#kelandrea

[danoriathemedic]

Chilling entombment

Dee had lost sense of time, the woman was confined and held within a prison. A tomb all to herself, granted by the merciless fallen goddess Helya. The chilling depth seeped deep beneath the skin, slowly coursing through the very viens of her body, down to caress her numbed and chilled bones. So once was the follower of the depth, a faithful servant of that which gave her so much in the northern lands of the far realms of Azeroth. She recalled that time she made the bargain.

She wasin need to flee, to run, to hide, working with those who slaved away in snow and ice. When the merciful master the Liche King fell. Taken down by the champions of Azeroth. Oh how, the strong fall. The Cult of the Damned hunted there after. She hid, and seeked a new master...a Mistress. And her call was answered.

Bring the souls of champions to her matron, and so her burden would be lessened. She lied to herself,as she had with the liche king. She wanted to find vengence with the cult.Which was granted, to slay her family, and those who looked down on her half blooded nature in the Sunreaver’s. Her blood line left to all she knew, her half blooded nature. Niether Quel’dorei or Sin’dorei as she believed...

But then, she hadn’t been entombed that long in the violet hold, when captured, she ran when freed. Meeting a mother she wanted to impress...which failed in absolute misery in the end. Outcasted as she were.

But, it wasn’t the end, she was taken in once more, with love and kindness this new family aided her hurt, freed her from the shackles that bound her to the depth. And all she wanted, was freedom, she wanted her family.Who excepted every fiber of who she was. As she thrived to being better.  When ever she reached out, they took her hand, not shook it off, or flinched away. But even took her in their arms and held her.

She tried to recall the warmth, but all she felt was cold, the darknes ever compressing, ever suffocating in her isolation. She silently wept, as the tears flowed then gently congealed and froze along her skin. Helya taking pleasure from afar as she knew of the young woman’s suffering.

“Y͍̫̞͓oú ̬̻͍̬͖̲a̗̹̖̲r̯̤̝̹̰ͅȩ͈̱̺̝͖̟͕ ̻̟̻͎̪͇͘n̴͖ẹ͉̣̠̱̟̲͘ṿ͡e̬r̖̤̞ ͓̫͢g̦͕͠e̛͕͙̣̰̜̬tt̢̟̳̬̹i͚̰n̴̘̦̻g͓͙ ̩̖̣̙F̬̩̥͈̼̻͟r͚̜͇̩ͅȩ̞̱ȩ,̸̘͓̣͚ ͏̗̫͉͚͔̞D̩̟͟a͔͉͕̼̠͟n̨͙̰̗̳̤o̳̞̣͍͈̜͖r̳͇̭̪̰i̹̩a̝̼̳͇. N͚̺̗̣̣o͚͢ ̹͉̟̠͓̜͟ͅo̸̱̫̲̰n͕͍̹ͅè ̝͞w̞͖͔̳͍̜ͅi͖̭̣̜̞l̤̣͟lͅ ̬̦͔͇e̖̠̳v͉̳͔e̷͚̞̮̮̙r̞̻͎͡ g̮̱͙̫et̸̞̳̱̖ ̸͈͇͉̯ͅy̡̭͙͔o͞u̶̳̺͓ ̞̟̣̹̤̥͢o̹͎͕̟̤̘͓͢ṷ̴̙̰̳̫̳t͖̻̺ ̷͕̻̩̣̘m̛̹̗̰̥̱̘y͎͉̰͍͡ c̭͓̫͞h̡̬̗̠̹̤̜i̢̮l̮̺̖͙d̤̣͔͘.̼͚̺͚̲͚̙͟”

She flinches, as she heard Helya’s voice, as she trmebled forced to stand, see nothing but hear everything.The Wrackingsobs, the moaning cries, the condemned voices of the damned. She was left there, waiting. Waiting as she was leftthere. Forgotten, feeling alone like never before. As Helya’s distant voice laughed at the misery of the fallen...

All Dee could think of, were two things that kept her, as sane as possible.

Echoes of Hope... her home....

and...

“Momma Kelly Kel...” She’d say from sadden lips. Left there till time allowed her a chance to go home again, if there was ever a home to return too...

[danoriathemedic]

Welcome Home: Helheim

Dee stares off through the lenses of her respiratory mask. The archaic and almost crude contraption to many is what kept her breathing. if not hide her true identity to those around her on the vessel. one of many in Sylvanis’s fleet at this current time, in route to Stormhiem. 

She took much risk in this endeavor, but the Horde required her, the Dark Queen called upon all able bodies to the warfront and she was no exception as one of the many apothecaries in her arsenal to use. It had been weeks it felt getting here, though it was possibly days. She stared out along the water to the approaching shores of Stormhiem, the place where gods and the underworld were in one land...

The armies were ready, the horde at command. Each vessel could be sensed by her. The desire of blood, war, to save to end. it all flowed. She glances to one of the sisters as they would say. Thinking she was like them, the Dark Ranger’s. But she was not, she still breathed, and kept it that way. looking to the rising peaks that came into view and past as they weaved their way through. Further into the passage to the shore. The procedures to disembark would commense.

Till the shelling began...

The ship heaved to the side heavily as the vessel shook. Decking, planks, anything nailed and not went flying as the vessel and many others were hammered. Throwing her along the flooring. She got to her feet quickly, her staff in hand, gripping tightly as the call went up that an alliance airship was assaulting the fleet. 

She hurried to her station, knowing though full well the vessel was beginning to drift towards the side. Peering up to the sky seeing griffon riders coming in hot. She recognized the Worgen and those of the S:7 or who ever the humans were of the services of the king. She sigiled as several dropped down, to get struck with the shields she placed to hurtle out into the water.

She wheezed, as she sigils again as one lands before her. Dancing back as the polearm came dangerously near her respirator. The man cursing the horde for their betrayal. She was confused over that, but that did not deter her. As she stepped in within his reach to harmless go past. The mans eyes go wise as she plants her palm, and ignites the rune. Blasting the male off his feet, blood errupting from his lips to coat Dee’s attire as his lifeless husk hit the wall, splintering it from the impact. 

She turned to peer along the decking, the battle was heavily underway, and she fought like any other to the best of her standards. But then the worse to come happened. She felt the vessel heave under her feet, the sabotuers having got to the gun powder room, the entire vessel went straight up. launching all those upon it’s surface now airborne. Her mask was wretched from her face as she then hit the water after a dizzying spin.

She forced herself to come too, peering up towards the moon that waned, she reached her gloved alchemical hand towards it. But felt a tugging. Something had her. but then, then se heard what she most feared.

W̷̡̡̞̤̐̒̊̐ͯ̐᷉̒̐̂e̴̛͙̙̾̐͋̒ͪ̐̓̐̒̐᷀l̻̰͎̦̬̾̐̒̐ͦ̐̒̐ͦ͘c̨̢͔̮̲̐̊̒̐ͫ́̐̒͗̐̑ͮ̐̿̒ͤ̐̀̐̕͢͏̺̒̐̈o̢̮̲̰̬͍̐̒̆̐̐̿̒̐͘m̫̯̮̠̐̒̐̅̿̐ͭ̒̐̕͠ḛ͇̮̽̐̒̐͛ͯ̐̒̐̈́͡͞ H᷿̥̤ͩ̐̿̒͂̐̄̐ͩ̒̍̐ọ̸͍̰̟̐ͪ̒̐̒̐̒̄̐͝m͔͕̐᷾̒ͪ̐̄̐̐̒̃̐̚̚e̶̘̙͓̐ͬ̒͂̐ͥ᷅̐̒̐ͧ,̺᷊᷂͂̐ͨ̒̐͆̐̀̒̐̄͠ b̴͇̟̻̭᷂̐̒̐ͣ̐͂̒̐̚ą̨̬̰̮̜̐̒͗̐̐̒̐̌͞c͏̺᷊͚̰̦͖̐̒᷇̐ͯ̐̒̐k̸̮̲̐ͩ̒̾̐̂̐̆̒ͭ̐̓ t᷿̝ͩ̐̒̇̐̌̐́̒͛̐̌͝o̙̟̰͙̮̐̒ͨ̐͐̐̒̐͘͢ H̵̬̼᷊̿̐̒̅̐͌̆̐̒̐͘e̫͎̹̐̒̾̐ͯ̎̐̒̃̐̊͢l̷̵̳̼᷊͎̐ͧ̒᷈̐͂̐̒̐h̹͙᷊̏̐ͣ̒ͬ̐᷀̐̒̐̚ͅi̷̪̐̒̔̐ͬ͑̐̐͗̒ͬ̐̚e̸̖͍̻̐̒ͧ̐͐᷀̐̒̐͋ͅm̴͈̻̜͍͓᷆̐̅̒̐̐̒̒̐ m̸͙̘ͫ̐̒̐ͤ᷀̐̒̐͌̕ͅy̝̣̰̐̈́̒͂̐ͬ̐̊̒᷆̐ͧ c̨̲͈̖̐̒͛̐̔̄̐̇̒̐̿h̦̭᷊̳̜̭ͭ̐̍̒̐̐̒̐͜i̵̗᷉̐̒ͭ̐̋͛̌̐᷃̒̎̐l̪͋̐ͣ̒͗̐̽̑̇̐̒᷾̐̏d͇͕᷾̐̒͑̐̊᷀̐̒̐͘͠͠.͕͆̐̒᷉̐᷁̐̒̌̐̐͟ͅͅ.̷̷̫᷿̥᷊̐̒̐ͥ̐̿̒ͣ̐.᷂͇͍ͬ̐̒᷆̐̀̈͂̐̒̐͢

Her eyes went wide in fear, as she screamed, though nothing would be heard, nothing would be noted cept a soldier missing as she was dragged down to where she knew her failure would be founded, her betrayal. All she could think of, was her family, momma Kytaera, Zaytan, Triggah...and, her new family. Dori, Azuriann, and her someone important. Who looked over her and she looked up to as her mother now though she felt uncertain.

 As the world faded, as her pulse began to stop and the glow of the underworld came to eerie existence, she spoke it with her last breath, that someone important.

“Momma...Kelandrea...”

[danoriathemedic]

The Fear: Dee’s Debt

The Mortician huddled in her room, sobbing and crying. What little left there was to shed as the woman feared of what was to come. She had collected the pamphlets, she had seen what was in store. And the voice, the voice that called out to her at times.

Y̻͔̅̔̅͟͠ǫ̙̳̅ͦ̅̄ų᷅̅᷃᷾͊̅ Ö̅͋͌̀̅ͣW̭᷈̅͌͏̅͆E͔̹᷾̅᷃᷉̅ m̨̺͚̭̅̅͞ė̢᷊͕̅̅᷾ a̘͇̅̏͋̅̒ d̼̅ͥ͑ͩ̅̆e̬͉̜̩͑̅͆ͫ̅b̵̛᷀̅͌̅̃t̷͇̅̏̅̆͠ t̸̵̅̇᷈̅̔o̶͇̰̅͛̅̌ p̛ͥ̅ͧ̅͝͡a᷂̙̅᷀ͭ̅͛y̛̫͈͖̅͗̅ !

She flinched clapping her gloved alchemical hands over her ears, as she’d flinch. Her respirator was going nutts flaring as she took ragged breaths. She’d burned through much of the ventilator’s stock in the room. As canisters that were now empty covered the floor.

“ I willy will pay you Helya! I willy w-will! The m-monstrosities and p-petty pet’s will pay what I o-owey owe!” She’d cry out in fear. The womans form trembling as she gazed about. Expecting the fallen queen of the Val’kyr to drag her to Helheim at any given moment.

Then she heard it, and flinched. Looking towards the window, where the sounds of hammering thumps are heard. her eyes widened as the fear took hold of her heart. Her breath catching, her eyes dilating as the souls of those claimed by her in Helya’s name stared at her.

Yͪ̂ͪ͏ͪ̂ͪoͪ̂ͪͨͪ̂ͪuͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ̕ P͕ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪA̭ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪY̥ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ,ͪ̂ͪ᷃ͪ̂ͪ oͪ̂ͪ̐ͪ̂ͪr̙ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ J̶ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪOͪ̂ͪͭͪ̂ͪIͪ̂ͪͪͪ̂ͪN̺ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ tͪ̂ͪ͑ͪ̂ͪhͪ̂ͪͫͪ̂ͪoͪ̂ͪ᷇ͪ̂ͪsͪ̂ͪ͊ͪ̂ͪḙͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ y̱ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪoͪ̂ͪ̍ͪ̂ͪu̢ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ gͪ̂ͪͧͪ̂ͪa͓ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪvͪ̂ͪ᷉ͪ̂ͪeͪ̂ͪ᷾ͪ̂ͪ t̺ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪo̻̝ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪͩͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ Mͪ̂ͪ́ͪ̂ͪE᷊ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ!̭ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ

“ ANYTHING! A-anythingy thing Helya!!! Please! please d-don’t take me a-away!’ She’d sob, as she moved away from the window and the hateful stares of those she offered to the Queen of Helheim,” ANYTHING!”

o̦̘᷉̓͏̷᷉f̶̵̖̻᷉᷅͂᷉᷉̉̔᷉̚͢ͅf̦̯᷉͗᷉͢͟e᷿̘᷃᷉̽᷉̒r̴͕̍᷉́᷉͜ u͕᷿̹̮͚᷉᷉p̍᷉᷅̂̂᷉᷈ t̷͎̗᷉ͨ᷉͘h̞᷉̏᷉̚͡͠e̙͗᷉͛̌᷆᷉ D̯᷇᷉ͯͮ᷉͋e̙̓᷉ͨ͐᷉́b̙̏᷉ͨ̏᷉᷆t̗᷉᷉́̕̚͝ y͎᷉̄᷆̓᷉ͩo̧͈͕᷃᷉ͭ᷉u̦̺᷉̾͏̳᷉ ȏ͚᷉̃͌᷉᷆w͏̞̪᷉̒ͭ᷉e̩̎᷉̒̃᷉ͫ t͈̞᷿᷉ͩ᷉ͦǫ̵̩̥᷉᷉͝ m̧͓̬͔᷉᷉̎e̩͚͔᷆᷉᷉̇,̥̩᷉͊ͮ᷉̾ o̧̪ͯ᷉᷉̚͞r̓᷉ͧ̃᷉̓̚ bͪ᷉̋̿̀᷉ͣe̘͇̖̱᷁᷉᷉ d̠᷉ͬ᷉͂͜͡r̫̺̖᷉̃᷉̽a̧̤̹᷃᷉᷉͡ǧ᷉ͫ͐̇᷉̕g̗͉͈̽᷉᷉̊e͓̭͉̩᷉᷉̕ḍ̹͓̃᷉̓᷉ i̷̙᷊ͨ᷉̌᷉n͈̍᷉᷾ͫ᷉ͪt͈᷉͒͌ͨ᷉̈o̝̪̞᷉͌͆᷉ e̦᷉̓̂᷉͐͘t̠͚̠᷉ͥ᷉ͅe᷉͐ͯ͐᷉̓͢r̡̡̥᷉̓᷉͜ņ͚͖᷉͋᷉͋á͙̲᷉ͬͩ᷉l̮̲᷉̂᷇᷉̽ d̜͍̣᷉̅᷉̓a͏̮᷉̄͒᷉͋m᷊᷉̎̿᷉̉ͅn̠̘͐᷉̇᷉̂a̸̢͙̓᷉᷉᷉t̸̝̖᷉̒᷉̕i̙̔᷉ͯͨ᷉͌o͙᷉ͪ̆᷉᷈͜n̰̦̤᷉᷉̚͟!̧̘᷉̎̐᷉᷈

Dee nods vigorously, the woman nearly begging,” Y-yes my q-queen,” she says in a hitched tone,” p-please, d-don’t take me.” she’d ragged cry out. There was a pause, a silence that felt an eternity. Then she felt the chill through her spine, that ran to her heart making it cold.

P̮᷿͊ä̗͐yͥͬ̾,̡͛̇ a̋ͤ͞n̡̤ͮd̹̯᷃ ỉ̦̂f͇̱̰ Ĩ᷂̖ c̣̒͌a͂͊᷄ṉ̸̢͕͖̑̊ͫͮͪ͠'͔͖̅t᷃᷅͟ ͈̫̌͠g̫̙᷅ę̬͋t͚̘᷁ ̳᷀̂᷅Ẏ̘̃O᷅̑͜Ų͙̼!̂͒̈ ͕͎̃̑I̗̣̊͊͂᷀ͅ w̤̆̏i̹̬᷃l̄ͬͮl̮̩̀ t̘̥̉ͤ̏̊᷃a᷄͋᷁k̜̰̰e̵᷊ͣ e᷿ͦ͟v͍̟̟ë̷͑r̼ͭ̊y̽᷆̅o͇ͥ̚ņ͖̎è̖͌ ỷ̠̻o̩ͬ̐u̪̿ͤͪͨ᷅͂ l̺̯̈́o̳᷀̍v̏᷃ͨe̥ͬ͝ ̰̳̱̚a̡̻᷉w͙̃͛a̛̩ͤy̙᷈ͅ.᷆͢͟.̘̱̊.̤ͨ͏Ã̼ͧg̵̲͈a᷊ͨ̾i̮̿͟n̶̳̅!̴̴̲͈͗̚͢

Then the room was silent, the cold chill left. But to Dee, all there was, was a fate she could not flee from. Either do what she once did, or lose everything. Or do what she was now asked, and die by those she loved...either case...she was damned. And the Mortician wept as she once more began to throw and destroy anything and nearly everything in sight. Her fear for Azuriann, Kelandrea, and Dori. Especially her little brother now was her thoughts to fix this with a sorrowful heart...

[danoriathemedic]

Travel to the Monestary

7/15/16: Tian Monestary

They came to the court of the pandaren Monestary, that of Tian. The place of tranquility, peace, harmony, a step down of those in the northern portion of the land itself. The people strong, proud, and in perfect balance still even after all that had transpired. Folks laughing, talking, eating all around. Though many nearby stopped, to peer at the two oddities that now were in their midst.

Dee awoke slowly,her breathing muffled in the respirator that she always wore upon her features. She’d come too, glancing around from within the arm’s of the massive Construct, the armored sentinel of Azuriann’s house, Ab’dania or some such. Dee didn’t really know to well other than this person was now her charge till her new location.

Dee glanced around, looking left to right to all the foliage, she had never been out here for to long. She traversed it from time to time, on short excursions but not to stay. She took in the land, the beauty of it all. This was something serene, peaceful, a place that was odd to her senses within her attire.

Dee would look towards Tor, who lumbered along, the steam powered attire of the construct hissing steam, forcing folks to take a wide berth of the automaton.Looking over the archaic and ancient regalia of the suit the construct wore at all times.

“ Will I be able to come home someday?”

She’d inquire of the construct as she and her went along. The construct looks to her quizically, and would softly touch her vent to the Dee’s own filter system,” Someday little one, someday you can return. Once those who hold grudges can move on and forgive.”

Dee was conflicted, she didn’t want to be alone again, not again, she hated feeling left behind. But Azuriann and momma Kel had made it plain. That Dee would be in danger, and not only her, but everyone else. And she couldn’t let that happen.

Tor’s grip was firm as she set her down, as the two glanced about,” Time is what will be needed. Time in that which it needs to heal...I return now Dee, be safe.”

She’d say to Dee, as the Construct of House Ab’adania turned to leave. Leaving the Mortician there, amidst the pandaren’s. She stood awkwardly, as the slow tear’s dripped from the chin of her ventilator. The woman felt so very alone again, once more feeling left behind as the broad back of the Guardian went away.

She flinches feeling a soft hand on her shoulder, looking over to seeing the soft smile of an elder panderan,” You must be Dee, we were told you would be arriving. Come, come, you are amidst friends.” he’d say softly and assuringly, as the Mortician was lead to her new hide away with a heavy heart.