"I am the Blade of my people."

Mythaelan Snowlight | Guardian of Kalimdor | Protector of Lady Saraluna Starbreeze | Wielder of Kelserrar, the Wrath of Elune FCs: Idris Elba / Geralt of Rivia

[bambidoesthings]

Summer Art Giveaway!

Hlelo my lovelies.

O guess who’s doing an art giveaway??

THIS BICH.

K so. This is also in combination with my 300 follower giveaway bc hey :)) I have 300+ followers ?? HELLO??? ? ? ?? I love u guys so much?? Thank you for supporting me, it means so heckin’ much. I would literally be nowhere without you guys and wow that sounds cheesy, k here’s the contest b4 I get emotional.

The Contest:

I will be drawing the winners’ characters in summer-themed attire/setting of their choosing! Whether that be a bikini pinup or your toon literally eating sand on a beach, it’s up to you, so long as it holds the theme! There will be THREE winners! This contest’s first place winner will kinda be special bc :)))) it’s Pride month! <3

1st place: A half body shot. (A single character OR two characters)

2nd place: A bust shot. (A single character)

3rd place: A head shot. (A single character)

The Rules:

1. You MUST be following me.

2. You MUST like this post.

3. You MUST reblog this post. (Multiple reblogs DO count. Just please don’t spam your followers. Reblog-trash accounts’ entries will be nullified!)

Winners will be randomly chosen on June 15th, 2019 (Two weeks from now).

Good luck frens! <3

And THANK YOU SO HECKIN’ MUCH for 300 followers!

[myth-the-warrior]

“Fear me, Banshee Queen.”

Shimmering golden yellow eyes glared across the remnants of what was once a battle. All around Mythaelan was death and destruction. Broken Sentinels and undead laid before he and his opponents who stalked toward him. Forsaken scavengers, sent to kill any remaining Night Elves. His home, his people’s home, all that they had left, burned to cinders. White ash rained from the sky as far as the eye could see.

 Should one listen and look closely, they could hear the screams of innocent Kaldorei civilians being massacred and see the vile clouds of plague that the banshee queen unleashed upon them. Time seemed to slow as he watched the forsaken foot soldiers and their commander grow closer and closer. Mythaelan was tired. He had been fighting since the early hours of the morning and there seemed to be no end to their hordes.

 Despite this, he stood strong, clad in his brown tunic, darnassian tabard, plate greaves, and plate boots. His blade Kelserrar glowed and hummed with the power of Elune herself and only grew stronger as he closed his eyes and began to channel, “Anu’dorini Talah. Bandu Thoribas. Andu-falah-dor.” The blade’s hum grew in sound and the light from the runes became blinding for a mere moment as the undead reached him.

The first forsaken charged and swung with an overhead attack. Mythaelan spun to his opponent’s left, taking the opportunity to slice at it’s waist. The power behind his blow cleaved the undead in-two. He did not stop there, he used his spin’s momentum to come back around in time to block the second swing from his right. The Night Elf forced the forsaken’s blade down and went under its arms, only to shove his blade into its stomach. What blood and rotted guts the creature had left spewed out onto his blade and hands. With one swift jerk backward, he ripped his blade from the dead opponent so that he may charge for the next one. 

A quick and skilled blow to the legs sent the third and final undead soldier to the ground. Mythaelan plunged his runeblade down into the forsaken’s chest, all while staring toward the risen sentinel who lead them. “You think you are the only ones who lost yourselves, traitor?!” He bellowed across the field. “THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM US!” Myth shouted with a follow-up growl and bare of his teeth, which revealed his sharp canines. 

 “Elune abandoned us. There was no hope, there is no hope. Not for you or your people, warrior. Surrender to the will of the Banshee Queen and we will make your death swift. Resist… and you will die a long, agonizing death.” The hollow voice of the risen ranger returned.

“Never will I surrender to you or that vile filth. If this is the only way, if you will not see reason, come, taste my steel, “sister”.” He mocked. Moments later, Mythaelan was charging and the former huntress was drawing back her bow. She let one arrow fly. It whizzed past Myth, scraping the side of his arm. 

From the burning forest leapt a frostsaber, Snowfang, Mythaelan’s most loyal companion and trusted friend. She landed on the risen sentinel and slashed in her direction. The sentinel managed to vault out from under the saber, roll backward, and then knock her bow and release an arrow into Snowfang’s side. 

The cat roared in pain and scurried off to the side. This display distracted their foe, allowing for Myth to slam his shoulder into her chest once he reached her with his charge. Such raw brute force knocked the air from her lungs and launched her at least ten feet back, leaving the night elf on the ground and disabled, chest shattered. 

The warrior slowly walked over to the dark ranger who laid on the ground wheezing in pain. Mythaelan looked down at her, his golden gaze softening with hints of sadness, “I tried, sister.” He said quietly as he kneeled beside her, “Our people have endured so much more. You could have endured. There will always be hope.”

The remaining light slowly faded from the sentinel’s eyes as she spoke, “..I…” she wheezed, “…the banshee queen.. will.. prevail.” Myth reached to the front of her belt and removed one of the many daggers along it, “Rest, sister. As well as you may.” The blade was lifted and brought back down directly into her heart. He spoke a quick prayer of Elune over her, despite her betrayal and corruption. 

In the distance Snowfang trotted toward Myth. The sight of his friend alive and well made him smile through the pain he felt. He pushed himself from the ground, sheathed Kelserrar upon his back, and began to walk to the saber, “Where did you come from, girl?” He asked with an outstretched hand. Snow brushed her head against him and purred, “I am glad that you did. On my own, she was far too powerful.” The cat looked to her master and blinked slowly. Myth smiled once more and returned the gesture by resting his forehead against her own. 

 Further past the both of them, screams began to grow louder, as if civilians were running toward them. “It is lost! Teldrassil is lost!” One of the fleeing Kaldorei shouted from a ways off. 

 Myth’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Go Snow, I will meet you by the shore. Protect any survivors.” He said to the saber, who huffed in acknowledgement and ran off as best she could with the arrow in her side. 

The warrior then turned and began his run to the opening where many others gathered and where he beheld one of the most horrific sights he had ever seen. Teldrassil, the World Tree, burning to a husk. Mythaelan fell to his knees and watched as the atrocity that Sylvanas had committed unfolded.

Tears flooded to his eyes and down his cheeks as he witnessed the burning of his people’s hope, his people’s last beacon, their last and true home. He closed his eyes, tears falling to the ground. The Kaldorei had not felt such pain since the loss of his parents. It was a pain he had hoped he would never endure again. It was as if he could feel the tree’s pain, as if he could feel it wither and die. 

“What have we done to deserve such atrocities against us, Elune?!” Mythaelan roared, “What have your people done to deserve this?!” He looked up to the stars as he spoke, “She will pay for what she has done.” The Kaldorei whispered. 

 “Fear Me, Banshee Queen. For my blade and vengeance comes for you.” 

[ @venreenaholt​ @ladysaraholt​ @starfallsentinels​ ]

[myth-the-warrior]

“Fear me, Banshee Queen.”

Shimmering golden yellow eyes glared across the remnants of what was once a battle. All around Mythaelan was death and destruction. Broken Sentinels and undead laid before he and his opponents who stalked toward him. Forsaken scavengers, sent to kill any remaining Night Elves. His home, his people’s home, all that they had left, burned to cinders. White ash rained from the sky as far as the eye could see.

 Should one listen and look closely, they could hear the screams of innocent Kaldorei civilians being massacred and see the vile clouds of plague that the banshee queen unleashed upon them. Time seemed to slow as he watched the forsaken foot soldiers and their commander grow closer and closer. Mythaelan was tired. He had been fighting since the early hours of the morning and there seemed to be no end to their hordes.

 Despite this, he stood strong, clad in his brown tunic, darnassian tabard, plate greaves, and plate boots. His blade Kelserrar glowed and hummed with the power of Elune herself and only grew stronger as he closed his eyes and began to channel, “Anu’dorini Talah. Bandu Thoribas. Andu-falah-dor.” The blade’s hum grew in sound and the light from the runes became blinding for a mere moment as the undead reached him.

The first forsaken charged and swung with an overhead attack. Mythaelan spun to his opponent’s left, taking the opportunity to slice at it’s waist. The power behind his blow cleaved the undead in-two. He did not stop there, he used his spin’s momentum to come back around in time to block the second swing from his right. The Night Elf forced the forsaken’s blade down and went under its arms, only to shove his blade into its stomach. What blood and rotted guts the creature had left spewed out onto his blade and hands. With one swift jerk backward, he ripped his blade from the dead opponent so that he may charge for the next one. 

A quick and skilled blow to the legs sent the third and final undead soldier to the ground. Mythaelan plunged his runeblade down into the forsaken’s chest, all while staring toward the risen sentinel who lead them. “You think you are the only ones who lost yourselves, traitor?!” He bellowed across the field. “THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM US!” Myth shouted with a follow-up growl and bare of his teeth, which revealed his sharp canines. 

 “Elune abandoned us. There was no hope, there is no hope. Not for you or your people, warrior. Surrender to the will of the Banshee Queen and we will make your death swift. Resist… and you will die a long, agonizing death.” The hollow voice of the risen ranger returned.

“Never will I surrender to you or that vile filth. If this is the only way, if you will not see reason, come, taste my steel, “sister”.” He mocked. Moments later, Mythaelan was charging and the former huntress was drawing back her bow. She let one arrow fly. It whizzed past Myth, scraping the side of his arm. 

From the burning forest leapt a frostsaber, Snowfang, Mythaelan’s most loyal companion and trusted friend. She landed on the risen sentinel and slashed in her direction. The sentinel managed to vault out from under the saber, roll backward, and then knock her bow and release an arrow into Snowfang’s side. 

The cat roared in pain and scurried off to the side. This display distracted their foe, allowing for Myth to slam his shoulder into her chest once he reached her with his charge. Such raw brute force knocked the air from her lungs and launched her at least ten feet back, leaving the night elf on the ground and disabled, chest shattered. 

The warrior slowly walked over to the dark ranger who laid on the ground wheezing in pain. Mythaelan looked down at her, his golden gaze softening with hints of sadness, “I tried, sister.” He said quietly as he kneeled beside her, “Our people have endured so much more. You could have endured. There will always be hope.”

The remaining light slowly faded from the sentinel’s eyes as she spoke, “..I…” she wheezed, “...the banshee queen.. will.. prevail.” Myth reached to the front of her belt and removed one of the many daggers along it, “Rest, sister. As well as you may.” The blade was lifted and brought back down directly into her heart. He spoke a quick prayer of Elune over her, despite her betrayal and corruption. 

In the distance Snowfang trotted toward Myth. The sight of his friend alive and well made him smile through the pain he felt. He pushed himself from the ground, sheathed Kelserrar upon his back, and began to walk to the saber, “Where did you come from, girl?” He asked with an outstretched hand. Snow brushed her head against him and purred, “I am glad that you did. On my own, she was far too powerful.” The cat looked to her master and blinked slowly. Myth smiled once more and returned the gesture by resting his forehead against her own. 

 Further past the both of them, screams began to grow louder, as if civilians were running toward them. “It is lost! Teldrassil is lost!” One of the fleeing Kaldorei shouted from a ways off. 

 Myth’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Go Snow, I will meet you by the shore. Protect any survivors.” He said to the saber, who huffed in acknowledgement and ran off as best she could with the arrow in her side. 

The warrior then turned and began his run to the opening where many others gathered and where he beheld one of the most horrific sights he had ever seen. Teldrassil, the World Tree, burning to a husk. Mythaelan fell to his knees and watched as the atrocity that Sylvanas had committed unfolded.

Tears flooded to his eyes and down his cheeks as he witnessed the burning of his people’s hope, his people’s last beacon, their last and true home. He closed his eyes, tears falling to the ground. The Kaldorei had not felt such pain since the loss of his parents. It was a pain he had hoped he would never endure again. It was as if he could feel the tree’s pain, as if he could feel it wither and die. 

“What have we done to deserve such atrocities against us, Elune?!” Mythaelan roared, “What have your people done to deserve this?!” He looked up to the stars as he spoke, “She will pay for what she has done.” The Kaldorei whispered. 

 “Fear Me, Banshee Queen. For my blade and vengeance comes for you.” 

[ @venreenaholt​ @ladysaraholt​ @starfallsentinels​ ]

[tt-vision]

[yocalio]

Yennefer: “We have 45 seconds left, - well 30 now and then we throw the gauntlet at the Wild Hunt. So I beg you, use these seconds well.”

[dailymarvelkings]

Idris Elba as Heimdall in Thor: Ragnarok

[qvicksilversass]

“Asgard…she’s here…”

[thorodinson]

Idris Elba as Heimdall in Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

[azerothian-aesthetics]

In honor of one of my favorite places in Azeroth, Teldrassil

It has some of the most beautiful background music too if you ask me.

[ladysaraholt]

Plans and Portents

“My Lady, is that wise?” Mythaelan’s Darnassian drawled back at her when she told the man to let Liza and her husband in, “Your life is in a delicate place right now… I really feel exposure beyond the social events you are expected at is far too dangerous.” But Sara was having none of it.

“Myth,” she said with a steely tone, “Liza and Grant are the two most loyal members of the House which I lead. I want you to personally show them in, and there’ll be no more argument on the matter.”

With a bow, the golden-eyed warrior turned to move to the front door.

“Sara?”

The mage turned back to look at Relena’s questioning visage, but she shook her head, “If Liza has come all the way from my Estate, then something has happened, and it needs to be dealt with.”

Her former teacher nodded, though she and Laraanna shared a look of worry. The last thing anyone wanted right now was undue stress on the expectant mother.

Sara managed to push herself up from the bed, holding the footboard to steady herself on her feet. The weight of her stomach was really starting to get quite burdensome.

Several minutes later, the mage was wrapped in something more covering and perched in her armchair with tea and fresh fruit. A knock at the door echoed across the room, to which the mage nodded. Laraanna moved to open the door, bowing her head politely to those on the other side, “Miss Liza. Mister Grant. Good to see you.”

The petite graying Gilnean clasped Laraanna’s arm and smiled, “Thank you, Priestess. We’re glad to see you as well.” Grant nodded in agreement. A single gesture from Laraanna and the pair entered the room to see the Head of the House extremely pregnant. Liza rushed to Sara’s side.

“My Lady! Oh my goodness, you look ready to pop!!!” she looked about briefly, “That scoundrel of a warlock isn’t here, is he?”

Sara chuckled, shaking her head. Had it really been so long since she’d gone back home? “No, Liza… it turned out they’re not his.” At this, Liza relaxed, then blinked in confusion.

“Um… ‘they’…?” Her hand reached for Sara’s swollen belly, pausing long enough for her expression to be a questioning one. When Sara nodded, she pressed her palm to the top of the elven woman’s tummy. A swift kick met her fingers. She looked back to Sara.

“‘They’. I’m having twins.”

Grant chuckled as he joined his wife and Lady, sitting on one of the stools nearby and rubbing the top of his head lightly, “Congratulations, my Lady.” Sara’s familiar expression of disapproval softened, and she bowed her head in thanks.

Liza looked absolutely overjoyed. She glanced about, to Lara and Relena, then back to Sara again, bouncing on the balls of her feet, “How exciting!” She hugged her Lady around the neck before clapping her hands together once and pulling them to her chest, “The news will be absolutely wonderful to spread in the North, and very much needed.”

Sara tilted her head to look at Liza curiously, “Why needed? Has there been trouble?”

Liza paused, her face falling a bit. She glanced to her husband, but he was no help - he merely gestured to Sara as if to say ‘It’s why we came here, so go on!’ Liza pressed her lips together for a time, taking slow breaths, “My Lady… it’s Ironwrath.”

Brow wrinkling, the mage sat her body up in her chair with some effort, though not without a punch of protest making her stomach bounce. Emerald eyes trained sharply on Liza, “Has something happened? Do the Lady and children require aid?” The last she’d heard, the Lord  had returned from the front lines and was headed home, but she’d been confined to the house for some time. Now she felt horribly out of the loop. Liza shook her head.

“No, my Lady… Lord Ironborne has been usurped by another… and cast out.”

At this, Sara sat back in her seat, hand rubbing her stomach in thought. She chewed her lower lip, looking displeased at this news. After several long minutes, Sara rubbed her cheek and looked to Relena, “When does that ship leave?”

“We are scheduled to go at the end of the week. We would realistically be heading south to catch it by tomorrow, with your husband in tow.” Relena gave Sara a wary gaze, “I do hope you’re not planning on canceling, Sara. You need this time to destress after that attack on you.” But Sara shook her head reassuringly.

“I will not be canceling, no.” She looks to Liza and Grant seriously, and then to Laraanna, “I need to pen a missive to Lord Areius, and I want it delivered directly to his hands.”

As conversations unfolded, Sara had the caretakers of Carnston House see that a room was made available for the pair to stay in and rest. Laraanna helped them get settled while Relena stayed with Sara, making sure she drank her tea and ate. All the while, Sara sat at the desk in her room, penning a letter to the Northern Lord:

‘Lord Areius Ironborne,

I pray to the Titans that this finds its way to your hands and not another. I feel we’ve much to discuss.

Whatever may have happened, my Lord, the North will always remember its own, and give aid where it is needed. From the news that has reached me, this is very much a necessity now.

My current whereabouts are further south, for a number of reasons, but I would like if we could meet very soon. I feel there is so much to discuss and catch up on.

The courier is my own personal beast. He is loyal and will return only to me. Send your reply through him, and let me know when and where we can set up a meeting.

Remember, Lord Ironborne, that you have allies. A great number of the, I imagine. I look forward to hearing from you.

Lady Sara Holt, formerly Starbreeze Head of House Sterren’

Once sealed in blue and gold wax, bearing both the House Holt and House Sterren seals, along with her personal one, Sara gave a sharp whistle. A familiar POP echoed in the room as Spark, her arcane feline, materialized before them. She fixed the letter to his collar, petting the creature fondly.

“It has been some time since you’ve had to do this… but find Areius Ironborne. This goes to none but him.” When the creature meowled and nuzzled her hand, Sara nodded in satisfaction. Another POP, and the creature was gone. Emerald eyes turned to Relena, “We should get packed for that trip.”

(( mentions / allusions: @archrelena @myth-the-warrior @mistresslaraanna @ardantahmasholt @areiusironborne @householt @thalsianiii I think that’s everyone ))

[wnnbdarklord]

Thor Ragnarok - Heimdall

[ladysaraholt]

@myth-the-warrior

[myth-the-warrior]

Myth cutting through them undead and orcs when they burn down teldrassil. He’s gonna be one unhappy camper.

[artlory]

Let’s have a lil special raffle-event cause the amount of my followers have risen almost all the way to the 600 already!

A winner have a chance to get COUPLE YCH -artwork (like the one above) of their choice of OC’s. (No fandom characters included this time. No full furries or mecha. Animal parts like ears and tails, as well metallic parts are okay tho.)

Be aware that the picture will be NSFW! I’ll edit bodies, picture will be flat colored, no bg. (Nope-box will disappear too~)

RULES

reblog this post to enter (likes don’t count.)

must be following me (New followers are welcome as well!)

no giveaway blogs

have your asks/messages open, so I can contact you if you win!

if winner doesn’t reply me within 2 days, someone else will be chosen.

Raffle will end 17th NOVEMBER (UTC+2 time, 19PM). I’ll contact winner as soon as I know the winners name!

Good luck ♥

[cypris-thalsian]

@thalsianiii?

[thalsianiii]

@cyprisnightingale if you want some PerCy smut let’s make it happen! Reblog awayyyy!!

[eve-daniels]

@lindon-schofield ? 😂

[venreenaholt]

@cedrickholtstories 😜

[sergantbucky]

[ladysaraholt]

“Thank you,” Sara said, dipping her head down and hugging her guard around the waist in a private moment.

“I will do whatever I can, my Lady.”

~ tiny snippet of conversation between Sara and Mythaelan a few nights prior

@myth-the-warrior

[thalsianiii]

HUGGING HIS WAIST??!??!?!? GUUUUUUUURL?!?!?!

[house-sterren-arcanum]

House Sterren is Open for Recruitment!

<House Sterren Arcanum> (HSA for short) is looking for interested members of the Wyrmrest Accord Roleplay Community to join our growing family!

HSA is comprised of two subsections of members that interact with each other and the community to push forward our guilds plot lines as well as community story and involvement.

House Sterren: The Baroness, Sara Starbreeze has been an active member of the WrA community for some time. As such we have now decided to bring her house out from the background and make it a more prominent member of the community at large! Get involved with the Noble life style as a noble vassal, ally, part of the elite guards, and more! Our House is looking for you!

The Arcanum: As well as being a noble house, HSA also uses it’s wealth and standing to fund research expeditions and projects by way of ‘The Arcanum’. Relic hunting, with a twist! We scour the world for artifacts of magical, historical, or cultural significance to be researched and documented. We are looking for members with a scholarly and scientific mind who are interested in participating and leading in research projects and expeditions across Azeroth and beyond!

So if this sounds like the kind of place you would feel at home. Visit our Website [Here] for more details. Also feel free to contact us here or get in touch with the GM’s Thalsian & Starbreezë in game with your questions!

[myth-the-warrior]

"How much can you lift?"

“What sort of question is that?” Myth grumbles out as he eyes over Malorincan with his golden hues. “If you insist.. I once lifted a full grown Orc, to give you an estimate.”

[ladysaraholt]

Sara’s Bodyguard

@myth-the-warrior

[myth-the-warrior]

“My blade is yours, Lady Starbreeze.”

[myth-the-warrior]