#Wyrmrest Events

[thecastcompany]

Here is the January Calendar for the Cast Company! These are all the great events we are hosting! We will be at others for sure as we are in the walls. Yes the walls.

We have a few events that have sign ups if you want to come and be apart of a Cast Company Event! We love see friendly new and old faces in the community at our gigs!

Events that need Sign Ups

**Jan 13th Orc & Human Culture Festival **from 8pm - 11:30pm MG / 6pm - 9:30pm WRA // We are seeking vendors, performers and people to sign up for the orc wrestling and human fashion contest!

Jan 17th - Guild Recruitment Drive in Stormwind on Moonguard from 8pm - 10:30pm MG for Mercenary / Military Guilds // We are seeking more military / mercenary guilds to sign up and come recruit! We will have a bard and someone giving out snacks and hey you can get new members!

Jan 20th - Wings n Metal Anniversary Event from 7pm - 10:30pm MG / 5pm - 8:30pm WRA // We are seeking rock n roll and heavy metal singers to come rock face!

Want to sign up for any of those events? Then join our discord to get deets and murlocs! https://discord.gg/r6Yxkk9W74

[thetirisfaltheatretroupe]

Coming September 7th: "Hellsqueal, the True Warchief's REMIX"

WHO: The Tirisfal Theatre Troupe...and YOU! WHAT: "Hellsqueal: The True Warchief's Remix", a live performance! WHERE: The Shrine of Fellowship, Jade Forest WHEN: Saturday, September 7th, 6:00 PM PST // 8:00 PM Central

(Original poster by our beloved friend Erialin. Miss you always <3)

Many years have passed since the fall of Garrosh Hellscream, widely referred to as only the second worst Warchief to ever live. In the wake of his legacy of failure, come have a laugh at his expense as we take a brief and historically accurate look at his career as Warchief of the Horde! Come join the illustrious Tirisfal Theatre Troupe as we perform this revision of a classic story, filled with drama, heartache, betrayal, heroics, and jokes about bronze frogs and dubious medical typos!

The show will be held at the Shrine of Fellowship in the Jade Forest (Wyrmrest Accord's shard, non-Warmode), a quick portal away for both factions on SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 7TH at 6:00 PM PST // 8:00 PM CENTRAL! Runtime is approximately an hour and a half, though technical difficulties may cause us to go slightly over!

It's been a number of years since the Tirisfal Theatre Troupe last performed the play that put us on the map! While we said goodbye to the Hellsqueal trilogy of comedies a long time ago, with the advent of the wildly successful Mists of Pandaria Remix, we figured now was as good a time as any to dust off the old script and give people another taste of this timeless classic from the Timeless Isles. This time around, a few things are a little different - our standard of quality in what we've written is a little higher, our production value is a little larger, and we've got a number of new and old talent alike returning to the stage! Come join us for this recollection of a simpler time, and maybe find something both new and old to love about this new spin on the Tirisfal Theatre's very first major production that we premiered way back in 2013. Whether you are an old troupie, or someone who has merely heard of us in passing... you're certain to have a Hellscream of a time. Note: This post will be updated and reblogged as more information becomes available or clarifications are added! Special thanks to @shamanofthewilds for editing the time and date details on the poster on such short notice, you're an amazing asset to the company and crew! <3 And best Thrall.

[the-silver-circle]

Gregor sucked in his breath as he watched from his vantage, huddled behind an old stump. He'd seen kaldorei before but this was different, very different. Before him the graceful figures seemed to float over the ground, long red robes brushing over dry leaves without a rustle. In every hand a lantern, its dim light casting flickering shadows onto the mighty trunks that made the forest's vastness seem close. Most striking of all though was their voices. Raised in song or prayer the human could not tell, but their beauty was such that he blinked back tears and felt a shiver run down his spine. Perhaps they were ghosts, not real elves at all. Only one thing was certain, he'd hold his grandchildren enthralled with his tale of the red robed elves.

{Written by Gilthas 06}

Illuridei or "The Watcher's Flame" is a turning of the seasons ceremony. Leaves turn from green to a fireworks display of red and gold while heavy headed crops sway in the fields.

The autumnal equinox is the ceremony of the Watcher's Flame. It has traditionally been celebrated from the breadbasket of kaldorei society, Ashenvale Forest. Held at night, a procession of kaldorei in red clothes bearing lanterns set out from Raynewood Retreat and pilgrimage through the historic region of Azshara.

banner+divider done by Erikailustra

[dicenne]

THE RINGMASTER

Dicenne's outfit for Succulent Tart's Burlesque Masquerave!

Saturday, August 17th 6pm WrA (Pacific Time) Scryer's Tier Stage, Shattrath City WYRMREST ACCORD

FIND MORE INFO HERE!

[fio-renze]

More details to come soon!

[talah-dorei]

Talah’dorei

Translation: (Varies with Speaker Preference) Survival Borne, Borne of Survival, Enduring Children, Surviving Children, Children of Endurance, Children of Survival

Anu’eran voras.

Translation: We rise from the ruins.

We are a night elf themed, lore-friendly, heavy roleplay collective. Our goal is to create a welcoming community for kaldorei roleplayers and their allies. We will strive to promote, generate, and encourage roleplay opportunities outside of the city hubs and inspire world roleplay. Talah’dorei is not a new organization or sect to the night elf culture. It is simply a chosen community name that captures the essence of the night elven story thus far. They have survived so much tragedy. They have endured.

We have a diverse group of people and accept EVERYONE for who they are. So keep sexuality, race, religion, politics, and other similar "High Impact" subjects out of public channels.

Out of Character drama needs to be kept to a bare minimum. Also, remember to keep IC and OOC separate. If you have a problem with a member, please contact the leader/moderator of your choosing, and hopefully, we can find a solution before it makes everyone uncomfortable.

Keep your roleplay etiquette in check. No God Modding. No Meta Gaming. No Trolling. We are a lore-friendly community. We understand there is grey area where headcanon can flourish and expand but please do not force your personal canon on others or expect them to accept it as their own.

We are a 21+ community. Due to the discussions here, members must be able to handle mature language and content. That said, there is no reason to push the mature rating to its limits. Use the spoilers feature for questionable art, this server is a no ERP zone, and keep excessively explicit conversations out of the public channels.

This is, first and foremost, a game. Don't go out of your way to make someone's game time miserable. We all pay to play. Let's have fun and enjoy it! In light of this, since this community is an extension of the game, we are not going to breed misery here. Therefore, any disparaging remarks about the game content, lore, questlines, storylines, or Blizzard choices needs to be kept out of public channels.

Grandstanding will not be tolerated. Broadcasting that you will quit, in the public channels of this discord, because Blizzard made a choice you disagree with will result in a ban. This also pertains broadcasted pity parties that hint or imply that you might as well quit because something is or isn't happening, etc. You will not be shown attention or sympathy. You will be shown the door. No one here pays extra for guilt trips.

Any image created by an AI generator must be explicitly labeled at an "AI Generated Image". Additionally, these images should not be posted in the art channels as it does not qualify as such. If you wish to use such images as a representation of your character, you may do so only in your Character Profile, with the label given above.

[turning-through-the-never]

BRIGHT & BOLD RAVE!

WHEN: Friday, March 24th - 6pm WrA (Pacific Time) WHERE:  Wyrmrest Accord - Drunken Hozen Inn at Dawn’s Blossom in the Jade Forest, Pandaria (Map Below) WHO: Cross-faction/cross-server friendly! WHAT:  Wear anything bright and/or bold, come show off those pretty mogs and dance the night away! Bartenders will be NPC and the music link will be provided in-game at the event.

We do have a community set up called ‘Hereafter’ which will be used for anchoring in these casual events. If you have issues seeing people there, join the community and ask for an invite! If you are on another server, definitely join the community so we can pull you over!

JOIN COMMUNITY HERE!

**Hosted by a couple of us in the guild Hereafter wanting to offer some more RP for the community! Any question, feel free to contact me here or on Discord at Marvolo#8114**

[nahisummerhold]

(Moodboard for last night’s ball. Dress design by me)

[siennablaze219]

[the-society-circle]

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[warcraft-lore-archives]

War of the Scaleborn Lore Facts

The War of the Scaleborn: A Timeline

Mounting Tensions

The events of the novel start just over a decade after Galakrond’s demise (32). By the end, it has been around five centuries or so since the dragons were granted the titans’ gifts (368).

Tyr, worried the dragonflights needed to grow more quickly to face whatever threats might arise, commanded Alexstrasza to take primal dragon eggs from the wild and forcibly infuse them with Order magic (19, 24). Ysera and Nozdormu disagreed with this course of action, but Malygos and Neltharion persuaded the Dragon Queen it was necessary. Alexstrasza ultimately acquiesced to Tyr’s demand with one stipulation - that they only take unguarded eggs that had been abandoned (23-25). It seems, however, that this edict was not always obeyed; some of the primal dragons reported their entire clutches being stolen time and time again (83, 206).

The dragons placed no restrictions on ordering dragons who were with clutch as long as they consented (134).

The whelplings born of primal eggs taken from the Dragonwilds were aware they had been stolen, many remembering vague sensations of Order magic transforming them while still in the shell (53, 83, 133, 206). Vyranoth expected hundreds, if not thousands, of eggs were stolen over the course of the war (211). 

The Aspects engaged in diplomatic relations with the primal dragons for two centuries, Wyrmrest Temple acting as a neutral embassy between the factions. Unfortunately, the Winterskorn War only served to increase the primal dragons’ mistrust of the titan-forged and, consequently, the Aspects (44, 175). 

Iridikron launched a propaganda campaign against the ordered dragons, claiming they were responsible for everything from forcing Order magic on tarasek to the primal dragons being pushed out of their hunting grounds. Iridikron continued this campaign by forcing his clutch-sister, Ikronia, to burn down the towns of tarasek and mortals alike, spurring even more negative sentiment against the ordered dragons (74-76, 88). Some mortals actually joined Iridikron’s forces as a result (76). 

It was at this time Iridikron officially named his faction of followers the Primalists (117).

Raszageth and Ikronia terrorized mortal and tarasek settlements for 50 years (116).

While Raszageth often attacked ordered dragons on the edge of the Broodlands, she never dared to fully cross the border until her final attacks on the Reach (126). 

Despite Raszageth’s attacks on their borders and Iridikron’s rapidly growing army - stirred by primalist propaganda as it was -, Alexstrasza strove for peace (88). 

Neltharion attempted many times over the years to send emissaries to meet with Iridikron in Harrowsdeep, but all were turned away, sometimes even violently (88).

Alexstrasza allowed the primal dragons to hunt in the territories around Wyrmrest Temple so long as they did not harass the ordered dragons (111).

Alexstrasza forbade the drakes from fighting with the primal dragons unless lives were at stake (136).

A Rising Storm

Though it was not the case initially, the primalist forces outnumbered the Aspects’ at the onset of the war by three-to-one (115, 198-199).

Neltharion kept the truth of Tyr’s death from the dragonflights, though the Aspects knew (112). It was not until war officially broke out many decades after the keeper’s death that the ordered dragons found out the truth (230-231).

Stormsunder Crater, a region in the eastern part of the Forbidden Reach, was formed when Raszageth crashed to the ground during her assault on Neltharion’s dracthyr (154). 

Raszageth’s attack on the Reach came to be known as the Battle of Stormsunder (242). 

Neltharion did not want word of what transpired that day in the Reach - and the dark truth of what he did - to get out. Nor did he want Iridikron to turn the dracthyr against the Aspects. Afraid he could not manage either of those things without the control Oathbinder afforded him over the dracthyr, he gave them one last command with the remains of the destroyed artifact and sent them back to their creches (158, 164). A short time later, Malygos would freeze all of the dracthyr in a deep slumber (165).

Neltharion lied to Malygos about what happened at the Reach, telling his old friend that he’d personally attacked and incapacitated Raszageth before imprisoning her (161).

Malygos agreed to help Neltharion conceal the truth of what occurred at the Reach under two conditions: 1) that he would be in Malygos’ debt, to be called upon at any time, and 2) they tell Alexstrasza the Incarnates attacked the Reach right away (163).

Neltharion did not want to tell Alexstrasza about the dracthyr out of concerns that the Dragon Queen, dedicated to peace as she was, would disapprove of his choice to breed soldiers for war (161).

After Raszageth’s attack on the Reach, Alexstrasza declared all primal dragons banned from the Broodlands and Wyrmrest Temple (168). 

Battle Rages

At Iridikron’s behest, a newly-made Incarnate Vyranoth and the Primalist forces attacked Wyrmrest Temple in retaliation for Raszageth’s imprisonment. Aside from Raszageth’s attack on the Reach, this was the first battle of the war (183-184). 

Iridikron later launched another attack on Wyrmrest Temple in an event now known as the Battle of Dragonblight. The ordered dragons won, but at the cost of any territory they had beyond Wyrmrest Temple (219).

Iridikron and other primal dragons often sent earthquakes throughout the Broodlands in covert attempts to destabilize the ordered dragons’ efforts. In response, the blue and black dragonflights erected a series of magical obelisks along the Broodlands’ border that would make the land impervious to Iridikron’s earthly attacks. Each of these obelisks was connected to Vakthros through a ley line (86, 201). 

During the war, Malygos lobbied to alter the obelisks so that they would form a shield of sorts over the Broodlands. Unfortunately, Malygos warned the strain placed on them would cause the already old obelisks to give out in a year’s time. They lasted twenty-five, falling victim to sabotage from within at the last (201-202, 219, 225, 235).

The ordered dragons suffered only a hundred casualties over the first twenty-four years of battle while the Primalists lost about a thousand (220).

Nozdormu was the one to suggest building a vault to hold the Incarnates in perpetual stasis, though it was Alexstrasza who inspired the idea by insisting they not kill them (205).

Alexstrasza established flight academies for drakes at this time to teach them the skills they would need to defend the Broodlands (220).

Nozdormu saw a potential alternate timeline in which Alexstrasza hunted down and killed each of the Incarnates, one by one. The dark truth of what she had done in that timeline broke the alternate Dragon Queen’s mind, causing her to terrorize the world. In another, she forced all dragons to choose between Order magic or death (223). 

Nozdormu also told Alexstrasza that her death would inevitably lose them the war in every timeline (224). 

According to Nozdormu, Fyrakk was always the first or second to fall in the potential timelines he saw (246).

Six ordered drakes, among those who had been stolen from the Dragonwilds as eggs, turned against the Aspects in outrage when they learned the truth of their upbringing. Their ranks included Talinstrasz, Sirigosa, Ellegos, Nolizdormu, Azarian, and Ivarus. They were the ones who sabotaged the magical barrier protecting the Broodlands (227). Sirigosa would later claim she saw the error of her ways and repent (280).

Malygos was the one who captured and imprisoned Fyrakk in a conflict now known as the Battle of Flamesfall. He weaved an illusion over himself to appear as Alexstrasza, then whisked the Incarnate through a portal to the Vault once they engaged in combat. Ysera put Fyrakk in a deep slumber, allowing the Aspects to imprison the Incarnate once and for all (258-259, 265).

Five hundred of the Primalists’ forces were slain in the Battle of Flamesfall. It was the second single greatest loss of life during the war, second only to the Battle of Emberfall in which a thousand casualties were suffered between both sides (265, 267).

In the Battle of Emberfall, the brood-mother Oxoria made a push into the Reach to free Raszageth. Nearly two hundred of the black dragonflight perished in the battle (267).

The red dragonflight also had to contend with a growing force of djaradin encroaching on the Waking Shores at this time (267).

The djaradin had only become increasingly hostile in the last century, perhaps using the ongoing war to their advantage to claim territory in the Waking Shores (269).

Alexstrasza forbade drakes from fighting on the front lines against full-grown primal dragons (270).

As time went on, betrayals became more common among the ordered dragons. Black dragons played double agent, bronzes attempted to reverse time to help the Primalists, and members of the green and red dragonflights made a bid to kidnap eggs from the life pools, among other things. Many of them were imprisoned beneath the Obsidian Citadel and later freed by the Primalists (270, 277-278).

Iridikron’s Rockfuries did not personally join the battle until centuries into the war (287).

Alexstrasza challenged Vyranoth to single combat. The terms were such that if the Dragon Queen were to win, Vyranoth would consent to being imprisoned within the Vault of the Incarnates or perish. The duel was held at the Icebound Eye, part of Vyranoth’s territory (290, 293, 300, 319). This event occurred over fifty years after Fyrakk’s imprisonment (266-267, 289). 

Upon Vyranoth’s defeat and subsequent imprisonment, her dragon companions swore to join Alexstrasza’s cause as long as she honored her original promise to Vyranoth and not force Order magic on them (321).

For centuries, Iridikron’s earthquakes had been part of a plan to carve out secret caverns and tunnels under the earth for an eventual underground attack on Valdrakken (298). 

For the next few decades after the battle at Valdrakken, Iridikron tried and failed to create more Incarnates to replace his lost commanders (331). 

It wasn’t until the end of the war - after three Incarnates had been imprisoned - that Iridikron turned to the djaradin (334).

After Razviik, Mithruz was Vyranoth’s third-in-command. He would fall in single combat against Ysera toward the end of the war (235, 325). 

Neltharion ultimately subdued Iridikron by using the gifts the Old Gods gave him. He vowed to himself it would be the last time he ever gave in to the whispers (371-372). 

As part of the negotiations made between the ordered dragons and the remaining Primalists at the end of the war, Alexstrasza promised to withdraw from the Dragonwilds and grant them to the primal dragons. She also swore that no primal egg would be stolen from its nest ever again (375). 

Alexstrasza then personally visited each dragon that had been taken and ordered in the shell, promising all of them a boon as recompense for the act she had committed without their consent (376, 378). 

Alexstrasza and the Aspects resolved to never speak of the War of the Scaleborn again, wishing to avoid imposing the horrors of it upon future generations (380).

The Vault of the Incarnates was bound with three magical protections: one of time, one of arcane, and one of stone (381). 

Alexstrasza & The Red Dragonflight

Before and during the War of the Scaleborn, a red dragon by the name of Saristrasz acted as Alexstrasza’s majordomo (5, 301).

Tyranastrasz, one of the Dragon Queen’s consorts before his death during the Second War, may have actually been her mate as far back as when they were proto-dragons (8). 

Alexstrasza knew the name of every dragon hatched at the life pools (133).

The Ruby Flamebringers served directly under Alexstrasza (272).

Neltharion & The Black Dragonflight

The black dragonflight’s majordomo was Nalaxa (159). 

A black dragon by the name of Umbrenion was principal architect of the Obsidian Citadel and various structures within Zaralek Cavern (29).

The Shadowscales were a military sect of black dragons dedicated to gathering intelligence on the enemy. They were led by Egnion (61, 86).

The Ironscales were one of the largest battalions in any dragonflight, numbering nearly two hundred (304). By the end of the war, they still boasted around one-hundred-fifty (346).

The Onyx Reavers of the black dragonflight were incredibly deadly in combat. They used their speed to their advantage, often dropping on unsuspecting enemies from above at such breakneck speeds that they would easily shatter their enemies against the ground (236, 254).

Custom dictated that the bodies of black dragons be burned, their bones interred in mausoleums in the Veiled Ossuary, and their ashes spread over the magma falls in the Waking Shores so that they could return to the earth from which they originally drew power (160, 242).  

Neltharion had heard whispers since even before he became Aspect. It wasn’t until sometime in the next two hundred years that they grew stronger, afflicting him with tormenting thoughts and whispers. He never told another soul about them (87).

Neltharion heard at least four separate voices whispering to him (87). This is of note since at this point, Aman’Thul had already dealt with Y’Shaarj, leaving just three Old Gods.

Neltharion experimented on mortals in secret for years, seeking to understand them so that he could create a hybrid army capable of withstanding the primals’ burgeoning might (105).

At this time, Rashok was captured by the black dragonflight and imprisoned within Aberrus (105-106).

Neltharion discovered Oathbinder deep within a titan vault. He asked the titan-forged to modify it so he could use it on the dracthyr specifically (149).

Neltharion was still mostly in control of his faculties after submitting to the Old Gods during the battle at the Reach, though he acknowledged he would never again be the same after letting them in (157). With time, the whispers would only grow stronger, sometimes even debilitating (195).

The black dragonflight spent 300 years preparing for war in secret, having started forging a massive cache of armor and weapons since the day after their oathstone was empowered. In doing so, they developed new forms of blacksteel and elementium, lightweight metals that could provide the dragons protection in the air (193).

The Blue Dragonflight

Beregos was the archlibrarian of the Azure Archives (220).

Centuries after Iridikron began his movement against the Aspects, the blue dragonflight learned how to summon and control arcane elementals (130).

The blue dragonflight frequently employed arcane elementals glamoured as dragons on the field of battle to make their numbers look bigger than they actually were (282).

Malygos and Nozdormu usually fought side by side (281).

Malygos was able to enchant stones that would portal a dragon at a moment’s notice, should the need arise (342, 361).

The Bronze Dragonflight

During the war, the bronze dragons discovered they could reverse wounds with time magic (267).

The Green Dragonflight

The green dragonflight’s majordomo was Vathira (208).

Toward the end of the half-century Raszageth perpetrated attacks against ordered dragons, Ysera oversaw the creation of the Eye of Ysera within the Dream (126).

The Incarnates

Thanks to Fyrakk’s help, Iridikron discovered the means by which primal dragons could imbue themselves with elemental energies and become Incarnates. It is unclear if this means Fyrakk uncovered the crucial knowledge, or if his being the first to survive the process simply helped Iridikron crack the code in his own discoveries (though the latter seems more likely) (33-34). 

Hundreds of primal dragons perished in the initial attempts to infuse themselves with elemental powers. Fyrakk was the first to succeed, followed by Iridikron, who then helped Raszageth through the necessary rituals (31, 32, 36). Iridikron did not consult Fyrakk when he opted to add Raszageth to the Incarnates’ ranks, something which greatly angered the fire dragon (31). 

While ideologically opposed to visage forms, the Incarnates decided taking on forms rooted in the elements could give them a tactical advantage in the war (116).

Fyrakk

Fyrakk is Alexstrasza’s cousin. He was the one who taught the Dragon Queen how to hunt and fight (21, 179, 248).

Iridikron

Neltharion and Iridikron had long been rivals by this time, though they were once close thanks to their shared interests in the earth. While it is unclear exactly when they grew apart, it seems likely their disagreements over the titans’ gifts caused a rift to form between the two dragons (22, 86, 124).

Even as an Incarnate, Iridikron was smaller than Neltharion (124).

Though Alexstrasza was close friends with Vyranoth and cousin to Fyrakk, she had never actually met Iridikron (22).

Iridikron had a sister named Ikronia who willingly submitted to Order magic and became a black dragon (70-71). Few of the primalists knew she even existed (169). Though allied with the Primalists, she perished at Raszageth’s hands during the Incarnate’s attack on the Reach (148).

Vyranoth

Vyranoth initially thought Iridikron no better than the Aspects, having altered himself for the sake of power just like them (46). Though he obsessively sought to recruit her to his side, she refused to pick either him or Alexstrasza over each other, instead desiring peace and neutrality (49). 

Vyranoth hadn’t laid a clutch of her own in centuries, having declined to take a new mate ever since Galakrond slew her last one (50). 

Alexstrasza and Vyranoth used to meet for a hunt at least once a season (61). 

Razviik, once of the proto-drakes Vyranoth had taken under her wing, was the one to bestow the moniker “the Frozenheart” upon her (206).

The Mortals

A tribe of trolls took up residence in Apex Canopy, a small region in southwestern Waking Shores. Having seen that they would shape the fate of the world in time, Nozdormu informed Neltharion who then told the other Aspects of his plans to reach out to them. Each of the Aspects, cloaked in an invisibility spell by Malygos, descended upon the settlement to investigate the mortals (63-65).

Neltharion claimed the trolls migrated to the Broodlands from larger well-established civilizations in the south (65).

The Aspects debated over how best to approach the mortals. Ysera thought they shouldn’t interfere with their development, but Nozdormu insisted a relationship between dragonkind and the mortal races would be important in times to come (65-66). 

Ysera was the first one to propose the dragons don visage forms to empathize with and understand the mortals (66-67).

Malygos initially wove illusions around the Aspects, trying to mimic mortal forms to little avail (67). 

Alexstrasza eventually sent emissaries to the mortals cloaked in temporary visages developed by Malygos (103).

Both the green and red dragonflights took to visage forms much more quickly than any of the other flights. As a result, the mortals forged strong bonds with the green dragonflight and moved in great numbers to the Emerald Plains (112, 131).

After five years, the mortal settlements in the Broodlands grew to triple their initial size (103).

By this time, mortals had trained wolves to hunt alongside them (104).

The dragonflights began forging relationships with Northrend’s indigenous mortal races as well (111).

The dragons gifted technology and knowledge of projectile weapons to the mortal tribes living in Apex Canopy so that they could defend themselves in the event of an attack (176).

Locations in Lore

The Aspects were the ones who conceived of Valdrakken, not the titan keepers. That said, Tyr may very well have influenced its building by teaching Alexstrasza about cities (4, 11).

While the Dragon Isles were originally known as the Broodlands, the vast expanse of territory beyond them - stretching far into modern-day Northrend - was called the ‘Dragonwilds’. The Aspects’ law covered the disparate territories of the Broodlands, but did not extend to the Dragonwilds. As a result, many primal dragons averse to the titans’ influence chose to live there instead of the Dragon Isles (14, 31-32).

Iridikron was rather reclusive and usually kept to his underground den, a place called Harrowsdeep near the Stormscale mountain range, part of what is now known as Northrend (22, 31, 39). Vyranoth’s aerie was in the ‘Frozen Fangs’ - likely Icecrown - while Fyrakk made his home in the ‘Caldera’ (33, 49, 81).

Raszageth’s aerie, the Whorl, was the closest of the Incarnates’ dwellings to the Broodlands (169).

Wyrmrest Temple was constructed simultaneously with Valdrakken (32).

Twenty years after Wyrmrest Temple was built, construction finished on the Obsidian Citadel. Shortly after that, Vakthros was completed as well (43-44). 

Alexstrasza had an upper tier added to the Ruby Life Pools two centuries later after its original establishment (48).

Construction on the Vault of the Incarnates was completed after twenty-five years (222-223).

Stormsunder Crater, a region in the eastern part of the Forbidden Reach, was formed when Raszageth crashed to the ground during her assault on Neltharion’s dracthyr (154). 

The mountain range at the northern edge of the Dragon Isles is called the Scalecracker Peaks (159).

The mountain range housing the Obisidian Citadel is called the Black Mountains (254).

The mountain range on the eastern edge of Thaldraszus was one of the tallest mountain ranges in northern Kalimdor, rivaled only by the Storm Peaks (266).

Some of the many new regions mentioned in the War of the Scaleborn, exact locations unspecified, include: Icewing Rift, the Molten Abyss, Emberstone, the Glacial Maw, Frostfire Chasm, Cinderfrost Vale (220, 237, 249, 254). 

Sawtooth Mountain was near Wyrmrest Temple (336).

The Icebound Eye was a natural sinkhole in the Frozen Fangs (294).

The earth tendrils curving around the Vault of the Incarnates are not naturally occurring structures. They were made when Neltharion ossified lava Iridikron pulled from the surrounding magma pools during their confrontation at the Vault (316).

Misc

Drakonid are actually tarasek who have been transformed by Order magic, not unlike the dragons (14).

Ordered creatures apparently take on a subtle scent of something akin to “smoke and stardust” (15).

Only one in four whelplings in the primal dragonwilds ever made it to drakehood. Alexstrasza supposed barely half of those even saw half a century of life (25).

Primal dragons often abandoned their young when they grew into drakes, though one brood mother - Oxoria - was notorious for raising broods with sustained familial bonds (200).

The ordered dragons’ whelplings were raised communally, allowing their parents to be as involved in the upbringing as they desired. Sometimes this meant they chose not to be involved at all, complete strangers to their offspring (53, 135). 

Dragons can be identified by their scales (92).

It is not unusual for one to experience great disorientation and vertigo after their first portal travel. It can take hours to recover (259).

Captain Drine has been guarding Valdrakken ever since the War of the Scaleborn (305).

The dragons were under the impression that they needed titan keepers to create more Aspects (322, 326). 

The Dragon Isles are the djaradin’s ancestral lands (334).

[thecastcompany]

Cast Company Summer Memories

Here are the Summer Memories of Cast Company between the months of June and July!

We kick off the summer with a Pride Party! We hosted a Pride Party and asked folks to dress up in their best Pride Outfits!

Blix over here supporting the Lesbian Flag!

Quin supporting Cast Pride and Bisexual Pride! @toomany-elves

We did a Lakeshire Market in the Summer ( During that Treasure Goblin Phase Fiasco ) and we challenged our folks to bring quest to the market or take a picture by the water! And here is our lovely pictures of folks posing by water!

THEN THE THOUSAND BOAT BASH BEGINS! AND WE SAID SHARE YOUR BOATS!

This was also how we found out.....the boats were racial.

We Attended the Tiragarde Trot and asked our guildees to get on horse mounts and take a picture!

We then head out to Booty Bay for the 4th of July!

And we hung out, played games, chatted, and watched fireworks while listening to Classic Rock together!

We then had Club Cast Faction Packed Night and asked our guildees to represent there favorite factions!

We hosted a Culture Cache where we tasked our members to wear the clothing of their respected cultures!

continue to part 2! in another post!

[swampgallows]

From those who brought you 2020's WARSTOMP comes DRAGONSTOMP, a celebration in honor of Dragonflight and the underground rave scene!

Saturday, May 20, 2023 12PM Server Time (Pacific Time) to 1AM

🎧 Streaming: 🎧 https://www.twitch.tv/swampgallows

🐉 WoW: 🐉 Wyrmrest Accord-US, Twilight Highlands (15, 16)

After the rousing success of WARSTOMP, <bwee> and friends have come together again to celebrate the end of the Fourth War, as well as our new friends in the Dragon Isles, at DRAGONSTOMP!

Surrounded by flowers at The Circle of Life in Twilight Highlands, party-goers will enjoy countless fireworks, cluster and firework rocket launchers, flares, D.I.S.C.O. machines, and DDR (Dance Dance Darkmoon) dancefloors to light up the night. Free goodies will be available all evening as races from all across Azeroth dance together in this hard-won time of peace.

***This event will take place BOTH in World of Warcraft on Wyrmrest Accord AND live on Twitch. Join us in-game, on Twitch, or both!***

Timeslots and venue location below!

Twitch info:

Timeslots are as follows (all times pacific / WRA server time):

🌟 12 PM: Gallows 🌟 1 PM: Kontakt 🌟 2 PM: exjaynine (filling in for Hinzsight) 🌟 3 PM: Anglerfish 🌟 4 PM: Jimni Cricket 🌟 5 PM: Nick Justice 🌟 6 PM: SK 🌟 7 PM: Nyxxris 🌟 8 PM: Burst 🌟 9 PM: VampyVicious 🌟 10 PM: Buttonz 🌟 11 PM: rare92

🚂🎵🎶 Sets will be broadcasted via Twitch raid train: viewers will be automatically sent to each DJ's channel at the start of their set. This way every DJ gets unique viewership! If you like what you hear, we encourage you to donate and/or subscribe to the channel! 

Not sure where to hop on the train? My channel (twitch.tv/swampgallows) will serve as a hub during the event. 🚂🎵🎶

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🎮 World of Warcraft details: 🎮

The event will be located at The Circle of Life in Twilight Highlands near the Vermilion Redoubt, almost on the border of the Wetlands. It is past the cave and group of lakes depicted on the northwest corner of the map.

The TomTom coordinates for Twilight Highlands are (15,16).

This area requires a flying mount to access. If you do not have a flying mount, whisper Arete-WrymrestAccord in-game and I can ferry you on a Sandstone Drake or arrange for a warlock to summon you. Not on Wyrmrest Accord? Fear not! Look for our premade group “DRAGONSTOMP” in the Group Finder!

There will be hundreds of toys and cosmetic items available: dance sticks, fortune cards, enchanted dust, inky black potions, food with fun buffs, dragon-themed drinks, and more! And don't forget the THOUSANDS of fireworks!

***

🌸 We hope you'll meet us in the meadow! For Azeroth! 🌸

[the-silver-circle]

RITE OF ASCENSION

Recap All are welcome to join the Silver Circle for the sacred “Rite of Ascension,” a ceremonial transition of leadership within the Silver Circle. Witness and participate in the passing of the Keeper mantle from Feyawen Nightury to Celassa Kal’nor.

[momiji-bookhouse]

Albedo with the prompt Qingxin?

[Qingxin]: "He's so in love he would pluck the stars from the sky if you ask him to."

Event Masterlist

pairing: Albedo x gn!reader

genre: fluff

"Hey (Y/N), can I ask you something?”

“Hm?” You made a noncommittal noise in reply, your eyes still not leaving the paper report that you’re still in the middle of finishing.

“Do you think Captain Albedo likes you?” 

The pen in your hand nearly skidded off the page, saved in the nick of time thanks to your reflexes. Captain Eula wouldn’t appreciate having to decipher your report about a hilichurl attack with the presence of a jagged ink line.

You look up at Liesel, a fellow scout in the Reconnaissance Company, who’s looking back at you with seriousness in her eyes.

“Wha-what kind of question is that?” You sputter, your cheeks flaring hot for a moment against your will.

“A legit one,” she replies evenly, unperturbed as if though she didn’t just sucker-punched you with her question. “I mean, think about it, how many could say that they have the ability to make him leave his hermitage on Dragonspine? One other person, and that’s the Acting Grandmaster so of course he has to come back to the headquarters when she needs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Liesel, we see him in his lab here sometimes.”

“Yeah, emphasis on the ‘sometimes’. Whenever he’s here is either because he’s getting some more materials or meeting with his alchemists, and then he’s out the door before any of us could greet him. It’s like he can’t get out of the place quick enough. But whenever you’re here, he just has to pop in and say hi, doesn’t he?”

“It’s for business,” you protest. “It’s not like he makes a special occasion to come down and see me.”

“Excuses, excuses,” she tuts. “He could’ve sent a message like he usually does, but somehow when it’s business with you, he just has to talk about it with you in person. Isn’t that funny?”

“What’s funny is you reading too much into it. If that’s your only evidence, then I’m afraid you have a flimsy case on your hands. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a report I have to get back to,” you say with finality. 

“Fine, but mark my words, (Y/N). I see something in his eyes that I don’t see when he’s with anyone else.”

───── ⋆⋅✨⋅⋆ ─────

You told yourself you shouldn’t take heed to what Liesel said, telling yourself over and over again that there’s nothing special about the way he treats you. It’s perfectly fine for fellow knights to be cordial towards one another.

In all theory, your interactions with the renowned Chief Alchemist should not rattle you as much as it should, nor should it make your mind run down roads it shouldn’t.

So what if he has the tendency to call on you personally whenever he decides to come down from the mountains? After all, you’re the main scout assigned to Dragonspine, and have worked with him closely on several missions. It’s all professional matters anyways.

(But professionality does tend to give way to conversations about his latest experiments or how Klee’s doing, or the stories you heard from the merchants and adventurers.)

As such, no Liesel, there’s nothing going on.

“(Y/N)?” You hate how a simple knock on the door could make your body jolt. “Can I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course, Albedo.” You make a point to ignore Liesel’s amused glance as you walk out the little shared office space and come face-to-face with the Investigation Captain. “What can I do for you?”

“I heard that you’ll be making your way up Dragonspine soon for patrol, and I just want to go over some places of interest with you.”

“Certainly, any input from you would be much appreciated.”

“Well then, let me begin. Fatui presence continues to be found near Wyrmrest Valley. At this point, we’re still unsure of what their motives are, so it’s advised that we remain vigilant and report any sudden change in movement or strange occurrences. I’ve also heard that there’s been more monsters along the path that leads up to the top of the mountain by adventurers. And beyond that...”

See, it’s all standard business. Not a hint of anything else belying his professional tone and mannerisms. Nothing to suggest that he was making a special effort to see you.

“...possible pitfalls in Starglow Cavern...”

Honestly, who put that idea into her head? You haven’t seen Albedo take an interest in anyone, and even if he does, it wouldn’t be you.

“...(Y/N)...are you listening...”

After all, he’s the most brilliant alchemist the Knights have ever recruited, and surely only one with a mind as keen and sharp as him could stand alongside him. Not to mention his attractive appearance and princely manners that has managed to capture the attention of many around Mondstadt.

“...(Y/N)...(Y/N)—”

And that’s not counting in the fact that he’s out of your league in other ways as well. He’s a great artist, caring, good with kids, an excellent swordsman, elegant, kind—

“(Y/N).” You feel a hand being laid on your arms, and only then did you realize that you had completely checked out as you took in Albedo’s concern gaze. Your whole body is flushed with mortification, and you pray to the gods that a hole would just appear right now and swallow you up.

“Are you alright? It’s not like you to not pay attention like that.” He has all the reasons to be mad at you, and yet he’s still here worried about you.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you babble as you do your best to keep your cheeks from blushing. “Sorry, I must be a little tired.”

“Have you been staying up or overworking? I do reckon that sleep and relaxation are vital to the rejuvenation of one’s energy.”

“I do not want to hear that from a person who pulls all-nighters for an entire week.”

Albedo cracks a smile at your quip. “Touché. But are you certain that you’re alright?”

You nod. “Yes, I’ll pay attention this time, I promise.”

“Right, where was I...”

You kept to your promise and made sure no intruding thoughts pull you out of the conversation.

“And that should be everything. Do you have any questions?”

“No, I think you went over everything.”

“Great. Oh yes, and before I forget.” You watch curiously as he rustles for something in his bag. “This is for you.”

You blink when he presents to you a potion, the liquid containing threads of crimson and icy blue, transitioning into a light purple color every time it sloshes around.

“This is a potion that we have been working on. It acts as a shield against the cold, and will continuously produce heat inside the body when ingested. I’ve made sure to test it out myself, so you don’t have to worry about its safety.”

"Thank you, Albedo." You say while taking it from him. "But what about you? Won't you need it if you're returning to Dragonspine?"

"I have my own stock right here." He pats his messenger bag. "And these are for you as well. Just in case."

He puts a Warming Bottle, a Frostshield Potion, and another of the purple potion in your hands, until you find yourself juggling the bottles.

"Isn't this a little too much?"

"I don't think looking out for the safety and well-being of a fellow colleague is considered 'too much', don't you think?"

You find yourself struck dumb by his smile. When you re-enter the office with your hands full of potions and a dazed look in your eyes, you see Liesel glancing at you with a knowing grin dancing on her lips.

"Not a single word."

───── ⋆⋅✨⋅⋆ ─────

Even the most seasoned adventurers wince at the mention of Dragonspine. 

And who could blame them? Freezing temperature all year round, monsters lurking around every snow-filled corner just waiting to ambush, unexpected blizzards that could bury a person in seconds, icy terrain that could spell disaster with one mishap.

“Bloody snow. Bloody ice. Bloody forsaken mountain,” many of your colleagues have complained, and while you understand their frustration, you can’t deny the grasp the mountain’s beauty has on you.

It’s a timeless kind of allure, like a story frozen in time, purified by the pristine snow. One that lures curious souls that seek legends of old into its embrace. There is a rumor that time passes more slowly in Dragonspine, and as you look out at the powdery white landscape — unchanging, unyielding — you can certainly find some truth to that rumor.

You’ve managed to make your way up to the alchemist’s camp that overlooks Wyrmrest Valley after a relatively uneventful hike, making notes of anything suspicious for the other members that will be joining you a day from now.

"(Y/N), I'm glad you've made it safely."

"Thank you, Albedo. And the potion worked wonders by the way. It made traveling up here feel so much easier."

"I'm happy to hear that. We're still fine-tuning the recipe, so your opinion means a lot. Would you like to sit by the fire? Care for something to drink or eat perhaps?"

“It’s alright, you don’t have to fuss over me.” However, even before finishing your sentence, he has already poured a cup of tea and gave you a plate of your favorite dessert.

“Just in case you’re hungry,” he says simply before returning to his work.

Your eyes widen, not just because it’s your favorite dessert, but because you specifically remember having a sudden craving for it this morning, but decided against going to buy it in favor of making your way up Dragonspine. It’s also the fact that he remembers perfectly how you take your tea.

You take a sip of the warm liquid, your eyes inadvertently coming back to him, and you can’t help but wonder if those that have also sat in this chair have been treated the same way as you.

Perhaps thankfully, you did not dwell on these musings while conversing with Albedo about his latest projects and experiments, finding yourself engrossed even when you couldn’t understand the terminology half the time.

“What do you think used to grow here?” You ask him while absentmindedly looking over some of the notes on different kinds of flowers and plants, most of them probably done by Sucrose.

“It’s hard to say,” he replies. “The presence of centuries of snow have effectively erased any trace of flora that could have existed here once. Aside from the pine trees and mint, surprisingly resilient as they are, we have yet to be able to peel back the layers.”

“I’m sure it was once beautiful here. Imagine all the flowers and plants that was once here.” You stare out at the white landscape, trying your best to imagine a layer of greenery and blooming meadows on top.

“There have been many things lost to time. I even heard rumors of an ancient civilization in Mondstadt that once grew Cecilias in their greenhouses. I do wonder how they were able to domestically care for a flower that famously only thrived where harsh winds blow.”

“Now that would be a sight to behold,” you sigh. “To be lost in a sea of white flowers, bask in its scent and forget the world.”

Albedo turns around at your wistful tone. “It sounds like you really want to see that sight.”

You give him a dreamy smile. “It would be a dream come true.”

───── ⋆⋅✨⋅⋆ ─────

‘Bloody mountain.’ You traitorously think while lying on your sleeping bag, motionless and back ramrod straight as to not put pressure on your injured leg.

The excursion was going smoothly, with unusually clear weather and a surprising lack of monsters. You would even say that it was going perfectly even.

You and your big mouth.

All of a sudden, there was a rumbling that seemed to echo from deep inside the mountain, and before you and your team knew it, you were running for your lives from an avalanche. You let your guard down, and the next thing you knew, you were tumbling off of a cliff.

Fortunately for you, the fall was not a long one, but you ended up suffering from a severe sprained ankle. Your colleagues carried you back to camp, and you were ordered to be on strict bed rest while they wait for the weather to clear up to bring you back to the city. 

It’s not your first injury by any means, but after over a day in bed you’re already feeling antsy. You had at least one of your fellow team members with you to keep you company, but right now Liesel was out gathering some more wood.

You’re in the middle of wondering if you should just fall asleep instead of being subject to this boredom or not when you heard the tent flaps being lifted. You turn towards the noise, thinking that it’s Liesel, but to your astonishment it was none other than the Chief Alchemist himself.

“Albedo? What are you doing here?” 

“I heard that you were injured, so I wanted to come by and check up on you.”

“You didn’t have to do that, I’m sure you’re already busy as it is.”

“I’m sure Sucrose and Timaeus can handle themselves without me for a bit.”

...Is this the same Albedo that sequesters himself and would rather spend days figuring out an answer to his hypotheses than sleeping?

“So, how are you doing?”

“Not too bad.” As if sensing that you were about to sit up, he immediately went over and help prop you up. “I could do without the sprained ankle, but these things happen.” When he settles next to you, that’s when you notice the small canvas in his hand. “What’s this?”

He looks down at the object. “This is for you. It might be weeks until you’re ready to be out of the field again, so I figured I should give you something to cheer you up.”

You let out a tiny gasp when he unveils the painting. It’s a depiction of a vast field of Cecilia flowers, off-white petals glimmering brilliantly against the swimming blue sky, clear and rippling like the ocean. It looked so real, so gloriously alive that for a moment, you thought you saw them swaying with the wind. 

“Oh, Albedo.” You hover your hand over the painting, too hesitant to even think about ruining the illusion with your touch. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so.” His shoulders seem to lift, as if he was afraid of what your reaction would be. “I have been working on this ever since our conversation, and I was not sure if I was able to capture the scenery you were thinking of or not.”

You gently set the canvas down onto your lap like it’s the most precious of treasures. “You remembered that?”

“Of course I did,” he answered like it is the most natural thing in the world.

Your skin tingles in a way that could no way be caused by the cold, and you brace yourself for the question that you’ve long buried in your heart. “Why do all this for me?”

The tent becomes quiet, but it is the kind of silence that prepares you for something, like an interlude to the next revelatory act. 

“I will confess that I am not the most knowledgeable when it comes to human interaction,” he starts. “But I have read that when one wants to show their affection, the act of gift-giving is one way to do so.”

While your brain becomes a mess due to his words (affection? Affection?), he extends a hand over to the painted canvas. They hover over the flowers, and in a soft burst of alchemical energy, a pristine Cecilia materializes in his hand. He gently puts the stem behind your ear, taking care not to tangle your hair or hurt you in any way.

The smile he bears is more tender than anything that you’ve ever seen on him. “I do not wish to be presumptuous, but I do hope that this affection may be requited.”

You feel like you just rushed through 50 different emotions in the span of seconds. It’s almost alarming how fast your heart can drop and then soar in beating rate, and you have yet to decide if the queasiness you feel in your gut is a good or a bad thing. There is no way that Albedo — genius alchemist, enigmatic Kreideprinz, subject of fascination and admiration to many — just said what he said to you.

Your heart is pounding so loudly that anyone with ears could hear it, and at one point you were sure that it was echoing in the tiny space. You wanted to answer him, you really do, wanted to ask for clarification (what kind of affection is he talking about? The platonic kind? Oh gods the romantic kind??), but your tongue is numb like you just dumped a bucket of snow on it.

Your chance is further dashed when the tent flaps open to reveal Liesel, who emerges inside with an arm full of wood. She halts in her tracks when she catches sight of Albedo and her eyes roam from him to you to the hand that have yet to leave your hair. Her gaze travels excruciatingly slow, processing and judging the situation at the same time.

“Should I come back later?” She says after what feels like a lifetime.

Albedo shakes his head. “No need, I’m about to leave anyways.” He retracts his hand, and you almost slapped yourself for wanting to lean towards it. “Get some rest, and I wish you a full recovery,” he says to you. “I hope the next time we meet, we will be able to talk more.”  His promise is sweet like the scent of the flower nestling in your hair and it makes you flush from the roots on your head to the tips of your toes. 

As soon as he leaves, Liesel is on you like Kaeya during an interrogation.

“What was that all about? Why was he here? Where did that flower come from? Oh gods don’t tell me that was from him!”

You flop back down and cover your head with the blanket. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

If it wasn’t for your leg injury, she would have put her weight on you to make you talk, but it sure didn’t stop her from continuing to pry information from you among pleas of ‘come on I’m your best friend, (Y/N).’

To your dismay, the blanket did little to stop her torrent of questions, and it also did nothing to prevent intrusive thoughts from appearing in your mind.

“I see something in his eyes that I don’t see when he’s with anyone else.”

Gods damn it Liesel.

[fio-renze]

Archmagistrix Fiorenze Sunmote presents: The Gloaming Masquerade

When: December 22, 2023, 7pm PST (Wyrmrest)/ 9pm CST (Moon Guard)

Where: Utgarde Keep’s Pavillion, Howling Fjord, Northrend

Who: Everyone! This is a neutral event for anyone and everyone interested. Cross-server and cross-faction friendly!

This is a formal masquerade ball, the level of anonymity you would like to maintain is up to you. Understandably there are limits to this due to how the game works, so please be kind to your fellow Roleplayers and allow them to be as anonymous as they would like as well. E.g., don’t assume someone’s identity unless they offer it to you first!

If you would like to attempt true anonymity:

Leave your pets, mini-pets and minions at home.

Turn your name plates off when you arrive.

Change your TRP name.

Whisper no one, lest your username be revealed.

Use “/e |” emotes to exclude your char name from your emotes.

Questions? Want to perform or cater? Contact me!

Send a direct ask on Tumblr (@fio-renze) or add me on Discord (Saltsparkle).

General revelry for this event will be hosted in the Gloaming Masquerade discord.