#lotheria

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Lotheria - My character Draw this in between RP and at the request of a friend. Plus a long over due need to have another ref shot. Pose is 80% ripped from a google image, don’t sue me. I was lazy and this pic was for me. Anyway blood elves to WoW. Lotheria to me.

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For those of you choosing to assist in the medical examinations this will be a provided list of things we will be looking for in our work. Note that you likely should not be performing your own examination so before going about your own it is recommended that you see to yours before or after proceeding check up events so that no one is lost between the cracks and our records stay up to date.

For our check ups This is what we will be looking for:

Previous active duties. Were you in any previous wars or major battles? How long has your service in the Highguard been?

Previous major injuries be it physical, or magical, or mental. Spiritual is applicable however it is not one we will be as easily able to ascertain and most forsaken or risen of any manner fall under that category already.

Any sense of current injuries need to be taken into account as well, this is obvious but needs to be made aware to those conducting examinations. 

Family history is another favored field. In cases of elven inspections, those of high magical aptitude or lack there of can be afflicted by magical diseases for example. This is just for a basic record to see if any hereditary complications would be found in our subjects. 

We will need a listing of allergies and the like for our subjects.

It is also beneficial to screen as well to ascertain our people’s strength and weaknesses in battle. It is in hopes that if we nail some of these notions and ideas that we can better utilize our people to higher efficiency to reduce casualties and damage to our troops.

In  time what we will need to look for will be smaller or lesser depending on new arrivals, new situations and repeat visits.

-Lotheria Sunwhisper

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Medical Files Entry -0-

It has come to my attention as a medical practitioner that there is an overwhelming lack of upkeep on medical filing. Current activity planned is the following day. This proceeding will be a collective get together to forward my plans on how our proceedings will go. Why the check ups, what is intended and see to where our strengths are and the current physical status and mental stability.  With proper practices and information on our own people we might be able to plan ourselves ore effectively to prevent casualties and injuries more so in the long run and better increase our longevity and strength of those we lead. We are never better or worse than those at our sides. We are a people under a banner and I plan to know our fellow man and woman.  Further entry will be a detailed break down of what is being investigated and written down for our check ups. Therefor, all who wish to assist will be able to reference and have quick knowledge of what is to be expected and keep up all abreast of the situation. As well this would be a lovely opportunity to keep an accurate record to be set forth. --Lotheria Sunwhisper

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top 5 favorite IC characters

Hmm…

5. Gonna have to say Aeviana, has such a rough past but through hard work and tenacity rose up to the challenge, or any challenge that faces her.

4. Silane, Because tare and her have become very good friends, plus Ragewang is a very avid rper. Plus, Tare’s teaching her bout the Light!

3. Lotheria, Because Tare and her could almost be brother and sister they have so much in common. IF SHE WOULD EVER RP WIF ME AGAIN!

2. Belaei, because the man behind bel is a very good rper and writer and does what he does so well and even though they don’t see eye to eye, anytime Tare and bel rp it gets very indepth and personal.

1. Going to be super concieted, but Tarenor, because I put so much of work and thought into him, When he’s sad, I feel sad for him. When he’s happy I smirk. And if it wasn’t for RP and Tare, I prolly would have quit WoW soo long ago.

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SO IT IS TMI TUESDAY

Feel free to ask things of Any of my characters

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Quiet Rainy Mornings - RP (Lotheria)

Mira hopped about on the bed almost needily, the purple and blue feathered brat of a hyacinth begging for attention. She chirped away by Lotheria's ear, nipping with her beak gently. Shorand must have been away by now Lotheria had thought since she didn't feel him stir and the warmth in the bed was long gone. It was just her, the brilliant bird and the wandering curious worg pups down below. "Yes... yes little Mira I am awake... " Her hair was tousled from rest, messy and all over the place as waves of black hair seemed to curl now when untamed. Her body catered to a long shim of a gown. Bare feet pressed to cool floorboard making her shiver slightly at the morning chill in the air. Mira twittered about and hopped around her only to fly up to her shoulder to let the crown of feathers nestle into the crook of Lotheria's neck.

Slowly she shuffled down the stairs, looking about for the man she deemed to be her second half, the one she always smiled when seeing so genuinely. Each step reminded her of how tired she was that morning. She felt stiffer than normal but perhaps that was from the rain falling outside, the little pitter patter of raindrops falling from the sky. As her steps made her wander around the banister that lead from the upper floor to the bottom. Her steps were slow and sluggish. She didn't have to be on duty until later in the night and she thanked all mercy for that. To avoid the chilling rain. To avoid snapping on the armour which now felt a bit tighter on her frame. Perhaps the sleeping and the wonderful company of Shorand kept her body from running on fumes and kept it from wasting itself away again. The curves on her body were starting to become apart and was making the plate she wore a little more than restricting. It was all a passing thought really as the creak of a board of wood woke on of the lazy worg pups and made him snuffle up to her, making a tiny little howl for attention. With a groan she'd kneel down and pick him up to kiss a floppy fuzzy puppy ear. "Lonely this morning? I know... he's not around. I'm here though I promise..."

Her hips swayed with the steady steps to the hearth of the home. There was a pan of food there kept warm by the smoldering coals. He'd woken and left her something to eat. The kind man she so loved took the time to think about her in the deep morning hours. Reaching for a mitt she pulled the pan from the fire and set it on the table with utensils and a plate, those notably difficult with a wriggling pup in an arm. Eggs and potatoes... hardy. Simple. Something she felt a craving for this early but couldn't get right to it so early. The moment she went to sit Mira nipped her ear in a firm manner before chirping shrilly. It caused Lotheria to yelp and stand back up, "Yes... yes fine. I'll get your feed first... You silly thing you..." Her slow steps moved her across to the crate in the corner of the room that held the honeyed oats and seed that she's scoop out with a small dish before returning to the table. As she sat she set the dish to the side of her own plate. The moment this occured the bird flittered down and stomped, bobbing her head up and down as if in victory of getting her feed and then hurried to it to... essentially pig out and scarf down what she could, fling little seeds about. Lotheria couldn't help but laugh as she watched the bird and plucked a potato from her plate to feed the pup a piece of which he lapped up eagerly from her fingers. She slumped in her chair then and looked a little tired, more than she usually ever was and it wasn't from th soreness she always felt in her joints and muscles from her work as a militant. her ears twitched to the rain, that must be it, she thought. Must be.

Several minutes would pass, Mira had covered a large area around the dish in seed shells and the pup had long since left to curl up with his brothers and sisters. She sat in her chair more so picking at her food that was now cold. Only a few bites were taken before she food lost it's alluring scent and taste. She sat there thinking instead. Shorand had left so early in the morning, likely before dawn. She figured he was out culling some zandalari like he said he would on his routes. Her fingers padded on the table, worry setting across her face, making that smile slip away and a frown or wory take it's place. "Please be safe... Come back home Sweetling. I know you likely will but I am coming to realize I fear more for you than I initially thought." Lotheria let out a deep sigh releasing much of the pent up tension in herself as she could. It made Mira turn about with ruffled feathers and skitter over, climb up her arm, and nestle at her cheek trying to soothe her worry. "Yes I know my prescious little friend... I am fine..." She finally smiled and slipped out of her chair to stand at the window, watching the falling rain, "... He'll be back with another story and I will have another smile. Promise Mira."

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When the Light Dies, When the Shadow Lives

COMMISSION WORK: FOR MEDAS AU RP STORY - MEDAS/LOTHERIA ________________________________

Lotheria gripped the reigns of her hawkstrider, speeding in to engage the enemy force. This fight required focus of tantamount per portions. It was evident they tried to balance the groups. Placing people with rich combat experience with those of the more tactical or finesse skills... that balance was seen with Lotheria and Medas. The front line battle mender and the rear guard Light caster. She had to keep an eye on him, he was slower and frailer in comparison. His timidity showed in a lot of accounts. The frail man's eyes darted about under the fluff of his pale blonde hair. His ears looked to be wilting in hesitation. She watched him intently. He shouldn't be fighting. She knew it. Damn it she knew he shouldn't be on the front lines yet here he was. That was the cost though, she knew that. You ask for the military's protection then you protect the military and everything else in return. And she watched him now paying his dues...

Their leader of the detachment gave the order, they were clashing now. Lotheria own voice was high and shrill to priece through all the screaming and yelling in the battle already. "MEDAS! Prepare yourself! Show no fear! The moment you do you're done for!" She yanked the reigns again forcing her hawkstrider to bolt forward into the action. he heard Medas in the back trying to call back out to her but his voice was faint and muffled by the din of battle. She couldn't turn back but she heard the urgency in his voice. She couldn't leave him behind when the other four were already into the fray...

Spells flung about haphazardly sheering those who they touched and cutting flesh while the mending lights of others efforted to knit the broken flesh back together as fast as it could but often not fast enough. Blades found flesh more times than not and people cried out in pain. The battle was already a cluster of chaos and she was presented with a choice... leave a few who might be able to walk out unscathed for the most part but might die without her there or go back for Medas, the man who lagged behind... the man who... The choice was obvious. She tugged the hawkstrider to bound back, looking for the frail man in the process. "Medas! Medas where are you!" Then she heard it, a reply somewhere but it was weak and ha to track. "Medas!" No answer. She kept thinking to try again, look harder, be better. Do something! "Medas come on, speak to me!"

And there it was, a reply but she didn't hear what she thought she'd hear. "L-lotheria! I'm here! Here!" And when their eyes caught and she saw him and hear the other half, "WAIT! Lotheria L-Look behi--....!" There was a blinding CRACK of sound and the last thing she could think of was <Why wait I am helping you.> Before it was cut short. Her vision went spotty and blurred and she wavered on her strider. Someone had stricken her in the head. Soon she was falling with a crash to the earth below, her plate reacting violently in the landing and winding her, leaving her breathless. Her thoughts moved at a slower pace now as she listened to the white noise of battle. Everything went at a crawling place as the trickle of doom and dream traced down her spine; a feeling of fearful eternity. She heard it all, the commanding shouts of orders, the chanting of spells, the prayers for mending, the frantic screams of pain and mercy, and Medas. He was yelling her name more fervently than before. But there was something else, the crunching of dirt by her ear from someone standing by her deliberately. He was speaking but it was common. She was too dazed to make sense of it but that didn't matter long. The man was human and he spoke a prayer to her before a blade smashed down and ripped through her armour, piercing her chest. There was no sound, only and exhaling of shock and pain from her. A hand reached up feebly to touch the blade that sat in the center of her chest as her mind race but only in thoughts of wonderment and fear.

She no longer heard anything, the world of vibrance was painted in a monochrome of silence. She didn't hear Medas growl in rage, she didn't notice anything but the sword wedged into her body. Somehow the seconds of eternity lasted longer now and it made her transfixed. Medas on the other hand was a blistering rage of energy, this holy man now tipped off the edge. When his holy magic no matter how hostile he desired it only made those stronger now bent and contorted. His mind was askew as the nature of war and grief brought his balance to a skittering halt. The nature of his holy magic changed as his murmuring prayer for Light's blessing went from benevolent to vicious. The human man that stood above Lotheria was pelted and gorged by holy light, searing him. The human screamed in pain but Medas didn't stop, not when the light scalded him and made his flesh bubble and blister from the magic burns. Another blast of the light struck the man and Medas' voice rang out admonishing him for taking the life of someone so wonderful to him. Another blast, another blood curdling scream. The light he fired slowly went from gold... to white... to grey... to shadow... With every hit he gave to the man was the full discourse of his emotion. Light no longer fell from his finger tips but searing hateful and dark shadow. "You took her from me...! My friend in this life! You dare pray for her while you take her life!" Medas stepped to the man, his footsteps trailing a faint shadow. This frail man acting to ruthless as if he only connection to ever opening up to the word was taken away again, causing him to spiral out of control loosing touch with what made him so holy as is.

At this point the human had fallen to the earth, his body twitching in pain and convulsing as shadows further ate away at his body, tearing away flesh and ending him painfully. Medas stood before him, words hollow, "There is no prayer for you... but I will see to her myself. I will make sure she is treated right where as I hope you linger and feel the pain rip you apart." the kind old Medas was all but forgotten until he felt in beside Lotheria. She was barely still there. Her breath shallow and her eyes barely even open and seeing for the world. "Lotheria... hey... speak to me..." His frail hands grabed the blade in her torso trying to slide it out of her and after some work it was out and he frantically wen to work. His voice whispered a prayer and a hand hovered over the crippling wound. The light came forth but it wasn't kind, it wasn't strong. It seemed to reject and fight Medas' every imploring action, "Please... please... Take care of this woman!" Another breath of a prayer and he tries again only to get the same response, both burning her flesh and causing her more pain. the old man looked down at her, an imploring look in his eyes, "Please don't go... I'm trying and I can't..."

Her lips curled then into her soft smile as strength and blood began to leave her, she was starting to hear a little then but it was nearly muted still, the world a dull roar. "Med...as...?" the words were far more frail than her mending counterpart could ever be. They were the words of someone departing but clinging to stay as long as they could. "... Is that... y..."

"Shhh... " What to do, he kept thinking, what do I do! They were in the middle of war and here he was scalding things he wanted to touch with healing light and painfully burning them and that shadow. But then he felt it, that cold detachment of the Light. He noticed the moment he looked down at Lotheria, her broken body bleading before his and barely concious but yet each time he tried to keep her alive he only burned her skin and wound, making it worse. She had that smile on, the one that always stayed so matter what she did. It broke his heart. His tears began to form and fall, sliding down and dripping onto her plate, "Shh... just be quiet... You'll be okay. I promise... listen to me." He stopped trying to mend her entirely and when he stopped calling on the Light he so desperately needed but eluded him did the shadow return so eagerly to his finger tips.

"Medas... It's quiet..."

"Is it?"He was entertaining her in his last moments. She was broken and entering physical death while he broke and realized his spiritual self was entering that as well. The Light forever forgetting him and him forgetting how to balance himself. But he sure as well wanted her comfortable in these last moments. This was the woman who tended to him, worried for him, took care of him. He was going to very much do the same.

"... Yes... So...Far away... Am I going?" Her voice held this dreafully innocent tone. It signalled she was dying to ask such a thing in such a childish manner, to ask the obvious and no longer be able to recognize the happenings around you.

"You are... but it'll be okay..."

"Pr... omise...? I'll... find... your aunt... my mother... They'll know th..the k...ind man you ar-..." The words crawled and slowed until stopping, half finished and forever unknown. Her breathing stilled and her eyes turned to have a glassy appearance. Something in her spoke dead before the colour even left her cheeks. Medas closed her eyes then, his voice a murur as he gave a prayer again. It was a prayer to usher the dead and ask for them to have extra guidance in the world, a well wish for the departing. It was short and sweet and fully of love for the woman who'd passed on. His frail body went to stand and shuffle on, leaving the battered body behind of Lotheria. In war, he realized now, that frailty costs others their lives... that the dead are forgotten until the battle is over at least... and that we forget the things we grew our life around and it forgets us. His heart hung heavy in his chest as he marched on. The shadows from his footsteps grew more present and coiled about his legs. The shadow lashed out to any who got close now, eating away at flesh and the armour they wore. Medas walked with the powerful mixture of retributions and depression.

In this war Medas learned and forgot a spell of things. He learned the cost of inaction and the nature of war. And with each step into the fray Medas would grow farther forgetting the grace of the Light that touched him and now sat encased in the shadow of his despair and doubt. Not just Lotheria died that day but did he as well. Medas the cleric of the Light no longer wandered the fields. Medas as now someone and something else entirely, a shadow of the dead and of depair and grief.

All was gone for him... All was being forgotten... From simple to large... complex to small... The world stayed it's muted monochrom... It stayed for the dead... it stayed for the wandering and lost one...

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A Tori/Lolo ship would be cute. Liv has now poisoned my mind to this.