#bloodwind

[chance-of-chaos]

The first of 2 new ocs I’ve adopted from @thatdewmodstuff, pls go give them some love, and maybe consider comissioning them or adopting one of their lovely adoptables, they could really use the help right now.

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[illethiann-blog]

Illethiann and Bloodwind

Illethiann his eyes are closed, two chains around his wrist to keep him off the ground. The red runes on his back are ruined by the slashes of  a whip on his back. Even now, an hour after the –punishment- the blood continues dripping of his back, fighting against the sleep, the exhaustion. Just as he was about to give in, someone enters the chamber, smirking as he eyes Illethiann up and down.

“Look at this, you’re looking better than ever, my old friend.”

How could someone not recognise a voice like that, it was Bloodwind and he was enjoying every second of the pain he gave Illethiann.

“Ooh? Not interested in a good conversation? Pitty.. I guess I’ll go and get your apprentice instead then.”

Illethiann his eyes -flew-, the fel blazing in it, like never before. He was angered, he could bare the pain they brought upon him, but never the fact they would hurt the ones he cares about.

“Leave her out of this!”

Bloodwind smirked, he knows he has Illethiann where he wants him.

“Then, you’ll have to talk.”

Illethiann, trying to control his anger, just gave him a nod, nothing more, nothing less.

“Good, do you have any proof of the fact I ordered my apprentice to lower her barrier?”

“N-No.. I-I d.. do not.”

Bloodwind laughed, nodding ones.

“Let’s see if you speak the truth then. DAWNSTRIDE!”

A muscular elf stepped into the room the moment the name echoed through the estate.

“My Lord?”

“Dawnstride, make sure our guest gets a special cure for.. speaking the truth.”

Dawnstride nods, taking the whip from his belt, continuing the whipping on the back of Illethiann. A grin on his face, like a true sadist. Illethiann his screams echoes through the estate. The wounds on his back, get wounds of themselves.. If that was possible. While Dawnstride continues whipping Illethiann, a young female enters the room, she doesn’t seem that horrible and mean, yet. As many know, looks never mean a thing.

“Can I join you, Dawnstride? Lord Bloodwind promised I would get revenge for the dead of my brother.”

Dawnstride smirks, nodding, as he pats Illethiann’s back. Blood hanging on his hand.

“Go on then.”

The woman smiles, taking a small knife out of her pockets, as she slowly starts to stab Illethiann in his legs and arms. Illethiann his eyes widen, he continues screaming his longues out, but the pain is unbearable.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaar-…”

Only the sound of the whip hitting the flesh remains, while Illethiann hangs lifeless on the chains.

[illethiann-blog]

A sin of the past

Illethiann walked past the fountain in his estate, eyes narrowed towards the ground. He was lost in thought, considering a possible solution for the problems with Magister Bloodwind. He walked around for hours, yet every hour felt like a year.

“I failed.”

Those two words released something inside him, emotions he had sworn to lock up for as long as he breathed. As a single tear rolled down his cheek, Farhollow arrived, shocked by the visage of his former student.

“My Lord?”

Illethiann sighed, looking towards Farhollow, snapping back to his usual self.

“How can I stop someone like this? How is it possible that he even found the right and approval to do this? It is not right, they are innocent!”

The last word released a fury inside him as the fel erupted out of his body, blazing the flower garden around the fountain into ash, or at least some of it.

Farhollow closed his eyes, standing in the middle of the wave of fel fire, clearly saddened by the state in which he found Illethiann. For those who might wonder how it was possible for someone to stand within such an eruption of fel, let’s just say that Farhollow had seen the necessary and his power knew little limits.

“My lord Sungrave, ruining the estate is not going to save them.”

“Nothing will save them! Doesn’t Bloodwind see that it was an accident? It was his apprentice that challenged mine! His! Do all those I train have to suffer for that? Do they?!”

Farhollow opened his mouth, but no words left his lips. He knew that Illethiann was right, that it was not justice anymore - it was vengeance.

“I will see what I can do, My Lord. Perhaps the Sunreavers could help you with this proble-“

Illethiann waved his hand, looking towards Farhollow.

“You know, as well as I do, that they would never, ever help fel-users. No matter how naive Archmage Sunreaver is. “

“I could always try, My Lord.”

Illethiann stared in front of him, towards the open sea.

“It is my fault. I should have kept my eyes on her. I created a monster in their eyes, Farhollow! They called her a monster! While all she did was protect herself! Defending my honor! I can.. I will never train an apprentice again, Farhollow. And no elf will continue my legacy. Today, the line of blood magi of house Sungrave ends! They are taking them all!”

Farhollow frowned. “I might have an idea that could save them, My Lord.. Dalaran.”

Illethiann frustrated by the whole situation, glared at his former mentor as he spoke.

“I just told you what I think about your Sunreavers, Farhollow!”

Farhollow smirked.

“You didn’t let me finish, My Lord. Perhaps, I could find a reason to lock you and your apprentices up in the Violet Hold. Perhaps.. the village you destroyed when you were younger?”

Illethiann narrowed his eyes, thinking. It was clearly a risk that he would take if it meant that he his apprentices would live on. Yet, there was half a chance that his apprentices would pay for his mistakes in the past. His mental barrier would have to stay up throughout the whole process and he would have to implant fake illusions into the head of the council. Failing would mean that he would die together with his apprentices, but should he succeed, his apprentices would be locked up, but they would be safe.

“You know that I care more about them then I do about my own father. Very well, I agree with your plan, Farhollow.”

Strauss, a young student within the house of Sungrave, was eavesdropping behind a stone pillar close to the fountain, smirking. This was his chance, his moment to become the only apprentice of Illethiann. While Lord Illethiann Sungrave and Archmage Sylvarys Farhollow walked towards the exit of the estate, preparing themselves for the process, Strauss teleported himself straight towards Lord Bloodwind himself.