This black blood does not pool—it moves. It breathes. It seeps through the world’s wounds, unseen yet everywhere. Undermine is but one fracture.
Where have you heard awakenings? What have you seen?
This is not rot. This is something older. Something patient. Azj-Kahet. Silithus. Ice entombed beneath Northrend. The depths of the world, the halls of the dead.
Sanity may be just a suggestion.
-e
(can be Tumblr ask or in-game mail replies to Êluvianna-MG [A])
Your words sail far deeper than the waters you navigate. These echoes of Below stir memories of whispers well known to me, though I wonder if we reach for something far darker. Dornogal and its coreway... such paths rarely lead to places the heedless should tread. Though it seems neither of us are stranger to the unknown.
Should you find yourself amid the truths you seek, know that knowledge has a price. But perhaps one we are both willing to pay, for curiosity guides us not unlike the very winds at your sails.
I await your observations with the attentiveness you have found in me, though heed this warning: the Below often demands more than it gives.
Original Letter: https://www.tumblr.com/eluviannaa/761073194407985152/
Eluvianna's letter does not remain unanswered for long, she soon receives a beautifully handwritten piece of parchment. Although a reply is meant to find it's way back, it is protected against sympathy, a form of spells, that could enable one to read the letter without opening it based on the thoughts and feelings of the author imprinting on the object. Discretion, just as asked.
„Dearest Eluvianna,
Your letter found me rather unexpectedly. It is comforting to know that there is an abundance of us being able to reach a supraliminal state and may have heard the calling. Although clearly distinguishable from all the noise, I admit my current state of conscience cannot decipher the whispers for them being overcast by louder voices I recently invoked upon myself.
However, learning that I may not be the only one, added many layers to my intrigue. I was hoping that you could share your findings and research on the matter. Based on my readings of the ancient (and almost lost) personal notes of Archmage Fyrsa, knowing what to look for may shine light revealing the colors of the threads my mind tries to untangle in the dark. In the meantime, my top priority is to douse the thundering cries before my sanity collapses to be the most useful for our brothers and sisters in Science and Lightlessness.
Your reply is much awaited. You can count on my discretion, I have an impression that this is far more important than most can comprehend.
With utmost curiosity,
Ariel Starlitpath”
To Ariel Starlitpath—
I thank you for your prompt reply, indeed we find ourselves in uncertain times. I sense that your intent, though veiled, holds the same urgency that drives my own inquiry. To say nothing of my own call to melody. I find myself experiencing something akin to headache, far too often now to be considered coincidence. But what you have shared, and the means by which you chose to do so, suggests that you understand this deeply.
As for my research, there are whispers of a bazaar deep within Azj-Kahet where dark relics are sought by those who trade in secrets. This labyrinth, highly guarded, is a place where objects, much like the sigil you describe, find their way into the hands of those willing to follow its rumors.
The sigil you encountered may be connected to these items—artifacts that shift and pulse with a life their own. And I suspect there are more, scattered beneath Azj-Kahet, still waiting to be discovered. Though I have heard disturbing reports of local flora affected by that which burrows deeper still. My efforts are ongoing, but I believe they are fragments of a greater pattern. One that spans far across the reality we know.
I invite further correspondence, should you wish it. Though I understand if your research keeps you preoccupied. The balance we walk is delicate. It is rare to find another so aligned in thought and purpose. Your continued discretion is requested, as I extend my own in this reply.
With consideration,
Eluvianna Umbralstar
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📜 A reply to, A curious missive finds its way to you, here.
A letter of reply came promptly,
"How fortunate then, that the unseen so often forget to hide the shadows they cast. Alas, ones curiosity, it is a personal demon I have difficulty banishing. As I am most keen to know whether there is indeed a singular key being held by one, as there are far too many threads for them all to be connected, least you can prove me wrong.
Yours in interest, - Lord Felscythe"
included was a reply address. A drop box in Silvermoon City.
To Lord Felscythe,
It is said that shadows are faithful companions—ever present, regardless of welcome or notice. Curiosity, as you so aptly describe it, is something I have also found difficult to deny.
Regarding your inquiry, perhaps the answer lies not in a singular key, but among many threads we must now follow. Converging, as you suggest, to a location that is yet to be revealed.
If the unseen cannot truly veil within the shadows, then we may soon stand before the full audience of the song. There I believe it is where we will find allies in darkness.
I have noticed a growing disturbance, faint but persistent, lingering just beyond our perception. The echoes. Perhaps you too have heard the whispers, felt their pull, the shadows shifting impossibly to offer a trail worth following.
These echoes are not merely of this world. I suspect there is something deeper, something worth our study, and it would seem prudent to share our knowledge. As one of the few who may hold the key to understanding, I ask for you to share any research or personal experience. Your discretion is of course of the utmost importance.
Please send your findings, however small. Together, we may shine a light on the growing darkness.
The veil grows thin,
Eluvianna
(can be Tumblr ask or in-game mail replies to Êluvianna-MG)
Evander sat in the cushioned armchair before his fireplace, his right leg folded over his left and a book settled in his lap. The pages, however, had been forgotten for the time being. Pale blue eyes were focused on the crackling flames, his lips settled in a faint frown.
Verena had finally managed to fall asleep in the guest room - tucked away in her own little pocket of the world. The fire danced, casting flickering shadows across the room as Evander's mind wandered into the recesses of memory. His thoughts were consumed by the trials Verena had faced alone, the echoes of her struggles that she'd divulged.
His hand lifted, setting the book aside and picking up a small journal, flipping through the pages for a moment, before settling on one - a sketched illustration of the monk. Mostly in black and white, her hair had streaks of pink highlighted throughout, and those misty blue eyes stared up at him from the pages.
The battles fought behind Verena's steely gaze. Her unwavering strength in the face of struggles that had toppled lesser individuals. A soft sigh escaped the mans nose, a pen appearing in his hand as he flipped a few pages over, beginning to write.
Verena,
In the time I've known you, I've seen you laugh until tears pricked at your eyes. I've seen you give people, who may have otherwise not had the opportunity, the chance to better themselves. I've watched you sacrifice, in order to give the world a chance to be better.
I've seen you move as a doctor, as a combatant. But I've also been fortunate enough to see you in a way that many do not; I've gotten to see you as a friend. Someone who will stand in the flames with me.
I've watched as we've grown closer over time, and now I've reached the point where I can safely say my life is better with you in it. Thank you, Verena, for continuing to be you. Despite the trials your life has put you through, I would not change you if I was promised the universe itself.
With love,
Evander.
A final flourish of the pen finished the note, before he carefully pulled the page from the binding of the journal, then flipped a few pages back to the sketch, and pulled that page out as well. The two pages, the journal and the now-empty glass were set back aside as the man leant back in his chair again, tilting his head back and casting his gaze towards the ceiling.
In the silence, Evander's thoughts strayed once again to the first time he'd met Verena. Her contagious laugh, the playful gleam in her eyes as they joked and talked for hours. The feeling of electricity coursing through his skin each time their hands brushed together.
The heartbreak when she'd broken the news of her sister, the helplessness as she'd fallen apart night after night. The relief when she finally started to eat again. How close he'd come to saying something he wouldn't be able to take back.
"She deserves better, anyway." Evander muttered, slowly standing up from the chair, gathering his books, the pages and the empty glass. "Someone that can stand in the flames with her too."
PROFESSION(S): Brawler, Mercenary, Monk, Master of The Monastery of the Crimson Fist.
LANGUAGES: Common, Thalassian, Orcish.
「 physicality & appearance 」
HAIR:
Koen's hair is a striking blonde, with a natural wave to it that gives it a tousled, carefree appearance. The length of his hair falls just past his shoulders, and it has a slight sheen to it as if it's well-maintained. His hair is parted to one side, allowing it to frame his angular face in a way that accentuates his sharp features. In the sunlight, his hair seems to catch fire, glowing like an ember in the midst of the flames. Despite his tendency to engage in fist fights, Koen's hair remains untangled and free-flowing, a testament to his impeccable grooming habits.
EYES:
Koen's blue eyes are striking and intense, seeming to radiate with a fiery determination. They are a bright, piercing shade of blue that appears almost electric in certain lighting. His gaze is sharp and focused, with a sense of unwavering purpose that can be both intimidating and captivating to those who meet it. In moments of intense emotion or concentration, his eyes may seem to glitter or even blaze with an inner light, lending him an otherworldly, almost mystical quality. Overall, Koen's blue eyes are a defining feature of his appearance, conveying both his strength of character and the depths of his passion.
HEIGHT:
6′1″
BUILD:
Koen is lean and muscular, with a body honed by years of training in the monastery. He is tall, standing at about 6 foot one inch, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His limbs are long and sinewy, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. He moves with a fluid grace, and his every motion seems effortless and controlled. Despite his slim build, Koen exudes an air of strength and power, suggesting that he is capable of great feats of physical prowess.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Koen’s teal lightning tattoos on his collarbones are sharp and jagged, resembling an electrifying storm captured in ink. The tattoos are perfectly symmetrical, each lightning bolt starting from the center of the collarbone and extending down towards the chest. The yin and yang symbol between his shoulder blades is intricate and detailed, with each half of the symbol perfectly balanced with the other. The black and white halves of the symbol are intricately woven together, creating a perfect circle that seems to be in constant motion. The teal lightning tattoos and yin and yang symbol complement each other, with the lightning bolts seemingly radiating energy that's contained and balanced within the yin and yang symbol. The overall effect is both striking and balanced, an expression of both power and inner harmony.
COMMON ACCESSORIES:
The necklace is a simple silver chain with two wedding rings dangling from it, one slightly larger than the other. The woman's ring is finely crafted in traditional elvish style, with delicate filigree and swirling designs adorning the band. The ring bears the initials "ZMR" engraved in the band in elegant, flowing letters.The man's ring is simpler in design, but still bears the hallmarks of fine craftsmanship. It is engraved with the initials "HM" in Thalassian script, etched into the band with precision and care. The engravings are small and subtle, but still visible upon closer inspection.Despite the simplicity of the necklace and its components, there is a sense of deep meaning and emotion attached to it. It is clear that these rings represent a powerful bond between two individuals, and that Kaelen holds them close to his heart as a reminder of a love that has been lost.
「 personality & traits 」
Koen is a complex individual with a multifaceted personality. On the surface, he comes across as stoic and withdrawn, keeping his emotions in check and rarely displaying them openly to others. However, beneath this exterior lies a deep well of loyalty, determination, and honor that drive Koen's actions and decisions.
EYES: Blue, sometimes purple dependent on the state of her magic.
HEIGHT: 5′2″
BUILD: Fit, lacking any distinct amount of muscle.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: A necklace is always sitting around her neck, the chain silver while the gemstone is jet black. Spots of red, gold, silver, white, red and blue dot the inside of the gemstone - giving it the appearance of a galaxy.
On her right middle finger sits the Runeara signet ring.
「 personality & traits 」
[Insert small blurb here]
•extroverted / introverted / in between.
•disorganized / organized / in between.
•close minded / open-minded / in between.
•calm / anxious / in between.
•disagreeable / agreeable / in between.
•cautious / reckless / in between.
•patient / impatient / in between.
•outspoken / reserved / in between.
•leader / follower / in between.
•empathetic / indifferent / in between.
•optimistic / pessimistic / in between.
•traditional / modern / in between.
•hard-working / lazy / in between.
•cultured / uncultured / in between.
•loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.
•assertive / timid / in between
「personal information 」
HOBBIES: Writing, tailoring. Plays the piano as well as the harp.
SKILL(S): Shadow, Light, Arcane, Void magic. Skilled with a dagger and rapier. Highly proficient in modern medical technologies.
RESIDENCE: Still residing in Quel’thalas.
BIRTHPLACE: Unknown
AFFILIATIONS: The Order of Midnight, Legionfall, The Dragonlore Enclave (Formerly)
「 relations 」
SPOUSE: Single.
CHILDREN: None.
PARENTS: Deceased.
SIBLINGS: None that she’s aware of.
OTHER RELATIVES: None
PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS:
「 habits & vices」
SMOKING: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
DRUGS: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
ALCOHOL: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / to excess.
「 other/ooc 」
FACE REFERENCE(S): Eliza Taylor
VOICE REFERENCE(S): Eliza Taylor
ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
SERVER: Moonguard (Alliance) AND Wyrmrest Accord (Horde)
