#avaine

[agnessharknes]

Another poll for Abbott so I can get some of these wips out of the way too. Let me know your favorite ship but if you have a second or third choice you want to list, say it in the comments or RB and put it in the tags

Abbott Ship Poll

Melissa x Barbara (Barlissa)

Melissa x Ava

Ava x Janine (Avaine)

Janine x Gregory

Melissa & Jacob (not romantic)

Barbara x Ava

Melissa x Ava x Melissa

Melissa x reader

Putting my ships in the comments/tags

Voting ended onJun 12, 2025

[therenegadesguild]

Draecember Day 4

A Memory

Avaine remembers the first day she arrived to Dalaran. She had heard a great many things from the Alliance soldiers, of the great floating city of Mages and innovation. A massive city of floating rock and marble, a city of education and magi-science. A place where she could learn how to control her new found powers of the Arcane and Fire.

A pair of Gryphons had taken the young mage to Dalaran, one bore Avaine while the other bore her luggage. She had her clothes, what books and tools she had while she was an Arcanist aboard the Genedar and the Exodar. Some items and gifts she got from her extended family prior to leaving for Dalaran.

She stood there on Krasus’ Landing with her luggage, looking quite lost, the massively tall draenei female towering over the humans, elves and gnomes of the Dalaran citizens and mages. The 7.5 foot tall woman looked around aimlessly, as no guide had been given to her and no one seemed to be expecting her when she arrived.

She approached an amber haired mage, an older man with a thick beard of matching hue. “Excuse me Vrachei’ Paraxen'eros, can you aide me in, oh by the Naaru, you probably do not even understand me.”  Avaine hangs her head and sighs, rubbing her temple as she realizes the man probably does not understand her native tongue. Her grumbles were interrupted by the man laughing warmly, grinning broadly and clutching at his sides.

“My lady, I can understand you just fine. I lived in Outland for years and learnt the language from the Rangari and people of Shattrath. Are you by chance the new student Avaine? Lady Proudmoore sent us a letter a few days ago to except you. I think she left out the fact you were a Draenei.” 

Avaine blinks several times, trying to come over the fact that a human was speaking almost fluent Draenic to her, and with only a slight accent. She is trying to formulate an answer while the mage waves a hand and a mana-elemental forms up, gathers up the various pieces of luggage and carries them off into the city proper.

“Avaine, my name is Archmage Vargoth, I will be your mentor and aide during your years here. Welcome, to Dalaran.”

[crowcarts]

“If a Felinoct is seen attempting to summon a skill, evacuate the area immediately. While not all Felinoct are volatile, it is safest to assume them as such - there are no concrete ways to determine a Felinoct's volatility by observation alone.” - “Article: Felinoct,” Magistrate file

[marcusmettalus]

Draecember Day 3

Losing Something Important.

Aboard the Genedar, there is a hubub of activity about. One of the main thrusters have begun to sputter, a mechanical hiccup if you will. Many of the Artificers were focusing their efforts in trying to find the fault in the elaborate system of pipes, cables and crystals. Avaine, an apprentice Artificer, and daughter to the Chief Artificer, was helping out as well, kneeling down in the service duct dangerously close to the main reactor chamber of the thruster assembly.

“Kera’te archeos temma! Light damned thing, move!” Avaine had a heavy wrench clamped onto a pipe that seemed to have been twisted, constricting the flow of energy and fuel to the engine. She was trying to untwist the pipe, but the confined space and the tough pipe was making things quite difficult. Not to mention the massive drop beneath the service duct.

Avaine gives another heave on the wrench, and for a moment she can feel and hear something beginning to give, and in the moment of elation decided to push on. With a sickening shriek of tearing metal, the wrench snaps right behind the head, and Avaine slams torso first down against the duct floor. The light material creaks and bumps out of its holding clamps and Avaine begins to fall through.

“KELEOS!” the young woman scrambles for purchase, her gloved fingers grasping onto the grated portion of the duct that hasn’t tumbled into the machinery and abyss below. Panting heavily and rapidly, the young draenei is now dangling for her life, her fingers already beginning to ache as they desperately lock onto the grate above her. Slowly she tries to pull herself up, whispering tiny thanks to her physical trainers, but also whispers of please and hope to herself that she can get up in time before her arms give.

Painfully slowly Avaine gets back into the service duct, her smooth hooves scrapping over the grate for purchase, seemingly stuck on something. “Come on, come on, come on, please please please,,” Avaine desperately wiggles and tugs before a sharp tearing noise, and her flopping into the duct. Looking down, she sees her tool belt falling into the glowing purple aybss, the tool belt her father gave her on her graduation. “No, no no,, damnit all! Urgh,,” Avaine bangs her head against the grated flooring.

“,,, Dad is gonna be so pissed,,”

[therenegadesguild]

Draecember Day 1

Following @rurukatt ‘s amazing prompt list and idea for doing all things Draenei (found here), I will be doing some writing things for my wonderful Fire-slinging Draenei; Avaine Terrakostas.

(A Letter to Someone)

Dear Archmage Vargoth,

I hope this letter finds you well! I am writing to you now from the Exodar, I am currently visiting my family, as is tradition, on the 5th of the Month of Seeds our people gather to celebrate the longest day of the year. Even if,, here on Azeroth the longest day is several months later. Never mind! Tradition! 

This a 3 week long celebration, and as such, I will not be able to attend classes during this time. Yes, I will try and read through the tome you gave me “Rudimentary Arcanic Spells of Fire and Frost.” and do some rune writing as well, but my 60+ members of family and friends will no doubt be asking me how life is in Dalaran, and want to see how their bright girl has been doing.

Urgh. No matter. I will try and get some photos with the camera you got me! I am still loving it, ever since you got me it for the First Year graduations.

Until we meet again Master!

Yours sincerely,

Mage Apprentice, 2nd Year, Avaine Terrakostas.

[therenegadesguild]

Draecember Day 2

Travelling aboard a Trans-Dimensional Ship

Cemas Terrakostas stood with his wife as they looked out of the Genedar’s viewing deck, cradling their sleeping 3 year daughter in his arms. The planet they had called home for many years, Argus, was falling away in the distance. Were it not for what had happened on Argus, or what had forced them to leave this home, the sight would appear,, beautiful,

Great showers of emerald and gold arced over the surface of the planet, flecked with spark of purple and crimson, the forces of Sargeras’ gift was changing their world to suite his needs. Spires of black and green rock thrust from the crust, sickly pools of fel energies eat away at the rivers and seas.

Elca, turns away from the scene, it is too much to bear for the new mother, and buries her face into the shoulder of her husband.

“Head Artificer Cemas! Cemas! Velen needs you, the Naaru have need of your hands.” a messenger comes onto the viewing deck, panting heavily as he was running briskly to get a hold of the Artificer. Cemas sighs softly under his breath, before looking down at his wife.

“Ein te neomeno, I will be return shortly.” Cemas leans down and gives a kiss on Elca’s cheek before handing her their still sleeping daughter. Straightening himself, he heads off to accompany the messenger back to the Naaru, at the core of the dimensional vessel. 

Elca gently cradles the small 3 year old Avaine, gingerly combing a loose lock of hair behind the growing horns. “My little Sapphire,, I had hoped we would be able to raise you in our home, go to school and become a strong and proud woman,, it seems we will have to raise you on a ship, lost on the azure seas of the endless skies.”

The little Avaine shifts slightly in her mother’s cradling arms, the ship rumbles under everyone’s feet as the main engines ignite, the great planet below growing smaller and smaller, till it is simply a pale emerald dot in the distance.

[nzoth-the-corruptor]

Hey Vissy I got bored.

It was a fine day, a pleasant contrast to the rains of yesterday.

Avaine had been assigned by Aramara to keep an eye on his sisters and cousins as they played in the forest outside of Silvermoon, a rare place to be for the visiting Sunfalls. The girls had sat Jezevell on a rock, freshly cleared of moss and stray leaves, calling her Princess Jezegosa as they played their little game of make believe.

“A crown!” Tarela called. “A crown for Princess Jezegosa!”

“Of course, Mistress Tarestrasza! A crown for Princess Jezegosa!” Vistara joined in, followed by Atheste in their cheers. The cinnamon-haired girl scurried off to find flowers, Avaine lazily following her with his eyes, while her black-haired sister searched for a base to craft the crown from.

Within moments, Tarela had finished crafting Jezevell’s crown, woven with aromatic flowers and small leaves. “Come, Attiedormi!” She laughed, standing in front of Jezevell with Vistara at her side.

As soon as her little sister was at her side, she began speaking in a melodramatic tone. “It is at the decision of the high council that Princess Jezegosa be crowned Queen! With the acceptance of your Regency, you solemnly swear to protect the arcane, to learn every secret of it, and to let nothing stand in the way of your practice! Neither illness nor disaster nor anything shall stop you!”

And with that, she placed the crown upon her cousin’s head, everyone laughing a little. “Does Attiedormi agree with this coronation?”

“I do,” the little elf puffed her chest out, as if trying to look regal and powerful.

“Does Vistrasza agree with this coronation?”

“I do.”

“Then, by the powers vested in me, I now pronounce Princess Jezegosa as Queen Jezegosa the Spellweaver!”

Even Avaine joined in with their cheers, just a little

And they laughed and played, showering their make-believe queen with petals and following the flame-haired girl like loyal vassals. At one point, an apprentice mage humored their game and played the beautiful “Queen Jezegosa the Spellweaver” a little song on his flute, laughing along as they left.

A perfect day, gone all too soon.

And one day, Jezevell would hold up on her solemn oath. Letting not the fall of the Sunwell interfere with her magic. Letting not a soul stop her from following Prince Kael’thas. Cripplingly addicted to magic, then fel, and letting not a single being in all existence get between her and a fix. Stopped only by death itself as her own sister, who’d sworn to protect her with her very life, slew the hollow shell that was once her sun-kissed jewel of a sister.

And one day, Atheste would dance around, exploring with joy and searching for the relics of her precious titans, her life snuffed out within reach of troves of titanic structures, blocked only by her work with the Dominance Offensive, roses braided in her hair as she fell and fell and fell onto the cold wet stone below.

And one day, Vistara would lose everything and everyone; Daeron, Jezevell, Fariel, Alou, Arcarlyia, even Rue who she barely even knew. All gone in heartbeats, all the while everything burned. First the fire of Silvermoon then the signal fires of Quel’danas then the bonfires of Icecrown then the rage of a Black and once more, burning her chain-mail into her flesh and searing her, spared only by luck and a cold hollow shell she used to know.

And one day, Tarela would be blissfully spared. She would lose little more than her fellow Sin’dorei, a grief shared by them all. Her sister would die, yet she would live, and one day the nightmares would fade, surely?

[nzoth-the-corruptor]

Hey Vissy, apparently 'avaine' is a brand of birth control. Avaine Sunfall's name is suddenly hilarious.