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Matherin Dawnsorrow - WrA

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Being told your presence is barely tolerated in Silvermoon because you're a death knight is interesting, I love games that add unique dialogue to races and classes.

However, it's devastating when your character lore is that you died protecting the city against the Scourge, and now your home is no longer a place of belonging.

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darkaestetic

michaelnordeman

Raven/korp. Värmland, Sweden (October 17, 2025).

#raven #matts preferred companions #bird

frostsorrow

Matherin Dawnsorrow - WrA

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#wra rp #wow rp #wyrmrest accord #death knight #wow oc #matheirin dawnsorrow #sin'dorei

ariossarts

I like the symbolism, that as a Death Knight everything he touches freezes and dies metaphorically; as a walking weapon of Death. But as he hands her something; she brings it back to life with her devotion to her Paladin Codes and beliefs -- as she did with his own heart.

Matheirin X Aerinthra will forever be a Goated OC ship.

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Matheirin and his wife Aelli before the Scourge Invasion; and an unfortunate undead Matheirin and his new love interest Aerinthra.

Just a small before/after for curiosities sake https://www.tumblr.com/blog/ariossarts

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raelarkpoetry

poetry • survival magic • zines

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letsbelonelytogetherr

— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

letsbelonelytogetherr

— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

2000s-angell

Cc: to the owner

eldritchxh0rr0r

llovinghome

#Matt's preferred kinda day #horses #snow #Matt's thoughts

“Aelli, my wife. She was not highborne. No last name that held credence; but I remember I loved her. I remember she loved flower fields but in truth, I couldn't recall anything else. I know we had a daughter, and I know I loved her too.”

“Is she alive?”

“Hmm?”

“Your daughter, and Aelli.” Aerin asked. “Are they still alive?”

“No.” Matheirin replied, watching the sadness creep up on the Paladins face. “Arthas made sure of that. His men left none alive. We barely survived the onslaught as you know – No one was spared… and in truth I'm not sure why I was chosen to be re-animated. Maybe it was my skill before I died. Maybe it was how well I understood my steed when I met the Death Knights in battle. Maybe I was just simply picked, but I remember my death. It's the only clear memory of my waking past that I have.”

The man stopped for a moment, reliving it over and over in his mind. He'd never been able to forget that day, just as many others couldn’t. It was not easily forgotten — the pain that a runeblade caused when it pierced your skin. At times he wondered if his own victims felt his pain when he pierced them too.

“... It was searing pain. Like fire, but chilled with the coldest ice you could imagine. I remember they cut my legs and shoulder, and I dropped my sword. And then when the blade entered my chest, I think my last thoughts were of Aelli and my daughter. But – in truth – nothing brought me comfort in that pain. Nothing could have, I think. A runeblade tears your soul as it impales your hide, and it leaves a scar that is everlasting. Even now the phantom pains of my death live on. It is why we Knights say – suffer well, when we depart from one another. We don't forget that misery, we don’t forget that pain.”

There was a quiet that fell over the camp then, as Matheirin found himself at a lack of words, and Aerin contemplated saying something. There was a thickness to the air, filled with grief and loss, and for a moment the Knight wanted to retch from the uncertainty of the silence. After a moment, he felt the Paladin's arms around his back and tensed, not expecting a show of affection as it were. He worried that his cold skin would cause her pain, but she only held in for a moment before departing – and in her departure, he felt a sense of loneliness.

“What was that for?” He asked, blinking in confusion.

“I felt as though you needed it. I'm sorry you lost what meant most to you. And I'm sorry that you can barely remember it.”

“Don't grieve what I can't recall. I know their names and that at one point I loved them, but it's not an emotion that comes easy to me now. Thinking about them, about my past, barely brings me any sadness. You can't miss what feels like someone else's memory. Being undead – it dulls it all down.”

“So I've heard,” she replied, playing with a family ring on her finger. “... But … Do you remember everything after your death?”

“Everything.”