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FUCK THE SPIRE [listen]

i. have you got it in you by imogen heap ii. seven devils by florence and the machine iii. dream by imagine dragons iv. youth by daughter v. serial killer by lana del ray vi. you don’t love me (defunk remix) by caro emerald vii. what’s it feel like to be a ghost by taking back sunday viii. don’t ask me by ok go ix. up 2 you by walk the moon

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if you have to break down the nice one, you shouldnt let her back out. 

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The Light Welcomes

(( I was trolling the forums for some RP Contests and found one that let me write evil!Lera, even if I decide not to go through with it. Had some fun. ))

There were many small creatures around Talador. There were bigger ones as well, ravens and draenei and orcs, but the small creatures were the ones that saw her the most. They saw, and they hid. 

Whoever the elf had once been seemed long forgotten. Her hair was matted into a ponytail, covered in grease. She still wore a red and gold tabard, a rising phoenix emblazoned on her chest, but it was outshone by the Light that radiated from her. Cracks like those on a dropped doll covered her entire body. They were the thickest at her hands, and her fingertips glowed with nothing but Light, no skin left to be seen. The radiant cracks split her lips, her eyebrows, and went down her neck. Her eyes, however, burned with felfire. The small creatures of Talador avoided her. As she walked, the Light burned the grass beneath her feet.

His name was Kalth, and he was a Thunderlord orc of the Iron Horde. Fighting at Shattrath had exhausted him, and he had taken a quick moment to wander and recuperate. Unsurprisingly, he quickly found himself lost. The unfamiliar forest had few trees, but he had run far and fast to get away from the battle. Kalth found himself near a small cave. The charred bodies of sporebats, warpstalkers, talbuks, and even tigers littered the entrance, but he shrugged it off. There were many strange things in Talador, but he was an orc of the Iron Horde! No misplaced elemental would get the better of him. Kalth pulled out some water and took a few hefty gulps, sighing in relief. He’d go back to the brawl soon enough. No one would even know he had been gone. He turned, looking behind him into the cave, and blinked. A soft light shone within, warm and welcoming. He stood slowly, rubbing at his cramping legs. Perhaps one of those strange crystals the draenei used was inside. Or, even better, one of their Light-creatures! What were they called? Naaru? Kalth nodded to himself. If he could capture something important, he might get promoted. Maybe he’d even be allowed to join the Grom’kar! Decision made, the orc trudged into the cave. The light got brighter as he walked. It started to become harsh, though he could still see easily, and he began to wonder if this wasn’t the best idea, after all. The number of bodies grew the further he went in. There was even a riverbeast, though it looked like an animal of some kind had gotten into the meat of it. Only pure determination kept the orc moving forward. Determination and pride. He stopped suddenly as the cave fanned out, making a small room. Supplies were scattered in it, crates of breads and blankets and wines. There was even a makeshift bed. And, curled up and sleeping on that bed, there was a strange creature. He’d seen similar ones back in Frostfire Ridge, before the Frostwolves had reclaimed the area and pushed the Thunderlords out. There were from another world, the one the Iron Horde had invaded. But none of the others he’d seen had glowed constantly. Perhaps a Naaru had decided to inhabit one. Could they do that? Kalth frowned, but nodded to himself. That was surely what had happened. And the creature must’ve been injured, if it had had to do that! He reached forward, prepared to grab what he thought to be a Naaru, when she sat up. The orc let out a slight yelp, hand falling to his side as glowing green eyes set upon him. A voice, soft and melodious, came from the cracked creature’s mouth. “The Light judges you, orc. And she finds you wanting.” The Light enveloped him, but it was not quite as welcoming as he thought.

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*adds the phoenix and my songs know what you did in the dark by fob to evil!lera's playlist*

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i like this villain version of lera sooooo much i wanna do smth w it but i also do not want it to end w her being killed off or being a tabletop boss. 

quickly tucks her away to myself for private rp and whatnot

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this is so tempting to me now. i could write this, find a way for my hiatus to result in this. 

but it would only be fun if all three of lera's close friends were there to try and bring her back from it......

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lera would be light and power and mortality without morality, the embodiment of the harsh light of day and the cruelty of the sun. she would destroy herself and become the light. she would hunt down the shadows-- and her fellow highguard members-- and the echo in her voice would be awesome, in the most traditional sense. she would inspire and those she once considered her friends would fear her.

and she would revel in it.

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What species of bird are your characters?

Hmmmm. I had to sit there and think about this one for a while! Lera would definitely be a long-tailed rosefinch; a little bit drab, but with a bit of pink to brighten her up. 

Fey would be a slightly small osprey, I think. I can't explain why it fits her; it just does. 

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If your characters had flowers crowns, what flowers/plants would make them up?

Lera's would primarily be made of snow lilies. Those large flowers would be offset by Vincent's lilac. Throw in some Queen Anne's Lace, and you've got something perfectly Lera!

Fey's, however, would be a bit more complicated. Asphodel, for regrets towards one who has passed. Begonias, orange, for a fanciful nature. Red columbines for anxiousness. Hydrangeas, for frigidity. A sprig of ivy to show she is anxious to please. A single tall sunflower, wrapped tightly around the rest, for false riches and pride. 

While Lera's crown would just be pretty flowers she loves, Fey's would use flower language to tell the observer things about herself.