#finelendal

[aithreachas-a]

Sylvanas: [ walks into meeting chamber ] sorry i'm late i was doing stuff Atreus: [ walks in after completely disheveled covered in lipstick and bites] i'm stuff 

Someone take Atreus to church because he has no chill when it comes to @finelendal

[moonjeweled]

˜”*°•. &. ☽ DEAD GIRL WALKING → @finelendal

    ❝ –––––––––––– DO YOU HAVE ANY THREAD. . .? ❞  a slender brow arches in question, clouded irises flicking between the SEVERED ARM clutched in her remaining hand & the female before her. It was only a matter of time before the rest of her began to crumble too, her tired flesh becoming food for the crows. One misstep could REND her legs from her body, one harsh would could TEAR her jaws in half. She must tread carefully if she wished to see her task to its completion.

[geneticmisfit]

finelendal replied to your post: @finelendal patch 7.3. looks great

H A LF- EL V EN

She used to be full elven

But now she’s half elf half bones

100 percent concentrated power of will

[theeternalsun]

starter call ( accepting ) | @finelendal

The weather of Gilneas was probably the foulest thing about the whole situation. Even under the heavy armour and the fur that covered the edges where the cold threatened to creep its way in, she felt the ice. She guessed that none of her sister’s troops could feel the same as the Commander and her troops did. The rain was only another annoyance. She moves slowly to stand beside the Banshee Queen, her hands rest against the curve of her back before they reach to take her own helmet off, watching the city from top of a cliff.

   “Asa’ma’lin, what is the situation?”

[hellscrecm-blog]

hellscream who scream he'll scream we all scream.

     Yes.

[elesheir]

What devilry had befallen these forsaken woods? Even the shadows now darkened in fear, every gentle breath chased by puffs of frigid cold. Strider felt its touch, unbidden, creep beneath his cloak; it robbed his sun-warmed skin of morning warmth. Yes, what an omen like that of Death, and yes, how she looked every inch of It. Sword in hand, the Dúnadan prowled as she moved in all her fearsome grace. More terrible was she than the Orcs whose blood now stained his blade, but had it been she who’d led them here?

@finelendal, the dark lady.

[captainskells]

Sylvanas Windrunner, @finelendal

Day of wrath, that day

What trembling is to be When the Judge is come

Shall consume the world in ashes

credits: x x x x

[crownviper-blog]

+ @finelendal

“I’ve nothing to apologize for.” Naturally. Vernon Roche was an impenitent man, and it mattered not how much animosity he earned for it. It was as they said: one must keep their friends close, but their enemies much, much closer – perhaps by the tip of a well-sharpened blade, a viperous dagger to the back. Fortunately for an elf like her, she’d find few more suitable for such a pleasure than he. “You can state that in your report,” Roche heatedly dared, bold considering her fearsome reputation.