longer meditate and center herself. She was weak again. Weak like the day she had witnessed her parent’s death and could not save them. Like the day her sister had been drug off by scourge gnomes and come back a Death Knight. Would she ever be strong enough? Would she forever be a weak, small husk? A disappointment to her own race? Sobs wracked the frail Draenei’s shoulders as these thoughts spun through her mind over and over like a never ending roller coaster. 

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14. overgrown for the story ask meme :)

((Overgrown- Word prompt.))Lunri walked on her gilded hooves up the stone walkway to her garden. A rather large plot had been made when her and Osgoth moved in to the nearby farm house. Flowers and foods had been planted there in a meticulous order set up by herself. Each row was organized by the needs of each plant so each plant could help the ones nearby to prosper. She had been so excited to have a plot of land just for gardening, but in the month she had been gone, it had remained untended to. Now all the plants lay there mournfully with droopy leaves, and overwatered soil. Some food sported spots of mildew, and rotted pits, while other remained barely rotted at all. Weeds of all sorts had even taken advantage of the nutritious soil to grow their own families. The overgrown nature of her one joy left in life left her devastated. She knelt in the ground next to them, like a mother mourning her child, as her fingers lifted their wilted bodies. Unforbidden tears sprung forth, born out of frustration, and she slammed a fist into the ground. She knew she was over reacting, but she didn't care. She just wanted one thing to be right in her life for once without the constant need to be loved and tended to. Knowing tears and frustrated fists would not bring the garden back to its former glory, she set to work on restoring it. At least a garden could be easily fixed.((Thanks!! Loving these))

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Wish you were here.

The morning air was crisp as dew settled on the recently cut, green grass of the farm. Birds chirped their morning call up in the thick trees, and the chickens, still miraculously alive, were pecking at their morning breakfast of seeds, with the sun just barely rising behind them in its orange glory. Their cow, Delila, was casually munching on the grass while not a few paces away, Lunri was in a flurry of motion. White cloth adorned her hands, and the rest of her body was in loose, leather pants and a tank top. Her soaked body moved fluidly as her blood stained hands hammered away at the wooden post, ‘thwapthwapthwapthwap’. First all the way down the post, hitting each target, then down, in quick succession. Her clothes clung to her slim form in plastered on sweat as her breath came in a ragged, fast pace. In through the nose, out through the mouth. She could rest when she collapsed.

Lunri could not meditate and connect with her chi, but she could still practice. She was determined to not be weak again, to bring herself back to where she used to be. What Valicos had done to her, was in a way, a gift. She would emerge stronger than she had ever been. Afterall, what doesn't kill you, will only make you stronger in the end.

Only now, she had to wear wigs, and her horns were carved with odd runes of a shadow nature, that glowed with a blackish purple. Across her lower abdomen was a pink, jagged scar, from one  hip bone to the other, and voices berated her non stop for hours. At first she thought it was from the emotional trauma, but now weeks later she would hear her mother, father, Aadrika, or Oz. Sometimes even Epilvik or Rhuua. There was a few instances she swore she heard a child laughing from the untouched nursery. She had no idea why these things plagued her as if the flashbacks were not enough, but there they were.

After hours of the repetitive training, her body gave out beneath her and she collapsed to the ground. Her limbs and hooves felt light, as if her body had gone numb to save her the muscle soreness she would later suffer with. She laid there on her back, looking at the sun rise, as the muddy ground soaked her clothes. As her body’s temperature regulated itself, a bone deep chill settled over, pushing her to go inside the house. A deep throated groan escaped at the thought of moving, but she crunched her abs to sit up and tried to stand on her hooves, only to find herself face first in the mud. “This fucking nether blasted rain!” Hands and hooves marched through the mud as Lunri crawled home on all fours.

The warmth of the house enveloped her as the door creaked open, and a sigh escaped between her black lips. With great effort, she crawled to her makeshift bed in front of the fire place and laid there, waiting for her body to grace her with the sweet sensation of pain. Pain kept the voices away, and kept her mind empty, able to think. She had tried meditating yesterday after her workout, but the pain was not enough to allow her the clarity only meditating could bring. In order to connect to, and recenter her chi, she needed to meditate. As long as Te’Amun did not find out she was a weakling again, all would be well for the mean time. She could keep this up, right?  She just needed to fake it until she made it.

A bone thin hand reached over to grab paper and quill with a sudden desire to see her parents again. They had always known what to do, but they were gone. They had been gone for quite some time, but she still ached for them.

Dear mother and father,

It’s me, Lunri. I don’t know where Aadrika ran off to, but I am here in the Eastern Kingdoms, alone. It’s a nice place, but nothing like the beauty Draenor held. You’ll be glad to here I did make a few friends, and I was even engaged. Some recent tragedies happened, though, and now I am alone again. I miss you terribly, and I wish you were here to guide me in these troubled times. You both always knew what to do, and right now I feel so lost. Osgoth, my fiancee, ran off. His brother hurt me, and it put Oz into a blood filled rage.

I hope you can forgive me for not being strong enough to save you both. I hope the pain wasn’t too terrible or too long. I hope it ended quickly, despite the screams I heard as I ran. Please understand why I ran. I couldn’t save you, and now I can’t save myself.

Your loving daughter,

Lunri.

Sobs wracked her slim shoulders as she curled up around the letter, clenched tightly in her hand. She rocked back and forth, whimpering, wishing they were here for her. That Oz was here for her. The screams they had emitted when being attacked played over and over in her head, making her feel insane. “Shutupshutupshutup!!!!” She screamed and screamed, trying to drown out the noise until her throat felt raw, and darkness enclosed on her exhausted body.

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New Beginings

Thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum...bang!

Rain thrummed on the roof of the quiet farm house as thunder punctuated it's beautiful chorus with a loud rumble. Lightning blessed the dark sky in all its glory as the dark clouds roiled by.

Scratch-scratch-scratch.

The quill in Lunri's slim hand scratched against the rough paper in angst as the black ink flowed freely from it to grace the paper in curvaceous swirls. Dried water marks marred the paper, causing the ink to be blotchy in some places. Lunri didn't care. It was hard enough to hold back her tears of pain. Writing this letter, so soon after having lost her unborn child to a monster, was the hardest thing she had ever done. It needed to be done.

"To whom it may concern,

The funeral of Sha'Tari, beloved daughter of Lunri and Osgoth, will be held on the 25th of November at 4pm at the Exodar. Those who knew Lunri and Osgoth are welcome, and any of their friends. Food and drink will not be provided, but a small time for condolences will be available before and after.

Unfortunately Osgoth will not be present. For those not aware, he will not be returning to us. Danarshi has been chosen as the soul binder.

Thank you for your love and support in this time of need.

Your sister,

Lunri.

Over and over she scrawled on parchment for each member of Te'Amun she knew. The scratch scratch created by the friction of pen on parchment filled tbe cold house for hours. By the end, the calming thrum of the rain and the growling of the thunder, had dissipated. The house was left with an eerie silence that unnerved Lunri, and images of the night she was taken flashed through her mind like a carving knife in her mind, in her soul. Never would the brutal images, and the dreaded sensations leave her alone. They haunted her like a plague bent on torturing her for the remainder of her dearly long life. A prolonged death.

She was left in a heap on the floor, curled like a fetus in it's mother's womb up by the fire. Gingerly, she reached out her hand and put it close to the flames. Despite the burning pain along her palm, and her body's ache to snatch her hand back, she held it there. The pain washed away the memories and sensations like a cleansing ritual. It left her hands marred after repeatly doing so, but if she wore gloves, no one would be the wiser. It was the only that kept things at bay. She was alone now, and this was her new life. No more would the smiling, optimistic draenei grace people's presence. Instead she was darkness incarnate, swirling around everyone near her, begging them to understand and feel her pain, the longing in her chest.

A heated hand grasped the soul crystal around her neck. Sha'Tari's soul resided inside. This was all she had left now.

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May the Naaru bless you.

“Be safe, ok? DO NOT plunge ahead of the others. Stay back for once. For me, at least.” Swollen purple hands anxiously flitted over Osgoth’s gold armour in a vain attempt to recheck everything for the hundredth time. Blue hands clasped around her owns, tightly securing them over her chest, as a blue finger lifted up her chin. Her one good eye met those of Osgoth, a smile touching his face with not even a trace of worry.

“My love, I will be fine. We have fought back to back for the last 8 months, but before that I was alone for 25,000 years. It will be okay, Lunri. Rest easy for me. Stress is not good for the baby.” He tilted his head down to kiss her on the lips, before moving to leave out the door. 

“Back lines, you hear me? Back lines!” Before she could say anything else, the door closed shut behind me, leaving behind a worried, and terrified Lunri. “I should have stuck Rhuua on him. Back lines? Who am I kidding. He’ll charge ahead like a bull ready to mate.” Grumbling to herself with crossed arms, she made way for the couch, seeking the warmth of the fire. She had tried to sway him from going, even pulling the ‘but I can’t go, so you shouldn’t either’ card. Which had only resulted in a very grumpy Oz. 

“It is my duty to protect our people, and you wold ask me to step aside? This conversation is done, Lunri. I am going.”

The rest of the night had spent in silence. It had been their first fight, something she had always waited for in fear. She despised it, all of it. She knew he was right, however. Te’Amun needed every able bodied Draenei they could sway to fight. Especially now that one of their healers was stuck home being swollen and pregnant. 

A fist slammed down onto the arm of the couch in frustration. “Stupid stupid stupid girl! I just had to go get myself pregnant.” The day Argus had appeared in the sky, she had felt an instant fear. Fear she would not be up there to help. Fear the Legion would come for them once and for all with everything they had, and she would not be able to help. The thoughts triggered memories of being younger and her parents getting mauled in front of her. She had been so helpless, unable to do anything. She remembered being so angry at Aadrika for not helping, even though she knew she couldn’t help them either. She had to watch helplessly, just like she was now. 

Tears streamed down her face in tiny rivulets as her blue orbs watched the fire dance on the logs. “Please Light, keep them safe.”

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The Legion will fall!!

Character page: 

Miss Lunri

Draenei monk

Age: Some few thousand years?

Eye colour: Blue

Height: 6ft

Born on the Genedar

Lives in Western Plaguelands- Dalson’s Farm

Nickname: Lun

Motto: “The wheel weaves, as the wheel wills.�� -Wheel of Time by RJ

Engaged to Osgoth, paladin, and neophyte of Te Amun.

Birthday is January 13th.

HOW LUNRI IS, WAS, AND HOW SHE CAME TO BE

Behaviour Full of confidence, strength, and good intentions, Lunri lives her days with a smile upon her face. Having spent most of her life absorbed in books, or running for her life, she appears innocent about a lot of things that do not pertain to history, and fighting. Due to this, she can get embarrassed when talking about personal matters. Despite her innocence, there is a wild side to her, which can appear once in a while. When talking about The Burning Legion and her kinsmen's past, you will notice a fiery passion begin to show. She values her people greatly, and despises anything that tries to harm them. Loyalty, friendship, and trustworthiness are very important to her, and she will guard these and practice them to her fullest extent. Her friends are like her family, and she feels honesty, even if rude and blunt, is better than lying and putting up a two faced front. Above this all, she holds loyalty to the highest regard. Her kin, and other races, have been betrayed too much. There cannot be world peace until their is honesty, and loyalty among all inhabitants. 

Appearance Lunri, or as her friends call her, Lun, walks with a careful, considerate grace. The skin on her slender, athletic form is pearl-blue with a silky feel to it, yet calloused, but gentle hands also belong to her form. Upon a heart shaped face, are blue-white eyes that seem to pierce into your soul, black stained slender lips, and moderately high cheekbones. Atop her head are sharpened horns with a slight curve at the top. Purple crystals set into black metal chains wrap her horns from the base to the tip. Underneath her thin clothes, you can feel hard, lean muscles, accompanied but supple, moderately sized breasts and buttocks with the dimples on the lower back above the butt crack. Slim, but well developed thighs and and calves adorn her smooth legs, accompanied by well maintained hooves. 

You'll notice Lunri wears an eye patch over her right eye. Beneath this eye patch, you can vaguely see a white jagged scar. She highly dislikes it when people stare at it, and will speak up should she think you are. She also wears a simple ring with a diamond in it on her left hand, as if engaged. On her back, are always a pair of weapons, as if ready for battle no matter where she goes or what she wears. Yes, she will stay armed in a dress. Should she be caught without her weapons, her fists and legs are just as deadly, so beware.