#Sin’dorei

[kissfortheelves]

Gorgeous sin’dorei for @ CuriousTheren

[bruxatta]

NUNYAFUK

[erogeist]

Lil blood elf sketch for a friend

[martyrette]

‧₊˚ ཐི⋆The Aesthete⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

SWAG ARTWORK CREDIT: simplylost on Discord

Loralaya commission came in! AHHHHH. REEEEE! I’ve been playing them a fuck ton recently and I’ve been ADORING the Voidy RP + Elfie RP. It’s been dramatic and trauma spicy. (I swear I’ve turned them into a Void Tree Mosnter for character development-)

[silvermoonharry]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Love is officially in the air all across Azeroth and to show my appreciation for all of you wonderful people, I've created a puzzle inspired by the love of my life—the blood elves!

(Answers are under the read more)

DOWN

Sunstrider, 2. Theron, 4. Scryers, 5. Liadrin, 6. Thalassian, 8. Sunwell, 10. Rommath, 11. Brooms

ACROSS

3. Farstriders, 4. Silvermoon, 7. Brightwing, 9. Sunreavers, 12. Sunfury

[wynilthyrii]

Lucky ones - part 8

[Part 7 here.]

Deployment.

Right now, they were asking for volunteers, but somewhere deep down she knew—she knew—that if he had still been with the Order today, there would not have been any volunteering. He would have been shipping out with the first push whether any of them liked it or not.

The idea of it had left her queasy all night, made worse by his absence. It was his turn for the overnight watches. She’d grown used to them slowly but surely, but sleeping alone still came hard.

It always would, now.

Her toes dug into the sand of the shore. The wind off the water was strong, kicking up whitecaps and driving the tide a little higher the beach. Perhaps there was a storm offshore.

It would have certainly matched the proverbial one raging onshore.

She knew full well what they had to do, just not the how or any of the details involved and it had nothing to do with a city falling from the sky—or did it? Sometimes she wondered how much things might be connected, how much everything bled together. The flap of wings setting off a chain reaction a thousand years later and a thousand miles away.

It was simply the way of things.

The knight-champion rested her chin on her knees, staring out over the sea. The sky was dark with clouds that hid the moon, the stars. Out here, it was almost cold.

It reminded her of another place and time, of the smell of woodsmoke and blood and ice and the salt of the sea, of cold that nibbled at fingers and toes and the clash of steel and shouts of battle that would give way to the cries of wounded or the murmur of survivors, of commanders. Icecrown—both of her stints there—had been a long time ago. And yet, unbidden, the memories swam up now.

Why?

Her brow furrowed and she hugged her knees against her chest, fingers bunching in the soft cotton of her dress. She wasn’t a Seer like Tyr, but she knew her own mind. If that had swum up from the darkness, there was a reason for it.

The question was what the reason might be.

Was it the reports? Simply the chill of the water and smell of the sea wouldn’t be the culprit; she came out here to think far too often for that. Was it contemplating what came next?

Something else? One of the thousand things bothering her?

Everything was complicated.

The last casualty lists had come through that afternoon. There was a new name among the missing, another person unaccounted for.

She didn’t know if anyone else had seen it yet, that list. Didn’t know what to do about it.

Perhaps it was that.

There was another war coming. There always was. Somehow, this felt different. It felt more like the one they’d all but ended—or thought they had, until the revelation that there was a cycle that continued, that hadn’t yet been broken.

Break the cycle.

It plagued her, what it might mean. She had her theories and all or none of them could be true. It was something she tried not to let bother her as much as it did.

But this—whatever chain reaction had started when Dalaran fell from the sky—this felt similar in some ways. Like the beginning of something big, something that would fundamentally alter everything that came after.

Of course, it was entirely likely that was her overactive imagination talking.

Her problems were both much larger and much smaller.

She wouldn’t volunteer. Most of them wouldn’t. They were needed—either here, or set to another task.

That task still loomed large in her thoughts, helped fuel her sleeplessness tonight.

Break the cycle.

If they could. If they succeeded.

But what would be the cost?

[unabashedrebel]

New best girl art! Made by the very talented Bluezald

[kazhul]

really liked this sketch of my horrible belf paladin but this was as far as i got before my csp trial ended

[hearthdrake-art]

Ohremae Shadowbane

[vo1dtouched]

Barbie meme redraw with my Farstrider, Muhjah, and my bestie’s shaman, Sinwabi, who has the Bloodsail Admiral title. Maybe Booty Bay wasn’t the best port to go to.

[kissfortheelves]

Harrowmourne for @ remus_prime on twitter

[cactusapple]

Court of the Sun

[erogeist]

C0mm for my Warcraft guildie, her Blood Elf having a beach day.

[martyrette]

SPECIAL FRRRRIENNNDSSS

[barsikoizumiart]