Hello everyone! So sorry for all the inactivity and lack of writing and whatnot. I’m just popping in to say something about this blog real quick
This blog is going to be archived.
This doesn’t mean I’m quitting rp, however! This blog is just too cluttered and too messy for me to keep using it, and I want to start fresh. So, I’m moving to a brand new one!
What the new blog will feature:
An Overwatch verse
Organized tags
A functioning, readable theme
A better directory to both the WoW and OVW stories and descriptions of Neo and Anan
Currently, the blog is still under construction, but a good majority of the blog is set up. You can follow it here @devotedtolight !!
Notes:
The Overwatch verse has changed Anandor and Neo’la almost entirely so that they fit nicely into the universe. Their names, story, and looks have been tweaked. Their WoW verse counterpart is entirely intact.
Because drabbles are taking too long to write, I’m going to simply sum up what happens in their backstory page and skip to the present to make things easier. The drabbles will still be written, but they are no longer a priority. I’m struggling too much to write them.
Seaandra’s blog ( @unholysunblade ) won’t be archived, but it will be overhauled and an Overwatch verse will be added to her preexisting blog.
This blog will remain as an archive. It will not be deleted. If you want the url I have, just contact me and I’ll give it to you!
"Commander!" Anandor calls out, moving swiftly towards the other paladin and offers a short bow. He seemed a little troubled. "I've completed today's work orders... And I wanted to know if... it'd be alright to speak with you."
Alyndrah had been moving through the garrison with a list in hand as she conducted her monthly inspections, a necessity thanks to a certain goblin that had joined the garrison soon after it was created.Â
At the sound of the paladin calling out to her, Alyndrah paused, turning to give Anandor her full attention.Â
“It’s always alright to speak to me. Is this a private matter?” Alyndrah glanced to the crafters and guards that continued their work around them. But if the other elf sought privacy, she knew it would be better to speak away from curious ears.Â
It was unlike him to be this unprepared, and his distraction certainly didn’t play in his favor. Upon seeing her charge at him, he took an unstable step back, raising his weapon in a feeble attempt to fend her off. Unfortunately, his tardiness in such a reflex resulted in their collision, and he quickly lost balance in the movement.
He grunted as he fell, and her words echoed in his mind. Something in his chest churned, and he wasn’t sure how he felt, nor did he want to feel. The landing hurt, but it was no longer his main concern. His eyes were wide, heart pounding, and words refused to form.
“N-No, I… I don’t want that, I don’t…” He sputters, a feeling of guilt and shame washing over. “I don’t want it to ruin me, I… That’s the last thing I want. I keep trying to tell myself these things, I have everything back, it’s true. My life, it’s nearly back to normal, and still… I’ve been angry for so many years, it’s like I don’t even remember who I was… am…” He shook his head, bringing up his sparring weapon again, lacking the intent for another strike. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want to live again, and I can, but every moment that I feel happy, or even dare to smile, I feel wrong. I just feel…”
And there it was, the words came to him at last, and a part of him wished he had kept it buried.
“I feel afraid. I’m scared, and I-I don’t know how to function anymore.”
He was quiet for a moment, his head hung low as he listened. When he looked back at her again, his eyes were different, and his face was soft. The shields he had put up to protect himself, guard how he truly felt were all but gone, leaving him vulnerable, yet true to his inner thoughts.
“I... I don’t know what to say...” He murmured. “You’re right, you’re so right, I just... I needed that. I needed to hear that. Light, I don’t know how I can thank you. It’s been so hard to even form words about this whole thing but I’m... I’m glad I can talk to you.”
The walls came back up, and the raw emotion was concealed once more, yet his face wasn’t entirely hardened. He was more comfortable, though still shaken up, but he looked as if he’d been relieved of such a great weight upon his shoulders. He straightened up, dusting himself off and gave a respectful bow to her.
“Again, thank you. And, I’m sorry for your loss, Commander. You have my utmost respect.”
The paladin took his sparring weapon and neatly placed it back on the rack, seeming tired almost. “I think I’ve had enough. You really have a lot of power, not many people can knock me over like that.
“I’ll heal, but we should refocus. How soon do you think we can get to the other prisoners in the Alliance camp?”
I’m tagging: idk who to tag bc I think everyone I know has already been tagged….. but uh @amnesicangel and @wanderersofazeroth if you haven;t done it yet ;u;
Putting this under a cut bc it’s long and has both my muses!
We even both torture them the same. Both Anierous and Neo'la were caught in the middle of the Purge of Dalaran. Now I think about them fighting together to save the Sunreaver civilians, their eyes glowing gold with the Light.
oh shit wait
that was a mistake
when I copied and pasted the prompt u tagged me in i think i forgot to fill in that area with Neo’la’s regrets and instead it has yours, SHIT I FUCKED UP
I’m tagging: idk who to tag bc I think everyone I know has already been tagged..... but uh @amnesicangel and @wanderersofazeroth if you haven;t done it yet ;u;
Putting this under a cut bc it’s long and has both my muses!
One picture you like best of your character’s FC (or play-by or art you have of them, whatever, pick something) :
Two head canons you have for your muse that you never told anyone:
While enslaved by private traffickers, Anandor had actually lost faith in the Light after being locked away for about four years. The Light no longer came to his call, since he had begun to lose hope that he would ever escape. Once on Draenor, however, and he spotted Neo’la nearly being choked to death by one of the Iron Horde orcs, Anandor returned to his normal self, and reached out to the Light for the first time in nearly three years. The scene where both he and Neo’la fall off the Dark Portal’s platform and he casts a divine shield around them is the first time he touched the Light -- and it was used to save her life.
Anandor has heinous addiction problems, and can get hooked on anything way too easily. He was a thistlehead growing up, and it wasn’t until he was taken away as a slave that he finally broke that addiction (I mean when you don’t have access to it for like seven or eight years, yeah you’re gonna be clean) Not only that, but after the Sunwell was destroyed, he binged on fel energy to satiate his thirst in dangerous amounts, so much so that he risked becoming a wretched. His eyes were originally a vivid violet color, but are now a sickly felfire green. Only recently has the murky glow gone down to look a little less sickly, but it is forever a reminder of how he couldn’t keep his addiction under control.
Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:
Fishing! His father used to take him out fishing a lot since he grew up by the shore, and he loves going out to sea
Lying in the sun. Just on the grass, no armor, no shoes, just lying there with his eyes closed and basking in the sunlight.
Cliff diving. Just jump off a damn waterfall and into a river. Gets the heart pumping and keeps you cool in the summer.
Two things your muse regrets:
Being unable to keep his son from dying at the hands of the Scourge. He should have told Erenor he had to go with his mother, he shouldn’t have let him fight alongside him. It was too dangerous, and it was his fault, Anandor let him die...
Losing himself to the Alliance. So many years lost, so much time he spent apart from his family, he should have been stronger, he should have been able to take down that mage before she casted the damn pyroblast. They dragged him away, and he was too weak to do anything about it.
Two phobias/fears your muse has:
Being the only one left alive, or watching all his loved ones die before he did. The thought of losing those he holds so dear pains him, and keeps him awake at night, especially since it;s too possible for the fear to come true.
Losing his mind and being forced to hurt who he loves. He would never grow violent to those he loved, and he’d rather die than watch himself sink low enough or lose his sanity enough to allow any harm to befall on his family -- especially by his own hand.
One picture you like best of your character’s FC (or play-by or art you have of them, whatever, pick something) :
(art by @phsfg)
Two head canons you have for your muse that you never told anyone:
Neo’la actually had a relationship with one of her bosses at the Silvermoon tailoring shop she worked at (after Anandor “died”). Neo’la dated Lady Tierra Boughstrider for a few months, but they broke the relationship after Garrosh’s tyranny started affecting everyday lives.
Neo’la secretly has a thing for night elves.
(this part is hella short mainly bc I’ve already talked about literally everything else about her so I had a hard time coming up with something)
Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:
Sewing or knitting. Anything to keep her hands busy. That, and she loves making scarves or other various clothing.
She likes walking in the city, just enjoying the view and windowshopping. In a modern AU she’d spend all her time in a damn mall.
Sleeping. Nothing beats a good ol fashioned nap
Two things your muse regrets:
Not being with her children at their time of death. She feels responsible for Erenor and Andria’s deaths, and feels she failed as a mother to protect them from harm.
Torturing her loved ones while under the influence of the Sha in Pandaria. She lost herself in the Shadows and Sha, and lashed out to many who wnated to save her, some of whom are still suffering to this day from her magic. She can never forgive herself for such things.
Two phobias/fears your muse has:
Undeath. She’s seen her sister suffer through it, and the thought of being undead absolutely terrifies her. She fears that if she were to be rasied as an undead, she’d forget who she was in life, and become destructive.
Losing the last of her children. She’s already lost two of them, Light, please don’t take her sunshines away.
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I’m gonna do Anandor for this one because he doesn’t get enough attention
2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.
3. TAG TEN PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME: @lunastrasza​ @dasacht​ @wanderersofazeroth​ @protectoralyndrah​ @damn-it-daniyah​ @drunkenworgen​ @littleaviatrix​ @zoralla​ @anierous-sunblade​ and anyone else who wants to!
“Let’s do it.” She said in a hushed tone, though her enthusiasm was still clear. He pressed his lips in a thin line.
“I don’t know, it’s dangerous, Neo,” He said, running his hand through his messy hair. “It just… we don’t know what’s even there.”
“We don’t know what’s here either!” She retorted. “Just being here is dangerous in itself. If we’re going to be stuck up here, we’d might as well see what this world has to offer us.”
Anandor gave a small laugh. “You’re starting to sound a a lot like Ryuk now.” He jested.
She shrugged. “Well, maybe he was right about something.”
Kadran began to pick various volunteers, and Neo'la gave another nudge to Anandor.
“Come on, let’s go. We’re strong, we’ll survive.” She said. She’d always been adventurous, always curious for what’s out there. Often times it was that trait that made them both a good pair, as they both were daring enough to venture out where no one should, just to test to see if they could. Now, fear had moved in and replaced his carefree attitude, and it could either save him, or destroy him.
But perhaps… perhaps Gorgrond could be their key out of this place. He was tired of the snow anyways.
“Okay,” He said at last, raising his hand with a nod. “Let’s do it.”
- Neo and Anan serve in Bladespire Citadel with the Frostwolves before finding Alyndrah Dawnbourne’s garrison (Alyn belongs to @protectoralyndrah)
- Krauul is missing in Gorgrond somewhere, maybe, idk yet
- The Dawnstrider Regime becomes known as the Darkstrider Regime. Their base is located in the mountains of the Hinterlands and Arathi Highlands. It is hidden with a massive arcane spell reminiscent of the ones the Draenei used in Draenor to hide their cities in Rise of the Horde. The spell makes it invisible, and is manned by twenty-four magi.
- Viridiel has a dozen imprisoned and half-starved san'layn he kidnapped after the fall of the Lich King
- Viridiel has not stepped out of his base since TBC. Dana'thor and Ronae are the first ones to see Viridiel since he went into hiding (but even then, this doesn’t count because 1: Dana'thor is blind and 2: Ronae had never seen him before until kidnapped)
- Anandor’s status is unknown to a majority of people. Not everyone knows he’s alive yet
- Anandor has been a war prisoner for eight years, serving as a slave to the Alliance. (NOTICE : unless canon states how many years have passed from early Cata - late WoD, the number remains at eight)
- Dana'thor has put a spell on his mind that prevents any other magic users from invading.
- Viridiel is still a high elf
RETCON NOTES:
- General Krauul is now Commander Krauul
- Anandor is now 6'5"
- Zenith is now 6'7"
- Erenor was not killed by Varian. He was ordered to execution by Lady Katrana Prestor (AKA Onyxia). This is a known fact, and Neo'la respects the fact that Varian killed her. No hostility has gone towards the King as a result of Erenor’s death
- Anandor was an ambassador, and had even traveled to Alliance territory in representation of the Sin'dorei
- Ronae no longer has a love interest living in Stormwind. She is single and uninterested
- Aliya now has freckles
