Ayyyy, these queens are progressing nicely through my lil questline <33333 Love flashbanging them with the updates when they log in LMAO.
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@serildastarsong
Ayyyy, these queens are progressing nicely through my lil questline <33333 Love flashbanging them with the updates when they log in LMAO.
Oops, where have I been? Just crafting adventures for my guildies, enjoying the fruits of my labor and what-not. It has been an immensely rewarding experience.
It always starts with a simple request, right?
Oh yeah, I admit, creating custom lua for our adventures has been extraordinarily fun. Not to mention it should help if we happen to take a few weeks' break and nobody can recall what transpired in the 'last episode' (guilty, uwu).
Shoutout to my incredible guild Moonhaven for letting me guinea pig this experience on them muhahahahah.
A 2025 character sheet for Serilda Starsong.
Revenge for @thirea ❤️
Look at my girlie RAAAHHHH! Hvemarja creating masterpiece again 🥹❤️❤️❤️
Thank you so much once more she looks incredible!! 🥺
Fun little commish for a friend, her Night Elf OC with a tiny moth bebe c:
Jarod Shadowsong my precious bebe
would tbh
"Is this it, then? Is it my time, Elune?"
The symbol of Moonhaven.
The liquid fire of Elune.
A Quiet Place to Rest
Celiwin’s mate is “going through it” right now. She just needs a moment to rest her eyes
Owls borne of Teldrassil
Serilda unfurled the scroll slowly, taking care not to test its frailty; she'd lived long enough to know that even her own memories outlasted most physical mementos. The ink still looked resplendent in the moonlight, and she read it with warm nostalgia:
"Let all who gaze upon this document know: the bearer walks not alone. Her eyes are doubled, her vigilance ever aloft. She stands now among the Watchful, whose owl companions see beyond veil and fog, and whose silence carries the weight of millennia." "Her name:
Vespera"
It is an honor to be entrusted with the care of an Owl born from the boughs of the great tree, Teldrassil. Vespera had not yet matured, and her training was incomplete; she was injured in a skirmish that also took the life of her sentinel carer. Serilda was chosen to heal her and continue her training, and was eventually formally recognized as being her responsibility. Serilda takes her responsibility to Vespera very seriously, and forbids her from reprising her combat role until the priestess is satisfied that she is ready.
Font used on the certificate is by Feyawen-WrA
Serilda could feel it: power, warm and soothing, beneath her skin. It thrummed with certainty. Savus’ words pressed against old wounds, whispering to the part of her that still ached for justice. For control. It would be so easy for her to let it loose: To burn away the fetters that bound her, to tear through and silence his vile voice forever. The words that dripped with honeyed poison, spilled into the cracks of her doubts, her fears. The priestess' fingers trembled, her breath shuddering against the weight of this presence, against pain, and it took all the strength she had to know her enemy and to see it for what it was. She drew inward instead of striking outward. She reached for the quiet—the stillness of moonlight upon dark waters, the certainty of the night sky unchanged by the chaos below. “I will not be remade,” she murmured, voice quiet but resolute. “Only the Goddess shall remake me.” She turned her shoulders inward, curling herself like a flower, quieting herself into a reposeful state. The light within her did not explode—it did not lash out with reckless abandon. It unfurled. A soft, luminous glow rose from her skin, gentle as moonlight spilling across the sea.
Bel'ameth
that's Malf's herbing hat btw
As much as he annoys me, she deserves her happiness. ❤️
A quick(ish?) sketch of Seri <3
The Sailing of the Spirits
( It's been a hot minute since I got to write anything about my yearly headcanon event for Kaldorei. Here's a writeup!) https://serilda.azerothnoir.com/2025/03/21/sailingofthespirits/