18+ IC & Inspiration Blog. Multi-Muse. WoW, Wyrmrest Accord. This blog will primarily be for the members of House Runeshade; however, there may be a couple other characters mixed in. About/Muses Carrd Here!
Hello there! Welcome to my WoW rp blog! You can call me Marble or Hale. Either’s fine. Here’s some basic info for things:
- I’m based on the Wyrmrest Accord server.
- Just recently got back into things with a fresh start after a 4 year hiatus, so I’m still catching up on all the new content!
- 18+ only!
- This is a multi-muse blog, primarily focused on my Runeshade family.
- Blood Elves are the main race I play as, but I’ll occasionally dabble in other things. I’m just weak for elves haha.
- I’m all for cross-faction rp, so Alliance characters are welcome!
- I love story-driven interactions as much as I do random, smaller interactions.
- I’m on Discord! If you’re interested in chatting on there, just ask for my username! ♥
- My Battle Tag is Marble#11228
For more info on me, my rules, and my muses, check out my carrd!
((A little glimpse into Zeladril’s and Alam’valin’s history together. :3))
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Zeladril grunted as he hit the ground, swept off his feet faster than he could process what had happened.
“Again.” The calm, firm command made Zeladril scowl, and he glared up at the man in front of him. The lower half of the other Sin’dorei’s face was covered by a mask, his only good eye, golden in hue, burning a hole through him. “Now.”
With a huff, Zeladril stood and readied himself. The only signal he received was a slight inclination of the man’s head, and he answered it by charging at him. At the last moment, he threw his weight to one side and slid low, trying to knock his trainer down just as he’d done.
Alam’valin dodged with infuriating ease, and Zeladril nearly let out a growl of frustration before he caught the raised eyebrow and slightly tilted head. “Better.”
((A little glimpse into Zeladril’s and Alam’valin’s history together. :3))
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Zeladril grunted as he hit the ground, swept off his feet faster than he could process what had happened.
“Again.” The calm, firm command made Zeladril scowl, and he glared up at the man in front of him. The lower half of the other Sin’dorei’s face was covered by a mask, his only good eye, golden in hue, burning a hole through him. “Now.”
With a huff, Zeladril stood and readied himself. The only signal he received was a slight inclination of the man’s head, and he answered it by charging at him. At the last moment, he threw his weight to one side and slid low, trying to knock his trainer down just as he’d done.
Alam’valin dodged with infuriating ease, and Zeladril nearly let out a growl of frustration before he caught the raised eyebrow and slightly tilted head. “Better.”
“I didn’t even touch you,” Zeladril muttered, getting back into position. “As usual.”
“No, but you didn’t take an entirely head-on approach this time, either.” Where Zeladril was panting from the exertion of their training session, Alam’valin hadn’t broken a sweat. “You’re learning. Good. Again.”
“Think we can take a break soon? We’ve been at this forever.”
Zeladril blinked. Alam’valin was gone. He tensed and quickly whirled around; knew what was coming. He staggered backwards, doing his best to evade the flurry of punches that came his way, all arcing in a manner to mimic the motion of holding daggers despite Alam’valin’s hands being empty. One, two, three, four, five--he just barely got out of the way. He missed the kick.
Once again, Zeladril hit the ground, and this time he swore loudly, his frustration getting the better of him. “Oh, come on!”
“The Scourge won’t give you a break. They do not rest, they do not show mercy.” While Alam’valin’s words were stern, the expression in his eyes held understanding. He paused, almost hesitant, then reached out and offered his hand to Zeladril. “That’s three more than you dodged the last time. You’re getting better.”
Zeladril pursed his lips, eyeing the other man, then he sighed, deflating, and took it. “How much longer until I can get on the field?” he asked, absently brushing some dirt from his clothes.
“Patience. You’re learning from the ground up. It will take time.”
“But we don’t have time! The Lich King is out there, destroying everything he touches! I need to be out there! I--”
“Zeladril.” The sharpness in Alam’valin’s voice caught him off guard and his words failed him. “If I were to send you out before you are ready, do you know what would happen? You would be another body on the battlefield, or worse.” Alam’valin sighed softly and shook his head, his tone softening. “I understand your anger and your pain. But there is no point in trying to run off to help others when you would not be able to help yourself.”
Alam’valin put a hand on Zeladril’s shoulder and squeezed lightly. “You told me when we met that you want to help people. I am trying to give you the tools to do so, and you are improving in each lesson we go through. You’ll make a fine soldier yet, but that isn’t a process that can be rushed. Now--” taking a step back, he stretched, and turned towards the barracks-- “why don’t we get you something to eat?”
Zeladril bit his lip, watching after his trainer for a moment before following. He knew Alam’valin was right, and with a sigh, a more familiar, warm smile crossed his face. “Why don’t you join me?”
Alam’valin chuckled. “Nice try.”
“Oh, come on. Can you blame me for being curious?”
“You and every other recruit. And strangers. And even seasoned comrades I’ve had the pleasure of fighting alongside. My mask does not come off.”
“Not even when you sleep?” Zeladril teased.
“I’ve heard that one before a hundred times.”
“Well, now you’ve heard it a hundred and one times.”
“Keep it up and you’ll be running that many laps.” Alam’valin said flatly.
“...Wait. Are you serious?” Alam’valin didn’t answer. “Alam’valin?” Still no answer. “Valin!”
Nearby, a few other soldiers laughed to themselves, catching the amusement in Alam’valin’s eyes as he strode ahead of the young recruit.
Seriously, though--has anyone taken advantage of The Nighthold starting area? The fact that Nightborne can always go back to it and it’s completely devoid of any hostile mobs and has an expansive amount of room for how closed it is makes for a very ideal RP spot. At least to me--it’s really nice.
Suramar might not be developed/accessible yet, but The Nighthold starting area still has plenty of room for beautiful, quiet spots like this with a great view. ♥
Me: I’m gonna make a tumblr for the 3 new muses I have for WoW! They’re gonna be my main focus!
My adhd, creativity loving butt: -now has Several muses on the server, each with a fair bit of detail I’ve figured out- Whoops.
I may end up revamping this blog just a touch to be more inclusive of the other muses I’d like to post about here. It’d be easier than creating a ton of sideblogs. |D
Quick doodle of my very first Nightborne boy, Eshul. He’s an anxious boy who’s a survivor of the Waning Crescent massacre, and after that point, he joined the rebellion against Elisande. He was also very close with Arluin and Arluelle, and he’s still grieving the loss of his family and one of his best friends.
