𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

[empireblade]

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

independent & selective rp account for Xal'atath from World of Warcraft. Written by Moth.

[empireblade]

scratching at the 2.4k score and i'm suffering.

[empireblade]

I come out of the nether for this little shit post. I have been cooking a Champion OC who is a shadow priest and has to deal with Xal'atath shenanigans too. Her name is Veinodis, but Xal'atath only calls her Voidsinger.

[empireblade]

Talking about this topic with a friend on discord, but I wonder how many player character OCs have told anyone about helping Xal'atath acquiring her body and setting her free - considering this is how we are in the current situation in the first place.

And how did Alleria and the others react to that confession? This is also a question for canon muns in general: How did your muse react to that revelation?

Xal'atath herself of course is somewhat grateful but credits herself for the most part since she manipulated her way out of the dagger ( in most cases I would assume ). But she doesn't have a special attachment unless the person was a shadow priest who already wielded her during Legion.

[empireblade]

unnecessary xal'atath observations:

did you know she doesn't wear pants? there are only bandages under that skirt/cape. girl spends ages to bandage everything apparently.

[valistheanshield]

The slow drag of her touch along his face was both welcome and unwanted, that chill touch sending shivers rolling down his spine. The weight of her atop him was something he couldn't place, feeling like it was expected and yet unusual. Xal'atath had appeared before him floating every single time, without fail, to think she had physical weight behind her seemed almost wrong. Brows furrowed as she spoke, telling him she had been watching him the entire time, mentioning the brutal fight with Titan as if to prove it, though the shifting of her weight in his lap was a distraction from those words. And the acknowledgement that she had kept her eyes on him even when he couldn't see her.

"You're right..." He answered in a strained tone, trying to distract himself from the way she moved against him. "Humans are violent, we sin and debase ourselves regularly." His gaze was now forced to those pools of empty black that were her eyes, swallowing thickly as he tried to not let his gaze wander, despite the dread he could feel in his gut as he stared into the abyss. "But imperfect as we are, we will continue forward. Over time, we will correct...and that is why we take each step." His breathing was quickening, a low panic beginning to set in, straining his chest. Or was his discomfort coming from the fact she was straddling him, practically pressing him into the ground?

[empireblade]

O' was he so sure about it? So focused on fighting the other dominants and exercising justice over something so small and insignificant, the man had entirely lost sight of the most important detail in this entire story. Her thumb brushed against his lower lip with such gentleness that it could have been easily mistaken for affection - if it was not for the dangerous shimmer lingering in her expression as she looked at the man. She hummed quietly before speaking up again.

" Really? All you have done is pushing the Blight further into the lands. What do you think your fights against your brethren truly accomplish? " Without knowing, Clive had become her favourite puppet to control in this grand scheme against Ultima and his idiotic plan to revive his people on yet another dying planet. The thought made the corners of her mouth twitch upwards in a cruel smile, and she grazed his lip with the side of her sharp, dark painted nail. " Your kind is so predictable, Clive. Ultima truly wasn't the brightest subject of his people if he can't figure this out."

But in the end, this was positive for her, was it not? As the Blight spread across the land and consumed more and more aether as it went, her own power grew. At the very same time, there was nowhere left for her old enemy to go and thus, he sat on this planet; awaiting his duly end.

[valistheanshield]

The shift of her image, suddenly appearing on the other side of him, put a mote of panic into his chest. He whirled, cape swinging behind him as he took a step back from her new position, trying to keep space from her. A futile attempt, considering what she had just shown possible, but instinct insisted he do so. Suddenly appearing closer to him was too...unnerving, especially after that recent business with Ultima. Speaking of, she spoke on the strange being as if she knew him, concern bubbling within him as she continued on.

The idea that he was somehow tied to Ultima wasn't all that strange, considering the little information the supposed god had shared with him in attempt to take his body already, but hearing it from another similar being? Well, Clive felt a chill rolling down his spine. To be the target of a god, to some end he could not ascertain? It wasn't exactly his greatest wish. Brows furrowed slightly as the strange woman leaned forward, watching her carefully as she again tried to close distance between them, yet in a less jarring way. And again he couldn't be quite certain that this wasn't as trauma response due to the destruction he was wading through currently.

He was about to question her further on Ultima, when he realized she had yet to answer his initial questions. Was she intentionally dodging him? Or was she meaning to lie to him? He paused for but a moment, closing his eyes and doing his best to center himself before looking on the strange woman yet again, though he sought to avoid staring into those abyssal eyes she possessed. "You haven't answered me. Who are you? How do you know anything about Ultima?" His voice was tight as he spoke, taking a slight step toward her as he posed his questions, as if he were capable of threatening a being that seemed to be on the level of a god he had just encountered.

It was intriguing to hear her refer to a supposed god as a broken creature, though.

[empireblade]

Her initial response to his questions was a low chuckle that lingered in the air and pierced through the silence reigning at this forsaken place. It echoed from the empty walls of the ruins, nearly creating the image that it had come from anywhere but the strange woman who hovered beside him. She placed her hands together, resting them in the height of her mid-section. " I'm your ally against the broken god you are fighting... for now. Ultima is looking for you and has sent many of his agents in order to lay his hands on you, " the entity explained and turned half to the side to have a better look at the abandoned ruin. " He is quite desperate to find you, you know. "

And he would not cease his hunt for his precious vessel until he would finally hold him in his hands - for that goal, he would force anyone and anything into his servitude. For Mythos, he would commit all sorts of atrocities, though judging from the state his minions had left the hideout in, even Clive should already be certain of much. Her dark eyes scanned the ground for residue aether that would reveal his presence, yet the ruin had been left untouched by him.

It should not surprise her, however, for it was located right in her domain. "I've been watching him for thousands of years in his pursuit of paradise. He's desperate and his plan has been falling apart since he had landed here. But he sees you as an easy target. "

[empireblade]

I've read some theories on what Xal'atath could potentially be because of some lines she dropped around Legion and her overall appearance. I don't know if I actually use any of them, but I still find them interesting, so I do want to share them below.

The first theory I kind of stumbled over is that she is a Naaru who fell into the dark circle and is locked in there. You have her overall appearance that resembles the shape of a Naaru with her cape, but especially the two orbs - which prime Naaru also have. She also dropped that line after encountering L'ura in Argus:

It would be neat if she was a Naaru. Someone brought up her name, which could have been Xal'a and the -tath was attached during her time with the Black Empire.

Another theory I personally really like is that she's a corrupted world soul, and especially that of Ka'resh. There have been some shenanigans with the void ethereals and her overall attire reminds of the stuff the ethereals are wearing. Honestly, I have playing with that thought for writing on the side as a little background story for Xal'atath and my shadow priest, but I have no actual plans of bringing this to the blog. Especially with the radiant song in the background and Xal'atath luring us to Khaz Algar, while Locuswalker also speaks about a similar event on Ka'resh back then, this could be a little hint that she is connected to that lost planet.

[empireblade]

I come out of the nether for this little shit post. I have been cooking a Champion OC who is a shadow priest and has to deal with Xal'atath shenanigans too. Her name is Veinodis, but Xal'atath only calls her Voidsinger.

[valistheanshield]

@empireblade sent : "Look at you." The wide smile on her face did little to conceal the cruel amusement she felt upon his reaction—his reaction to her having brought him to his feet and straddling the man now that he was practically lying on the room's floor. Her cold fingers brushed with their knuckles against his scorchingly hot cheek. "Are we shy now? You don't have to be."

Her sudden appearances had always startled him, able to will herself into existence within his presence, or so it seemed. He had yet to understand what she was, how she managed to do the things she did, but he did know she found pleasure in surprising him, as if she could live off the emotions she rattled within him. He was surprised to find himself on the floor this time though, looking up at her as she settled atop him and reached out to brush her knuckles against his cheek, goading him, taunting him. "Xal'atath...?" Her name, spoken shakily, fled his lips, looking into those pools of black that made her eyes. "W-What? Why are you here? N-Now?" His heart was hammering in his chest, that alien beauty of hers creating a strange dissonance in him.

While the sight of her made his heart race, it made his mind shiver. Trying to tell him something was wrong. That cruel amusement displayed so plainly on her face did nothing to assuage that, and yet he found it ever so hard to look away. He could feel the cold sweat breaking out along his body, a warning sign if ever there was one, and yet he didn't want her to rise from her position atop him. No, he wanted her to stay.

[empireblade]

Slowly, her knuckles dragged downward until her fingers caught his chin in a soft pinch. A flame danced behind Clive's eyes, a flicker which seemed to shy away from the darkness within her own gaze - uncertain and doubtful, it was. Delicious. A quiet chuckle rolled over her lips before Xal'atath leaned forward to him and let her raven hair spill over her shoulders. His demeanour delighted her: The race of his heart and the hesitance to push her away, mixed with the uneasiness of his spirit, were so sweet it would have almost touched her heart if there had been one in the first place.

" You know, Clive, I was never gone. I've been watching you defeat this walking pile of rock. You humans are the most violent and vile creatures in existence. " And yet he was so determined to save them, as if any of them were worth to be saved from the fate, which awaited those unfortunate souls. She shifted her weight forward and then back again, moving on his lap. Maybe intentional to tease him further; or perhaps not. " Your kind raids and enslaves. Slaughters and burns. "

[earthwarden]

"You will learn to show respect. You are in the presence of my glorious self, I, Neltharion. I am the Earth-Warder."

Independent Neltharion, of World of Warcraft. Canon Divergent Established 9/5/24. Minors DNI.

[empireblade]

I have returned. The big G tried to stop the void apparently by locking my e-mail to this blog.

[empireblade]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄: 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐗𝐕𝐈

Her name was first mentioned in the hidden archives of Origin as the Harbinger or the Blight itself.

She is supposedly responsible for the doom of Ultima's home world and the reason for the great exodus to Valisthea.

She was mentioned in the history of Valisthea here and there as well, with the last time being the great Fall, when the gods cast the Fallen down.

Xal'atath is a being of the Blight, also referred to as the Void, and seeks the consumption of all worlds by the Blight. For which end remains unknown.

She appears as a young woman with runes on her body that were magically burnt into her purplelish-grey skin. No one has ever seen her walking, as she tends to hover across the ground at all times. The body does not seem to be alive and heavily altered by the Blight.

The Blight grants her different powers like materializing from thin air and seeping into the mind of her victims, causing hallucinations and a psychic link to her own thoughts and words.

For now, Xal'atath seems to be immortal and invincible.

[valistheanshield]

That chuckle seemed a little too amused for his liking, though it was noticeably more human than anything Ultima had given. Yet this whole situation was noticeably inhuman. The floating voice, the changing pitch and distance despite the fact he was the only one stepping through the ruins, all of it seemed like whatever Ultima was, but in a different flavor. The voice told him that there was no point to drawing his blade, that his enemy was long gone, but that did not get him to relax, even at the assurance that the god-like being had never set foot here.

From the corner of his eye, he finally saw something, turning to face the woman that appeared from the Aether, only to pause when he got a good look at her. Purple eyes stared him down, runes of some sort etched into her cheeks like tears. She was eerily beautiful, his gaze fixated on her for moments before he finally noticed that she was floating above the floor, drifting over the rubble and bodies without ever coming close to touching them. The closer she came, the stiffer Clive became, his hand closing around the hilt of his blade when she was right next to him, turning to give him room to draw if necessarily.

"What makes you think I can sense him? How do you know about Ultima?" It was a careful question, momentarily forgetting that she had yet to answer his first question. It was the fact she knew about Ultima that had his attention now.

[empireblade]

The image shifted once more and reappeared at his other side; further into his personal space than she had been before. Her brows arched as she looked at him, taking in every detail of his face, as if she was searching his face for something hidden. " You truly haven't figured it out yet, " she commented, with a hint of surprise tugging at her voice ever so lightly. It seemed whatever she had been looking for either stayed hidden or was absent altogether.

" Of all people, your ties to him are the strongest. " And how vexing it had to be for the false god to see his vessel so close and yet so far away from him; just outside his very reach. Even if his fingers brushed against the familiar form, he would not be able to grab it in full.

That she was capable of speaking to his Mythos, to touch him if she desired so, surely worsened the situation for her ancient enemy. Annoyance or true threat, it remained the same. So delightful. " Ultima is a broken relict from a broken past. He broke long before your people have walked this earth. " The strange woman leaned forward.

[dandelionandkrindle]

XAL'ATATH THE HARBINGER, OF THE KINGDOM THAT WAS

[valistheanshield]

@empireblade sent : So much destruction... An eery tune in his ear, shifting from the right to the left as though someone circled him slowly. Carefully. The chilly breeze blew through the ruins of the Hideaway and tugged at his hair. Not a single soul had remained after the Titan's attack on the mortals' safe haven. ...and so many corpses. You were not here to save them. As it spoke, the voice grew lower as it seemed to retreat, and with it the wind changed. Dancing around the ruined hall and among the dead bodies of Cid's former friends and charges, it continued. But even if you had been... would you be able to match the Titan's might, Clive?

His head lifted immediately at the whisper in his ear, having been too engrossed in surveying the wreckage of the Hideaway to notice anyone come up. Turning about, he looked around...to find no one. Confusion showed across his face, that voice too low to be from so far away. And then it drifted further into the ruined hall, littered with bodies of friend and foe alike. It taunted him, as if telling him this was his fault, that these people were dead because of him. Just like Cid.

"Who, what, are you?" Was the first thing he questioned, venturing towards the source of the voice, caution thrown to the wind. It reminded him, eerily, of Ultima. The god-like being had spoken in his head before, but this sounded nothing like the alien creature he had fought but only days ago. There was an edge to his voice, wondering if anyone could hear this, back him up on the fact that something was whispering to him. It knew his name, it knew his fears, his doubts. His head was on a swivel, a hand reaching toward the hilt of his blade over his shoulder. "Ultima?"

[empireblade]

The bodiless voice chuckled in response—seemingly amused by his readiness to draw his weapon. Like many before him, he was so quick to threaten the unknown. It's not time for that now. Your enemy is long gone. Or did he truly think the voice was dangerous to him? His demeanour told the voice as much, and perhaps that very fact only added to its mild delight over the situation. And never did set Ultima his feet here once. For the relict of another time and another world feared the blighted, dead lands too greatly to traverse them even in the form he fancied these days. No, this was outside his realm.

Too heavy was the memory of his past to suffer the sight and very feeling of this place. Appearing out of thin air, the image of a young woman flickered in the corner of Clive's eye as she leaned in. When she parted her lips, a familiar voice spilled forth. " You would have sensed his presence if he ever had been, wouldn't you, Clive? " Dispensed in the air, she floated right next to him—untouched by the stale breeze.

[empireblade]

𝐎𝐍 𝐗𝐀𝐋'𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐇'𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

It's still somewhat unclear what she is exactly. I have seen some theories that she was created by the old gods or was an old god herself, whether a secret one or a remnant of Y'shaarj. Since we don't have a confirmation yet and only hints, I'll just go ahead and plaster my personal take or headcanon on this topic and how I portray her here:

Xal'atath was sent together with the old gods to Azeroth to infect the planet. While she refers to them as brethren and somewhat equals, she is similar to an old god herself. However, her task differs from theirs by her acting as the overseer. As the harbinger, it's her task to make sure the plan is working as it should, support the old gods in their endeavours and usher into the arrival of their masters. Technically, the old gods have to answer to her.

But they betrayed her during the age of the black empire by consuming her and imprisoning her essence in the dagger we encounter throughout the ages. It wasn't exactly malice that made them do it, but their inherent tendency for treachery. Because of their betrayal, Xal'atath got away from being imprisoned by the Titans, which she considered a bit of luck in an unlucky situation.

She harbours a grudge against her so-called brethren for what they did to her and takes joy in absorbing their power one after the other. It's part of her plan to bring her masters into our reality.