Of Sword-Pierced Suns and the Southern Marches

Inspiration and writings for my WoW RP characters Arthamir, Jaira, and Syllanna on WrA-H. Jaira is also on MG-A, where I am currently more active.

[kentodreaming]

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

[meowizard]

i got tired of there being no good oc quizzes so i made my own!

answer questions about your oc and i give you my bona fide opinion on them that should be taken 100% seriously /s

[maryasmorevna]

[starlightbelle]

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[summerhalldreams]

[ritualslaughter]

[flame-of-tar-valon]

[housetyrellian]

Arth, Jaira, Syll

[housetyrellian]

As with Arathor

Humans have a horrifying way of making war. A war of humanity against humanity is horrifying.

These people have no mage-priests, only clergy and the occasional harvest witch. Potions make up some of the gap but there are too few, too few, and must be reserved for those who can drink and return to the fight. The more grievously injured must make do with bandages and crude surgery bereft of magic.

Here is a man who will never fight again, a knight’s sword cleaving his hand from his wrist with no one to reattach it. There is a woman who will be forever hobbled, leg crushed beneath steelshod hooves of knights pledged to defend the innocent of the realm who now trample them underfoot. Both of them and more would be made whole if humans did not waste their only proper healers on sermons and confession.

These thoughts consume Jaira Dawnstrider as she stands amidst the sulphurous stench of gunsmoke, hearing the screams of dying men. She came here to leverage a civil war to her people’s benefit, but more and more she finds herself becoming the mask: A partisan for peace between man and elf, who would see the old alliance restored. This new model army of hers is too valiant to be a simple tool, standing by their posts no matter what comes—A thin russet streak tipped with steel, bayonets ready as armored knights crash into them again and again. For hours they have held the guns, and for hours the Parliamentarians have sought to take them.

She came here because a House of Commons might be more receptive to Thalassian peace terms. She stays because this cause is righteous, hallowed by the blood of the fallen, and because this is the only future for her people.

As with Arathor, so with Stormwind.

[mintaii]

'leave me still, beneath the earth'

a gold foiled piece i drew for around gallery's show 'laws of nature' ◡̈

if u're in singapore, u can check out the amazing artwork in the show and maybe even pick up a copy of the works on display or other goods while u're at it!

thank u so much to around gallery for inviting me and for printing my piece!

[wearemercs]

A swordsmaid with a curved sword

Dragoon maid

Logistics

Scouts

Sniper maid

No bayonets

Maid sniper Gina Wallace

New Years

A Way Out

By Asterisk Kome

[dailyarturiartfgo]

Hi! Not exactly an ask but i had this design or like castoria alter, if u can call it that tbh, jts more like emo castoria (minus the ahoge) skskks i heavily based her from columbina in genshin impact, my headcanon for her is that she doesnt open her eyes, her bangs acts as her "eye mask", doesnt talk, she smiles but most of the time her smile is just a cold smile, she is distant, cold, and ruthless. I was hoping if u could draw her in your style. Thank you 🥰

Damn that's so cool

[housetyrellian]

At our head, flame-red hair a-flying

She rides, mail-clad, astride a mighty horse

Hark! She calls! Our lady Tenalla

“To me, to me! with me into the fray!”

Steel your heart, before it bursts asunder!

Let it beat to the music of the drums

Hark! They call! The clarion calls of her horns

Raise your lance, and join the bloody throng!

Ride with the wind, and think not of your safety

The blood-mad hordes of wild trolls await

Raise your shield and join the war-song’s chorus

Lend heart and hand to the Lady of the Lance!

There she stands, alone among the fallen

Around her lie the bodies of her knights

Still she cries in unbroken defiance

“This land belongs to the mighty Quel’dorei!”

Alone she stands, flame-red hair a-flying

With shattered shield and axe-rent flesh and mail

Yet still she calls, our Lady Tenalla

“To me, to me! the valiant never die!”

Traditional Tyrellian marching song, to the tune of Katyusha (GuP version)

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“Lastly, waging war against good people is bad for the soul. This may not seem important to you now, but it’s the most important thing I’ve said.” ~ Joshua Graham (Fallout: New Vegas)

Video games are not always considered significant artistic endeavors, the philosophical elements easily overshadowed by the gunplay, mutants, and such. There are moments, however, that demand your attention, characters that exist for a higher purpose than dispensing ammunition and issuing quests.

And that voice actor is sexy as fuck amiright

[we-are-knight]

Rose Knight by NAMGWON LEE

[darantha]

Winning prompt from this week’s Patreon poll: Phoenix themed knight :)

[thelovejournals]

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”

— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

[versegm]

“are you brave? the devil asked. no, she answered, but i am alive.”

— and sometimes those two things are the same (entry #2) // j.a.s (via gingerlattes)

[cowpokeprose]

When the world beats on you like a hammer on a thumb, I’ll be there to care. When voices grind in your ears like a rusty wheel and the gentlest touch is too much to bear I will be there to care. With a cool cloth for your face and a steady breath you can follow. I’ll bring good intentions and a listening ear. I’ll bring a heart full of love and hands that can help. When it all falls apart and and the pieces blow away I’ll be there. To care. To help. To sit in silence. To wait with you. Until there are pieces to put back together again.

[housetyrellian]

“If I’m to rule the world, it may as well be a world with living in.”

[glumshoe]

Villain: “You and I are very much alike, you know.”

Hero: “I realize that.”

Villain: “Doesn’t that trouble you?”

Hero: “Why would it? I share most of my genome with sewer rats.”

[glumshoe]

Villain: “But our similarities mean that, deep down, you’re a bad person. There’s nothing stopping you from being just as evil as I am!”

Hero: “Sure there is. I’m stopping me.”

Villain: “But in your heart you crave—”

Hero: “Sometimes when I’m in a crowded building I get the sudden urge to just boop a stranger right on the nose. But I don’t do it, because that would be super rude and weird. Does having that compulsion in the first place make me just as much of a weirdo as if I had acted on it? Maybe it does in your eyes, but to the would-be boopee, it makes all the difference in the world.”

Villain: “We’re not talking about booping noses, we’re talking about killing peop—”

Hero: “Look, dude, I’m sure murder can be really satisfying. But I’ve decided that I don’t want to murder people, and I think that’s very sexy of me. Look at me. With a little self-restraint, you might have had what I have.”

[jupiter-suggestion]

the girl smiles and it’s strange. you feel like you should know her, but you don’t. her eyes stay locked to yours and the longer you stare, the dizzier you feel. You want to get away from her, seeing her makes you itch all over. You walk away from the mirror.

[sofhtie]

i don’t think I’m ever going to get over this line

[doomhamster]

 #the problem with becoming the kind of hero you needed yourself #is that it can’t change the fact #that nobody came for you                                                    

[roses-raindrops-and-writing-dea]

Holy shit these are two of the most fucking raw things ever….hit home so hard they took my breath away