#stormwind knight

[tjemegames]

HSR: 2.3.2 MoC, 2.3.1 AS, & 2.2.1 PF Recaps

I definitely forgot about drafting up the latter part of this post when it was more relevant so excuse my lateness. HSR has a lot of endgame content these days and keeping up with it across multiple different servers is a self-inflicted thorn in my side. So, without further ado, let's get into my yapping (under the cut because this post is long one)!

Apologies in advance for any image distortion: Tumblr doesn’t appear to like long photos.

2.3.2. Memory of Chaos

Dissipation of Dreams dropped yesterday morning and I had been impatiently waiting for it so I could get the Nameless Honor points for getting 15 stars; which, I was informed yesterday, can be earned off of stages that have already been completed. Do you know just how many times I missed out on those stupid xp points back in the early days because I couldn't even get 15 stars in the first place? Would've been great to know about back then, but I digress.

Anyway, as I said, DoD dropped yesterday, and I was fully expecting it to be a bit of a rough time because of how badly it was being dragged in one of the HSR discords I frequent. Much to my surprise, this was the easiest time I've ever had running MoC.

There were a few things that made this MoC easier for me:

The enemy lineup on stage 12 was almost the exact same as the 2.2.2 MoC; they swapped out the elite mob in the first wave of 12-1 for a different one, then flipped the challenge order of 12-1 (The Past, Present, and Eternal Show) and 12-2 (Argenti) so that they were inverted. This meant that I didn't have to think about who to run, and I could just refer to the previous challenge records for guidance. I was able to save myself about 18 wave resets because of this.

I got e5 Gallagher, giving myself a better Boothill team member and freeing up Aven as a secondary sustain for my opposing team lineup.

I've been farming relics like an absolute mad person for the past few weeks to fix some of my builds. Relics make up such a large part of character performance and I could truly feel the difference in the damage output for those I've been able to improve since the last MoC (see new builds below).

I'd rate my enjoyment of this MoC at 4/5 stars. Overall, it wasn't too terribly difficult and went by much faster than any of my previous attempts. This was both a positive/negative for me; while I was glad to have done well and efficiently so, it was very strange not to have to think too much or come back to retry the challenge over the course of a week. I’ve become so used to stopping my runs to farm relics/make team adjustments that it was a bit jarring to finish everything in one sitting. At the end of the day, I got my 800 jades for 36 stars so that's good enough for me.

2.3.1 Apocalyptic Shadow

Stormwind Knight was the integral AS stage, and this one took a bit of finagling to get the final star for 6600+ points. I can't give you an entire rundown on my thoughts as it's been a couple weeks since I finished the challenge, but I vaguely remember having to consult the discord for advice because my brain was not braining with team comps and I had been trying to beat the stage for multiple days.

However, I can tell you that super break Jing Yuan is a meme of a team that I've been using to fight "Harmonious Choir" The Great Septimus since 2.2 when the boss first came out. I don't know what compelled me to do that in the first place since lightning is one of the weaker break types, but here I was using it on stage 3 before having to switch it out for something more effective.

I should also note that, during this challenge, DHIL was on an absolutely trash 2pc/2pc atk% build, making it take far too many tries to get to 6600 points from all his missed crits. Gallagher was also freshly pulled and severely lacking in break effect. Additionally, Aventurine was still running 4-star planar ornaments and half of Tingyun's relics were still 4-star pieces as well. I briefly considered going back into the mode now that all of them have been improved to see how much better of a score I can get, but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

2.2.1 Pure Fiction

The Lexical Enigma PF was interesting to say the least. I don’t usually play past the second stage of this mode due to my lack of useful units; I’m still Himeko-less and my duke farming hasn’t been going very well, meaning that Herta is still benched. Hopefully the Navigator will bless me with her presence via standard banner in the near future.

Fortunately for my lack of stellar jade savings, this patch I was feeling especially motivated to have a queen sweep of all the endgame modes; I spent way too much time and put in far more effort than I usually would to get all 12 stars. It was actually my very first time since PF released so yippee! We love progress.

I almost gave up a few times, my pride was hurt, and extreme sacrifices were made to get this finished. If you aren't aware, I have a special amount of spite reserved for Serval; I have nothing against her character (I actually loved playing through her companion mission and using her before version 1.4 came out) I'm just frustrated by the sheer number of times I've pulled both her and her signature light cone since the game came out. S15 Make the World Clamor is ten too many copies of that goddamn lc and I wish I could erase its existence from the game at this point.

That being said, finally releasing Serval from her lvl 70, 5/8/8/8 trace, 4-star relic wearing purgatory was what ultimately led to my success (see build below). Even though it wasn't the best build I could've given her, I'm hoping that it was enough to lift the Serval-based curse that had been placed upon me. And if not, y'all will be hearing about it.

Anyway, that's the extent of my yapping about the endgame modes for now. I'm going to try to put these out after every challenge cycle runs its course so that I'm not making an excessive number of posts about them. I apologize in advance for the impending long posts, but I'd rather not blow up y'all's feeds with separated iterations of my nonsense if I don't have to.

The schedule will still be a bit off for the next one of these recaps since I decided to include the current MoC but not the most recent PF. I'll do my best to get that sorted out asap.

Sheesh, I really rambled my way through this one, didn't I? Fun fact: a severe storm passed over my city while I was writing up this post, causing me to lose power, and I had to rewrite the entire second half of it because auto save wouldn't work without internet access. Don't you just love to see it?

Anyway, thanks for sticking around if you made it to this point! I'll catch y'all later.

[findmeinshattrath]

How do they not use Banshees more?

They fly, they’re intangible, their scream is disabling, they can possess people, and the Forsaken probably have a ton of them. There is literally so much potential

[chevvah]

“You know there is bounty on you, why do you keep starting fights? You would be in a problem if I wasn’t there.”

[starangel969]

⭑ sketchy comic featuring my OCs - Ulsea (demon hunter), Araneel (death knight) and Ulsea's partner Ian (this small guy in the last picture)

life's not fair ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mbat]

if it matters im over here thinking more about some random WoW NPCs that i bet literally no one has ever spared more than a few thoughts about at most lmao

[kaiserpanzermensch]

A man doing his best to continue the family mission.

[skankfoot]

The forbidden monkei

[aggravatetheaxe]

dethklok plays WoW

Nathan - main tank. Horde of course. Probably orc. His only toon. Absolutely a blood death knight both for aesthetic and because you know he's pulling top dps in addition to holding agg on everything in the room. Guild leader, does not take his title seriously but will still kick your ass if you bail on raid night. likes pvp but prefers pve

Pickles - plays mostly trolls, has 2 or 3 toons, probably also has an ugly forsaken and an ugly goblin (although goblin is a later race so depends on the year). Cat druid, often forced to spec into healing because mythic dungeons are only 5 man. But prefers to be cat or combat rogue. Incredible dps when he's allowed to do dps. not nurturing at all as a healer, WILL let you die if you piss him off (unless you're Nathan, but Nathan never dies). loves both pvp and pve but gets super steamed during pvp

Skwisgaar - paladin paladin paladin. Belf, of course. has secret female alts as well as secret ally alts. constantly adding his girlfriends to the guild and taking shit from the bank without asking. But he doesn't get in trouble because his dps is second to none - topping the charts even over Nathan. Ret pally, could technically heal with holy but his dps is just so insane that they can't afford to have him healing. pvp is beneath him

Toki - altaholic. Lots of female toons, lots of ally toons, gets bullied for both. Really wants to main a hunter so he can have a bunch of cute animal companions (and because it would be easier dps) but the others say that's gay so his main is a frost DK. the others make him spec into unholy because his crowd control brings clusters together so that Skwis and Nathan can wipe them out. So, so fucking angry that he never gets to do any actual dps because his plagues never get the chance to stack - and despite knowing it's a DOT issue the others clown on him for being the absolute bottom of the dps chart. pvp is too hard for him, no one protects him and everyone picks on him

Murderface - orc arms warrior and tauren fury warrior, dps but mostly off tank. makes cringe jokes (abt both native americans and milking) if tauren. One secret ally toon (human no less), also a warrior, that he uses to /walk around stormwind and RP badly. constantly brags about his dps but he's actually garbage, only above toki. makes a big deal out of his rank in the guild but he actually has no bank privileges. loves self harm through pvp

Charles - undead disc priest. a few alts, equal numbers male and female but almost all undead. probably a GM. heals when pickles is on dps and there's room or in a raid setting. guild treasurer, full bank permissions, has to constantly police the boys and spends thankless hours filling the bank back up with pots, food, etc. Also in charge of recruiting, so he should just be guild lead at this point but he dutifully never complains :) plays an affliction warlock and a couple rogues (combat and assassination) on a different server, when the boys give him one free fucking moment to do his own thing

Magnus - used to be a super powerful destro warlock that matched skwisgaar in dps. was super involved in the guild, help build it into what it was, contributed lots of materials, consumables, and money to the bank. Recruited some of their best players. after a horrific falling out (he was the asshole in the situation; controlling, etc) he was kicked from the guild and replaced. has since (due to wotlk) abandoned his warlock for a death knight. now he has a forever grudge and badmouths dethklok any chance he gets, but the majority of the server knows he's the drama so he has trouble finding others to play with. because of this he's been forced to switch over to alliance side. hence he falls in with...

MMA & the revengencers: MMA is yet another DK, probably blood, guild lead of the revengencers - rival guild to dethklok, constantly butting heads with them in pvp, ganking their low level members/alts, just generally being a nuisance. MMA wants revenge for Nathan (with the help of GM charles) getting his OG account banned

Edgar - human arcane mage main ("actually, the rotation is quite simple"). has lots of female alts. treasurer of the revengencers, takes everything way way way too seriously. Definitely works for blizzard or is a GM. very tense, sometimes outright hostile, relationship with Charles despite being essentially coworkers. "umm you sir have won the internet" "updoot" guy in chat. full collection of mounts, even the rare and/or limited edition ones

[yukayaku]

This might be my best piece so far. Fey mummy just doing a murder on Stormwind knights.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

The idea of your Shadow Link needing hugs consumed my brain. So... here.

There was someone clinging to Naydra as she emerged from the Snowfield Chasm. Link didn't think many others could see the dragons, much less have the nerve to ride them. And Naydra's aura of frost never made that easy. And the frost-bitten-whoever-they-were was slipping. Link angled himself towards the falling form, calling first in a sharp whistle to try to get the tumbling form to steady themselves, then calling out to Tulin's Sage ability to push him into the other person.

“Hold on to me!” He called.They tried, but with the frozen air still whipping around them, the second Link deployed his paraglider, they slipped, and began falling once more. No no no no no he chanted, throwing himself into a dive once more. They weren't that far off the ground. He had a fairy, it wasn't the worst fall he'd had even in the last week, so he put himself between this dragon-rider and the ground and braced himself for impact.

It hurt, but no fairy fluttered out of his pouch so after giving himself and the other person a second to breathe, he started to move towards sitting up. The person in his arms was shivering violently, Link could feel them wincing in a way that said the cold was killing them like taking a plunge into the icy waters still would for him.

“I've never seen anyone else ride a dragon. Who--?”

They were dressed in some robe-thing that looked like a piece from the gloom set the bargainer statues gave. Gray-tinted skin, white hair... and red eyes pried open to look at him. It was that shade of a hero that the Demon King summoned. It reminded him uncomfortably of the Puppet the Yiga had been using to imitate Zelda. Link gasped despite himself.

“You're Raru's knight...” The Shade Hero murmured, trying to move away from Link and only falling to his knees instead.

“Zelda’s knight first.” He corrected. The Shade was thin, too thin, like a step away from being corpse-thin like the redeads. His forehead was bleeding sluggishly. The cold would kill him if whatever had been done to him didn't. He didn't have spare cold gear but he did still have a couple items from his trip up to the Stormwind Ark. “Here.” He pulled the simple mushroom, meat, and peppers skewer from his supplies. “Can you eat this? It'll stave off the cold for a few minutes. Long enough to get to a cave anyway...” The Shade looked at him skeptically but took the skewer and tentatively took a bite, then hurriedly scarfed the whole thing. He had even more questions now, concerning ones to think about. When was the last time the Shade ate? Did he need to? Something in the Shade's posture had his knight’s oath to protect screaming at him to act. He looked so...beaten down.

“Come on.” He gestured towards the exit from the snowfield. “There's a cave at the end of the promenade. You won't freeze there and I can start a fire and...” and maybe cook something else because you're clearly hurt and/or starving.

And so Link led the Demon King's Shade of the Hero down to the cave at the end of the Lanayru promenade. Once outside the wind and safe within the regulated temperature of the cave, he started a fire, then parked the Shade in front of it before setting up a portable cook pot and pulling every blanket and spare warm item he could find in his pouch to wrap his companion in. Hot chocolate. This kid (he looked very young huddled there by the fire) needed hot chocolate.

“So, am I going to get stabbed the second I turn around?” He asked, trying to sound casual. Yiga played sympathetic on occasion for as long as several minutes, and the shock and cold still seemed to have kept Shade stunned.

“N-no. I'm not... I don't want to fight you. Please. I don't want Him to bring me back again. Don't kill me.” That was a whole lot to unpack, but it didn't take a ton of wisdom to see Shade meant it. He was terrified.

“Whoa, easy, Buddy.” Link tried to soothe, finishing with the pot and dumping two bottles of milk and a whole bunch of chocolate into the bowl. “I'm not going to do anything...” He rambled while the hot chocolate warmed, rambled about Cotla’s grotto below Kakariko, about shield surfing down the mountain chasing a beam of light, about the Stable Trotters and the Dondons down in Faron, about the thousand random tasks he'd found time to do while gathering his courage to plunge into the Depths again. Eventually, it seemed to soothe Shade. He put a mug of the warm milky-chocolate in the boy's hands and sat beside him. Shade curled into his side so much like Zelda had right after defeating the Calamity, desperate for Hylian contact. He didn't like what he could conjecture about Shade's story, and the evidence in the thin form in his arms wasn't any more comforting. He began dreaming up more ways to murder that Demon King. Pushing him off the top of the Stormwind Ark and letting him splat into the tundra was no longer enough. He needed something more painful...

JFIEOWAJFOKSAJFIEOW WAAAAAAAH AJ

I want you to know that when I first saw this I was in bed trying to convince myself to get up and this was such a comfort and amazing thing to find and read. And tonight at work I found it again and got all excited and happy and it helped me settle a bit, tonight’s been an interesting ride lol

POOR LITTLE SHADOW he was so scared when Wild asked about if he was gonna attack T-T AAHHHHH I LOVE THIS AJ

Have I mentioned that I adore this BECAUSE I ADORE THIS <3 <3 <3 <3

AH I’m going to read and reread this <3 Thank you so much for sharing <3 <3 <3 <3

[dementation]

my OG wow main is finally getting to BE a roleplay toon like i’ve always intended for her <3

this is professor luna peccaminosa, a well-born pyrewood resident whose cowardice drove her to arugal’s experiments in the hopes that his worgen research would allow her to avoid the curse of undeath. after his death, she finally escaped his cruel service (wherein she got the burn on half her face) and roamed free for a while. one archmage beheading + resurrection by the lich king later, she felt his pull yet again and found herself in the plaguelands, where she promptly was killed and turned into a death knight.

after the events of wotlk she has decided to use her new strength and eternal life to learn whatever she can about the world and its history. she studies kaldorei rituals and relics and sometimes teaches at the stormwind mage district!! but she’s usually called on for some adventure or another. no rest for the angry dead, etc.

[thelearnedsoldiertoo]

Highlord Auridyce Rialla

A continuation of this post, fifteen years after witnessing her big sister's death in battle, Auridyce has made a name for herself as an experience Blood Knight and skilled Paladin Officer; through a somewhat complicated and bizarre series of coincidences, misunderstandings, and windfalls, she found herself asked to command an Order of Paladins tasked with reclaiming Duskwood from the dead that plague its forest eaves and the curse that afflicts its people on behalf of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Seeing this as both a way to reinforce the peace after the Fourth War and to help her sister(who she believed at the start of the conflict was being controlled by the Banshee Necromancer, Sascha Cruor), Auridyce formed the Order of the New Dawn, an Argent Crusade-style organisation dedicated to reclaiming the darkened lands south of the river--metre by metre if necessary.

Huge kudos as always to @cadhla182 for the amazing work!!!

(Combination art of the two sisters, fifteen years since the previous one)

[vyvienne]

The Ore and the Raven

I am reclining on a velvet chaise lounge in my room, again impressed by the luxuriousness in which the Sin’dorei live. I have a small wooden lap desk settled carefully on my knees with quill in hand, scribbling furiously. A cup of tea sits within reach on a small table and beside it is the beautiful raven Skormosh made for me. Tonight he requested one ton of Elementium and would prefer it within two days. I have no idea if my contact Liadrea is able to obtain this amount within the given time frame but if it’s possible, she will find it.

I joined my new group in the local pub in Orgrimmar called the Wyvern’s Tail. I have to admit it isn’t what I am used to. It’s much more...what’s the word? Gritty. That suffices. Fights, people yelling, it was certainly an eye opener. I thought the Pig and Whistle, my former haunt in Stormwind, was uncouth. Compared to the Wyvern’s Tail it was positively mannerly. And it had no chairs. What would Ham think, having no chairs to thieve?

However, it was pleasant to be out in the city around others. I spend too much time alone, I know I do. But that wasn’t exactly true. As if reading my mind, I feel something behind me. A slight ripple in the air, nothing more. I don’t bother to turn, because I know that feeling very well. My raven Amity is now standing tall as a beautiful and lethal Kaldorei.

“I do not approve of this new group you are becoming involved in, Vyvienne” the Kaldorei says. Her voice is soft and hard to hear. She disliked speaking common, saying it was hard on her sensitive ears. After years, I knew a bit of Darnassian but not enough to converse fluently with her. “You approve of very little I do these days Thorne. You’ve known me for over a decade. Why does this surprise you, of all things?”

The Kaldorei is shorter than her kin but her presence fills the room. She moves just like the cat she spends a good deal of her time shifted into, outside of playing my raven. “To watch over you” she would always say. She slinks across the room, choosing to sit on the floor as if the décor of the inn annoys her. Her robes are colored like earth and sky and she wears no shoes. Her scent is of jasmine and earth. “Why do you feel the need?” Thorne asks directly.

I put the pen down, turning to look at her. I knew this conversation had been brewing for weeks and I wanted to speak directly so there would be no misunderstandings. “You know what I want. I want my daughter back. Alive, Undead, it doesn’t matter to me how she comes back as long as she does.” I wait because I know how Thorne feels about the Undead and how she feels about using magic for “forbidden” reasons. She wasn’t alive when the Well of Eternity blew up but her parents told stories that had been told by their parents. Many Kaldorei looked upon magic suspiciously to this day and even though Thorne was a druid who focused on manipulating not just earth, but also the heavens, she still had that deep, genetic feeling.

“You cannot do that, Vyvienne” she says. “It is unnatural. Allow your child to join her father beyond the veil. Or do you plan to bring him back as well?”

“No. He took her from me. I have no desire to see him again” I say simply. It was the truth. My love had withered to rage, even with my thoughts that my father had somehow manipulated Drex into leaving. It was my nature to be untrusting and suspicious. I was tired of fighting my nature. “I hear her, Thorne. I hear Angelinne and I hear Emily. Or I think I do. I won’t ignore her again.”

With the words finally said aloud to another living soul, I turn back to my note finishing it quickly. I melt the golden wax and affix my seal. I hold it out to Thorne. “Please deliver this to Liadrea. She will meet you in Northrend outside of Ham’s spa. I have asked her to keep an eye on it in case he faces any kind of trouble.”

Thorne eyes the letter, then me, then back to the letter. “I dislike Northrend. I despise Death Knights. You know why.” I continue to hold it out. “I know, but this is important.” She sighs. “It is not “important”, Vyvienne. Mourning your child is important. This is only important to you and that giant you’ve decided to befriend.” I narrow my eyes. “When, or how, I mourn is my own business” I tell her. Also, you have told me I need more friends. You cannot now tell me you don’t like the ones I’ve chosen.” While the word “friend” may not be exact concerning the Sanctum as of yet, it was at least in the vicinity.

My hand reaches up to touch the locket around my neck. Skormosh had asked about it tonight. I was not ready to reveal that it holds a small portrait of my daughter and an even smaller vial of her blood. A few drops at most, but I have noticed that since wearing it my magic was more potent. I wasn’t exactly sure why. Perhaps because it was infused with Angelinne’s power? I shake my head slightly, unwilling to hypothesize about it now, while having a somewhat major disagreement with my friend.

“Thorne, please. I do not wish to ask Elineda to do this. It’s enough that she’s out trying to gather information for me.” Thorne rolls her eyes, which looks completely wrong on her normally calm face. Her face shows calm even when she’s angry. “Trying, and failing, I may add. The young one is not nearly as trained as your former mentor would lead you to believe.” I snicker. “I think you may just be jealous you’re not out doing the same thing. I’ve told you it’s unnecessary to follow me everywhere and it is completely ridiculous that I need constant babysitting. I haven’t had a babysitter since I was in the cloister.” Once again, the Kaldorei rolled her eyes but she reached out and took the letter.

“Yes, and that turned out so very well did it not?” Thorne sighed, her voice nearing a level of sarcasm completely out of character for her. “When I lost Laeorn I wanted him back” she spoke, so low that I had to strain to hear her. “We did not have a child, but he was my lover, my mentor. He was my world. Then he was gone. You remember. The grief nearly drove me insane.” She paused, voice raising slightly. “You are insane right now, Vyvienne. Drexdan was wrong before, but I am not wrong now.”

With that, she shifted back into my faithful raven. The letter was now in her beak and she flew out the open window. I paused, watching her go. Thorne was my oldest friend, since I had rescued her years ago from an attack by a Death Knight in Ashenvale. It was completely by accident that I ran into the scene and didn’t even think. I attacked, giving her enough time to recover herself and help. It turned out this was her former betrothed who fell in the Third War. She would not have him in his “unnatural” state and it proved too much. He attacked her and probably would have killed her.

Since then, Thorne had been at my side, almost to the exclusion of all else. Even when she married, she spent a good deal of her time with me. I knew (and introduced) her husband, so it was no issue. He was often busy as well, being a loyal Kaldorei solider sent on many missions. I did not like asking her to do something she was uncomfortable with and she did not like that I had turned back to how I was when she met me. She preferred that I was still serving the Cathedral and baking cookies for orphans.

Those days are gone for me now. Even if my daughter wants nothing to do with me, it is better she is alive than not. And I will pursue this with vigor because I can do nothing else. That is me. That is who I have always been.

[eluviannaa]

Some RP bits from this week.

“Get to... ” Her head tilted, eyes searching. She leaned into the emphasis, almost incredulous. “ ...Stormwind?”

She trailed after the sound of his words, unsure where to begin. He'd asked how she had found herself in the Eastern Kingdoms, but such questions rarely offered a tidy reply. But more importantly, how much of this story did she feel like telling today?

The man held rank, after all. Hardly a stranger. Kinder than a formality. And she decided he might appreciate a genuine display, though somehow they still didn't know each other very well. She watched as some of the words wriggled mischievously under the tavern counter. She was on her own, it seemed.

“I don't often come here as my business keeps me in Kul Tiras. But, as the story goes, it's best to keep one's wits about oneself. Especially in the company of cultists.”

Taking a drink from the comically large wooden mug, she gently narrowed her attention, noting the spectral chill weightless at the edges of his coldlight eyes.

“I suspect your own story is equally as difficult to put into a few sentences, no?”

The Death Knight returned the gaze, lightly grinning as he chuckled to himself. “You'd be far from the first cultist I've had in my company. Surprising as it may be, however, you are by miles the most collected among them.”

She laughed a little less politely, though not unkindly. “And you wouldn't be the first to take me for one. I'm almost sorry to disappoint you. Usually, around less discerning company I might be more performative, but—”

A smile came at one corner of her lips. “Perhaps, now you know a little something more about me. As requested.”

[scourge-lover]

Arthas Timeline, from Paladin to Lich King

 A friend asked me to summarize Arthas’s induction as a paladin all the way to his defeat as Lich King in a more convienent way than the wiki, so I decided to oblige them. It’s kind of fun summarizing it in my own words mostly! 

This first part is when Arthas becomes a Paladin, to when he becomes a deathknight. More Parts to Follow. 

Part One

At 19 years old, Arthas went to Stormwind to become a Knight of the Silverhand. This is when he met baby Anduin. Sometime after is when he saw Thrall in Durnholde Keep still as a gladiator. After, Invincible suffered the fatal accident and Arthas had to put him down. Arthas visited Dalaran and spent time with Jaina. This went on for some time, and Arthas invited Jaina to Lordaeron to celebrate both NobleGarden and Hallow's End. Their relationship basically became public at that point. They slept together during Hallow's End. For the Winter Veil Party, Arthas realized things were moving too fast and ended the relationship. Arthas was one of the jurors during Tirion's trial that ended in the old paladin's excommunication and exile. Orcs started to break free from the internment camps and Arthas went to Strahnbrad with Uther to defend the town from raiding orcs. This is when Arthas killed the black dragon Searinox. They defeated the blackrock clan leader who was leading the raids. A plague started to effect Lordaeron and there is official confirmation that Arthas is 24 years old at this time. Jaina comes to join him because the Archmage thinks the plague is magical in nature. They discover undead and an infested granary which lead them to Brill and Kel'thuzad, whom they pursue to Andorhal. Andorhal's grain is discovered to have been already shipped out to outer villages. This is where Arthas kills Kelthuzad but not before he is warned about the dreadlord leading the Scourge, Mal'ganis. They stop at Hearthglen to rest, but there is news of undead coming. Jaina leaves to warn Uther and bring back help. Arthas discovers the villagers of Hearthglen have eaten infected grain and are directly turning into undead. Arthas and his forces barely hang on until Uther comes to save them. Arthas travels to Stratholme and meets Medivh, who fails to convince Arthas to leave Lordaeron to the undead and go to Kalimdor. Jaina had been following him and tries to tell him that Medivh might be right, but Arthas ignores her advice, determined to defend his home and people. Stratholme's grain has already been distributed and baked for the townspeople to consume. Uther catches up in time for Arthas to order a purge of the entire city. Uther refuses and Arthas strips him of command. Uther and Jaina leave Arthas. After killing some of the people of Stratholme, Mal'ganis shows himself and vows to meet in Northrend, spurring Arthas to chase after him. Arthas burns Stratholme and takes the royal fleet, but not before meeting with Jaina one more time and ignoring her warnings. Arthas and his men leave to Northrend, landing in Daggercap Bay. They look for a place to set up base and are attacked by Muradin Bronzebeard's explorer expedition. He tells Arthas they were looking for a rare artifact called Frostmourne when they were attacked by undead. They join forces and start searrching for any signs of Mal'ganis An emmissary comes via Zeppelin and tell Arthas's men they have been ordered to return home. The men are happy to abandon their posts and head through the forests to the ships to go home. Arthas is furious when he gets back, and they are gone. He goes and finds some mercenaries to hire and manage to reach the ships first. Then he sents fire to them but when the men finally reach the ships, they are upset. So, Arthas accuses the mercenaries of burning the ships and lets the men kill the mercenaries, much to Muradin's disgust. The only way they were leaving, Arthas said, was when they were victorious. They continue to search for Mal'ganis, who taunts Arthas about his impending death and has the undead attack the base. Muradin and Arthas leave in desperation to find Frostmourne. They manage to track it down and the Guardian attacks them not to protect the blade from them, but to protect them from the blade. They reach Frostmourne and after reading the inscription at the pedestal, realizes its cursed but Arthas declares he'll suffer any curse to protect Lordaeron and asks for the sword to be released. The ice breaks and a piece hits Muradin in the head, knocking him unconscious but Arthas assumes he is dead. He leaves with Frostmourne in hand. He easily defeats Mal'gani's army and the dreadlord himself who is shocked when Arthas tells him the Lich King is instructing Arthas to kill him. Afterwards, Arthas leaves his men and runs off into the wilderness, but later the men search for him one by one. Falric and Marwyn are killed first, and then Thassarian, and then the rest of them.

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Azrael "Azraelagos" Knightly

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Basics Name: Azraelagos

Nickname: Azzy, Knight

Alias: Azrael Knightly

Age: Ancient {15k plus}

Race: Dragon - {Green/Blue Cross} \ Horned Half Elf Visage

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He / Him - They/Them

Sexuality: Homosexual / Polyamorous / Open

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Relationship Status: Single

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Physical Appearance

Hair: sapphire fading through teal to emerald at the tips.

Eyes: bright violet rose ringed in fuschia limbal rings

Complexion: Light tan {emerald and blue mottled scales in Draconid and Dragon forms.}

Height: 6'2" {Visage} - 8'5" {Draconid} - 55' {Dragon}

Weight: 215lbs {Visage} - 310 lbs {Draconid} - 65k lbs {Dragon}

Build: Androgenous, Toned

Piercings: Both ears pierced multiple times in visage form.

Distinguishing Features: Sweeping horns apparent in all forms. Light emerald scaling across visage form in patches.

Common Accessories: Flower crowns in various colors, Kilts, various rings.

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Personal Information

Profession: Healer / Tradesman

Hobbies: Gardening, Stargazing, Singing, Bartending

Languages Spoken / Written: Arcane Linguist! {They can speak, read, and write all known languages.}

Languages Other: Flower Language, ASL

Residence: Bel'Ameth

Birthplace: Ohn'ahran Plains

Common Haunts: Stormwind, Shattrah, Valdrakken, Val'sharah

Likes / Favorites: Gardening, Cuddling, Kilts, Magic, Cute Animals, Romance Novels, Elves {All Elves}, Fluffy Things, Flowers, Music, Dancing, The color Teal or Turquoise.

Dislikes / Fears: Violence, Bullies, Animal Abuse, Cruelty, Corruption {Nightmare Specifically}, Pants, Avocados, The color Yellow. {standard yellow, gold and golden adjacent are okay.}

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Relationships

Partner{s}: None

Children: None

Siblings: Half Sister - Flora

Parents: Deceased

Other Relations: Adopted Sibling - Rythecgos

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Mentality Social Level: Bubbly, friendly, outgoing, flirtatious, occasionally a bit of a himbo.

Positive Personality Trait: Compassionate

Negative Personality Trait: Libidinous

Random Quirk / Tick: His ears twitch, perk and swivel slightly like a cat in his visage form. - Occasionally purrs when exceptionally happy.

Addictions: Attention. He wants attention.

Habits: Tends to grow, and then weave flower crowns when he's bored.

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RP - Hooks

Most of Azrael's adult life has been spent amidst druids of the grove, or else dreaming in the burrow he shared with his half-sister and father. A dreamwarden, like most of his father's flight, he has spent most of his life away from the world as a whole, however a young friend recently convinced him to get out more, and see what he has missed, for good, or ill.

An avid gardener, stargazer, and and overall flora enthusiast, he is perfectly happy to talk anyone's ear off about various flowers, plants, and their healing properties, or aesthetic application.

In his free time, which is quite a bit as of late, he paints, and whittles. Perhaps you are looking for a unique gift for a loved one? He makes each order to personal specifications, and enchants them, when he is asked for that particular service, as well!

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