#Tuilaa

[caucaxican]

[a small box arrives with a letter folded up inside. the letter reads:]

Hey Tuilaa!

It's the Azeroth love holiday, where you express to the people you care about how much they mean to you. (I was told the other day it's actually more romance-oriented but I don't think that applies here. Love is important no matter what kind it is!) It’s also been awhile since I’ve written, because things have been really busy here.

Anyway, I'm glad you're my friend, and I'm proud of you for doing your best down in Silithus.

I bought this pretty bracelet from a man here on Azuremyst, and I thought you might like it. He grew and cut the crystals himself! I know it’s hard being so far from home for so long, so maybe this will help you feel better whenever it gets really lonely.

I’ve also sent a small tin of tea! My father used to do that for my sisters and me—we all had custom blends he made for us, and he ended up teaching me how to do it too. So I finally tried my hand at making one for you, and I hope you like it.

I also look forward to your next visit! Until then, take care of yourself, and hopefully this made a good day better, or turned around a bad one.

- Rurik

[ @samiesan ]

[the bracelet enclosed:]

[and the little tea tin:]

[samiesan]

I am ready for BFA!

[caucaxican]

i found this buried far in the depths of my drafts and the timing is pretty good because rurik just referenced this to his mentor tonight

it’s from a couple years ago, when @samiesan‘s tuilaa had been detained for attacking rurik

[samiesan]

-WHEEZING- Holy shit!! I’ve wanted this look since I first saw it and I’ve bashed my head against that mage tower so many times, BUT I GOT IT! HOLY SHIT I’M STILL SHAKING!!

[samiesan]

Prompt 5: Darnassus

For Tuilaa, the entirety of her 120 life had been spent staying in one place for a long time.

If it wasn’t Auchindoun, it was Shattrath. If it wasn’t Shattrath, it was the Exodar and after O’ros died, it was Netherlight Temple.

To be fair though, from Auchindoun onwards was mostly her fault… Kind of. She didn’t think you could be blamed for the near destruction of the temple and a dying Naaru’s void poison seeping into those trapped inside, corrupting them. But she was the one that was already building a body count before she turned 120.

This time, she was done being stuck in one place and forgotten. She was done being the damsel in distress that needed to be saved. If anyone was going to “cure” the void poisoning in her mind, it was going to be her.

Despite the kind efforts of others, she was done waiting.

In elaborate plan to sneak out of the Temple, Tuilaa had first decided to head to Argus to further her understanding of the Void.

But as her eye caught the portals to the other Alliance cities… Tuilaa’s plan decided to take a back seat.

Now that she was free of the Exarchs watchful eye, there was no telling what she could do, where she could go. She could see the world if she wanted to!

“And risk adding more innocent lives to your list?”  said the nagging voice in the back of her head, that mysteriously sounded like her mother.

But, she always wanted to see Darnassus…

Oh she heard the tales of the brave, strong and fearless Priestess of Elune, with flowers and leaves in their hair. Wielding bows and arrows as they traversed the woods of Kalimdor bare foot and wild. Large sabers and owls by their side, companions in their plight to honour the lunar goddess.

The ones that came to Netherlight were always enough to make Tuilaa stop and stare. Though, they seemed to have cleaned up a bit, it was always breathtaking to see them in their moonlight white robes with that air of confidence, that could only be bestowed by the power of their goddess.

Her hands tightened around the straps of her backpack as she gnawed on her lip, it was tempting, though dangerous. The Sha’tor had many an ally with the Kaldorei and all it took was one word to reach the Exarch, and she would be in trouble.

But she had already gotten this far…

With a deep breath, Tuilaa marched forward, closing her eyes shut as she passed through the portal. The sense that she was up and down, left and right, was enough to make her temporarily nauseous, but as soon as it happened, it was over.

The general hum of Dalaran was gone and the quiet whisper of the trees as the wind passed through their branches, replaced it.

Slowly, she left the Temple of Elune, the soil underneath her hooves was a change from the echoed sound of the pavement in the mage city. Even the cobblestone walk way had a different sound to it.

She must of looked like a fish out of water, because she noticed a few of the Sentinels were watching her closely. But Tuilaa couldn’t help it, Darnassus was such a change from the buildings and architecture that was Auchindoun, Shattrath, The Exodar and Netherlight.

It was.. Natural.

The air smelled fresh and invigorating and Tuilaa took a nice long whiff of it. But as much as she would love to stay here and relax, she knew she was on borrowed time.

“I’ll stay here for a day or so.” She told herself, earning yet more stares from the local Kaldorei, as she spoke in draenic eredun. “Then it’s off to Argus.”

Tuilaa smiled as the wind brushed against her face and the sweet scent of the forest hit her nose.

[samiesan]

The Sun will Rise

Draecember Writing Prompt #11 - Interacting with a member of the Horde

It was the first time in a very, very long time that Tuilaa had felt the wind. There was always the general breeze in the Exodar, some storm off the coast that happened to find it’s way down the crystalline ramp, or just the odd breeze in general from some of the shaman that were practicing communicating with the element. But none of them could compare to what she was feeling right now. This was a wind that meant a whole lot more. The skies above the Eastern Plaguelands was it’s usual gloom, the murky brown colour that seemed to pollute the air hung like a well forgotten blanket. Despite the air having a stale smell to it, Tuilaa breathed in deeply, to her it was heavenly. But as the wind caressed her cheek and brushed her hair from her shoulders, it did remind her that it was that time of year where it was becoming a little chilly. Pulling her cloak closer around her arms the young priestess urged her talbuk forward, the sooner she could get to Light’s Hope, the sooner she could cozy up to a warm fire and a warm cup of something good. “Or, I can take that portal that’s near the one to Netherlight portal!” Varistus frowned, he seemed a little confused. “A portal?” Tuilaa nodded feverishly as she clutched his letter to her chest. She had received said letter a couple of days ago and decided to question the Harbinger about the details. A few members said he was in his office, at least the one that was dedicated to him since the Orders move to the mage city. ‘Yes, the one in the Greyfang Enclave, the one that I’ve seen tons of respectable paladins use to come in and out of Dalaran. I’m pretty sure it leads to Light’s Hope, it would make the trip a lot more easier and less time consuming.” Varistus rapped his pen against the paper work, his other hand propping up his cheek as he thought about it. There was a small dawning on his face when Tuilaa explained where it was, a small look of deliberation, then conclusion as he cleared his throat and sat up proper. “No, it would be good for you and this trial if you headed directed to the chapel proper though the Plaguelands.” His tone was final and he even gave her a small nod as in “thank you, you can go now”. But something in Tuilaa wanted to debate it, though she wasn’t one to question authority, especially not a member of the Triumvirate. But, in that moment she opened her mouth and took that small assertive step forward, that’s when things became tense. She could tell by the way the Harbingers eyes darted up from his paper work, the way his arm twitched as though he was about to reach for something and decided against it last minute. Tuilaa swallowed hard as she stopped herself short from saying or doing something further. Her being here and her being allowed to take these trials was a test in itself, even now as to quote the Harbinger ‘She was being watched closely’. “As you wish Harbinger.” her words here meek and soft, as she wanted to dilute whatever threat she was posing to him, before turning on hoof and preparing for her journey. The memory played like a unrehearsed play, disjointed and fuzzy, but it was enough to distract her from the soft crunching sound her talbuks hooves made against the dirt road. Tuilaa pulled her cloak closer around her arms as her other hand tightened around the reigns. The bite of the leather straps in her hands was enough to bring her back to this reality and as she raised her head she realized that she was that much closer to the chapel. “Your admittance into my Path, and the Order as a whole, will be watched closely.” Tuilaa reached into her pack, her hand tightening around the letter and something else, something that the Grand Anchorites of the Netherlight Temple gifted her. It would be enough, they said in confidence, this and the holy light of the chapel and the paladins that lived there, plus her own strength. She had confidence over the Light and the paladins that resided at the chapel, but as for her own strength, that was something left to be desired. As long as she had the trinket close, she would be fine. The talbuk stopped and Tuilaa looked upon the arch made of wood and stone that was the threshold into Light's Hope. She took another deep breath of the stale air, steeling herself, as she urged the talbuk onward. ---- The grounds of the Chapel were surprisingly lush and green, the air smelled crisp and fresh, not the musky and stale air that was just outside the gates. It was the difference between night and day, the power of the light and purification and the infestation that was plaguing this land. Slowly, Tuilaa dismounted her talbuk as she took in the sights, squires and knights all wearing tabards from the Argent Crusade milled about the grounds, going about their business. Some took a moment from their day to see the new face that appeared, but continued on nonetheless. Taken by surprise, a young boy ran up to her, grabbing the reigns of her mount. Tuilaa was confused for a second, while she understood common, when it was hastily said to her she couldn’t quite understand it. The boy rolled his eyes and explained slowly that he wanted to stable her mount with the rest of them. Tuilaa apologized, took what she needed from the saddle bags and waved goodbye to her talbuk for the time being. She was surprised the boy wasn’t in more awe at the beast, but considering he’s probably seen the likes of Elekk, Hawkstriders and Kodo, a talbuk was probably a walk in the park. The Chapel itself was a little underwhelming, but she had been told that nothing was as it seemed. Making her way up the hill and into the little building she was met with an unfamiliar Vindicator who seemed to know who she was. “Tuilaa?” he asked, his voice a low rumble as she nodded her answer to him. With a gentle hand on her back he ushered her just a few steps forward before stopping her. The floor before the dias slowly opened up, revealing a staircase that lead down. The Vindicator nodded his head towards the opening as he made his way down the stairs, swallowing hard, Tuilaa followed soon after. Down the winding steps, their hooves echoing against the stone walls, the two draenei soon came upon the meeting area of the Sanctum of the Light. Paladins of every walk of life where here, from the familiar crystalline armor of the draenei paladins, to the crimson and black armor of the Blood Knights and the iron and gold armor of the human paladins. Much like it was up above, a few of them paid attention to her and the Vindicator, but most of them went about their own business. Placing a hand on her shoulder, the Vindicator pointed her down the hall. “There,” he said, pointing to a space to the right. “The Harbinger told you to talk to the Sunwalkers, they meet there.” Tuilaa nodded nervously as the Vindicator patted her shoulder before wandering off to continue his business. Reaching into her bag, she took out the letter and the trinket, holding it close to her chest. Taking a deep breath, puffing out her cheeks and exhaling slowly, the priestess slowly made her way past the sea of plate wearers towards the small enclave reserved for the aforementioned tauren. And boy, were they a sight to be seen. The Tauren and the Draenei weren’t that different, physically, both had horns, hooves, tails and stood almost a few head taller than their allies. Though one was blue and came from outer space and the other was bovine in appearance. Also, either one of them came from a vastly different side of the battle field. There was a lone tauren sitting in the enclave as Tuilaa discovered as she approached. He was a fairly large tauren at that, as he sat on the little stool using a whetstone to sharpen his axe. His nostrils flared as he exhaled sharply, though he seemed to be humming a rather catchy tune. As Tuilaa knocked on the pillar beside her, she watched as his ear turned towards the source of the sound, with his large head quickly following. Brown eyes looked at the petite draenei for a moment before offering a smile as he put down the axe and whetstone. “Ah! You must be Tuilaa, I’ve been expecting you.” if she thought the Vindicator had a low, growly voice, then she was unprepared for what the Sunwalker sounded like. If she had to describe it to someone, she would have had to use the words ‘deep earth’. He motioned for her to join him, gesturing to an empty stool that sat in the corner. Tuilaa bowed, scurrying over to grab said stool and sat down dainty. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Tuilaa, I’m Dahko Springwalker, Sunwalker of Thunder Bluff.” his common was just about as good as hers, though she suspected he learned most of it being here. She felt a little bad that she didn’t know any Orcish, as to make it easier for him to speak something he was familiar with. Dahko held out his massive hand, his three fingers open and expectant and Tuilaa automatically knew what he was trying to do, as she put her tiny hand in his as they shook. “Varistus is an old friend of mine, we met when he was traveling about, before his days of joining your order. When he told me he wanted to meet someone special, I wasn’t expecting a young thing like you.” Dahko’s voice was full of nostalgia as he talked about the Harbinger before turning the conversation back to her. “I’m only in my early hundreds sir.” she blushed, shrugging her shoulders as if the number was nothing. Dahko though looked shocked, confused, then acceptance as he shrugged his shoulders. He’d been around elves enough to know that appearance didn’t mean much when you were near immortal and apparently the rule applied to these draenei as well. “So, what can I do for you today?” Tuilaa gave him the letter, then promptly took it back since it was written in eredun, so she read it to him. Dahko let out a low rumble of thought as he scratched his chin and brushed the long braided beard that hung down, this went on for about as long as it took for her to read the letter and the ensuing silence afterwards, before the tauren spoke again. “Odd that one such as yourself priestess, cannot see the balance of the Light.” the comment wasn’t an accusation of any kind, though Tuilaa felt a little ashamed. “It’s not that sir… it’s..” there was no easy way of telling him the history that she had, the horrors that she witnessed and then, herself, committed and the path of redemption that she was trying to achieve. She clutched the trinket tighter, trying to find strength in it’s warmth. “The dawn will come…” Tuilaa looked up at Dahko, confused at the taurens words as she looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. “When Aponi Brightmane and Tahu Sagewind met, they discussed what the true meaning of balance ment to the tauren people.” Dahko began. “Our people worship not only the Earthmother, but both An’she and Mu’sha; The Sun and the Moon, the eyes of the Earthmother herself. But, as they discovered with the Kaldorei’s exclusive worship of Mu’sha, or Elune if you may, and their ties to us through the sacred practice of Druidism. Unbeknownst to them and to us, have passed down their prejudice of An’she to our students and thus could not appreciate the balance that the Earthmother gave us.” the tauren paused again to look upon the younger draenei in his presence. Tuilaa stared at him, completely absorbed in everything that he was saying. He had to chuckle to himself, never in his life would he be this interesting to a being that was said to be favoured by the Light and the Naaru themselves. Clearing his throat, he continued. “Thus they strove for balance, to revere An’she as much as the Kaldorei revered their Elune. Aponi and Tahu revived the ancient practices of the Tauren people and thus the Sunwalkers and Seers emerged. Because and to quote Chief Brightmane: "It's always darkest before the dawn. The dawn will come, the sun will rise and the balance will shift back to where it should be."” Dahko reached over and touched her hands, the ones that clutched onto the trinket so tightly. “Your people revere the Light so much, that I find that you forget that even your Naaru has shown you that there is balance. From the Light comes Darkness and thus the-” “- sun will rise…” Tuilaa looked down at the large three fingered hand of the Tauren after she whispered those three words. “A-after Auchindoun… after the explosion, after ever-” she shut her eyes as tears began to trickle down her face. Tuilaa bowed her head as she removed one of her hands to hide herself from the taurens soft gaze. “The Void and the Light are no different than Mu’sha and An’she young anchorite.” he whispered kindly. “From what I can gather from those that were willing to talk about, your people once held the same semblance of balance too. It is a shame what transpired, but much like my people, the draenei are strong, you persevere against all odds. But, you have forgotten the balance.” he lifted her chin and smiled at her. “From the Light comes the Darkness and from the Darkness emerges the Light, they are one in the same and equals in every right.” brushing aside the tears, Tuilaa offered a smile back. “A lesson from the Auchenai, back in the day.” she brushed a stray piece of white hair, back behind her ear as she sniffed. “Sounds very familiar.” Dahko chuckled, removing his hand and leaning back in his seat. Tuilaa offered a small smile back, that was, before she remembered something. Reaching back down in her pack, she nearly forgot the other mission that she was sent to do. The First Archon told her, as she left the Harbingers office that day, not to let Varistus know about this, but if Tuilaa was meeting with some tauren… “Here!” she held out a small, childs necklace towards the Sunwalker. “One of our Triumvirate found this one day and has been meaning to give it back to you, or at least, to someone who might know who the owner is.” Dahko took the necklace in hand and frowned, there was no way of knowing who it belonged to at this point and he hadn’t heard word of anyone losing it recently. Shaking his massive head, he took her hand and placed it back in her palm. “Though it’s probably not mine to give, let this be a token of the lessons we have learned today and as a symbol of our new found friendship Tuilaa.” She didn’t know what to say, this was unexpected and she felt so unprepared despite the suddenness of it all. Placing the necklace quickly on her lap, she took the trinket she so desperately clung to and returned the favour, placing it into Dahko’s hand. “This is an essence of a naaru, specifically Saa’ra, the Naaru saved in Netherlight Temple. I was given this as a token of… strength. But… “she smiled. “... I think I can find my own balance now.” Dahko looked as surprised as Tuilaa was when she received the necklace, but he bowed, holding the trinket close to his chest. “I am honoured to receive such a gift young priestess.” he stood up, helping her off her stool as well and Tuilaa was unprepared on how huge Dahko really was. He surely made the Harbinger looked human sized. The two bowed at each other as Dahko followed Tuilaa to the portal that lead to Dalaran. “Here, I’ll give you special permission to use those to get back to your Order. It’s probably a lot easier than getting a gryphon back.” “Less saddle sores.” she chuckled. “I’ll send word to Varistus that we talked young Tuilaa, until then, may An’she guide you.” “The Naaru’s blessings be upon you, Dahko.” one last bow of thanks and Tuilaa stepped through the portal back to Dalaran. The air tasted of magic and incense, the city was thrumming of people going about their business and for the first time in a while, Tuilaa didn't feel overwhelmed. She gave the tauren necklace one last look, before fastening it around her neck. Taking a deep breath, she ventured to the Sha’tor offices to talk to the Harbinger himself.

[samiesan]

Look at the new rides I got for my kids. I’m the cool mom.

[caucaxican]

i’ve been playing the sims lately because Why Not, since i bought it on sale for $5 (as well as the expansions because they were also cheap)

so here’s some screenshots

i’ve actually taken a lot but i’ve deleted most of them by now because i’ve posted them in various discord channels/messages and never thought to post them here

for awhile, @rurukatt‘s helraen worked as a mascot on her path to becoming a pro athlete, and she was still in her costume at one point and this felt like a reaction image

she also cheers at @rurukatt‘s khaanir and @samiesan‘s vivaaldi whenever they kiss

and one night she came home at the same time they came home from a date and she was still in her costume

she’s cheering inside

meanwhile, @samiesan‘s tuilaa and @mooseyells‘s ruua are roommates and are working on becoming classical musicians in their off-time (day jobs are journalist and scientist, respectively)

in Casa de Jovathie, we get cute shit like this:

varistus lives with jovakor and reithie for now (along with ohulan) and sometimes he invites freiha over

jovakor approves of their relationship

ohulan (or as i like to call him, brohulan) just wants them to get out from in front of the tv when he’s watching sports

but they’re cute!

leave them alone

@wineandsalt‘s klement and @karabored‘s kovaal are also roommates and have a greyhound named piper because klement loves dogs

kovaal feels very awkward when it comes to interacting with animals (like the time he took her to the vet while klement was at work because he just wasn’t sure what to do) but piper loves him and almost always sleeps in his room at night

kovaal is also a police officer quickly rising through the ranks, and i think his brain ends up fried more often than not because stupid shit like this happens sometimes

(actually it was just a conflict of commands i gave him, but still)

kasmia became a world-famous author, but then quit the company she was with when she was recruited into a spy agency of all things

she still writes though, and found that she likes to play guitar

granted, that was at her old house, which was very small and she shared with freiha, rurik, and isaala, the last of whom all three siblings are helping to raise

however, with her fame and the money she makes, she moved them all into a big mansion

and then she got promoted to spy captain

and of course she had to interrupt her sister’s dinner to let her know

isaala, meanwhile, is on the path to becoming famous in her own right, as a pro e-sports gamer

oh and also kasmia and helraen are great friends (with benefits) and kasmia likes to take her to fancy restaurants so they can eat weird food and make fun of it

just gals being pals

i should post these things regularly tbh, because i accumulate a lot lol

[caucaxican]

oh i forgot the time tuilaa and rurik had a snowball fight

[caucaxican]

damn right she won

[samiesan]

Tuilaa, Ohulan and Vivaaldi each got the Triumvirate legendary trinkets.

Just in time for Argus.

[caucaxican]

Mana Wyrm, Elderhorn, Wyvern - for Rurik

Has your character performed any sort of experiments? If so, provide an example of one? How does your character feel about them?

Healing Reithie was kind of an experiment, but other than that, not really.  He’s learned (and experienced) a few things though that he wants to try in order to heal Tuilaa, but he’s still very unsure of his ability, and doesn’t want to risk hurting her.  For all he knew, Reithie was a case of beginner’s luck; he’s afraid of making a terrible mistake next time.  Messing around with someone’s mind—even with good intentions, particularly to heal—is always risky business.

Does your character fight for their convictions?

For the most part, yes.  He’s not a particularly stubborn sort (which is almost odd considering who his sisters are), but there are things that mean a lot to him that he clings to and will defend.  A big and obvious one is his current pursuit; despite Freiha’s initial feelings on the matter, he stuck to it, not willing to be barred by anyone when he feels he can use his talent to help countless others.

On the other hand, he is a little bit impressionable and accommodating, so there are some things he may waver on if the argument is convincing enough.

Is there someone in your character’s life they feel indebted to? How does your character prefer to “return a favor”?

Aside from his sisters for finding him as an infant, and his adoptive parents for raising him, there’s Telvaar, a former Auchenai priest who hid in the wilds of Talador during the Horde’s attack.  He ended up helping Rurik connect with the Light as he was intended, and taught him how to harness it for healing.  After Telvaar was killed by ravagers while out gathering food, Rurik promised to continue on with what he’d learned as a way to honor his fallen teacher.  Without Telvaar’s guidance, he would probably not be where he is today.

In general, Rurik tends to return favors by offering help if the person in question needs it some time down the line.  He’s just about as selfless as they come, so he is always willing to be on call if someone needs something, and never expects anything in return.

[samiesan]

30 Days of WoW

Day 26 — List your characters and their levels.

Well, OKAY, you asked for it

Wyrmrest Accord:

Reithie - lvl 100 Draenei Hunter

Vivaaldi - lvl 100 Draenei Mage

Ohulan - lvl 100 Draenei Paladin

Tuilaa - lvl 100 Draenei Priest

Phaumia (formerly Baalemos before he icly died) - lvl 100 Draenei Shaman

Ulanude - lvl 100 Draenei Warrior

Pema - lvl 90 Pandaren Monk

Saelene - lvl 100 Night Elf Hunter

Melrian - lvl 100 Night Elf Druid

Moon Guard:

Grokka - lvl 100 Orc Warrior

Escarina - lvl 23 Blood Elf Mage

Yzmarelda - lvl 14 Goblin Warlock

Qwertie - lvl 11 Gnome Mage

Brunnhelga - lvl 40 Dwarf Warlock

Sershaa - lvl 10 Worgen Rogue

Heilla - lvl 35 Dwarf Paladin

Hyjal:

Canaeda - lvl 100 Tauren Druid

So you can ascertain two things from this list A) I am Alliance trash B) I am draenei trash C) I obviously can’t get to level 40 on any other Horde character. And finally D) I mostly main on WRA.

[samiesan]

If your muse (or you if you're not a role player) had to lose one of their five senses, which would they give up? Happy What If Wednesday!

This one is fairly easy for at least one of my characters. 

Ohulan already, thanks to an unfortunate fel fire incident, lost the use of his right eye, partial hearing in his ear and the two tendrils on the right side of his face. 

So, as a Vindicator (former or otherwise, I’m not entirely sure), he has to try to relearn to compensate for his lack of sight, plus the lack of familiar weight of his tendrils. Which, if you’ve grown up with things growing out of your face, would be very hard to get use to when you lose them. 

Tuilaa is another easy one, probably her sight, maybe her hearing. At the time, she would have done anything to stop seeing spirits or hearing the voices of the damned. 

I’m not entirely sure about Reithie or Viv. Reithie needs her eyes and ears as a hunter and I’m pretty sure Viv would rather look like a measly kobold than loose everything.

[samiesan]

After reading about your experience: what is one supernatural interaction your OCs have had, if any?

Not a whole lot of my OC’s had had supernatural interactions, except for Tuilaa.

Tuilaa is, or rather was, an Auchenai who was born with the innate ability to see spirits without the use of the potion used at their initiation. Unfortunately, this was not what her parents wanted for their daughter. So, they took the advice from someone at Karabor and took her to Auchindoun, permanently, abandoning their daughter there because they couldn’t have a shiney and prized Karabor priestess or Vindicator.

While her ability to see the spirits was unwanted for a very, VERY long time, Tuilaa has recently come to terms with it. Thanks to help and support of her new found friend Rurik, and other members of Rurik’s order who were also former and surviving Auchenai. 

Since the change in perspective, she’s looking forward to relearning everything she purposely didn’t study.

[samiesan]

tuilaa — the empress, strength, judgment; the hierophant in reverse, the hanged man in reverse, the star in reverse

The Empress: Who has been a positive female figure in your character’s life? 

At the moment, it would have to be her pseudo caretaker/warden Rilaana. Tuilaa has seen many a woman like her in the past; Strong, resilient, doesn’t take shit from anyone, and they have been all pretty intimidating! 

But, being “forced” under Rilaana’s constant watch, she’s gotten to know the woman a little more. Caring, though still abrasive, protective, but still guarded, understanding, yet still learning. A few times Tuilaa has sought Rilaana out for some “lady advice” or just advice in general and she really appreciates the woman taking her time to listen to her. 

Strength: On what issue is your character persistent? 

Mostly that it will be impossible to cure the MU!Auchenai and that she, herself, is a lost cause as well. It’s heartwarming to know that there are those that are insistent (a.k.a; Rurik)about finding a cure for the Void energies inflicted on the priory by D’ore, but Tuilaa thinks that there have been too long of a wait.

The Auchenai now, the Necromancers that live in the run down city, have been in that state far too long. Curing them now, well, they’d be lost and the truth about what happened and what they have been doing... Well, it would be kinder to kill them, honestly.

But when the voices of the dead become too loud, the wail of Murmur and the endless cry of the Naaru become too much. Tuilaa must find The Balance. Balance between the Light and the Void, continue the cycle that D’ore can not. Every person on this world has a Balance, but sometimes they are too close to the Light and are blind to what’s behind them, or too consumed in the Void and cannot see what’s in front of them. So, she must help them, help them Balance themselves. Permanently.

Judgment: Has your character ever been given a second chance? 

Yes, twice, to be specific.

The first time is a little more, confusing, for her. Tuilaa can’t remember it much, but it had a lot to do when she “escaped” from Auchindoun. Which, is something she doesn’t remember doing at all. One moment she was trapped with the others in the corridors of the demolished city, next moment she was in Shattrath surrounded by Aldor Priest and Priestesses. 

Tuilaa was sure she was going to die, or worse, be consumed by the void and become bad like the rest. But no, she was given a second chance at life and she can’t even remember how.

The second time was a lot more recent, and heck, it has been the second, third and fourth second chances she’s received. 

Rurik’s ever determined insistence on seeing the good in people has given Tuilaa all the second chances that she’s ever had. Despite, on a couple of occasions, Tuilaa attempting kill the boy.  Rurik is so determined to cure Tuilaa that it has formed a friendship between the two. At the moment, Rurik is actually her only friend.

The Hierophant in Reverse: When has your character’s personal beliefs been challenged? 

To a degree, yes. 

She doesn’t think the Auchenai are wholly awful and TECHNICALLY, she doesn’t think everyone needs to have an extreme Balance reconfiguration. 

She does still think that there are people that are too good for their own good that they cannot see when bad things happen to themselves, or, the world around them. Or, that there are people that are too bad for their own good, that they’ve stopped seeing the good in people or things. But, while as a priestesses of the Light, it’s her duty to guide, that’s all she can do. People have to figure stuff out on their own, it’s the only way they can learn. IF they want to.

That’s something she can’t force, even with murder.

The Hanged Man in Reverse: When has your character tried to avoid making a major decision? 

Probably recently, she’s had many times where she could have walked free from the people holding her prisoner, but there is the sense of security of being near people who are willingly wanting to look after her. 

Probably, also, keeping herself locked up in the Exodar. Staying near O’ros so that she doesn’t harm anyone. 

The Star in Reverse: When has your character lost faith? 

Numerous times, it’s surprising that she still calls herself a Priestesses!

Once, when her parents abandoned her in Auchindoun and never came back. She lost her faith and trust in her parents, or, any adult. Found herself thinking of the city more like a prison, rather than a place of learning or a new chapter in her life. 

Second time was when the Shadow Council came, tried to summon Murmur and failed. Causing the explosion that decimated Auchindoun and the surrounding area. Forcing those remaining Auchenai to flee to the deepest corridors, in order to keep strong. She lost her faith in her people or the possibility that they would be saved as D’ore’s void energies corrupted their minds.

Third, would be herself and what she has become. A murderer, lost cause, forever corrupted and abandoned in this new world. For all she knows, her parents died when the Orc’s attacked, so she has no one. Only a boy who has too much faith in the good things, a stern and silent woman and a broken former Auchenai who ignores her.