@ofsuramar liked for a starter!
suramar was stunning.
standing in the shadows of the city, a mere fraction of the former might of the kaldorei empire, he was suddenly humbled to remember that his ancestors had once made the decision to leave this great city.
yes, the theron bloodline had come from suramar. he was lucky he could trace his lineage so far back. hell, most blood elves couldn’t even find their homes from before the scourge, only 15 years earlier. and here he was, gloved hand pressed against a tall and proud building. ‘theron’s odds and ends’. a small snort escaped lor’themar. of course his ancestors had still been merchants. this block of the city had long since been abandoned, frozen in time as if the shattering had simply put a pause on things.
turning back to his gracious host, lor’themar gave a small smile. he had not been given the chance to meet her before this, his only experience having been marching on suramar during the legion invasion, together with the quel’dorei and the kaldorei. now that the war was finally over, he had been invited alongside tyrande and several other elfs to visit. while tyrande had stormed off after comparing thalyssra to azshara, lor’themar had quietly remained.
“... i for one am excited and hopeful to see where the future will lead your people. ten thousand years you have been here. in spite of everything you may hear, it truly is a beautiful world out there.”
though could anything compare to this?
