#istariel

[earelloxtiruvai]

“Right...so first Deathwing razed a large part of Azeroth, then we had the whole Sha business, then the Iron Horde, then the Legion...And don’t even get me started on Illidan literally pulling another planet into Azeroth’s orbit.

Then the planet herself was stabbed, for crying out loud and we technically released an Old God trying to stop Azshara.

Now this.

I think we all need to retire, fellow heroes of Azeroth. We’re not doing a good job of protecting her at all.”

[lady-proudmoore]

@earelloxtiruvai (Istariel)

Continued from HERE (Witchy Starters)

The warlock snorted, clearly amused by Jaina’s words, rather than affronted. “By all means, Archmage, go ahead, stare at the package all day,” she sighed dramatically. As if she didn’t know Jaina was curious to see what was inside the thing.

Sure enough, she set about unwrapping it a few moments later, her eyes going wide at the dress revealed once the package was finally opened,even as Istariel appraised both dress and woman with a critical eye. Yes, the colors were a perfect choice, even unworn, she could tell the lavish greens would compliment Jaina’s complexion perfectly and the subtle pearls and crystals would add just the right amount of sparkle. No eye would remain unturned if the blonde went about in that outfit, she was sure of that much.

Which is why she shook her head and took a step back, when Jaina Proudmoore tried to hand the package back to her. “No,”she said simply. “A gift is a gift and I will not take it back, especially when I can see it will look perfect on you. And besides it’s not just a pretty dress,” she smiled faintly. “One has to look their absolute best when fighting off the likes of demons and villains that constantly beset our home, doesn’t she?” she shrugged amusedly. “An Archmage more than anyone else, for that matter.”

@earelloxtiruvai

Jaina raised her eyes to Istariel, caught between guilt and gratitude. She opened her mouth to keep insisting but closed it again, thinking better of it.  Suddenly overcome with emotion, she lept forward and embraced the unsuspecting sin'dorei fiercely.  It wasn't a gentle hug that gave the elf any space to breathe. Jaina hugged her with the full force of her appreciation, capturing her longer than what may have been entirely appropriate. Istariel's gift came to her as light from the sun, the sentiment as warm as the touches of those gentle rays.

"Thank you." Jaina finally released her, stepping back. She clutched the dress box to her chest. "I'll do my best to avoid getting blood on it, of course.....in case I should need it for a ball outside of battle." She grinned.

[earelloxtiruvai]

lordofthegoldenflower

Glorfindel started to laugh at the obvious suspicion on his friend’s features. “Why would the runes kill you? They are just things carved on the floor to make it look impressive,” he managed to get out after a long moment of laughing. “I can’t believe that you believed me.”

The redhead snorted at his words, though she stepped off the otherwise, yes, definitely pretty, runes carefully. “There are runes that can trap people, runes for magic...Of course I believed you,” she gave him a punch on his arm that he probably very barely felt if  at all. “Can never be too careful.”

“You were kidding about the runes on the floor killing me, right?”(Istariel)

“Would you believe me if I said no? You are standing on those runes right now,” Glorfindel teased.

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[imxthexhandler]

“I’m not cute. End of story.”(Istariel)

( @earelloxtiruvai)

Amelia rolled her eyes, holding back a laugh, smiling faintly. “Sure. Okay. I’m not going to have a silly argument with you. But my point still stands.”

[whatxdoxthexcardsxsay]

@earelloxtiruvai​ sent in:  “You shot me!” (Istariel)

“Okay, one, the arrow didn’t hit you, and two, well... What did you expect? You’re breaking into a shop in the middle of the night! It’s bound to startle some people!”

[aslcved-archived]

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’ (from Lomear for Vazra lol)

just a little unwell || accepting!

     “Well, I can’t walk shit on this so you might as well leave me here to rot and fucking die,” was her petulant answer. Now Vazra was agile on both feet and tail but one tended to lose their focus when they were fuming. And she was seething alright, aggravated that the elf had insisted she stayed in her human disguise, the better to blend in along their journey. Thing was it was cold as ice out here, and Vazra suffered the low temperature even more in her mortal skin.

     And now she was on the ground after that unfortunate trip and her whole leg honestly felt like dying. “For all I know I could’ve broken something. You should try this pain, see if you like it.”

@earelloxtiruvai

[shandorainfeather]

LFC: Elladria Rainfeather [WrA-A]

general information——

FULL NAME: Elladria Rainfeather.

NICKNAME(S): “Ell”, “Adri”, “Ella”, “Min’da”

AGE: 8000+.

BIRTHDAY: May 18th [Elunian: Farhal 18.]

RACE: Kaldorei.

GENDER: Female.

MARITAL STATUS: Widowed. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.

physical appearance——

HAIR: Dark, mossy green, matted in untameable dreads and braids. Feathers, beads, and leaves are woven into her soft strands.

EYES: Amber.

HEIGHT: 6′8″.

BUILD: Slender, toned.

PIERCINGS: Bone/Elunite jewelry. Medusa piercing. Earlobes twice-pierced; left daith; right double helix. TATTOOS: Traditional Kaldorei ritual markings [rite of the serpent.] Intricate, vine-like nature runes along her arms and collar bones.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A woodland circlet, complete with ivy, thorns, and small, brilliant blooms. Dark brown war paint [three dots along her nose; a small crescent moon between her brows; a stripe down her chin, starting from her lower lip.]

personal information——

PROFESSION: Shan’do, restorationist, herbalist.

HOBBIES: Gardening, meditating, exploring, singing, collecting crystals and bones.

SKILL(S): Animal communion, mastery over green healing magic, first aid, shapeshifting, mentoring, performing ritual magic/spellcasting.

LANGUAGE(S): Darnassian [native, fluent], Taur-ahe [fluent], Common [strictly conversational.]

RESIDENCE: Moonglade.

BIRTHPLACE: Ancient Stonetalon.

FEARS: Corruption, undeath, abandonment by Elune or Nature.

relationships——

SPOUSE: Rethelor Crowrunner [deceased.]

CHILDREN: Istariel Crowrunner, Kelturos Crowrunner, Therias Crowrunner [all alive.]

PARENTS: Lyr’thae Rainfeather [mother; deceased], Deyendar Sagemist [father; deceased.]

SIBLINGS: None.

OTHER RELATIVES: @kelcrowrunner​ [son], @kalimdorstarlight [niece.]

traits——

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / indifferent / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / uncultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

assertive / timid / in between.

additional info——

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

FACECLAIM(S): Arden Cho.

VOICE CLAIM(S): Marika Hackman.

IN-GAME NAME: Raiinfeather

[iinxsearchofxisolde-archive]

✈️ (from Istariel)

✈️ : seeing your muse in somewhere they didn’t expect to see

Well, it wasn’t the worst way he could have met someone new. Though Tristan would have preferred a situation where he was not locked inside a bloody room because he had momentarily forgotten to prop the door.

“Damn.” With a grumbling sound, he fusses with the knob. Peering back over his shoulder, surprised that they hadn’t dissolved into any form of panic yet. “Do you have a pin on you?” He questions after realizing pure force alone wasn’t going to get them out. “If not..well kicking it down is not going to be a simple task.” 

[blccdstalker-a-blog]

“I’m not even sorry.”((Hello from Istariel! :))

                "... For?" this is where his confusion began. What she may or may not have witnessed or done was an utter mystery which left the obvious traces of dumfoundedness upon his visage.

[archmage--khadgar]

*sends a basket of glitter covered Winter Veil cookies along with a note* Happy New Year, Archmage, Love, Netherlord Istariel of the Black Harvest (my lock in game has a thing for glitter, lol)

“Oh ho! I’m glad someone enjoys glitter as much as I do!”

[lady-proudmoore]

“What are you gonna do? Burn me at the stake?”

Witchy Starters!

@earelloxtiruvai

Jaina feigns a look of shock at the insinuation. “And ruin that beautiful dress?? Honestly Istariel, if I’ve learned anything from you it’s how to truly appreciate quality fashion.”

“However, if you’d like to bequeath the dress to me in a final gesture of kindness, I’m sure a bonfire this evening can be arranged,” she winks.

“I’ve been told I look very nice in red,” eyeing the dress again, she smiles slyly.

[earelloxtiruvai]

The redheed huffed amusedly. “Oh? You thought I’d what? Kick you out in the dead of night?” She teased, nestling close to him once he had lain back down. “I like having you here,” she murmured. “We should make this a habit,” she tried to jest, but she meant it. 

“ why don’t you stay? ”(Istariel)

Glorfindel reached over to gently brush some hair from her forehead. “I didn’t think you’d want me to do that,” he admitted as he shifted to lay back down at her side. 

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[imxthexhandler]

OOC: Okay, so Martha is INCREDIBLY patient with me (and I owe her a ton of replies, yikes! sorry!), but she liked this post from a while ago, and here are all the moodboards for her muses!

Some of the OC’s with Amelia, one is mother/son duo, and the others I haven’t personally interacted with yet are just for by themselves this round.

And I’m tagging all your accounts so you can view them: @ask-the-hidden-thief​; @ask-the-time-assassin​; @ask-cerus​; and @earelloxtiruvai​.

Hope they’re okay!

[archmage--khadgar]

The warlock set the cage down carefully, taking a few well measured steps clear, the winged fel murloc within thrashing as it tried to break free of its little prison. "I'm not sure what to do with this and you did say you like murlocs, Archmage," Istariel rolled her eyes.

“...........Not FEL-Murlocs! Just the regular ones!”

[earelloxtiruvai]

"Eversong endure, Silvermoon stands, and my people shall never again be at the mercy of murderous invaders."

The warlock nodded, a dangerous, fel glimmer in her eyes.She appreciated the sentiment well enough, after all. “If such invaders do seke to breacj our borders, they will be at our mercy; and we will show them none.”

[lady-proudmoore]

continued from HERE

earelloxtiruvai

The warlock smirked, green eyes flashing with amusement at the archmage’s utterly unamused tone.

“I would never, not even if I did, in fact, need help; which I won’t,” she stated at the other’s words, stepping forward as Jaina stepped aside. “And that is, I believe, a pirate ship. I figure we’ll be doing your people a favor,” she shrugged coolly.

Istariel sighed very dramatically at the conspiratorial whisper. “I know what sails are, you know,” she pointed out, clicking her fingers to summon a small group of imps. “Lower the sails. Slowly,” she instructed evenly. ‘We may want to step out of the way…They don’t always understand things like ‘slowly…” she added a moment later, nodding to Jaina as the first sail came down in a hasty flurry,with a sound like snapping wood in its wake.

@earelloxtiruvai

Jaina opened her mouth to retort but closed it again, disappointed as she watched a bunch of imps scurry up the mast and get to work. She did as she was told and stepped aside....behind Istariel.

"That’s cheating,” she remarked with a sigh.

“And yes, this is a pirate ship. I suspect your demons will feel right at home among such depravity.” She frowned as she watched an imp place a discarded, ragged pirate hat on and bounce around happily.

“.....curious creatures.”