With Fel Intent And Ebon Wings

Warlock, murderer, consumed by hatred and lust for revenge. A corrupted black dragon escaped the purge. An in character blog for Alexander Ramerius / Caeris Blacksun of Wyrmrest Accord

[mrpinchy]

bfa IC

A lot of horde players are sad and angry about Teldrassil and Undercity because it feels like our characters have no way to opt out of these terrible deeds.

Remember:just because we play through a big part of the story doesn’t mean our characters have to participate ICly.  Everyone had to play through the Legion artifact questlines but plenty of people didn’t incorporate those exact events into their character’s story, if at all.

The frustration over BFA is justified, but instead of feeling “forced” into it, think of these huge world-shifting events as interesting challenges to write/plan around.  If your horde character wouldn’t/doesn’t want to participate they don’t have to! you just have to figure out how. There are no wrong ways to do it.

If something doesn’t make sense, change it.  

If you can’t find answers, create some.

Your character, your story.  👍

[pinxiedust]

My blood elves would not dare lay a hand on Teldrassil.

[hmratking]

This is why I make neutral characters. My characters don’t see any gain in anything going on except that all this is a distraction and they can attack towns and cities because who’s watching when everyone is out fighting? :D

[ramerian]

The destruction of Undercity and its aftermath brings back a lot of old, bad memories of Northrend for Ramerian, and he will be engaging in the war, if only so he can be close by when someone inevitably offs Sylvanas. 

[ramerian]

Ramerian: After the Blight

“This mess reminds me of Northrend.” A large black dragon sprawled on a rocky outcropping, overlooking the Ruins of Lordaeron. He raised a scarred head and sniffed the wind critically, before snorting softly. “It has the same smell. Old rot and vile plagues. Worse things wriggling in the dark.” Ramerian shudders. “It ought to be put to the fire. Cleanse it in flame.”

A younger, less scarred red drake shook his head softly. Lutheristrasz’s voice was sad. “We’ve all lost power since the Dragon Soul was destroyed. It would take an army of us to bring new life to that place. And we can ill afford the attention that would bring.”

“Who said anything about bringing new life?” Ramerian growled at the suggestion. “I just think we ought to burn whatever is left down there before it mutates.” He pushed himself to his feet and stared down balefully at the ruins. He imagined he could see the undead still moving about in the clouds of toxic green gas. He gave another low, throaty growl, and flames licked along his teeth. His claws flexed against the rocks as if they were already ripping through undead flesh. “The only difference between the Banshee Queen and the Lich King is opportunity.”

“It would still attract attention.” Lutheristrasz, too, got to his feet, but only so that he could block Ramerian’s view of the remains of the Undercity. Ramerian growled. He drew himself up to his full height, and the red drake for a moment wondered if he’d made a mistake. Lutheristrasz was suddenly very aware that the big, black dragon still bore the scars of previous wars, and the look in his eye was less than kind. Ramerian the Cruel, he’d been called. But then Ramerian just nodded, and he sank back down to the warm stones. “Perhaps you’re right. I enjoy my place in Suramar. I’d be loathe to leave it over...whatever it is the Banshee Queen thinks she’s playing at.” Ramerian sneered, a flash of sharp, yellowed teeth. Lutheristrasz gave a relieved sigh. He wouldn’t be losing his throat today, at least. Even with the black dragon “cured”, albeit for an unknown duration, and no longer hearing voices of the old gods, his temper was as mercurial as the volcanoes his flight favored, and his magic was much stronger than the young red dragon could handle alone. He suggested softly, “Perhaps we ought to return. I imagine they’ll be looking for both of us back at the Repose.” 

Ramerian shook his head and pushed himself again to his feet. He crouched, preparing to take off. “You can, if you like. I’m headed back to Orgrimmar. I’m going to volunteer Thuvial Merqestris to join the Horde army. When Sylvannas finally pushes things too far, I want to be there to watch her fall.”

Lutheristrasz gave a soft, uncertain rumble. “...Very well. I’ll come with you. At the very least, I ought to divert attention from you. Your magic still isn’t up for intense scrutiny.” The black dragon growled and launched himself into the air. “Thank you for reminding me. At least the blue dragons of Azsuna were...not inclined to let the pipsqueak know I was in the area.”

[ramerian]

[ramerian]

OOC

I was wondering what was making people’s icons pixelated. Apparently safe mode hides even the icons of people whose accounts may contain sensitive content. Good to know.

*turns safe mode off*

[ramerian]

OOC

I am SO HERE for Shal’dorei being enthusiastically curious about the Horde, non-magical solutions to problems, and things they’ve never seen before because they literally lived in a bubble. It’s great. Just walking around Orgrimmar and talking to Shal’dorei NPCs is fun.

[ramerian]

[ramerian]

A little something

“Enough!” The shout in Shalassian was enough to get even bickering demons to quiet down and listen.

Thuvial Merqestris sneered at the imps at his feet. “I think you’ve forgotten who it is you serve.” The Shal’dorei’s features faded subtly, revealing dark scales and fiery eyes. Ramerian grinned a sharp-toothed grin at the imps, who shrank back from the black dragon. “Good. Do my bidding, or I will ensure your next few hundred years are torment the likes of which you have never felt.” Behind him, his shivarra, Demriah, laughs softly at the imps’ misfortune.

[ramerian]

The necklace came carefully packed in a warded crate, and only Rosefica’s touch would persuade the smooth wooden sides of the crate to give way and reveal what lay nestled within.

A note was enclosed, as well, sealed with the raven logo of Dark Raven Curios, Caeris Blacksun’s shop.

My dear Rosefica,

This came into my possession recently and I couldn’t abide selling it, particularly given that its design makes it rather good at holding an illusion spell. While it holds no spell at the moment, I thought it prudent to mention it. An illusion like mine can be activated at will with a simple spell and more powerful enchantments can be tied to an item than to a person.

Beyond that, though, it is beautiful and I think it would look lovely on you.

Yours,

Caeris Blacksun

(( @little-ojousama ))

[ramerian]

Caeris’s TRP, updated for Legion and for the switch from MRP to TRP.

[angstmemes]

Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

[blightheart]

It is nice to see you even if I have almost no time to keep up with Tumblr anymore, much less in-game RP.

Oh hey!  Thank you so much!  That is a very sweet thing to say. I don’t know what’s going on in your life, or whether your busy-ness is because of good things or things that give you stress.  But in case it’s the second one, whatever you’re dealing with, whatever is challenging you right now, you’re stronger than it is. 

Please accept this gif of a lady wearing a kitten as a hat. 

[ramerian]

Oh my God that is adorable. I hijacked my own ask because I am tired but work is work! It just keeps getting busier but I'm hoping maybe to have things better sorted by September.

Glad to see you are doing okay. I have reading to catch up on and that is awesome. I wondered where you went or if I was just keeping weird hours, I didn't see you on my dash. (Tumblr did not help, I have yet to figure out how many people it unfollowed from this account)

Anyway that was a long winded and tired hi! And now like a good vampire I flee to sleep.

[observando]

There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.

Dante Alighieri (via observando)

[ramerian]

Ooc

Dear Tumblr, quit unfollowing people I want to follow. If I unfollowed you I didn't mean to, I haven't been on this account in forever and I just realized it unfollowed blightheart and a couple others.

[ramerian]

For those interested, especially those in Faith of the Fallen, I have made a community over on Dreamwidth for RP stuff. Mostly to see if it’ll work easier than Tumblr for keeping up with RP. Membership is moderated atm, but it’s nothing serious, just send me a pm here or on Dreamwidth if you want in.

http://faithofthefallen.dreamwidth.org http://ramerian.dreamwidth.org

little-ojousama jaspxrjordans

[reblogkarma-blog]

Your character walks in on mine having a violent flashback and is forced to pin them down for both of their safety. Send me, 'wake up' for my character's reaction/coming to with yours still on top of them.

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[allthejubilees]

The Little Things (Rosefica/Ramerian)

[ramerian]

allthejubilees:

[allthejubilees]

“Well, I am glad to hear that.” Rosefica said as Iolanthe wedged the bowl between herself and Rosefica’s bosom, then ate another berry, smiling at Ramerian widely. Her lips were already starting to stain blue. 

“Usually, yes, I am. But there have been a few… unpleasant issues that have come up, so I am taking some time away from the shop while Lazras handles things.” More like Kirenestus never turned in my licensing paperwork like he promised and now I have to deal with a wretched man to get it back. But hey, there were worse things. 

“While I legally own my business, I cannot work there. They’re working on a solution for the issue, so I get an unwanted vacation.”  She shrugged a bit. 

Iolanthe, meanwhile, reached out for the bird with a berry in one tiny hand, “Yum-yum, birb!”

[ramerian]

“There’s so much red tape in Silvermoon City, it’s a wonder any work gets done at all. If you knew the lengths I had to go to, just to get the licenses for my shop.” There had been blackmail involved, as well as one very real threat to end a Magister’s existence. “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

The curtains moved again and a succubus stepped out, holding another box, this time half-full of various Dwarven relics. Ramerian gestured to his work table without looking back at her. “Set them here, and then begin setting up the fresh crystals.” She nodded and moved towards the work table, eying Rosefica and Iolanthe curiously.

The raven, meanwhile, greedily gulped down the offered berry and gave Iolanthe a loud caww. It took off, back up to its nest in the rafters, then came back with a large, bright pink crystal that it pressed against Iolanthe.

Ramerian rolled his eyes and continued, “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”