Melathor Corbett

Roleplay and inspiration blog of a Gilnean warlock who is always searching for wisdom and power. Loyal to the Greymane family. Always open for questions and writing prompts!

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The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (2018) //Source : Hawthorn&Cedarwood

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"Ferocity. Bravery. Tenacity.

Gilneas has been reclaimed."

Homecoming

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Honestly, I don’t need someone who sees the good in me. I need someone who sees the bad in me and still wants me.

Unknown (via thelovejournals)

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[melathorthenoble]

(Writer’s Note: In October 2021 my father passed away. It was very fitting that we were in an expansion that dealt with death and loss when I had been preparing for his passing as I watched him decline. I started writing this piece a few months after his death as a sort of healing process. I put a lot of myself and grief into Melathor’s story, so this piece is me being vulnerable and getting some of it out. To those who also struggle with grief, I hope my words bring you a little comfort in the dark. - Melanie)

This is the first time I picked up a quill in what feels like ages. Who would have thought that time spent in the land of the dead could make one feel so alive?

The Shadowlands, where everything feels like a giant shadow looming over you. I suppose that’s what the constant threat of death feels like so it is rather fitting. I’ve been here for far too long with no contact from the outside. I wonder if my loved ones think I’ve met with a tragic end or if they even miss me? I just haven’t had it in me to send word to let them know I’m alright, and I understand that is a very selfish thing for me to do. No matter, the Venthyr have been nothing but gracious hosts. I have a lot more to thank them for.

I came here in search of something that I didn’t know was unobtainable. I came here looking for whatever may have remained of Marion and my mother. What I found was nothing. Yet another void opened up to swallow me whole. It was like I was a child again frozen in fear on that beach, or a young man cornered in the streets of Gilneas, unable to fend off those feral beasts. Choking on my pent up rage, fear, and grief once again, The Accuser came to me and offered me counsel to purge my burdens. 

I’ve seen glimpses of the atonement process happen to others, but as my case was different, I didn’t think it would be as grueling. I was wrong. It’s an exhausting and ugly process facilitated by digging up the most painful of memories. My sessions happen about twice a week, and each time I’m left as an empty vessel on the ground covered in my own tears and sweat. Each time my body feels a little weaker yet my heart feels a bit lighter. It’s not a process of forgetting but more a process of forgiving… of complacency. None of the things that happened were my fault, and I need to stop dragging that grief along like a bag of rocks. I’m hoping I can remember these lessons once I leave here as this is a place I don’t want to return to when it’s my time to go.

The portals have opened back up to the cities, and I am free to leave. I am beyond ready to return to Azeroth. The first thing I’m doing once I set foot off the boat to Boralus is give my father the biggest hug I can muster up. Next I’m going to visit a special someone who has been by my side since we first met. I have some things I need to tell her. And finally, once I have a night’s rest in a familiar bed, I will plan the next steps in my adventure.

You should never stay in one place too long lest you become complacent in everything you do.

[melathorthenoble]

Shadowlands is over, but I’m not sure Melathor is ready to leave Revendreth yet.

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Pyrewood Village, Silverpine Forest

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Eternal (2012) - Jason Black

[melathorthenoble]

Over the years, Gilnean families passed down many tales and nursery rhymes as retellings to their children. Many of these were lighthearted, but some of them were born out of myths meant to scare. Some of the tales revolved around the harvest witches and their rituals within the woods. Despite their help during the famine, they were still shrouded in mystery. In reality, many of these stories were meant to keep the children from wandering too far off the town roads and into the dangerous woods that surrounded the areas.

The following rhyme is from the now sunken town of Duskhaven that bordered the western side of Gilneas. There was a harvest witch who lived on the edge of the woods who was known as “Old Lada”. Rumor says that she would remain indoors most of the day, only emerging after sundown. She was known to let her long white hair down as she walked barefoot, blessing the local crops and gathering herbs for potions. The children would try to sneak quick peeks of her through their candlelit windows.

During playtime, the children could be heard laughing and singing the following rhyme as they skipped, jumped roped, or chased hoops down the town streets.

“Old Lada walks the woods at night. She blesses our fields by the pale moonlight. With bone, and blood, and feather of the raven, Keep us safe and well, o’ Ghost of Duskhaven.”

My Gilnean folklore series takes from in game lore and is mixed with my own headcanon to create a deeper backstory for writing/roleplay. You can read my first piece on harvest witches here.

[melathorthenoble]

“It all happened so fast. One moment I was in Stormwind and the next thing I remember is arriving here. The events between it all are a bit blurry, but I don't think I'll be getting out of this place any time soon.”

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[ouldrith]

Beast is a title earned in blood. Beware, for a beast may yet be beautiful.

—Scrawled note

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