#draecember day 10

[shadez-art]

Draecember Day 10. I just felt like drawing the Vindicaar today!

[gaelshorne]

A Turning Point (Day 10)

My name is Korphos. I am, or was an eredar from Argus. My tale is short. I don’t think anyone would believe me, if I told them the truth...

It started on Argus. I was at a prestigious academy run by none other than Archimonde. Our Master was dedicated to our learning and increasing his own knowledge. It came as a surprise to us when he told us we would be learning a ‘new’ magic. I took to this ‘new’ magic with great ease. Mush to my regret at this point. I had been used to commanding arcane, fiery, and frost magics. This magic was...evil. I took souls. I summoned demons to do my bidding. Over time I noticed my once blue flesh had turned red. My horns were more pronounced, and occasionally I left burning hoof prints. I said that I had noticed, not that I had cared. The power was all I craved. I was thoroughly one of the man’ari. 

I had various assignments over the eons. Hunting my own kind was my favorite. Torturing, breaking, and consuming the souls of my brethren filled me with such joy. That is until one day...

“Master,” the fawning demon said.

“Yes, make it quick,” Korphos said, barley turning from his work.

“Master, we have an Aldor priestess for you,” the demon said wringing its hands together conspiratorially.

“Bring her to me,” he said coldly.

The priestess was wheeled into Korphos’ operating theater. She was battered and bruised, but had a look of divine peace on her face. Korphos’ apprentice was on hand. Her face a gleeful, and insane smile as she hustled around to get everything ready for her master. 

“You know you will die, draenei,” Korphos said.

“I do,” she replied simply.

Korphos looked at the woman with puzzlement. He shrugged and started his grisly work. For all of his tender mercies, Korphos could not get the woman to scream or deny her belief in the Light as so many had before.

“Why,” he asked in exasperation. His apprentice looked at him with concern.

“Because, I am ready to go, My Love,” she said simply.

A long buried memory rushed its way to the surface. A scene of slowly swaying grass, a large blanket, and a picnic with this same woman. She smiled at him, with a similar smile. He heard her say,”I love you...”

“I forgive you, my Love. Can you forgive yourself,” she asked. She reached out her hand to touch his scarred face. With a growl of rage Korphos stabbed the woman through the heart. Her smile didn’t fade, even as her life flew from her.

“Go with the Light, Korphos. You’ll find me there,” she said. Her hand dropped away from his face.

Still in a rage, Korphos slew his apprentice and attendants. Tears flowed from the man’ari. 

Things were different after that. I had buried my love, Millesande, on Draenor. I was still a potent Warlock, but as time went by my abilities began to backfire. Spells would fizzle. By the time the Legion had reached the Broken shore, I was a ghost of my former power. Not even the basest of spells would work for me. I also found myself reluctant to carry out the orders I was given. It was only a miracle that I was not slaughtered for not performing. I guess you could say that I was blessed...

It was on the Broken Shore that I finally noticed that my skin had begun to clear, and return to it’s blue hue. In fear and revulsion, I escaped. I found a dying draenei. I thought to choke him and take his clothing, but I picked him up, and helped him to his feet.

“Come, friend. We need to get you healing,” I said.

He looked at me incredulously. Honestly, I can’t blame him. Here I am, dressed as one of the man’ari helping a draenei. I would do the same if the situation was reversed.

“Who are you,” he asked.

“A defector,” I replied. It was the truth, as much as part of me wished it wasn’t. 

Regardless, I helped the draenei back to his command post. I did the only thing I could. I surrendered. I wasn’t treated kindly. How could I be? I had hunted my own kind for eons. I’m not surprised at my treatment. I had treated them far worse...

As I languished in my cell,a received a visitor. The Prophet stood before me. He looked down at me, bound as I was.

“This man in no threat,” he said to my jailers. 

“You have gotten a second chance. Do not squander it,” he said looking me straight in the eyes. With that, he turned and left.

I was released and taken to the Exodar. No one was told who, or what I was. I can only believe that was at the Prophet’s behest. As I adjusted to my new life, I found that I had no skill with any of the traditional magics. I did have considerable skill with the Elements. And as such, I began to train as a Shaman.

Unbelievable, I know. 

I still look for Millesande. I hope to one day find her, and make my apologies. I don’t know, or care if she’ll love me still. I feel I am not worthy of it. 

Maybe I am, otherwise...

I wouldn’t have this second chance...

[clairetherose]

Draecember2017 Day 10 - A Turning Point in Her Life

(( Holy deadlines, Batman, we’re caught up! Finally. Guh. ))

The winds of Kun-Lai beat harshly against Kelci’s skin, and she hugged the travel cloak tightly about her shoulders. Her hooves crunched in the snow of the path through the mountains as she trailed behind a grummle who had agreed to show her to the base of Mount Neverest. That was where Daolong had mentioned she might find a master to train her, and she was keen to do so. Though she’d asked at every other town she passed through, no one had been able to recommend anyone else who might take on a blind student, though none of them seemed to hold much hope for her reaching the top alive.

“Friend goat,” the grummle said, stopping, “This is mountain you seek. To your left, try to follow path. Would offer you luckydo, but need them for trip back. Many yeti.” He bowed and headed back down the mountain. “Farewell, friend of the grummles! Do not freeze on mountain!”

“Ah, thank you. I appreciate you risking so much to bring me here.” She leaned on the bamboo staff she had cut, back in the Jade Forest. It had seen her through much, and she had come to see it almost as a constant travelling companion, more than just a guiding staff. “Light protect you,” She murmured, after he was out of earshot. She had received such kindness in Pandaria, since arriving. And while some of it felt like the same pity she was shown by her own people, much of it was more genuine. Just a desire to help and to treat her well. Pandaren were a wondrous people. She steeled herself and pushed toward the mountain.

At first, there was a path, with guiding posts every now and then. She was able to find them with her staff easily enough, and it was easy going. Of course, that wouldn’t last, and as she came to a landing, she found no more markers to guide her. The wind was growing sharper, and her hands were already numb on the bamboo staff. She’d come this far, though, through half a continent. She wouldn’t waste all this time.

Using her staff, she tried to find a place in the nearby ridge to start her climb, but everything here seemed to be sheer cliffs. She’d have to circle around behind the mountain and find another way up. She began to carefully edge around, feeling out as much as she could with her staff before proceeding. There was something, finally, just before the little ridge she was on turned into another sheer drop. This mountain was cruel. Kelci couldn’t let herself make even a small error, or she’d likely fall to her death. Satisfied, she hooked the staff into a makeshift sling for it on her back and moved to find handholds. The stone was cold beneath, but she powered herself through it. The going was slow, her having to grope around after every new adjustment to find another handhold. More than once she almost lost her balance, but was able to wedge the staff strapped to her back into a safe position, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. Hooves were tricky on some parts of the stone; they threatened to slip off and fall, but she could find places to fit them into a groove in the stone, giving her perhaps more security than not. The title of mountain goat seemed appropriate, even if she might still be angry at it.

She came to another outcropping after some time and leaned into a sheltered gap in the stones, breathing heavily. The air was thinner up here, and she needed a minute to properly catch her breath. She rubbed her hands together under the cloak, trying to restore the warmth and feeling in her fingers. If only she’d had some affinity for the Light, she might be able to warm them that way. She had no idea how much further it was to the top, but she was determined to reach it. She wanted to have a chance to reclaim what she lost.

After she’d gained what warmth she could, Kelci started on the climb, again. The rest had reinvigorated her, and she pressed on with more speed. This proved a mistake. One of her hoofholds wasn’t as stable as she had thought, and while she was stretching for another grip with her hand, the stone gave out. Her other hoof slipped, and she was dangling by only a single hand. In the act of half-falling, her chest slammed into the mountainside, sending a twinge of pain through her and knocking the wind from her lungs. “Ahh!” She gasped, choking on the words. Somehow, her grip held, but it wouldn’t for much longer. She needed to find some other way to stay upright; this was a steep ridge and would surely mean death if she fell. With few other options, she gripped the staff on her back and wedged it as best she could into the stones, using it as the only support she could find. Thankfully, it worked. From there, she could find more grips and resting places for her flailing limbs, and continue her climb. She would have to keep using the staff this whole time, moving it from brace to brace, thankful that the bamboo was strong, even under these conditions. She had chosen her staff well.

After a grueling, indeterminate period of time, Kelci finally topped the ridge. Unbeknownst to her, she’d actually reached the peak. She thought it just a landing, at first, but she could only find sheer drops on every side. A warmth spread in her heart. She’d made it. “I made it!” She shouted, to nobody in particular, “Do you hear that, mountain? I bested you!” The winds spurred up, in response, buffeting her thin frame atop the mountain’s peak. All Kelci could do was turn into them and scream. An outpouring of emotion and accomplishment. She’d been told this was impossible, told there was no way she’d survive the climb. And sure, she’d nearly died many times, but through sheer force of will and endurance, she’d come out alive. She was hungry, every part of her ached, her hands and legs and chest and all of her was bruised, and she couldn’t ever remember being this tired, before, but she had made. Mount Neverest had been tamed. Defeated. Her cries were those of elation, feeling a lightness in her chest that had been missing for centuries. Weeping, she collapsed to her knees in the snow.

And there she sat for quite some time, though she did move to find shelter. There was a large statue erected atop the peak, though she could barely discern of what. In the statue’s shadow, she found a place safe from the biting wind and curled up to rest. Just a nap, that’s all. She had no idea how long it had been since she last slept, but it could have been days. She was told the master atop the peak would appear, when she reached it. Just had to give it time. Using what little supplies she had left, she was able to make a small fire and keep herself warm enough to not freeze to death. And then, restful sleep found her. No nightmares, this time. She was much too exhausted to dream.

She awoke to someone poking her shoulder with a stick. As she stirred awake, she grumbled something unintelligible. “Oh, so then you are not dead.” A familiar voice, filled with mirth, spoke down at her. That woke her up.

“Wait, Daolong?! What are you doing here!” She sat up, but shivered in the winds. Her fire had gone out while she was sleeping, and she was colder than she could even believe. “...it is so cold up here.” Her hands were shaking, but she moved to restart the fire. Even the supplies had been blown away, though.

Daolong laughed heartily, “You are looking for a master, no? Well, you have found one.” He draped a heavy, warm cloak over her shoulders. “I am so happy to see that you made it! When we talked, you seemed so driven. I wanted you to succeed, but I could not help you. My standards are what they are for a reason.”

Kelci was a bit bewildered by everything that had happened, and it took her a moment to register. “Wait.” She mumbled, brow furrowed. “Did you tell a legend… about yourself?!” She sounded incredulous. “Why didn’t you just tell me who you were from the start!”

The large pandaren chuckled, “Because you simply did not ask, my dear. You were so focused on yourself, your goals, your needs… you were very thankful for my kindness, but you did not take the time to try to know me. I was… apprehensive that your Chi might be out of balance, but in reaching this peak, you have proved me wrong!” He set a heavy paw on Kelci’s shoulder. The thick cloak was helping much more than her thin one, especially because it was much too large for her. “I will train you.” There was a smile on his voice.

“Wait. Really?” Kelci laughed excitedly, “I… I can’t believe it! Thank you! I won’t let you down, I promise!” She sat up more straight. “I’m… excited. And tired. And I hurt. And I’m hungry.” She laughed at herself, listing off her gripes. “I don’t suppose a bit of rest and some food would be out of order, before we got started?”

Daolong laughed, “Of course! We will come back down to a village, near here. I would never deprive someone of food!” He was in a jovial mood, his laughter echoing in his belly. “In one week, your training begins. Just know that the mountain, here, was the easy part.”

That didn’t deter Kelci for even a moment.

[dameracrystmon]

2018 Draecember 10. Day Pilgrimage My version~

Every five year, Hideko pilgrimage to the icy slopes and peaks of Pandaria.

[teechew]

Draecember day 10 : Formal Wear Shan’s wardrobe still got it !

[husknoises]

Draecember Day 10 - In Formal Wear!

Aar’nold is here for your date and looking his best! (He tried his best too.)

[creepyan]

Draecember Day 8, 9 and 10: Flower Crown, In casual clothes and Formal wear!

I caught up, again!

For Flower Crown, I chose Shaela and made her a flower crown that really suited her by looking for the flower’s meanings: 

Bittersweet: Truth (Shaela is straightforward, sometimes lacks tact)

Coreopsis: Always cheerful

Tiger Lily: Wealth and Pride

For Formal and Casual wear, I chose the sisters Valkyrin and Ayaela, to show how different they are, despite their closeness!

[lettiexlady]

Draecember Day 10 + 11: Formal Attire + As a Child

[ponchoinsanity]

Draecember Day 9 and 10: Casual and Formal clothing. I didn’t have the time nor attention to shade this or even color it neatly lmao but I still like it regardless of it being so sloppy. I love the lumberjack shirts so you can bet your ass that that’s Althaar’s standard casual look. Full size for better quality! 

[shadez-art]

Draecember Day 4: Jewelry. Today, I mostly wanted to practice metal and gems. And I think that both of those things turned out really good! The character is Nariphilla, my draenei hunter. She was actually my first World of Warcraft character! She's just been sitting around at level 20 (now level 10) for the past five years, but I doubt I'll ever delete her!

[ladyxlettie]

All the draecember days i missed out merged into two shitty sketches i did on my list 10 minutes of break

[bailang-art]

Draecember Day 1: introduce your draenei

This is Nova-yae my exarch warrior - who does a terrible job of upholding that title. Best known for doing absolutely anything for money and out-drinking dwarves she’s not exactly the highest of standing, but her title - earned when she was younger - allows her to adorn her tail and tendrils with jewellery. 

Artist note: Okay. The top one is in proportion and took me 16 hours. It’s 6am right now and I’ve given up on it. I haven’t used a tablet for months. Bleh. 

However I prefer my original sketch’s face, and note that the digital version foregoes the tail ornamentation purely because I ran out of time. But I drew that is 10 minutes and it’s out of proportion lol since I knew I could digitally fix proportion.

So yeah. This isn’t even her main outfit, it’s her training outfit.. haha..urgh.

[devsash]

Draecember Day 10 - A Turning Point in Their Life

Content Warning: Imagery of an animal in pain.

Acherus, Eastern Plaguelands

“Did you always have teeth like that?”

Toranos looked up from the rat he had caught only moments earlier.

The draenei death knight who had addressed him was leaning against the wall nearby with his arms folded. He was slightly taller than Toranos, his powerful tail tapping lightly against his thigh. His face was shrouded in shadow, though the Lichflame in his eyes smouldered with curiosity.

“All draenei do, brother,” Toranos gestured at his comrade’s mouth with a fanged grin. “Have you seen your own?”

“Mine aren’t as long as yours, buddy.“ The death knight leaned forward slightly. "Were they like that before you were raised?”

Toranos frowned, confused. “Does it even matter?” he asked.

“Perhaps,” the draenei replied cryptically, his tail still tapping against his thigh.

Toranos watched him through narrowed eyes before dismissing the other draenei with a shrug. Returning his attention to the rat, he pinned its paws and carefully pressed a finger against its windpipe. The creature’s mouth gaped open, struggling to draw breath. He smiled, pleased with its suffering.

“You like doing that?”

Toranos glanced back at the death knight, nonplussed. “Don’t you?”

The other draenei’s eyes flared brightly before dimming once more to its usual glow. “It does have its uses. Namely, helping me stay sane a bit longer.”

Toranos frowned again at this non-answer. “What’s your name?”

“Zatharon. You can call me Big Zath.”

“Hmmm.” Toranos eased his finger slightly off the rat’s throat, allowing it to gasp for breath. “You’re probably new around here, so a word of advice, Zath. School that tongue of yours. Thoughts like those could get you fed to the ghouls.”

“I know.” He grinned briefly, a quick flash of teeth. “But I have a good feeling about you.”

Toranos chuckled. “If you think I’d show mercy to some unworthy initiate into our order, you’d better think again.” His fingers flicked deftly, snapping the rat’s spine with a loud crack. He relished its cry of pain as it fell limp, beady eyes staring at him in terror. “But of course you’re no such thing, are you, Zath?” he asked pleasantly.

Zath shrugged noncommittally. “You still haven’t told me your name.”

“It’s Toranos.” He smiled before lifting the paralysed rat to his lips, sinking his fangs into its soft belly.

Hot blood spilled into his mouth as the critter squealed in agony. He bit down, tearing some of the flesh away, savouring the taste.

Zath grimaced. “Ew,” he stated. “Buddy, that’s really nasty.”

Toranos shrugged as he licked the blood smeared over his lips. “Might’ve tasted better if I had a fork and knife, but who has time for that?” He chuckled, taking another bite.

“Bet you didn’t eat like this before, did you?”

Toranos chewed slowly, pondering his comrade’s question, before swallowing. “I don’t remember,” he said at last, then frowned, suddenly uneasy at the admission.

How could he not remember something he did everyday?

“Right. What did you use to do before you died?” Zath scratched idly at his chin tendril. “Did you have a job or something?”

“I was a Vindicator. A soldier of the Light.” A derisive scowl twisted his lips, though for some reason, it felt like the contempt was not his own.

“Well, that’s a start.” His companion grinned. “Did you have any family or friends?”

“There was… someone. “ Toranos’s brow furrowed as he struggled to recall. “My… wife.”

“Oh, you’re married! What was her name?” Zath prompted eagerly.

"I…”  Sadness and loss settled heavily upon his shoulders. “I don’t remember,” he said very softly.

What would she have said if she saw him like this?

Toranos bared his bloodied fangs in a snarl, inexplicably angry at these intrusive thoughts and feelings. “Why are you asking me these things?” he demanded. “Whoever we were before doesn’t matter anymore!”

Zath shrugged. “Seems pretty important if you can’t even remember the name of your own wife.” He straightened as his eyes glazed over briefly, evidently receiving new orders from their King. “I have to go,” he said with a sigh. “Think on it, buddy.” He nodded at Toranos with a tight smile before clopping off towards the balcony of the necropolis. His receding hoofsteps echoed dully through the corridor, leaving Toranos alone with the half-eaten rat in his hands.

Still not quite dead, it twitched slightly, drawing his attention back to it. The bright crimson liquid dripping over his fingers sang to him, stirring his hunger.

He lowered his head to feast almost reluctantly, still unable to shake the torrent of unfamiliar emotions and a profound sense of wrongness plaguing him.

[dameracrystmon]

2017 Draecember art 10. Day   Formal wear Damera Crystmon, the paladin. Family coat of arms tabard. Draecember writing 10. Day A turning point in their life Tirna was visiting her mother, Felabra at the Stormwind Cathedral. They were chatting for a few moments, when s nurse rushed in. "My Lady! They brought many casulties, with a seriously injured among them." "Okay, I go." Felabra stood up "I'm sorry my daughter, we have to continue later" she turned to Tirna. "I help you!" Tirna proclaimed, grabbing her mother's hand just as she teleported. It caught Felabra off guard, so she felt quite dizzy when they arrived. „Thanks…” she put a hand on her temple „But next time warn me first…” That was when they brought the seriously injured patient in. He was a draenei man, who got his lower leg torn off by a bomb. „It’ll be alright” Felabra tried to reassure him „You’re in good hands now” Tirna was a bit frightened, but then following her mother’s orders, she got herself together, and tried not to look at the wound. „It’ll be okay” she smiled at the man, who smiled back at her despite the pain. „Got used to it” he replied „I like your smile” Tirna turned red. „T..thank you” Felbra injected her patient, whose name was Navador, with sleeping draught. „I need to saw” Felabra turned to a nurse, who gave her the tool immediately. „What?” Navador gasped frightened. „It’s okay, I’ll be here” Tirna tried to reassure the man, but she was just as afraid herself too. She held Navador’s hand to make him calm down. „My mother knows what she’s doing. Trust her” Tirna was smiling at the man, to let it be the last thing he saw before he went to sleep. „O-okay” he smiled back, then the drugs made him fell asleep. A few hours later, Tirna was sitting at Navador’s bed for him to wake up. „Thank you for your help” Felabra told to an engineer. „My pleasure, my Lady” the man replied, then left. Tirna’s mother then told her patient the bad news, that his leg had to be replaced with a mechanical leg below the knee. It was filled with magic by Tirna, to make it easier to use. Then Felabra left to, look after her other patients. Her daughter stayed for a bit more talking with Navador, but then she also had to leave, to study. „Get well soon!” she told him as a farewell, and leaned in to kiss his forehead. She took a portal to Dalaran, to continue her studies. „A girl… kissed me…” Navador realized smiling. Then he took his medicines and tried to rest. This was their first encounter, and this is how their love started to blossom. Damera, Felabra and Tirna by me Navador by @white-demonelf Draecember presents @rurukatt

[gabe-themed]

Draecember Day 10: Formal Wear

I seriously don’t know what a draenei wears formally, so I just made one.

[faythian]

Wasteful

Draecember day 10: a turning point in their life.

Takes place shortly before Hordelings (Draecember day 11)

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The crags looked inviting. Jagged. Remote. Perhaps these will do, Chatrah decided. The Pilgrim’s Bounty had been too much. Everyone was so happy. Laughing with loved ones. Thankful for them.

I had to bury my loved one…

She didn’t try to stop the tears this time. Her family was gone. She wanted them back. She wanted to laugh with them. To feast with them. To regain what she lost…

She took a step forward. Then another. Another. Slowly she made her way out onto one of Teldrassil’s large branches.

“Well, that was a waste.”

Chatrah glanced back. A gnomish woman stood there, huffing and annoyed. Dull blue eyes lazily took in the draenei woman. Ebony hair was pulled up on either side of her head into simple buns, held in place with very utilitarian metal clasps. Beaten, piecemeal armor covered a dingy pair of trousers and shirt. A round shield and short sword were strapped to her back. She carried a dented helm in bad need of cleaning.

“Pardon?” Chatrah asked quietly.

“I followed a trail to find someone competent enough to help me, and instead, found a washed up waste of a mage.”

Chatrah’s tail twitched in agitation. A…? Washed up…? Waste..? “You would not understand,” she snapped and turned away.

“Having less worth than a whore? No, I wouldn’t. Maybe I should just hire a whore; they at least have some worth…”

Chatrah whipped back around. “What did you call me?” How dare she! The gnome was walking away. Chatrah stormed after her. “Answer me! Did you just call me a whore?” Compare me to…!

The gnome stopped and spun on her heel. Chatrah nearly tripped over her. “I called you less than a whore.” She turned away again.

“I… I am not!”

“Then what was that?” the gnome thumbed back over her shoulder. The draenei looked away, glaring at a bush. “You would not understand…”

“Hmph. Guess not. I’ve never let myself be a waste of anything. So long.”

Chatrah’s tail twitched in anger. How dare she! How dare she… A waste…

“I am not a waste,” she mumbled. She glanced after the gnome. “I am not a waste!” The gnome stopped and gave her a skeptical brow. ”I am… I am not…” The mage drew herself up to her full height. “I am Chatrah Bhatani! I come from a long line of great artificers and magi! I have crafted jewels capable of channeling the Light so well, exarchs use them! I am not a waste!”

The gnome regarded her for a moment, then grinned wickedly. “Prove it.” She walked away again. Chatrah stomped after her. Oh prove it she would! She would prove this gnome wrong! A thousand times over!

 Faythian smiled to herself as the draenei woman continued to mutter. This alien race revered life, she had been told.

I guess some just need to be reminded every now and again.