Aidan Dawningblade

The Burnt Knight - Some NSFW themes

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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

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[felonous]

Say Anything Saturday!

~* Confess something on anon *~ ~* Whisper something into their ear *~ ~* Write an (non)anonymous letter *~ ~* Say something to cheer them up or even piss them off *~ ~* Tell them something dirty to get a reaction *~

Say anything!

Anon is on!

[extramadness]

[thesilvercrusader]

The Preparations.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Sylris spoke, looking up from the counter top he was working at, preparing ritual ingredients and glaring at Aidan’s body. “You’ve died three times, now. Only two of them were physical.” He added, looking back down with a shake of his head. “I don’t know why I’m still trying to talk to you. You definitely can’t respond. Maybe its to keep myself from going insane, though the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over whilst expecting different results. So. You’re an asshole, and I have half the mind to let you stay dead.” The Crusader finished, dropping a few sliced ingredients into a bowl and dusting his hands off.

“Tell me, brother. Do you know how badly you hurt the woman you claim to love?” Sylris continued, carrying the bowl and the runeblade over to Aidan’s body, setting them on a table, and tucking the runeblade onto his chest.  “Isoria has broken down in tears over a dozen times because of the things you’ve done. You hurt her in a way I don’t think many people would be able to, and despite that, she still wants to forgive you. She just doesn’t know if she can.” He mused, resting his hand on the side of the coffin his brother rested in, watching the perfectly still face for a moment, before he looked to two sets of armor on the other side of the room; The first, the armor Aidan had worn before his corruption. Cleaned to a shine, a tattered red cape clung to the ancient, decorative plate. 

Beside that, stood another set. A darker looking collection, engraved with skulls and dark magic. The armor he’d worn while he was under Arthas’ command. It seemed to resonate the command of that fallen Prince.  “The things you’ve done, brother. I know how much you adored that woman, but how can you hope for her to look at you the same after everything you’ve said and done?” Sylris murmured, one hand moving to lightly pat Aidan’s shoulder, letting out a long sigh.  “I’ll bring you back, Aidan. You should’ve never gone to Lordaeron, if I’d only been there..” He added, watching his brother with a solemn gaze, before straightening up, lightly squeezing the former Knight’s shoulder. “Faith, Charity, Justice, Sagacity, Prudence, Temperance, Resolution, Truth, Liberality, Diligence, Hope, and Valor. Do you not remember the vows you swore, Danny? You’ve broken so many of those vows, not much of them remain.” Came the addition, before he lifted his hands to the lid of the coffin.  “Alystra’s alive, you know. Isoria knows her, apparently she expressed interest in joining the Accord. Your fiance survived the battle you had sworn she hadn’t. What will you do with that information, I wonder?” He finished, pulling the coffin closed. “Until we meet again, brother.” Sylris spoke once more, his eyes glowing a brilliant gold as the candles illuminating the apartment extinguished, plunging the home into darkness as he walked out the front door.  Mentions: @aidandawningblade - Aidan Dawningblade, former Knight of the Silver Hand, current Knight of the Ebon Blade @spellthieve - Spymaster of Blackheart Accord. @extolledash - Blood Knight of Silvermoon, Aidan’s fiance who was declared dead.

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Leather Dragon Backpacks

Ihelen Bags on Etsy

[mistswoven]

😍 for Aidan, Syl and Paith

Three pictures, one stacked on top of the next.

The first was a familiar face that brought a sickening sinking feeling to her stomach. Aidan. It was quickly set aside without any commentary.

The next was a more welcome face. Sylris. He’d helped her through a lot lately. Her golden hues lingered on the picture for a bit longer, her head canting to the side. How she’d gotten her hands on this, she didn’t fully understand, but it looked like a comfortable picture, perhaps taken by a family member. “Red suits him..” She mused.

Another unfamiliar face, but a genuinely gorgeous woman nonetheless. “She looks so happy.” The Spymaster murmured, a small smile pulling at the corners of her own mouth. “Stunning.”

[ @aidandawningblade | @thesilvercrusader | and Paith, who doesn’t have a tumblr ]

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[thoughtkick]

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

George Orwell (via thoughtkick)

[aidandawningblade]

“Always, and forever.”

TW: Character Death Agony. It had been a long time since Aidan had felt pain like this. As if his very soul had been cleaved from his body. Ironic, since his soul was stored in a runeblade.  A short, jagged exhale escaped his lips as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. His apartment in Silvermoon held many memories for him. Memories of tanned skin and golden eyes, the first time Silence had opened his eyes.  Aidan shifted, letting his gaze trail to the kitchen, settling on an island there for a moment. His lips curled in the faintest of smiles as he recalled a bashful laugh, the glee in golden eyes the first time Silence had introduced himself. 

His head lifted, looking down at his side where black ichor stained the suit he was wearing, leaning his head back against the pillow after a moments pause. He’d ensured the Blade couldn’t get through the door of his apartment, so he knew he wouldn’t be revived until the General was ready for the ritual. Peace. “Finally.” He breathed, letting out a long exhale as the lichfire smolder in his eyes dulled, before finally extinguishing. Aidan Dawningblade, betrayer of the Quel’dorei and Champion of the Scourge, had been dead for a long time. But now the body that had held those choices, held that remorse, lay still.

[aidandawningblade]

The Frozen Wastes

“Because you killed the only pure part of me left a long, long time ago” Words that echoed through Aidan Dawningblade’s mind as he stared down at the seemingly unending Scourge that swarmed against the cliffside. “Knights of the Ebon Blade. The mindless Scourge can not be allowed to leave Northrend. Kill them all, for the Lich King!” Came an announcement from within the ranks of the Blade, just as the first wave of ghouls descended upon the line, swiftly dispatched without any real losses to the Knights. That was only the beginning, Aidan knew. As the Scourge continued to fall onto the Ebon Blade, they were slowly but steadily forced back from the cliffside, lest they be overwhelmed. Cultists descended into those ranks atop frost wyrms, watching us with wry grins upon their lips. Aidan’s twin runeblades carved and slashed, dispatching corpse after corpse as the memories of tanned skin and golden eyes ran within his mind. “Your corruption may yet be reversed, but you have to find it within yourself to forgive what you’ve done, else you will not survive the transition.”  How could he forgive himself, for everything he’d done? The innocent blood on his hands...  “Forgive me, little dagger-” That thought process was interrupted as two ghouls charged into him, opening his guard just enough for a fallen Knight- Wait. That was a Death Knight, they were supposed to serve the Blade. Traitor. That was all Aidan had time to consider, before the rogue Knight stabbed his runeblade into the mans shoulder, a curse falling beneath that plated helm, eyes turning black as a roar shook the glacier, the glint of bronze scales above, before the traitorous Knight of the Scourge found his head removed by those twin blades, black ichor spilling from Aidan’s armor. “Nobody goes home til our job here is done.”

( @spellthieve​ for mentions. Sort of.)

[sailor-rains]

WORLD OF WARCRAFT THEMED MUSE Q’S

content warning: death, necromancy, nsfw. spoilers: though they aren’t explicit spoilers, some questions are themed based off the cinematics released for shadowlands.

SHADOWLANDS - Okay so, they’re about to die, no comebacks. Now what? Are they dealing okay? Are they afraid of death and the moment of transition from mortality to spirithood? MANA - What do their powers and/or magic look like? Describe colours, smells, physical sensations, aesthetics etc. ARDENWEALD - Is there anything they regret not being able to save?  REN’DOREI - What ‘dark’ parts of themselves does some of their strength lie in?  BASTION - According to your muse, are justice and vengeance similar? When do they overlap, and when are they different? ARCAN’DOR - What is something completely contradictory about who they are? (ie. things they like, personal views, dreams, etc.) TIFFIN - Who’s someone in their life they wish they had -or- could have more time with? ANIMA - What does their soul, for lack of a better term, -look- like? Describe physical sensation, colours, smells, aesthetics etc.  CHAMPION - If they could switch their skillset to something else what would it be? Is there a different weapon or power they wish they could wield?  EREDAR - What do they think would help to improve the society they live in? ALLIANCE - What is a more worthy endeavour to them, survival or unity?  BWONSAMDI - What ceremonies would they want to be performed before and/or after their death?  WARPWEAVER - What colours and visual themes do they associate with themselves?  LIADRIN - Have they ever witnessed something so powerful that it restored their faith or belief? (it could be faith in religion, spirituality, power, themselves, someone else, etc.) SCOURGE - How would they feel if they knew someone was going to raise them as undead once their mortal life expired? PALADIN MARCUS - Which ways do they prefer to partake in physical intimacy? Tease the crowd with a detail only their lovers ever get to find out? CHROMIE - Hypothetically, if they had the power and capabilities to alter timelines, what would they do with it? Would they languish over their past or visit the future?  REVENDRETH - Hey, nobody’s perfect, right? List the traditional seven sins they would partake in from most often to least often. (lust, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, gluttony, pride) HORDE - When things are going wrong around them, who do they turn to for help? TURALYON - Who would you choose to voice act your muse? ETERNALS - If they were a worshipped entity, what would they be the patron of? What offerings would they want to be left at their shrines? CULT OF FORGOTTEN SHADOWS  - Have they ever blindly followed someone or something? What was it that blinded them? THALYSSRA - How much would they give or fight for freedom? Is there any price of freedom too high for them?  N’ZOTH - What is something they tend to try to overcompensate for? BANSHEE - Can they describe the scariest moment of their life? MALDRAXXUS - Okay, we get it, you’re a badass. We wanna hear more though so, what it is that makes them as cool as they are? TAELIA - What’s the best story your muse has ever heard?

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[aidandawningblade]

“Scourge”

Daily Writing Challenge Prompt: Scourge Day 12 2020 Shortly after Arthas’ return to Lordaeron. 

Arthas Menethil. In the span of thirty one years, the human had rapidly ascended through the ranks of the Silver Hand, swiftly becoming beloved by his people, only to bring a tidal wave of death sweeping over his nation. Lordaeron - once the most powerful nation in the world - had been toppled from within, by its very own crown prince. Aidan mulled over that as he stared down at the armies of the Undead Scourge. Unholy legions that had already swept over the nation, wiping out most of it. Arthas Menethil had already plunged his runeblade through his fathers chest, leaving the throne spattered with blood.

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[aidandawningblade]

“Curse.”

Daily Writing Challenge Prompt: Curse Day 11 2020 Present Day Aidan Dawningblade stood atop a Northrend mountain side, lichfire gaze burning down into the wastes below him. His lips were coiled in a bitter grimace beneath his helm, and words he’d heard spoken too many times by those he’d been damned with rang through his mind.

“What joy is there in this curse?” "I've damned everyone and everything I've ever loved in his name, and I still feel no remorse. No shame. No pity." “This kingdom, shall fall. And from the ashes shall arise a new order, that will shake the very foundations of the world.” “Tell them only that the Lich King is dead, and that Bolvar Fordragon died with him.” 

Finally, Aidan’s head lifted, staring off into the billowing winds. “May the winds of Northrend guide my descent to damnation as the darkness settles in.” Came his words after a few long moments, plated feet turning around as he carried himself further into the frozen wastes.  @daily-writing-challenge​

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. . . (season of the witch)

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