#dianesh

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Dianesh’s first piece of art done by the amazing @rooku!!!

Thank you so much! It’s perfect! :D 

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Awoken Memories

(This ICly happened about a week ago! I’m just a little late on posting! I hope you enjoy!) 

It was a distant memory now, literally and figuratively, from a continent that was half a world away. Waves lapped at the sandy shore, the sun beamed down brightly, the smell of fire roasted meat drifted on the sea breeze mingling with the smell of salt water. The shrieks and giggles of children could be heard, as two young kaldorei, a boy and a girl, chased an older girl. Nearby, sat their parents, a beautiful tanned purple flesh woman with a gorgeous head of emerald hair and a rugged dark skinned man with a head and beard full of deep blue violet hair.

Cradled in his arms, the woman watched their children play with a loving smile, looking up to the man every so often to laugh or giggle at something he’d said. Near the fire stood a far older woman, elegant in her posture and styling, a similar head of emerald green hair whipping from head to waist in the breeze. She tended the meat, occasionally  smirking and throwing a playfully worded jab at a man just as refined who loitered nearby, head full of white locks.

It was often that this group, this family got together and did this. Tradition, even, to share time and food, along with the company of one another. Memories of a first kiss stolen behind a nearby tree while hidden from the others, staring at the stars, the swell of love for family and friends…. It all came crashing down, ripping Reveria from her nostalgia to the present at the sound of heavy plate boots and armor striding towards her. She sat in a place revered by her kind, near the portal to the Dream in Duskwood. Inky hues slowly rose to the left, meeting the moonlit ones of her sister, Dianesh. When she’d heard the news, the druidess had sought her sister and asked her to come along, wishing only for the support of family.

Clank.

Clank.

Clank.

The glow of the moonwell cast light into the dark, soon revealing two glowing yet sickly green eyes. As the eyes moved closer, a figure emerged from the shadows of night, The hulking form of a kaldorei woman. Wild black hair with sickly streaks of emerald, was bundled up into a large braid, sick green hues stared out from blackened, sunken eye sockets that looked as though they permanently had mascara running, faded marks of the Blade appearing over each. Cracked lips were set in an impassive flat line, as hooped earrings jangled with each step.

Plate armor with grizzly scenes of death, savage skulls, plague and more etched into it adorned the figure, shoulder plates with leering faces that glowed a sick green moved with each stride. It seemed to flow if looked at too long, like it was dripping off her form, though in the blink of an eye it appeared not. A massive blade with runes of ruin etched along it was strapped to her back, glowing that same sick green hue, causing a headache for any that looked too long.

Striding forward until she was only a few paces from the sisters, she came to a halt. Arms hung loosely at her side, dead weight for what was clearly a dead woman. Now that the glow of the moonwell lit her more, the pallid flesh that was stretched tight over bone could be see, sunken areas cast far more harshly in shadow. It was a moment before anyone moved, the woman staring as she was gawked at. It was a shared look on Reveria and Dianesh’s faces, jaw slack, mouth hung slightly open with eyes wide in what might have been disbelief.

Reveria had found it hard to believe, even as much as she trusted Eilithe, that this woman had come across her. It was really Endessa that had convinced her in the end, even gone so far as to arrange this meeting which the druidess drug her sister along to. Almost in unison, Reveria and her sister stood, though even as tall as the two were, they were still shorter than the woman before them.

After what seemed like an eternity, those cracked lips opened and an ethereal, almost sweet yet sickly voice drifted out.

“Hello granddaughters….”

(Tagging @eilitheduskbringer and @theshalthera for mentions!) 

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AAAAAA! More amazing art of Dianesh by @moonbaki!!! So good! 

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Stardust

The house in Auberdine. They had been there many times before, but had not returned since the father of Reveria and Dianesh had been slain. The part that was odd, was the report they’d received from Reveria herself, flying over the house. “There is light coming from the shed Vel…” So they had made their approach quietly and, in fact, there was light coming from between the cracks of the wallboards of the shed. Velerodra wanted to throw a rock to see if anyone was about while Dianesh wanted to approach in the shadows to peak in the shed door. They debated for several moments before Vel said something that was likely intended to be sassy but ended up having a completely different meaning. “Walking up to the door is just as dangerous as throwing the rock, stardust.” 

Dianesh had been completely pulled from her professional focus. “Did… You just call me Stardust?” Vel had shushed her with a “Focus.” The sentinel couldn’t help but smirk as she felt her heartbeat quicken for a moment. Vel got what she wanted, even if Dianesh felt like the monkette had saved that name for just such a moment, to get what she wanted. “Throw your rock.” Vel had been quick about it, like she knew her little name would get the result she wanted. The rock sailed through the air and shattered a window, drawing four robed and hooded figures from within the shed to investigate. 

The number of people was enough for surprise, as the shed was tiny and likely not able to hold four people comfortably. It was decided the pair would split up, seeing as the four were searching in pairs. Velerodra took the two near the house, Dianesh, the pair by the shed. “You said you’re good at snatching, yes?” Vel was right. Dianesh had been a commander of the forward scouts and infiltrators for the Sentinels and this was just the kind of work she’d done for so long. Vel went through the broken window, making noise to draw the pair inside before hiding in the bathroom. The sentinel nearly killed the first person that she took with the sudden jolt to their person as she violently drug them in to the shadows, choking them into unconsciousness. Not a sound had been made, leaving their partner clueless. 

Velerodra had brought chain weapons today, ever the master of odd weapons. The pair in the house split up, one going down a hallway, the other wandering the open living and kitchen spaces. Vel got the drop on the one in the hall but luck was not on her side and her intial attack missed, an attempt to wrap his neck with her chain weapon. She struggled yet slithered away as Vel tended to do, only to eventually knock first one, then the other assailant out. Once Dianesh had taken her second, the pair met up and donned the robes of those they had taken down and moved into the shed. 

The reason for the number of people was soon revealed. A trap door, seamless in the floor was standing open. A flight of stairs led the pair to an underground passage, lined with torches that eventually opened up into an underground cavern. A massive idol to a god or goddess of death sat in the rear of the place, elegant, beautiful almost, with six arms that all held severed heads. Braziers with emerald flame roared on either side of it as a dozen or more robed and hooded.people searched workbenches, desks, shelves, crates, and more for something. A massive person with the voice of a man was bellowing orders to the rest before spotting Vel and Dia. Stalking up to them, he asked what the noise had been. Vel lied cleverly that it was a bird flying into a window but as she moved to walk away, the man grew suspicious. “What is the flavor of fear?” Vel had considered and then offered confidently “Sweet.” The next thing the pair knew, Vel was sailing through the air to land in a rough pile in the center of the cavern. Dianesh shadowstepped to the monkette as the massive cloaked figure bellowed. “Can you taste it brothers and sisters?! What is the flavor of fear?!” The choir like response from the cultists gathering around Vel and Dia was in unison. “Sublime, my brother.” 

It was clear that there were few or now options at this point. They could fight, which wouldn’t go well with how outnumbered they were. They could easily run but if these people were looking for something, Vel and Dia had an obligation not to allow them to find it. Dianesh looked around at all the hooded figures, daggers at the ready as Vel summoned claws of mist. Except those claws slowly turned bloody as she drained her own life fluid into them. With a violent flick the claws burst into a red mist as Velerodra summoned an ally that was not a part of the harbor. 

Once Vel had flicked her claws, the cultists charged forward. Dianesh blurred into a column of smoke, whirling around Vel as she took blow after blow. For as many as she took, she blocked just as many. Blood splattered across the monkette, Dia’s and others as the sentinel worked to keep Vel safe. A shield of mists formed around Dianesh, Vel’s way of helping her. It was overwhelming though and Dianesh was starting to feel the weight of blow after blow. Just when it seemed the cultists might close int completely, the ground bubbled with blood that formed into a circular puddle. From the puddle rose a heavily armored draenei, wielding a scythe that shimmered with ruinous powers. Blood shot out and turned into spears, goring over half the cultists with their own life fluids or those of Dianesh. 

“What a disgusting creature you are… Such wasted efforts…” The armored woman sneered from beneath her helmet as her scythe swung for the large man, who threw his robes back to reveal an amalgamation of bone and flesh formed into the shape of a man.”I need it.” Vel had said to the woman, who snorted. “Of course you do.” The rest of the cultists had rallied and charged once more at Vel and Dianesh. The monkette began to turn to mist as she spoke to Dianesh. “Follow my mists. Don’t breathe in though.” With that the monkette plummed into a cloud of mist that encircled the remaining foes. Dianesh followed that lead and billowed into smoke, intertwining with the mists to create a cloud of death. The pair worked together, Vel appearing as an apparition before their foes to distract them as Dianesh, while half half formed, shadowstepped and slit throats, leaving even more smoke in her wake. 

The last two cultists suffered terrible deaths as the hands of Velerodra. One was choking on the smoky misty mix, allow Vel time to shove a fist made of mist into the mouth before letting it burst to suffocate them completely. The pair soon separated, Dianesh’s billowing smoke coiling back together to reveal her and Vel, left with a mixture of mist and smoke, wound herself back together in a crackling display of emerald and jade light with flickers of shadows. Once she reformed, the mist lingered and revealed a form she rarely showed anyone. Needless to say it had claws of mist which she used to rip out the throat of the last cultist. Once done, the mist faded and Vel was just Vel once more. 

Both women fell to the ground at this point, Dianesh feeling every wound she’d taken despite the healing that melding as smoke and mist with Vel had done. It was almost as if the monkette could sense this as Dia drug herself over. No sooner had the sentinel reached her before Vel put her hand on Dianesh and sent a surge of healing mists throughout her entire body. While most of the small cuts and injuries to her internal organs were healed, there was only so much a mist spent Vel could do and a tired body could accept. She saved Dianesh’s life, stopping the terrible bleeding and seeing her organs restored. Vel was no slouch when it came to healing. The rest of the time was spent interrogating the flesh golem, with an introduction between Dianesh and the armored woman. “Oh, right… Dia, Koru. Koru, Dia…” Vel offhandedly said as Dianesh sized the woman up. “Velerodra has spoken highly of your skills.” Dianesh gave a slight nod as Koru looked over her, as if Velerodra had never once mentioned her. She otherwise played it off well for what time they spoke. Eventually, she faded into another pool of blood and vanished, leaving Dianesh and Velerodra to find whatever it was the cultists had searched for. 

It took some time and some puzzling but after a time the pair limped from the cavern and out into the fresh night air of Darkshore. Smoke billowed and plumed from the shed, signalling the fires that Velerodra had lit in the cavern. They walked about with two new things, a skull etched with death runes that Koruzziona had told them held the soul of whoever the person was it belonged to in life, and an obsidian tablet, with script chiseled in the language of the dead up it. Once they were a safe distance away, Velerodra turned and smiled at Dianesh. 

“We should go on more dates like this, stardust.” 

(Part 2 of 2) (Part 1 HERE)

Tagging @velerodra-valesinger​! Thank you for writing this incredibly fun arc with me! 

[dianeshshadowsun]

Heartache

“We will see if there is anything of interest in the city and if not… We can visit the old house.” It was a fairly typical way for Dianesh and Velerodra to approach a night in Stormwind. The city had its ups and downs and more often than not as of late, there was little that held the peculiar interests of the pair. Velerodra had been especially restless herself of late, ever since finding Haeshia and getting her to safety. The mysterious figure Vel simply referred to as ‘Koru’ was caring for the risen woman, though Dianesh had yet to meet her. Haeshia was a risen kaldorei woman, the circumstances of her raising still shrouded in mystery for the pair. Vel speculated that she was the daughter of Feril, though they had yet to confirm that with one hundred percent certainty. 

They came across Yurissa in their wanderings, who they spoke with for a time before wandering off once more. Arguments were had with the human woman Airid and Dianesh, in a rare moment of emotion, lost her cool. The master steward and this woman had been ‘making fun of’ a man that was having issues deciding on a name for a coming child. Most topics never saw Dianesh give more than a blank look but this one, this one hit all the closer to home. Only Eilithe and Velerodra had known prior to this night the reason why. Needless to say, despite her attempts at offering the alternative view, the abrasive Airid had insisted naming a child wasn’t hard. Frustration saw Dianesh walk away, an attempt on removing herself from the situation. The woman had followed though, and Dianesh lost her cool. She hissed out the reason for her position. ‘Giving birth to a stillborn child and then needing to decide on a name so that the grave marker might show who it was for is the most difficult thing in this world.’ 

She’d vanished into the shadows after the woman’s retort, which came off just as callous as the rest of her words. Solace was found in the graveyard, in the place she and Velerodra often took time to sit and talk. She wept, something that never happened, as she sliced a mark on her right forearm, one long line to underline all the other rows of marks she’d cut into her flesh over time. Velerodra had found her and verbally slapped her to get her out of the frame of mind she was in. In fact, the monkette completely turned the conversation in a different direction, which saw Dianesh become even more emotional. It was a moment that saw her say something she knew Velerodra may get squeamish with, something that she’d never said before and had never expected to say. “I love you…” The monkette’s reply was what Dianesh could have expected, as Vel ran fingers through the sentinel’s hair. “Of course you do. I am quite lovable. You are… Acceptable…” It was the tone of her words though and the way she choked up that Dianesh knew Velerodra shared her emotions on this. The deep rooted care for each other was there, even if the odd couple showed it in strange ways. 

After passionate kisses and an agreement to talk things out with Airid, they had gone in search of the woman, only to find she was no longer in the city. They came across Endessa who, for her part, helped lifted Dianesh’s spirits. Just as Dianesh was about to allow herself to eat a sweet treat, Velerodra wandered off, leaving Dianesh to play catch up. “Vel, where are you going?” The monkette’s reply came over the seal. “You know me Dia, where do you think?” (Part 1 of 2)

Tagging @velerodra-valesinger​ for mentions! 

Art by Loiu Jover

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! @pyro-fishy did an amazing piece for Dianesh! I looooooove it! <3 <3 <3 

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Shadows Lurking

In the middle of the night, the only sound in the condo was the ruffling of curtains in the light Stormwind breeze. The floor to ceiling windows were open just slightly, letting moonlight filter in past the curtains to fill the place with eerie shadows that danced along the floor and walls. Dianesh lay in bed, sleeping soundly next to the small form of the monkette, Velerodra. There was a comfort to the small elf being there, one she’d grown used to as Vel stayed more often than not lately. Even if she was used to it, she never took it for granted. 

“Dianeshhhhhh.....” 

Perhaps she was dreaming. Was Velerodra calling out to her? She felt confused in a dream where her name being called seemed out of place. 

“Diaaaaaanessshhhh....” 

She shifted, slightly, subtly, somehow subconsciously trying not to wake the sleeping monkette. Why was that voice so familiar? Was it Velerodra’s? No... No it wasn’t. Reveria? No... A slew of names wandered through her dream addled mind, each name populating a face in her now crumbling dream. 

“Dia... Nessssshhhhhh...” 

Now her moonlit hues fluttered open, blearily taking in the dark loft area of the condo. Velerodra was the first thing she saw, as she was laying on her side. Then the ceiling as she rolled onto her back. Her head rolled to the right and she took in the railing along the loft’s edge, following it along to the stair way. Nothing. No one. 

“Dianeshhhhh...” 

Sitting up, her eyes went wide and then narrowed, millennia of combat experience kicking in as she slunk quietly from the bed. There was no need to wake Vel just yet, a quick shout would always wake the monkette if this was more than just her imagination. Crouched low, she crept to the railing and looked over it, searching. Nothing out of the ordinary, shadows from the moonlight playing about the place. Looking down at the space between the two couches, she did a double take. There. It was right there. 

“Come here.... Dianeshhhh....” 

Her moonlit hues stared for a long moment before she stood and continued to stare at the figure. As she walked, her glowing eyes swirled with inky blackness before her entire figure was engulfed in shadow. Her condo looked the same, yet so much different in the Shadowlands. Nothing seemed to have a defined edge, everything bled in tones of grey, and it was as if those bleeding edges were drawn ever upwards. 

The shadowy figure still stood in the middle of her living room area, but even in this realm of bleeding, undefined edges, his form resolved into something all the more solid. Dianesh, she seemed almost to have a glow about her aura with swirls of inky black throughout. The figure though, they were simply... Darkness. turning to face her, it was revealed to be a kaldorei man, long blue hair tied up in a knot with a lengthy beard to boot. Black eyes, at least currently black, met Dianesh’s and she froze in place, eyes wide. 

Even with all her training, all of her hardened battle prowess, she was not ready for this. Not for this man, not here, not now, it should not have been... Ever. Instinct caused her to shadowstep her way to the kitchen where she grabbed up a knife and pulled it into the shadows with them. “You....” Her voice sounded muffled, like she was talking into some sort of liquid that only slightly distorted her tone. 

The man stepped forward arms outstretched like he might try to hug her. “Yes...” The former sentinel recoiled, keeping her knife at the ready. Upon seeing her reaction, the man lowered his arms and walked back to the living area, standing near the door. Dianesh pursed her lips and breathed slowly through her nose as she watched him carefully. “Why are you here?” 

A finger came up to point at her. “You know why. You know what she’s done. What she is guilty of.” Dianesh’s nostril flared and as she shook her head. “No. I will not lose her again. I was wrong to be so angry... I am the one that drove the wedge between us when I should have been there for her. These past months have shown me as much. She gave me a chance... Again... When I deserved none.” The man sneered as he walked in a small circle before facing her once more. 

“You have forgotten. You are blinded. She has pulled the wool over your eyes and is leading you to your own demise.” Now it was Dianesh’s turn to point at the man, doing so with her free hand while still keeping a ready stance. “That is not true. I am my own woman and I make my own choices.I am fortunate that she decided I was worth letting back into her life... I have gained and regained much of what I held so dear...” A ‘tsk’ sounded out from the man as his lips formed a snarl. “Do not interfere, Fallow.” 

With that even in the Shadowlands, the man turned to smoke, which billowed up the stairs and out the window. Dianesh had a moment of sheer panic and shadowstepped to Vel, keeping herself between the monkette and the billowing smoke that was the man.Once he was gone, truly, Dianesh let out a breath and sank back into the bed, setting the knife on the nightstand as she faded from the shadows. Rolling over, she gently wrapped herself around the sleeping monkette and pulled her in close. 

Her mind was racing and there would be no more sleep that night. He actually came back. He actually intended to do it. ‘No. I will not allow it.’ She thought to herself, the image of his target in her mind. Not with children. Not with a husband. Not with her family she now had. No. 

‘I will protect you little bear...’ 

(Tagging @velerodra-valesinger for mentions) 

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Quick Look - Dianesh Shadowsun

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Name  → Dianesh Shadowsun Nicknames  → Dia, Fallow, Falore Age → 3,200~ Race  → Kaldorei Eye Color → Moonlit Silver Hair →  Shoulder length, straight, dark blue Typical hairstyle → - Often half up half down Height → 7′5″ Body Type →  Athlethic, slightly muscular Distinguishing Marks → Marks of the Blade on her face

FAVORITES

Color → Crimson, White Food → Grilled Chicken with string beans Literature → Non-Fiction, Romance Fiction Expressions → Blank stare Quote → None in particular Expletive(s) (swears) → She will use most any swear. Most often is ‘fuck’  Mode of transportation → Her hippogryph Let’umia

HABITS

Smokes → Rarely Drinks → Often Worst bad habit → Far too serious, poorly timed or insensitive jokes Quirks → Shuffling a deck of cards or rolling a coin across her knuckles

BACKGROUND

Homeland →   Darkshore Type of childhood → Mostly happy First memory → Mother showing her the stars Most important childhood event that still affects him/her → Birth of her siblings Religion and/or religious views and/or tendencies → She holds little in the way of religious beliefs, though she does still have some sort of belief in Elune Job → She often went hunting with her father or trained with her grandmother

FAMILY

Mother → Selvaena Shadowsun, deceased Father → Veretus Ironoak, estranged Siblings → @revthepunchbear - sister, Vraethiln Shadowsun - deceased  Spouse →  None, currently Children → None Extended family → Mynaetha Shadowsun - Grandmother. @eilitheduskbringer - Sister-in-law, An’Set Duskbringer - Brother-in-law, @kurel-andiel - Brother-in-law?, Denner Shadowsun-Duskbringer - Nephew, Sera Shadowsun-Duskbringer - Nephew, Alaetha Shadowsun-Duskbringer - Niece, Radamyr Shadowsun-Duskbringer - Nephew

OCCUPATION

Where does character work → Recently hired by Dead Sun Harbor. Formerly a sentinel.   Relationship with co-workers → Decent Like his/her job → So far

ATTITUDE

Greatest fear →  Being powerless to save people she cares for Worst thing that could happen to him/her → Second death of her sister Character is most at ease when → Doing card tricks or when she’s with @velerodra-valesinger Most ill at ease when → When people she cares for are in danger Priorities → In order - Herself, her partner (if she has one), @revthepunchbear and family, money, everyone and everything else.  Philosophy →  No fear, no surrender.  How s/he feels about self → She has high self-esteem Past failure s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about → One of the few failed sentinel missions she led  Daredevil or cautious → Most always cautious Biggest regret → The rift she caused between herself and her sister Biggest accomplishment → Commanding sentinels Minor accomplishments → There’s a lot. Ask her. 

PERSONALITY

Greatest source of weakness in character’s personality → Her indifference Character’s soft spot → Those she cares for and loves Biggest vulnerability → Those she cares for and loves Which of the 7 deadly sins does character fight → Pride, Wrath Which of the 7 virtues does your character have → Patience, Diligence Greatest source of strength in character’s personality → Her indifference and ability to be non-judgmental

TRAITS

Optimist or pessimist → Pessimist Introvert or extrovert → Ambivert Drives and motivations → Cause, other unknown factors Talents → mastery over many weapons and combat forms, combat leadership, shadow magic Extremely skilled at → Stabbing people Extremely unskilled at → Humor Good characteristics →  Protective of those she cares for, balanced leader, calm Character flaws → Indifference, lack of morals Mannerisms → Tends to be quiet and observant unless around people she is comfortable with

SELF-PERCEPTION

One word character would use to describe self →  Indifferent One paragraph description of how character would describe self → An indifferent woman that can care deeply but has been hurt far too much to allow herself to do so very often anymore. A soldier at heart will a cold outlook on most situations.  What does character consider best physical characteristic → Stomach, chest, legs What does character consider worst physical characteristic → battle scars How character thinks others perceive him/her → Selfish and indifferent 

INTERRELATION WITH OTHERS

Strangers → Largely depends on who is talking to her and how.  Friends → She imagines it’s going well Wife/Husband/Love → Quite pleased with her current situation Children → Awkward as fuck around them Co-workers → She tries but is certain they all hate her Protagonist → Is she one? Sure.  Antagonist → She probably will talk to them before stabbing them in the eye

PROBLEMS/CRISIS

How character react in a crisis (calm/panic/etc.) → Calm and collected How does character face problems → Problems should be faced - fear and hiding is not an option How does character react to NEW problems →   Calmly How does character react to change → Change is difficult at times 

GENERAL

Jewelry → Several hoop earring piercings along each ear  Other accessories → Deck of cards, coins, daggers Where does character live → Condo in Stormwind City - Reveria’s old place Spending habits (frugal, spendthrift, etc) → She doesn’t really buy much for herself, mainly spends her money eating out for every meal - Unless @velerodra-valesinger is cooking.  What does s/he do too much of → Card/coin tricks Most prized possession → She’s not going to tell you this.  Does character like animals → Indifferent Any pets → None