#young medivh

[sigurdjarlson]

I always found that sweet how a lot of the time in TLG Med would jump to reassure Khadgar or even apologize after snapping at him

And yet in some ways the cruelest thing Medivh said to Khadgar in my opinion was correcting him when he called Karazhan “Our Tower.” And reminding him he was there at his whim and he could send him away at any time.

And he never did apologize for that one and honestly I don’t really blame Med for that per se? It is his tower and Khadgar can’t tell him who is allowed there. What I mean is going by JUST the power dynamic they have as mentor-apprentice, Khadgar is absolutely out of line there

In some ways could have come off quite spoiled and entitled but the thing is I don’t think that was the case at all.

He’s become so comfortable in Karazhan he’d started thinking of it as his home. Then Medivh has in one conversation reminded him it very much was not his home and he could send him away at anytime if he so wished it

He’d finally found someone who cared about him, respected him and treated him as a person. He found a place where he felt he belonged for once in his life and…

No wonder he was so jealous of Garona for a while after that. He’d been reminded that all of it could be taken from him at any moment and here was someone stealing his Master’s attention.

Just thinking about how that jealousy so obviously comes with feeling like he’s not enough and insecurity about his place in Med’s life.

Just very interesting how I think it could very well have went over Med’s head as not that big of a deal too? One of those things he’d be like huh oh yeah I said that? Meanwhile Khadgar is spiraling about it

He could of also been absolutely aware of how harsh it was because Medivh does lash out like that on occasion (especially towards the end of the book as Sargeras gets harder and harder to fight) he can be a little shit we know this

(Don’t really blame him for that given being possessed by the demon lord Sargeras is probably just a teensy bit tiring /s)

Also seen valid and honestly very possibly canon interpretations where he’s also trying to push Khadgar away cuz he knows what’s coming and what Khadgar is going to have to do.

The more attached to him he is the more difficult it will be for Khadgar to do what needs to be done.

What better way to push someone away then hit them right where it hurts?

And yet even then I think those words hurt Khadgar deeper than he’ll ever know :(

[auntarivia]

Fun fact: I tried to remake Julia the Librarian into a more "fitting" character, way less op and canon-defying.

That's how I created Libra, a green dragon, that was still Karazhan's Librarian, but supposed to be a way more balanced.

Then I realised that her only purpose in life would be to be in love in Medivh, and honestly, I just didn't like that. I have a lot of balanced and well written OCs across many fandoms and original works. I deserve to have that one cringe self insert. And so Julia stayed as Julia.

Anyway, here are some old sketches with Libra that I made when I still thought about her:

Libra interacting with young Khadgar:

And Libra in comparison to Julia (and Khadgar for scale):

[skymagpie]

That scene in The Last Guardian where Medivh is teaching young Khadgar how to drink and then encourages him to levitate a cup while being tipsy, which ends in Khadgar cleaning the cup off the floor - that lives rent free in my mind

[drunkenworgen]

( @medivhthecorrupted )

"Oh.." Medivh scratches his bearded chin, "Be their friend and stick to them like glue. They'll either punch you and toss you in the gallows or they'll punch you and offer a drink. I mean that's how Anduin and I became close friends. Though he tossed me into the canal instead of the gallows, thinking it was funny. I couldnt swim at the time and he had to fish me out."

He gives the worgen a small grin, "The romance comes later."

Medivh flicks out a violet colored envelope that seems to be saturated in magic, "Or you can invite her to one of my parties. Guaranteed to hook up any young couples or enjoy a one night stand with your romantic interest. Mind the murlocs and the party crashing eredar lord."

She accepted the envelope with a curious sniff. Worgen habits. “…ah’ll keep tha’ in mind,” she muttered, smirking. She let her mind drift for a moment before snapping to the present.

“Sorry. Eredar lord? The murlocs’re less concernin’.”

[echthr0s]

[Plural Ask Game]

📢 1. How did you get your sys/collective name? Hellraiser (2022) introduced a new interpretation of the infamous puzzle box to the lore -- namely, the concept that "the Lament Configuration" is just one shape that the thing can take, and there are other Configurations that represent different desires and ultimately evoke different results from Leviathan. Laudarant is the one that represents the desire for love. We are likewise configured.

🔔 2. Who is the current host/frequent fronters? I, Medivh, am the one who is tasked with interfacing with meatspace reality. This is a singular (lol) role and generally only one of [Us] is capable of this feat at a time. Possessive switches are very rare and usually indicate a change in body pilots; however, the particular blendy-ness of Can Calah and I makes partial possession/sensation-sharing much more common with us specifically. The thing is, there is so much to Me/Us as an "individual" that it feels like a mini-plurality situation on its own. [We] contain multitudes, sure, obviously, but also We contain multitudes within those multitudes.

📎 3. Who is your first known alter(s)? This body has been plural since it's been conscious of itself, so we have very thin memory of the very first people who were here as we would have been quite young at the time.

🏳️‍🌈 4. What is your collective/most prominent identity? I'm not positive on what this question is asking.

🏳️ 5. What's your systems origin? Our "origin" is that we have been plural since we've been conscious, and that's truly all there is to it. The how of it really doesn't seem important or relevant to anything at all.

❗6. Do you have DID/OSDD? We do not.

🛂 7. What's your headcount? We are an open space, entities who have access to it may enter and leave at will. This makes it difficult to keep a count, because do I count people who have been here but haven't been seen in a while? They will always have "citizenship", so I'm inclined to, but then that just complicates matters (there have been. so many of [Us].)... I can tell you how many life signs are currently on the map today, and that would be three. Maybe four? I'm not sure how to count that fourth one.

👥 8. What's your brainmade to introject ratio? None of the entities currently in the Configuration were created by Us. Well-- not in this lifetime, anyway...

🤫 9. Who's your most mischievous headmate? (/silly) [We] tend to attract real serious motherfuckers. I am probably the most mischievous one, but not terribly so.

⚪ 10. What's your headspace like? We tend to imagine the Configuration as a star system with a <Tower/Tree> at its center and a dying star/black hole/Sun nestled in its branches. It is but one universe in a multiversal sea, and there is much travel between Here and other contained universes. Hence the walk-ins, and hence Us being here on Earth with y'all motherfuckers.

🤔 11. How did you find out you were plural? There was no "finding out", it has simply always been so. We found out the various terminologies for the phenomenon much later, but I will say that knowing them earlier might have saved us some confusion/distress in our younger years. :/

🗨️ 12. Random quote from a headmate, go! I can never think of these things off the top of my head. Can Calah is always saying wild shit, I just never write it down.

🗣️ 13. "Plural culture is…" I don't know, ask someone who's more tuned in to that sort of thing.

❤️ 14. What gives you euphoria about being plural? Just basking in the fullness and vastness of this state of being, of Knowing [Our] truth and feeling the awe and wonder that that Gnosis evokes. Delighting in the cosmic mercuriality and primordial chaos that keeps the Configuration, well, configured. Being in love with the Others, being so grateful that [We] have found each other despite the odds, despite the forbidding mundanity of this universe.

💔 15. What give you dysphoria about being plural? Unfortunately, being touched and loved Inworld doesn't do a damn thing for the actual body's touch starvation and isolation. It's very disorienting sometimes to be in such vibrant and fulfilling relationships on another plane of existence and have none of that reflected on this plane of existence.

👤 16. Is there something that makes you different from other plurals? There are a few things about [Our] existence that I rarely, if ever, see reflected in writings from other plurals. A lot of people are really invested in certain dichotomies that we feel are... muddled and ultimately irrelevant. Spiritual/psychological, endogenic/traumagenic, and so on. None of that reflects [Our] chaotic internal logic at all. What else... ah. We kind of resonate with Soulbonding as a concept but we feel like [We] take it a step further. Like... We exist here, right? But We also exist in many other universes, simultaneously. This existence is one of many stories being told about one entity (which in turn is likely one of many as well, but we're not telescoping that far out right now...), and in this existence we have the unique perk of having found gateways to many of those stories through the media this world creates. Likewise, those stories are often in active flux, being created by Us in real time, as they're being lived by Us in their own time... it does occur to me that maybe others do have experiences similar to this, but it's so goddamn difficult to explain that they just can't be bothered, same as us. -__-

[neveraguardian]

"There you are, Young Trust. So long since you have visited me here; I thought you would not return, this time." Perhaps the old Tower still has a haunting to give him, after all. // @guardianfallen

Surely, it cannot be yet another terrible trick, can it? Not another attempt by some fiend or aggressor to prey upon his ever-wounded and ever-grieving heart.

There is no oppressiveness to the air beyond that same sadness that lingers always within these neglected stones and empty halls.

There is no foul feeling of fell magicks. [ Or, at least, no more than that radiated by some of the artifacts kept in this place to be safe. ]

He should be able to sense if either were the case... shouldn't he?

And yet, he can summon forth no reasonable explanation for this... this spectre who stands before him.

His grip tightens on Atiesh as he squares his stance, ready to fight if fight he must, but his eyes... his eyes betray him, as does the quiet brokenness of his voice when at last he speaks.

"... Medivh?"

[ladymischievous]

World of Warcraft fic: A Twist of Fate Chapter 5

I am back with a new chapter. Originally I was planning on posting this chapter along with chapter 6, but I decided to go ahead for that readers can have time to enjoy this one. Chapter 6 is currently in the works, I can't guarantee when it will be out, but certainly sooner than my earlier updates.

Chapter 5: The Magus and the Mageling

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  “You look absolutely miserable.” Moroes said. He noticed the empty wine bottle that rested on the table by Medivh’s couch-bed. The sorcerer himself lounged on the couch but looked anything but relaxed. Moroes noted the darkened circles under his eyes, the paleness of his usually tan skin. He had half a mind to say something but refrained. “Late night?” 

Medivh didn’t have the energy to muster up a witty retort. He followed Moroes’ eyes to the wine bottle and gave a small, tired sigh. “Something like that. I know you want me to head downstairs, but I’m not in good shape today. I’d like to have some time to myself.” 

Moroes knew that look and that tone in Medivh’s voice. Something happened. Something that left the sorcerer feeling awful. If Moroes had to take a guess, it was Medivh’s own doing. His eyes flitted about the study, taking in details in his usual calm and practiced way. 

A wine bottle caught Moroes’ attention first. Empty. More likely, Medivh was dealing with the repercussions of drinking too much. What caused him to drink in access though? As mischievous as the mage could be, Medivh had made it a point to cut down on drinking. Incidents that Medivh refused to talk about, had made states of inebriation and lack of control unsettling to him. 

“What happened?” Moroes asked. 

Medivh was quiet for a long moment. He didn’t launch into a tirade of hurt pride, annoyance with the Kirin Tor, no, he was quiet for a while. That made Moroes feel more unease than anything else. Medivh lightly chewed on his lower lip as he thought. 

“Would you say that I’m a bully, Moroes?” Medivh asked, the events of the night before were still fresh in his mind. He had been replaying the night’s events back in his head over and over. Dissecting it all. Over-thinking. He was awful to Khadgar. He had been awful to him for some time now. 

“It’s to tell me when there’s powerful or dangerous magic around. It’s to protect me, it’s my...friend.” Khadgar’s words rang up from the back of Medivh’s mind. The look on that boy’s face was enough to make him pause. To drag him back from the wine induced haze. “How would you feel if someone did that to the clockwork construct you’ve been working on?! Just tore it apart just because they could?! Just so they could hurt you!?” 

Medivh’s eyes were fixed on the ground. He  did  want to hurt Khadgar. He wanted him out of his home, away from Deadwind Pass, out of Stormwind. Anything to put as much distance between himself and the Kirin Tor as possible. Twelve mages were pushed onto him. Most of them betrayed him, stole from him, spoke of him behind his back.

“You can be, when you get a way.” Moroes said honestly. “You can be truly wicked when you want to be. I’ve found myself on the receiving end of that sharp tongue of yours once or twice. I’ve put you back in your place easily enough, but I feel sorry for those who don’t know how to handle you.”

“How often would you say that I act like that?” Medivh asked, truly curious.

“As of right now, very often.” Moroes admitted. “You’ve been giving Khadgar a hard time, though, you’ve been balancing it out, somewhat.”

Moroes watched Medivh’s expression shift, his refusal to meet his gaze. He looked every part a young lad that had been caught making trouble.

“What did you do?” Moroes asked, his brow furrowing.

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The rest of the chapter can be read on AO3.

If you are new or wish to start from the beginning, the fic starts here.

[dont-eat-the-algae]

OOMF

Since I killed Alison, I've felt very nostalgic over this pair. I'm going through old docs, looking at old writing...

Medivh noticed the ring on his left hand.                 “A bit young for marriage, aren’t you?” Khadgar started, not expecting the question. He looked at his master, his tongue searching for the right words.                 “Engaged to be married, actually.” He raised the goblet to his lips, expecting that to be the end of it, but Medivh continued.                 “Her name?” He looked perfectly curious, with no ulterior motives for the questions. Khadgar opened his mouth to reply.                 “Alison. Wayfarer. She’s a fellow mage. We met just over a year ago.” The name stung as he said it. He missed her terribly; her letters were of course welcome, but he’d prefer to see her face, and wake up beside her just as he had been.                 “In my experience, it is rare for two mages to connect. Very interesting indeed, and for ones so young…” Medivhs words didn’t seem to be addressed to Khadgar, who had to admit, didn’t feel quite comfortable discussing his love life with his master. While he knew Medivh was no stranger to women, the very personal and quite taboo nature of Khadgars relationship with Alison was something he wanted to keep private. Not that he didn’t expect Medivh to not pry it out of him if he demanded it. However, his master seemed to be done with the topic. He straightened in his chair, eyeing his apprentice with perfectly neutral eyes.                 “Tell me, Young Trust, what you know of the Guardians.” I wrote so much about these two. I was obsessed with them; the cuteness mixed with the absolute tragedy of the first and second war was big. Plus the events that led to the two of them getting stuck in Outland. He'd been with this woman for literally almost his entire life and now she was gone.

[veldrune]

Warcraft Lore behind "The Prophet's Warning

The Prophet’s Warning

In the aftermath of the Second War, a mysterious prophet appeared before the leaders of Azeroth, taking the form of an unnaturally large raven. His cryptic warnings spoke of an impending apocalyptic threat, urging them to take action. Unbeknownst to all, the prophet was none other than Medivh, the former Guardian of Tirisfal, concealing his true identity to avoid being recognized as the sorcerer who had brought the orcs to Azeroth.

The Mad Prophet

King Terenas of Lordaeron and Antonidas of Dalaran, both wise and respected leaders, found themselves dismissing the prophet's warnings as the ravings of a madman. Little did they know that their decision to ignore the prophet's words would have far-reaching consequences for the fate of Azeroth.

Thrall's Vision

The prophet appeared to Thrall, the young warchief of the Horde, in a dream. In this vision, orcs and humans clashed as infernals rained from the sky. Upon awakening, the prophet urged Thrall to lead his people to the ancient lands of Kalimdor if he wished to save them from the looming threat. With the guidance of the elemental spirits, Thrall set sail for the distant shores of Kalimdor.

Jaina Proudmoore's Fateful Decision

While Prince Arthas Menethil refused to abandon his beleaguered people, Jaina Proudmoore, the young daughter of Daelin Proudmoore and apprentice of Antonidas, sensed the truth in the prophet's words. As the invasion began and Stratholme lay in ruins, Jaina heeded the warning and gathered her people to journey westward, hoping to find salvation in Kalimdor.

The Oracle

In Kalimdor, Thrall sought out the Oracle, guided by his new ally, Cairne Bloodhoof. At the Oracle's location, Thrall encountered Jaina and her human companions, and the two factions prepared to battle. However, the prophet intervened, revealing that only by ceasing hostilities and forming an alliance could they hope to defeat the Burning Legion and escape its corruption.

The Last Guardian's Revelation

In a shared dream, the prophet revealed his true identity to Thrall, Malfurion Stormrage, and Jaina Proudmoore. He was Medivh, the Last Guardian of Tirisfal, and it was his actions that had brought the orcs and the Burning Legion to Azeroth. Convincing them that victory could only be achieved through unity, Medivh rallied the unlikely allies to defend the World Tree, Nordrassil.

The Battle of Mount Hyjal

In the final hour of the battle at Mount Hyjal, nature's spirits, summoned by the Horn of Cenarius, swarmed around the demon lord Archimonde, ultimately destroying him. With the world safe for the time being and having repaid a fraction of his debt for his past sins, Medivh vanished, taking his place among the legends of the past. His powers waning, the Last Guardian departed the physical plane, hoping that the people of Azeroth would continue to fight together as they had at Hyjal.

[riogamistblossom]

Rioga's History

Rioga's life started in a small community within Moonglade, her being the eldest with two younger siblings she spent most of her time within the tree line surrounding the territory. While the three were still rather young their father a druid who was seeking out an attack on the Shatterspear tribe completed his task but was killed for his efforts. As retribution their mother was caught and killed as well but managed to gather Diosa and Roandi and have them sent to the Eastern Kingdoms to ensure their safety. Rioga was left behind in the rush, leaving her to evacuate and continue her education as a druid elsewhere.

BC: The opening of the black portal would have her dislike for Medivh and mages for destroying the environment, giving her dislike early on for Draenei and the Kirin Tor by association with arcane magic. She'd possibly make her feel as if we were wasting resources on aiding them in the outlands, until coming upon the black temple with Illidan and learning the true cost of life. Her ability to use Common would still be limited having her come off as crass to other alliance she comes in contact with. Knowing Rioga at this point in time, she'd be rather hostile or frustrated with most unless close to the character. She'd be more likely to have contact with other Kaldorei.

Lich: Her previous hate for mages grows to all of arcane magic during the Nexus War. Malygos having had turned his aggressions into Azeroth, Rioga strictly blames arcane users doing this upon everyone. Absolutely hostile, she turns her frustrations unto the Scourge completely giving herself giving herself over to the war effort. Rioga would be fully against connections with mages and very weary of death knights.

Cata: Rioga is deeply upset over the global impacts caused by Deathwing, with the world's shamans having joined to repair the harm caused to the land and its elements a deepening respect for shamanistic allies. Rioga had joined the aid in Gilneas helping the affected learn to control what she considered a gift, always having a dangerous interest in pack form. She had liked Thrall’s leadership for the fact he was more interested in the greater good of all but could not shake her hatred for the horde to look past that. Upon Garrosh’s use of arcane to inflict a toll on Theramore, Rioga had seen Jaina as someone to rally with letting up with some of her bias with mages.

Panda: Rioga had an interest in the teachings of the Pandarian, melting away some of the bloodlust she had been building into wanting to invest in pack form, inspired by the fact her youngest sibling had enrolled herself as a monk. She was deeply invested in the execution of Garrosh, leaving a crack in her belief in Varian as a leader; and a strong distaste for Wrathion. Preferring the warlord is punished even if it means she must take on the legion and horde herself.

WoD : Rio took the call to aid in setting up the garrison doing what she could to gather resources, to relax from a day’s efforts she would drink with allies boasting and telling stories of previous fights to numb herself from oncoming conflicts ahead. Upon the death of Velen in this timeline, Rioga is fueled with disgust for the atrocities done; she takes careful measures to begin her hunt with her fellow Kaldorei and her personal need for justice. During the destruction of cities in Talador, she resided in Shattrath giving aid to residents during the time of conflict and scouting for any signs of Gul’dan’s presence. Upon further destruction and invasions, she gives way from her mission to protect the sick and the weak. Reuniting with her sisters despite the chaos, their meeting was cut short they rushed to provide aid.

Legion: Upon the death of the king, Rioga takes to Val’sharah adding to the efforts to save the the wild gods. Debilitated from the sheer loss of life she experienced by the previous attack by Gul’dan in Draenor she takes to the grove exasperated and morose. She finds herself changing, her grasp on language and ability to be socially inept from where she had been as a child became muted; reverting to something more similar to her former self. Quietly sullen amidst the tall grass favoring her feral form despite the war continuing.

-wip-

[corruptedkhadgar]

There was no resisting that smirk that pulled at his lips nor the chuckle that soon escaped him. Archfiend? Now, that was something that he could take for himself, but . . . was it truly suitable? Maybe. He did ensure things went directly to plan - even if many had to be sacrificed as an end result.

"Oh, for when we know our weakness, we know how to combat it? Is that where you were going or was I wrong about that?" Perhaps. Perhaps not, but Khadgar wasn't truly going to try to devolve far into that statement. Nor did he actually know the origin of the statement at hand, but he wasn't about to let that small tidbit of information stop him.

"Titles are fickle things are they not? Given for great acts or terrible deeds. I suppose in this instance, the usual Young Trust doesn't seem to fit does it?" At least, that was what he was called by the Guardian, but that had been long ago. Nor did he think it was suitable anymore. Not when his world was ruins and all due to his own actions.

Following along because he wanted to impress the Medivh and prove that he was not useless. To prove that he was worth the others time . . . even if in the end he wasn't sure how the other truly viewed him.

"Archfiend if you will. Doesn't that just have an amusing ring to it? Almost suitable. Almost."

( @nixalegos)

" Weakness begs exploitation. "

The hooded man slowly turned, the voice familiar, almost welcoming and reassuring to anyone who'd ever once sought save the world. The face, more or less the same. What gave them away were their eyes. Lean and hungry, eyes lidded half in contempt. Judging, seizing, predatorial, monstrous in its hunger, unceasing in its appetites. The hooded man had seen those eyes a thousand thousand times. Everytime he looked in a mirror. "And wisdom is knowing how weakness perfects our power. YOU I believe, likely don't know the origin of that one...Archmage, Archfiend, Archmagus, by what title does the alternative don?" He said with far more confidence then one should have been allowed when ambushed by fel infused magi of alternative timelines.

@corruptedkhadgar

[sigurdjarlson]

Medivh: it’s pride month, Young Trust. You know what means?

Khadgar: huh? What? Do you want us to cast like… gay spells or something?

[auntarivia]

Alright, there it is.

I have no idea for a title tho.

It's been a while since I read 'The last Guardian', so forgive any inconsistency. Although I feel like the self-insert is the biggest inconsistency here lol.

Also English is not my first language so forgive me any errors as well.

Enjoy.

Echo of their steps and heavy breaths ran through the empty, wet corridors of Karazhan. Julia wasn't with them, but they didn't have time to wait or search for the Librarian, even though it was her plan. Whenever she was...

Scream of pain reached them from the top of the tower. Khadgar cursed under his breath. She was there already.

He burst through the door, with Garona and Lothar right behind him. All three froze in place when they saw the scene in front of them.

The ritual circle was ready, but neither Julia nor Medivh were in it. Instead, the Librarian was lying on the floor with her back naked and covered in blood. She was reaching desperately towards the circle and trying to crawl there, but she was unable to because of the Guardian.

Or whatever he just became, since Khadgar could swear that it wasn't his Master. His face was twisted into some weird demonic features, with a pair of horns growing from his head and eyes burning with green light. He was sitting above Julia, pressing her back with his knee and craving symbols in her back.

So this was that 'Sargeras' the Librarian warned them about.

Medivh, or Sargeras, or whatever it was, turned his gaze towards the intruders and growled like a beast. Librarian also looked up. Her eyes were bloody, tired, and dull. She let out a desperate sigh when she noticed them.

Guardian pushed her away, making her scream from pain once more, and threw himself towards Khadgar. The young mage dodged his attack and gave Garona free access to the demon. She struk him with her arm in the chest, making him lose his breath and take a few steps back. Then she jumped at him, angry like a feral cat, and pushed him to the ritualistic circle. They both fell on the ground and orc pinned Medivh to the floor.

"Khadgar!" yelled Julia with her sore, scared voice.

Garona rolled from the circle just right when Khadgar started the incantation. Medivh got up on his knees and tried to stand up when the circle lighted up with a soft green light. Librarian, despite the obvious pain that has been shaking her body, spread her blood on the edge of the symbol as her eyes started glowing in the same light as the circle.

Medivh let out an inhuman scream as the light started surrounding him and a green mist wrapped around his body. Then suddenly, the demonic attributes left his body and turned into a demonic torso, rising above him from his back.

"Now, Lothar!" Librarian's voice was desperate and full of pain. She knew that they had only once chance and it couldn't go to waste. Her drained face went even more pale when Lothar's sword swung millimetres above Medivh's head, right onto Sargeras' throat, and cut his head off clean. His body exploded with a wave of fel magic, throwing Lothar against the wall and sweeping Garona and Khadgar off their feet.

A silence has occurred as all five of them were laying down, drained by the fight and the ritual. Garona was the first one to manage to get on her feet, but she could only stand in place, confused and unsure who needed her help the most.

Finally, she decided to go towards Lothar, who was the closest to her. She helped him get up, but before any of them were able to say anything, a painful groan of the Librarian brought their attention. Exhausted, woman tried to crawl towards Medivh but was still too weak to manage to move. She gave the other two desperate look that they understood immidetly and went towards the Guardian. Lothar kneeled next to him while Garona walked further to Khadgar.

"He's breathing," said Lothar and looked at Julia. Woman managed to smile softly and then just closed her eyes, as if she finally allowed herself to faint.

***

She woke up feeling her chest burning from pain, and took a deep breath that caused only more agony. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. She was in her room, the window was covered, and light was dimmed. Her chest was wrapped in a clean bandage, and on a nightstand was a glass of water. She reached towards it and took a few slow sips. Almost as if he was waiting behind the door, Morose walked inside, holding a platter with a bowl of soup.

"Ah, miss Julia, you are awake. I'm glad, " he said in his unnaturally calm voice.

"Morose! Where are they?!" Librarian didn't wait any second to ask what she was worried about.

"Miss Garona and sir Anduin Lothar had to head out almost immidetly after your accident..."

"Good, we can't lose them. But Medivh? And Khadgar?"

Morose hesitated.

"They both are... alive and conscious, but I can't say they got without a scratch. They are now resting and..."

Julia didn't wait for him to finish. She rushed out of the bed and, forcing herself to ignore the agonising pain, threw herself towards the door and corridor.

"Miss, you are almost naked!" yelled Morose after her, although he didn't seem to be really bothered. He knew too well that trifles like that wouldn't stop her.

Julia ran up the stars, jumping over a few steps at the time. She barged into the Medivh's chambers without a warning.

Both Medivh and Khadgar were in Guardian's main room. Medivh was sitting on the couch while Khadgar was standing in front of a mirror with a bowl of water standing next to him. Both men turned towards Julia almost immediately. The

Librarian first looked at Medivh, and after deciding that he was in an acceptable state, turned her gaze towards Khadgar, which caused her to gasp softly. She rushed towards him and then carefully reached her hand towards his face. The grey hair, wrinkles... she tried so hard to avoid this, and yet Khadgar still suffered the same fate of losing his youth.

"Oh, Khadgar..." she sighed sadly. "I'm so sorry."

"Come on, I know I shaved for the first time, but it can't be that bad," mage responded with a chuckle. His old voice broke Julia's heart. At least he still had his sense of humour. And his eyes... they still had that young spark.

"Hey, it's fine, really." Khadgar tried to comfort the Librarian. "At least I look smarter now. I just have to get used to having back pain after taking too many steps."

He finally managed to make the woman smile.

"Well, if this comforts you in any way, I think that you are a real silver fox now." She winked at him.

Khadgar laughed nervously and looked away with his cheeks getting bright red. He still was that innocent boy, after all.

"I'm glad that you both are in a mood for jokes," Medivh's cold voice brought their attention, "But it's not time for this."

Julia carefully studied Medivh's face. He looked... acceptable. His face had few wounds from where the demonic scales appeared before, he was also more pale than usual, and his eyes were sad and angry, but other than that, he looked alright.

"How do you feel?" she asked softly, taking a few steps towards him.

"Show me your back," Medivh ignored her question and stood up.

The Librarian hesitated. She was concerned about her friend and his well-being. After all, everything they did was for him, so she preferred to make sure he was fine first, but arguing with Medivh wouldn't work anyway. She sighed and turned her back towards the mage. Guardian started unwrapping her bandages, which caused Khadgar to blush furiously and look away.

"Don't be a prude, Khadgar. I need your help now," Medivh rebuked his apprentice and waved at him to join him.

Khadgar stood behind Julia, and both with Medivh looked at her naked back. The Librarian looked at the mirror to see their faces, which caused her to widen her eyes and tensing muscles from stress. Both men looked concerned, Khadgar even afraid.

"What is it? Is the wound not healing?" she asked in a worried voice.

"It's not that." Medivh shook his head. Then he pat Khadgar's arm and pointed at the woman's back. The apprentice understood immidetly as he rushed for a piece of paper and coal. While he was sketching, Medivh gently ran his hand through Julia's back.

"Do you remember if... I said anything during doing this?"

"It wasn't you, Med. It was Sargeras. Don't blame..."

"Answer my question," Medivh cut her and met her eyes in the mirror.

"You were just mocking me," Julia replied, resigned. "Calling me stupid and weak. Saying that I would be just as easy tool as you."

Khadgar and Medivh exchanged looks, which caused the Librarian to worry only more.

"What is it?"

Neither of them replied. Khadgar only gave her the piece of paper on which he was drawing her wound. The woman looked at the sketch and frowned. It wasn't a normal scar. It was some kind of a demonic symbol, like a summoning circle.

"Do you feel something inside of you? Some other presence?"

Julia quickly shook her head and turned towards Medivh. They eyes met as both of them were just as worried and confused about what was it. Khadgar finally broke and wrapped his coat around Librarian's body.

"I'm sorry, I can't..." he mumbled nervously, but neither of his friends paid attention to him.

"You... you aren't pregnant, right?" Medivh asked nervously, just as if it was the worst possibility, and then let go his breath when the Librarian shook her head again.

"Then, what does it mean?" Khadgar managed to get himself together enough to ask a question.

"I have no idea." Guardian looked away and bit his lip, as if his next words were about to be the hardest thing to say. "But I don't think you should stay in Karazhan, my lady..."

"Med, don't blame yourself." Julia grabbed his wrist. "You weren't in control, it was Sargeras, you..."

"It's not about blame, it's about your safety! You could still be in danger, we don't know what those runes do!"

"That's why I should stay in the place with answers!"

"That's why I'M gonna look for the answers, and YOU are gonna stay away!"

"What?! No-"

"Please, stop arguing!" Khadgar's desperate voice broke in between their yelling. "Master, Miss Librarian is right. It's not your fault, but now we both should help her."

For a moment, there was a cold silence. Medivh sat down and glued his eyes to the floor.

"It's my fault. Everything that happened is my fault. I hurt you, both of you. You are not safe with me."

"Bullshit." Julia joined him on the couch and put her hand on his arm. "I knew the risk, and I was ready to take it. You know what I know, that was my choice. You are alive and clean from Sargeras, and only that matters."

"I still don't understand." Khadgar also sat down. "It was your plan, Miss Librarian. Why didn't you wait for us?"

Julia looked up into Khadgar's young blue eyes, contrasting so much with his wrinkled face and grey hair. She wanted to avoid it so much...

"I thought I could do this on my own. I wanted to save you, I was afraid that you would get hurt. And you were..." She once again looked away, ashamed.

"Hey, you said it yourself. I'm a silver fox now." Khadgar chuckled and elbowed her gently. "We are all alive and only that matters."

"I still think you should leave. Both. For your own good." Medivh kept being in his depressive mood, unable to look up. His feeling of guilt was clearly visible for his friends.

Julia pulled him closer to her and hugged tightly.

"Shut up. We are staying with you, " she declared. Then she felt Khadgar's arm wrapping around her as he decided to join the hug.

"Yeah, Master. Respectfully - shut the fuck up. We are staying."

[mycophobian]

This is so messy and arghhh it’s not good at all honestly. I just as quickly as possible wanted this idea out though. x__x What would Medivh do on his worst depressive days without Khadgar? ;W;

[skymagpie]

Actually your tags are perfect and I am being normal over Medivh and Khadgar

I like to think that even though Medivh could be a little mean in this childish way, he cared for Khadgar outside of the Sargeras' influence. Like moments like this GET to me

Also I think about this line in the chapter where Medivh and Khadgar talk about how time is not linear and then Khadgar gets the vision of young Medivh who talks to him directly. Like the double meaning of it!

I recently read "The Last Guardian" and I am absolutely delighted by it, I feel like when it comes to Khadgar content this is a huge "must read" because the whole book is just so good-natured despite the fact that this sets off a never-ending series of deeply traumatizing events for Khadgar.

Here's some things that canonically happen in this book and that I just found so endearing or fun:

The Kirin Tor literally sends Khadgar off to Medivh because Khadgar kept wandering the halls of the Violet Citadel at night and being so nosy that he caught his professors on drinking binges, sleeping with students or trying to summon demons. Medivh knows that they sent him here hoping he dies because he knows too much.

Khadgar rambling and babbling and being delightfully awkward

Khadgar forgets how to talk when he meets Medivh and makes some strange sound to which Medivh asks Moroes if "the lad is ill."

Medivh having scheduled times for breakfast, lunch and dinner and keeping to them. Also he and Khadgar are just eating porridge with sausages for breakfast every day when he is around.

Khadgar having his inscription set with him that he carries all neatly packaged and tidied up, even though he is this scruffy dirty looking teen boy.

Lothar and Medivh both have this dad relationship with Khadgar, but Lothar is like the cool supportive dad who would take you to a soccer game and would support you at pride with the wrong flag.

During this particularly deep conversation about time and space, Medivh encourages Khadgar to have a bit of wine, Khadgar gets a little tipsy and then Medivh encourages Khadgar to live a little and try to levitate e mug with his magic even though he has been drinking - naturally it ends with Khadgar cleaning the floor afterwards.

When Medivh falls into a coma after their demon encounter at Stormwind, he entrusts Khadgar with handling his mail and Khadgar spends most of his free time sitting next to Medivh's bed and reading him the mail - especially the funny parts.

In the same situation when Medivh wakes up, he sees the startled Khadgar on the floor (after a vision of Sargeras) and softly asks him why he didn't ask Moroes to set up a bed for him there if he wanted to stay in his room.

Khadgar goes very quickly from "Guardian! There is an ORC in the tower!!!" to "Garona is my friend :)"

Khadgar and Garona spend a lot of time rebuilding the library after Garon thrashes the place in order to save Khadgar's life. They make a makeshift woodwork station in the stables outside Karazhan.

Khadgar has like a lowkey puppy crush on Garona and this is actually innocently cute.

Khadgar and Garona on the road when they flee from Medivh is such a nice sequence because they protect each other (from the orcs and humans who would hurt the other one) and also about the fact that they feel betrayed by Medivh. Also Khadgar just wants her to like and trust him 😭

Lothar gets Garona to wear the Stormwind armor by telling her that it matches her eyes and that Khadgar will wear it - and then Khadgar also tells her it matches her eyes and she looks good in it. Lothar using elementary school level tactics to get them to wear the Stormwind armor is so funny.

I just feel like this book was really fun and the pacing of the story was great between building up Medivh as an antagonist who genuinely cared for Khadgar, solving the murder-mystery around him and had the right amount of just daily domestic stuff between Khadgar and him and Khadgar and Garona. Not to mention the excellent parallels between Medivh losing his youth and waking up as an old man and Khadgar losing his youth while also going through what is a very sad coming of age story for him.

[itsmalachitenow]

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