#ilansar

[asharinhun]

Headcannon about asha: When he gets upset you can literally hear the bear growling mixing with darnassian

It’s almost 100% correct! :D The only addition is simply ‘upset’ isn’t enough, Asha needs to be angry enough to be about to shapeshift, barely (or bearly? xD) holding hismelf back but indeed you can hear it in his voice.

@ilansar

[duskbringerbrotherhood]

Home and Hearth (Part Two.)

(( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKLfvt6CZCY ))

Quel’danas was ripe with havoc and hate. The smoke and blood fueled bitterness in the air. All from the confrontation between the Legion and the Shattered Sun. The outer walls of the once magnificent fortress were little more than rubble and terrible shades of what they once were. A wash with blood and soot, bile and remnants of magic. The battle still waged ever onward for victory for either side was still out of reach.

Off, out among the town, where the struggles from the forces was no longer sat Tyrthalion. Still a heap of bloodied armour and tears, the mutated corpse of his wife laying forever lifeless in his arms. Despite his pleads and cries, prayers and screams, she did not return. She never would.

Sathranell, broke through the Arcane and stumbled through. Catching his balance on the rubble to catch his breath. Seeing his brother knelt in the grass. But the sought relief did not last. A stray bombardment from the ships off the coast rained explosive munitions down on the cityscape. The mage acted quickly, with a flurry of his hands a portal opened beneath Tyrthalion and removed him from the oncoming explosion. Depositing him in the ruined house next to his brother.

All at once Tyrthalion fell, and then returned as his body met the remaining stonework floor of the house. He panicked as his hands grasped, his vision flicked and desperately searched for his wife’s corpse. It was gone. His emotions erputed within him as tears continued to streak down his dirt and blood smeared expression. He was at his feet in an instant and leaping to end whoever had removed her from his grasp again. Within seconds his brother was taken down, pinned and held in a choke against the blood soaked earth.

“How dare you! How dare you take her from me!” Tyrthalion threated, slamming the man into the ground.

Sathranell collected himself, pried Tyrthalion off and kicked, forcefully removing his brother from him. 

“I saved you! What the in the Light has come over you!” he barked back, catching his breath as he came to his feet.

Tyrthalion flailed and kicked, a mess unable to gain a footing as he stumbled back and hit the stone floor once more. His thoughts came through, it was his brother and with a glance of the burning glass over where he once knelt, he was correct. That cannon would have killed him.

“Huh!?! What? That’s it? The mighty Spellbreaker is gonna take a few wounds and quit? What about them?!” Sathranell spat in anger. Jutting an accusation finger at his brother and then at the city as he asked.

“Sarianna... Cynthia... dead. They’re dead! DEAD!... She.. died in my arms... there.” Tyrthalion replied in misery pointing to the small crater Sathranell had saved him from.

With that, he understood why his brother suddenly threatened to kill him. They were family to him, he was teaching Cynthia minor incantations last they met. Sarianna cooked dinner whenever he stopped by and she was always so quick to smile. 

But now, they were gone. He quelled the swell in his chest and stepped over to his brother, grabbed his arm and hurled him up to his feet. Steadied themselves and looked him in the eye.

“Look. I know, you’re in pain. Pain that I could never comprehend. But they are losing in there. Alright? They need their captain. The Shattered Sun are breaking through the outer city of the Sunwell. But they’ve only reached the Terrace. You need to fight, brother.” Sathranell explained in a weighted tone.

Tyrthalion gathered his thoughts as best he could. Pouring over the faces and images in his mind, going over the soldiers, brothers and sisters in arms that he knew would be there. His soldiers. His Spellbreakers. He wiped his face which did little,but peeled his hair back as he focused a focus Sathranell had not seen in many years.

“Sword... where’s my...” he said softly as he panned his gaze and found it, reached down as his body ached and moaned against him. But returned to his feet and wiped the blade with his glove.

“Get out of here, Sath. Get to the homestead. Use your portals. Get everything out. If I’m captured.... If I’m captured I may be killed. Take everything we have. I want it out of ‘their’ hands. Now go. Go!” Tyrthalion commanded. Stepping passed his brother and making for the Terrace. 

(( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hp5wSk8tp_Q ))

Tyrthalion broke into a jog, breaking for the backlines of the Shattered Sun as he’d no intention of cutting through the bulk. Even if he wanted to. A stray scout was drinking from his canteen as Tyr sprinted upon him. He was unable to turn in time as the Spellbreakers sword firmly pierced his back and threw them from their horse.

Straddling the steed, he rounded the back lines and galloped up the hills to the gates of the Terrace with haste. Upon reaching the base, the Shattered Sun lines were primed and ready to enter again his kinsmen. With a kick, the horse sprinted, coming up quickly on the rear flank.

He snatched the spear of one soldier, drove it through two men and the horse plowed through the rest, stamping several under hoof and breaking the line. Two men were quick to react and speared the steed in turn as it screamed and stumbled. Tyrthalion leapt and rolled, coming to his feet as he stepped passed the gates and into the Terrace. Dodging the retaliation for his attack.

His steps slowed as he swept his gaze around the Terrace. He was too late, the force he had met were reinforcements. Not the assault. Sin’dorei bodies laid about the corpses of Shattered Sun warriors. He recognized some, ones he’d met though his time among them. Rushing to the railings edge he looked down, the two forces had faced off. He had time.

Breaking for the halls he ran as much as he could whilst cutting the corners, a small group had been left behind in the grand hall, they almost didn’t. But they heard the thundering foot steps. The first turned to face the noise, but not quickly enough as Tyr hurled his sword up and nearly guillotined the man in half before withdrawing the blade and removing his head in a spin.

The others collected themselves, the more skilled charging in an effort to stop him. But they were poorly trained and off guard from his surprise. He impaled the first in his sword and hurled him back, withdrew his blade and swung cutting the second in two before he could land a strike.

With the gained momentum, his sword armed up and beheaded the third. The remaining three broke, dropping their weapons and running for the gate. Tyrthalion continued until he saw a familar suit of armour soaked in blood and laid about the floor. It was one of his, K’rinth the youngest he had trained. The mans head was gone, but he knew the sigil on their tabard and cursed under his breath. It looked like he had crawled a distance before his head was removed. In the direction of a small courtyard. 

“Ronae!” Tyrthalion yelled down the hallway leading to the courtyard. If his Spellbreakers were in here, this was a kill room for sure, the blood soaked stone told volumes of that.

Two flanked from the end of the hall, shields up and weapons at the ready. He taught them well. They lowered when they recognized him.

“Captain? We thought you were dead...” one spoke in disbelief. Given the female tone, he knew that was Serindi. His Lieutenant, which made the other behind the shield Zander. Then in time the third appeared from behind a pillar, tall burly elf using his pole axe as a walking stick, that was Bronx.

“No... not yet at least. How... how’re the rest of you? I saw K’rinth.” he asked stepping forward to the soldiers.

“Bronx took a spear to his leg. He can barely walk. Zander and I mostly have small cuts and bashes. Nothing major. We feld here and took up positions. Been killing them as they come.” Serindi explained gesturing to the two men.

“That’s good at least. If you can fight we might come out of this.” Tyrthalion replied looking between the three of them, his armour looked no worse then theirs. Occasional bursts of crimson and cold shown through the caked gore and muck.

“I’m glad you’re alive. We’ll have much to speak of when we get out of this but in the mean time savour your breath. More are coming of that I’m certain. I killed the patrol group on my way in. The weak slipped away.” Tyrthalion explained as he pointed back to the grand hall.

The three have an affirmative nod and each went through their personal motions. Serindi and Zander took up positions flanking the door way, Bronx and Tyrthalion slipped back behind the pillars. Perpared for what was to come. Or so they thought...

[anshellasunsong]

Summer Days Part 2!

Three weeks had gone by since Anshella had met the mysterious demon hunter known as Ilansar Sunblight. Since then, she had seen him almost every night, getting ever bolder in their conversations. He even began to sit at the bar in the stool closest to where she worked behind the counter.

“You think he’s ever going to get the stones to ask her on a date? Because this mutual pining is making me nauseous.” Jettina leaned back in her chair with a booted foot up on the table. She shook her head as she watched the two oblivious to flirting with one another.

“I was going to ask the same thing.” Tyr stated as he took a sip from his glass.

“I mean, it’s almost been a month…” Jettina took a piece of apple off of his plate and bit into it.

“Only time will tell. But, I’m more curious about you.” He perked a brow at her. “You’re shockingly cavalier about this. You’re usually like an overprotective mother hen around your youngest cousin.”

Jettina shrugged. “Eh, what harm can it do? I think it’s been long enough for her to get used to this city and find someone to romance.”

Tyr nodded his head for a beat before he began to sip from his glass of ambrosia again.

Anshella giggled softly as Ilansar smiled at her, her eyes twinkling. Ilansar took another sip of his water before looking around the lounge area. “It’s so slow this evening don’t you think?”

“Just a little, but it i-is just the middle of the w-week.” She shrugged, leaning on the counter. “Th-this is about as busy as it gets.”

Ilansar mulled over her words for a moment before he looked up at her and into her eyes. “Then, if it is not too much trouble, would you-that is if you want to-we could...go for a stroll in the city? And maybe have dinner...with me?”

Anshella looked at him in surprise.

“Aaaaand there’s my cue!” Jettina jumped up from her chair and walked around the bar. She placed a hand on Anshella’s shoulder. “Why don’t you take a night off and I’ll watch the bar? It’s a total snoozefest in here anyways.”

“Oh, b-but…” She looked at her cousin before she looked at Ilansar’s hopeful face. “Well, I-I have been meaning to take a break a-and I could stretch my legs.”

She smiled at Ilansar. “I-I’d love to join you on a walk...and dinner with you.” She removed her apron and handed it to Jettina before she walked around the counter to meet Ilansar.

He beamed as he stood from his stool, holding out his arm for her to take. She gently took it and smiled up at him as the strolled out of the inn, talking animatedly about this and that.

The few patrons and Jettina breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a cheer with a chorus of ‘about time!’. They were just as excited about them finally taking the next step. Even though it was just a walk around the city and dinner.

“So, tell me all about Winterspring. It sounds so fascinating knowing you lived there for so long.” Ilansar moved them down the Walk of Elders, placing his hand over hers, the one holding onto his arm.

“Well, l-let’s see…” She looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling warmly. “I-It’s very cold. N-Not as cold as Northrend, b-but not by much. Snow covers a good majority of the land, especially around the mansion i-in Starfall V-Village.”

“You lived in a mansion?” He blinked at her in surprise.

“N-No no. Not me. My cousin and her parents lived there.” She went on to explain. “You s-see, my f-father and h-his brother were twins, h-heirs to lead the h-head of our family. My father, Dadriel was the youngest by five minutes so h-his reign would come after Dabriel, J-Jettina’s father.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” they continued to walk, Ilansar looking at her through his peripheral vision now and then as they talked. “I confess, I was very hopeful that you would come with me to dinner this evening. I...have been meaning to ask you out for so long but I never had the courage until tonight.”

“Really?” she blinked at him. “Y-You planned this o-out?”

“With a little help of course.” He winked at her before waving his hand to summon his little imp minion, Yazkol.

“Everything is all set and ready to go, ‘master’.” The little imp rolled his eyes, “The mage is waiting for you by the bank to send you both to Pandaria to the restaurant on the second floor of the Shrine of Two Moons.”

“Excellent.” He smiled at Anshella. “Shall we?”

She nodded at him and allowed him to lead her to the bank. Sure enough, and older looking elven man opened a portal for them. “Have fun.”

They nodded at the man and stepped through the portal, right in the middle of the Shrine, like Yazkol promised. They were met by a spritely Pandaren woman whom enthusiastically escorted them up to the restaurant and sat them down at a table overlooking the floor below.

“You d-did all of this...f-for me?” Anshella looked all around the room as they were seated.

“I did. All to get you alone to get to know you better.” He took her hand in his across the table, having her attention turned back to him. “I hope this is okay. You see, I have another confession to make…”

“Yes?” she squeezed his hand.

“I have been...drawn to you ever since the night I first met you.” He smiled bashfully. “You...awakened something in me that I have not felt in a long time. And, I wanted to see where this goes.”

Anshella looked touched at his words. She gave him a wide smile, the half chelsea grin scar stretching with it. “I h-have to confess to feeling the same thing. I-I have been...so fascinated by you and I-I wanted to get to know you b-better. Maybe give...romance a chance?”

He blushed and looked shocked. But before he could give her a reply, their waiter brought their drinks and a plate of dumplings for them to munch on. “You two enjoy these for a moment before I come back with the entree! You’re going to love our food!”

The waiter left and the two let their hands go, just for a moment so they could take a drink of their water and try the food set before them. They fell into a comfortable silence as they savored the dish, looking at each other with shy smiles and blushes on their cheeks.

Their food was brought out ten minutes later and they each shared from each others’ plate, talking about past memories. They burst into laughter through bites of their food.

“S-So, there m-my father was, the c-coldest part of winter, with Uncle Dadriel ,” She swallowed down a bite of noodles before continuing, “Both nothing but a house robe and slippers running from one of the lions screaming at th-the top of his lungs ‘Anshelliiiine, get this overgrown puffb-ball off of my tail!’”

Ilansar threw back his head and laughed, holding onto his stomach as he did.

“We a-all told him th-that grumpy old l-lion was going to snap at him o-one day.” She wiped away a tear from her laughter. “H-He didn’t believe us. And my mother w-wanted to help but…”

“But?” He chuckled.

“But she was too busy holding o-onto the rail of the d-deck because she was laughing too hard!”

They both laughed hard again, setting aside their empty plates for the waiter to pick them up.

“Now that I would have paid good money to see.” Ilansar wiped at his own eyes, pulling out some coins to pay the waiter when he came back. “I definitely have to visit Winterspring one day.”

“M-Most definitely.” they smiled at each other as they stood from their seats, walking around to stand next to one another. Ilansar shyly reached over and took her hand, lacing their fingers together as they strolled out to the restaurant to the portal room. Anshella squeezed his fingers gently as they walked to the portal back to Silvermoon City.

They continued to talk and laugh as they walked out of Sunfury Spire and down the ramp towards the fountain. They stepped to the side of the fountain, Anshella choosing to hop onto the edge of it, stretching her arms out for balance. Her hand never left his.

He stopped them for a moment, turning to face her. She fanned herself with her free hand as he climbed up onto the ledge with her. “Th-This city is always so h-hot in the summer. Even during the evening. I-I don’t think I’ll ever be used to it.”

He chuckled. “In time you will. It must be quite the adjustment going from one extreme to another?”

“Just a l-little. Back home, it n-never gets to be m-more than -20 degrees during the day and -30 d-during the night.”

He smiled as she turned to walk the ledge again, not noticing the slippery spot on the polished marble of the fountain she was about to step on!

“Shella wait! You’re about to-!” too late…

She stepped directly onto the puddle of water and slipped, falling back into the fountain. Their hands still connected, Ilansar jerked forward and fell right into the water right next to her.

They both sat up, sputtering and spitting out the water that had entered their mouths when they went down.

“W-Well...th-that is one way to cool down…” Anshella moved her curtain of ebony hair out of her face, wet clothes clinging tightly to her curves.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to agree.” Ilansar looked down at himself and sighed. It did feel cooler in the fountain…

They looked at each other and let out a giggle that turned into full blown laughter. “You look like a drowned rat!”

“A-and you look l-like a soggy f-f-frog!”

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFuhB8N2CLk)

They laughed until their sides hurt and wiped more tears of joy from their wet faces. Ilansar was the first to stand, reaching out his hands to pull Anshella to her feet. She giggled and thanked him before turning to start wading around in the water. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Even when they were standing in a cold fountain, she still flooded his chest with warmth. His heart thudded against his ribcage as his eyes took in her form. The soft curve of her rounded hips, the fullness of her thighs, and the dip of her waist.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to jump into this fountain but n-never had the courage to do so. May as well make th-the m-most out o-of this h-happy accident.” She smiled at him and began to wade her way over to the statues. She stepped through the waterfall of the fountain, beckoning Ilansar with a finger to follow her.

A passerby smirked as he noticed them, pulling out three seeds from a pocket before tossing them into the water around them. The seeds burst into three different colored trees each with blossoms blooming from them. He gave the demon hunter a thumbs up before darting off into the night.

He shook out his head as he followed her, taking a deep breath as he stepped through the waterfall. She was looking around in wonder surrounded by crystal clear waters and falling petals. He was just looking at her… It was like a dream.

Before he even knew what he was doing he stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned her head to look at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as their eyes met. The sound of heavy falling water became muted until it was nothing but a buzz of white noise to their ears. Time began to slow down as they stood there in the cool waters of the fountain holding one another as more stars began to twinkle across the sky. The clouds moved and the two were suddenly bathed in a spotlight from the full moon overhead.

Their heads began to move towards one another, both sets of eyes beginning to close as their lips met. Ilansar pressed a gentle hand to the back of her head as his arm snaked around her back to pull her flush against him. The kiss was shy and gentle, but deepened as they became comfortable with one another.

Tongues clashed and rolled against each other. A gentle push and pull like the waves of the sea. Breathtaking, gentle, rough, sweet, too much yet not enough.

The two were reluctant to part from one another, but the need for air proved to be too great.

Anshella looked at him with wide dazed eyes, running her fingers through his damp locks. Ilansar looked down at her, eyes never leaving her face. “You make me feel alive again.”

“I could say the same to you.” she smiled shyly. “Ilansar.”

“Shella.” He wrapped his arms tight around her. “Someday, you’ll be MY Shella.”

“And you’ll b-be MY Ilansar.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

@ilansar @duskbringerbrotherhood @jettinasunsong

[fel-temptation]

"Ah, a shame so many talented huntresses follow that Night-elven fool. Surely now, you see how misguided the Betrayer was."

Korrinth quirked a crimson brow at the bold opening statement. Crossing her arms over her chest she would pay the man an incredulous look. Finally, after a moment the woman replied, “I wouldn’t assume any of us are in a position to call another misguided. After all... did we not follow the same path? I’m sure you or I would have made as many or more mistakes had we lived as long- or had such a storied history with Azeroth as Illidan did.” A small shrug marred her disposition. Seemingly perfectly content to play devils advocate.

“But I believe your point, if you had one, is moot. Considering he stopped leading the Illidari after his death, nor picked the mantle back up after his resurrection. We have no proper leadership anymore.” Her tone very matter-of-fact.

{ @ilansar !}

[hmratking]

The King sounds relaxed to me. Even when he's a bit more extreme, he has an aire of being content with what is happening around him, like he knows and expects it all. And when those qualities fail, his voice gets higher, almost like a shriek but with more growl.

@ilansar

[aleanissa]

About the Mun

Tagged by: @zookeeper-cielsy ((Thank you!)) Tagging: @draenis @ilansar @unabashedrebel @asharri  @tanefrun @kaelanore @velavie @amorthonblackwood @lilthessa @kanekuran@dark-calling @dark-calling @kelzthalassunwhisper @rabbitsandstars  @safrona-shadowsun 

Name/Nickname: Angel or Angie ((Very few call me by my nickname, and I can’t say that I really like it myself.))

Gender: Female Height: 5′4″? ((I might be actually shorter…)) Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw according to Pottermore Favorite Animal: Bears!  Hours of Sleep: It depends on the day of the week, but I usually get 4-6 hours of sleep. Not the most healthy sleeping pattern…I would admit. Dogs or Cats: I love both. Number of Blankets: I have two blankets, because the place where I live...can get a bit too cold at winter time.

Dream Trip: My dream trip came true when I got to backpack around Europe with my auntie this summer and…we are planning to join an ocean cruise when spring comes by. Dream Job: Currently majoring in Physics Astronomy, I am… of course aiming to become an astronomer. I just find space very interesting, and the possibility of finding other life forms out there is beyond fascinating to me. Time: 1:45pm (PST) Birthday: February 14th Favorite Bands: I listen to every genre of music, and I love them all. Favorite Solo Artist: PASS! ((I can’t choose…))

Song Stuck In My Head:

King by Lauren Aquilina

Last Movie I Watched: IT ((I love horror movies!)) Last Show I watched: The Big Bang Theory When did I create my Blog: 2 years ago? ((I really don’t remember.)) What do I post/Reblog: At first I was mostly posting stories, poetry and answering to asks, then… I started to reblog a lot of things. Last thing I Googled: Christmas Markets ((I am a big Christmas freak.)) Why I chose My URL: It’s my muse’s name. Original intent: Made this blog to write stories and roleplay. I…then got to meet a lot of amazing people.^^ Other Blogs: @historia-wra ((My Alt)) Followers: 330 Lucky number: 17 Favorite Instrument: Guzheng ((Chinese string piano)) What am I wearing: White sweater, Dark green coat, Yellow&blue scarf, Navy jeans and White flats. Nationality: I am born in Korea but grew up in Canada as a Canadian. Favorite Song: I can’t choose! Last Book I Read: “Carry On - Rainbow Rowell”

[anshellasunsong]

@ilansar @duskbringerbrotherhood

me: i wanna write

someone: then… write?

me:

[asharinhun]

11 Share your favorite quest line or lore tidbit.

I actually liked a lot of questchains. One of my favorites is the already unavailable Swift Flight Form questchain, tho I also like the old pre-Cata Darkshore quests.

@ilansar

[duskbringerbrotherhood]

Death Comes...

The blacken and grey spired landscape of Argus set out before Tyrthalion. Even the clouded sky was of a brooding nature rather than a looming one. Lightning cracked in the distance and thunder rolled across the structures and the plains.

He was here for a reason? A purpose? A goal?

His memory was clouded. Looking down over his form he felt his normal fatigue of the plate armour. But then he realized his hammer, the massive weapon gently hummed in his grip, like a faint song in the back of his mind.

A roar brought his attention to a fine point as he leapt backward and then ducked. The demon’s axe chewing into the lifeless dirt before swinging longly to kill. Missing its target with another disgusted roar.

His hammer came around before he realized he had swung, only then putting force into it as the weapon knocked the axe from the foe’s hands. Tyr took a hard stride forward as he brought his weapon around again. The head of the hammer making contact with the demon, obliterating its body as it cried in pain before being thrown aside.

There.

In the distance among a small band of demons stood his ever known foe. The Dreadlord that took everything from him. Tyr inhaled heavily. Feeling the adrenaline flow through him like fire in his veins. He had the advantage. The surprise.

Keeping his footfalls quiet he stalked along the rim of a crater as the band of demons came closer. Closer... Close....

He dug his heels in and sprinted with everything he had. Swinging the massive hammer to propel him as he descended on the foe. His hammer pulverized the first demon unknowlingly. The other two reeling as they were coated in their comrades blood. The second barely got a word out as Tyr spun, bringing the hammer down, then up into the Demons chest. The third brought up his weapon only to drive it into himself in an effort to parry Tyr’s hammer.

The Dreadlord chuckled in that ever dark and seductive tone.

“Well little, Elf. We meet again. But this time you’ve engaged me. On my own world. Such a brave one you are...”

Barring his teeth Tyrthalion strode closer, bringing his hammer into a poised position to swing.

A clang, a gust of wind and a deep shrike of fear.

The hammer was gone. Cleaved in two and disarmed.

The Elf took a sharp breath, eyes darting from side to side looking for the Dreadlord. He never moved -this- fast. Never with this much available power. A sharp sense of terror washed over him.

He returned to view. Not far infront of the Elf. With a dark chuckle he surged a killing beam of Fel-Fire and magic into Tyrthalion. He braced. Focusing his Spellbreaker abilities to counter the incoming assault.

It failed. The Fel-Magic coursed through him like a tissue paper stops a current of water. He felt the burning pain, the decay and destruction of his form as it dissolved under the force. He concentrated, pooling his efforts in a attempt to survive.

The Dreadlord let out its signature laughter as the current of energy continued to bombard the elf. The laugh altered. It changed and manipulated into pleads of denial and shrieks of pain and torture. The elf was draining the Dreadlord. Siphoning the vast amounts of magic into himself rather than letting it destory him. Siphoning the Dreadlords life force. 

Keep going...

A small voice in his head whispered.

Take it all from him... be what you’ve always desired...

The voice spoke again in a soft and alluring tone.

Tyrthalion didn’t stop. He pooled and drained. Siphoned and devoured until the Dreadlord was a decayed his bearing its armour with a gargle and a dying wheeze. Tyr felt the burning force within his form. The bright hot desire for more. The after effects seething from his emerald gaze as well as eating at his flesh.

I could end it all. I could kill them all. I could obtain more power...

He offered to himself. Before he could answer his own question a group of soldiers broke the surface of the hill next to him. A mage seeing his form, cast a gout of fire without warning or word.

Tyr rasied an open hand deflecting the blast with little effort. He channeled a force of shadow energy and hurled it across the earth into the group. It ravished them. Devouring their life force withing seconds, The panicked expressions and screams on their faces filling his ears.

Tyrthalion awoke. His breathing was if he had held his breath beneath water for far too long. Gasping. Pleading for air. His hands planted into his face as he felt the thick layer of cold sweat covering his body. His fingers wiped some of it away from his face.

This was not like the others. This was something far more wicked...

Lightning cracked and a wave of thunder bombarded the windows of his bedroom. He leapt to his feet in an attempt to prove the night was over. The terror was just another elaborate nightmare.

Rain poured from the dark clouds in the sky as Tyr pressed open the window. The chilling water droplets pelting his exposed arms. He exhaled a breath if pure relief. Then slumped against the window sill, panning his gaze around the room. His sight landing on his bed. Empty. He sighed and laid his head against the wall.

He missed her. Even sound asleep next to him on nights like this, it brought him comfort he couldn’t find elsewhere. Solace, peace, a quiet mind. All far flung things these days...

He closed his eyes, the flashbacks of images and sensations filling his mind. The faces the location all of it. The Dreadlords laugh... before it was all drowned out by the falling sound of rain in his ears. Turning to look out the window he extended a hand. Feeling the rain fall upon his flesh, pool, drip down and off the back.

“I just wish you’d come home. Or I wish I know where you were, Surfal...”

(( @ilansar @gracefuldissonance @anshellasunsong @rubilocksrp ))

(( For those mentions or those this involves. ))

[anshellasunsong]

👅 = What would satisfy your tongue at the moment? (both) and 🦉 = Whooo’s a really awesome blog that deserves more love?

What would satisfy the muse’s tongue right now would have to be a piercing. I really want to get my tongue pierced for....reasons.

Shella wants sunfrut juice and sugar cookie.

And @ilansar deserves all the love.

@stonestridernerd

[anshellasunsong]

@ilansar

We’re back, baby!

Come one, come all, to a celebration of the arts and of the Lunar Festival on January 31 and February 1, 2020 from 6 PM to 10 PM server in the Shrine of Fellowship (Jade Forest, Pandaria)!

The Tirisfal Theatre Troupe is returning from a much-too-long hiatus, and we’d be honored with your presence at our celebration. In a 2-day event, we’ll be performing alongside multiple guilds, hosting a bardic contest (details below), hosting a raffle for multiple prizes and much much more!

This event is open to participation from all performance guilds and characters on both factions - if you’d like to participate, or have questions regarding this event, please contact us here on Tumblr, or Zephyrwise in-game and we’ll be more than happy to discuss involvement.

Vendors and other guilds are highly encouraged to participate! We hope to see you there!

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[thecleverbard]

💭 (perhaps by reputation, or whatever else you think works)

“Ilansar, you say?” The bard leaned back, thinking. “I believe I had a brief encounter with him on the broken isles, once…He’s devious, commanding yes, but…” he chewed on his lip. “I’ve very reserved opinions for those stricken with blind worship of the lesser Stormrage brother, however. Fel is sickening to poison the blood of Sin’dorei beyond purity, regardless of its strength if controlled.”He sighed. “If we had more meetings, perhaps I could tolerate, and like their presence more, but for now they are the one named Illidari I know out of thousands.”

@ilansar

[anshellasunsong]

Mun Stuff!

Tagging: @ilansar @duskbringerbrotherhood @gracefuldissonance @astralfox0893 @asharinhun

Name/Nickname: Jett. Gender: Female, last I checked anyways. Height: 4″11  Hogwarts House: Slytherin, bitches! Favorite Animal: Lions Hours of Sleep: 6 on a good night 4 on a bad one. Dogs or Cats: I have both sooooo.... Number of Blankets: Just one that I sleep under but I have a fuck ton of blankets. Dream Trip: I’m Tokyo dreaming! Time: 5:31 pm Birthday: July 27th Favorite Bands: Marilyn Manson, Type O Negative, The Cure, Periphery. Favorite Solo Artist: Prince. Song stuck In My Head: Blue Dream by Dance Gavin Dance Last Movie I Watched: The Crow. By far my favorite movie. Last Show I watched: Law & Order: SVU When did I create my Blog: I wanna say about...2015? What do I post/Reblog: I’m a shitposter for sure. Some writings and musings, sad stuff. Last thing I Googled: “Am I being stalked?”. Why I chose My URL: That’s my character’s name. She da best. Original intent: Roleplayas! Other Blogs: jettblakkqueen Followers: 303 Lucky number: 13 Favorite Instrument: Guitar definitely. A lot of my friends and family are musicians. What am I wearing: My fuzzy dream cloud jammies with my favorite moon tank top. Nationality: Full Hispanic. Favorite Song: Love You to Death by Type O Negative Last Book I Read: Last I read was my Witch’s Bible to prepare for Samhain and the Winter Solstice

And How about a selfie because I’m gorgeous and batshit crazy?! :3

[aleanissa]

20 questions: What got you into RP and what is your favorite part about it?

OOC:

My primary focus on Warcraft had always been PVP or Raiding on my original account, with my group of friends all liking the very idea of just ‘leveling’ and being ‘strong’.

I…held no emotions towards my characters on that account, so…my attempts to RP on them had always proven to be in vain. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt special.

It…wasn’t until a particular friend came along and dragged me down this path of wonders…I never knew I could feel so many emotions towards something I created virtually. Yes…he truly showed me a whole new world that I could express myself in.

Because of him… I got to meet so many kind people. The only reason… why I stayed here and continued on. Yes…it’s truly the people behind the character that I love talking to. So many interesting ideas…so many plots in the making. It’s so wonderful to be in this community. I am truly happy.

Yet… I really wouldn’t here without you. Thank you Alord.

-Mun

@unabashedrebel /@ilansar

[aleanissa]

I always wanted to tag you on this. @ilansar

hhhhhhhhhhhh

[duskbringerbrotherhood]

Dusk.

It was twilight when Ilansar knocked on the last door at the end of the longest aisle on the second floor of Wayfarer’s Rest. Not two days had passed since Anshella had left for her little vacation with her cousin, and as such Ilansar had been in and out of the city, much like the Sun Knight, presumably. He knocked again with the back of his knuckle, just as softly as the first time. “If you’re in there, some old…friends of ours have shown up.” The demon hunter whispered in a hushed tone through the door before looking over his shoulder. He wasn’t scared. Just…apprehensive. And very much conscious of the fact that Tyrthalion was probably just as hated by these people as he was.

The elder man sat in a large chair by a kindling fire. The faint light of the waning afternoon erring through small shafts in the window. He wore simple garb, shirt, trousers, boots and his signature red coat. The knock at the door gained his attention, withdrawing from the book in his hand. As his long ears twitched and he connected the voice to the old friend he knew he stood. His fingers snapped the book closed as it bound itself closed with a magical seal. His other hand held his drink, the normal choice of Ambrosia. Nearly gone as he swirled the liquor around in its glass. As Ilansar continued to speak a myriad of scenarios ran through his mind. Blood Knights, Ebon Blades, Forsaken, Trolls, Orcs, the images flashed through his mind as each was another outcome. But what peaked his interest was the way Ilansar spoke. His expression contorted slightly as the familiar frown became apparent. His boot falls softly echoed across the room as he approached the door, twisted the knob and opened the door slowly.

@ilansar