#risri

[risrielthron]

Risri and Iferhi by @seraphsolastra

[the-royal-courier]

Storytelling Contest at The World’s Faire Carnival

On Wednesday evening, people gathered from across Azeroth to visit the World’s Faire Carnival. As night fell across the desert landscape, four intrepid storytellers came forth to compete for prizes. Telling tales of comedy and tragedy all deserved to be recognized and so please see the special insert with all four stories shared here for you dear readers.

(Click here to read the winning stories as well as the other two shared: https://the-royal-courier.tumblr.com/wfc2020contest)

@worlds-faire-carnival​

[seraphsolastra]

A little surprise redraw piece of Risri meeting my special little flutter ! (psst its an early birthday present for @risrielthron)

[kay-cin]

Requested by @risrielthron of Risri and Dragaur. Hope ya like it!

[noonmutter]

Let’s do the wtf time dream :)

oh crap oh crap oh crap oh cra

“it’s coming back!”

“RUNNIN’ DOESN’T WORK! HIDE!”

Frantic, they dove behind a solitary cupcake, staring across the room in something approximating fear. The tiny confection dutifully protected them, and they were certain they would not be noticed as long as their toes were hidden.

A flash nearly blinded them, but the ascending whine that preceded it gave them enough warning to look away. Cowering in one another’s arms, the worgen and the elf turned back to see the Snapper slide into view, trailing an endless string of negatives and choking on its own attempts to print.

It turned to face them, but after a heart-stopping few seconds, it turned away again, deceived by the mighty cupcake.

Another flash, and a dozen white-bordered photos of various thumbs, blurry faces, walls and ceilings fell to the floor, as the great camera left the room.

They shuddered, then Risri leaned down and picked up the cupcake.

“Saved again.”

( @risrielthron )

[risrielthron]

And a little Risri from a guild member

[risrielthron]

Risri Elthron

“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever…It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

Name: Risri Elthron Nickname: Ris, Big Bear Race: Kaldorei FC: Erica Cerra Language(s): Common, Darnassian, Thalassian and some Orcish. Height: 6′2″ Body Type: Lean, fit. Eye Color: Silver Hair Color: Purple Age: 415 Notable Scars, Marks, etc: None. Tattoos/Piercings: Claw tattoos on her face. First Appearances: She always appears very well put together, always has a notebook and her camera.

Personality: The Consul (ESFJ-A). Consuls are altruists, and they take seriously their responsibility to help and to do the right thing. Consuls love to be of service, enjoying any role that allows them to participate in a meaningful way, so long as they know that they are valued and appreciated. Consul personalities respect hierarchy, and do their best to position themselves with some authority, at home and at work, which allows them to keep things clear, stable and organized for everyone.

Can Currently Be Found In: Stormwind, occasionally on her travels for photography reasons can be found anywhere in Azeroth

OOC INFORMATION:

What I’m Looking For: Character progression as well as story/plot progression. Friendships or hateships are good! Pre-established relationships are okay, just chat with me first. Fandom: World of Warcraft. Sole Faction or Cross-Faction: Sole Faction. Faction I Play: Alliance. Server: Wyrmrest Accord Venues I Actively Roleplay In:  Discord, Tumblr, and in game Favorite Type of RP: Friendship, Adventure, Small Social Circles Triggers: I do not condone any sexual harm to a minor. Period. Things I Will Not RP: Ultra-taboo, degradation, explicit content with minors. RP Strong Points: I am usually good about giving you something to play off of, whether it be a question or action. I typically write paragraphs but I don’t care if you do or not. I don’t usually put a lot of filler words in. RP Weak Points: I get anxious when more than three people sometimes. I can sometimes slow down an RP because I’m typing a response. I feel I am horrible with rapid fire RP.  What To Expect:  A very calm disposition, friendly, quiet most of the time. Where I RP: Prefer in-game or discord depending on the availability/content. Will do tumblr as well.

Shadowlands:  Risri is not IC in the Shadowlands and has not been there. Dragonflight:  Risri might be found in the Isles, especially around the Green Dragonflight areas.

RP HOOKS:

A Moment in Time: Risri owns a little photography studio on the canal side of the Trade District in Stormwind. Visitors would find photographs she has taken at events and around the worlds on the walls up for display or purchase (mostly landscapes for purchase).  She also does photo shoots in her studio (think family portrait).  She can be hired to take photos for events (she had done several weddings) or even for special reasons.  This is the perfect venue to meet Risri whether you’re just browsing or coming in to schedule something in particular.

Cenarion Circle: Risri is a member of the Cenarion Circle. Anyone who is a member could know Risri or know of her. She became a druid with the circle about 100 years ago. Druid things are always welcome whether its teaching or just chatting about events.

Other ideas:  Risri once ran @the-royal-courier​  many people know of her from those days, its okay to be one of them without chatting to me first. She often wanders taking photos out in the city, maybe she snapped one of you - its perfectly fine to question or even be angry that she did so, or even ask for a copy!

Art credit: 1st: @BBergolts on twitter, 2nd: @MischiArt on twitter, 3rd: @thedawnsart​

[risrielthron]

A Day of Remembrance

Over 400 years had passed since the death of her father. Just under five years had passed since her mother had disappeared into the portal going to the shadowlands. As twilight settled upon this day of the dead, Risri could be found flying toward the graveyard where her father’s body rested. It was tradition to come to Ashenvale, to pay respects, to feel his presence, to feel closer to the man she only vaguely remembered, most of her knowledge of the man he was from his writings and her mother’s stories. 

Every year of her life, this day had seen her and her mother traveling to his grave. To lay flowers and rice cakes on his grave. In the past she had spent time talking to her father about her thoughts and life. Today she sat at his grave messing with the flowers she’d brought and thinking of her mother. No words left her lips, just the sound of the surrounding forest and an occasional sound of another visiting this old site. 

Her mother had gone shortly before the sky in Northrend had mended. The portal had been shut down. The veil closed and now her mother was lost on the other side. Risri wondered if she’d found her father’s soul. If somehow the two had been reunited. She hoped so. She prayed to Elune and the rest of the gods that it was true. That if she’d had to lose her mother this way she could take solace in the idea they were together again. 

Those who’d  crossed into the lands beyond the veil and returned had seemed changed. Risri had been asked to go and record with her camera but the elf had refused something telling her not to go, not to cross to that land beyond. Now she wondered if she should have gone when she could have. 

Footsteps nearby drew the elf from her thoughts and she glanced over to see a small family of Kaldorei. The children carried bouquets, two older elves knelt next to a well tended grave. She could barely hear the words uttered as they distributed their gifts for the dead loved one. Risri’s gaze shifted back to her father’s stone. The owl carved into the stone weathered but still discernible as such had her reaching out to trace the outline. It was then that the dam broke and words began to filter out from the elf. 

She sat next to her father’s grave and spoke to both of her parents. Feelings and hopes for the future fluttered from her lips. Late into the evening, the one-sided conversation continued until her voice grew hoarse and she finally trailed off. A hand moved one more of the marigold’s brought to the head of the gravesite. The other pushed into the ground and aided with pushing the elf up. She brushed at her skirts and took one last look around the site. 

A soft word in Darnassian and the purple feathered form was gained, a flap of wings sending her up into the skies of Ashenvale. One last circle of the graveyard and then she was off toward Astranaar and a mage to send her back to Stormwind.  Another year marked of remembrance and reflection, another year of being the last of her family.