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“ Q: Will Void Elves be stuck in Void Elf form? A: It isn't like metamorphosis but they definitely have a void form and a more normal form. It is similar to worgen. They will go into the void in combat.”
HIGH ELVES???
ARE U FUCKS GONNA MAKE ME REROLL ITHAEN??????
“I can save us,” she says. “This is the solution!”
“Look at yourself, Al'ara,” he snaps back. “Your eyes—”
“And you’re any better? You’re sickly; you look like undeath itself.”
For a moment, dead dots flicker on the ceiling. Raein blinks them away.
“Look at your son, Ithaen! Let me—”
“You’re not taking him anywhere near those tainted crystals!”
“He’s suffering!”
hey what’s up i wanted to write Sad Embereye-Dawndwelling Happenings so naturally i picked the day between the worst event of their lives and the second-worst event of their lives
so here’s like a thousand words about one sad as fuck al’ara & ithaen
It's two weeks before Ithaen hears from her.
Two long, grueling weeks in the Farstrider Retreat, close enough to the horrifying swath of destruction the Scourge freshly left through the middle of Quel'Thalas, through Silvermoon proper. Ithaen has witnessed a lot of things in that time: mages and healers are falling ill to some kind of dire fatigue, one that seems to target the most magically gifted the worst. The rangers, for example, barely seem bothered—a little tired, a little irritable, but they manage. Magisters, however, are positively bedridden, and unable to conjure so much as a spell.
And though the priests' magic burns on faith more than mana, Ithaen has watched the former burn away in many of his colleagues too. Disillusioned healers, oathbroken paladins—he has seldom spoken to Soralis in all this time, but the man hasn't mustered a flicker of holy Light since the day Silvermoon fell.
No, but rather, since the Sunwell fell.
me yesterday: ithaen has PROBABLY chilled out about the blood elves a little ever since they’re not literally following kael’thas anymore right
me today, rereading this fic: hoo god okay yeah no he hasnt got it ok
ithaen, who spends every waking moment cooped up in either his church or homeless centers feeding people: raein nobody knows about this netflix thing trust me you have to tell them
raein, about to massage his eyeballs right out of his head: your phone has wifi please use it sometimes
"I can't trust him." Raein considers his own words for a moment, and then amends them: "I can't need him."
And there are a million things Soralis could say. (All of them pertaining to the day Silvermoon City fell to the Scourge; the day Raein should've died and no one can believe he didn't. The day Ithaen Dawndwelling changed right before the knight-lord's eyes, into a man Raein has never known, was never given the chance to know, and then didn't take that chance when he finally had it.
But then, the truth is, neither did Soralis.)
what do u get when u get the man who understands the nuances of people but will not under any circumstances sacrifice his passions and the woman who lives by her way and only her way but also will sacrifice for the greater good
the embereye-dawndwelling family