Rise After Rise

Aesthetic and writing blog for Eleeria Silverwing (Eleeria-WrA), retired Horde General, soul priest, and necromancer. Follows back come from 'flamehaired'.

[celedyn]

November DWC 2022

Day 1 : Instinct/Neglect

“The Stygia market crashed!” Came the ragged shout as the goblin burst through his door.

Celedyn lifted an eyebrow, peering over the rims of his spectacles. The elf didn’t actually need the eyewear, but there was a certain gravitas to wearing them while shuffling through stacks of paperwork. “What; already?“ He hummed, reaching for his coffee cup and taking a sip of the unsubtly wine colored contents “Mnh, that’s even faster than I expected.”

Jezzix scoffed, obviously dissatisfied by the elf’s reaction. He strode across the office and stepped up onto the bench in front of Celedyn’s desk, finally the correct height to slam his palms into it, trying again “I SAID the Stygia market crashed!”

“I heard you quite well, kitten, I was—“

The goblin cut him off, voice coming in a panicked hiss “I invested my retirement account in the Stygia market!”

Celedyn blinked for several long moments, set the coffee mug down, then removed his glasses, leaning forward. The absolute gravitas of the moment, it was palpable. Perfection.  “you… YOU WHAT!?”

“I INVESTED MY ENTIRE—“

“I HEARD! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU—!? Kitten, I TOLD you those nouveaucurrency markets are unstable!” 

“You gotta swing big to win big! I talked to my financial guy; he told me you buy in the dip, sell in the rip!” He gesticulated wildly as he spoke, hands sweeping like a pair of rivaling kaliri.

“That doesn’t work when it keeps dipping! What’s anyone even doing with Stygia anymore? I heard the Mawwalker returned from beyond the veil nearly a month ago! They aren’t even keeping the death gates open full time, I heard you have to schedule an appointment with one of the emissaries from the Ebon Blade.” 

“Yeah, yeah, limiting how much Stygia gets mined keeps the supply low! Keeps the value high!”

“That whole supply and demand thing only works when there’s demand! Nobody WANTS Stygia for anything anymore! Nobody’s off and fighting in the Shadowlands; and it’s passé to be making armaments out of people’s eternal souls when you’re not even going to do anything with it. Remember Saronite? Remember when EVERYONE was wearing Saronite and then they found out it was the mortal remains of an old god and was slowly driving people insane? Suddenly nobody wanted anything to do with Saronite, everyone was investing in Eternium!”

“Yeah I had some bonds in Saronite, supposed to mature this year. Can’t even make a doorstop out of that shit.”

“Exactly! You can’t go putting your long term investments in nouveaucurreny! It’s too unreliable! How much did you invest?”

“My whole Wrath IRA!”

“What?? – WHY?”

“My financial guy told me I was getting in while it was low!”

Celedyn groaned, slumping back into his chair. He tried to pull his spectacles off for dramatic effect, only to find he’d already removed them. Wasted the gravitas. He huffed and sat up, finding them and placing them back on, balanced on the end of his nose. “This guy… Is this financial guy by any little twinkle of fate the one who sold you the Stygia?”

“I— well yeah, he’s my financia… I’ll KILL HIM.” 

@daily-writing-challenge

[eleeria]

DWC Day 1: Instinct

DWC 2022 (November) - Instinct

@daily-writing-challenge​

Set during the Pre-patch.

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There was a simplicity to making the dead walk. She’d been taught years ago, but now it came as easy as breathing.

Sickly green magic curled around Eleeria’s fingers as the row of broken and bloodied bodies sat on the plain of the Barrens. Mass works of magic took concentration, but thankfully, these bodies weren’t particularly talkative. It left her plenty of time for companionable silence as she went down the line.

It was a delicate magic she wove. Like plucking the notes from a tune only she could see, Eleeria’s magic spun the bodies a new purpose on the tips of her fingers. Walk, fight until they couldn’t any longer. Die, for the second time in as many days most likely. In concert, directed by the magic she applied, the bodies stood up of their own accord. There was no thought behind their eyes -- the perfect soldiers, to obey every command. Silent and still, for now.

A delighted smile crossed her face. “Excellent, perfect.” She clapped her hands together, cutting off the magical connection between her and them so they wouldn’t drain too much of her energy. Silent sentinels, ready for orders. “They’re ready.”

[requiem-on-water]

“Some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. That emptiness cannot be banished, and so some days we wake with the feeling of the wind blowing through, and we must simply endure it.”

—Leigh Bardugo, The Language of Thorns

[dobladim]

[thesituation]

literally

[suomarart]

Commission work for a WoW guild. I haven’t painted a landscape in a long time so it was really fun to get to paint one, especially in one of my favorite zones in WoW! Commission info: https://www.deviantart.com/suomar/journal/Commission-Information-2020-Open-723214785

[one-976]

[poems-and-word]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Oleg Bogdanov

[eleeria]

Rogue: I don’t go to my happy place.

Rogue: I go to my high lonesome place.

[meiselr]

100 Characters ↳ #64 - Kassandra

If I Was Your Punishment, You’d Already Be Dead.

[lakeinthemoonlight]

𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒢𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 ~ 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝒫𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑜𝒸𝓀 🦚

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Santiago Caruso

[dopeperson]

[angelprompts]

TUMBLR TEXT POSTS   :   SENTENCE  STARTERS.

feel  free  to  change  any  gendered  language  &  alter  anything  as  needed,

❝ i am awake but at what cost? ❞

❝ am i cute? no. but do i have a nice personality? also no. ❞

❝ do people miss me? i can’t imagine myself as a person others think about. ❞

❝ i’m so tired but i’ll probably be awake until 3am for no reason. ❞

❝ do you ever just go “wow, i have a lot of repressed anger”? ❞

❝ i made fun of spirits living in my house and they revenged. ❞

❝ my kink is when people admit i was right. ❞

❝ nothing is real and then all of a sudden, everything is very real with no warning. ❞

❝ too many songs about love. not enough songs about sword fights. ❞

❝ i am not the same person i was 18 minutes ago. ❞

❝ nobody likes me. ❞

❝ stop making me laugh, i’m gonna fall in love. ❞

❝ british people be like: i’m bri-ish. ❞

❝ i miss the old you, the you who cared about me. ❞

❝ someone hold my hand and do that little thumb rubby thingy. ❞

❝ anyways, good night. i’m gonna go indulge in my unrealistic romantic fantasies until i fall asleep. ❞

❝ how do i stop growing up? this isn’t fun anymore. ❞

❝ i have nothing to say but will i shut up? no. ❞

❝ i, personally, would love to calm down, and yet- ❞

❝ you know you can die from that? ❞

❝ i hate arguing. i just wanna talk it out.. ❞

❝ i’ll get over it. i just gotta be dramatic first. ❞

❝ i am painfully aware that i am no one’s favourite person. ❞ 

❝ i’m not ignoring you, i just don’t know what to say to you. ❞

❝ if you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work. ❞

❝ in the mood to delete everything, go missing for a month, get my life together and come back. ❞

❝ love is a fucking scam. ❞

❝ i’m not looking for a relationship, i’m looking for a bottle of vodka. ❞

[meiselr]

Archetype Inspirations | The Fae King

[eleeria]

@lormeus

[mortisia]

― Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald