“Brothers and Sisters, today you become the searing fire that burns away the darkness. Today you become the shining blade that cuts through the wicked. Today you become the beacon of hope against the endless foe. By the authority of House Waycrest, I name you inquisitors of the
Order of Embers!”
Words of induction to the Order, found in the Tome of Silver and Ash
(A multi OC blog for WoW Roleplay)
From the personal journal of Captain Rachel Dewitt, Order of Embers Operations Manager and Liaison to the Alliance: Stormwind Division
(All notes and stories within these journals follow the calendar of initial joining of the Order of Embers until present date.)
27th day of the 8th month, Summer of Year 6
The world changed again.
Dalaran has fallen. Again.
Is it really surprising? I'm not sure. I would like to rely on old prejudices against the magi, that they keep to their towers and secrets like rats in a hold but that would be a lie. The Kirin Tor had truly been nothing but doing their best to be guardians of the world as much as we are to Drustvar. But we can't rely on old prejudices and old ways of thinking. Have to keep moving forward and we have to adjust.
I have to adjust.
As we had done before during the Shadowlands, House Waycrest and my superiors have authorized me to allow my team to go to the aid of Dalaran in hopes of creating a better relationship and positive atmosphere between our communities. I am still rolling my eyes at that statement from Albot. I know what he really wants. Clout. Power.
Gold.
I'm glad that Candell is such good friends with Reese, cause I don't know we could continue to afford to rent this place in the Pig and Whistle with the meager funds that Drustvar can spare to us. Rebuilding a country isn't easy or cheap but you'd think they could afford to give us a little something more to make us appear to be at least respectable. Hell Duun's been moonlighting as practically a guard around here to make her ends meet. Honestly I think she makes more clearing kobolds and other things down there than she does as my assistant. I feel bad for her, this was not what she was expecting when we came here four years ago. But granted I didn't expect to lose Candell on some weird 'death' campaign into another world. And Nubern. I can't forgive myself for that man. No one should. Least of all me, though I know Eld has been eating it up as well.
I shouldn't call the Shadowlands weird considering what we do here and what we have faced in the past, but the whole debacle is just strange. Thinking about it just makes my head hurt as much. Might be the rum as well.
We have dragons. I don't know a damn thing about dragons, except how to possibly kill them and that for once is the last helpful thing around here. Maybe we should set up a meeting some of their people. They could know some tricks or ideas or have some gold to help the Order out. I'll have to make a note for later.
The circle comes round again to the big news of this entry. Dalaran. Another tragedy in the world's history. I don't know if we're gonna make it better, but I do know that Candell is hardly going to be one to sit around while there's something going on to the west. He never does. His apprentice or rather partner now is just the same. I wasn't supposed to babysit heroes, just soldiers. I guess they die all the same as well.
I miss you Cristoph. Every day. Your heart is mine, and I hope you know mine is yours. It just hurts.
Candell says it's like a war within. He should know especially with his history. Tides all of us do.
I love you.
Witt
OOC:
This is blog for characters created within the realm of World of Warcraft involving generally the protagonist/hero concept that has a lot to do with the Order of Embers from the Battle for Azeroth. I had cultivated a lot of these characters for a long time on an alternate blog, but since returning to the game and with a new expansion arriving it felt right to build a new and better place to continue to work on this concept. I love all of them even if I get lost some times trying to keep them going creatively and in gameplay. So please if you'd like to interact, collaborate, offer words of support/critique, or just say 'hey'; don't hesitate too. Thanks for reading this and I hope I make something you come to enjoy here.
Below you will find links to the basic information of the cast of characters for this blog (which knowing my level of alt-aholism, will be ever growing cast).
Dramatis Personae
Eldridge Candell - Inquisitor of the Order of Embers
Cheryl Duun - Inquisitor of the Order of Embers; Ratcatcher
Rachel Dewitt - Operations Manager of the Order of Embers
Beldwin Storm - Gallant of Drustvar; The Green Son
Tan'tilton - Journeyman Inquisitor of Order of Embers
Journeyman Inquisitor of the Order of Embers
A Banished Farstrider
The Basics ––– –
Name: Tan'tilton of House Sprucesworn
Nickname(s): Tan; Silver Tips
Age: 210
Birthday: Midsummer
Race: Ren'dorei
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Divorced
Physical Appearance ––– –
Hair: Red
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'1
Build: Lithe, athletic
Distinguishing Marks: Large crude scar on his left cheek, a field wound
Tattoos: Intricate tree tattoo on left breast; Quel'thalas phoenix on his right forearm
Piercings: None
Common Accessories: an aged Elvish blade, trappings of a member of the Order of Embers, an old piece of maple wrapped in silver strings
Likeness: Sam Claflin
Personal Information––– –
Profession: Journeyman Inquisitor of the Order of Embers; bard; tracker; translator; Former Farstrider
Hobbies: playing the lute, reading, bird watching
Languages: Common, Orcish, Thalassian, Goblin, Amani (basics)
Residence: Arom's Stand
Birthplace: Tranquillion
Religion: The Light
Patron Deity: None
Fears: 'circling back'; dying; the Scourge; the Loa
Relationships ––– -
Spouse: Sel'um (ex-wife)
Children: Giltana (daughter)
Parents: Branketh Sprucesworn (father); Aselana Sprucesworn (mother)
Siblings: Portian Spurcesworn (brother; deceased); Leurana Sprucesworn (sister; deceased); Gieltorn Sprucesworn (brother)
Other Relatives: The Sprucesworns being a fairly affluent family have multiple members of the House that can be claimed as cousins or such
Pets: Rooster, an old hawkstider
Sex & Romance ––– -
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch
Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch
Libido: Fair
Turn ons: Smiles, music, dance, fleeting touches, nostalgia
Turn offs: Violence, cruelty, grudges
Love Language: acts of service
Relationship Tendencies: coming and going with a broken torch causing 'issues'
Traits ––– -
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured / In Between / Uncultured
Loyal / In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
RP Hooks ––– –
Born in the Light
Tan'tilton is the second son and third child of house Sprucesworn of Transquillion, which means very little in the eyes of his family considering what he is now. Sprucesworns serving as rangers under the flag of Quel'Thalas for hundreds of years, Tan was set to follow in legacy of his fore family but threw it all away as the fear of the worlds finally struck him fully to the heart. The Sprucesworns continue to serve and live in the recovering city of Tranquillien but grow cold as Icecrown when mentioning the former wayward son.
Walking into Shadow
Wise and powerful words were spoken to select elven folk in the midst of the turmoil gripping the elven state as the world constantly crashed around them. The strong faith of a powerful magister took hold of the failing Farstrider and lead him to take counsel as much as refuge in the teaching of Umbric. The idea to find safety and security for his people and city was a noble notion when entering the rift that day in the Ghostlands. Truly many lived up to that concept, but for Tan it was far more selfish reasons. He wanted to live. After all the horrors visited upon his life by the world it seemed reasonable to believe that hope would lie beyond the veil, deep within the Void.
Running through Darkness
A Ren'dorei's life is new and harrowing as being cut off from all they had known and would know to come back from the Void into the real again. Stained by the abyss. Forged by the enemy. Channeling the madness. Tan was no stranger to the dark touch he had tried to run from only to be warped by the creatures beyond the rift. Taken from all he had known before and sent into a new but familiar world with the teachings of a Windrunner to manage the taint, the former Farstrider would find himself heading into the climax of the Fourth War across the sea to the isles of the humans. To Kul Tiras. To Drustvar. To the Order.
Standing in the Embers
The Fourth War was closing, but the island of Kul Tiras would never be quiet again. So much darkness had clawed it's way back into the world, eager to feed on the life of it's people and wounded riches of the country. The people cried for aid and as many during the war had rallied to the cries when the war came to a close those ships left the island behind. The Order of Embers remained as it had been remade by the Waycrests so should it stand fast still in the face of the dark may it be from witch, demon, beast, or other shadow that sidled from stone and sea. But they needed hands. They needed knowledge. Enter a lost elf with a wealth of knowledge, a strong hand of skills, and a hunger for redemption.
Counting on Home
It had been two minutes to Midnight when the call for all those of elven lineage should return home. Quel'Thalas was under siege. The Sunwell was under attack. The Void had come home. So too should all children of the Sun to bring to the bear a shield of faith to protect all those who could not be. Tan could not ignore the call, despite the reservations and failings of his past. There was more than a city at stake. There is family. He can't lose them now. Not to this. Not again.
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Ingame ( Tantilton, VE WAR 90, MG A )
IC -
"Do you think mama," whispered the small troll as she wrapped her arms around her much larger father as she pressed her face into his scarred green skin. The heartbreaking echoing in the child's voice as she spoke in broken sobs. "Do you think mama would be disappointed at I am glad you are home?"
Tan'tilton stood silent in the rain as he watched the sorrowful reunion, the beads of water slipping down his violet tinged face as the bright red hair matted to his face. He'd been fighting for some time now. Some time felt like forever now even though he had only been with the Order of Embers for a few short years the times before the now was harder to remember seeing sights such as this. Another lifetime.
A lifetime of war. At home. In the field. Forests. Mountains. Years of death and fear that gripped him to the core left and right in his times fighting for the kingdom of Quel'Thalas in the height of trying to snuff out the empire he now currently stood in. Amani trolls were the enemy, and now he was standing here watching them show something he had never imagined he'd feel for them.
Pity? No. That's what the old life would have told him to feel now seeing the sight of a father comforting his grieving child. A child that he could have remembered from long ago, having to hold her and comfort at losses all around them. His own child.
No he didn't feel pity. He felt kinship. Empathy. They really were more a like than he could have ever imagined. More than he was ever taught too.
Tan'tilton, misbegotten son of the house Sprucesworn, turned away from the sight of the family but feeling ever painful arrows to the words in his back as he trudged from the Bluffs.
"No, small one-" the father whispered as he held his child. "Dat was what she hoped for."
Tan could only feel his shoulders slip farther hoping Gilly ever might think that of him.
