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Carrying The Torch
It had been many years since the Holt family had all but dissolved, leaving an unlikely cousin to carry the torch of the once great house. He had joined the ranks of the Legion of The Dawn, fighting alongside his new comrades.
But now as everyones eyes were on the skies, and the dead were making their presence known, Tiom could not help but wonder how long it would be until he saw some familiar faces..
What’s gone is gone.
Tiom sat inside his study, staring blankly out the window. The events of the last few weeks had not only turned his world upside, but ripped it apart and set it aflame, burning away just as Teldrassil had. He moved quicked, following Vladimir’s orders to help the survivors, to see them to safety. As he gathered those who remained aboard one of the many ships that came to Darkshore, he looked up at the hellfire, and he know that Sarahni had gone there to help, to see as many as she could to safety.
Sarahni...
As the Alliance forces were called upon to stage the attack on Lordaeron, Tiom made his way north with the Reivers, as well as Sarahni. She was quiet throughout the journey. When they made camp, she sat quietly looking into the fire. He sat upon his horse next to her before they charged, all of the Holt bannerman and their soldiers, the many Stormwind soldiers, into a battle that was most uncertain. The things the Banshee Queen released upon them was only from the minds of the most wicked. Lordaeron no longer belonged to the Horde, but it was laid to waste, blight being the only citizen of the once great city.
Tioms wounds were minor, relatively speaking, when compared to the many who were maimed, and especially when compared to those who met their demise, but when he saw Sarahni upon the docks at Stormwind, only the worst thoughts came to mind. Thankfully, she was alive, but without consciousness. With the aid of Khemra and some diligent medics, they were able to wake her, even get her home so she could rest properly.
At night Tiom laid without sleep while his wife tossed and turned next to him. What she witnessed was eating her alive, and their disconnect was only growing.
“We made so many plans, but I cannot be the woman you need me to be” she spoke softly to him, days later upon the edge of the harbors overlook. “You will only be seconded to this war...even third or fourth..” The words stung, but he married a soldier. He knew her heart, and as much as he wanted to argue, he knows she would not speak these words if her mind weren’t completely made.
“I will give you your space, then.” he said, turning away before she spoke softly again. “Tiom..” he turned to see her hand stretched towards him. He raised his hand to meet hers as she opened her hand, placing her ring in the palm of her hand. He looked down at it, and when he looked back up to her, she had gone.
Now Tiom sat inside of Forlorn Grove, it’s emptiness consuming, the silence drowning.
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Upon The Ashes Of War
Falling forward as she stepped through, Sarah coughed as she laid there on the shores of Darkshore. Every part of her body, mind, and heart ached for what transpired. Days of fighting had left her armor soaked with blood and dirt, though it was now covered in soot and cinged marks along the armor she wore. As she laid there, she so desperately wanted to just curl up and sleep, but that wasn’t a luxury she had right now. Clenching a weak fist into the sand, she grimaced as she pushed herself up to a shaky stand. Using her staff to keep herself steady, she coughed again and glanced out to the forest. No sign of Horde movement…or any movement at all. There was an eerie silence around her, as if everything had been snuffed out and-…she paused. The heat on her back became noticeable now, and the roar of crackling wood in fire was now piercing her ears. Glancing back, she nearly sunk to her knees. Teldrassil was lost. The beacon of Kaldorei civilization was now nothing more than a husk of it’s former self. Everything in and on that tree would perish.
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With A Heavy Heart: Part 1
The last few days had not been kind to anyone. News of the Horde’s disgraceful invasion of Kaldorei lands had weighed on her heavily. The Horde had always been an ugly blight on this world, and this latest action only cemented the idea. Action had to be taken, but to do so would go against the very neutrality she swore to uphold within the Kirin Tor. This could not stand, though. Setting aside the banner of the Violet Eye, she swore to join this fray and do what Dalaran would not. In time, the extent of the Warchief’s plan would leave this Mage physically and emotionally exhausted.
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Tiom stood silently outside of the embassy, collecting his thoughts from the day. In his pocket was a small, green crystal, a gift from Khemra. She had revealed to him that his quiet, often granite demeanor made her wary of him. After all, gathering information was her specialty, and Tiom did not let much out unless prompted.
He explained to her that inactivity would lead to anxiety for him, and he found it best to just listen. She understood, offering him the small gift as a means to help. He appreciated it greatly.
In the middle of his thoughts, a dark haired girl had all but skipped up to him, smiling. It was his sister, Serilynn. His heart skipped a beat, as he had not heard from his sister for some time; she had even missed his wedding. Nonethless, he was pleased to see her. They spoke of each others whereabouts before the conversation turned to the events at Darkshore. The unrest had sent tension throuhout the city, and many had hoped it was only a skirmish, and would be smoothed out in time. Tiom was not so convinced. Mordnir, who was standing close by, had mentioned that there had been some trouble at his family’s lands, as well. The whole thing was unnerving.
“Where are you staying?” Tiom asked his sister, attempting to push the conversation to a more civil topic. “Would you like to come and stay at the Forlorn Grove for a bit? I am sure Sarahni would not mind.” He wanted his sister to be around, and there was room. Besides, it was time for his wife to meet his own blood, as it were.
It seemed that conflict was imminent, and Tiom knew to count his blessings and keep his loved ones close while it was still possible to.
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The Drums Of War Thunder Once Again.
It all seemed like a dream. With the defeat of the Legion, I thought she could finally relax for a little while. My days since returning from Argus had been mostly spent doing what I loved, letting the thoughts of future conflicts become shelved in the back of my mind. Life was slowly going back to normal. But, it was not meant to last. The sword that now stuck out of Silithus had proved to be more than just a thorn in this world’s side. With the discovery of this brilliant new mineral called Azerite, it seems that the circle remains unbroken.
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Ooc. The gulf coast, Grand Isle, Louisiana.
Being ooc for a moment. Traveling around the South Eastern coast, gotta see some cemeteries!
A nightmare of Tiom dying in your arms. And just as the last glimmer of life begins to leave his eyes he confesses "I'm in love with Adhelin and always have been."
*Squirming slightly in her sleep, her breathing would become harsh as this dream crept into her head. As it played out, and she heard those final words, Tiom would feel a sharp punch to his arm. If he were to wake up from it, he would see Sarah’s arm still extended to him, but she was fast asleep and snoring away.*
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Tiom stirs from his sleep, confused as the pain burns through his arm. He turns to see his sleeping wife, a soft smile growing on his lips. He knows the stress she is under, whatever it was, causing the small outburst in her sleep.” You are my everything”, he says softly. He settles in, facing her. He grabs her hand and holds it close to his chest, falling back asleep.
A time for rest, a time for action.
Marriage suited Tiom better than one may have thought. His idiosyncratic quirks and often off-the-cuff behaviors have taken a mild turn, while his recent retirement from the Lionsguard to pursue more academic endeavors in Archaeology had kept his mind busy.
Weeks had gone by, he had enjoyed his new position as just a member of the Holt family, but this feeling soon passed. He would see his wife come home everyday, coordinating with his old cohorts about steps to take to secure this or that. She was a part of the action, as he once was, and he started to feel a disconnect, not as much from her, but from his family, and most of all, himself.
On his wedding day, Vladimir had mentioned how he would love to see Tiom working with Lionsquard once again, and this thought had stayed with Tiom until he finally reached out. Vlad agreed to let him join the ranks once again, but he would be put to the test.
And tested Tiom will be.
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[Tiom]: Social nuances are not my strong suit. I should let you to …“her”..whoever she is. Adhelin parts her lips to retort with something witty but admittedly it sounded harsh and so she stopped herself. “We all have our weaknesses, my dear. And yes, the Kaldorei beyond the door was summoned.” Tiom eyes his cousin that he knows so well. “Fucking say it.” Adhelin smirks and walks right up to her cousin, as close as she has been to him in some time. She softly, quietly presents her unintended insult. “It’s because you’re a man, Tiom.” With that said she quickly pecked his cheek before taking a step back, a wild grin tugging at her lips.
Tiom squints, not being one for gender roles or the like, but goes for the throat anyways. “True. Mainly because we are more concerned with more important things such as clearing Argus and making sure Addlewood is not overrun.”
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Wedding Preparations
The time was upon her. She had done all she can, but would it be enough? Her trip home seemed like a small panic as she bathed and dressed in a more casual way than usual. No armor for the rest of the night, unfortunately. Did she have everything? Her dress? Check. Makeup? Check, Brush? Check. Things always made more sense when they were categorized, she thought to herself. After collecting a few more items, she quickly ported herself to the Arathi highlands and began to get ready. Sure, she had time still, but she always did like to get things done early.
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A Present?
A full day with no work done. Sarahni shook her head as she marched along the cobble streets of Stormwind towards the Holt Embassy. Though she tried her best to get things done, she couldn’t help but stare at the clock all day. In mere hours, her life would change and she would be going into the next step of her relationship with Tiom. Soon she would be his wife. A flurry of thoughts and emotions ran through her every time she reminded herself about it, and she was eager to just have it all said and done.
Upon arriving to the familiar building baring the blue and white banner of House Holt, she couldn’t help but notice something. Sitting on a crate outside of the Embassy was a Box wrapped in paper with a red ribbon on top. With a curious brow raised, she moved closer and reached to turn the attached tag over.
“Dear Sarahni,
We hope you have an absolute BLAST at your wedding. The FLAMES of love always BURN brightest during such momentous occasions.
-Anonymous”
She read the note aloud to herself, taking a moment for it to register. Those uppercased words definitely seemed intentional. “Blast. Flames. Burn…” Her eyes narrowed as she put the pieces together. “Cute…” She said flatly. “Those two really must have a low opinion of me if they think I’d fall for this..” Not wanting to even touch the box, she took a few steps back and moved into a casting stance. To the untrained eye, she looked as if she was readying herself to conjure a portal, but her movements seemed different. From the palm of her hand, a quick flash of violet would erupt and encompass the box. All around it’s edges, a lining of Violet magic formed until the box was completely covered. Satisfied with her work, she would use her other hand to form the rip in space and time beneath the box and send the box sailing downwards. She had no time for this, and would have to inspect this “gift” later. For now, she had to start getting ready.
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Journal Ten: Entry Twenty Eight
“The Azerite that Alex had collected proved to hold an incredible wealth of information, yet much remains unknown. I feel as though I don’t have the right equipment to fully understand this material and that I’m running at a snail’s pace. My mind continues to race with theories and ideas on how to proceed with it all , but I feel spread thin lately. It’s probably the wedding preparation on top of all this, and thankfully that will be done in a week. Tiom is sweet. The man may not understand the properties of Arcanic Leylines coursing through the planet, but he knows how to help make my day a bit easier. Just him being there even helps keep me grounded. “
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ICly it is in the Arathi Highlands.
OOCly it is in Light’s Dawn Cathedral in Gilneas.
OOCly reception is in Greymane Manor.
6pm Server Time.
Everyone @householt @tiomodm @theodorebennas Everyone@oathswornvanguard @susan-gampre @galenthraece @serilynnmaze @alliesweetsong-wra @elizebella AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO ICLY ATTEND!
SHOUT OUT TO @feathers-of-a-dove for making the invitation. I love it!
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Anything by AC/DC. Mainly back in Black.
a song you can’t help but dance to
Golden Years by David Bowie.
