Stories around and about Illethiann Sungrave

Illethiann is a Blood Mage and a Magister in the Spire. I made this blog to share my RP stories with those who're interested. If you have any questions or any suggestions, feel free to share them with me.

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The broken wolf (Story about an orc named Mokal)

Everything started spinning around, images fading in and out. Voices echoed through his head. All he saw were two fel green orcs, who picked Sumtra up and let out an evil laugh.

“I suppose this one is young enough. I still don’t understand why he needs younglings.”

The other orc grunts, shaking his head as he bended over Mokal.

“He said that this would help us regain forces as our brothers and sister fell like sacks of blood during our invasion.”

The first orc Sumtra up with her loincloth, inspecting her.

“He’s going to use children as throwing bags?”

The second one snarled.

“Enough! He knows what he does. He has got us this far. The moment we find a way to release him and his student out of their… -jails- everything will be clear.”

The first one grunted, nodding as he took the crying child with him. The second orc took Mokal by the shoulder, laughing.

“I thank you, for being so weak. “

Mokal tried to create a glare on his face, raising his fist, only to see it stabbed into the ground by a sword. He roared, screamed, until the second orc kicked him in the face, leaving Mokal for dead with the several other, Mag’har orcs lying around him. The once prideful Warsong was defeated, beaten like a broken wolf.. No, like a dog, a dog who’s whelp had been stolen, a dog who failed.

Images appeared in Mokal his head while he was lying there, left for dead. Images of his first encounter with Ankagra, how she punched him, how they always argued. How he fell in love with her. Mokal saw a lot of his battles again, the ones in Ashenvale and Northrend. How he found his old home in Nagrand and how he met the Mag’har and his former Chieftain. The images were those of a beaten dog who was searching for a way to regain his pride. He succeeded, for a while, until he saw Sumtra again. His daughter, his sun and moon, his future. She was stolen from him, ripped out of his hands. He saw possible images of how the orcs were going to hurt her, use her as an experiment.

That moment, something snapped in the orc, the dog, slowly became the wolf he needed to be, he was trained to be! He snarled, as his eyes flew open, blood red. He let out a roar, a roar of anger, of bloodlust…. -Splash.. crack…- a disgusting sound filled the air as the orc pulled his arm through the blades, blood dripping from both arms, as a glare, a glare of a monster filled his face. He picked up his weapons, not bothering with his wounds, as he did not feel them, as he did not care. He snarled, biting as he walked towards the portal, towards his daughter, his future.

“LOK’TAR OGAR! VICTORY OR DEATH! FOR SUMTRA!”

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An unexpected conversation

It was dark, night had fallen upon the estate when Illethiann returned home. His face marked by the clap of a Nathrezim. His whole body shivered as he placed his hand upon his face, a glare of pain and anger while he did so. The claws of a Nathrezim are dangerous, some wear a poison that drives you insane, that paralyses you or.. slowly envenoms your body. Illethiann knew which one he had within his body. He needed to reach his room with the potions in, otherwise he’d slowly turn insane and die because of it. He pushed himself up, slowly reaching towards his laboratory.

The moment he reached his lab, he slowly created a blocker, something that would slow the venom down, giving him more time to create an antidote for it. He muttered to himself, cursing for being so blind, so stupid. Just as he had what he always wanted, he was about to lose it.

N: “Are you alright?”

Illethiann surrounded his hands with fel, not expecting anyone awake at this time of the day. The moment he turned towards the voice and saw who it was, the fel disappeared. It was Natsanna. Who else would it be at this time. She was sleeping less and less the last few weeks. Always training, always reading. Trying to reach her own limits, just like Windblaze. She frowned at him with her left eye.

N: “I’m not that ugly.”

Illethiann raised his hand, as an apology for his a brute action. It was dark, the lights were out in this part of the estate.

I: “I.. Didn’t expect you. I’m sorry little Star.”

N: “Don’t worry, I just finished studying. Why are you up so late?”

I: “I.. just returned from a task I had to perform. Sorry if I took you out of your concentration.”

Natsanna smiled, shaking her head as she walked closer towards him, every step she took her eyelids became smaller and smaller.

N: “What is this.. smell?”

I: “I.. can’t smell anything.”

N: “It’s like.. vomit. But worse!”

Illethiann widened his eyes, shocked by the sensitive smell of the young Sunglance. Slowly reaching for his bandana on his belt, trying to place it in front of his mouth, trying to hide the scar. But he was too late, Natsanna was too close and saw the mark on his face.

N: “What by the Sunwell happened to your face?!”

Illethiann sighed, shaking his head, placing his hands on her shoulders.

I: “An accident while I was interrogating someone.”

N: “What? What were you interrogating, a wolf?!”

I: “Yes, a wolf.”

Natsanna frowned, crossing her arms on her chest.

N: “Fine.. If you don’t want to tell me. But at least let me clean out the wound?”

Illethiann sighed, rolling his eyes.

I: “Fine. But normally it is I, who takes care of you..”

N: “Don’t fight with wolves then..”

Illethiann tapped her nose, winking at her, as they both left towards the closest bench. A bench were Natsanna started cleaning out his wound. A wound that burned, a wound that smelled, a wound of a killer. Illethiann fought against the pain, a pain that would have been worse if it wasn’t for his elixir. Natsanna smiled faintly at him, nodding.

N: “There.. I do think you should ask Farhollow to look at it. He’s smart.”

Illethiann smiled, nodding ones as he squeezed her shoulder.

I: “So are you. But, I will ask him to look at it.”

N: “Promised?”

I: “Promised.. Now, off to bed. You have a long day tomorrow.”

Natsanna grinned, punching Illethiann’s shoulder.

N: “Blood for Blood grandfather!”

I: “Blood for Blood, little Star.”

Illethiann smiled as Natsanna ran off, punching himself up, preparing his reagents to create an elixir. An elixir that might safe his life.

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The trap: part 4 -last part- (Illethiann his perspective)

Illethiann blinked, getting out of his train of thoughts as he peered towards her.

I: “I don’t know if you’ll find where she is in his head. But if you think it’s worth your time trying, go ahead. Know that these elves aren’t the usual scum you deal with.”

He looked towards the last elf, slowly reaching up to the crack on his right eyelid. Illethiann still tried to figure out how she could lead them, he saw how she was killed, ripped into two pieces by those fel-orcs. He shook his head, trying to regain his focus, but it was hard. It was hard because of the fact none of this made sense. He looked around, trying to concentrate on something else, but there was nothing. Just the dry ground of Hellfire and Rei’ann who was doing what she thought was right. He wondered if he knew her, after all, she was there with them. But then again, she didn’t remember Illethiann either.

I: “When you’re done I’d like to return to Quel’thalas. I need some rest, it seems.”

He waited till she was done, reaching up towards the closest cliff and stare down from it. Trying to figure everything out, but he failed. It made him frustrated and angry. Nothing made sense and he knew it, never had he been placed in a riddle like this. A riddle he cannot solve. He rub the crack on his eyelid ones more as he slowly muttered against himself, opening his journal, writing down everything he saw and everything he knew.

I: “I’ll figure this out.. I have too..”

After he was done he closed his book, looking towards Rei’ann ones more, waiting for her to go back to Quel’thalas

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The trap: part 3 (Illethiann his perspective)

The moment he felt Rei’ann was there, he smiled faintly, knowing he wasn’t alone, not this time. Shortly after he looked back towards the elf, smirking.

I: “Go on than, tell me who’s your leader.”

The elf shivered, it was unclear if it was a shiver in fear of Illethiann or a shiver in fear for she who’s name he’s about to say. Seconds passed and the elf slowly moved his laps, a single name leaving them: “A’ziris Sunblink”. Illethiann knew the name, is was an old friend of his brother from when he was still young. Yet confusion took over, since last he knew she was killed, slaughtered by the fel-orcs in Outland several years ago.

I: “How..?”

The elf shook his head, begging for his life. Illethiann sighed, looking down upon him.

I: “Pathetic. I’ve seen Trolls with more dignity than you.”

Illethiann raised his arm, punching the elf on his nose, it was obvious he broke it as the nose made such a crack sound even those a few meter from him might have heard it. He shook his head as the elf fell unconscious on the ground. Raising his voice as he peered towards the other elves.

I: “Let this be a lesson to you all. Those who dare to stand against our Kingdom, our Grand Magister, will feel his wrath and power. Be happy it was I, who is standing here and not him. You are all traitors and it will be my honour to put you all down, but that would be to easy.. I wish you all the best of luck in jail, worms. Get them out of my sight Lady Silverfire, before I change my mind and do it myself.”

Illethiann his expression changed when he was talking, slowly turning into that glare again. That glare filled with anger towards them all, but the moment he spoke her name, that one name, he returned towards his calm self. Like she was a cure against aggression. He looked at her, while she did what she had to do, but his mind was lost, trying to find out where and how he could find A’ziris and why she was still alive. But he knew this were not all the question which needed an answer, he knew this was just the beginning.

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The trap: part 2 (Illethiann his perspective)

Illethiann descended from the rock, walking slowly towards the first trapped elf he sees. The elf, unsure what to expect glare at him, muttering against himself. The moment Illethiann reaches the elf, his head lowers, looking towards the ground for a few minutes, until a sigh leaves his mouth. He looks up towards the elf, his expression neutral and calm.

I: “Who’s your leader?”

The elf laughs maniacally at the question, not answering him at all, just that sick laugh.

I: “Please, answer. Don’t make me harm you”

The elf spits towards Illethiann, before a glare appears on his face, not answering the question ones more. Illethiann doesn’t blink as he stares at the elf, it is unclear what he’s thinking or what he’s going to do. But for those who know him, you know something snapped inside. Without any warning or any hesitation Illethiann puts his hand on the elf’s throat, squeezing it together, harder and harder. Two other elves, who are trapped with the elf try to get out of the cage as they watch the ruthless action of Illethiann upon the elf. Illethiann starts to glare, an anger is unleashed in him, an anger even he fears in situations like this, he slowly tilts his head, staring into the shocking elf his eyes, as he speaks in a low, dark tone.

I: “I.. warned you.”

The moment the words left Illethiann his lips, he releases his fingers around the elf his throat, as he falls lifeless on the ground.

I: “Next..”

Illethiann smirks dark towards the other two elves who are trapped, slowly stepping towards them. As one of the elf’s falls lifeless on the ground. Slaughtered by the cruel torture of the school of Divination. The last remaining elf starts begging for his life, like a scared little child who’s afraid of the dark. The moment Illethiann stops in front of  his side of the trap, the elf starts to beg for his life, promising he will tell everything. Illethiann stares at him for seconds, minutes, before he blinks. A blink like he awakened from a daydream, nodding ones as he puts his right hand on his right temple, trying to find Rei’ann.

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The trap: part 1 (Illethiann his perspective)

Ilethiann stands on the rock overlooking the area where the meeting is about to take place, inspecting if his fel traps are still functioning before looking over towards Rei’ann, who’s standing on a rock below him. Her simple nod says enough, she’s ready and so is he. The time goes by slowly, until the first warlock appears. It’s an elf, his eyelid cracked due to the use of the fel inside and around him. Within minutes of his arrival more and more warlocks start to appear, elves and orcs alike. Illethiann starts counting, making sure all are there before he explodes his traps.

I: “39.. 40.. 41.. 42.. They are all there.”

Within seconds of those last words, his traps explode, burning all the orcs alive. A grin appears on his face, not a grin of joy or a grin of a madmen. But a grin of satisfaction, the satisfaction that his plan is working without failure. Seconds after the orcs start burning, the arcane traps of Magistrix Silverfire start to explode too, trapping the elven warlocks, just like planned. Illethiann smiles, happy he accepted her help. He understands that if he didn’t, his task would have failed and would have resolved in dead.. Not for himself, but for the Sin’dorei below him. He looks towards Rei’ann, smiling, something he does a lot recently. At least when she’s there.

I: “Seems you were of little use after all.”

He nods ones, a small smirk appearing on his face. Part one of the task was completed, now it was a matter of coordination and timing. It was time to find out who their leader is and if there are any left. A cruel task, a task that will involve torture, a task he must do alone. The thought of torture no longer gave him the joy he ones felt. It made him sick. Yet, he had to do it. If he didn’t do it, it would come up towards Rei’ann to do so.. Or even worse, Narindiel, as the task was originally given to her. Illethiann sighed, looking towards Rei’ann.

I: “Try to find a way to get rid of the bodies without drawing too much attention. I will.. deal with the rest.”

After those last words, his tone became lower, slowly descending from the rock towards the captured elves. The fel in his eyes blazing, as a glare on his face appeared.

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Hit by power

Illethiann stares down from the upper tier, peering over the estate when Farhollow appears behind him.

F: “My Lord.”

Ilethiann turns around, nodding towards him.

I: “Farhollow.”

F: “How are you, My Lord?”

I: “I do not know.. I really do not. I am awaiting for an answer of her.”

F: “I.. do not want to sound rude, My Lord. But, do you think she will?”

Illethiann turns around again, shaking his head.

I: “I don’t.. But I have seen things I have never seen before, felt things that.. I didn’t think they existed. I am happy, Farhollow, as long as she is. No matter what choice she’ll make.”

Farhollow narrows his eyes, shaking his head as he smiles.

F: “You changed, My Lord. She changed you. In a good way.”

I: “I am still the same, Farhollow.”

F: “Maybe, but it has been since you were a youngster when I last saw you like this. Do you remember?”

Illethiann shakes his head.

I: “I don’t.. I don’t remember anything.”

Farhollow sighs, nodding ones.

F: “I hope she chooses what is right, My Lord.”

I: “She will. She always does. I can assure you.”

F: “Of course, My Lord.”

I: “You understand I’d die for her?”

F: “I do..”

I: “Good.”

Farhollow smiles faintly, bowing towards his back.

F: “I am sorry you are so nervous about it.”

Illethiann shakes his head, still staring at the estate.

I: “She’s my power source and without power to keep me going, I die. So I’d die to safe my source, my life.. Blood for blood, my friend.”

Farhollow opens his mouth, but no words leave it, ending up in a small smirk, leaving the upper tier with a smile.

F: “Blood for the Fallen My Lord.”

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She or she

After Illethiann returned to his estate from the Spire and his conversation with Lady Silverfire. After the formal goodbye Rei’ann teleported away. Illethiann was confused, it was a good day, at least, he likes to think it was. While he peered at the book the grand magister gave him, Farhollow approached him, inspecting him.

F: “My Lord? Where have you been? I thought you were ordered to stay within the estate?”

I: “I was, Farhollow. Yet I had to go to the Spire for official business.”

F: “Of course, sorry I didn’t mean to insult you.”

Illethiann smirked, shaking his head. Leaving Farhollow perplex with the reaction.

F: “Are.. you alright My Lord?”

Illethiann smiled, faintly. But he smiled.

I: “I can not complain, my friend. I wish you a good night.”

Farhollow narrowed his eyes slightly, confused.

F: “And you.. My Lord.”

Illethiann gave the elf a nod, leaving towards his library, the book in his hands.

I: “Let’s see..”

Ilethiann opened the book, a book about the laws of relatives and guardians. He was looking for something, yet, he didn’t really knew what. After hours of searching, reading, studying the book he looked up. The sun reached the clouds already above his estate, it was almost midday. He closed the book and shacked his head.

I: “Why can’t you leave my head.. You’re such a mystery, such a spark in my life, yet so dangerous.”

Ilethiann leaned back in his chair, letting the fel magic surround his finger, as he drew a face with it, a beautiful female elven face. He stared at it until the fel fires disappeared, leaving only a sigh made by his breath behind. After he restored his formal position on the chair again, he took out the necklace from under his robe, the blue sapphire ring still on it. He peered at it for minutes, until a loud yawn sound echoed through the library. It was Natsanna.

N: “Oh, My Lord! I euh.. didn’t expect you to be here.. Eumh.. I didn’t really expect anyone.”

Natsanna rubbed the back of her head, blinking her eyes as she smiled embaressed towards him.

I: “Yes, so I heard.”

Natsanna opened her mouth, but just as she was about the speak, she saw the sapphire ring, blinking at it.

N: “That’s.. Very beautiful, can I see it?”

Illethiann peered at her and the ring for a while, until he gave her one, slow nod. Natsanna smiled, running towards it to grab it out of his hands.

N: “Wow! This is really beautiful! Euh.. What’s N.S.?”

I: “Euh.. it’s.. it stands for Neph’o Ano. Which means beautiful being.”

Natsanna smiled, inspecting the ring one last time before giving it back to him.

N: “I am sure who ever wears something like that is a beautiful creature.”

I: “It belonged to someone very beautiful indeed.”

Natsanna smiled, nodding ones. Putting the book she borrowed back on the desk before making a formal bow with a smile.

N: “My Lord.”

I: “Miss Sunglance.”

Illethiann smiled as she left the library, taking out a quill and paper, drawing two faces on it. Two beautiful elven female faces.

I: “I will not give up, not now, not tomorrow.. Because you are worth it.”

Illethiann pushed himself up, taking the drawing with him, hanging it up in his private chamber before teleporting himself away towards the estate wall, to stare into the ocean and think.

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The crystal

Illethiann took a deep sigh the moment he knew Rei’ann was outside the training grounds. He had been fighting against himself for a few days now, trying to figure out why her and why it was so important for him to be with her. After a  few minutes of debating with himself.  He ordered himself to pull himself together, this was embarrassing. He is a Lord and Magister, love shouldn’t come on the first place.

I: What is happening with me? What is this?

Illethiann shacked his head, a glare on his face as he looked towards the fel crystal in front of him. The crystal was pulsating with fel, the flames inside moving from left to right and from right to left. He remembers everything. He remembers how his first time touching it felt, how the addiction became bigger and bigger and how it drove his brother mad. At times like this, he starts to imagine what would have happened if he didn’t follow his Prince, if he didn’t tap the fel. He wouldn’t have been this powerful, no. But he would have been untainted.. free.. He’d feel the arcane pulsing in his body, like Farhollow taught him. He remembers it, all of it. And as he thinks back, he remembers her, Magistrix Silverfire..

I: Erase what must be erased…

While Illethiann mutters those words, he peers into the crystal, shaking his head, as he teleports himself back towards his library.

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Like riddles in the dark

Natsanna and Farhollow sit upon the edge of the wall, surrounding the estate, watching how the sun reaches the ocean.

N: Beautiful isn’t it? The way the sun goes to sleep in the ocean?

F: It is.

N: If I had to pick my race.. I’d be a Sun Elf.. Yes, that sounds good.

Farhollow raises both brows, peering at the young elf, without saying a word.

N: Sun Elf.. I am Natsanna Sunglance, Sun Elf and Blood mage.

Farhollow his eyes narrow, hearing her say those last words.

F: Blood mage? Why would you want to corrupt yourself Natsanna?

N: To be powerful! And then I’d kick your ass!

Farhollow rubs his temples, shaking his head.

F: I’ll teach you how to ki-.. defeat me without the shadow flames, my dear.

Natsanna smiles, nodding.

N: I was hoping you were going to say that.

F: Now now.. So you’re telling me you made me say this?

Natsanna nods, giving him a big wink.

F: I need to keep you away from Lord Sungrave. He has a bad influence on you.

Farhollow laughs faintly, looking at Natsanna.

N: He’s not a bad elf, is he?

Farhollow sighs, looking back towards the ocean.

F: He is.. Something broke in him a long time ago Natsanna. Something that is slowly getting healed. Is he a bad person? No, no he is not.. But you need to open yourself to him fully to understand that.

Natsanna looks back towards the ocean, nodding as she narrows her eyes.

N: How did you join his household?

Farhollow smiles, looking at her.

F: I was friends with Illethiann’s father, we grew up together. I, unlike him, wasn’t the oldest of me family, which didn’t really bound me to my own household. So, I joined his.

Natsanna peers at him, clearly confused.

N: Just like that?

Farhollow nods ones towards her.

F: Just like that.

N: Didn’t you miss your family?

F: I still saw them, being part of a household, doesn’t mean you’re in a prison.

N: Oh? I see.. Well, I don’t have any family, so I don’t know.. Within the Silverfire estate I just eat, sleep and study.. They don’t really talk with me there. Only Narindiel.. And sometimes that stupid Magistrix.

Farhollow sighs, shaking his head.

F: Don’t call her that, she did what she had to do in her eyes. Like the fact we had to have you there so Bloodwind could see you were in this estate.

N: It doesn’t matter..

F: It does matter.

Natsanna frowns, shaking her head.

N: You know, I never caught your full name and when I tried to enter your head it made me dizzy..

Farhollow raises a brow at her, clearly not expecting something like this.

F: You.. tried to enter my head?

Natsanna nods her head, smiling.

N: A few times. It wasn’t a great success.

Farhollow shakes his head, silently muttering towards himself. “You’re just like your grandfather..”

N: What was that?

F: I said, that’s very dangerous.. Don’t you ever do that again!

Natsanna grunts, nodding ones.

N: Fine! But you need to tell me your name first!

Farhollow looks at her, dead serious.

F: Are you sure you want to hear it?

Natsanna nods, smiling like a happy youngster.

F: Sylvarys.

Natsanna frowns at him.

N: What?

F: … Sylvarys.

N: Like my..?

F: Yes.

N: My brother had the.. same name as you?

F: He had.

N: How?

Farhollow shakes his head, looking how the darkness covers the estate walls.

F: That’s enough miss Sunglance. Time to get inside the walls.

Natsanna growls, shaking her head.

N: Tell me!

F: I can’t. Now get inside, before I teleport you in the sky and give you a free fall you will not enjoy.

N: TELL ME!

Farhollow shakes his head, teleport himself away, leaving Natsanna behind in the darkness of the night. Her, filled with tears. Tears for her lost brother and her best friend “I miss you Sylv..”

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Illethiann and Natsanna, a conversation about Narindiel

It was a beautiful evening, when Illethiann was sitting on the edge of the fountain, reading one of his favourite books, an older book, written in old Thalassian. It was quiet and calm, most of the members of his household were inside, eating or preparing themselves for the night. Only Natsanna came out of her room, peering at the sky, as if she was counting the stars, smiling. She hadn’t noticed Illethiann yet, until he started speaking.

I: “Good evening, Miss Sunglance.”

Natsanna blinked, looking towards him, clearly surprised by seeing him there.

N: “Oh, it’s you.”

Illethiann smiled, a smile which, unlike his others, wasn’t a forced one.

I: “Yes it is I. I live here, actually.”

Natsanna blinks, rolling her eyes afterwards with a small smile on her lips.

N: “I know that, I just wasn’t expecting anyone that’s all.”

Illethiann closes his book, offering a seat next to him, smiling.

I: “It was a joke, miss Sunglance. But let us forget about that, hm? It is clear that I lack the humoristic approach in conversations. How are you?”

Natsanna laughs, attempting to punch his shoulder but then stops, remembering the manners Magistrix Silverfire and Windblaze thought her.

N: “I.. am fine, My Lord. I just miss my master.”

I: “I am sure she will return faster than you think, Miss Sunglance. Your master cares a lot about you. All she talks about is you.”

Natsanna looks at him, stunned and surprised.

N: “Does she.. really do that?”

I: “Of course, she said you’re the best apprentice someone can wish for.”

N: “I think you’re lying. I give my master a lot of problems and troubles.”

I: “And that makes you a bad apprentice? I can assure you, that Windblaze isn’t that perfect either.”

Natsanna narrows her eyes the moment Illethiann uses the word –isn’t-, showing him her fist.

N: “HEY! My master is a very good master and mage! And she would kick you’re a-.. Behind!”

I: “I never said she isn’t, miss Sunglance. I just said that, like you, she has given me some trouble too.”

N: “That doesn’t sound like her, My Lord.”

Illethiann smiles, winking at her.

I: “It is our secret than.”

Natsanna nods, smiling, waiting for him to continue.

I: “She ones walked away out of training, because she didn’t agree with my method. Your master is very stubborn, but, not always in a bad way.”

N: “She.. walked away from a training?”

I: “Indeed, your master, my apprentice.. Tries to do it her own way. And sometimes, when she can’t, she’s upset. Like you, isn’t it?”

N: “So, you say I look like my master?”

Illethiann looks up, smiling towards the stars.

I: “That is what I am telling you, Little Star.”

Natsanna smiles, blushing as she hears what she calls him.

I: “I miss your master too, you know. She’s a very good elf. You should be proud to have her, miss Sunglance. Never forget that.”

N: “I will not, My Lord. Blood for Blood!”

Illethiann narrows his eyes, nodding ones as he speaks in a low tone.

I: “Yes.. Blood for Blood, my dear Natsanna.”

While the last words leave his mouth, Natsanna runs off, jumping from one bench to an other and climbing pillars like it is nothing and Illethiann, he sits there, staring at the stars.

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Illethiann's fallen grandson, Sylvarys Sunglance

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Vellidan, the Demon Hunter and Kel'terus

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Magistrix Rei'ann Silverfire during the Siege's final day.

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Illethiann and Bloodwind

Illethiann his eyes are closed, two chains around his wrist to keep him off the ground. The red runes on his back are ruined by the slashes of  a whip on his back. Even now, an hour after the –punishment- the blood continues dripping of his back, fighting against the sleep, the exhaustion. Just as he was about to give in, someone enters the chamber, smirking as he eyes Illethiann up and down.

“Look at this, you’re looking better than ever, my old friend.”

How could someone not recognise a voice like that, it was Bloodwind and he was enjoying every second of the pain he gave Illethiann.

“Ooh? Not interested in a good conversation? Pitty.. I guess I’ll go and get your apprentice instead then.”

Illethiann his eyes -flew-, the fel blazing in it, like never before. He was angered, he could bare the pain they brought upon him, but never the fact they would hurt the ones he cares about.

“Leave her out of this!”

Bloodwind smirked, he knows he has Illethiann where he wants him.

“Then, you’ll have to talk.”

Illethiann, trying to control his anger, just gave him a nod, nothing more, nothing less.

“Good, do you have any proof of the fact I ordered my apprentice to lower her barrier?”

“N-No.. I-I d.. do not.”

Bloodwind laughed, nodding ones.

“Let’s see if you speak the truth then. DAWNSTRIDE!”

A muscular elf stepped into the room the moment the name echoed through the estate.

“My Lord?”

“Dawnstride, make sure our guest gets a special cure for.. speaking the truth.”

Dawnstride nods, taking the whip from his belt, continuing the whipping on the back of Illethiann. A grin on his face, like a true sadist. Illethiann his screams echoes through the estate. The wounds on his back, get wounds of themselves.. If that was possible. While Dawnstride continues whipping Illethiann, a young female enters the room, she doesn’t seem that horrible and mean, yet. As many know, looks never mean a thing.

“Can I join you, Dawnstride? Lord Bloodwind promised I would get revenge for the dead of my brother.”

Dawnstride smirks, nodding, as he pats Illethiann’s back. Blood hanging on his hand.

“Go on then.”

The woman smiles, taking a small knife out of her pockets, as she slowly starts to stab Illethiann in his legs and arms. Illethiann his eyes widen, he continues screaming his longues out, but the pain is unbearable.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaar-…”

Only the sound of the whip hitting the flesh remains, while Illethiann hangs lifeless on the chains.

[illethiann-blog]

Natsanna and Illethiann

Natsanna was cheering, running around in the estate, climbing on things that wasn’t allowed. Illethiann, who was observing her the whole time smiled, enjoying his granddaughter’s spirit and energy.

“You’ll cry when you fall, Little Star. I suggest you stop before that happens.”

Natsanna started jumping from on pillar to another, which is, due to her very young age, an impressive thing.

“I suggest I don’t fall then, grandfather!”

Illethiann smirked, shaking his head. Any other who’d dare to be so rude to him, would get the full load, yet, somehow, Natsanna reached his heart with every word she said, every action she did.. She was his little star, his little light in the darkness. Just as he was about the levitate her down, an elf ran towards him. It was Theoran Farhollow, Sylvarys’s son.

“M-my Lord, someone’s beating up Senna, telling him to get out of his mind. P-please, do something before he kills him!”

Illethiann sighed, closing his eyes.

“Tell you father to deal with him, he’s used to this now.”

The elf blinked, nodding, running off towards Sylvarys Farhollow. There was a silence within the estate now, a very awkward silence. Natsanna blinked, sliding down the pillar she was sitting on.

“What is Farhollow going to do, grandfather?”

Illethiann looked up, sighing faintly.

“Showing his loyalty, my Star.”

“Loyalty? What is loyalty?”

Natsanna blinked, awaiting for an answer of her grandfather.

“Why don’t I tell you a story about loyalty? Perhaps, you it will explain it?”

Natsanna closed her eyes, tilting her head smiling.

“I do like stories!”

Illethiann smiled, pulling her up and putting her on his lap, while he was sitting on the border of the fountain.

“This story is about the hound and the bear. The hound, who was a loyal companion of a human village, not so far away from Goldshire. He protected his village as that was what he was trained for. One day, many of the chickens and sheep of the village were killed, eaten by an animal. So, the hound, together with the hunters of the village, started tracking the beast down. The hound, who, ran ahead, found a bear, who was walking around the forest, searching for food.

“You, why did you intrude in our village, eating our animals!” the hound yelled.

“I did no such a thing, hound.” the bear said.

“Then why are you so close to our village?” the hound asked.

“A few days ago, I was attacked by a pack of wolves in my cave, they made me run and hide, here in the forest. I think they made be the ones who’re troubling you.” the bear said.

“I thank you, bear, for your honesty. Now you should run, as for my owners will not show you the same mercy.”

The bear looked at the hound, nodding at him ones. “I thank you, hound,” and with those words the bear ran off.

The hunters arrived, seeing what happened, how the hound let the bear escape. While the hound, only did what was right, the hunters still shot him in the head, leaving him for dead. Many hours passed and for some reason, the hound survived the shot.

“Do you know what the hound did when he was able to walk ones more my little Star?”

Natsanna nodded, her smile was gone, clearly an effect made by Illethiann his story.

“He ran towards the bear?”

Illethiann shook his head. “No, my dear child. The hound stumbled back to his village.”

Natsanna jumped of his lap. “Why grandfather?! Why would he do that?!”

Illethiann pushed himself up, putting his hand on her head. “Loyalty, my little Star.”

Natsanna stared at him, as he walked back to his library, not looking back ones. Natsanna, who was clearly hit with an emotion she’s not able to control yet, stood there, for minutes if not hours, staring at the library, trying to figure out what loyalty means.

[illethiann-blog]

A sin of the past

Illethiann walked past the fountain in his estate, eyes narrowed towards the ground. He was lost in thought, considering a possible solution for the problems with Magister Bloodwind. He walked around for hours, yet every hour felt like a year.

“I failed.”

Those two words released something inside him, emotions he had sworn to lock up for as long as he breathed. As a single tear rolled down his cheek, Farhollow arrived, shocked by the visage of his former student.

“My Lord?”

Illethiann sighed, looking towards Farhollow, snapping back to his usual self.

“How can I stop someone like this? How is it possible that he even found the right and approval to do this? It is not right, they are innocent!”

The last word released a fury inside him as the fel erupted out of his body, blazing the flower garden around the fountain into ash, or at least some of it.

Farhollow closed his eyes, standing in the middle of the wave of fel fire, clearly saddened by the state in which he found Illethiann. For those who might wonder how it was possible for someone to stand within such an eruption of fel, let’s just say that Farhollow had seen the necessary and his power knew little limits.

“My lord Sungrave, ruining the estate is not going to save them.”

“Nothing will save them! Doesn’t Bloodwind see that it was an accident? It was his apprentice that challenged mine! His! Do all those I train have to suffer for that? Do they?!”

Farhollow opened his mouth, but no words left his lips. He knew that Illethiann was right, that it was not justice anymore - it was vengeance.

“I will see what I can do, My Lord. Perhaps the Sunreavers could help you with this proble-“

Illethiann waved his hand, looking towards Farhollow.

“You know, as well as I do, that they would never, ever help fel-users. No matter how naive Archmage Sunreaver is. “

“I could always try, My Lord.”

Illethiann stared in front of him, towards the open sea.

“It is my fault. I should have kept my eyes on her. I created a monster in their eyes, Farhollow! They called her a monster! While all she did was protect herself! Defending my honor! I can.. I will never train an apprentice again, Farhollow. And no elf will continue my legacy. Today, the line of blood magi of house Sungrave ends! They are taking them all!”

Farhollow frowned. “I might have an idea that could save them, My Lord.. Dalaran.”

Illethiann frustrated by the whole situation, glared at his former mentor as he spoke.

“I just told you what I think about your Sunreavers, Farhollow!”

Farhollow smirked.

“You didn’t let me finish, My Lord. Perhaps, I could find a reason to lock you and your apprentices up in the Violet Hold. Perhaps.. the village you destroyed when you were younger?”

Illethiann narrowed his eyes, thinking. It was clearly a risk that he would take if it meant that he his apprentices would live on. Yet, there was half a chance that his apprentices would pay for his mistakes in the past. His mental barrier would have to stay up throughout the whole process and he would have to implant fake illusions into the head of the council. Failing would mean that he would die together with his apprentices, but should he succeed, his apprentices would be locked up, but they would be safe.

“You know that I care more about them then I do about my own father. Very well, I agree with your plan, Farhollow.”

Strauss, a young student within the house of Sungrave, was eavesdropping behind a stone pillar close to the fountain, smirking. This was his chance, his moment to become the only apprentice of Illethiann. While Lord Illethiann Sungrave and Archmage Sylvarys Farhollow walked towards the exit of the estate, preparing themselves for the process, Strauss teleported himself straight towards Lord Bloodwind himself.