#raethor

[earelloxtiruvai]

Taken Unaware-Raethor/Amelia [closed thread]

The mage came to slowly, blinking almost lazily, trying to get rid of the haze that seemed to have settled over his eyes.

Something felt...off, he knew at once, even though his mind seemed to be having a bit of trouble processing what that might be. Strange, Raethor thought, trying to dislodge the odd, unexpected grogginess that seemed to have stolen over him and refused to leave him.

He reached down to his magic, intending to cast a healing spell-he had been drinking the night before, it wasn’t unlikely he might’ve overdone it, even for an elf, he reasoned sleepily. 

And then his eyes flew open, the mage frowning darkly as he was suddenly, unexpectedly appraised of his current situation.

His hands were manacled close together, a length of chain snaking away from them on the hard packed earth beneath him where he sat, back against a tree trunk. His leather armor was gone, but most importantly...he couldn’t summon his magic and it felt like a massive empty space somewhere deep inside him, a fresh wound stealing away his breath.

What the hell had happened? He wondered for a moment, choking down the feeling of nausea the lack of this integral part of his was causing.

Eyes sharp and dark, he glanced at the stranger sitting across the fire from him; a human female, he noted, young even for her kind. Had she somehow caused this? Probably not, she was bound to have a companion with her...and Raethor would tear him apart with his bare hands for this damn indignity.

“I’ll give you exactly ten seconds to get over here and untie me, girl, if you want  yourself and whatever idiot thought this was smart to survive this encounter,” he snapped, his voice sounding raspy, fangs gleaming in the firelight. He felt sick, weak and queasy at the moment, but that didn’t mean he was defenseless. If anything, he was beyond furious.

[earelloxtiruvai]

Ancient Forces-Raethor/Astarte [closed thread]

Raethor hardly noticed the  jagged line of ice trailing after him. If anything, he willed it to grow, carving into the previously pristine marble floors, breaking into the polished stone with an ominous sound that echoed in his wake.

The mage allowed himself a faint, dark shadow of a smirk at that. A pile or remains that had once been the bodies of a small army followed him, hovering in mid-air, tracking ashes and dripping ice to add to the deliberate mess he was creating.

Two large men, armed with spears blocked his path, four more running towards him. He incinerated them with a flick of a finger, piles of ashes topped by their spears all that was left of them.

He had left quite a few of those by the time he reached the woman’s throne room, giving none of it a second look or thought. Others had tried to stop him, as well; her deluded, largely brainwashed into servitude-he suspected, given what he already knew of this, of the one he had come to see-pawns. He didn’t kill those; je left them largely immobilized in icy traps that would take some time to melt. He didn’t intend to be here when that was done.

The woman sat on a richly gilded throne, the entire room covered in gold, making it radiant as the light reflected off every surface. Raethor deposited the pile of remains at the feet of the throne, none too gently, ashes and melting ice staining the gold.

“This is the second time you’ve sent your…pets after me, parasite,” he said, his tone cold and deadly, arcane energy crackling in his violet eyes-he was ready for a fight, if needed, after all, always. “I thought it was only polite to…return your toys to you, though I broke them,” a faint, dark smirk played on his lips. “The next time you do this, I will do worse than this to you.”

[earelloxtiruvai]

Lived long enough to become the villain

Raethor smirked, a deadly, dark smile, his eyes glinting silver, an eerie, otherworldly glow to them as the mage let loose, the small building around him freezing almost solid, a glacier descending upon it and the people trapped within. The mage ignored the pleads for help, even as the ice muffled them. He was doing  these people a favor, he thought coolly, as detached as the ice itself. It was mercy, even, this fate, compared to what the demons of the Legion would do to  them. The Magistrix had been right-she always was-and these people had sought to defy her, risk the deal she had struggled to make with the Legion descending upon their city, their home.They didn’t deserve this mercy. 

The mage frowned as the ones trapped within started banging on the wall of ice; it was futile, he knew that, but apparently they thought otherwise. A quick gesture and the banging stopped. The ones within were now encased in ice, like their home. A quick, merciful death, yes. Much more than they deserved for their treason of Suramar.

[earelloxtiruvai]

❛  i’d  rather  die  on  my  feet  than  live  on  my  knees  .  ❜

The mage rolled his eyes. “Admirable sentiment, if a bit dramatic,” he stated smoothly. “No one is dying here today, though. Not when I’m present,” he smirked. 

“Well...unless we’re the ones doing the killing,” he added smugly a moment later. 

[lady-proudmoore]

Spike her wine with an able amount of mana. Raethor .For science.

@earelloxtiruvai

Jaina rolls her eyes and sighs as she holds her hand up to stop the innkeeper from going to the trouble.

“Don’t mind him, he’s a little less than sober at the moment. A good Kul Tiran rum has proven a bit much for our nightborne visitor,”  she smirks and takes another sip of wine.

“Though his effort has been admirable.”

[earelloxtiruvai]

Jaina holds the light weight bottle upside down and frowns as several drops trickle out. "Why is the rum gone? ....you are aware there's no mana in it, right?" @.raethor :D

The Nightborn gave her a lazy smile at that observation. “Yes, I noticed there was no mana; just as well, I wasn’t trying to get drunk anyway,” he reassured her, though he was well aware of the fact he wasn’t as steady on his feet as he pretended to be. There might be no mana in the drinks here but they were pretty strong-an interesting thing to know and remember, hopefully.

“Is there more then? Of this…rum of yours?”For science.

[earelloxtiruvai]

The mage sighed, wincing at the sort of energy he was easily picking up- no doubt the human female, this 'archmage' he'd heard so much about could too. "You do realize, this vaunted homeland of yours is already...given in to the Old Gods, right?" he asked smoothly, promptly ignoring any and all uncomfortable looks he was getting from the people around them. No one dared venture too close to where he and Archmage Proudmoore stood, he noted; were they concerned about him, he wondered-he had, after all, turned one intrusive guard into a sheep, still bleating across the square, at a safe distance(or so the human thought)- or was it the blonde human with steel in her eyes that kept them at bay. 

Probably a bit of both.

@lady-proudmoore

[earelloxtiruvai]

Shadow and Flame-Raethor/Ben[closed rp]

The mage squinted at the old tome, frowning as he tried to decipher the elegant, if more than a little illegible script in an ancient language no one much used any more. It was bad enough this sort of grimoire existed and it was a voluminous tome too,he thought,only very slightly amused, but they couldn’t make  the writing just a tad bigger? Raethor was under the very distinct suspicion that all the so-called ‘bad luck’ associated with using  this particular book was largely mages with poor eyesight who had misread something...and had died gruesomely because of it.

Raethor glanced up from his reading; he’d got a sudden feeling he was no longer alone in this part of the library and people generally...didn’t venture down this particular wing at all.

But apparently, this one had, he thought, as he noted the younger male watching him from across the quiet niche he had secured for himself earlier today.

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