#percival thalsian

[ceruszael]

Burdens of Power

Following the evening’s events, Ceruszael found himself traveling south from Stormwind to beneath the shadowed boughs of Duskwood. Part of him felt something akin to guilt for leaving Adhelin to deal with the remainder of the House personnel circulating the embassy, but not enough to prevent his departure. The Ebon Knight walked the distance across Elwynn and the Nazferiti River. He needed the time to sort out his thoughts, as they were rather beyond the norm. Ceruszael was given to pondering the nature of undeath, philosophical viewpoints surrounding the Scourge, Acherus, and their interactions with the living. He dwelled on the benefits of the wars various factions engaged in when weighed against their costs. He contemplated his own position within the Alliance, when in truth he owed more kinship to the Forsaken in Lordaeron. All of these thoughts, however, were tied to his current existence. As evening turned to night he found himself instead contemplating his past.

The cause, he knew, was the issue brought to him concerning Percival Thalsian and Sarahni Rennith. Mere days after Adhelin announced his position as Castellan of the House he was forced to wield the authority of such a position to mediate conflict. One claimed to be assaulted by the other, who in turn objects to any involvement. Such was the hubris of the living that whichever one was at fault was not only at ease lying to Ceruszael’s face, but to their Matriarch’s. Ample opportunity had been given for the truth to emerge without investigation or interrogation. It seemed, however, that whichever one was guilty of deception was content in obfuscation.

Ceruszael’s methods for unearthing the truth by force had been denied, as he suspected they would. That in and of itself implied a measure of guilt, but could almost as easily be interpreted another way. Percival and Sarahni both were well versed in mystical arts, though he had conceded to interrogation by banshee possession while she refused.. The former was arrogant enough, perhaps rightly so, to assume himself capable of deceiving the banshee to reinforce his claims. The latter was cautious enough to truly wish to avoid the risks involved in this method. Consent had been required, however. He very much doubted if such methods were forced upon them that it would remain House business, even if others within the House could be made to see his reasons for employing them. At length, Adhelin decided on trial by peers. It may yield success. It may not. In a House not unused to shrouded secrets and double dealings, it was difficult to tell.

Shaking his head, the Castellan took a moment to regard his surroundings. Ceaseless steps had carried him to the Raven Hill Cemetery. Mindless creatures of the dead wandered around him, recognizing perhaps on a primal level the presence of an apex predator of their breed and giving him a wide berth. To a point this made them more respectable than the fools he had dealt with earlier. Ghouls, geists, and skeletal constructs had no ambitions to override good sense, no arrogance to blind them, no ulterior motives to justify deception and betrayal. Yet this was due to mindless subservience. To recognize them as worthy of respect or admiration, they should have had the potential for ambition, arrogance, or motivation and yet overcame them for the greater cause they had aligned to.

As we used to.

Ceruszael remembered the Lordaeron of his life. Before the Scourge. Before demonkind ravaged the land and lay siege to the World Tree. He recalled the unbreakable code of honor binding those of his deceased household and those allies they had made. The institutions and systems put in place to ensure unbiased judgement when tribunals were forced to mete out justice. These did not break under their own weight. They were not misused and tarnished by corruption. An outside force rampaged through the kingdom, laying low all who crossed its path. Betrayal had killed the man who was now Ceruszael but it was a betrayal of men seduced by power, not the failings of his family’s legacy. Dragon banners flew over armies who marched against the damned. Those sworn to it, or trained beneath it, gave their lives. Others who thought themselves above it had injected themselves as a venom which had been realized all too late.

If only we had survived. If only we had endured.

Teeth grit in anger, Ceruszael turn his head skyward and unleashed a pained cry of frustration. Duskwood’s shadows coalesced in his rage, forming over his crimson warplate to replace it with segmented armor of shifting darkness. Spectral blue wisps of lichfire were replaced with a writhing baleful amber tones. The dead nearest the Ebon Knight were lifted into the air, spines arched and mouths agape in a silent howl of unimaginable agony as the same dreadful magics bled from within them. The whole scene held in eerie silence for a handful of seconds as discipline and control gave way to a raw expression of ire. Its end came with the utter obliteration of the dead caught on Ceruszael’s wrath. Their decayed forms were slammed against the ground, bones shattering and exploding in all directions as flesh disintegrated to ash and bound spirits shrieked their last, banished from torment on Azeroth to whatever horrors lay beyond. Darkness dispersed from the Ebon Knight, leaving him again armored in crimson with trailing ethereal teal contrails clinging to his form.

Moments passed with his eyes closed as the Castellan composed himself once more. At length he turned to depart the cemetery, unconcerned at the signs of his passing. Latent unquiet spirits would once more animate the shattered forms he left behind. They would again wander without path or purpose, feral and restless. He would return to Stormwind to carry out the duties he shouldered willingly. Perhaps a measure of wisdom from his life could be injected into this madness. If not, the least he could be certain of was that punishment would be delivered to mitigate the chances of this madness repeating in the future.

((Tag Lineup: @adhelin @thalsianiii @sarahnirennith @householt for mentions.))

[thalsianiii]

Meet the latest and most badass incarnation of your favourite villain. This just screams raid boss energy and I’m living for it.

Finally got to commission this dope art from Kresto over on Twitter. Check him out! 

“Come back with twenty-four of your best friends and try again, human” ~ Brutallus

[cascading-contemplations]

Some progress, left was today and the right was 2 months ago, both my attempt at @thalsianiii :)

[safrona-shadowsun]

⭐

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

⭐ It was usually in the Dreadscar Rift that Percival and Safrona came across one another, always a mild exchange of niceties. The Courier had recently started to make inquires about his published books on Demonology, but her interest has seemed to dwindle when the man took more interest in her succubus Elernia, chatting in Eredun a little too closely for the Courier’s comfort. What Percival has learned from Elernia is that her mistress is not nearly as fluent in Eredun, and pretty lacking as a demonologist by comparison.

{ @thalsianiii }

[merelliahallewell]

The letter came by way of post... if the post delivers to evil lairs. @thalsianiii​

Doctor Percival Thalsian III,

You do not know me, but I have heard of you. I am called Sister Mercy, and I am but a humble inquisitor who has found myself out of my depth. I found your name through research and see that you are an expert with demonic summoning and Fel magic.

I am well aware that those who study such things are most often opposed to my sort, but I recognize when there are times to seek out those of superior knowledge in a subject. I am prepared to pay a price for this knowledge if it is necessary. Moral codes mean extremely little, so long as my purpose is achieved.

I write to you to seek information and advice regarding the combat and banishment of demons from mortal bodies.

There is one who I have encountered who has made a pact with what I believe to be a greater demon- a female one, if it matters. I do not know what type of demon it is. 

The nature of the pact seems to have involved an exchange of the soul, as well as allowing the demon to reside in the summoner’s body in exchange for altering the summoner’s appearance. This pact seems to have been in effect for some time, though how long I cannot say.

I wish to see this demon expelled from the summoner’s body with minimal harm to her, and I also wish to make sure that she does not lose what was gained from this pact. Recovering her soul would also be preferable, but she presents an immediate danger to a large number of people if the demon is left unchecked inside her. 

I do not wish my lack of expertise in these matters to cause harm to this summoner, and I wish to try and sever the ties between her and this demon as completely I can. Holy magic is not being used for fear of undue harm to the body the demon possesses at present, but remains an option if no other solutions can be presented. 

I thank you in advance for your time if you deign to read this. As mentioned before, there are few costs I will not pay and lines I will not cross if it will lead to the solution I wish. 

Fair winds blow upon you,

Mercy

[deathwitch-wra]

The Rune Dagger, [DWC wander/blame]

Sounds of skittering rambled through the brush, behind whatever creature stirred the sound were heavier more clumsy steps. The skittering creature spilled out into the clearing, an imp wielding a small jeweled blade. Stumbling free, nearly tripping on a tree root, a young woman snatching up the imp. "Where did you get that Volloz?"

The imp hugged and cradled the blade as he swung by his young master's hold. "I found it. Finders keepers."

The nearby shadows watched as the two bickered back and forth. There'd been time to kill waiting for the tides and a certain ship to ready. Josalora had decided to take the opportunity to wander the highlands to listen for the lost souls. She'd not expected a tiny pickpocket to swindle her knife let alone the company the theft would deliver.

Across the clearing, the girl looked far too familiar to be a coincidence. The hollow voice called out as she stepped into the moonlight, "You're a little young to be playing with demons, girl."

Ava dropped the small imp as if she'd been caught by her teacher for practicing outside of her guidelines. She had been, but it was often her curiosity that had gotten the better of her. Volloz, still clinging to the blade hid it behind his back and hid further behind his master's legs. "I'm old enough, thank you. And I'm not playing."

"If you're not playing then I'm inclined to believe you're guilty of thievery. And you've foolishly tangled up with the wrong partner." Josalora pressed closer. Wind in the trees rattled with a deepened predatory rumble.

Tattered shoes were drug in the dirt as Ava pressed a step back. Volloz remaining close though his eyes looked all around for an easy getaway. "I didn't steal it. I was trying to see it returned."

Continuing her pursuit across the clearing, the air began to grow cold against the young sorcerous' countering heat. The bating gaze glowing a vibrant pale blue against the darkness of the highland night. Runes on her sword matched her eyes, the closer still she drew stirred to life the runes of the dagger along with a glow of the gems. Josalora remained silent and appraising the girl. The blank gaze gave no clue to where her thoughts had wandered.

A slow hand reached back and low retrieving the dagger from the imp only to extend it out to the elder witch. "Assuming it is yours..." Ava pressed with an unsteady assertion.

Josalora's cold features seemed wrong with the addition of a smile adorning thin lips. "Keep it." Glimpsing down to the imp, "You might need it." The last came with a depth of experience tainted with a dalliance of promise. "Do not steal from me again. Your parents will not appreciate the consequences."

Confused, Ava looked at the runed and jeweled dagger. It was finer than the one she'd taken to using. The runes she did not recognize and left her wary. When she looked back to where Josalora loomed she found the woman had gone and the clearing empty of anyone but herself and the troublesome Volloz. The only surety that there had been anyone there at all was the sudden breeze with its withdraw of the predatory rumble.

Swallowing hard, Ava scooped up the imp and kept a firm hold on the blade. Retreating into the forest she did her best to put distance between herself and the peculiar witch. She'd need to inquire from Percival and Cypris about the blade. A task that would need to wait until Volloz was dismissed to someplace he'd be less trouble.

[ @daily-writing-challenge @the-firestarters-daughter @cypris-thalsian @thalsianiii ]

[the-firestarters-daughter]

The Basics ––– –

Age: Young Adult Birthday: May Race: Human Gender: Female Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single & Not looking

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Wavy/curly; Dark Auburn Eyes: Teal Blue Height: 5′9″ Build: Athletic- Lanky Wardrobe: Well kept usually gowns or loose-fitted travel garb. Common Accessories: A cuff bracelet with intricate engraving, embellished with a few gemstones. Distinguishing Marks: None noticeable

Personal ––– –

Profession: Student Hobbies: Dancing, Reading, People Watching Languages: Common. Residence: Kirthaven Haunts: Stormwind, Birthplace: Elwynn Forest Religion: Undecided. Raised in the faith of the church of the Light, has studied the basics of shamanism and of the Loa. Patron: None

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: None. Children: None. Parents: Biological father: Nathaniel Crowcot (Deceased) Biological Mother: Cypris Thalsian Step Father: Percival Thalsian Siblings: One on the way. Other Known Relatives: Lady Monisha Fenris

Traits ––– -

Bold: Applies; Italics: Sometimes

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open-Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between /Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

RP Hooks ––– –

Raised In Stormwind; As the daughter of Lord Crowcot, she was raised in his house intended to be his heir until the house fell just a few years after his death.

New Adventures - She's currently taken to living in the Highlands since the passing of her adoptive mother who recently fell with the pandemic of plague that struck the city. With new freedoms, she's eager to travel and see new places and learn new skills without the pressures of Highborn society.

Demonology - Ava has taken a particular interest in Demonology along with the various facets of a variety of magics. Not that it's something she speaks on openly to people she's not close with.

Defias - While she has not actively played a role or particularly familiar with the group aside from what is in the histories, her father served as an officer overseeing a portion of acquisitions and trade for the group.

OOC Info  ––– –

I enjoy fluff and adventure RP.  Asks and anons are always open.​

Facial Likeness: Zendaya Server: Moonguard In-Game: Avadarling DM for Discord.

[opliscadumere]

★ Eight of Pentacles - does your character have a craft that they work on?

Research and dedication are all the void elf knows now, her life spent recently in search of keys or ways to access other worlds to find the path into the grace of her love. Oplisca had recently been under the guidance of Percival Thalsian III ( @thalsianiii ) and the gathering cabal of the Grimoire ( @thegrimoirewra ) as she tried to wrestle the meanings for her own life. Hours of dark work and apprenticeship eventually lead to access to the Tower's library even beyond the end of the grand alliance.

Now the former cultists skulks about dark corners of Stormwind and beyond in search of information regarding the theories of the multiverse and trans-dimensional travel. Thanks to dark kinship ( @bite-of-witchcraft & Hollie Gray), successes have occurred but at high end prices.

Her life is is her craft and her craft is her life.

All hail to the endless night.

@nzoth-the-corruptor

[zeehva]

A Warlocks Request

“I’m in need of some local antiquities. Something unique to the desert. It’s... ahem... it’s for a woman.”

That was the beginning of their conversation that soon dwelled into talk of Sand Trolls and their Loa’s. The words, ‘worthy of a future queen’ stayed with Zeehva as she went out on a hunt for something that was just that; Worthy of a future queen and exquisite. From their conversation, Zeehva had already decided something pertaining to Shadra, The Venom Queen who was just as deadly, graceful, and cunning as he made his wife out to be, would make a perfect gift for his beloved.

In two days time, Zeehvas caravan had returned with the potential gifts waiting inside. The warlock made no mistake to be late, arriving at her caravan prepared to judge the items in which she gathered. Zeehva was positive he’d find them fitting for his wife however.

The first piece was a gold necklace with a spider spun of gold and bronze hanging from the chain. The ‘butt’ of the spider resembled that of an eye, reminding those who looked upon the piece of Shadra’s spies in the shadows, while the head was made from a cut emerald. The necklace was often worn by high ranking followers of the Silk Dancing Loa, those who knew their way around gathering useful information and those who knew how to keep their eyes and ears open.

The second piece was something she didn’t expect to find. A pair of engraved golden cuffs that housed a small blade within its underside that was deployable by a flick of the wrist. The blades themselves would need to be sharpened, or replaced but still a potentially useful invention. They belonged to the assassins of the temple, making it easy for them to take down their targets and return to the shadows in which Shadra often lived in.

Overall, he seemed satisfied with the pieces presented to him. Prices and counter-offers were discussed before they agreed on a price. Both pieces now belonged to Percival who would soon pass them on to his future Queen, a goddess among mortals as he liked to call her. Zeehva was happy to have helped him acquire something worthy to be gifted to her. She could tell her loved her and thought quite highly of her. Now she just couldn’t wait to eventually meet the woman that held the Warlocks heart..

- A quick summary of a scene @thalsianiii​ and I did over Discord! Mentions of @cypris-thalsian​

[thalsianiii]

Master Thalsian Character Sheet

The Basics ––– –

   Age: mid 30′s    Birthday: November 29th   Race: Human   Gender: Male   Sexuality: Heterosexual   Marital Status: Married Physical Appearance ––– –   Hair: Grey   Eyes: Blue   Height: 6′0″   Build: Husky   Distinguishing Marks: None immediately visible   Common Accessories: Red stone ring, Shillelagh, Mask, Book. Personal ––– –    Profession: Demonologist    Languages: Common, Thalassian, Eredun    Residence: redacted   Birthplace: Dalaran   Religion: None   Patron Deity: N/A   Fears: He summons demons. what can he be afraid of at this point? Relationships ––– -    Spouse: @cypris-thalsian   Children: None   Parents:  Percival Thalsian II (deceased)    Siblings:  None    Other Relatives: None

Pets: One black cat, kitten. Named Cricket. Might be a little fel touched at this point.

One rare blue dragonhawk, adult. Named Starburn.

(Art credit here)

Traits ––– -  Extroverted / In Between / Introverted    Disorganized / In Between / Organized    Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded    Calm / In Between / Anxious    Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable   Cautious / In Between / Reckless    Patient / In Between /  Impatient   Outspoken / In Between / Reserved    Leader / In Between / Follower   Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic    Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic    Traditional / In Between / Modern    Hard-working / In Between / Lazy    Cultured / In Between / Uncultured    Loyal / In Between / Disloyal   Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Very Rarely enjoys a cigar. Drugs: Bloodthistle on occasion. Alcohol: Semi-frequent. High quality scotches usually.

RP Hooks ––– –

1.  You may have read his publications on Demology. Including his dissertation on succubus variations, his paper on Ered’ruin activity in Netherstorm, or his paper on Felbat morphology.

2. If you’ve spent copious amounts of time in Outland with the Scryers or Shadowforge City with the Dark Iron Dwarves post Cataclysm.

3. If you were a warlock of the Black Harvest or militant during the War on Argus. 4. If you’re a part of the underground network of evil peeps and have heard the rumours of his fall from society and quest for awesome power.

Contact Information  ––– – Tumblr: http://thalsianiii.tumblr.com/

Discord: DM me for it!

[safrona-shadowsun]

Drop + Me obviously

Send “Drop+a muse”, and I’ll say what I think they’d drop in an RPG! It can be my muses or your muses!

Your reward for besting this malicious Warlock is a mildly expensive jewel that you find out too late is cursed with an occasional summoning of Mass of Pyromaniac Imps that only obey the will of their originating Master - which isn’t you. Soulbound as it is, there is no trading it (who would want such a thing?), yet it will always return to you no matter where you leave it. You can face the rest of your existence in paranoia, trying to avoid letting loose the random Pandora’s Box you carry with you at all times and surviving its numerous activations, or you can attempt to learn Demonology to prolong your own life.

Your first mistake was thinking you ever earned a victory or won anything, but you are taught one thing: Master Percival Thalsian III always has the last laugh and you continue to exist by his design.

{ @thalsianiii }

[maxparkhurst]

Send 🌺 and my muse will admit what they most like about your muse! - He's a blatantly evil warlock, for context xD

Send 🌺 and my muse will admit what they most like about your muse!

A warm breeze passed and stirred Max and Auggie’s hair. The two lounged with arm and leg dangling over the lip of an exceptionally thin sill. Their lips were stained a bright red from their treats, either still holding to the stick. Augustine drummed his against his thigh while Max chewed on the end of hers. They bathed in the afternoon sun in a comfortable silence, listening to the bustle of the city and the cry of sea birds.

“Have you ever heard of a Percival?”

Augustine’s question brought a furrow to Max’s brow. She lifted her head to catch a glimpse of her brother looking back. Concern was etched into his disquiet smile, a bit fear mingling in his eyes. “Percival Thalsian,” he added, shifting uncomfortably upon meeting Max’s eye.

“No…” she breathed, lips puckering slightly. “Why?”

Auggie tried to brush the question off with a shrug. “Just curious is all…”

Max pushed herself up right and clapped a hand on his knee. She gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Augustine. What’s on your mind?”

The teen looked past Max, as if focusing on something in the distance. Whatever he saw made him shiver. He vigorously shook the image from his head and dragged his attention to his sister. “I just...Heard some disturbing rumors about him. That’s all.”

Max held his gaze for a moment longer before chuffing. “You should know better than to listen to town gossip,” she chided, lacing the statement with a bit of humor. It was enough to bring his smile back.

Thanks for the ask, my dudes! @thalsianiii

[breakfast-inquiry]

Kidnapped by a Warlock With an Impregnation Fetish

Yes, you read that right.

There’s a warlock out there with a fetish of IMPREGNATING people.

Not women. 

PEOPLE!!

As in MALES included. 

The logistics of that I’m...not sure of...but! It is what he said. 

"Foolish tabloid girl, did you think you'd go unnoticed? Without your reporting to the people, I, Master Percival Thalsian The Third, shall infect all of Westfall with my demonic children! The bellies of the homeless will explode with bilescourge larvae and the whole region shall become a breeding ground for my host of demonic power! Mwahahahah!"

And that’s a DIRECT quote (seriously, he even did the totally overdone evil laugh that every nefarious person seems to have. Is it, like, part of the job? To laugh like that?). 

Although do not believe him to be so diabolical! I later saw him talking to a weirdly life-size doll of a succubus while I was snooping. He told the doll the REAL reason he wanted to impregnate everyone was because he wanted to start his own personal sweatshop for knitted sweaters. Think ugly seasonal sweaters. His true passion is fashion, apparently.

...and then he started doing something my virgin eyes should not have seen to the doll. Did the makers of that doll think it through when they made it anatomically correct?

Anyway.

I, Miss Breakfast, was FINALLY able to escape the weirdly cozy lair of this oddity. How did I escape? I knitted him a gorgeous pink sweater and while he was admiring it (thanks, by the way) I slipped out of there, completely on my own accord! My bodyguards had NOTHING to do with it, I’m taking all of the glory here.

So, as you can read, I am returning to society.

Hide your scandals, hide your plots, because I’m reporting on EVERYONE around here. 

Don’t forget! Toss me all your gossip via courier, mail, or find me in person. I look forward to your gossip!

- Miss B.

[ @thalsianiii​ ]

[the-firestarters-daughter]

The Runed Dagger Pt2 [DWC Day 8 Wonder/Invasive]

[cont. from here]

A pair of tomes lay scattered over the young Firestarter's bed. At the center lay a runed blade that had been 'gifted' to her by a passing witch. Occasionally the runes would awaken glowing a vibrant blue with an energy that felt like it was reaching or searching for something or was it, someone?

Ava wasn't entirely sure as she was only recently becoming more aware of energies beyond her own flame. Sense said she should seek advice from Percival or Cypris. But they were both busy with her new little brother or business of their own, and then there was the vacation to the Brewfest. Keeping the dagger a secret a little while longer seemed worth it. She wasn't incapable of research herself. An extra book taken from a shelf wasn't often missed, at least she hoped.

The evening drudged on. Not unlike her mother having been caught falling asleep at a desk, Ava dozed off against the plush of her pillows. Dreams flitted of what was and what could be before flitting off into more lucid imagery. The forest she'd met the witch filling out as the young woman paced her way through, following the sound of a melodic humming. The tune carried ethereal notes that were both soothing and pleasant, easing away tensions that had toyed at the young sorceress' body.

A sudden pain raked across her leg along with the screeching growl of a cat. Ava jolted awake to find their black cat Cricket swiping and hissing at the dagger. One of the claws had caught her leg and been enough to pull her away from the coaxing melody. "What the hell, Cricket..." the girl cursed. Attempting to shoo the cat away, Ava caught another set of scratches before holding hands up in defeat, "Fine. Fine."

Cricket still mewling his warning moved over the dagger as he hunkered down to lay over it. Vibrant eyes held on Ava's curious own. "That's not exactly helpful you know," came her final retort, a hand holding over the new scratches.

[ @daily-writing-challenge @thalsianiii @cypris-thalsian ]

[alliesweetsong]

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Briefly describe some of the notable scars of your muse. We get it - the “interesting scar” is one of the most abused tropes of fandom - so have fun with it and embrace the cheese factor if you want!

1. Her Left Ribcage Scar: “I got this in a fight with this creep in stormwind, stabbed me, but I blew out his kneecap, so I guess it equaled out.” 

2. Light Burn Scars On her chest: “Met Percival Thalsian in a rather unfortunate manner when I took a ride out to Westfall before the war broke out...didn’t go so well for me, took a bit of time to recover, I hate warlocks”

3. Fading Stomach Scar: “Same injury from the same warlock, I owe him for that.” 

4. Small Scar above her left eye: “A lovely end of war present from an orc when I was deployed with my lover’s unit near Brennadam. Saw stars with this one, I am still indebted to Freely

5. Several on her knees: She mumbled the answer to this one, “You don’t grow up in Quel’thalas without falling out of a few trees”

Tagged by: @ranger-swiftwind​

Tagging: @thalsianiii​ @cypris-thalsian​ @lady-rian​ @centoridellanir​ @fin-mckendric​ @serelia-evensong​ @kat-hawke​ @whitedawn-wra​ @unabashedrebel​ @simplysoriya​ @dardillien-ward​ @risrielthron​ @safrona-shadowsun​ @eilitheduskbringer​ @bbygurlnia​ 

[lady-rian]

Meet The Muses Blog Roll

@lady-rian​ - WoW - Primary Tumblr | A Noble Soldier, Twin to the missing Baron of Willow Grove, Single Mother, Paladin, Former Sword of Wrynn 

@cypris-thalsian​ - WoW | Rogue Fire-Starter, Wife to Percival Thalsian, Captain of the Sea Phoenix and Contractor of the Uncrowned, Hand of the Grimoire 

@deathwitch-wra​ - WoW | Former Warlock raised Death Knight, Wanderer, & Practicing Necromancer (Active on Request and As Needed)

@zara-baloamora​ - WoW | Sin’dorei Mercenary, Former Dragonhawk Rider 

@verity-hawkins​ - GW2 Main | Minor Noble of Gendarran Fields, Modest Artist, regaining her footing and pursuing a part-time education at QSC

@ranulf-aguillard​ - GW2 | Member of House Aguillard, Co-owner/employ of Sobol Books, Smuggler and pursuer of occult items. 

@carine-hawkins​ - GW2 | Daughter of a Minor Noble House of Gendarran Fields, Graduate student of Business Law at QSC

@morena-morgan​ GW2 | Heiress of Morgan House, Former Public Relations liaison and Project Manager to Morgan House, Currently Academic Advisor to QSC. 

@theron-valteric  WoW | Baron of Willow Grove, Presently MIA for the past year, PoW held in Kalimdor 

@karlotta-vanburen​ WoW | Daughter of House Vanburen, Kul Tiran Noble house of Drustvar. Owner of  Lenore Rookery in Boralus. 

@frigge-cromwell WoW | Kul Tiran commoner, Born in Drustvar, Keeps a cabin in Stormsong Valley, Visiting Mendor to Fort Daelin

@cascading-contemplations OOC | Muns musings, memes, music & more. *Inserts shitposts here*