#mciev

[archmage--khadgar]

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

“You’re the third person to say that.”

[frcstwclf-blog]

❝ I’ve known it was waiting for me, but now I’m not sure I can face it. ❞

incarceron starters; ACCEPTING

—–❝Is this not your life’s work?❞ Durotan questioned, graying brows raised in response to her sentiment. In truth, he could understand- when he had been young, he grew knowing the role of CHIEFTAIN would be waiting for him. And yet, when the mantle was placed upon his shoulders, it felt too heavy. He had questioned if the position was ever really meant for him in the first place; but how was he to know if he did not FACE it? The old chieftain stood tall, hoping that perhaps she could draw from his strength.

—– ❝You have spent centuries chasing after HIM. What would those years mean if you turned back now? The lives lost, sacrifices made just to get a single step further?❞Durotan shook his head. ❝You HAVE to face this, Warden. Face it, and you will either emerge victorious or die with honor.❞

[archmage--khadgar]

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Send a "☠" to witness My Muse kill someone. (Closed prompt)The downside to humanity was that not everyone would end up as a good person, let alone a hero. There would always be those who hungered for power, who desired revenge or simply just wanted to cause trouble.  Khadgar didn’t know why this mage of the Kirin Tor had decided to align with the dark forces, but there was too much at stake to properly care. Right now the most important thing was to find out what the mage had learned and what secrets they had divulged to his dark masters. He held the wayward mage in the air with the arcane, a trick that Medivh had used on him more than once in his much younger days. The Archmage was relentless with his questions, he needed to know, he needed to know. And he got carried away.But didn’t catch himself in time.Khadgar did get the answers he wanted. The price was the former Kirin Tor’s life. Khadgar immediately felt a deep regret as the body of the mage fell to the ground with a lifeless thud.  Khadgar dragged a hand down his face and although his glove was clean and smelled only of leather, he still thought the scent of blood was present.Khadgar hadn’t noticed that Maiev was there.

[blacktaloned]

@mciev

»»————-  He sits calmly, still, almost as though he were a statue. Some days are worse than others, but today Illidan could sense the magic thrumming within the concrete floor of his prison. The power of the ancients that guarded this place had a special kind of magic; they often forgot that he was a Night Elf once. He still had a connection with the elements, with nature, even after he had forsaken it. The felfire that usually shines bright behind his blindfold is extinguished as he held this lids closed. He can feel her coming, before he hears her. The soft clicking of her armor against the pavement, the rattling of her blades against her back, the warden sounds more like an amusement than a guard to him. "Maiev," Came the ragged voice, scratchy with disuse. "How kind of you to come and check on me."   ————-««

[archmage--khadgar]

🤕

Khadgar quietly cursed to himself, quickly turning away from Maiev to hide his arm.“Ahh...Warden....Didn’t hear you come in.”

[haevatein-archived]

 @mciev. sc.

“ so-- is that helmet for protecting your eyebrows, or? because it looks a bit silly, really..”

[archmage--khadgar]

“What... is with these people confusing arcane with meat?”

“I honestly have no idea, but it concerns me greatly.”