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I received the go-ahead to post this SO
Grand Magister Rommath in a suit, as commissioned by me and drawn by the incredibly talented @whinecraft ! (Who tumblr won’t let me tag for some reason so! Direct link!: http://whinecraft.tumblr.com/ )
someone drew kael as a lich
converted by arthas
you know that one thing by hotdiggitydemon where applejack eats a bunch of apples and at one point she gets all demonic and goes “M O R E A P P L E S”
that’s how I feel about Lich Kael
((source is here))
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Inktober Prompt 28: Burn
Don’t piss off the Grand Magister
I’m still alive. I happened to find a job and started this week, and its taking some getting used to. I’ll get replies done this weekend ^_^
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Inktober 27 Prompt: Creepy
Tragic elf prince makes poor life choices and loses his head.
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I just love Kael’thas Sunstrider so much ;____;
All these flavors, Kael'thas, and you choose to be SALTY.
no trope fucks me up more than when person A watches person B with softness and wonder, all while person B is unaware
she had known far too many who were on the run and in hiding —- she always kept their secrets safe with her, he was no different. if anything, she would go to lengths to drive the others off his tail, had it come to such. jaina’s brow furrowed as she started at him, studying him. his scraggly hair, tarnished skin like rust over metal — he was a mess.
a mess that she felt responsibility to. perhaps had she not so brutishly shoved him from her, kael’thas never would have traveled to outland to sate addiction. had she only embraced him, they could easily have bested that MONSTER that ravaged quel’thalas when he had. how did she find him? chance, in truth. she had already accepted he was long dead — twice now. and yet, he continued coming back.
proudmoore admired his determination, if anything. even death did not claim him as it had many of him kind. yet, she was conflicted. the archmage was torn as to attack him or simply let him be. did he pose a threat? was he still an addict? she wanted to help. she doubted he wanted it — at least, from her. she who had caused him so much downfall within his life, unknowingly did she place him upon this path. ( she only blamed herself for his state. )
‘ i… don’t know. i didn’t even think you were alive, still. ’ she admitted after a moments thought.
years of manifested hatred and regret threatened to reveal in form of cracking voice and faltering expressions. jaina would not show emotion to him, she would not bare her heart to him when he had so valiantly ripped it out those years ago in dalaran.
" It's hard for even me to believe. " He speaks with a sad mirthless chuckle. It's the first time he's spoken of his current state to anyone and he knows it's absurd. Every day since his second revival, he had questioned his existence. The first time, though his memory is hazy through that period, he knows he had been a hand of the Legion. This time however… the Naaru had been the cause, but he doesn't know why. Why would they waste their efforts on someone who had tortured one of their own and sold his soul to the Legion? He had spent every moment since he had woken up wandering and aimless. Perhaps it had been some cruel form of punishment. Run until he was caught and face penance for his crimes by those he once held dear. But Jaina isn't moving to subdue him. She'd always been talented and he can only imagine she had gotten more powerful as the years went on so he knows she has the ability. It would be simple for her to teleport away and come back with an army. However, she just stands there talking to him. He's trying to understand, but her face is blank. Did she hate him? It would be so much easier if she did, if she openly showed him malice that he deserved. The last time they had spoken, he had not been kind to her, nor and he done anything since to prove he was even worth her time. Perhaps she did, but was simply biding her time to figure out what to do with him. Instead of wallowing in this uncertainty any longer, he clears his throat, speaking up and questions her.
" Are you going to turn me over to the authorities? I would not blame you if you did. "
Travels to Dalaran // Closed rp
Rommath startled awake at the sound of a knock, peeling his face up from the pages of his last study-session. Right, he must’ve dozed off in the middle of things, and judging by the light streaming in through the window, it was well into the day.
He was about to call down to the guest, saying he’d be down in a minute, when he heard the door unlock and open, followed by Kael'thas’ voice. In despite of himself, he smiles, and calls back.
Quickly running a brush through his hair and making sure he hasn’t got any ink on his face(it’s happened), he heads down, offering his friend a small smile,fixing them up something to drink. When they’re both comfortably settled, sipping at some tea, Kael poses his question.
A trip, hm?
It was no secret that Rommath would have followed Kael to the ends of the world and back.However, he still sat back and sipped his drink regally, considering it.
He’d need to pack, of course – though though that would depend on the nature of their travels – and of course excuse himself from his prior mage duties.Which, once hearing the prince was involved, shouldn’t be an issue at all. At the worst, he could’ve asked Kael'thas to speak to his superiors and politely request they relinquish him.
With a graceful wave of his hand, the cup and saucer hovered over to the coffee table,placing themselves delicately on the polished surface. “Where are you thinking of going, Kael?” He asked, without any hint to his answer or emotions.
Kael happily accepts the cup, taking a moment to smell the warm tea. Its relaxing and he melts into the chair ever so slightly. Before he even takes a sip, he knows Rommath has made it the way he likes it. Benefits of over a century of friendship. Once the other has settled down as well, Kael starts to explain.
"I believe I have shared with you my feelings of confinement within this city in the past? Well, just this morning I finally worked up the courage to talk to my father about the very same thing, though in less… blunt terms."
There's another sip of his tea.
"I spoke with him and discussed my plans to move to Dalaran. By no means a permanent move of course, but one that I hope lasts for several years at least."
Perhaps 'trip' had been a misleading way of introducing the topic to Rommath. Trip implied temporary lodging and a relatively quick return. No, he wanted to immerse himself in the culture of the southern kingdom and learn everything it had to offer. That could take decades or longer.
Leaning in, he closes the space slightly between them and he smirks.
"Now here's where you come in. See, my father won't let me go unless I have a trusted acquaintance to make sure no ill comes to me. I cannot think of a better candidate for that role than you."
Offer presented, he sits back upright in his seat, sipping more at the tea before it gets cold. It's an enormous request, more than should really be fair of him to ask of anyone. He's essentially asking Rommath to pack up his whole life here, drop everything, and join him on this crazy notion. If the answer is no, of course he'll understand, but there is honestly no one he would rather have join him.
Inktober Prompt 25: Tired
Tragic Elf prince works himself to death
If. Arthas did not went up to Silvermoon…
1. Kael’thas and Rommath has some fun study time, along with great learning and teaching from Kael’s father.
2. Sylvanas would’ve stayed with Vereesa.
3. Koltira went to party with his brother later night.
4. Lor’themar would’ve stayed as ranger as well… having all the freedom.
Cry. Gonna draw them nicely later -u-b
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immediate skepticism settled within the PREVIOUS archmage’s mind. confusion — no, bewilderment. like seeing an old friend you had long thought dead. kael’thas, in fact, was dead to her in more ways then one. emotionally, he died when he left for outlands. physically, he had died not once, but twice while in tempest keep and once more in the ruins of the quel’dorei homeland. proudmoore steeled her wits, and hardened her expression, studying his status with a blank stare, as if unshowing of any emotion that may have set her off towards any sort of caring feelings. once, he was a close friend, but that all changed so long ago. still, she remained civil despite everything. jaina cleared her throat, before she spoke with a steady tone.
‘ you look terrible. ’
“ Jaina… ”
Kael whips his head around as his ears pick up a voice once familiar to him. In the past it would have filled his heart with joy. Now it threatens to do the very same when he knows he should be afraid instead. He should be running. No one knows he's alive and he had hoped to keep it that way.
Nevertheless, his damn heart had given himself away. Simply by turning around and responding, he's doomed himself. Soon the Alliance and the Horde would be after him again and its only a matter of time before they will want his head once again. Well, may as well spend his last few weeks alive at least trying to make amends.
“ How… how did you find me? ”
His own voice trembles and he looks up, making eye contact with her. She looks… different. The years have worn down on her, age and the horrors of the world. He can't help but somehow feel partially responsible.
In Unexpected Places
{closed starter for @beloris }
Some time had passed since the Naaru had taken sympathy on his wretched self and revived him through their miracles. Kael would never understand it, he was far from deserving after all he had done, but who could argue with the mercy of mystical beings of light.
He was grateful of course, but he had no direction to take his life since it happened. There was no way he could even try to return to his former life. None of his former people would ever accept him back after the measures he had taken. Not that he could blame them. Not a day went by since he took breath again that he wasn't disgusted with himself.
Ever since, he had been in hiding, running away from anywhere he treasured in his old life. Go far from anywhere he could be recognized had been his only plan. He feared the tight quarters of boats and zeppelins. Close contact with anyone for an extended period of time would only increase the chances of being found. As a result, he hadn't left the continent, just traveled south until he couldn't go anymore.
That was how he ended up in Stranglethorn Vale. It’s as far as he can get from Quel'thas and Dalaran with all things considered. Besides, who would expect to find a former Elven prince who should be dead in a troll infested jungle of all places. Booty Bay was far from the nicest city he had been in. However, after spending his last few years alive in Outland, one had learned how to settle.
As of yet, he hadn't seen any elves, but even if he encountered any, he hoped he wouldn't be recognize. His hair had been chopped messy and short and instead of the majestic robes he had become known for, he wore simple worn leather garb.
So, sitting in the Salty Sailor Tavern, he felt comfortable with his veil down. The mask he used to cover half his face lowered so he could sip whatever strong beverage was offered to him. Goblins typically did not care who you were so long as you had coin.
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