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[necroarchy]

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|| what is this that  I  C A N ’ T   S E E                   with  ICE COLD HANDS  taking hold of me? ||

     There was a sequence of events which led to this moment.

     “ YOU’RE ENJOYING THIS, I BET. ”

     But he'd rather not tell that story, if it’s all the same. 

     Fifty feet divide him from Jaina Proudmoore, as paltry a separation as they have ever endured. How swiftly he’d like to close the gap, reduce that distance from fifty to forty to none. Let there be not an inch between them, let him gather her into his arms --- or let her embrace him --- he’s not picky on the best of days, and today, right now, considering current circumstances ---

     The branch which bears the brunt of his weight creaks ominously. 

          ( fifty vertical feet divide him from jaina proudmoore... )

     There was a sequence which led to this. If they just... redid the sequence, but backwards...

     “ Can you just say the spell.... backwards? ”

    He did not understand the intricacies of arcane magic particularly well. That might need to be rectified, after this. Presuming there would be an after, of course.

                                            || when  GOD IS GONE  and the  DEVIL  takes hold                                                                    who’ll have  M E R C Y  on your soul? ||

[ira-sturm-archived]

❛ How do you grow so big? Can Neeko do it too? Be tall and strong like ocean storm? Without magic, I mean. With magic, Neeko can be anything! ❜

“I..am just big.  I didn’t quite grow I just am this way.”  She paused, such an uplifting spirit was almost..repulsive to her, but the odd look to this..creature, was enough to keep the oni curious.  “I, don’t know if you can, but if you have magic pertaining to nature, I would assume if you think hard enough and weave it to your will, anything is possible.”  A bit confused by the last bit the chameleon said, but she chose to ignore it for the time being.

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[grandemagistrix]

"Your long-lost bretheren rise from the depths. It will not be long now. Old walls are swiftly falling. Shall I help you to be free from them once again? " (xal)

It will not be long now.

Elisande knew, to the exact second, when Azshara would rise with the old god’s pelagic army. She’d seen it, her glimpse towards the end of one particular thread of time that had her vision drowned beneath a wave of vengeance. She’d seen the light of the depths cast a fanatical glow upon the queen’s face shortly before it’s brightness was devoured by things That Should Not Be.

Her hands grip the railing just a bit tighter, her gaze hardening like a frozen diamond when set towards the relatively calm lap of the ocean’s waves. 

Even without the looming threat of the sea-queen; the blade posed it’s own threat. One that Elisande was not blind to. Had she been the one to unearth the artefact before it found it’s way into the hands of mortals, she would have sealed it away with the others. Locked in time.

But alas, here she was.

And here they were.

“I do not need your help.” she snapped once she found the strength in her voice to answer without it cracking in plea. “From your curse’d kind or from anyone. Azshara’s sights have been set higher than simply avenging wrongs. I am nothing but an insignificant echo of the past and I plan for her to continue seeing me that way.”

After all, if she was wreathed in shadow, Elisande could move easily. Work towards righting an ancient wrong. But.. 

Hope had always been a mortal’s prerogative, not hers.

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