#felblood

[musee-de-muse]

So, now that Baldur's Gate is almost finally, truly complete...I'm gonna give it a real shot, and I thought I'd try a few mods - next thing you know, I've actually managed to basically re-make Lily!

[ooc-miqojak]

Prim and proper, the girl who's never been kissed I'm tired of being pure and not chased Like something that seeks its level - I wanna go to the devil

I wanna be horrid, I wanna drink booze And whatever I've got, I am eager to lose I wanna be evil, little evil me Just as mean and evil as I can be

- I Want to be Evil, Eartha Kitt

Art by the ever-amazing @bamicommissions!

[nidarosis]

Nida's mother!

[jaquitor]

Taldaerin's new look~

[trolldaeron]

"The felblood elves were corrupted by demonic energy, but Zail likes to think of it as an improvement."

[trashyvanillabean]

Urgh. The color palette for this event is pretty limited. 🥹 Not enough cool colors…

Ingredients:

Odd Concoction

Puffergoat Milk

Stellar Champagne

Felblood Energy

Ice SoulGlad

I have no idea what to call this one. Hm…

[transgenderization]

felblood portrait is so good always

[wowlorecraft]

Musings on the Teldorae

~ Lorekeeper Kalishnu "Kalith" Astravar

The Suramari Highborne, having been locked in arcane and Nightwell isolation for millennia, diverge away from their elven kin, the Teldoran family, in physiological, linguistic, and sociocultural matters.

Of the genus Kalimdorus, they are one of two known species (K. zindorus shalassia), the other being K. zindorus suramara, or the Nightfallen. We, the Nightborne, have allied with the Sin'dorei most overtly, and it is these cousins of ours where we see our reflection most clearly. Their sacred Sunwell, the wretched they become, the hopes and betrayals, gains and losses...

The queldorus species is the largest within the family (and, indeed, in terms of sub-speciation, it is of the most numerous to my reckoning). These Teldorids include quite notably a large number of branches within the Necrosa family, a polyphyletic clade necrotically linked to a majority of sapient species' family trees. In short: There is a notable population of undead elves, the majority being Kalimdorus queldorus

I remain uncertain in how to classify the various K. queldorus sub- species and races. As it stands, of the Teldorae, this is how I understand them:

Kaldorei, Kalimdorus kaldorus darnassia: Night Elves

Sin'dorei, K. queldorus thalassia: Blood Elves

Shal'dorei, K. zindorus shalassia: Nightborne

Fal'dorei, K. faladorus falanaara: Aranasi Elves

Of these I feel most confident.

The Wretched, Withered, and Nightfallen have given me headaches in trying to classify them. Indeed, the High, Highvale, Blood, and Felblood Elves also grind the gears of classification:

High, K. q. ____

Blood, K. q. ____: Sin'dorei

Felblood, K. q. ____

Wretched, K. q. ____: Arkhan'dorei

Highvale (Danillian), K. q. ____

Withered, K. z. ____: Ethe'dorei

Nightfallen, K. z. ____: Arcan'dorei

At first glance, it should be easy: High Elves, or Quel'dorei, are Kalimdorus queldorus thalassia and Blood Elves--Sin'dorei who are High Elves who live in Quel'thalas--should be K. q. thalas-...

At least the Nightfallen and Withered have easier Shalassian names: Arcan'- from the Arcan'dor trees, and Darnassian "ethe-" meaning "to wither away." However, for their Latinate names, the initial noting of K. zindorus suramara runs into the snag of precision. Is it right to refer to the Nightfallen as those beings of Suramar? What about the affix "zin-" meaning "glory" in the Kaldorei tongue but also eliminated from Shal'dorei ones. Perhaps K. arandorus shalassia be a better descriptor of Shalassian Elves, with the use of "aran-" aligned with the guess that "Shal'aran" means "home of/within the shadows"

Then, with the sun-loving elves, are the High Elves (of, let's say, Dalaran) that different than the Highvale Elves of the Hinterlands? Wretched are indeed distinct from Blood Elves, but are they a different subspecies or a different race? If the Wretched self-organize, should they therefore be K. q. lithiensis, named for the Quel'lithien Lodge?

Quel'dorei, K. queldorus danassia: High Elves

Belore'dorei, K. q. danillia: Highvale Elves

Sin'dorei, K. q. thalassia: Blood Elves

Fel'dorei, K. q. ...: Felblood Elves

Ren'dorei, K. q. renellia: Void Elves

Fal'dorei, K. faladorus falanaara: Aranasi Elves

[sekhisadventures]

Malgum, Former Felblade of the Burning Legion

Important Stories:

Unnatural Beings: The man'ari have rejoined their draenei cousins, which reunites some families of the long-lived Eredar race. Malgum is asked to come with his sister, Aziguni, to Valdrakken in the hopes that she can help her friends understand that the man'ari are no longer their enemies.

Demons: When Shalandrae and Aziguni wind up cornered by Dissonantia and her minions, Malgum reveals the dread power of the felfury to save his sister.

Race: Man'ari Eredar

Class: Felblade Berserker

Eye Color: Burning fel green

Birthplace: Eredath City

Residence: A small enclave on Azuremist Island set aside by Velen for the Eredar.

Abilities:

Master of Melee Combat: Malgum has had tens of thousands of years to perfect the art of combat, and is able to stand toe to toe with the best warriors of Azeroth, having honed his abilities against countless worlds.

The Felfury: While Malgum does not like using this, he can call upon his fel corruption in moments of dire need. When he invokes this power he becomes a whirling storm of destruction, the felblood in his veins boiling white-hot as he tears into his foes, his body erupting in green flames that ignite anything flammable nearby. He does not feel pain, he does not feel fear, he does not feel anything but a maddening desire to tear apart whatever is infront of him. The Felfury comes with a cost however... felfire must be fed. When he invokes this he must focus on a target. If that target dies then Malgum suffers no ill effects, but if he takes too long he 'burns out' and becomes so exhausted that he can barely move. The cost must be paid, and if not by his victim, then by Malgum himself.

Familiar with Legion Technology: Not extremely useful these days... but Malgum is adept at using the technology of the Burning Legion, such as their ships like the Fel Hammer of the Illidari. As much Legion tech is based on Titan Technology thanks to their former leader being the fallen titan Sargeras this may come in handy...

History

The truth is, he had wished to go with Velen when the prophet fled Argus, but his partner (now centuries dead) had insisted they at least hear out Kil'jadeen's proposal. By the time they recognized it for the poisoned chalace it was, it was too late to refuse. To disobey Archimonde and Kil'jadeen was worthy of death. They allowed themselves to be remade as man'ari and the next several eons of their lives were an endless series of atrocities, genocide, and destruction on a global scale.

His partner fell during a legion invasion of a distant world far away from both Argus and Azeroth, decapitated by one of that world's defenders. For a long time they had only had each other, sharing their regrets and despair at their fate but unable to do anything about it. To even consider dissent was dangerous as Kil'jadeen could invade the minds of the eredar under him at his whim… and it was only blind luck he hadn't seen their thoughts. Their death was what first caused him to give into the felfury. The world turned red for him, and the one who struck down his partner was torn limb from limb by the furious eredar… along with their two allies, and their entire squad, and as the haze fel he found himself standing atop their leader, holding the pulped remains of what had been their head.

After this, he gave in for a long time. He didn't like what he was doing in the Legion's name, but he had lost the will to even care anymore. The only one he could trust was gone, what else could he do?

Then, after eons, Velen returned to Argus at the head of an army. The forces of Azeroth, a world that had denied Sargeras victory multiple times, had invaded the Legion's homeworld and were laying siege to Antorus. For the first time, he saw a potential way to free himself from his fate. As the rest of the legion went to battle, he fell back and hid in the depths of the citadel to wait out the conflict. If the Legion prevailed he would simply emerge and claim that he had been pursuing a group of draenei stragglers into the fortress. If through some miracle Sargeras lost… well… he didn't know what he'd do.

Of course, the miracle happened. The corrupted titan Argus was defeated, the Pantheon imprisoned Sargeras, and the Legion was no more. Kil'jadeen and Archimonde were truly dead, and Sargeras was gone. The Legion's generals looked above for guidance and saw only a power vaccum.

Civil War erupted practically overnight, with the highest ranking demons all vying to take the empty throne of Sargeras. Several powerful Man'ari joined the fighting themselves, but now that there were no leaders and no Kil'jadeen Malgum was beyond tired of the slaughter and stayed out of the conflict as much as he could.

Several years later however, Velen returned and met with another Man'ari Eredar… but Arzal'kal was no foe to the prophet. He led a cabal of Man'ari who, like Malgum, had made the mistake of trusting Kil'jadeen without knowing the truth of their pact with Sargeras. When Arzal'kal presented Velen with the Brilliant Star and shed his Eredar name, taking the name Arzaal once more, Malgum came with him to Azeroth.

Now, he simply wishes to stop being a weapon… but fighting is all he knows anymore after eons of warfare, so he sells his services as a felblade, hoping that he may find a new path someday.

[musee-de-muse]

I still wish her eyebrows matched her hair, but I remain impressed at how similar I got her to look! I was trying to look for tattoos or makeup like in her art, here, but I got as close as I could! (And the piercings in the horns in BG3 are a good idea for actual Lily...)

So, now that Baldur's Gate is almost finally, truly complete...I'm gonna give it a real shot, and I thought I'd try a few mods - next thing you know, I've actually managed to basically re-make Lily!

[ooc-miqojak]

DWC 2: Opportunity/Eternity

She couldn't tell you when the realization had settled over her, like a yoke about her shoulders - her people were a long-lived race, yes, but... with what had been done to her, it was eternity she was facing, now.

Lilliana had really only just come into her own as an adult, before this ocurred, and was now cursed to not only change, with time... but to have nothing but time, in the end. She would have longer with people than if they were human, but... in the end, she would outlast them all - and what kind of life is that? An eternity of being looked at askance - with worry, or trepidation, because of what demons had done to others. She would outlive even her own child.

What was there to do, but accept it? The young woman had railed against it again, and again, but there were no answers. No one had been able to help her. No one knew how to undo what had been done to her soul, because it wasn't the sort of thing that was done. Tampering with souls wasn't the sort of thing the average Kirin Tor sorcerer would have experience with. That was the prerogative of darker arts, and more often than not, those who practiced as much would be more inclined to keep her as she was, or make it worse, rather than assist her in un-doing what had been done.

She had tried to see it as an opportunity, instead - but it was like a thin veneer behind which Lily knew the truth: she didn't want 'forever'. A good, long time, yes - but eternity was not something she'd ever asked for.

The weight of it all was maddening - the fel corruption, the invasive thoughts, the hunger, the changes... and the knowledge that it would all would last forever. It would corrode and erode at who she really was, and who wanted eternity as something they didn't choose to be?

@daily-writing-challenge

[yurilvr4]

boothill brain rot !

he's got a knack for alcohol, typical of him to be spotted in a bar.

you make the usual drink, saying that he's drinking too much again- all he does is flutter his long lashes and asks for another strong one.

he says something like "you call this a drink? c'mon now, surprise me." his voice is roughly spoken- you're guessing it's the voice module in his throat.

'soul glad, make it strong' he'd order, head slumped on the countertop. he doesn't really get drunk since he's basically not human? but also because his systemic drive doesn't have the proper function setting for it.

he really needs an upgrade. maybe you could work as a technician instead of a bartender? ‘what'd ya say huh?’ he remarks with a fist on his cheek while lazily watching you do your job.

for once you carelessly agree to his rambles, as for him, he's already busy eyeing the payphone a few meters away from the bar counter.

"hold on darlin’" he begins to stand, his long legs in view before setting the cup on the marble, "gon' phone someone. this one's urgent you see."

you could see the expression on his face, irritated but it disappears after he sends you a quick wink, tipping his hat a little before walking away from where you stay wiping the glass.

"weird." you mutter as you get ready to clock out for the night. it's stormy out- the sun long gone and the only thing you see is lightening and rain.

you could hear boothill threaten someone over the phone- it was obvious that he was trying to keep his voice hush but that didn't stop you from hearing a few lines though, "my bullets will find you.. until then, you best find a casket store on penacony."

decidedly, you ignore it. probably nothing.

you see him slam the phone down in it's handle and a few occupants look at him, immediately turning their heads away unbothered. boothill makes his way over to the bar counter once more, settling down on one of the stools.

"right, give me one more felblood energy before i hit the hay," boothill eyes you up under his hat, seeing you pack your things.

"ya leavin'? look outside, the weather s'all muddy and dangerous. can't leave just yet sugar."

boothill snickers, downing the bitter liquid of felblood.

you narrow your eyes, "talk to me would ya? i'm the only patron left." he jabs a carefree thumb behind him, and you look at all the almost empty tables, a few men here and there but that's it.

"you should.. probably head back. it's late," you say, sighing because he wouldn't go away.

"sure," he sips the remaining liquid, "join me?" his teeth are now on display, sharp whites grinning as he looks at you with a calculating stare.

you huff a scoff- ears turning warm at his suggestion. boothill took note of this, and chuckled.

"just pullin' your leg." with one last snort, he rises from his seat and pays his tab.

"keep the change." boothill salutes as he bids farewell.

you watch him walk away, probably to one of the guest rooms- and you look at the cash on the table, 50 credits and an extra 100 as tip.

under all that money, something caught your eye- a small note in between that says 'stay for the night' with the room number written in messy handwriting.

you might wanna take him up on that offer.

[mysdrymmumbles]

and I need 6 felblood and I will max legion tailoring

[nixalegos]

"Happens naturally. Be glad my contempt for the contemptable comes with a modicum of tact not to just hit you whenever we cross paths, and a side of fries apparently." He said with a scoff at his finished ordering his own meal. "...I am a little shocked you seemed so.." He waved his gauntleted arm about lazily. "..lackadaisical about this development. This isn't taking about the orcs. Or the draenei. Or some warped victim like the Broken or even the misbegotten felbloods. These are man'ari. Literal. Actual demons. Any amount of remorse, or desperate seeking of 'absolution' on their part almost entirely worthless, what acts of self sacrifice, or martyrdom can undo eons of world killing? Of inventing cruelties they can't even replicate in the Maw?" He said as he leaned back in his chair. "If we, as Azerothians, are willing to accommodate these lost lambs, then where is the line drawn? Why don't we spare every sayaad who sheds a tear over their victims. Every imp who was whipped and cajoled into clawing eyes out brought in to huddle in the eaves of our cities. You're no stranger of being treated like some freakish second citizen, and the illidari as a whole can at least make the statement that their intentions are good. And yet here we have full on Man'ari walking into our places of learning. Of coddling our civilian populations under the guise of humility, remorse, and novelty." He said with a near snarl. He came to pinch the bridge of his nose. "And then long term Korrinth. As the number of repentant demons comes to rise, trickling in on the roads paved by these first weeping Man'ari. What in the hells are the Illidari going to do when the number of demons in the cities outnumber you lot? Outnumber us all. They don't die properly, and apparently even you are willing to let sleeping felhounds lie." He said with a sigh. "No one walks away from a debt. And yet, they, who will live forever unless otherwise forced, who bathed in blood and cruelty, will get the chance to. What argument can be held to NOT go full demon if they're allowed a chance at peace and forgiveness?"

@fel-temptation

❛ consider this a professional courtesy. ❛ - from @fel-temptation

"Really? Professionalism? Is that why the Illidari are sending you out as courier?" He quipped as he took the letter and cracked it open, not at all enjoying the smug look of satisfaction on their face, but having the social grace to allow them a small measure of satisfaction in opening the letter and starting to mumble read the contents in front of them. "Hereby...with making all of them parties, and may proceed in the suit, having sufficient parties before it to represent all the adverse interests of the plaintiffs...The recognized Council of the Black Harvest." He said pulling more of the letter out to read. "Are you kidding me? A class action lawsuit?! Who on Azeroth is holding this up as legal?" He said looking from the litigation notice to them. "You sons of bitches don't have a monopoly on knowledge or Legion crafted salvage." He snarled as he continued reading. "Oh well no fucking wonder you wanted to hand this off to me personally, savor the shock in my voice. I can promise you there's going to be a string of collective action waivers from Valdrakken to Argus itself as other members get this. The Illidari can barely be called a collective Dawnshatter, much less afford to go toe to toe in matters of legality with people who live and die on how tight their contract clauses are." He grumbled more to himself then to them. Then he continued reading. "What the hell is this, by accepting this notice, payment due...ten gold. Oh. Classy. The Illidari can't even afford to pay the people they send out on delivery quests." He grumbled. "Come on then, I'll get us lunch, and pay you with the change." He said, coming about to turn, waving the letter like a truce flag. "I better get your signature once I'm done paying as proof of payment."

@fel-temptation

[trashyvanillabean]

👀 Now these are what I’d call Trailblazer Specials!!

Ver. Stelle-1:

Base: Ice SoulGlad + Odd Concoction

Blossom Dew

Ver. Stelle-2:

Base: Ice SoulGlad + Practitioner Pepper

Blossom Dew

Ver. Caelus-1:

Base: Ice SoulGlad + Odd Concoction

Felblood Energy

Ver. Caelus-2:

Base: Ice SoulGlad + Practitioner Pepper

Felblood Energy

[transgenderization]

felblood portrait is so funny btw. there should not be 60/60s in the tavern on like. turn 8