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⚠️Voidspire Raid Ending Cinematic Spoiler
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OUGH.....
wtf
Day 1: Owl of Frightfall is upon us and to start off, here is a painting of our lady Tyrande Whisperwind.
Sylvanas and tinuviele sat down in one of their spots in Korthia. Dori'thur perches nearby watching for mawsworn or souls to be saved. Sylvanas had felt uneasy having her living companion by her side for she could not last as long as she. Sylvanas was technically immortal in her undeath and Tinuviele probably only had a few millennia.
"I'm only in my first century, you are not that old either, stop worrying." Tinuviele had said reassuringly.
"Yes, but who knows how long we will be here, who knows how much time will pass when we are able to go back. I worry that you will be placed in an afterlife and I will be without my friend, my...." Sylvanas looked down and felt the warm hand of the younger ranger.
"We will get this done, and we will walk in the fields and flowers, as we did in Bastion, as we did when you yet breathed...." Tinuviele paused then asked, "do you think we will?"
"Maybe," Sylvanas replied. She squeezed the hand and looked over at the owl familiar, Dori'thur almost looked sad, but that could be an illusion.
"I think you made them sad," Sylvanas teased.
"I... that was not my intention..." Tinuviele looked at the bird apologetically.
Dori'thur tilted their head and began to fly above them, indicating they should follow. The two elves continued their task with renewed focus and eventually found themselves at the tremaculum, there they found two souls; laughing.
"What is so funny?" Sylvanas asked curiously.
The souls turned to the undead and living elves.
"Oh I was just joking about the fact that this is the fifth jailbreak we've had." The first soul said, their voice full of mirth.
"We were wanted in five regions on our world, then ended up here, sure it's been miserable but we still can't help but laugh about it." The second soul said.
They were not from Azeroth and clearly making the best out of a dire situation. Sylvanas and Tinuviele admired that, they even started to laugh as the two souls joked about their failed robberies, "just trying to give my husband the best birthday ever!"
"Oh, just being with you was good enough." The second soul said.
Sylvanas took Tinuviele's hand in response, perhaps it would be the adventure and journey that would be important in this penance, not worrying about her mortality.
"We can help you escape this place," tinuviele told them mischievously.
The two souls were quiet and almost conspiratorial when they spoke, "really? You mean that Jailor won't put us back?"
"I have it on good authority that he's been dealt with, you can go." Sylvanas whispered and gestured towards the owl familiar.
Dori'thur flew up to the souls and hooted, indicating they could ferry the couple to a better place.
"We ..we won't be separated will we?" The rich tenor in the first soul asked.
"No...once you may have, but now there's a new arbiter, he will listen and you two can cause mischief and mayhem in a better place." Sylvanas chuckled, she could only imagine the trouble they would get to if they ran into the fae.
"That sounds promising, we hope you mortals are not here for very much longer either." The second soul said before accompanying his husband to the waiting wings of the ethereal owl.
Sylvanas and tinuviele watched them go, they looked at one another even more resolved to see this through.
screwed up drawing Tyrande’s armor so put her in a t-shirt and just went from there :P
Nexus Illidan looks around the house with a small sack in his hand. "Dori'thur?" he called, searching for the owl.
The Spectral owl hooted and fluttered down from the rafters he’d been chilling in to land on his perch in the corner of the room.
He looked Illidan over large eyes narrowing in curiosity at what the elf had to offer.”
"Tyrandeeeee! Your bird is judging me while I'm in the shower again!!!"
Tyrande sighed as her mate walked in still soaking wet from the shower.
“Illidan darling, what on Azeroth could he have done to make you think he was judging you?” She asked walking into the bathroom with her mate in tow.
She looked around seeing her owl perched on the shower rod as if nothing had happened, on the floor was a spilled bottle of shampoo and judging from the trajectory it had been thrown from the shower up over the curtain where it spilled all over the floor.
“Dori’thur here.” She commanded raising an arm which the owl flew too.
“There now you may finish your shower in peace.”