#commandersunwhisper

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

Who are her 3 favorite people in her life?

Hmm...

@themadamelioness - Most definitely the Madame has earned a spot in Kelz's heart. There's tons of admiration and respect for Naralinthe since the death of Thanatos Sunwielder. And I would say they both feel compelled to support the other when they are going through hard times.

@kalren-daelish - She may be reluctant to admit it given the recent hardships between her and Kalren since he chose to become a demon hunter. But he is her first friend and there is something in her that knows that, but the memories are just not there to support the sensation over logic.

But I'm afraid I cannot provide a third. Too often she is either instigating adversity through her acts of perceived good, or losing friends to cruel circumstances like death or outright betrayals. :( Though - she might just chalk it up and say the third is booze again.

Thank you for the ask @safrona-shadowsun ^^; Sorry it took me a minute to get back to ya!

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

“Who is her closest friend?”

"Why do you ask it as if I'm not right here, brother?"

She turned then and exhaled heavily.

"And I thought you would know this by now. But I have a very sacred relationship to my Silvermoon Port."

A flask was seemingly pulled from thin air and held high above her head in a champion's heroic pose.

"This... has brought me joy, tears, and numbed much pain I've experienced over the years. Because alcohol will never die, it will always be there, and... it will always warm my body despite how cold I may become."

@allasticus Thanks for the ask!

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

Dear future me, & Dear past me,

Precognition was not something the Commander was versed in understanding. But the touch to the Warden Astheo's eyes had triggered one last temporal venture as the world froze yet again. But there was no Juggernaut this time to tower over her. And the raw emotion that had taken hold of her was about to erupt.

But a golden hand outstretched to settle on her shoulder. Warmth emanated from the contact of touch, rendering armor pointless to impede its invasive envelopment of the grief-stricken guardian and heiress. Slowly, her head raised to see her echo of salvation, a mirrored image of herself stood there as a golden gateway swirled behind her. A tethered chain of her true timeline was manifested from the center of this portal as it sank into her future self.

"Dear, Past Me... You are experiencing the most devastating moment in your life. But you were never wrong in believing or showing compassion to the Juggernaut. Your influence is measured by your unwillingness to surrender. And the outcome could still very much change. The two that he had slew, were aware of the possibility of this. And contingencies were their specialty afterall... One a warmage of soul cleaving and the other a master of time weaving. Do not be consumed by grief. You will fall into the Sanguine Sorceress's open hand and submit to the same cruel undoing's that befell her and the Juggernaut. Appeal to your family, Kal'ren and that... Nethermancer. But the path won't be easy. It's a marathon, not a sprint. And stop trying to find answers in a bottle... Because there won't be an answer there that you will like."

Weighed down by these words of wisdom and otherworldly knowledge, the Commander still rested on her bent knee. Her head was still kept upright as she tried to compose herself to understand what was being relayed.

"Future Me?... I can't ignore what happened. I..." The thought of her vow to Mallana again resurfaced like an unruly wave of guilt. It stopped her from challenging her future self and caused her breath to catch in her throat.

"You can do this, Past Me. But you have to either trust or fall. Don't surrender to this side of darkness, it still lives in you even when you don't call upon it."

The golden light in the gateway began to fade as the time had reached its limit. Rattling chains rang out, signaling the retreat of her future self, but the illusion of herself stood adamant despite the breaking of order's sacred law.

"Remember what I told you. You can and will save them."

@sanguinesorceress - thanks for the ask :3 I'm pretty pleased with this and don't regret waiting to answer it now. Bwahahaha! \o/ <3

@allasticus @grumpyoldfker @lazraelbandtherion @kalren-daelish - YOU ARE ALL MENTIONED. YEAH EVEN YOU LAZRAEL - EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE BEING BAD LIKE THE JUGGERNAUT HERE. \o/ @tursidhion-felomelorn / @elibraddock - mentions for Tursidhion, Eurath, and Astheo \o/ @nixalegos - mentions \o/

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

“Does kelz want to have children?”

The question was asked softly, as if to avoid the wrath that might follow should he speak too loudly. To whom he spoke, was none other than Kal'ren - at a time before he surrendered himself to consuming demonic blood.

It was not clear if an answer was given or not, but the doors would soon give way to announce her arrival. Hands found her hips as her eyes narrowed like daggers towards her brother.

"I believe you were the first in line to ensure the family tree still had its roots, brother."

Her gaze then slid over to Kal'ren as if scrutinizing him to reveal whatever it was, he divulged to her brother.

@allasticus - thanks for the ask >:O BUT NOT THE OTHER ONE LMAO

@kalren-daelish - you know - when you probably got in trouble with talking about me to my brothers!

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

A voice could be heard, a whisper that could have been lost in the running of a open water fountain, or the errant breeze that rustled a House banner. "What does one call a compulsive auctioneer obsessed with death...?" The source of the voice could not be found, but its presence hung like an omnipresence fog in the area...only Kelz'thalas was the only one that could hear the question.

The silence rarely stayed long enough to ignore suspicion or trouble. Her form stiffening just as the melody of words tangled in the length of her ear. Both brows furrowed as she paused in her patrol within the Bazaar. With a cursory glance towards the auctioneers, she verified they were safe, at least in this moment. Before considering what answering a question like this might entail. It didn't strike her as a joke to make light of the implications in death or otherwise. And given her limited knowledge from undeath's corruption, she was not exactly versed in offering an appropriate response.

Yet...

"...Do I hear... 1.... 2... gone with the wind? Or maybe... a morbid bidder..?"

The answer held some humor, but it didn't really feel right rolling off of her tongue. But if she was entertaining unliving spectors, perhaps this would sate their inquire and let the brokers be. Afterall, the city thrived on its auctions of commerce and otherwise.

Thank you for the ask, Anon! \o/ Hope I got the answer right, I suck at these XD!

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

Your family fractures.

You step foolishly to the dark.

What power do you seek?

What council do you pursuit?

When you stand alone, lost to the darkness and chaos around you.

Remember.

This was your own hand leaving you blind.

Remember.

You tried to summon what is better left in the dark.

The bottle that had often sat in the Commander's hand was now put down against the counter. Its contents sloshing for a moment as she stared at the liquid yet to be imbibed. There was a faraway look to her features as she wrestled with ignoring the questions or addressing them. Both shoulders would rise as she heaved out a heavy sigh and turned now to her speaker.

"A setback but not one that can't be corrected with regards to my family. We are not broken at the very least. And we can become something more within time."

Snorting lightly, she returned her hand to cusp about the bottle as she lifted and directed its open end towards her speaker.

"Power? I don't seek anything like that. It's an errand for those that seek more than their limits. And I know mine and can hone them as my sword and shield."

An idle rock of the bottle was made before the neck was tipped back and her mouth took hold of the end. More alcohol was dumped into her system given she had a rather eventful week. Not to mention those unsettling letters…

"The Sin'dorei have many notable figures who can offer insight and misdirection. But the wisdom I seek does not come so freely. To answer this question would be divulging a truth not many are ready to accept. Whether it be from a noble standpoint or an individual stance."

Now the bottle had become empty by this point, and it joined a collection of others on the counter. Their transparent surfaces empty and hollow but maintaining their shape. The last few lines of the speaker gave her pause yet again.

"It is the folly of those who misunderstand my intentions that will be led astray. But I stand by my choices as they bear no room for doubt and provide utmost clarity. Sometimes we have to take risks against what our nature demands we don't. And in every instance danger surfaces, consequences can be damned, because at least we have the courage to face our fears. ...But the one who is blind to these bold acts of mine is not me. I suppose when it comes to these confrontations, an act of salvation or sacrifice is not so easily understood or defined."

Tagging @grumpyoldfker , @allasticus, @lazraelbandtherion and @sanguinesorceress

(Thanks for the ask Anon! :3)

[kelzthalassunwhisper]

In that moment she felt a surreal pull to her past, something that had been the basis of the woman she had become. Processing the series of experiences and memories, she realized the words 'at ease' was a command issued by someone of higher command or station than her. Reality slid back into view as did the cool touch of his hand as it clasped about her own. It caused her to become still as she listened intently to his tale. But there was a solemn inflection to this introspection of himself, one that she wondered was derived from his current physical state or otherwise. But she did not pull her hand away as she looked to that lone eye of his. So, if he did not serve, what was his purpose now? And from the way Alphus spoke of his presence being all but forgotten… it didn't sit well with her. "Alphus Durand Daevara," she repeated as if trying to regurgitate information she just received and implement her recollection of former Sin'dorei that had been predecessors to the city. But there was nothing clicking for this man, and the lack thereof, bothered her. This was likely due to her excessive binging on spirits and placing her focus on the present rather than the past. Yet, it was what he last said that caused the thinning thread of discipline to snap. "What do you mean you are no one of importance?" She soured as his hand pulled away, but she sought to re-grasp his hand with her own and firmly apply pressure in a show of support. "We all do our part, and no matter how big or small it is… it builds a home for the next generation. It gives us a legacy to carry. And we shoulder a heavy burden, one that should make us remembered." For a moment, she gripped him, but then eventually would find her righteous anger subsiding and let her hand drop back to her side as she turned to face back towards the city. A solemn expression returned as she thought on his question and chuckled softly. "Is it not ironic that no matter how many contingencies we take, the outcome still remains unchanging? As a fellow battleworned person, you likely understand what I mean. We train, we master and hone our mind and body, then we fight so that our struggles are not an act of vain. We want to achieve and win something so bad, that all we result in doing is condemning ourselves to the same route as if we stood by idle and did nothing." She looked his way then as her gaze was weary from the hardships that accomplished little. "Our City is divided, the noble houses are at each other's throat, we try to establish alliances with others but can't bring ourselves to trust fully, and then we have our own blood tainted by the deception and betrayal of our former Prince. What honor is there in allowing these sacrifices to echo without acknowledgement?"

@duraxxor - tag you're it ;o

" You appear to be someone that doesn't quite understand where they are going? Yet, you have been here for some time. " A voice of worn baritone from what appeared to be a rather, grizzled elven man. A crimson scar wrapped around his entire jawline, paired with a patch of fabric over his left eye. A once azure gaze now possessed the depth of the oceans outside the walls. It was hard to say what age this man was. But one thing was for certain, he had the appearance of a veteran that chose to wear his old uniform that had seen better days. There was even a tattered cloak concealing his left arm. Lazily, he sat on one of the curled benches with a book clutched in his unconcealed hand.

The days had definitely lost their charm after the incident beyond the Shepherd's Gate. Her focus was unsteady due to the emotional burnout and physical exhaustion of her body and spirit. She drifted towards the bench, seemingly unaware of her surroundings as bare hands lifted to dig along the tresses of blonde hair. A deep breath was taken in before it was expelled in a weary sigh.

The words of the stranger caught her off guard, forcing her to straighten her posture and re-orient herself in her guardian regalia. With a brief glance she thought for a moment he might be referring to someone else. But his blue eye didn't seem to be bearing down on anyone but her. Seeing the eye patch and noting what uniform her wore, she cleared her throat lightly.

"Sometimes you don't know where your next steps will take you," she confessed as she leaned back against the bench to look outward from him. "But if you are familiar with my associations here, you would be correct. I have been here a while..."

Perhaps it was in this moment that she was considering her resignation with the Silvermoon Guard. But that was not a question to address now, but a thought for another moment in time. Instead, she turned to glance at him.

"Do you still serve?" She asked upon making that connection to his uniform and looking him over once more. "Apologies for not introducing myself sooner, Commander Kelz'thalas Sunwhisper." Her bare hand was offered to the man as she offered a small smile to offset any hesitation or suspicions on her part.

@duraxxor - ;3 thank you for the ask