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[ms-mary-macky]

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[everyone-just-calls-me-jeri]

The Leaves that Blot out the Stars

Jerimoth slumped against the garden’s stone wall. “I don’t mean to do it,” he admitted, tugging at the corners of his new mask. “It’s just hard to not say crazy things sometimes.” The Night Elf seated next to him flashed a coy grin.

“You always say crazy things,” the Archdruid replied.

“I know...” he admitted, somewhat remorsefully. A thought crossed him and he blurted out, “Do you think that makes me... a bad person?”

Kyndolin considered this for a few moments. Jerimoth had known her for years now, and although she was rather impulsive, she usually offered good advice. Her eye drifted to a tall tree, already flourished with spring leaves that rustled in the wind. Her ivory white hair lifted about her face with the breeze.

“I think there are no bad people,” she said. “Sometimes good people do bad things. But if they feel remorse for doing those things... then they’ve just made a mistake.”

Jerimoth followed her gaze to the tree. He didn’t know as much as she did about nature, but he could tell by her expression she saw something in it that he didn’t.

The Night Elf turned to face him. “But I want to know what you think, Jeri.” Her scrutinizing eye was like a tiny sun that scorched his own. “Do you want to be a bad person?”

There it was. That question again. What did he really want to do? He gazed up at the tree again. The stars were hidden behind its leaves.

“...No,” he said quietly.  “I don’t want to be a bad person.”

Kyndolin smiled. Her feet brushed against the grass as she stood. He could’ve sworn that a few flowers appeared there that weren’t there before. “Well, good. Just wait it out, Jeri. Everything will be just fine. And try not to fall off the deep end while you do.”

A little late for that, he thought bitterly, remembering his total plunge into the Void back in Westfall. The thought filled him with both joy and dread. “Thank you, Kyndolin,” he said instead. “That really helps.”

He rose from his spot and went to give her a hug, but was surprised when his hand slid through her visage.

“Oh, I’m not really here,” she informed him.

Panic seized in his chest. No. Had it been a vision this whole time? And he was sitting out in the open just talking to himself? He couldn’t possibly have dreamed this up on his own. Were the whispers—

“I’ve been stuck in the Emerald Nightmare for about a month now,” she said with a shrug. “I can only project out of it when I’m asleep.”

“Oh,” he said.

“It’s all Void-corrupted in here,” she continued. “We were trapped in one of N’Zoth’s nightmares before ending up here, too. Myself and a few others still can’t find the way out. I figured you’d know more about it since it’s Old God related... Do you think you could advise me on how to get out of here?”

Part of him wanted to remain silent. To let her relish in the Nightmare, and see the Truths he had seen. Allow for the horrors of the Void to drive her to the edge. Maybe he could get her to delve into madness, as he had for so many years. A powerful Druid such as herself would be an excellent ally of the Void, after all...

Do you want to be a bad person?

He told her everything he knew.

( @Kyndolin who is too cool for tumblr 🍃)

[ms-mary-macky]

“Those who stumble this deep into the Nightmare... rarely return.”

Took a bit but it’s finally finished! Based on our campaign that took us through a Horrific Vision of Stormwind and all the horrors that came with it, eventually delving so deep that our characters ended up in the Emerald Nightmare itself.

@oaken-evenshade @kyndolin thanks for the fun! :)

[everyone-just-calls-me-jeri]

The sounds of the City were beautiful. From the distant hounds barking at passerby to the rickety wagons roaming the streets, it was all so clear now. He wondered, had they always been this clear? It was strange to hear them on their own, unaccompanied by the constant hum of a thousand whispers. He supposed he had the rings to thank for that.

It was... rather pleasant.

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” he said, laying back further among the soft red mushrooms.

The branches above him bobbed up and down slightly. “No problem. You can stay as long as you like.”

He folded his hands over his stomach. The sounds of Stormwind City passed through his ears as he considered a moment. “Can I ask you something?” he called out.

A pause. The leaves in the tree above him rustled. A few of them floated gently down next to him. “Sure. What’s up, Jeri?” Kyndolin asked. He could hear her hammock swaying in the branches above as even more leaves drifted down.

He batted one away from his tattooed face as gently as he could. Best not to be too harsh to the leaves. Druids could probably feel their pain. “I’d like to ask you a favor,” he answered her.

“Depends on the favor.”

A deep breath passed through him. “If I start to lose myself again...” he said slowly. “If I start hurting people... I want you to kill me.”

That caused an instant response. White hair tumbled down from the tree canopy, and a single white eye stared back at him. “Jeri, I...” Kyndolin began, pained. “I don’t think I’d be capable of that.”

He watched one of the Archdruid’s squirrels prance about in the grass. “If it won’t be you, it’ll be some adventurer or guard... and that wouldn’t make me feel good.”

Kyndolin stared at him intently. As intently as one could when hanging upside-down. “Jeri... if it even got to that point... it would mean you had given up.” Her expression softened. “And I don’t think you would do that.”

Guilt panged in his heart. “Really?” It was a strange observation. He felt as though he had already given up ten times over. “What if I’m not strong enough? To resist them?”

An expression of humor crossed her face. A coy smile worn when presented with something painfully obvious. The light of her white eye disappeared as she returned to her hammock. “You’re stronger than you think.”

(( @kyndolin the tree elf ✨ ))