Knowledge is Power

6,275 year old Kaldorei Mage with a thirst for knowledge, art, and exploration!

[aeril-silverwind]

    Aeril had been following around this Pandaren for a while, now. The gravel crunched under her boots and sweat stung her eyes as they made their way up the hill to yet another shrine. "We Pandaren do not worship our ancestors," Cho began, turning to place his hand on the stone before them. "but... we revere their memory, and the wisdom that they have passed on to us." Aeril nodded solemnly, already preparing herself for another long lecture. However, he turned towards her, smiling gently. "I would very much like to hear about your ancestors, stranger. Light the incense, and let's reflect on where you came from, hm?"

    She froze in place. "MY... ancestors?" The pandaren simply nodded at her and handed her a small torch, gesturing towards the bundle of incense beside the shrine. Taking the torch with a trembling hand, she then turned towards the shrine. There's no way it could know... could it? She jumped slightly, lost in thought, as Lorewalker Cho began to speak again. "Come now, stranger. I'm sure there's much to learn from your past." She sighed, and lit the incense. As the fragrant smoke began to rise, she heard a faint stirring and turned to see faded figures of blood elves staring back at her. Ghosts? No, they didn't appear to be sentient, simply visions, appearing one by one before them. "Ah, noble is your lineage! Your people possess GREAT power, and all the terrible burdens that come with it. Equally great has been your suffering. Now I see why you call yourself 'Blood'....elves...?" Cho's voice trailed off as he watched Aeril walking slowly towards the back of the group of figures with tears in her eyes. There were night elves. Of course, with Sin'dorei lineage, they were bound to be there. But yet, they still managed to surprise her. She gazed into the eyes of the Kaldorei warrior towering before her. He was tall, strong, handsome. Just as she'd remembered. Thousands of years of life and yet it still felt so long since she had been this close to her people. She brought a hand up to touch his shoulder and it passed right through the image. Right.     "Terrible burdens... you're right." The images before her slowly began to fade out of view, and she sighed, wiping her eyes. "Thank you, Pandaren, for bringing me to this place. You were right about it being very... enriching." She turned and smiled weakly at him, and they began to walk together back down the wooded path.

[oldgodfanclub]

I have this vintage lion ring that was given to me by a friend. It was from her Grandmother’s jewelry collection. I love it so much, and when I wear it I feel like a Stormwind noble.

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[turalyon-moved]

drew my high elf oc ka’ese again [flexes]

isnt he handsome

[stormwind-footman]

The small, dilapidated building in the middle of a Westfall farmstead barely remained standing since its residents had long since abandoned it. The Stormwind Guard’s armor clinked sharply through the crisp air as he searched the ruined house for anything. Huldah didn’t know what drew him to this place but he felt almost compelled to visit. As he slowly made his way inside the house, he spotted a half burnt and grime encrusted teddy bear. He knelt down and examined it between his armored fingers.

A short time passed before the unmistakable sound of a dragon hawks wings sliced through the air with the upmost grace and precision. As it passed overhead the roof shook slightly, causing dust to fall and settle to the ground. The Guard inside remained still as stone with the cloth object in hand as a perky mage bounced her way into the unlit house. She huffed and muttered a few words beneath her breath; producing a ball of light to float from her palm and into the center of the room. The light source was cool to the touch yet provided the ambience at least four torches. “Huldah, what’re you doing here?” She asked the Guard, her jovial attitude switching to concern almost immediately.

Huldah stood up slowly and turned around, still holding the child’s play toy. He removed his helmet with is free hand and let it fall to his side, causing a loud thunk of metal on dirt. With stony eyes, he stared at her in silence. After a long moment, the Guard let himself drop to the floor and openly weep. He tore off his gauntlets along with the leather gloves beneath and felt the bear in his naked hands.

“Bloodpride!” Aeril rushed to her friends side and wrapped her arms around his neck, shushing him and rocking gently “Shhh… It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.” She tried to reassure him.

A minute or two passed while she gently rocked him as he wept. Tears freely poured from his dulling, emerald eyes. Huldah took a few sharp inhaled to catch his breath and slowly calmed down. Eventually, the aged human stopped sobbing enough to speak. “I’m old, Aeril.”

She tried to her best to hide her smile from him “Of course you are, gramps. That’s why I call you gramps.”

Huldah shook his head “No. I’m old. I’ve lived my life for everyone except me. I dedicated my life in the service of the Light and what has the Light ever fucking done for me?” Tears still stained his withering cheeks and his voice was hoarse and rough. “It betrayed us when it took Uther from us. It spat in our faces when it turned its back on Bolvar. It turned its fucking back on us when it refused to save Tirion. Good men have died in service to this this this…. Monster. It disguises itself as moral and just and yet it allows us to fall and weakens our resolve.”

The mage stared at her friend with her mouth opened as if she were trying to find the right words to say but to no avail.

He clutched the teddy bear tight in his grasp and presented it her “I could have had a wife. I could have had a daughter. I could have had a family. This could have been my house that a built with my own two hands and my own strength and resolve. I could have had a peaceful life where I wasn’t forced to pick a fucking side. Where I wasn’t a slave to fucking nothing!” Huldah’s voice shook the straw roof “The Light is fucking nothing! It’s not real! I curse the false piety the Light brings to Azeroth! I DAMN YOU, LIGHT. AND ALL YOU STAND FOR!” The Guard grabbed his helmet and threw it against the wall of the house, destroying a good portion of the mud-caked shelter.

Aeril blinked. Despite not knowing what to say, she tried her best to comfort her friend “Huldah. I have seen the Light in you. You are a powerful vessel it uses to smite its enemies. We… We may not know why it does what it does, but you need to have faith that it will all work out. Every sacrifice given in service of the Light is a tragedy but it is also an immense honor. To fight for what you believe in as a person, as a human” she reached up and gently dragged her thumb across the deep scars along one of his ears “is to fight for good. I know you. You are moral and just and kind. You are not that way because of the Light but rather you are the Light because you are that way.” The mage gave him a small smile. “Come. Let’s do something relaxing. Let’s… Let’s work on our needlework, yeah?” She stood up and offered him her hand.

Shaking with rage and fear and misdirection, Huldah clasped her hand and pulled himself up. The paladin unbuckled his chest and back piece, let’s each hit the dirt with a thud. He removed his grieves and his boots. His bare feet touched the damp earth beneath him as he slowly, almost ceremoniously, walked outside and looked around. He disappeared from the view of the door and reemerged a few seconds later with a sturdy yet flexible switch in hand. The man pulled his shirt over his head and folded it, placing it on the ground next to him. He knelt down on down of his shins in front of the empty fireplace. “Step outside and create a portal to Dalaran for me. I will meet you there shortly.” He commanded in a trance-like voice.

Aeril obeyed for the sake of his well being and opened a portal to the floating city. As she stepped through the shimmering light, she heard the deafening sound of whipping cut through air and human flesh, followed by cries of pain and anguish.

The world around her shifted and she found herself in the bright and cheerful city of the Kirin Tor.

[meshugganeh]

Kirin Tor Alumni Of Higher Learning!

[wildnesses]

Anchor to heaven ⚓️

[sailstead]

[warcraftmovie]

Azeroth stands strong.