#warcraft IC

[safrona-shadowsun]

Mar looked down to the tacup in her freckled hands that was warm, even hot, a piece f cole in her freezing hands. "I don´t think tht I will return to the Arathihighlands. In my mind that man who calls himnself a Trollbane is still a Usurpátor and not chosen by the Ting." She looked up, a frown drawing a long line between her thick eyebrows: "My apologize. I drink your tea and only talk about my own problems. You sure have your own thoughts more important, Milady."

Teatime Tuesday

Eyes fixed on the half orc's hands as she struggled to warm them with the tiny, clay-sculpted cup of tea, Safrona let a wry smile take her lips in understanding of the confession. Fingers toying with the lid of the sugar vessel, the void elf returned it gently to the accompanying teaset that dominated the booth table between them.

"I think home is best when you are carving it out on your own, and not at the whim of someone's war. Of course, someone somewhere likes to lay a claim to every piece of land." Safrona shrugged as she let her eyes light around her Sojourn, the well-loved Pandarian establishment that housed them now. "But I think I have done well for myself. Though it has taken some years to find my own place, and have it feel that it is mine."

Safrona smirked at the little teacup that Mar tried to evoke heat from. "But I also think that there are better ways to heat yourself than with flavored water. You might take a room here, yes? You can steep yourself in a private bath here for an hour or so, if you like."

{ @shuuhuu / @halforc-mercenary }

[groundrunner100]

I declare these Olympic Games OPENED!!!!

[druidonity2]

Jaina of the blue flight and Varian of the black flight

[celestialkiri]

People on Twitter simps hard for my ice troll Rapsora 😩

[elyfar]

this took most of the day to do, but here are the current members of Atal'Lwa on Argent Dawn EU!

[gay-disaster-tiefling]

I popped off on these ngl

[ludvigrim]

[galderthefuzzy]

Protector of the Frozen Glade

While some of the dryads and frost nymphs are benevolent and good natured, others have devoted their lives to protecting the nature and their brethren at all costs.

Such is the fate of Verglas, the Ice Shaper. Her immense aptitude for frost and ice magic and the ability to seemingly call for the aid of elements at will has forged her into one of the most formidable defenders of Howling Fjord.

Her command of ice magic, conjuration and summoning has become something of a legend and her services were soon acquired by the Brigade, who helped defeat the Scourge in the area and aid with security.

I have finished this piece during the last days of winter (which was not so long ago here in Finland), in the anticipation of summer heat. I got this very particular idea about muted, snowstorm conditions for the piece, that wasn't easy to wrestle with - but I hope it worked out well. May it help you fight the rising temperatures (where it applies

[anielina13]

[kissfortheelves]

Ah'lu from the Wakari tribe (headcanon tribe from Koipiroska)

[hypodermicfroggy]

From my experience, enjoyment of the worlds of Blizzard games comes in a spectrum:

Overwatch: Because the developers refused to elaborate further with the lore on account of corporate greed and mismanagement, everything is up to speculation and you can basically do whatever you want with these settings and characters.

World of Warcraft: Please, god, stop elaborating.

[safrona-shadowsun]

The Fall

{Takes place on the day of Dalaran's fate, in the War Within.}

The world was on fire again.

Or at least, Dalaran was, in a matter of speaking. Not so much as on fire, as smashed to smithereens.

Life never left Safrona alone long enough now to relax for long. She had been spoiled for the last year, business adequately taken care enough without too much of her direct involvement. Her sister seemed made to manage the import office in Stormwind and Saraj had been in his element at The Red Room in Silvermoon. Her Courier teams were well trained - that she personally made sure of. Those that called on her personally always paid handsomely for her delivery or acquisition. Confessionals had become the expectant nearly every night, taking time to reunite with those that sought conversation. Even the Dead seemed less in need of The First Perished, giving her more time with her Orchid. The days passed with less worry, and more relaxed joy.

Until they did not. 

The problem with becoming a depended figure imbedded to the infrastructure of most civilization, was that people depended on you to deliver. As an unofficial Postmaster of Dalaran, the panic and unrest became maddening as requests and demands for assistance washed over her communications, asking specifically for the Courier by name in the wake of an entire city’s plummet. For such a small city, the connections and resources contributed and inspired by Dalaran had been an immense loss felt all around Azeroth, on top of the lives and homes lost. But moreover, Safrona had been satisfied to see her own ties forgotten to it - no one expected the Dalaran Mailroom to ever go dark.

The love of the convenience in Dalaran never completely outweighed the lingering resentment she held for the famed city and its citadel. A resentment that lingered in the delicately pieced together memory of a particular culling that had left her in disarray, lost to so many that had cared. She had accepted that resentment as the puzzle piece of her identity, a once Dawnsinger that would never be the same. Business had her passing quickly through for only the use of its portals when needed, nothing more. Some distinct spite had wished the portals would go dark, that the honored ‘throne’ of the Kirin Tor and their oh-so-selective involvement would no longer be regarded or needed by the rest of the world. 

Even among the horror, the distress of numerous voices and the demand of news from Dalaran, Safrona Shadowsun felt an inkling of vindication to know that damned city of her undoing had lay dashed to pieces. Some dark part of her had wished she had been there to see it fall. When she had finally stood among the wreckage, something inside her smiled with cold victory, embracing that resentment with a desire to see it bloom into so much more. 

She had not remembered how she arrived there, or how long she had been standing, watching the Nerubian forces try to end the rest of the survivors in the wreckage. How they had grown so powerful and came from nowhere, had been so effective in dismantling a single city. Perhaps it had been its time, and something better could be rebu–

“You are a courier?” The question cut through her reality, ending the dark fog of swirling thoughts her mind had wandered to. How long…had she been standing there, doing nothing, thinking…thinking of…?

It didn't matter now. Alleria Windrunner was staring at her with a stoic, but slow march down to concern as she waited for a response. “The Courier? The others have spoken of you.”

Safrona had meant to reply with all the professional grace she could muster. An explanation of her elevated role, the charm of invitation to business all was ready behind Lady Shadowsun's lips. But under the intense gaze of what amounted to be a celebrity, a bewildered answer came: “I…yes?”

The decorated Windrunner took in a breath, recollecting her efforts and patience as she pointed to the struggling forces. “We need an emergency supply. Backup. I am told you can be depended on to do both.” 

It was the Courier’s turn to sigh, hiding her trembling breath as she readied a void storage portal for whatever resources it could give. “Yes, yes of course.” 

Damn Alleria Windrunner, damn all of them.

She could not exactly say “no.”

{ Small mention of @thefirstperished }

[tutterypuff]

You peek inside your mailbox on a cold winter's morning and... What's this...? An invitation to a winter ball handwritten and addressed to you! For the feast of Winter Veil, Becky is having a princess themed party, and would love to see you there!

Draw your characters in their fanciest, frilliest winter regency clothes, and tag with #WinterPrincess2023 to attend!

[muiri-noir]

my lass

[memendoemori]

[thirea]

Small (bean/chibi) character design adopts I've finished recently~ All of them are elves this time around :)

They are all up for claim now on my Ko-fi which you can find below.

~ Ice Elf ~

~ Void Elf ~

~ Nightborne ~