#silvermoon library

[xylaes]

The Cleaner Part 1 Following the events that happened in THIS STORY tw: Brief mention of child death

It didn’t take long for Xylaes to put two and two together after his various discussions with Ouro An’dar regarding this job he had agreed to help out with. Finding people that had fallen off the grid was the explanation he was given, not what would happen once they were found, or why Ouro wanted them found in the first place. It was best not to ask too many questions, nor get any straight answers from the arms dealer himself. That always led to way too many complications. That didn’t mean Xylaes couldn’t draw his own conclusions given the information presented, and he was fairly certain he was spot on with these assessments. A single name had been given to him to start with, as well as their last known location, an old physical description, and any other pertinent information that was currently available. It wasn’t much to go by, but it was more than enough to start, especially with the resources Ouro had provided Xylaes to use in any way he saw fit.

Rasen Cinderblade

Xylaes immediately stopped scrolling through the microfilm. It was the one and only time the name was mentioned that he had found during the hours spent within the Silvermoon Library. An article about a new, upscale restaurant opening in the Court of the Sun, Sage and Salt, owned by the very man in question. There was a faded picture of Mr. Cinderblade along with his head chef, Elrothos Sol’sil. He matched the description given, but this was also many, many years ago. People can change a lot over the years, and sometimes they even change themselves completely with the help of some magic. But perhaps not this particular man, he was vain and had one hell of an ego on him. That much was immediately obvious to Xylaes in the way he held himself in this photograph and in the way he interviewed in the following article.

Printing out a copy of the article and picture in full, he tucked the papers into a folder before continuing to scroll. He didn’t find the name mentioned anywhere else, but he did come across another article that immediately caught his eye. ‘The Hallow’s End Massacre’. A well known mob family had been completely massacred by a rival family while they were celebrating the holiday all together. He knew the story, even while out on the field he had done his best to keep up with things happening at home, and that was one of the more brutal events he could recall hearing about - especially given the timing of it. While neither Pollux nor especially Ouro had directly mentioned this specific event, Xylaes had an extremely good feel for these things.

While Ouro was a man of few words and Pollux had not spoken much of his brother since he had discovered the truth, the context clues were all there if one looked hard enough. Xylaes immediately clocked the gunshot scar on Ouro’s head upon their first meeting, and there was always the general sense of this job being extremely personal. These people whom he would be searching for had disappeared a long time ago after being prominent figures in the criminal world. You only do that when you’ve done something very, very wrong, and you know that someone is coming at you for it. He knew the type well.

But the main reason why Xylaes paused on this particular article - this event had occurred on the exact same day that Pollux was met with his own near death experience after smothering a grenade with himself. It wasn’t just a coincidence, and Xylaes knew it even if he wasn’t sure how. While there had been a public claim that there were no survivors, Xy was certain that he was now working for the only survivor of the Hallow’s End Massacre.

This was a revenge story.

And honestly? Xylaes couldn’t blame Ouro for it. He would be doing the exact same thing; he did do the exact same thing but had been extremely public, quick, and loud about it. His anger had rightfully gotten the best of him after his 'brothers in arms' murdered his beloved wife Callia. And He. Went. Feral. They deserved it, and not just for what they did to her. They were traitors to their people and if he had not done what he had done, the outcome would have been much, much worse for their military as a whole. Ironic that he ended up spending ten years in prison being marked as a traitor himself, but someone had to be the scapegoat even if he did, inadvertently, do the military a massive favor whilst lost in that blinding rage.

He shook off the thought, returning his attention to the matter at hand.

This name that was given to him was most certainly one of the men that had aided in this massacre. While Ouro’s family in general could never be called saints, no one deserved that. He was also fairly certain there were rules set in place among the various mobs and cartels that would make certain people untouchable. This was a huge violation against that hierarchy, not to even mention that there had been children present, and ultimately lost. The more Xylaes read on and thought about the entire situation, the angrier and more pissed off he became for Ouro. He immediately knew why Pollux had suggested him; he was absolutely the right man for this job. He did not make a copy of the massacre article, Ouro could tell him about it in his own time if he so desired. For now, he had his lead. The restaurant Sage and Salt no longer existed, but there would be a paper trail to follow, and possibly a head chef to track down.

@ouroandar @polluxhale

[vyvienne]

The Damp and Thoughts on Power

I am back at the small desk of gilded wood here in Silvermoon Inn where I’ve taken up residence temporarily, pleased to be putting pen to parchment. I expect emotions to well up inside me while I think of Drex, of Emily but today there is nothing. I’m glad, honestly, to let myself have a day free of grief and guilt. It’s been an exhausting but interesting week.

I spoke for some time with the Defiler while pursuing the library at the Damp. I found him to be a pleasant conversationalist. While I know there are many things he is withholding (as am I), he doesn’t appear to be planning to harm me or use me in ways I don’t wish to be used. Therefore I can accept his offer of help, to find the parts of me I am missing. But I have to wonder, what am I missing? I can think of one thing that would elevate my power and allow me to track Eramis.

Angelinne. Her power, added to mine, allowed me to heal spontaneously. It allowed me to absorb the Light from others, the one thing Varethuun realized quickly about me. She has passed through the Veil, perhaps onto the Shadowlands. But I feel as if she would not have. Her desire to watch over me was strong, even when I didn’t trust her. She considered herself my conscience and perhaps for a while she accomplished a goal of pushing me to consider others as well as myself. That seems admirable, and when I was Lady Vyvienne, Baroness of Autumnvale, Priestess of the Light (what a long and ludicrous group of titles), wife to Drexdan Lawrence, Mage of the Kirin Tor and mother to Emily Grace it certainly helped to, at the very least, acknowledge others. 

At times I even cared. I made friends, confidants…things I’ve never had in this life til that point. But now, those same things could get me killed. I am still not convinced my father somehow didn’t poison Drex’s mind. Father Dear is a priest after all. A powerful one, if Auntie Z was to be believed, and one who also walked the line between Light and Shadow as I have. If I am able to influence and even control people, to remove memories or plant them, to extract information from the unwilling, why couldn’t he have similar power? Again, I am just not convinced he isn’t at fault. But after your father tries to kill you once or twice, he becomes an easy suspect. 

Not to say I wasn’t…haven’t been…acting odd. I still hear the whispers and now I swear I hear the dead. Drex would have worried. He would have been concerned that his wife, who always had such an iron will, an “indomitable spirit” as he described it, suddenly couldn’t tell what she truly heard and what was in her head. He would have been worried and afraid. Not say it wasn’t happening and take our daughter. 

Which leads me back to Angelinne. At times I swear I think I’ve heard her, very faint, calling out to me. If she is in fact just across the veil, absorbing her essence  completely this time could enhance my power. And enhanced, I can find Eramis, end this and become more powerful than before. His abilities must be immense. If I can absorb Light, why not other things? It’s a curious thought and one that I perhaps should discuss with Varethuun. It has been years since I followed a quest for power, but I feel now is the time to enhance my own.

Besides my conversation with the Defiler I allowed myself to be drawn to the smithy where I found Skormosh. The man slowly opened up about smithing which I found quite interesting. For some reason, I enjoy Skormosh’s company. He is quiet, like me, but once a threshold is crossed he appears to be willing to speak a bit more, just as I am. He is looking for various ores for a project and I offered to reach out to my contacts. One thing I refused to let wither while I played the Priestess was my network of contacts. I have reached out to a few people already and hope to have information when next I see him. He also mentioned Ryo assisting him in his endeavor so perhaps I will be able to help.

I find it interesting that I care to help. Have I been ruined by Angelinne and Drex constantly pushing me to be open to people? Or is Varethuun and the Defiler correct, and others assisting you can be of great assistance personally, beyond what I normally would have used them for and be done when the job was done? It took me a few years to actually be able to  work with others in Stormwind without assuming everyone was going to attempt to assassinate me. Should I allow myself to be drawn in? Or have I already allowed it by accepting the assistance the Defiler offered? 

There is one small dark cloud in this week of surprises and that is Ham. He has not yet replied to my letter which means I will have to track him down. I dislike having to do this and am not very pleased that it’s come to this. But find him I will, whether he likes it or not.

[creacherkeeper]

🌧✨🌊💙 for bo and lost npcs of your choice

of my choice ..... hmmm lets do sarah and florence :o)

🌨️ - If this oc had a day free from all their responsibilities, how would they spend it?

bo: he would want to spend half of it alone and half with the party. i think he would want some time to himself to read and listen to music and make a big meal but would also want Friend Time and would want to wrestle with kai and have a big dinner with everyone and invite rosie and bubba to eat with them and maybe watch a movie

sarah: sleep in late, have a big breakfast with divine and hawk, [redacted], take divine out swimming in the pond and have a picnic, [redacted], hang out at the saloon, [re

florence: i think she would want to spend it mostly alone. she likes her quiet time. i think a nice long walk in the morning and then reading time and then do some sewing and then finish the day by baking a lot of dessert

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

bo: how much calmer dolly is and how much less she has to signal him now that theyve been at the library a while

sarah: the family talking about their days over dinner

florence: whenever her sisters wear something she made for them

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

bo: he knows what theyre doing with the library is hugely important but he kind of just wants to live with bubba and rosie and have a normal life for a little while

sarah: being able to talk to their parents again and asking if they'd missed her

florence: that she had been born into a different family

💙 - Describe their bedroom! Is it personalized, unchanged? Messy, neat?

bo: pretty neat, not very personalized besides a few photos. i think wren made ezzy get him a shelf because he kept leaving books on a pile on the floor

sarah: divine did most of the decorating and a lot of the stuff in the room is more divines than sarahs but they do have their marriage quilt on their bed and i do think sarah has a little section of the nightstand that is just various strange little knickknacks and trinkets that shes adhd bonded to

florence: her room in silvermoon is very like ... cozy. big colorful quilt and stacks of books and stuffed animals and a rocking chair by the window

[oldgodenthusiast]

❤️- does my muse feel worthy of romantic love? 🎃- does my muse celebrate holidays? Why or why not? 👶- does my muse want children? If so, how many? Does it matter if the kids are biological or adopted? 🥂- is my muse classy? HAHAHAHA NOW I GIVE YOU THE ASKS!

BETRAYAL (of the best kind!)

❤️- does my muse feel worthy of romantic love?

Winveth doesn't necessarily feel UNWORTHY of love, exactly. He would never come out and say that he doesn't feel worthy of it or act like he doesn't deserve it. It's more that he just doesn't think of romantic love like some romantics do. It always takes him by surprise when there's a confession, not because he feels unworthy but more because he's like "oh right, romance is a thing".

🎃- does my muse celebrate holidays? Why or why not?

Most of the time he avoids them, not because he dislikes them but more because he finds himself toiling away in libraries or doing other things so he loses track of times. He's more often to look up and realize a place is decorated for Love Is In the Air or Winter Veil and he's just ??? about it. He gets roped into celebrating holidays with his friends and he doesn't hate it, just he always forgets to celebrate on his own.

👶- does my muse want children? If so, how many? Does it matter if the kids are biological or adopted?

He's not entirely sure about children! At the very least he's never actually brought it up to Khadgar and Khadgar never brings it up to him and they kind of exist in this vacuum where it never gets brought up. There is, of course, the universe where Winveth marries Khadgar who has little half elf Mae; that clears up the need for a question and he loves Mae with all his heart like she was his own. Canonically, there's a son brewing for Winveth and Khadgar in the form of a little orphan human named Kane. For the two, if they DO discuss it, they wouldn't mind adopting or biological kids, but I feel like they'd be more willing to adopt because Azeroth has many orphans.

🥂- is my muse classy?

Winveth Starsmile is Quel'dorei Magister (former). He's the classiest man in the entire world (except Stormwind era Winveth is much more humbled and goes for comfort over Silvermoon aesthetic).

[pyraelia]

TT: I hear she has a new place in SMC! What does she like better about SMC compared to Dalaran? It what ways is it worse?

Silvermoon, and Eversong by proxy where her new house is, is better because there's simply more room. There's forest to wander in, the city isn't a couple thousand feet up in the air. She gets to have animals again, which is something she's really missed since she moved to Dalaran. Her sheep were the best! Yeah, her career went really well in Dalaran, and she got to live in a legitimate wizard tower which is super cool, but she missed the farm. Dalaran is worse for not having these things.

Dalaran is better because it really is the greatest confluence of magical minds on the planet. All the libraries, all the centuries of knowledge, it's the place to go right now if you're interested in the academic pursuit of understanding and working on the arcane. Silvermoon doesn't have any of that because so many of the arcane inclined from Quel'thalas defaulted to going to Dalaran for school for so long. Also it's more diverse because it's a neutral city, and that's so nice! Silvermoon is worse in this regard, but may yet get better -- especially with the Shalassian influence!

Thanks @theconstructsworld!

[genedara]

Home is Where the Heart is

For so long, I have waited

So long that I almost became

Just a stoic statue, fit for nobody

And I don't wanna get in your way

But I finally think I can say

That the vicious cycle was over

The moment you smiled at me

“I have a favor to ask of you,” Genedara said as she took a seat at the table inside the Felmann’s main tent.

Once she had recovered, the Felmanns packed up their gear and moved to the elf’s tower just east of Goldshire. They had decided to live out of their tents rather than moving into the tower, thinking they would be intruding on their new family member’s personal space. The wolves Bao and Kun were excited to have more space to prowl around, clearly enjoying their new home.

“What’s up?” Kylona asked while the others ate breakfast sandwiches.

“Given everything that’s happened in the past few weeks I have come to realize that I am a touch under-prepared for our current predicament. My father was a very prominent figure in Quel’dorei magical society and had a library of tomes that rivaled that of Dalaran. I have been putting this off for some time, but I think it would be a good idea for me to return to my homeland and retrieve some of those books.”

“Quel’thalas?” Kallard asked, perking up at the mention of the elven homeland.

“Correct. My estate lies in Silvermoon City,” Genedara said with a bob of her head.

“I’m in,” Marilini and Kallard said in unison.

“Well, if they’re both going then I want to tag along as well,” added Kylona.

“What, and staying here is the alternative? Count me in. Always wanted to see the towers in Silvermoon,” Cassian said with a warm smile.

“I am unsure as to what the political climate is like back home, but we should be okay. My estate lies in a section of the city that took the brunt of Arthas’ attack so there shouldn’t be anyone around. Should things get dicey I would prefer if no one died. There are only so many of my people left alive and our numbers must be preserved if we are to survive this rough patch.”

“Not really planning on starting the fifth war, so yeah, I agree. No deaths today,” Kallard said with a stern tone of voice. “Leave the weapons here. Should anything happen we’re more than capable of fending off a few folk with our fists.”

Kylona, Marilini and Cassian all reached down to their holsters and slipped their revolvers out before gently laying them down on the wooden dining table. Kallard’s pistol joined the others and he leaned back in his chair, the wood groaning under his weight. Having no weapon to surrender, Genedara sat there, hands in lap, waiting patiently for the others to finish their meals.

“So what’s the plan? That’s one hell of a walk,” Kylona asked after finishing her sandwich.

“Walk?” Genedara asked before chuckling. “You may walk but I will be teleporting us there. Much faster and easier this way.”

“Hold on a tic,” Kallard said with a smirk. “You’re telling me our new sister can teleport us places? Folks, looks like we are done walking everywhere.”

“You would be correct. I can teleport us to pretty much anywhere in the world should the need ever arise. But I will not be teleporting people just because you don’t want to look for an alternative method of transportation. Teleportation is tiring and can be dangerous if your calculations aren’t perfect.”

“Eh, no biggie. We’re all used to hoofing it everywhere,” Kylona chimed in. “Anyway, go get ready. We’ll meet here in ten minutes before heading out. Sound good?”

“Indeed,” Genedara said in agreement with a nod of her head. “See you in ten.”

---

Cassian was the first to step out of the portal that had formed in the Dead Scar. Kylona, Marilini and Kallard were the next to follow with Genedara ending the procession. Once she had stepped through the threshold the portal snapped closed and winked out of sight without a sound. The group stood there in collective awe when they saw the result of Arthas’ march north.

The Dead Scar stretched for as for as they could see, running the entire length of Quel’thalas and continuing through the water and onto the Isle of Quel’thalas. Death hung in the air, the feeling of corruption ever present, ever twenty years later. Off in the distance figures shuffled around, their movements sluggish and without purpose. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it was the remains of some poor unfortunate Quel’dorei who had lost their lives at some point after their homeland had been ruined.

Without a word Genedara started walking north and past what remained of Silvermoon’s city walls. The Felmann’s watched the elf slowly make her way toward her old home before moving to follow her. The air was heavy with the scent of death, an ever present reminder of what had transpired here two decades ago. There was evidence of a massive explosion right where the city walls had been, several bodies having been reduced to ash and forever staining the golden stone walls and buildings.

Despite the obvious danger of undead there wasn’t a single guard or soldier anywhere to be seen. In fact, since the group had arrived they hadn’t seen a single person. While most kingdoms were rife with activity and people going about their lives, Quel’thalas was a complete and total ghost town. There was no hustle and bustle of a busy market nor did the cries of playing children ring out throughout the city.

Silence was the only thing that greeted them.

“My god,” Kylona muttered under her breath as she took in what remained of a once proud and strong nation. “I knew things were bad here but I never imagined it would still look like this. Where is everyone?”

“Most of my people died that day. When Arthas attacked we had believed our walls and gates would keep intruders out. Were it not for the actions of one mad man Silvermoon would still be intact. Instead the traitor opened the gates and welcomed our end with a smile and open arms.”

“Kal, Cass and I were in Stratholme when Arthas attacked,” Marilini said quietly. “SI:7 had caught wind of something running afoul in the northern kingdoms and dispatched the three of us. When we figured out what was going on Cass flew back to HQ.”

“You guys got out through the sewers, right?” Kylona asked, looking over at Mari as the group slowly moved through the ruins.

“Yeah. Barely made it out alive,” Kallard said softly. “I am not a religious man, but I pray that this never happens again.”

The group would go quiet once more, the heavy topic weighing heavily on their minds. The deeper they moved into what remained of Silvermoon the more skeletons they saw mixed in with the black soil. Blades succumbing to rust were scattered about like discarded toys waiting to be played with again after being ignored for years. One of the more common sights was red and gold helmets with their wearer’s skull still tucked away, safe from further harm.

After ten minutes of walking the group found themselves standing before a tower that loomed overhead. A large whole and been punched in the top floor, the remains of an open living space visible from street level. Genedara stared at the building with her heart bounding in her chest. She didn’t need sight to know what she was standing in front of. This was once her home, a place that had housed her family for centuries only for one crazed human to take it all away from her.

“Hey, you okay?” Kylona asked as she approached Genedara. “We can go if you don’t want to do this. Could always try on a different day.”

“No, it’s okay,” Genedara replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Without waiting for the others, the elf stepped through the open door. A beam of sunlight cut through the darkened room, broken shards of glass glittering on the marble tiles that made up the first floor of the once beautiful tower. It looked as if someone had torn through the building, looking anything of value. A cabinet had been smashed open and the expensive dinnerware that was once inside was now long gone with only a single teacup remaining.

“Wow,” Cassian gasped as he entered the ruins of the tower. “This must have been beautiful back in its prime. I knew Quel’dorei architecture was nice but this is like artwork, unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

In drifted a Mana Wyrm, having floated in through an open window. The small creature ignored the group as it drifted around the room giving off a faint blue glow. Kallard and Kylona watched the beast with pure amazement, having never seen one in person before. Marilini was too busy poking through the remains of a shattered bookshelf, pulling aside planks of wood to try and find anything of use. Cassian watched the Wyrm float about before turning his attention back to Genedara, concern visible in his golden gaze.

“I had a piano in this room,” Genedara muttered as she looked over at a comfortable looking bench laying on its side next to another busted bookshelf. Sheets of paper littered the floor, the notes on the pages faded with time spent in the sun over a long period of time. From the looks of it, the piano was mostly used to play classical Quel’dorei music with a few Human composers tossed in for good measure.

“What was your favorite piece?” Marilini asked, glancing back at the elf.

“Flight of the Bumblebee,” Genedara replied without hesitation.

“Oh-ho, we have a sister with TASTE!” Cassian said with a chuckle. “Gods, I’ve had to endure the sounds of Jazz for decades. Please tell me you still have some records back at the tower.”

“For the last time!” Kallard shouted, looking back at his husband. “Jazz is the superior form of music. Embrace the chaos babe!”

“Ugh,” Cassian groaned with a roll of his eyes. “See what I mean? Barbarians! So uncivilized.”

Genedara glanced back at the others with a somber expression on her face. The only one who seemed to notice this was Cassian, who after so many years being married to Kallard knew when someone was more upset than they let on. He watched as she looked back at the empty space where the piano had been, a soft sigh pressing past her lips. She then looked up and around as if trying to find the source of a sound only she could hear.

“I think anything of value has been taken already,” Marilini said as she rose from a squat, having been poking around one of the ruined bookshelves in the room. “Was there a hidden room anywhere?”

“Yes, there was,” Genedara replied, pointing over at the westernmost wall. “There’s a switch hidden behind the portrait there.”

Marilini walked over to where the elf had pointed and carefully lifted the faded painting off its hook, gently setting it down on the ground. She brought her hands up and carefully inspected the area, eventually finding the hidden switch and depressing it with a soft click. The wall to her left rumbled and shook before a section of the wall slid off to the side, revealing a winding set of stairs that led under the ruins of the tower.

“Kal, you’re better and finding useful literature,” his sister said, turning to look at her brother. “Come with me. Ky, you and Cass stay up here and keep and eye on Gene.”

“Roger that,” Kallard grunted as he set down what was left of a statue of Prince Kael’thas. He would then follow his sister down the once hidden flight of stairs, vanishing into the dark and out of sight after a few steps down.

“You doing okay?” Kylona asked Genedara, standing next to the elf.

“Coming here was a mistake,” was all the elf could get out, her voice soft and barely audible.

“If this is too much for you we can go outside,” Cassian added, placing a comforting hand on the woman’s shoulder. “There’s no shame in leaving. I understand how difficult this must be for you.”

Before Genedara could say anything both Kylona and Cassian froze in place. Their bodies were completely still, almost as if someone had stopped the flow of time, cementing everyone in place. She looked around, more concerned than confused. Could it be that the entity had recovered? Was He ready to bring forth his revenge?

“Hello?” the elf called out. “Is there someone here besides us?”

“There is,” came a familiar voice from another room.

Genedara gasped when she heard a man’s voice come from what used to be her kitchen. Her body slowly turned to face where the noise had come from, swallowing her fear and steadying herself for whatever horrors lay just out of sight. She cautiously made her way over to the open archway, crossing the threshold and seemingly stepping into a completely different building altogether.

Suddenly the room was brightly lit by the sun’s light, the smell of fresh bread hanging in the air. The sounds of birds native to the area could be heard outside while a group of children played in the city streets. Seated at a cherry wood table sat a man with his back to Genedara. His long, blonde hair was pulled into a casual ponytail. The long ears that were typical for his species held an assortment of golden earrings and diamond studs, many of them gifts from Genedara. She didn’t need the man to turn around to know who he was.

The man seated at the table was her husband.

“Kath’lien,” Genedara gasped as she took a step forward. “Is that you?”

The man set down a cup of hot coffee, a light brown color due to the dash of milk, and turned around. Brilliant blue eyes settled on the other elf, a warm smile spread across his lips. Upon seeing his wife he rose from his seat and pulled her into a tight, loving embrace. That was all it took for Genedara to break down into tears, burying her face in her husband’s chest and loudly sobbed.

“Hello my love,” Kath’lien said, his voice soft and comforting. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It has been so hard without you,” Genedara managed to get out between sobs, holding a fistful of her husband’s shirt in one hand. “I’m so lost without you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” came his reply, whispering in her ear. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Kath’lien took Genedara by the hand and guided her over to the table. He pulled a chair out for her to sit in and once she was settled he took a seat next to her. A cup of coffee appeared in front of her, made just the way she liked it. The sounds of children playing grew louder, drawing the attention of Genedara. She looked out the kitchen window and into the street her estate once sat on.

“Are they here too?”

“They are.”

“When can I see them?”

“When we’re done talking,” Kath’lien said, placing a hand on his wife’s. “I know how badly you want to see them but I wanted to speak with you alone first.”

“That’s just the thing, how are we talking?”

“I called in a favor or two,” came his reply, a confident smirk spreading across his features.

“A favor?”

“I can’t really say how, but yes, I asked a few god-like beings for a favor. The attendants in the Shadowlands have been quite accommodating now that the Jailer has been taken care of. But, the catch is that this is the only time they will allow us to talk before you join us.”

“Okay,” Genedara said with a nod of her head before taking a sip of coffee. “Whatever it is you have to say must be important.”

“You can win against it,” Kath’lien said, getting right to the point. “It is not as invulnerable as it claims. Long, long ago its enemies managed to kill off their entire population while He was busy elsewhere. The magic is ancient and powerful. I can point you in the right direction but the rest is up to you and the Felmann family. Only with their help can you beat it.

“You must not stop fighting, my love. Do not give up. Do not surrender. Show this thing the power that lies within you. Show it the power of our people and our allies. You must show it that Azeroth is not to be trifled with. YOU are not to be trifled with. You are Genedara Runestrider and it’s time it knew how strong you really are.

“Seek out the Naaru. Seek their guidance and learn from them what you can. Their power is similar to that of its enemies and is the only way of killing it. When you cleansed the Felmann twins you rid them of the taint left behind the Sha and Him. They will be your weapons in this war. Together you can beat it. I know you can. You’re my wife and you are STRONG. I have the utmost faith in you, sweetheart.”

Genedara took a moment to take in her husband’s words. She hadn’t been aware of any previous corruption on the twin’s end and found herself relieved that she didn’t have to worry about the twins losing their minds again. Then, once her thoughts had been organized she turned to face her husband and pulled him into a tight embrace. She dried her tears on his tunic, watching the street outside, eager to see her children for the first time in twenty years.

Almost as if they could read their mother’s thoughts, the children outside came clattering into the house. They tossed aside the toys they had been playing with, running through the main living space and into the kitchen. Three little elves burst into the room and swarmed around their mom, small arms wrapping around her legs and torso. Kath’lien joined the tiny elves and wrapped his arms around his wife.

For the first time in two decades Genedara was truly happy.

---

“What happened?” Kallard asked as he came flying out of the tower’s secret basement with Marilini close behind him.

“I don’t know,” Cassian replied without looking back at his husband. “One second she was standing there and then the next she’s on the ground unconscious.”

“She said someone’s name and just dropped down,” Kylona added. She sat on the ground with Genedara’s head in her lap while Cassian checked her body for more injuries. When he pulled up the elf’s shirt everyone let out a collective gasp upon seeing the state her wound was in.

The bandages had been soaked through with blood, most of it fresh. It appeared as if a couple stitches had broken but that was not the main concern. The flesh was inflamed and hot to the touch with black ink-like features arcing away from the wound like lightning. It was almost as if the toxins left over from the poison had grown stronger thanks to the latent shadow magics that permeated the land they currently stood on.

“Fuck, she picked one hell of a time to black out,” Marilini muttered as she ran over to one of the open windows, peering out into the empty street outside. “The only good part about this is that we’re in a dead part of Silvermoon. I don’t think anyone is going to be coming here any time soon.”

“That doesn’t matter. We’re stuck behind Horde lines with no weapons, no armor and no medicine. She needs to wake up and take us home or else we’re all fucked. What are they going to say when three former SI:7 agents are seen carrying a wounded elf out of the city?” Kylona asked as panic began to set in.

“Please tell me you guys found something downstairs,” Cassian said, looking at the twins.

“Yeah, I found a bunch of books,” Marilini said, setting down a leather sack next to the fallen elf. “Found this bag of holding down there as well. Whatever we found before you called us is in there. I just hope it was something useful. Kinda hard to figure out what’s good when it’s all in Thalassian.”

“Hey, Savant,” Kallard pleaded the fallen elf. “Wake up. You can’t go all useless on us now. You’re our ride out of here!”

“Ugh,” groaned Genedara as her eyes fluttered open. “Just… Place a hand on me,” she managed to get out before closing her eyes once more.

Without asking what she meant, Kallard and Marilini ducked down and each placed a hand on the elf while Cassian and Kylona did the same. One moment they were all seated on the ground in what remained of Gene’s estate and the next they were inside the Felmann’s main tent outside her tower in Elwynn Forest. Cassian and Marilini went right to work, stripping the elf of her shirt and tossing it aside while Kylona ran into the tower to fetch Gene’s healing supplies.

Kallard plopped down in a chair next to the elf’s bed, watching his husband and sister work. He had only known Genedara for a few days but could feel himself growing attached. She was the only one who knew the pain of losing someone you deeply loved and because of that he felt the urge to protect her like a good big brother, despite her being two centuries old. The fact that she threw her life away to save his life spoke volumes about her character and he wanted nothing more than normality to return to her life.

Once Cassian and Marilini finished tending to Genedara’s wounds, Kallard remained by her side. After a while he had Kylona go fetch a book to read from the tower. Rather than reading it to himself, Kallard instead read it aloud to the unconscious elf. He read her the story of a soldier who refused to carry a weapon and the lives he saved as a result of his bravery and love for his fellow man.

When Genedara finally woke up the sun was beginning to drift below the horizon as dusk set in. Kallard had fallen asleep after finishing the story, the book propped open in his lap. Everyone else was seated around a fire outside the tent, talking quietly amongst themselves. Eventually Kallard’s eyes drifted open and he let loose a mighty yawn before looking at Genedara.

“Whoa, hey, you’re awake,” he said with a tired smile.

“And so are you,” was her soft reply.

“You feeling any better?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Good,” Kallard said as he rose from his seat, placing the book down on his chair once he had stood up. “C’mon, let’s go get something to eat.”

Kallard offered a hand to Genedara, allowing her to use him to get out of bed. She let out a sharp hiss of pain, her left hand falling down to rest on the freshly tended to wound. Seeing this, Kal hooked his arm with one of hers and slowly guided her out into the cool night air.

“Ahah, there she is!” Cassian said with a broad smile as he quickly rose to his feet, offering his seat to Gene. “Here, sit.”

“Thank you,” Genedara said quietly and eased herself into the pre-warmed chair and settled into it. “Whats for dinner?”

“Fish and chips,” Marilini replied as she prepped a plate. “I caught the fish myself and Ky did the potatoes.”

“Sounds good.”

“Did I mention it’s deep fried fish?”

Genedara chuckled and shook her head. “Okay, I’m sold, I’ll take a helping.”

For the next couple hours the group would talk among themselves, keeping the conversation casual without bringing up the whole trip to Silvermoon. They all knew Genedara would talk when she was ready. Neither of them knew exactly what happened, but they were able to see a glimmer of hope in the elf’s eyes, almost as if she had a conversation with her guardian angel. Regardless of what had happened, the Felmanns were more than happy to ease their sister’s concerns.

[thesilvermoonlibrary-blog]

SEEKING:

(Please do reblog to help us spread the word.)

(The poster is entirely IC.)

Posted onto the city’s announcement broad with thin pieces of tape on all four of its edges, this ‘poster’ was just dull and uninteresting in the eyes of many...but it would catch your interest?

OOC

The Silvermoon Library guild was founded by the mun of Iria Daerienne. Who used the guild as a broad platform for new writers in our community, to share their works and to host fun events that brought people together. 

But sadly after experiencing a difficult phase of her life, the library stopped its regular public services/events, but now... we are doing our best to bring back its old services once more!

SEEKING (OOC&IC INFO):

Assistants/Librarians (OOC&IC Jobs)

*The job of Assistants and Librarians are quite similar. Their IC jobs are what real Librarians would do...helping the users of the library in every way they can, but when OOC...*

IC: Helping users of the library with your own storyline of being a librarian *Part-time or Full time.* (Rp)

OOC: Helps with the running of the library’s Tumblr and Twitter page>Seeks out new writers daily and help broadcast their works>Reblogs existing RP events>In game officers.

Scholars (OOC&IC Jobs)

*To be a scholar within the library, you do not have to join the guild. Just please message anyone in the staff group your Tumblr link, and we will broadcast it for you and follow you so we may help you whenever you are in need.*

IC: The choice is all yours!

OOC: Lets the library broadcast their works> Might be asked to speak in events>Just be whatever you want to be!

Professors (OOC&IC Jobs)

*Teachers...mentors.. of any field are welcome to use the library to expand their knowledge or to seek out students. (Rp partners) Now looking at the OOC side of the title ‘Professor’...they also do not have to join the guild to get their work broadcast by us.*

IC: Teach! and continue on your studies! (If you are seeking for an idea, please do message the planning team.)

OOC: Lets the library broadcast their works> Are welcome to hold lessons within the guild or host public teachings with the library’s full support> Mentor for newcomers>Might be asked to speak in events.

Planning Team (OOC&IC Jobs)

*In game the Planning Team members can be whatever they want to be and can hold the title of Assistant, Librarian, Scholar or Professor while on the team, because their jobs is mostly OOC.*

IC: The choice is all yours!

OOC: Create and plan events> Helps with the running of the library’s social pages> Offers help to events that are in need> Are welcome to lead their own events>Offers ways to improve the library services>In game officers.

Requirements

All race/level are welcome.

Open-minded

Willing to help new or struggling rpers/writers

Willing to work with a team and maybe other guilds. ( For Assistants. Librarians and Planning Team.)

Unafraid to ask for help whenever in need.

Willing to accept suggestions to better up events. (For Planning Team)

*And a personality that’s ready to deal with an inexperienced leader, to give him suggestions or comments... on how to do his job better.*

Others

The library is planning to open up three new discord servers...

A public server for anyone, who is in need of a heart to heart chat or wish to give the library staffs... event ideas, suggestions, and names of new writers or characters. Allowing us to help them start their wonderful journey of roleplaying in WRA.

The second server is for guilds, who are willing to maybe work or host events with the library and other active guilds. *I’m not sure about this yet, because there may be already a server open for active guilds to chat in...and if that is the case..I want in! PLEASE.*

The last server is for the planning team and the members of the library. *This will be a private server...I will talk to members who are interested one by one.*

((All servers will be open when ready! Have a question still? Message me! @draenis))

[forgottenflower]

An abandoned library.

[draenis-blog]

Extremely Detailed Character Sheet

Character Chart  (FC: Leonardo Dicaprio) Character’s full name: Draenis Sunstrider Reason or meaning of the name: An excellent name for a scholar. Character’s nickname: Drae The reason for Nickname: Some people are just too lazy to call him by his full name. Birthdate: January 28 Physical appearance Age: Ugh...he is a young adult... How old does he/she appear: Varies depending on his mood and his work pile. Weight: He is average weight. Height: Again average. Body build: Varies depending on his schedule... Eye color: Bright Green

Glasses or contacts: Glasses Skin tone: Ghostly White Distinguishing marks: Skin is always inhumanly perfect. He has several cuts on his hand and burns on his arms. Hair color: Golden Brown Type of hair: Thick but silky Hairstyle: Long, uncut and down his back. Voice: Something like this Overall attractiveness: He is a scholar...not so attractive? Physical disabilities: Poor Eyesight Usual fashion of dress: Business casual. Favorite outfit: His normal attire. Jewelry or accessories: Glasses with a necklace of keys. (Mainly for the Library)

Personality Good personality traits: Loyal, quick to catch onto things, respectful, an easy sense of humor, contemplative, selfless, listens well. Bad personality traits: Possessive, domineering, will often take thing or ‘fix’ things without asking, selfish, doesn’t care much for the people he doesn’t respect, becomes heavily invested in the people he allows himself to like very quickly. Mood character is most often in: Sleepily Sense of humor: Puns and inside jokes Character’s greatest joy in life: Time spent in the Silvermoon Library Character’s greatest fear: Losing all his books. What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? His parents returning. Character is most at ease when: When he is alone at the office, Most ill at ease when: Meeting someone new that he wants to make a good impression on. Enraged when: He feels slighted or one of his staff is disrespected. Depressed or sad when: Left to do paperwork by himself. Priorities: The life of those he loves > those who they want to protect > his life. Life philosophy: No matter how far down a road you’ve traveled, you can always go back. If granted one wish, it would be: To go into the future, just to spend more time studying. Character’s soft spot: Books. The people he loves. Is this soft spot obvious to others? If they’ve spoken enough, he will open up to them. Greatest strength: Emotionally in control or highly adaptable. Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Being uncaring towards others, when he is busy. Biggest regret:  His Childhood Minor regret: Every interaction that had turned sour. Biggest accomplishment: Becoming Head Librarian. Minor accomplishment: Graduating his old university with top scores. Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: How many times he had tripped in the Library...idiotic mistakes. Character’s darkest secret: His teenage times...rebel stage Does anyone else know? No one... Goals Drives and motivations: Make Silvermoon Library great again, Fill that hole in his heart with information and knowledge. Immediate goals: Learn magic. Long term goals: Use magic to create a life form. How the character plans to accomplish these aims: Well, he’s currently still researching. How other characters will be affected: Maybe happy, maybe not? Surprised, probably. Past Hometown: Silvermoon Type of childhood: Fooled around with people for his own amusement. Pets:  A Phoenix name Klea First memory: Talking to “himself.” Most important childhood memory: When he finally got into school Why: It’s the time that changed his life entirely, Childhood hero: That baker down the street. Dream job:  Librarian Education: Professor degree Religion:  None Finances: Well paid Present Current location: Silvermoon at the Library Currently living with:  No one Occupation: Head Librarian Family Mother: N/A Relationship with her: N/A. Father: N/A Relationship with him: More like rivals or enemies. Siblings: N/A Relationship with them: N/A Spouse:  N/A. Relationship with him/her:  N/A. Children: N/A. Relationship with them:  N/A. Other important family members:  N/A. Favorites Color: Orange. Least favorite color: Blue Music: Anything, really. Food: Stew and Wheat Bread Literature: Reads it all. Form of entertainment: Studying and Reading Expressions: Can’t think of one. Mode of transportation: Portals...he is a mage. Most prized possession: His golden Locket, seal unopenable. Habits Hobbies: Cooking. Reading, Music Plays a musical instrument? Harp. Could play anything. Plays a sport? No, he is just a bookworm How he/she would spend a rainy day: Enjoying and recording the sound of the rain from different places to compare it...awhile he studies. Spending habits: Cheap, saving Smokes: N/A. Drinks: Tea. Other drugs:  N/A. What does he/she do too much of? Studying What does he/she do too little of? Sympathize and going out. Extremely skilled at: Planning, magic and memorizing. Extremely unskilled at: Anything to do with sports. Nervous tics: Scratches his fingers. Tactile sensation. Usual body posture: Perfect posture. Mannerisms: Slightly twitchy, usually always apparently aware of everything happening. Peculiarities: Will take any chance to touch water or books. Traits Optimist or pessimist? Pessimist. Introvert or extrovert? Either or. Daredevil or cautious? Cautious

Logical or emotional? Logical.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat. Prefers working or relaxing? Working. Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident. Animal lover? Yes. Self-perception How he/she feels about himself/herself: He’s very self-assured and may think he’s more capable than he really is. One word the character would use to describe self: Bookworm One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:

I, myself, think I am a person of knowledge with a dull personality, always working in the Library and boring people to death. Jokes I have none...

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Quick learner. What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Possessive. What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? His own eyes. What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? His face. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: A few personality traits. Relationships with others The opinion of other people in general: Mildly amusing. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? The deep ones, yes. Otherwise, he’s very vocal about how he feels. Person character most hates: AAnyone who hurts those he loves. Best friend(s): N/A Love interest(s):  N/A. Person character goes to for advice: N/A Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: N/A Person character feels shy or awkward around: N/A Person character openly admires: Anyone smarter than him. Person character secretly admires: Iria the former Head Librarian.

[sekhithefops]

WoW Character Music

So... yeah. Music is a big part of my life, I can't play an instrument to save it but I do have an extensive Spotify library (yes they're horrible but the alternatives are Amazon Music and iTunes so what the fuck am I supposed to do?) and I have a playlist for each of my characters.

Some just have a bunch of music I find fitting, but a few of them have what has become, in my mind, their own personal theme songs of sorts.

For example, in my story all my Alliance heroes belong to a group called Avalon and the Horde characters are in a mercenary ring called Savage United.

Thats because, well, THEY'RE NAMED AFTER SONGS!

Avalon, my Alliance group, gets their name from the Nocturnal Rites song of the same name from their New World Messiah album, because I thought 'Rise, Avalon' made a pretty kickass battle cry. >w>;;;

Whereas Savage United got their name from "The Savage Union" on the Edguy Album, King of Fools. Infact one of the lyrics, "Savage United We Stand" is the title for a chapter of my story where the six members team up to try to fight back the Mawsworn when they invade Orgrimmar to abduct Thrall at the start of Shadowlands.

But yes, as I was saying... each character I have has their own playlist and some songs have basically become their 'theme song' of sorts in my mind. Not all of them, I haven't found fitting ones for everyone, but here's a sampling.

Samantha Montebank's story starts out as one that, from the outside, seems a life of luxury but is anything but. Heir to the line of a powerful house of Magisters but born with a rare affliction that prevents them from being able to use magic made them an outcast among their family and Silvermoon Society as a whole.

Ontop of this, Sam is transfem, which they had to hide for most of their life out of fear of the repercussions which, given their family's disdain for them, the had no reason to believe they wouldn't experience.

Now however, Sam is post-transition thanks to a little void-based Gender Affirmation Sorcery and living out and happy in Silvermoon with her allies, so her theme song is Finally Free by Labyrinth.

Next up, another elf, my druidess Shalandrae.

Shalandrae's story really kicked off during the War of Thorns (THREE GUESSES WHY) and her character has been through a lot. I tried to portray her trials through recovering from the damage that Sylvannas had inflicted on her people as best I could (I really hope I did a good job there) but the main thing is that she was able to get through it because of the rest of her allies in Avalon standing by her and refusing to let her suffer alone or attempt to claim revenge in several ways that would have likely been suicide.

That story arc for her culminated in being gifted that staff she has in the picture, made by all her friends in Avalon to mark her recovery and how she'd gone from the deepest pits of despair and rage to helping her people heal themselves by the tail end of that 'three year time gap' that happened between Shadowlands and Dragonflight. The staff is named "Journey's End" to reflect how far she'd come (though this is actually a real weapon in game! It drops in Naxxramus!)

Anyways, her song is Shining Unity, by Galderia. It just kinda fits now.

Yeah, don't act surprised. If you know my characters you had to know the Shaman-Who-Hears-The-Elements-As-Music had to have a theme song. :P

Yep! Sekhi's song is a fitting one I feel. It has a lot of focus on flute music which, as you can tell from that image, Sekhi is familiar with and ontop of this the opening is very fitting for how her ability to hear "The Song of the World" works.

Somewhere afar A cry rang out Wondrous words echoing In my restless heart A call I heard In three different tongues Of such awing majesty Soft and silently whispering my name I could not oppose

The song in question is Ambriamus by Eluvite.

For some reason, finding fitting songs for Warlocks comes stupidly easy. Maybe its because I'm such a big metalhead.

Anyways, Edwood Vargas is a Forsaken, but in life he was Kul'tirian. He still talks with a distinct nautical twang even 20 years dead and even wears the shoulder pads that a Kul'tirian magic user would as a nod to his homeland (lost, but not forgotten.)

Well, his song was easy. See, there's this heavy metal band called Alestorm that basically does metal sea shanties.

Boom, done. No Grave But the Sea.

Honestly I recommend most of their songs. Alestorm is a hoot. :3

Lastly however, my other warlock...

Dissonantia, the former Witch of Blackwald Forest and now leader of her own cabal of demonic beings is the villainess of my story, and her song is one I stumbled across but fits her like a glove covered in spikes and demon bile.

Dissonantia spent most of the story playing ally to the rest of Avalon, leading them to believe that she used her dark arts for the greater good. That the ends justified her means.

That was all garbage however. She was constantly searching for a secret that would grant her immortailty and restore her lost youth (physically, when she first learned how to extend her life on a diet of souls, she was in her eighties... but souls just stop her from aging, they couldn't make her younger.) Upon discovering that distilling souls into Anima could give her the power to reverse the ravages of time and restore her to her youth she attempted to kill her former allies, then fled to the Twisting Nether when her plans failed.

Now that she's free of having to uphold any pretenses, her theme song is an easy choice once I discovered it. Unlimited Sin by Beast in Black.

And thats the lot so far! I'm working on the others, but I'm no musician so I have to hope I find one that fits them. How about you guys? Got any favorites of your own that you like to think are a good fit for your characters? :D

[longveil]

Five Headcanons

1. Within her surprisingly extensive library, Seraa has a small collection of moderately risqué (ok, smutty) romance novels. Many (but not all) of them sold to her by Caelin Tautstring. All of them very well-read.

2. Annadia often practiced pickpocketing on her older sister during her "apprenticeship" with some of the less savory elements of Silvermoon. Accordingly, Seraanna recognizes most pickpocketing techniques and tells - it takes an especially skilled operator for Seraa not to notice an attempt.

3. She’s almost always cold. But for the most part, Seraa’s gotten used to it. Welcome to being infused with the Void.

4. In Seraa's apartment, there's an overstuffed armchair embroidered in the reds and golds of Silvermoon. It's one of the few things that Annadia managed to have shipped to Stormwind for Seraa, and it originally came from the ruins of their mother's home in what is now the Ghostlands. It has immense sentimental value for her.

5. While her in-game hairstyle doesn't display any void tendrils, Seraa has a small fringe of tiny, delicate void tendrils at the nape of her neck, almost always hidden beneath her hair.

Thanks for the tag, @maxparkhurst​!

Tagging: @mozelledeliond, @kat-hawke, @merelliahallewell​, @cerusaniduskbinder​, @khazdorum-stonesplitter​

[serazhen]

A: Aptitude

A: Aptitude

1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

He's always been preternaturally good at avoiding trouble. Just generally lucky. Sometimes that runs out, but for the most part it's served him well enough and he's flown under the radar of a lot of potential issues.

He's also always been good at climbing stuff. Trees, walls, houses.

2. what activities have they participated in?

Growing up, lots of religious holidays and observances. He never formally went to school, but once he got out of the cult he went to a lot of free learning opportunities at the libraries in Silvermoon.

He's also participated in a lot of catered gigs whenever a bartender is needed! Most recently he helped out at the Body Modification Faire, which was cool.

3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for?

Definitely his bartending skills. It was the easiest job to get and he really needed the money at the time, but now he's pretty good at it and thinks it might be nice to have his own distillery somewhere someday.

He's also an okay cook.

4. what things are they bad at?

He's not a great singer or performer. He was also never good at fishing, even though that was one of his tasks for the commune growing up.

5. what is their most impressive talent?

Probably his ability to pick new things up really quickly -- he's a fast learner, partially because he has to be, but that's also come naturally to him throughout his life.

Thanks @turning-through-the-never!

[shadowedson]

Catalyst

Superstition says that bad things come in threes, that the world brings three terrible knocks to your door and gives you no other choice then to open it. Perhaps, the world is just cold, the orchestra of tragedy never ceasing its siren song. Perhaps, instead, bad things come in storms. Booming thunder, wild winds and deadly lightning. A trifecta of true chaos…

Nowhere did this chaos of life and tragedy take more hold than within Inethreis’ mind, brewing and pounding in his head like the swing of an all mighty hammer. The moment he had stumbled in his doorway from the streets of Silvermoon, it all threatened to come crashing down over his head all over again, like it had so often these past few wretched weeks. He gave no greeting, no call into the dimly lit halls to his friends and family. Instead, he made for the stairs,nearly falling up them a few different times with heavy handed and sloppy steps. He did not care who heard him, he did not care who he woke, he only cared about getting there. Tears bit at his eyes like rabid dogs at his heels as he so desperately tried to outrun them, leaving his heart beating in his ears like a drum. Every single part of his body screamed, his mind falling to pieces from the inside out, shoving the doors to the back balconies wide open, before stepping out into the night and pouring rain.

His head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes squeezing themselves shut. Hard rain beat down on him, mixing with his tears as they streamed down his face in quick succession of one another. The downpour was soaking him nearly to the bone, and he saw fit to let it. Somewhere in his soul he wished it would melt his wretched body to nothing, send whatever was left of him away with the wind. But with no such luck, he opted for something different. With a deep breath in, the man let out an ungodly scream, the sound echoing off rooftops and out over the city streets. Barely even moments after he let loose another wail, his eyes shut tighter as the sound he made rung in his own ears like a bell. He found himself screaming into the night until his throat burned and he tasted blood, his whole body shaking with the violent outbursts.

Somewhere behind him he could almost feel the whole house stirring, people waking from sleep and wondering just what the fuck was going on outside. But in the moment he found he didn’t even care. Slowly he came to his knees on the stone below him, too hoarse to scream more, and just cried. The sounds were rasped and painful, leaving his throat raw and forcing him to gag. Inethreis brought himself lower to the ground, hunched over into the puddling water. By now he was not sure if the shaking was from the ice cold rain soaking into his skin, or the sheer gravity of emotion that gripped his body. But behind him, he heard the faint shifting of feet along the stone. Someone had come to check on him.

“Inethreis...it is well past midnight, come on, please get up off the floor young man. You are going to catch some kind of cold out here” Alsunir’s voice rang out behind him, speaking over the pounding of the rain on stone.

The sound of his uncle speaking in his ears forced him still for a moment, the sobs that barreled out of him catching in his throat. It made him feel sick to be seen this way, in a heap on the ground all over again. He could not even remember how many times this had been the case lately. Words would not even form, but Alsunir did not seem to need them instead, he had moved across the balcony to his nephew, the black umbrella he carried shielding away the rain and all else. Slowly, Reyes found himself lifted into the old Farstrider’s side, moved pace by pace into the massive house.

“Stay with me alright? Just keep your feet on the ground, one step at a time. We will get you warmed up and after we can talk about this…” The lord spoke in a coo, not seeming to care that the side of his nightgown was being soaked.

Still too shocked to form any coherent syllables, Inethreis opted simply to nod, biting back on another sniffle.

Moving down the great halls brought them all the way to the Library, the enormous double doors one of the many places in the home Inethreis had yet to enter. Though now, in the state of turmoil he existed in he did not have the mind to care. Instead he was leaned against the lord of the house, trying to focus on not falling flat on his face. But soon he found himself released of that burden, embraced by the plush surface of the couch Alsunir had settled him onto as gently as he could manage. Inethreis was barely processing things around the room, not the wall to floor bookcases, not the desk tucked toward the back walls, not even his Uncle’s scurrying footsteps as he moved in and out of the room to help him settle in. All of it was an empty blur of color, shapes in the candle light. His body fell weightless and cold against the cushions below him, sinking into them entirely.

He could not tell if he had fallen asleep or if he just really was finally losing it for good, moments of that night flashing through his vision. Barren winter snow stained red, the all consuming stench of death in the air, teeth and fangs as they closed around his shoulder like a vice. But more haunting then all of it was her...laying there still and unmoving. Those blank eyes only staring, never blinking and never looking away from him, reminding him that her death was his fault. All of this was his fault, his worgenism, his mother’s death, and now his mother’s eternal torment in The Maw. The catalyst to all of this was his neglect, his inattentiveness to her needs and care. He should have been at her side...and gods above did he regret it now, those horrible dead eyes haunting him like a ghost...burned in the forefront.

Now he could not even imagine where she was, what was happening to the woman who had dedicated her whole life to him. She was beyond him...beyond this world or even this realm. Sucked down into a place of empty wasteland and torment, and he had put her there.

“Let us get you out of some of these leathers Inethreis, come on my son, the fire is warm and these are waterlogging you...stay with me for just a moment okay.”

Inethreis found himself pulled back from the sheer darkness of his mind, his head snapping down to find Alsunir’s hand on his and the man’s voice in his ears again. Meeting that kind green gaze almost brought him to tears again, quickly looking away as he offered the man a muted nod. Slowly, he sat himself up from the loveseat, feeling Alsunir lightly squeeze his hand in reassurance before letting go...and for the moment it seemed to keep him grounded. The warmth of the fire filled him as he finally got a good look at the hearth in front of him, slowly starting the process of stripping away his current clothing. Just beside him on the floor, he found a few things folded up for him...a robe, a towel, and a blanket. Even in this state, the gesture left him blinking with surprise. He had entirely lost track of where his uncle was in the room's vastness, but for right now, he seemed to have privacy beside the fire.

When he finally was stripped down to pale skin, he reached for the towel to dry himself, happy for the distraction of silent self care and the crackling of the warm fire. He felt his body on a razors edge between collapsing again, driving him that much closer to the heat in hopes that it might just burn away all his pain for once. The bite of cold was one thing off his mind for now, the robe and blanket picked up from the floor with haste. First the robe, cinched in tight at the waist and leaving the black linen to flow with his body, and then the blanket almost immediately overtop and pulled as lithe as he could manage. His body finally came to a stop for the first time in minutes, shaking legs bringing him back down to settle on the loveseat. Almost instantly he felt that clarity slipping, but before he could be consumed all over again Alsunir had moved from the window to sit with him. One of the older man’s pale hands came to rest lightly on Inethreis’ shoulder, his voice quiet as he began to speak.

“I know you might not be able to talk right now, and trust me, that is okay my son. I do not expect you to.” Alsunir gave a deep sigh before continuing. “But, I have been where you are now when I lost my son, when I lost my family. I know about The Maw, you do not need to tell me that. But I promise you, I will get you everything you need to get her out of there safely.”

Inethreis found his violet eyes going wide, choking on a sob somewhere between a thank you and incoherent sound. At his shoulder he felt a squeeze before he finally collapsed into the man’s fatherly arms, feeling them close right around him as he sobbed. But rather than chide him, Alsunir simply swayed and continued speaking.

“It will take some time of course, but not more then a week to get ready. For right now though, I think you need to focus on basics my son. Sleeping, eating, hygiene, and company. I am so proud of you and how you fight, finding your way to tackle unimaginable fears, even the way you found help for your shifting. Your lovers are likely worried sick in their bed for you...people care about you little one. I know I am neither of your parents, but if you are living under my roof you are family. It will be okay and we will get you through this together…”

His words trailed off in Inethreis’ ears, but their meaning still resonated through him, their meaning still reaching well into his core. Wrapped up like this he felt safety and warmth he had never truly known, the love of a father and the soft hand of comfort. It eased him like nothing ever had, even as he sobbed and rasped against him. For once the pain felt ephemeral, he felt as though he could breath...that things might just be okay. Alsunir did not speak, did not shove him away, Instead he felt a hand rise into his hair, fingers easing through the raven locks as he rocked inethreis as one might a child. Inethreis found himself losing track of time, not knowing how long he sat there crying or how long Alsunir rocked him, and he also found that he did not care. Soon, he felt his eyes closing and it left him with only one thought in all the world…

He was loved, and it would all be okay.

( Mentions for: @lifeofaranger and @varment-wra )

[fiftymilehighclub]

So before I became utterly obsessed with the Sims, before I dedicated my brainpower to Fallout, my main fandom was World of Warcraft. I played for almost an entire decade (with a couple of breaks due to computer issues/lack of internet/working too much to have time to play) and will never quite lose my passion for the franchise. Tonight I got bored in CAS and decided to make a few of my old toons, mostly testing out those new skintones but also just... doing something fun for myself since I haven’t in a while lol.

(descriptions under the cut)

Anyway, these are my main 3 characters (aside from my Paladin, who i just don’t have enough cc to accurately depict quite yet somebody convert the Legion Paladin set please). From left (on the bottom row):

Reilleigh Felheart, my very first character. She was orphaned during the Scourge invasion, and sent to the Shattrath orphanage, where she was adopted by a human mage named Sosomi Felheart. Sosomi immediately saw her potential as a mage, and began training her quite young, but when she was in her teens, she fell in with a group of sisters who thought trying to summon the spirit of Mal’ganis would help put an end to the wars that plagued their homeland. It utterly failed, and left Reilleigh with nearly-debilitating scars on her hands (which is why she always wears gloves). She eventually became a teacher and archivist in the Silvermoon Library, married, and had three children, but always returned to the front lines when her people needed her.

Valmiel el’Aran Silverstar is the eighth and youngest child of a prosperous High Elven family who was lucky enough to be away from Silvermoon City during the Scourge Invasion. His parents, however, turned their fortune toward caring for those whose lives had been destroyed, using their gold and their skills to help them. He has seven elder sisters -- Vadra, Verissa, Velanna, Vannika, Verdenta, Viridia and Violetta -- and from the time he was quite young, he knew he wasn’t the strapping young soldier his father expected him to be. Thankfully gender norms aren’t quite so stringent in High Elven society, and his gender-fluidity was rarely questioned. His taste in men, however... (but that’s a story for another day)

Journey Shimsprocket is actually a gnome but getting the proportions to work in CAS is nightmarish who was, herself, orphaned in the destruction of Gnomregaan. She was shuffled into the care of a spinster aunt who made it clear that she had no interest in raising a child; though she wasn’t neglected, Journey had a tough and lonely upbringing, learning to keep her head down and her mouth shut from quite a young age, lest she earn her aunt’s wicked tongue. When she was thirteen, Journey ran away to Ironforge, hitched a ride on the underground tram to Stormwind, and applied for the Mage’s college there. She was made to wait until she was sixteen, so she spent the next three years apprenticing in a tinker’s shop, putting her natural talents to work to earn enough coin to keep a room at an inn. As soon as her birthday came, she was on her way to Dalaran, and within another year, was on the battlefield helping her Alliance brethren retake their ancestral home and protect Azeroth from whatever incursion came next.

[luminashdawnwing]

Luminash took a deep breath and examined the books spread on the table before him. He nodded appreciatively at the collection he had gathered for himself before wading back into the stacks.

It was not Silvermoon’s largest library, nor its best, but it was among the most esoteric. As such, it was much better suited to the specific task at hand. The Titans, their history, such as was known, their constructs, their magic and their technology, all of those were well accounted for in the Royal Library. Many pieces even with Luminash’s own name attached. The smaller booksellers, though, that was where treasures could be found. Emerging again from the aisle, Luminash placed another codex onto his stack, a fringe work on how the data archives of the Titans had influenced Azerothian cultures even beyond the dwarves. Luminash had met the man who penned it, and agreed with his critics that he was, perhaps, unhinged. That mattered very little, though, when the magister himself felt he was right. He drummed his fingers on the table in thought, considering his next move. (Starter for @fel-temptation!)

[kavtari]

🌇 Where are 3 places your character enjoys hanging out?

Kav: The pillow attic at her studio, a guest room with the Squeaky Wheel crew, and a hidden cove along the Uldum coast perfect for lounging.

@moriurya: Her rooftop patio atop the Brightsinger villa in Silvermoon, the Fancy Cakes stoop, and the grand library of Dalaran.

@sarlaros: A dry sauna, an astronomical observatory, and his sewing room at his home base.

@captainlynx: The deck of her ship The Mistrunner II, her private rooms at Faye’s Treasure Chest in Booty Bay, and a quiet corner of green space tucked along the wall of Stormwind.

@dimetriblaze: deep in a restricted section of a library, the streets of Suramar City, and in the tallest tower of any city he’s in.