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Namariel had a bit different experience in the Pre-Patch Event compared to most others. She was always designed as a weak character, who snaps quickly to being bad again.

I myself enjoy her in that role. But that doesn't mean I (as a person) approve the things Sylvanas has done, as much as my character does.

Also, I tried to write something. Hopefully Tenko translates it into Proper English. ;D

 Finally. The pain was gone.

It was an ecstatic feeling to stand on a battlefield again. And on such a gruesome as well. The blood. The pain. The power.

She felt alive more than ever. Even if her body was already dead and ice-cold.

Namariel had tried.

She had tried to be good.

She had tried to be a weapon of righteousness.

She had tried to love.

But becoming a monster was so easy. And felt so good. There was still a voice in the back of her head that told her, that she was wrong. She wasn't lost. She could try to make everything right. That inflicting pain on others was not the way to go.

But that voice was nothing against the pain. And after all it was every man for himself. Namariel Pestblade was a Death Knight. And a monster. And a war-machine.

And this was war, and war was her natural habitat.

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Another EPIC piece of Yôkari’s rection to the Burning of Teldrassil and the conclusion of the War of Thorns.

Someone’s World is shattering.... and where is Namariel?

Done by my dearest bff @shalimaasfalan

<3 <3

Tenko

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Didn’t manage to upload my new Yôkari refs here yet, so yay <3

Done by the amazing @shalimaasfalan

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She couldn’t believe what her eyes were telling her. Even in her darkest moments, throughout her thousands of years of life, never had see witnessed such a thing, except once. So long ago, that it seemed as if it had been another life, except it wasn’t. She had been a child during the War of the Ancients, but she remembered it all too well. Thousands of innocent Night elves had been slaughtered, when demons unexpectedly overran their cities and villages and the Burning Legion kicked of their invasion.

Now, once again, small embers of flame and ash flowed around her in the night. Just as they had done back then. The heat was hitting her in the face, even though Teldrassil was miles and miles away from where she was standing. She felt as if she had been transported back in time. She was way too far from the burning Tree to realistically hear anything. Yet, the screams of hundreds upon hundreds of dying night elves echoed deep inside of her, as if she was standing in the middle of everything. Just liked it had happened all those eons ago. Once again, she could only watch, feeling as helpless as she had as an elfling, as death ran havoc among her people.

Sure, she had grown distant from them. She had been cast out of her family after her decision to fight the demons with their own methods. Random elves had spat at her whenever she took it upon herself to visit a night elven settlement. Never once however, had she wished for something like this. No matter her methods, Yôkari yearned for peace on Azeroth. Peace for all who dwelled on their planet, no matter their allegiance. That was, what she had sacrificed everything for. What she had worked so long towards to. She had befriended so many like-minded individuals, from all races and factions. Why, she even had managed to convince her cold, blood elven death knight, to give peace a chance… and fell in love with her in the process.

Why, why would did Sylvanas do this? Why start this war? Why slaughter most of her people? All those innocents dwelling on the top of the new world tree, all those that had fled there, trying to escape the War of the Thorns as it had been dubbed. It was so utterly pointless and cruel, especially as their World was dying below their feet more and more quickly with each passing day.

The demon huntress struggled to understand as she watched on in despair as Teldrassil burned. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the inferno looming in the distance. The voices in her head reached a crescendo and then… they fell silent. Silence was all that was left to her, as she watched the ancient civilization, that she had once called her own, burn to the ground once more. Falling to her knees, she wept as all that she had worked for, the peace on Azeroth, the defeat of the Burning Legion, it all turned to ashes, as the once glorious Teldrassil began to crumble.

Before she totally gave into her grief, one last thought crossed her mind. Hopefully her beloved Namariel hadn’t been affected too badly by her Warchief’s actions…

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First kiss

They sat side by side in the cold mix of snow and ice, gazing down the cliffs onto the ocean and far beyond. No words were exchanged, and none were needed. After all these months both felt comfortable enough in the presence of the other to just be content with sharing such moments in silence.

Neither the demon huntress nor the death knight were bothered by the cold, slightly leaning against each other. Yôkari had been working towards this for weeks. What once had been a project to prove to her friend that she was not a monster and very much deserved to be loved, had long since turned into the real deal. She didn’t just want to show her high elf friend that she could loved by someone. No, she wanted that someone to be HER.

It hadn’t been easy. She had tried to be subtle at first, taking Namariel to nice places, but that hadn’t yielded any promising results. Then she had been more blatant, showering her knight – even thinking those words felt so right – with gifts. They had been appreciated, but apparently her message hadn’t come across clearly enough. Then she had tried to be more affectionate in her behavior. She had hugged her intended, instigated close contact and did anything short of right out telling her, that she wanted more than friendship from the high elf. But nothing had worked. Sure, they were comfortable to sit closely together like they were now, but that was it. It was frustrating like nothing else had ever been for her and she was bloody over ten-thousand years old!

Brooding slightly Yôkari was surveying the cloudy sky of Icecrown when it happened. As the weather here was prone to do, it changed suddenly, the clouds parting a bit, letting her see the star filled night-sky. In addition, one of Northrends many auroras started to form, though this was one wasn’t as colorful as most. There were no reds or yellows, instead it mainly consisted of blues, greens and purples. Their colors. If that wasn’t a sign that Elune was with her, she didn’t know what else it was. So, she decided to take drastic measures. It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath to settle her suddenly nervous stomach, she turned to Namariel.

“Hey… Namariel… I wanted to ask you something….”

In response the high elf moved from her position leaning on the demon huntress to look at her.

“Yes, what is it?”

Deciding that action spoke louder than words could, the night elf quickly cupped her intended’s cheeks before leaning in and starting to give her a soft kiss, filled with all the held-back feelings she had been harboring for the other elf. She had expected the death knight’s lips to be cold as ice and at first that seemed to be true. But it soon become obvious that it was the cold climate that had caused this, as the warmed up very quickly. The tasted both sweet and sour at the same time, likely due to Namariel’s undead state. Idly Yôkari wondered what she tasted like, but that thought drifted away as quickly as it came, as she had far more important things to do – like finally kissing her beloved high elf.  

At first no response was given, except for Namariel clamming up totally, but the hunter had no intention of letting her prey get away that easily and continued her kiss. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity she was rewarded by a soft, tentative pressure against her lips as the high elf began to kiss back slowly, as if afraid of doing so. Doing her best to convey her feelings, the night elf moved her hands from the other’s face and instead used them to pull her closer, almost into her lap and intensified her efforts on the other’s lips while closing her eyes.

They continued their kiss, neither needing much air due to their physics. Eventually Yôkari noticed that she was tasting something salty. Taking a peak at the other’s face, she saw large tears rolling down Namariel’s cheeks. Suspecting the cause of them, she finally broke away her lips from the high elfs’ and gave her a soft smile. “Yes, this is real. Yes, this is happening. Deal with it – someone does love you if you want to believe it or not. Fortunately, I have eternity to hammer that fact into your stubborn head.”

Wide blue eyes stared back at her, tears still flowing, though a large blush had now spread as well, indicating that maybe her words and actions had finally hit home.  No verbal response was given, but Namariel didn’t pull away or slap her. And she didn’t resist as Yôkari pulled her in for another kiss. The starts twinkled above them, as if happy with what was happening below them. Maybe she finally could get what she wanted. Maybe this would work out….

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Heyo, Kae here with an Namariel re-design. She really needed a new ref in contrast to the old one we posted previously. Also a little bit of her background: Namariel was created as a Roleplaying Character back in Wrath of the LIch KIng. Everyone and their mothers had their own DK, so I had one too. I was still pretty new to World of Warcraft (but i had played Warcraft before), and it was my second attempt at a Roleplaying Character. I started playing together with my boyfriend, and we kinda followed tje story about Namariel being an instructor, and his character was a new Death Knight. We followed the starter Death Knight questline. And it was not my greatest Roleplay, but Namariel just kinda stuck around. She was a bit over the top cheerful, and it was clear that she was a Death Knight out of her free Will, and she cared a lot for her Ghulie babies. Eventually we stopped playing. But i occasionally came back. Started drawing. Started developing a Backstory. Why was she already that experienced that she could be an instructor? Was she one of the bad guys? What did she do before she became an Death Knight. Also I wanted to have her not only a clumsy but walking disaster area. I wanted her life to just go into a downward spiral and the only thing she really was good in was working for the scourge. After she joined the Horde, she fell into a dark hole. There was no place for her, and it felt that it should never be. I wanted to leave her that way… But then Legion came. I finally had a Death Knight (to be honest two) at Max Level and started the Orderhall questline. And it kinda came to me. That was the place I wanted for Namariel. Namariel was the Deathlord the Ebon Blade would not want and didn’t need but so totally got.  She still  has her dark sides. No not dark sides. A dark Abyss inside. But she is a master at hiding this. And some people might judge me about my Mary-Sue Character who is not only clumsy, but ALSO the Deathlord. And to that people i can proudly say ‘I do that for fun, that is the only way i could imagine her story, please go and mind your own business.’ I love her. And i want to use this blog develop her more. And I am so glad i got my friend Tenko with her Yôkari on my side! Sincerely Kae

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As mentioned in the first little story about Namariel and Yôkari, they met in a battle on the Broken Shore. This sketch shows them off in a similar pose/stance, that they actually were in at one point during that fight. Obviously we’re showing them off a little more here, as both wouldn’t be stupid enough to take a selfie during a battle for their lives ö.ö Maybe. Who knows? Stay tuned to find out!

Aforementioned story can be found here: https://bloodyfel.tumblr.com/post/174538949526/intro-how-namariel-and-y%C3%B4kari-met-the-dawn-of

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The Bonding of the orders

Both Kae and I are playing “The Dark Eye” (DSA in German) this weekend, so most posts will be random, if any. Back to a more regular posting schedule on Monday :3

Here’s a random scene between the Illidari and the Knights of the Ebon Blade to tide you over!

Kayn Sunfury never would have expected to go into battle together with the Order of the Ebon Blade. Oh, naturally they would both fight together in a strategic sense, doing their best to help the other Azerothian forces destroy the Burning Legion. But he had never expected to exclusively do battle with just this one order and do so with all the planning involved beforehand too boot!

But his Lady Slayer had insisted and so here he was, standing front of the Tomb of Sargeras, watching the battle. Beside him was Koltiras Darkweaver and, for a very particular reason, Kayn felt a large amount of empathy towards his counterpart. “You… You have the same problem? Don’t misunderstand me, I don’t mean that in a bad sense… just… well…. You know?”

Koltiras, who never was one for humor or much sugarcoating gave him a look. “Is my Deathlord as much of a psychotic lover of a good battle as your Lady Slayer appears to be? Yes, very much so. I suppose that is how they must have bonded. I’ve lost any sense of empathy with my undeath, so I can’t really sympathize. But yes, they do appear to be the same on that account.”

Both men, incidentally both blood elves, shared a look, as they watched their respective leaders weave around demons. They were shouting with glee as demonic blood was split and heads literally rolled. And… what where they doing now? Was that a S.E.L.F.I.E Camera? It was. Kayn groaned as he watched his glorious leader take a photograph with her newest friend, both drenched in blood and a horde of demons charging from behind. Koltiras didn’t say anything, as was his norm.

Both acknowledged that this was now their lot in life. At least they did not have to endure it on their own.

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A sketch of Namariel with all of her barriers down, hair literally included. Looks very different this way doesn’t she? More “feminine” from a traditional aesthetic point of view perhaps, though that’s a matter of opinion. Not hidden from view anymore are her scars and the ravages undeath has dealt upon her.

[shalimaasfalan]

Gift Art

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Another pic of Yôkari and her demonic pepe, before she created the glave vor him. And without her showing off her demonic smirk for once ;) She can just smile happily you know? It’s actually the more real smile.

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Finished ych/prepose commission for http://www.furaffinity.net/user/kaeaskavi/

Is she bringing presents… or stealing them?

>> 2016 Xmas Advent Calendar >> Commission info

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An Commission i got a while ago from the great @meocraft I am still very in love with every piece! But, to be honest, we should wish that she steals Christmas. We don’t wan’t Namariel to bring any presents! 'Deathlord Namariel, what is in your bag? Did you got something for me?' 'Sure little fella, here is your own Ghulie-baby! Or would you rather have a little runic dagger?' -Post done by Kae (which should be mentioned, because its the exception xD)

[shalimaasfalan]

My Namariel

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Another (older) version of Namariel. Before Legion Kae had her living as a hermit up in northrend, as that seemed to fit her background. With the introduction of the class orders, that story changed a lot and so she is now fully engaged with her order and not living as hermit.

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Tales of demonic, dead and drunk Episode 2: You are WHAT?

This takes place shortly after the events of Namariel and Yôkari’s first meeting.

The fighting had finally died down and the demonic forces had been vanquished by the combined efforts of the original Ebon Blade patrol and the additional forces of the Illidari.  Namariel and Yôkari were in the process of wiping of the bloodstains from their weapons to prevent them from rusting, when a somewhat important looking blood elf demon hunter approached them. He stopped a foot away from then and assumed official posture, before saluting Yôkari. That was all he did, as he appeared to wait for something.

Namariel gave her erstwhile ally a questioning look, which resulted in one of those cocky grins she was quickly growing accustomed to seeing on the night elf’s face.

“Oh you don’t know? This could be fun…” was all she said before turning to the waiting blood elf. “At ease my friend, what is our status?”

“Slayer Yôkari, the operation was a full success and we managed to save all of our allies. I am happy to report that there are no wounded Illidari on our side.” Namariel’s eyes went wide as she heard the title that was used to address the night elf. Her battle-companion was the leader of the Illidari?! What a coincidence….

Noticing the Death Knights wide eyes, Yôkari’s grin gave way to a full-blown smirk before she turned her attention back to what must be one of her officers. “That’s good to hear Kayn. See if the Death Knights need anything before returning to base. That will be all”. Clearly understanding he was dismissed, the now identified Kayn Sunfury gave quick salute before going about as he was ordered.

Yôkari turned back to Namariel, smirk still in place and opened her mouth to most likely brag about something, before noticing something behind the blood elf, which caused her to not say anything, but rather look on in confusion.

“Deathlord Namariel, I am happy to report that thanks to the help of our Demon Hunter allies, the situation has been resolved and that I have no causalities to report. Only several wounded, but nothing we won’t be able to treat in short order. Do you have any further instructions?” came a somewhat monotone, very professional sounding voice from behind the blood elf. Now it was Namariel’s turn to give the Demon Huntress a broad smirk before turning around.

“Ah, Koltira. Thank you for your report. I’m glad all of you are alright. Do you need anything from me?”, with those last words she laid one of her hands on the, what appeared to be another blood elf death knight’s shoulder, who visible cringed at the contact. This would have most likely been interesting to note for Yôkari, but her mind was still short-circuited from the revelation, that she had come to the aid of the leader of the Ebon Blade… what a small word!

“No my lady, we are fine. Could you perhaps….?”, Koltira motioned to the Deathlord’s touching hand. His only response was a quick hug, before he finally was let go, now openly scowling. “Now now, Koltira, cheer up! We managed to beat the Legion back, kicked some ass and now everything is fine. Anyway, you can go. But be sure to handle those transports carefully yes? No need to further aggrieve any of those injuries.”

Koltira sighed. “As you wish Deathlord. Though I doubt they will need any special treatment, they are Death Knight after all. By your leave.”, that said, and what appeared to be an ongoing issue between the two, Koltira left.

“Y-You’re the leader of the Ebon Blade?”. Apparently, Yôkari had finally managed to gather her wits far enough to say something.

“Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?” came the curious reply, though Yôkari was sure she detected an undertone, daring her to say the wrong thing.

“No of course not! Every order can use some bad-ass female fighting power! It just…. It just surprised me that two class leaders would randomly meet on an unimportant battlefield. Normally this is the thing that happens at those epic battles, not at some smallish engagement, y’ know? Though do you know what means?”, that last part visibly had an air of excitement added to the Demon Huntress’ voice.

“Uhm, no. That we’re important or some such nonsense? Or that fate had decreed we should meet? How would I know?”, was all that Namariel had to say to that. Nonplussed at that last bit, Yôkari did what she often did when someone made an outlandish statement. She giggled in delight, before suddenly rushing right in front of the blood elf and giving her one of her trademark fanged grins. She then placed both of her hands on the startled Death Knights shoulder, before cheerfully remarking:

“No silly, it means we have to go get a drink! Forge bonds between our orders and all that. But most importantly to get a drink. What do you say?”

“F-Fine, I guess”. Namariel was still digesting the sudden hug and proximity of the other elf and so didn’t really think about her answer. The next thing she knew, Yôkari had grabbed her hand and was dragging her in the direction of everyone’s mounts, clearly eager to go.

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An older design of Namariel. It has changed quite a lot since then. Back then she was conceived as an unholy dk by Kae, but has since been turned tinto blood/frost dk. The pet/ghul beside her, is her former Farstrider pet, which she raised after becoming a Death Knight. He’s still around even in her current style, but she doesn’t use him in combat. He’s just her most beloved ghul pet <3

On that note: Namariel considers herself a high elf. She was turned into a Death Knight before they decided to call themselves blood elves, hence her own choice on that matter. We still tag her as both though, as most people don’t care about the difference and we want to include everyone =)

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Here Namariel and Yôkari in solo-versions of their #WarcraftBall appearences :3 Definitely a wonderful idea that ball and lots of RP material one can work with too boot! Thanks for setting it up. <3 <3

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They are very late to @faebelina ‘s ball, but they made it. Namariel didn’t want to go, but Yôkari decided that she had to make an appearance to show everyone that Demon Hunters weren’t monsters. Consequently she dragged Namariel with her for the same reason concerning Death Knights. It also made a wonderful cross-faction statement. So here they are <3

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I know pepe is a pet. But in my headcanon, Yôkari actually met pepe and, being the crazy hobby-engineer that she is, thought it would be a good idea to see if he liked some of her blood in his water, resulting in a demonic version of Pepe. Being the responsible demon huntress that she is, she adopted Pepe and now you can almost find him ALWAYS nesting on top of her head. She even took the time to build him a tiny war-glaive, to make him feel closer to her. She loves her little bird with all her heart, as he reminds her of her night elven roots and the time of her life, when she wasn’t closer to being a demon than a night elf.