Eve'Varra

Stories and times of the Light-forged Retribution Paladin of Moon Guard

[suramarelf]

Commission for @lightforgedeve !! <3

[lightforgedeve]

The return

Music A hesitant touch of hoove brushes in over the tall grass. It feels like so long ago since last she was in this space, last first stepping off into this foliage. The gentle brush of a breeze causes the blades of grass to dance and wave, as if in some sign of a friendly greeting. The shine of the sun dances over the glittering pond just a short ways off ahead. The trees giving a small rustle, creating a click of branches as if whispering greetings once more. Such familiar and odd sounds. Eve'Varra could close her eyes and tilt her head up, listening into the soft sounds she so missed, feeling so secure and safe in the space. A rough shove from behind woke her from her daze, "Move it Eve, you're blocking the way, again!" "Oh uh, yes, right. Sorry." A nervous chuckle came from the younger Lightforged Draenei as she stepped down the landing from the Stormwind Embassy. Moving on aside and following down a small path towards the one of the farmers fields, eyeing over the scene of large felines and the larger number of Worgan and Night Elves seeming to be using the space for refuge. It seems not much had changed for the better of those that had to face the same crimes her own people had to endure. Yet it seemed the rest of the city was so unchanged. The sunlight filtered through the trees branches, catching into the glowing gem now embedded into her right eye, causing her to shield over it so it wouldn't reflect and hurt anyone. Taking in a slow deep breath to control the Light swirling within it, creating a duller stone. Then she pulls out the patch that would serve as it's shield, hiding it away the darkened leather. A small rune inked through the skin of it's top to help keep contained it's unstable power. She had gotten better at waning the Light within, it's voice a softer whisper, that was almost a lull to her for most nights. Hoisting the pack over her shoulder, taking in a slow deep breath of the fresh air, she couldn't help but smile. It was always the simple things of this world she could never get enough of. The breeze, the water, the sounds. Everything felt so alive. Dirt always felt so strange under her hooves, it wasn't so stiff or solid, she had to be more mindful of her weight and balance, every little shift and pull of muscle would react differently. For now though, she couldn't enjoy those smaller delights. Fingers touched up in towards her absorbed eye, recalling the moment she could feel Brutalius' demanding summons. It almost made her smile over again thinking about it. For now, she would travel in simpler leathers. Drawing her hood in over her shortened white hair, small slips of it fluttering up into the light breeze. The rest, she would ensure to change into. After all, if she arrived so plainly after all her hard work, her old teacher would be disappointed in the lack of flare.

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Drabble List

So I just finished posting the last of the previous volley of drabbles so I decided to come up with a new prompt list. It’s mostly a hodge-podge of stuff from my own brain or inspired by songs or different shows and stuff but there are some from other prompt lists so, if anyone wants me to give credit, drop me a message and I’ll be sure to do so.

“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

“You’re too good for this world.”

“Could you be happy, here, with me?”

“How long do we have?”

“Do you think we’re bad people?”

“How did we become this?”

“I can hardly stand myself.”

“Go to hell.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”

“There was a time before all of this.”

“No one will ever believe us.”

“Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.”

“My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

“I used to do a lot of things.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”

“Do you wish things had happened differently?”

“Don’t you dare look him in the eye.”

“I’ll be here as long as it takes.”

“We were never meant to fight on our own.”

“Something’s clearly wrong.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“I don’t need to be the hero tonight.”

“Am I ever going to see you again?”

“We always have a choice.”

“You’re holding back.”

“I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”

“Is that a threat?”

“If you don’t like this world then change it.”

“Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”

“You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”

“I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

“If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.”

“I wasn’t going to mention it.”

“I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”

“I’m here for you.”

“What are you so happy about?”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“You’re putting words in my mouth!”

“We have to stick together.”

“We’ll get through this. I promise.”

“Don’t leave me behind.”

“What are you looking at?”

“How did you find me?”

“Who did this to you?”

“I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I have to tell you something.”

“I need more time.”

“You deserve better than me.”

“This isn’t fair!”

“If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise I’m going to kill you.”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?”

“Don’t you dare die on me!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re out of your damn mind.”

“No one can hurt me like you can.”

“You are my sunshine.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Please, don’t cry.”

“Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”

“You should see this.”

“You make me feel invincible.”

“I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Let’s do something crazy.”

“We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”

“Do you trust me?”

“You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”

“You know I’m gonna win, right?”

“Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”

“I didn’t mean what I said.”

“Do you ever follow directions?”

[warlock-enthusiast]

okay, I haven’t written in nearly a year …

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[lightforgedeve]

[lightforgedeve]

Made a bunch of Chibis on a site. In order top to bottom; Eve’s wife: Daeloth, Eve’varra, Eve’varra’s stepdaughter Isiloth and Daeloth and Eve’varra’s daughter Tas’cara. Thanks Picrew.me ))

[brutalius-blog]

The Night of Solace

The echoes of a lone torch, cackling in the pitch black corridors beneath the great bastion of Tyrs Hand were the only sound of comfort in the dark for an old soul. The cold air had sunk in the world above as the sun began to set, its last rays of light cresting over the ridges off in the distance. Life in the city had not been better for some time, even as plague swept the fringes of the Republic and recently made its claim on the capital shattering the gates and destroying many buildings, its people were strong, and had hope on their side. But the dark below was all consuming, for these tunnels were made as a last hideout for the people of the city, stone carved walls and thick wooden doors at regular intervals like checkpoints, but the torches that hung the walls were not lit. There was no golden glow in these halls, and there has not been for some time, its place was taken by something hotter, and something less forgiving. The faint blue glow that passed down the labyrinth from its source, the closer one came to it the hotter one would become. Brutalius did not expect visitors this low under the streets. His place of solace to be alone where he hid his relics. Tomes, scrolls and artifacts of Eredar fashion adorned the walls and chests, the relics that had once donned the walls of the command room where he issued his orders to the proud warriors of the Republic, now rested in the darkness. The large Eredar hummed a song, a melody older than himself, it had no real words to it, at least none that time could recall but the tempo was there. Sharp grunts and low grumbles in a sequence that could put a child to sleep, and the chimes of Y’tera seemed in tune. Brutalius sighed as he stopped the song, and laid down a scroll he was reading, the runes were all faded but he knew what they were by heart. “It’s been a long time since the Army, I wonder how the cause goes.” he muttered but the chimes faded away into the voice of a Naaru. “They follow Turalyon well, but you have lost your way.” a crackle from the mans armor broke through the silence of the room. “You cannot lead, when you are lost yourself, The man I bonded with all those millennia ago would have never fallen of the path so easily.” silence came again as a chilling wind blew its way into the room, the papers flapped upwards but did not move, dancing as the winds passed. Brutalius sagged his shoulders and looked at his hammer. “I have not changed!” he snarled at the crown. A mistake as in retaliation it let out a deep boom, the noise vibrating through his skull, and causing him to rip the crown from his head and toss it to the side. the voice retorted to the Eredar, “You are right! You have not changed, but the world around you has!” The crowns glow brightened painting its surroundings blue as a faded and distorted apparition of the once whole Naaru took form before him. “You refused to change your ways and lost your power, lost your friends. lost your weapon, and part of me!” By this time Brutalius had stood up on his hooves and looked at the hovering form scolding him. “They’re your people up there, part of who you are and part of your charge and yet you retreat down here, covered in darkness. Lotra’ad this will never do!” The crown boomed again, seemingly shaking the ground beneath Brutalius and forcing him to take a knee or risk falling over. 

Brutalius looked up at the apparition, its form fading in and out as this display was no doubt taxing on the shards that controlled it. “They give me no choice! They fear me, so i stay down here and come up when I must!” Brutalius barked back, hissing. “That name died on Argus, died with my people! I. AM. BRUTALIUS!” he shouted as he dragged his hammer back over to him, using it as a crutch to help him stand while he regained his balance. Y’tera wouldn’t have this and rumbled. “You are Lotra’ad, son of Bro’taris and Ytreia, you are not some heartless machine, you are a living being with feelings like them. You may have forgotten what those names are, and what emotion is but you can never shed them.” The Naaru had faded but the crown still glew brightly. Brutalius looked down at the stone floor and sighed, dropping his hammer to the ground, cracking the stone on impact and falling to the ground with a monstrous thud. “I have not forgotten who I was, but you understand more than any of them, the life I have lived, you have seen my memories, my friend, my victories and my greatest defeats. I lost so much because I let myself get in the way of victory. Friends dead because I was to prideful on the battlefield.” A lone tear, trailed down Brutalius’ cheek and fell to the floor. “I was forged to be a weapon, to be unstoppable not because I cant fail… But because I can! Because I have failed, and I just cannot fail now.” another tear streamed down his face as the crown faded, it went silent for only a moment but it felt like eternity to Brutalius, ironic how even one moment to an immortal can feel like this, but it stung and Brutalius was enraged, gritting his teeth. “So what!? You scold and leave! Is that - -.” he was cut short as the chimes kicked in overdrive and images taking shape out of light danced around him, and for once in a very long time. The once great general was awestruck. “You, how do you have these?” he protested meekly, his tail fell to the ground and his jaw slackened. The Naaru echoed in his head. “We bonded, I know your past as well as you do, but it seems I know you better than even you do.” within the images came two familiar faces, one of a male and female Eredar smiling at Brutalius. “Your parents. You do–” The voice was cut short as Brutalius shed several tears, something in his heart had snapped at the sight of his own genesis. His mother called out to him. “Come Lotra’ad your father has a new toy for you from the outpost.” he heard it like she was here standing before him, even though they were seperated by ages, and before he could respond he heard a young boys voice call out from behind him “Coming Mommy!” but this was what truly had snapped him, and he could never had prepared for it. Running towards him as clear as day was himself, no older than a century charging with a small toy in hand, Brutalius knelt down to look at the boy but the memory simply moved through him. The Brute closed his eyes and sobbed. The images faded away as the darkness closed in, and the all to familiar voice came crawling into his head again. “You are not a weapon Lotra’ad. You are a guardian, but you have forgotten what it is you were supposed to protect. What you need to protect is not down here, it is up there, and they need you now more than ever.” Brutalius sniffled and wiped his face with his gauntlet staying on his knees, shoulders sagged while his knuckles rested on the floor saying nothing. “Lotra’ad I cannot show you anything that should change your heart more than that.” silence still remained .

Brutalius stood, walking over to his crown and picking it up from the ground. For the first time since the Republic was formed he inspected it and was appalled to see the damages it had sustained, So much brute force had been used in such little time that the crystals were cracking, and the metal had warped its shape, no longer beautiful craftsmanship it now looked as if an ogre had smashed it with a boulder and gave it back. He then walked to his hammer and lifted it from the ground, its glow faint and pulsing. “I do not need to see anymore old friend.” he then placed it back on his head, the Blue glow faded into complete darkness with no light in the room around Brutalius. Then with a bright flash and a howling song the light returned, no longer blue and dark but golden as it was once before. There was no relentless hate, now there was only a will. One long forgotten in the epochs of time, a will not to be a weapon but a will to be a savior and a guide. Brutalius opened his golden eyes and smiled, turning around towards the halls that led back to the city streets. “I guess to see what I had become, I needed to look at what I was. Thank you.” he put his hammer back in its holster across his back and laughed. “First stop, to get my sword, and then.” he stopped short, but had peaked his friends interest. “And then..?” it asked and with a bright smile Brutalius said. “And then to right my wrongs.” and with that he began to walk down the hall and back into the city streets, no longer as a blue beacon of rage. But as a golden ray of hope.

[lightforgedeve]

Lingering Nights

Eve'Varra sat at her desk, staring down to the Naruu shard sitting before her. The night had a crisp chill to it, not one she was use to. Sending small shivers to toy over her body, like cold fingers running over her flesh. Pulling a blanket about her shoulders she leaned back heavily into her chair, her eyes moving from the shard to look out across to the space around her. Memorizing the layout in her mind. To the pair of smaller desks down the small steps leading to her own large table and desk. They sat empty, untouched. They were suppose to be for when meetings took place and have scribes taking notes, as was explained to her. However no meetings seemed to take place in her space. No, very few times people actually used this space. Thus why she thought a fine place for Lilian to be to stay close to her and have a space for herself to play, explore and be safe. The walls were bare, save a couple tapestries far too old to tell what was really on them anymore, perhaps shields or sigils of the people who once lived here long ago. The only wall decorated was the one behind her, mostly of Lilians drawings save for a large shield and sword on display and a newer tapestry of the Republics sigil. The large table before only had three chairs behind it, the largest was in the middle for herself or when the Consuler was present and the other two for officers. These two chairs were also never really in use so they sat closer to the wall then to the table. She hand the palm of her hand over the arm rest, feeling the smooth wood under her touch. Worn wood, aged and sealed again and again. A worthy lasting wood, seeming to have no care for time as it passed on by, many wars coming and going, many lives lost and born all the while this chair sat. A heavy sigh came from her lips, her fingers tapping in against the wood. Her head turning towards the sleeping child not too far from her, resting peacefully in the cot provided surrounded by the stuffed animals that were gifted. A small smile on the girls face as she dreamed on peacefully. Eve'Varra mulled it over in her heads many times, taking the young girl with her. Did she have the right to? Was she denying the girl opportunities to grow into something? Or was she giving her a chance, a real chance to live happily and be happy? Her eyes looked back to the shard upon the table, her hand reaching for it, only inches from it's touch she hesitated and withdrew her hand. She was tired of it's voice, she was tired of it's constant desire to grow, become stronger, demanding others and her to be more then she was and seeming to feed on her fears. Was this really what the Light was? Feeding on the fears of one being weak and driving them to become stronger. For what purpose? Why did one need to get stronger? To fight what? Her fingers toyed with the wood of the chairs arm rest once more. Yes. There were many enemies, ones we had made for ourselves. Ones who craved more power. Perhaps having those very same fears, delving into things they didn't understand, becoming lost and forgetting why they needed power in the first place. Was it her right to deny others of their own desires? Was it her right to hunt them down and slay them with a power that grew within her leading her on the possible same path? Would some day she be slain for having become lost in the Light's grace? Would she become like Brutalius? Lost in his own ferocity and course? Never seeming to see the end of war and battles? Her other hand moved, her fingers touching to rub the bridge of her nose, her eyes shut in her frustrating thoughts. She hadn't been sleeping well the last few nights, much being on her mind. Vyciel seeming to be gone for so long as well seemed to bother her a bit more then she previously thought. She wanted to talk to her about these things. Perhaps it was her own greed to get some sort of blessing for what she desired to do would end her guilty conscience. The other hand moved to rest in on the other chairs arm, her head tilting to look upwards to the wood beams of the ceiling. She counted them to calm herself and draw her mind away to other things. There was so much in this world that made little sense to her, but was she really one to be called judge over this worlds ways? She had been fighting and killing demons since she was old enough to carry a blade. Her life was surrounded by battle, war, death, destruction and the ending of a whole world. It seemed to be coming about to this one as well, in it's own different sort of way. Becoming more and more divided. There were no real clear demons or enemies here, everyone was in their own faults and fails. They fell into their despair and hatred and only craved more of it. She thought to find peace here in the republic, her dream to watch a world grow around the neutrality and peace that could be found in unity. To watch the Light become a old warrior no longer needed and laid to rest as the world came to prosper and grew together. However it seemed she would not be finding that dream here. Perhaps it was just the curse of these lands, for nothing to grow within it's boarders. Her ear gave a small flick as she heard the young girl in her care stirr within the cot. Turning her attention to see the young one moving from the cot to come over to Eve'varra. She didn't look at that happy now. Her small arms reached for Eve'Varra who turned the chair so she could face her, reaching back she pulled the blood elf child into her lap, "What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" Eve'varra asked her softly, receiving a small nod in return. She was clutching onto the feline plushy she had gifted her upon their first meeting. "Alright, let's get you something to drink. Hm? Some nice warm milk?" Another nod came from the sleepy one. Holding Lilian in her arms she would proceed to carry her down to the lower level to where the kitchen was, there she would sit her down upon the counter and proceed to boil some milk for her. "Do you want to talk about the nightmare?" Lilian would shake her head this time, burying her face into her kitty. Eve'varra could only guess it was about what happened to her parents on the night her town was attacked. She couldn't relate to such things, she was too young to remember when the Legion had first arrived and her life was spent on the ship. She didn't see real battle or what it meant until others said she was ready. No, that wasn't quite right. She had seen horrors, people dying in her mothers medical ward, screams of agony and despair. She was sick the first time she saw infected wounds, the smell of the rot was the worse part. She was there when they had to carve a mans leg off because of that rot. She saw peoples innards falling from their stomachs as they were ripped open. Some vomiting their insides over dark spells. Some being eaten alive from the inside from curses. The real difference between her and this child was that she grew up around it all, she knew and was living the way she was because of war and she understood it. For Lilian, war was known to her, but she hadn't seen it or experienced it yet and now she had. Eve'Varra hadn't noticed she was drifted in her thoughts once more until Lilian had thrown the stuffed animal at her. "Oof. Oh, oh!" Eve'varra grabbed and pulled the milk from the stove, stinging the inside of her palm causing her to drop the pot causing it to crash and spill over the floor. A sigh coming from her as she looked down to her hooves, stepping back slightly. "Ugh, i'm so sorry." She turned and looked about for the plush to pick it off from the floor, luckily it only had a bit of milk on it. "I'll make sure to clean your kitty, but first i need to clean the floor. Stay put okay? The floors going to be hot." After seeing a nod of understanding she knelt down and picked the pot up and returned it to the stove after turning it off. Then proceeded to get the mop and bucket to fill it with water and start cleaning up the floor. "Eve'varra...i don't have to have any milk, can i...lay with you for the night?" The voice came small, a shy question. Eve'Varra smiled to Lilian and nodded, "Alright, but just for tonight, okay? It is late, i should get some sleep as well." It wouldn't take too long for the paladin to clean her mess, of course it wasn't the best cleaning job,  but it was enough for tonight. She then proceeded to put the plush toy into some hot water to make sure the toy didn't get moldy milk into it and she would then clean it in the morning. For now she proceeded to take the sleepy child to bed and would lay with her for a time, waiting for the young girl to go back to sleep. That didn't take too long, however it would become difficult to leave the bed as Lilian had become a vice about the Draenei. She hadn't even realized how long she had waited in the bed, her mind still wheeling on the nightly thoughts, weighing the options and trying to sort out what it was that she really wanted for herself, for the people around her, for Lilian and what it would all amount to. It seems it would have to take another night or more till she had her answers.

[lightforgedeve]

A mix of days.

Dear Journal,

It seems i've been missing quite a few days in writing for you. I apologize, i've been quite busy. Doing research on the lands and surrounding, going over maps, land surveying, watching Lilian, doing my rounds and been trying to get some time in with Vyciel now and again as i can. Not to mention all the guarding and ensuring the place is secure, plus the catacombs and taking care of the man we found below. I mean, this goes on. I don't know if i've had much time for myself these days really. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, i'm having fun and being able to keep so busy and work with everyone as much as i can has been great, i just feel like i'm not achieving as much as i should be, so i'm getting a bit frustrated i guess. Anyways, let's see. I may have things out of order but let's give it a try on things that have been happening. Cassa'Nara went back down into the catacombs to do some exploring and research, she found some things along the way it seems. Some more books, a bit of history and some things about the old man we found. Along with a body he had been preserving apparently. For a very long time. That was a bit creepy. She went on ahead to also talk to him, though it seemed more like taunting. I think she was doing it for the right reasons though, trying to help him move on from his life and to make it better, but it didn't go over very well. I also met a new recruit, names Cascerin and got them on board with us. They seem to be promising, i looking forward to working with them. Lilian has met with Risareyne. They...might get along, i'm still a bit worried. However, Risareyne has agreed to go ahead and take Lilian for a few days to show her Silvermoon and her homelands and such. I think the trip will do them both good. Of course, that needs to wait till after we finish dealing with this necromancer. I think all that happened on the same day. Speaking of the necromancer, the next day i found out about the trip to Felwood. A group went on ahead to find this item thing mentioned in the books we needed to decode. Apparently it was quite tricky and Cassa'Nara couldn't even make it to the end without some complications, she's fine. Some others did get a bit injured however, nothing too serious and Eveneah came out with this very odd looking staff. It's ended up harming her, due to her body not being able to handle the power and intact of Light energy flowing in from the staff. I can understand such, it was a bit much for me and my Naruu shard did not react all that well with it. I was careful of course and i have the staff locked away for now for safe keeping. I was able to meet another new comer, whose joined us as well. They seem to a good healer, as they helped me with Eveneah afterwards. Cassa'Nara also came to help, but couldn't do much and she couldn't even touch the staff in any case. I think i have some of that mixed up, i'm not too sure or it was all one long day. Later i went to rest with Vyciel, we talked a little bit. I'm not sure if she thinks as Tyr's hand as her home as she never really comes to it. I also admitted that i was...well sort of feeling jealous of the newest guest visiting her as they seemed to pair in so well together. They were able to hold conversations i can't keep up with and talk about things i don't understand. It's quite annoying. The next morning i went on to have breakfast with everyone, oh, before that. I did learn that the newcomer had threatened Vyciels life, that made me quite angry, i was ready to go slay her for attempting to say such things. Apparently it was settled however and was not to be taken seriously. So i have faith in Vyciel. Oh but yes, this breakfast was...very informative. We ate with Vyciel, myself, the guest and Cassa'Nara. I learned a great many things about all of them, not that i understood all or most of it and we ended up taking it to the bathes where not long after Vyciel needed some rest so i had to take her to bed. I wont disclose some of the things i learned, just mainly for safety. Plus i want to forget what some of the things that was said as i don't trust my mind to be strong enough to keep the information locked. You never know, best safe then sorry.

[kaylynadventures-blog]

Restless Mind

Hello Journal,

I ran into my sister the other day. She asked me how I was doing and I really could not say that I was good. I told her about how difficult the dreams visions have been. How I’ve started to feel them in my body. She stayed pretty positive and told me that it was probably the necromancer trying to get into our heads. I hope she’s right. I really do.

She gave me the Naaru shard that she pulled from our former General’s weapon. She thought it would help me with these problems. She was so sweet to give me something of value like this. It’s funny, it seems like we are taking turns being the big sister and helping each other.

I was hoping that this shard would help. If anything, it made the visions more intense. Usually the dreams visions just came with the physical pain but the night after I got the shard, I woke up with blood on my sheets. I looked over my whole body and couldn’t find anything. I went to High Cleric Moonshadow and even she couldn’t find a source for the blood. But she agreed that it was obviously mine. She told me not to worry. Very hard to not worry.

I went to bed last night and when I woke up again this morning, more blood but this time all over my pillow. No cuts or anything on my body. I doubt that the Naaru shard is what’s causing this but it is the only thing that has changed for me. Before shard, no blood. Now I have shard, blood. I do not understand.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep my… what is it called? My saline? No that’s not it. I don’t want to lose my mind but I feel like I am starting to. I hate going to sleep. I try to stay awake as long as I can but it doesn’t help. Sister General Eve’Varra found some crypts beneath our small chapel that we’re supposed to check out one day soon. I suppose I’ll give the shard back to her the next time I see her. I don’t want… Enough of my rambling for tonight.

One of our new citizens brought me a package that has my name on it. Apparently she said it fell from the clouds. She’s probably just being funny. I hope it’s something good for once!

[lightforgedeve]

LFC General Eve’Varra

NAME: Eve’Varra

AGE: 1234

RACE: Lightforged Draenei

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: ACE

MARITAL STATUS: Currently being courted

SERVER: Moon Guard, Alliance

physical appearance ––––

HAIR:  White

EYES: White, with a soft silver near middle

HEIGHT:  6′8

BUILD:  Muscular, well trained, slight broad shouldered.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tattoos : Names in own tongue of friends/family who have passed on during the war against the Legion, on her back. Top down. Burn mark of the Arbiter in the mid bottom of her back.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Usually carries her weapons, currently sword and shield. An old book from her home world. Wears a blue stone necklace, that seems to have an enchantment upon it. Her pet Marsuul or her pet goat, Chip, are often in tow or nearby.

personal –––-

PROFESSION: General to the Lights Dawn.

HOBBIES: Jewel crafting, tailoring plushies, enjoying sweets and sweet new foods.

LANGUAGES: Common, Darnassian (learning), Draenei

RESIDENCE:  Tyr’s Hand

FEARS: The return of the Legion, failing those she’s sworn to protect.

relationships –––-

SPOUSE: None.

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Father, Val’more - Deceased. Mother - Til’vern

SIBLINGS: Lyn’dara (not by blood)

OTHER RELATIVES: None.

traits –––-

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

additional information –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

possible hooks –––-

Campaigned in Ashenvale during the War of Thorns.

Flew on the back of a Undercity bat during the battle against the Undercity.

Grew up as a child upon the Vindicaar.

Mother is a revered Botanist upon the Vindicaar.

Father was part of the Sha'tari

what I’m looking for ––––

The roleplays of course! ^.^ I have experience with a wide range, so i am open minded. Hoping for long term, story, progression for character development.

oocly, I am ––––

A raccoon, i hope that’s okay. Pretty chill, flexible, intrigued and curious on what may come ahead. Oh..do you have any cookies? :D

[lightforgedeve]

The Child, The Shard and The Hard decisions

Dead Journal,

Tonight i officially met the young Sin'Dorei girl that was brought in and rescued in our mission against the Necromancer. Her name is Lilian, she's quite a sweet thing. Though i think that about all children, i just can't help it.

Eveneah wanted to speak with her to get some information about the attacks on the village and she guessed i'd be of some help. Wasn't quite sure why she thought that, maybe because she knows i love children, but otherwise not sure. In any case i was more then happy to help in any case. Eveneah also found out one of my secrets. I figure any child would love a present and i do happen to make stuffed toys when i get the time, it helps me relax and calm down especially after as of late with the lack of sleep. Anyways, so i had her help me choose one for the child, i wasn't sure which a Sin'dorei might like. I figured Eveneah might know better, least being from this planet she has an upper hand in such decisions. It went as well as i had hoped it did. We spoke likely at first and she liked the Cat plushy and with that in her arms she was able to tell us what happened. She was able to help give me a good sense of the warning signs of what could come ahead and i now have a better idea on what we are looking out for, so it really was good that i was there. Afterwards i told her a story about the Cat plushy we gave her to help drift her mind from everything else and help her feel safe here. Then we tucked her into bed.

I ended up meeting with Lyn'dara on my way back to my quarters. It seems she is still having trouble sleeping, they seem to be getting worse. I decided to give her the Naruu shard i've been keeping on my person.

After lending Lyn'dara the Naruu shard i felt some regret in doing that. I'm not sure if it was a mercy for her, or for myself. I feel an odd weight coming off from my shoulders and i feel as though i can breath slightly better. Not that the fog in my lungs is lifted just yet, but i know it will pass with the help of that shard. It's time only enhanced due to whatever vial spit came from that creature from before. No, this is all something entirely. I wont be resting tonight, i know i wont have a good sleep without the Shard so i'm setting up to rest on the battlements and i'm staring out across the lands before our city with my gryphon. He's resting by me. He's trusty and i enjoy having him close. I like coming up here too. Just a bit of height to see lands stretching out as far as the eye can see. It's calming and quiet. Most nights. Tonight there's a bit of unrest rustling the trees, a reminder of something coming. I wont let it weigh on me, not now.  I am assured we are safe for the time being. My mind instead lingers to that shard, over and over. I have an understanding that, even with my oath that i wouldn't let it control me or take me over, it's hard to tell where i or it begins and ends. I got a grasp of that last night. A stranger came into our home and demanded answers of where her friend was. I had nothing to offer. She was fierce, angry, intimidating. I know any other day by myself i most likely would have felt rather nervous and scared facing such a person that most likely could have swiped my head off at any moment. However, i stood my ground, spoke forcefully and even insulted them for their actions. So they left, only leaving nothing more than a broken tile in their wake. At first i thought it was just me, as i could feel and felt assured i would be fine because two others were present and acted like what was happening truly was nothing to worry over. As though they believed in me that i would happen and take care of the situation without anyone getting harmed. True as it is, such occurring. However, i don't think just that would be powerful enough to get me through such the situation. I mean, there have been many times when people have done the same around me and i have faltered and i can go through many a list to see the lines of people who have faith in me and yet i have faltered and been so unsure. Yet, this time, i didn't question myself, nor my actions. I just did what i did. I feel horrible for insulting someone whose an ally of our allies and i truly need to find a way to apologize. I know i'm only thinking this way because the shard is not in my hand at this moment, i know with it, i'd have no such thought ot feeling of regret. I don't think i like that. However, i can't deny it's power. I have yearned to hear the Light, i have yearned to yield it's power to the fullest of my devotion can ever exceed. And now, i truly can. I can leave craters in my wake when before i could barely scorch the ground. If i had this power before, i could have saved so many more people and with it now, i can save everyone and protect everyone i care for. I can hear the shard, i can hear the Light and i can keep using these gifts for the better. Not to mention it's currently helping me stay alive. Even now, without the shard, i can feel the fog heavy in my lungs and the vial disease from before reaching through me. My own reserves are what's keeping it at bay. I truly think if i wasn't forged by the Light and had gone through the Trails, i don't think i'd be alive right now. We have a daring, terrible evil before us, i wont handicap myself or my people to defeat this monster.                                           --------------------------

Dear Journal, 

Today Lilian and i decided to do some exploring. I've decided to keep her under my wing a bit as i can. Especially since after meeting Risareyne who happens to have known Lilian's father. I think Risareyne should take her in, mostly because at least she knows the father and they have that connection. However i also worry that maybe isn't a good idea? I'm not too sure.

Anyways, i've been keeping her in close and we've been doing some touring around the city. She has just as many questions as i do on a regular basis. Which was funny because Eveneah even teased me about that. She doesn't seem to like reading all that much, but i've been doing my best to get her doing some reading here and there. I've even had her sitting on my desk reading some reports to me as my little helper.

During this touring we discovered that there is a hidden entrance in under the small chapel. I've moved her sleeping and belongs into my office up above the Barracks for now, just in case and i've sealed off the building for now. Just in case.

I'm sending out word to everyone about it and going to be getting a party together to do some investigating down below. Just to see if there's anything of note, anything dangerous or if there's some passageway that could lead inside the city we should know about.

I've already ventured down a bit of a ways just to take a peek to make sure nothing was right at the doors. However there was a couple things guarding me from entering further, so i took that as a good sign that something is at least blocking the way through, so hopefully means nothing can get up from below. Of course a guard has also been posted to keep an eye on it. This was all done and found out in the evening.

In the afternoon was when we found about Risareyne and Lilian's connection. Well, i found out. Lilian was down for a nap at the time. She gave me a ring that Lilian's father had given her in a time past, so i'm just taking some twine to tie the ring to so Lilian can wear it around her neck till she's big enough to wear it on her fingers. I'm just not sure how to give it to her or to explain how i got it. Should i tell her about Risareyne and her connect to her father? Or just say it was found? I don't really like lying, let alone to a child. I'm sure i'll figure it out sooner or later.

[lightforgedeve]

Will the day arise when he looks to be with hope once more? Will he place his hand upon my head in pride and joy once more? Will we still be able to laugh and spar in the fields that broke under our hooves, once more? Will i be able to go all out, give all of my heart to the moments we’ve share once more? Is it too late to go back? Will we stubbornly show which one of us is right in the Light, once more? Will the time come when we could look to each other and laugh at all that’s happened, once more? Will the journey ahead prove to be too difficult but together we will over come it, once more? Will he remain proud of what i’ve become, once more? Is it too late to go back? Will he still look through me to my potential and drive me towards it, once more? Will the clock stop as our hearts sink to fears and worries, once more? Will we brush our emotions aside and raise the banners to the call, once more? Will there ever be a just cause, once more? Is it too late to go back? The world winds, twists and moves in a pace our hearts can barely match. The beating of a thousand steps move through sand. As the hourglass breaks. Nothing moves. Everything fades. One can accept. One can deny. One can move on. One can stay still. One can follow and hold those dear close into the chaos. One can move against the sands.

The path on wards. Fading with the Light. As the shadows creep at our necks. Hungry beasts, nipping. Can we come back from the darkness?

[lightforgedeve]

The heavy heart grows

Dear Journal,

I have good news.

Today started out with Vyciel calling myself and a few others to her to give us a update on what she's found to help make some sort of catalyst to save her and the Archive. I, of course, reminding her that she has me and any resources i have in my name. We now understand and know that we are to head to a place called Northrend. I don't know much about it, i know a war of the Undead was there and something about a King of Lich. Not quite sure what that is, i'll have to do some reading on it at some point.

I'm happy to hear there is some hope to the future for Vyciel. It takes a bit of weight off me, more so then i thought it would. I'm sure we'll make it and be able to get a catalyst going for her.

Not long after this reveal the Consul came in, needing myself and Lyn'dara to bring the Brutalius to the cathedral for a private hearing and get his testimony about what had happened recently.

I still can't really believe what he has done.

He laughed, at all of it.  As soon as i saw the flash of Light from him, i knew it was over. Either for us, or for him. I felt my heart grip in my chest. I knew, at this moment, i failed so entirely. I wouldn't be able to strike him and i wouldn't have been able to save anyone in that moment. Not even just for my own lack of skill in comparison to his. I honestly felt like, we were all going to die in that moment. However, the instant was over. He had only slammed his sword into the table in behind the Consul. I say that as if it means nothing, but really, it means it's over for him. To react so in such a time, he just finalized his own punishment.

He went willingly. Lyn'dara and i took him down to the cells. Before i could do that, i was now forced to make a decision i honestly didn't want to make. I signed the promotion papers. My gut was burning, i felt sick the whole time. I know i spoke and i know she spoke to me, but i don't even recall what happened. The world just didn't feel real to me in that moment. I moved, i think because of my rage and confusion. I just felt so numb and empty.

Once he was within the cage, i just, i don't know. I was so angry. I felt so broken.  I let my emotions fly at him. I don't know if he understands me, or my pain, or why i feel so betrayed and hurt. I just know, he's on a mission. I know that no matter how much i hate him in this moment at this time, i understand him and what he's doing. I'm not sure if i hate that or not.

I've come to realizing that he's a lot like my own mother, and maybe that's why i understand him so much. It's actually rather scary how much alike they are. Except he see's something in me and she just hates me.

I don't know why he's going about things this way, obviously something is coming. We've seen that, me, him and Lyn'dara. We know we can't win against it. We need him and his strength and experience now more then ever. Yet, he believes when the time come, he'll have to die for us. So, of course you want to be seen as a villain before you die, it makes it easier for yourself to let go. He's being so selfish though.

He did however give me the Naruu shard he always has with him. Maybe that shard is the reason i have a better understanding of him as it's maybe telling me about it, or maybe it's just how i've always been. He needed this moment to give me the shard. I don't know what for. I hate how everything came around to all this, to whatever is happening. None of it feels right.

All i know is i have to prove him wrong, again. I have to prove he doesn't need to die, i have to show him that we can overcome what is to come, with him. I have to show him i have grown and i am stronger. I just don't feel like it's time for me yet. It seems i have no choice however. I have to show everyone that i can do this and that i am ready. With the Light on my side, with this Naruu and with the strength of faith others have in me, i have to overcome this travesty.

I was also able to make peace with Bryceon, as for the last time we spoke was not in a befitting way. We were able to see eye to eye better and i believe we can move forward. It put my mind a bit at ease. I also put him in charge of training the troops, i know he wont hold back and i trust in him to push them as they need to be.

It was a bit frustrating though, i could hear Zedwynn's and Brutalius talking down at the cells. They were talking in circles as they often did, it almost made me chuckle thinking back to the old days. I wanted to yell down that she didn't understand what was happening, but, if i'm right about the Brutalius, then it would be counter acting defending him. He wants to be a monster right now. So, i feel if i'm the one saying he is one, then no one will disagree. I'm not sure how to play this out, it's going to be hard. I'm leaving my faith to the Light and pray that all goes according to play, except of course the part of him dying. I'm the Legatus Legionis now, i wont let any of my people die. Not even the selfish stubborn ones.

So, i think the good news part at the beginning was a bit of a lie. It's good i guess, i got promoted, but it came in a way i never wanted it to.

Oh i forgot to mention, i went back to the cathedral and took Brutalius' sword from the table, i'll hold onto it for the time being. That thing is really heavy. I was thinking of using it myself, just so i had him with me in a sense for the coming days, but it may be too big for me. Might need to melt it down and reforge it.

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Dear Journal,

Today was a rather surprising day.

I had been keeping myself busy looking over and sorting the papers and maps on the Generals desk, sorting it out in my own way to keep track of everything. Signing a few orders and papers here and there and reinstating some others. Plus reading over all the files of our troops, who they are and their talents and seeing about people of interest. I had been a way after a while, it was time for me to get to know all the new comers.

I decided to take a break and go out for a walk. There were quite a few people out, mingling and talking. Of course i made my way straight to my sister and we spoke on. Avati even showed up, she had been away to the war. It was very good to see her. I still have hopes she will fully join us here in the city, though i don't think she will now.

We were interrupted by Brutalius' son, he came looking for his father. That was, well, not a pleasant conversation. However that too was cut short as one of my mine had returned with an injured civilian.

Curiosity got the better of everyone as we began to gather and see to the man. He was attacked by an Orc we found out, and not just any, a necromancer. The man said it was what this orc wanted, for him to be brought to us. Unfortunately we couldn't save him in time, he was coughing up black blood and soon perished. Upon which he turned into a undead San'layn, or Vampire like being. Of course we were able to dispose of it, however i was not very helpful as as soon as i went on to attack i ended up becoming blinded by the creature with a sticky wet substance. Plus due to this, i didn't actually get to see the Orc as a image of him came to rise from the corpse. Telling us he needed Zedwynn, as she was a key to his plan, and that our home was going to become his throne. Lyn'dara i asked to report to me about what was going to happen, as the others talked and investigated the body. Zedwynn had left so i went on to speak to her and asked her to ensure she stayed safe in the city. Of course, after cleaning the gunk off my eyes with Avati's help.

Soon Lyn'dara gave me her report and we were joined by the Consul. Apparently it was a good thing i was spat at, as now we have learned that we Lightforged seem to be immune to becoming whatever that creature was. However, we don't have many Lightforged within the city and the strongest one is a prisoner.

So, Cassa'Nara was sent to go and speak to our allies, the First Vindicari Templari. I will be happy to work with them again, i just fear they are not ready to be back in action after their own loses. If they can join us, then i believe i'll have enough to cover our boarders and range an offensive attack.

I was happy to Liaana was around, so i took her to my new office and spoke freely to her about everything that's been happening and asking if she'd remain. Apparently she'll only be staying because of me. I'm quite honored and glad to know she'll work with me.

For now, i have set her up on aiding in the defenses. Using some rock senitals to watch our boarders and roads and she'll be contacting the spirits to aid in finding our enemy. I'm a bit worried because our target is an Orc and i do not wish for this to trigger anything for her. So, i'm happy to think i wont be taking her to battle on this one and having her just use her abilities at a distance. I think she'll be a good consort for me, we already have a easy understanding of each other and i can talk freely with her.

Ah, that reminds me, i need to finish making a new training regiment for her. For now, she's going to be focusing on her shamanistic abilities and speaking with Deya on healing her old wounds and speaking to Presidium about her own nightmares and troubles, i hope both can help her.

I should go, lots of work ahead to do.

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Dear Journal,

Today was the day of the trail. I was going to attend at first, just to bare witness. I couldn't do it.

I happened to see Aursuna as i was leaving and thought to make a greeting. I couldn't really put my heart into it, i didn't realize how heavy it really was till i actually started talking. She seems rather happy for my promotion, but it really just doesn't feel like a happy time. So i decided to head on to work instead. There is still much to do and to check over as well.

They seemed to have assumed that i was going to be on defense for him. I feel that is not my part to play anymore. I have done it for too long, i have to move forward. Lyn'dara mentioned that Senator Moonshadow would be strict upon him. I think it would be a dishonor to him if she wasn't so it did't concern me at all.

I wonder if Aursuna knows about Lyn'dara's dreams and is comforting her in some way.

Anyways, the boarder patrol was rather an excuse for me to leave and i don't mean for me to just be away from the city at such a time.

I'm starting to feel the heavy weight of the Light coursing through me, far more then i ever have before. Feeling the power of the Naruu shard starting to course through me, it's rather intimidating. Never having really felt the Light in this way, having felt abandoned by it for so long. I feel reassured thinking that now is the time we all need it, now more then ever.

On my patrols now i have started testing it's strength. It's roughly three times more powerful then i was before the shard was given to me. I can see why and how Brutalius become so self reliant and faithful. I wont let that happen to me, just as Liaana said. I have others to look to for help and for the days to come. I will focus on the people and the strength behind the cities walls and the strength of our allies. I can better myself in my own times, in quiet moments like this but my focus will be raising the others to their own greatest prospects.

I don't know if this shard will be with me forever, i don't know if this is just a borrowed power so i will not revel in it's strength and be tempted by it's untapped power. The Light was never meant for such selfishness. I'll keep myself and it in check and only draw upon it's strength when needed.

I, after all, pray for the day we no longer need the Light for it's power, but for it's blessings upon happy days.

[lightforgedeve]

What did i come back into?

Dear Journal,

Once again it's been a time since i last wrote, i apologize. I didn't want to lose you on this journey. 

It all started with the nightmares, at first i thought maybe they were the after effects of the fog i inhaled. However, it's still lingering and it's been leaving me to have restless nights, so i decided to investigate. At first i locked myself in Vyciels library to research, maybe see if there was a connection to the fog and the dreams. However, since it's still unknown to us what exactly what it was i couldn't find anything, it is knowledge beyond me. So i decided to seek help, at first i thought to talking to Vyciel about it all but i felt maybe she wouldn't be able to, i don't have a grasp of her yet.

I thought to head to talk to the Druids in Moonglade, i understand they know of or have access to something called the Merealid Dream, or something like that. It has 'dream' in the name so surely i would be able to get some answers. 

However, it seems to be a sort of realm that only very strong druids can venture into, and that it's a place that is connected to us all but we can't just wonder into. Something of such nature. I couldn't quite grasp it all and it took me time just to understand that, perhaps i wouldn't get my answers.

I decided to return home, with a heavy heart, i felt defeated. At first i wasn't sure how to move forward, but it was nice being back home. I seemed to have arrived at a great time, it seems the city has been flourishing in a new way while i was away. There was a celebration commencing not long after i came back. They were celebrating the city and Republic. Celebrating the allies we have and have gained over time, there were new faces for me to see as well as old friends which made me feel happy.

Some people received honors for their work thus far. It was a happy occasion. However, sad news did come to our attention. I have faith strength will come from it of course.

I also learned my Sister has also been having similar dreams as i have and she had been away as well, around the same time as myself. Her's are a bit different, they seem to focus mostly on just her and Aursuna, which from my recent studies does make some sense. As for Lyn'dara, Aursuna is her love after all. It's her duty to protect her, so failing in that. Well, i can't imagine how devastating that could feel. I have a sense, considering that's how i feel if i ever failed the High Vindicator.

I'm sure it's on a different level for her though since they are a pair after all. I'm glad to be home, and with finding out my sister is also having such dreams, i have hope we can find an answer together and move forward. Vyciel also seems to have a new uh child, i guess. It seems she has a few she is a mother figure too, asides one who really is her blood, which is in it's own way very strange and i don't really want to accept how it came to be as it seems to unnatural. It makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. I am glad she was able to talk to me of such things, so i'm happy to start learning about her.  However, i'm...unsure if i want to know these types of things.

I can't deny the feeling of wanting to know, and i know that there is something stirring in me to want to be with her. I can't lie in saying i don't feel angry to others that touch her or are too close to her. One of her children was holding her hand, i didn't know who they were and i was so angry, i wanted to yell at them and it frustrates me to no end when Vyciel is friendly with others or kisses their foreheads. It just seems inappropriate and i'm not sure how to go about it or understand these feelings.

I'll just have to give things time and hope they subside and move on as i grow closer to her in the future. I hope so.

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Dear Journal,

You wont believe this! I couldn't! I was so shocked! I wanted to speak to my sister about the dreams and compile our knowledge, however i was distracted by the High Vindicator as he wanted to introduce me to his, get this, APPRENTICE!  He has an apprentice! I was never called such before! And yet, he now has one?! She's not even a Lightforged let alone a paladin! I was so super angry!

I go away for a short time, and then he has someone new to be under his wing. It really felt like such a sting. However he said that i had passed being his apprentice and just wasn't anymore, which felt really amazing. I wasn't aware he considered me as such and to know he thought of me that and that i graduated such a point already, it really makes me try and remember just how long we have worked together and think about all we have gone through.

I feel i am still not ready to be past that point in my life or training, i feel a bit honored.  Plus his apprentice is actually really nice, she's interesting. I'm rather excited to see how she grows and continues moving forward. She has a long way to go. I'm sure she's as old or even older then me, yet she really has a long way to go.

She reminds me very much like a piece of coal, or no, maybe a harder metal ah, storm silver ore differently seems more like her. She has a bit of a spark to her that's beautiful but scary at the same time. I can't wait to see what sort of gem can be polished out of her!

I think the High Vindicator will have to be a bit hard on her to get her in a direction and i worry how the effects will be taken. It will either be amazing, or it will go horribly wrong. I'm hoping with me helping i can ease them both and help the transition.

The first time i trained with him wasn't exactly the easiest battle i've been through, but it helped me understand him and i hope she can see through what he does to understand him too. It'll be nice having a comrade in such regards for a change.

She also spoke really easily with me about her life, well i'm sure it was hard for her, but it sort of caught me off guard. Apparently all i needed to do is listen, but...that's how i always am, i think. I'm always willing to listen to others to understand them, so long they feel they can talk.

It made me think about why Vyciel hasn't been able to do that with me. Maybe she's just not ready, or maybe she doesn't know how to talk about her life. I'm not sure. I mean, of course she's told me some things, i've mentioned them before, but it feels very different besides, it's not like i've told her much about me and my life. Well, she met my mother, i figure that's enough to understand me in a way.

I'm going to get some sleep, it had been a long day.

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Dear journal,

Ho boy, i am not sure how to go about today. I went about my day as normal as ever, coming back home from Vyciels i happened upon Liaana, the High Vindicators new apprentice. She was going for a hunt and asked me to join her. So i went ahead to change and clean myself up and get ready for such a venture.

It was amazing to see Shamanistic powers preformed right in front of me.  She we talked about her gifts and talents for a bit and we ended up getting joined by Deya, whose another new comer. She happened to see us as she was going about her rounds i guess, so she joined us. We all sat together for a while talking, eating some rabbit, before heading back to the city.

Deya had left before myself and Liaana, once back we talked a bit more before going on our ways. I had to go about my own duties, then in the afternoon we met up once more to see about getting her started on some training. The High Vindicator soon joined us.

She did some basics for warming up. Then we went on to combat. Rules were simple, no weapons. I wanted to go a bit easy on her, but of course couldn't make it look like it with the High Vindicator watching. It was a bit more difficult then i expected and she used the same trap trick on me as she did on the rabbit! It's poor lil’ life flashed before my eyes, i think she should change her method of hunting, that was rather scary. Having the ground suddenly just vanish on me in such a way.

I did of course, as planned, lost. It was rather close, in some ways. She is talented and it was refreshing to fight some new type of battle. In a way.   I think i should start challenging myself in different type of battle situations more often, there are many different talents here that are different then demons that i am not used to. I wont learn till i attempt them in any case.

However, uh, well. The rest was a bit difficult. He didn't want us using our powers, and forgot to mention it. In his own round about way, he was apologizing for that. However Liaana gave a bit of a sassy attitude back into how she had asked about the rules. Which of course, set the high Vindicator off to teach her "manners" which was to knock her down and pick her back up to glare at her. Which..of course set everyone off who was watching. I was able to get myself in quick enough and stop anything from going too extreme and the High Vindicator walked off.

Liaana got checked over, of course she was fine. However that's when people started talking poorly about the High Vindicator. Dessendre and Bryceon were speaking of him poorly, claiming him to be terrible for hitting someone who already has injuries. Which normally i agree, but she can't be allowed to use that as an excuse to get away with things so of course i had to speak frank to the pair which in it's own course didn't work well.

I spoke with Liaana to try and better explain the situation and about how the High Vindicator can be. She seemed to understand and as i had hoped he returned and went on to apologize, in his own little way.

The evening tired me out pretty quickly, but i ensured to finish my work before getting to bed. The lack of sleep and the growing fear of my dream has only grown heavily in my heart, the fear lingers a bit in my wake and sometime's it takes me a moment to recall where i am and that things are fine. I've been seeking comfort in Vyciels bed more often, just feeling her near me makes me feel a bit better, her own body heat reminds me it's safe.

But i'm not sure how long it'll last, she has told me a short time ago that her own life is in danger, i think that's only escalated my feelings of fear. I had hoped to speak to her, but i don't want to bother her when she has her own worries and things to sort through on how to save herself and her Archive. I'll just have to make sure i'm ready for whatever way i can help her in her own journey.

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Dear Journal,

I have made a knew very unsettling discovery, well i have found out many, many just horrible terrifying things. I am really not sure how to talk about it all and i don't think i can convey the shock and horror and just very strange day today has been. I'll try. 

I decided to do some scouting in the surrounding lands, see if anything was a miss and when i returned there was this very strange air around the city and it was heavy within. I decided to find the High Vindicator, see if anything happened while i was away. The Barracks was closed off, shielded by a shield i wasn't all that familiar with. Cassa'nara showed up and of course she was of little help as per usual when i asked her some questions, speaking in riddles as always like Vyciel does, which irritates me so! So went on to call out to the High Vindicator, and the shield came down. It must of been made by him i figured. I went on ahead inside and found him at his desk. One of Vyciels daughters was there, Presidium i believe her name was. However, she had the darkness of the void around her.

I went on to asking questions, however the High Vindicator stopped me and showed me a vision he had been having. It was, very, very much like my own. Different, but even more so similar to mine then even Lyn'dara's was. The fear, the darkness, the dread of no hope. However, there was a child within his own vision who he was guarding. It shocked me and caught me by surprise. He expressed how that had been effecting him as of late and causing him some troubles. I understand of course.

I was still curious about the rest of what was happening, he told me to leave it be. For then, i agreed. Understanding his own feelings towards such a vision, i couldn't imagine how much it was clouding his mind and effecting him. The fear and anger he must be feeling. I could understand if he never slept, not wanting to face those again each night. I know, i didn't want to.

I was soon invited to have some tea with Eveneah and Zedwynn. I agreed. I like to think i know Zedwynn enough to understand she doesn't usually do such things unless she wants to speak about something of importance. Of course talking of the old times would have been fine enough, but i felt uneasy and needed to know what had occurred to cause the High Vindicator to close himself from the others.

Cutting to the chase i learned of how Zedwynn was accusing the High Vindicator for harming Presidium. As she has bruises upon her body. Of course it made me understand why Vyciel had come to the High Vindicators office to be with Presidium, however i assumed someone else may of harmed her and that the High Vindicator was looking into it. I mean, who sits in a room quietly with someone whose harming them?

I got defensive of course and tried forcing a proper investigation, however Zedwynn and i didn't quite see in the same way so she left. I took matters into my own hands. I thought to calm myself and pray to the Light on the matter, however i ran into the person i wanted to talk to. Presidium was within the chapel on her own praying as well. I decided to see it as the Light had approved of my feelings and were happy to also show me that the man i looked up to was innocent.

However, it was uh, the news and information was a bit more then i could comprehend. After finding out that they, the two, him and her, the High Vindicator and uh Presdium that they uh, they are a couple of sorts it uh, really was just too much for me. I ended up fainting. Eveneah ended up happening upon the scene as well as my sister, as she was looking for me and they were able to rouse me. After such a moment i was being summoned by the Consul, i could barely bring myself together before i was brought to her properly. I already felt so weak and sick and the end of tonight, i'm really not sure if i'll be able to sleep and it wont be the nightmares keeping me awake this time.

The Consul spoke to me about the events of today and my investigating having now helped the summery of it was able to help her understand what needed to be done. Having such explained to me on just how severe what has transpired, i agree with the course.

I'm so angry, but i'm so tired.

I wouldn't be angry if he found someone to be with, finding a mate would be wonderful for him. However, she was already with someone and even though he was aware of that he and her still continued on their own way. That is just disgraceful. It's embarrassing and disloyal.

Of course, i had to have such things better explained to me and my own loyalties were questioned and tested due to my respect and loyalty to the High Vindicator.  My own relation with Vyciel was brought in as an example to help me understand. Apparently i have jealousy. I don't still understand what that means, but there are other more important things happening besides my own feelings. I am loyal to the Republic, they have taken us in and have done much for me and my own, not to mention the new growth and new friends and family i can be with. With such said, i'll act as the High Vindicators stand in till everything is sorted through and he returns to his place.

If he can. He had stumbled in upon our meeting about him, a complete mess. I have worries and fears on what had harmed him so. Whatever attacked him is a force to be recon with, however, i feel if this was something coming for us he would have warned us. Instead of blubbering on how he deserves to die, as that is apparently what we think of him. 

The Consul of course called for me to find Rosewood, not sure who that is, they must be an amazing healer. I couldn't find Rosewood, but i did find Eveneah who is an amazing healer! Though she said she is Rosewood, i think she's playing a thing called a 'prank' on me. I know i have mistaken her and Presdium before as they look much alike and wear the same clothing, but i think this was a bit too far at the wrong time, so i didn't press it and brought her with me. However, the Consul called her Rosewood, so i'm wondering if Eveneah lied to the Consul about her real name. I'm worried for my friend, i think i'll talk to her about it and make sure she's safe at a later date.

At the end of this,  the Consul gave me a parchment that weighs heavily on me. It's promotion papers for me to sign, i would be taking the High Vindicators place. She reassured me she is what the Republic needs now, and that i'm ready. Even Aursuna believes in such.

I have, many doubts.

[lightforgedeve]

The Haunting

Eve'Varra slowly opened her eyes, feeling a soft breeze and nip of chill to the air around her as it swirled through, it's soft fingers brushing along the grass around her. She can feel the tips of the plains grass tapping against her skin, almost tickling her. The sky a clear blue over head, save a dot of small clouds as they drift lazily overhead. She was still exhausted, and this moment didn't touch her in a pleasing way. A gentle sigh coming through her body out from her lips as she slowly sat up. A peek of annoyance drifting through her as she looks around, unsure of where she was. Nothing was familiar here.

She brings her body to it's full height as she stands, stretching out her muscles and body from it's state of rest to wake. Eve'Varra's mind drifting in thought as she ponders where Vyciel had taken her -this- time. "Vyciel!" She calls out to the Magister, trying to spy the slender elf, it would be strange for her or her handmaiden to not be close by. A crease forms in over her brow as no answer comes. Turning on to get a better grasp of her surroundings she finds a tree not far from her, and a farm. A farm unlike the humans or other beings of the lands she had become accustomed too. No, this was a very old layout and make of a simple stead of her own peoples. Confusion came to her mind as she took a hesitant step towards it.

"Vyciel?" She called out once more as she strode through the grass. A family of talbuk were grazing in the paddock, a barn was just a ways down from where they were. A rather fair size home was down along the pathway she joined into. A sense of familiarity seeped into her, but she couldn't quite place it. There wasn't time to dwell upon such, as a woman came out, her back was turned and she was carrying a large basket. Soon turning, Eve'Varra easily recognized her, but a sense of confusion came to her.

"Mother?"

"Ah! Evey, there you are. Geez, i was worried about you. Stop going off for so long, you have chores to do! Come on, help me with the laundry." Her voice was far more cheerful then usual. She seemed happy, she even wore a soft dress with light tones, wore her hair in a loose tail. It confused Eve'Varra to no end.

"Evey? Wait..are you..smiling?" She moved in to help with the basket, instinct kicking in to aid her mother as she took the basket and went on to follow her in behind the house to the laundry lines. "Is this another one of your silly games? Goodness, what an imaginative child i have. Of course i am! It's a beautiful day, the quiche i made turned out perfect for our supper and your father should be back soon.” Her mother mused with a soft smile. "Oh yes, that's right. Father went on a trip to Shattrath for a meeting." She had felt like she was forgetting something, that must have been it. But what was she doing before coming back home? A soft uncertainty came in over her, but she brushed it off and went on to helping her mother put out the laundry. Everything seemed so normal, natural. Just an ordinary day. They talked and laughed, went on to getting things ready for her fathers return, helping clean and tidy up their home. It was always so wonderful to see her mother in such a good mood, why did she ever think it was strange that she wouldn't be? Oddly enough, she couldn't help looking out whenever she could. Brushing it off as she was just checking for her father, but that didn't seem right. Was there someone else she was suppose to look out for? It didn't take long before she could hear hooves coming down the trail, her tail flicked on eagerly as she went for the door and opened it. Smiling wide with glee as her father finally made it home. Only, her father didn't stand in the doorway. A very, overly large older Draenei male stood before. A holy glow seemed to blind her as she stumbled back a bit in shock and awe. Only to see the light disappear, as if a candle snuffed out from breeze that blew in from the outside. Billowing away the home she thought she was standing out in. The field grew darker and darker, the clouds taking in over the skies in their thunderous grey. The only light now coming through was the lightening crashing in overhead. The once standing paladin now laying flat face into the overgrown grasses.

She wasn't sure where she was anymore, she stumbled back and fell to her rear. Staring out to the scene ahead. It slowly came to view, unfolding before her to reveal horror after horror. Her mind slowly beginning to connect with what was happening before it. A battle lay out before her. After seeing so many of them it only came clear to what had happened. 

Slowly peering back down to the body before her, "High...Vindicator?" The words came out softly as her hand reached in over to try and pull the body over, just before she froze as her eyes caught the rest of the forms that slowly began to lay out before her. The growing bodies of friends and family, past and present began to form in over. In a panic she forced herself up to look around. She was surrounded. Arms flinging in around herself as she clung to her form, staring in around trying to calm herself. Eyes peering to the sky as nothing but hopelessness began to wring through her mind. Only to find a new set of fear sink into her, coursing through her like a hammer, her body numb and cold as her heart pounded away within.

A pair of large red eyes stared from above. Waves washing through the clouds making the world feel under the waters of the darkest depths of the sea. It was finally enough for her to wake. With a jolt she sat up. Her body cold and damp from the fright of her nightmare. It took her a few moments to catch her breath and calm down. Taking in that time to look over and focus in on her surroundings. At first she wasn't sure where she was, having been so use to being whisked away to the Archive, only to find herself in her bunk back in the barracks, it felt unsettling.

Removing from the bed, she pulled a blanket in around herself. Taking out the stone gifted to her to take her to the Archive, so she could go find some rest in a different bed.

[lightforgedeve]

Interview with the Arbriter

1. What is your name?

“Eve’Varra.”

2. What is your real name?

"But...that is my real name? Why would i have a false name?”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

"I think my mother told me once, a very long time ago, but i can’t recall why. And if i try asking her...well she gets a bit upset so i don’t bother with it anymore.”

4. Are you single or taken?

"What does taken mean? I haven’t been stolen from...oh well actually Vyciel takes me often, so by that meaning i guess i am taken?”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“Well i am a Lightforged paladin, i would hope i have some abilities and powers involving the Light. I have trained all of my life for this.”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"What’s a Mary Sue?”

7. What’s your eye color?

"You can’t tell?.”

8. How about your hair color?

"White, obviously. Are you blind? Why would you need to know that?”

9. Have you any family members?

“Just my mother, for blood relation. All of Light’s Dawn are my family.”

10. Oh? What about pets?

"I have the two cutest babies in the whole wide world and other worlds and other places like worlds. Chip is my goat, and my Marsuul is well a marsuul. Chip is blind in one eye and his tongue flops abut, he so sweet and he is full of energy. And my Marsuul is my best friend, he’s been with me a long time. He’s small and cuddly..”

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

“Sour things, i have learned that sour foods are just icky.”

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

"I train, and train, and...well mostly train. But in my down times i do enjoy working with jewels. It’s a good way to focus on precision.”

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

"Unfortunately i have, i accident broke someone’s leg in a spar.”

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

"Like..a friend or ally? No. Enemies, plenty, it is part of my duty to the Light after all.”

15. What kind of animal are you?

"I’ve been called a goat before, a space goat thing or something. I understand it’s meant as insult though, but since goats are so cute, i’m fine with it.”

16. Name your worst habits.

“I am not sure i have any?”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Oh wow, i look up to plenty of people. High Vindicator Brutulias, Aursuna, Alyssra, my mother in some aspects.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

"I don’t think i know those terms.”

19. Do you go to school?

"What is school?.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"I don’t know, i mean Vyciel is courting me, i think that leads to marriage, but i’m not sure how two females would have kids. Though she has two adopted ones, so i guess if we married they’d be mine too.”

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

”People who carry fans? No, we have bannermen. Byrce is mine, he’s really good at it. One handed and all. He’s a very confident and focused person, i like having him around to carry the banner.”

22. What are you most afraid of?

“Failing, not fulfilling my duties..”

23. What do you usually wear?

“My armor, of course!.”

24. Do you love someone?

"I love lots of people, i did mention i have a large family with the Light’s Dawn, i love them all so much.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

”As in..getting wet? From like the rain or something? I guess when i last took a bath this morning after my training.”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

“O-oh?.”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

“I don’t-oh like the things with nobles and such, i’m not any of those. I’m not a human or one of the elves that carry on such.”

28. How many friends do you have?

“Uh about more then sixty i think?”

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

"I love it! Pecan is my most favorite! No! Cherry! No wait..strawberry ruhbar. Or....chicken is filling and yummy too.”

30. Favorite drink?

"Water? No, moonberry juice is really good, it has a nice sweet tang to it.”

31. What’s your favorite place?

“Oh that’s hard to say, i have been loving so many places on Azeroth, anywhere that’s green and wild i think..”

32. Are you interested in someone?

"I’m interested in a lot of people.”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“I think when i talk to the tailor i have to ask for the B cups? I never really understood how that works. And what is a willy?”

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

“Anywhere is good for swimming!”

35. What’s your type?

"Type of what? or what? Type of weapon? I prefer just my hilt and then forming my blade with my Holy energy-oh that’s not what you meant?”

36. Any fetishes?

”Oh! Oh! I’ve heard this term before, but i had it wrong before, uh let’s see if i can remember. Those are those things shamans use for spells right? I don’t use those.”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

"I don’t know those terms. I prefer the top bunk. And i am a more dominant fighter? Oh...i got that wrong didn’t i?”

38. Camping or indoors?

"Camping! I love being outside!”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

"Well i mean if you are done, though i really don’t get the point of this.”

40. Now it’s over! “Yay! I mean, oh. Thank you, Light guide you!” Tagged by @cloudhaven Tagging: @fleshwerks @abaddon-nightingale-deactivated @clerix