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[revthepunchbear]

Rev’s Blog Roll February 2019!

Alright guys! it’s been amazing so far getting to interact and come to know all you amazing followers! Being just shy of 250 followers now, I wanted to post up my other blogs so that you guys can enjoy more than just Reveria, even if she’s a crowd favorite! So... Without further ado!  World of Warcraft

1) Reveria Shadowsun

This is the blog I focus on the most and if I’m gonna follow you, it’ll come from here! 

Reveria is a kaldorei druidess and the employment liason for Dead Sun Harbor. If you’ve ever had the chance to interact with her you’ll know she’s a fiery woman, loves to laugh and tease, likes having fun, hates being bored, cares so deeply about her friends and those she calls family and... Her own kin come a close second to all this. Often found with @eilitheduskbringer , @velerodra-valesinger, or @fishy-wanderings Rev is usually in the park, near the Lamb, or in some part of Old Town. She’s had quite the journey through life, being a huntress to finding her druidic abilities, moving away from the homeland to Stormwind, bartending, dying... Coming back to life and now she’s with old friends and expecting twins! Rev loves to meet people which always leaves her open to making new friends! 

Last story post: Things to Come...

2) Devastelin Ravensorrow

Devastelin has had a rather tragic life up until now. He's struggled to control the demon he was bound to during his Illidari ritual, often time losing control to the demon completely. However he met @velerodra-valesinger and she set him on the right path to finding a solution. @theshalthera and Dev have come to be together and Le’Rassa is helping Dev even further by walking this journey with him to find a way to suppress his demon forever. He works for Dead Sun Harbor, under Le’Rassa’s command aboard the Harbor’s defense ship ‘Justice.’ Dev’s laid back, for the most part, and easy to approach if you ever feel like it! The guy is a straight up goofball! 

Last story post: Sydryn

3) Sevalysae Ravensorrow

Sevalysae is a hitman, has been for millenia. Her family fell in debt to a highborne crime family and basically sold her off to them to clear the debt. Trained extensively in hand to hand along with ranged weaponry, in recent year Sev has made the switch from bows to guns after the kaldorei found their place in the Alliance. She’s the sister to Devastelin Ravensorrow’s mother, a woman she holds no love for at all. She acted as the mother when the boy used to run away, caring for him more than his birth mother ever did. now she’s on the look out for him, trying to track him down after making her escape from the crime family she’s been indentured to. She won’t be very talkative, as she can’t speak after having her throat torn out but her notebook and pen are always on hand so she can communicate. 

Last story post: A Slave No More...

That’s all for now! I’m sure more will come but for now my focus is on these three characters! Love you guys and thanks for all the support! 

[sevalysae-ravensorrow]

A Slave No More

Millennia. That’s how long she’d been at this. She was tired of this bargain. A lifetime of servitude thanks to parents that had spent their time and effort poorly. Standing in this room now, hands clasped behind her back, she could see the regret but relief on their faces while she was carted off. This room was unfamiliar, someplace new after the burning and loss of Darkshore. 

Across the mahogany desk she stood before, sat Kestriel Arun’Asalathae. The man might be imposing to some, to her though, he was just a man. A man that owned her like a dog. A man that she had no love for. He was currently rambling about something that he wanted done, that she was to do -or else-. After more than eight thousand years of this... Enough was finally enough. She’d come today not for these orders but for something else entirely. 

On the way in she’d spied perhaps ten guards. In the room, another four plus the man before her. As his rambling came to an end, he stared at her expectantly. The fact that she would have normally been pulling out a notebook to write her words in right now gave her the advantage. Moonlit hues stared the man down as slender hands reached into her suit coat, withdrawing dull metal pistols, semi-automatic and in an average caliber by the looks. They’d barely been drawn a second before booming reports echoed out as she gunned down two guards flanking her. With a swift twist of her body, another two roaring shots sounded out, bullets ripping through the heads of the last two guards in the room. 

Keeping one of the pistols trained on Kestrial, Sevalysae kicked a chair against the door, wedging it under the handle. Walking back over to him, she holstered one of the guns, instead pulling out a combat knife. The gun pressed to his temple, the knife to his throat, his laughter brought a pause in her. “Oh, you dumb cunt. You kill me and you’ll never live in peace. They’ll hunt you like the bitch of a dog you are. The council will not let you just fade to shadow...” A huff ripped out of her nostrils, just about the only sound she could make. The butt of her pistol smashed down against his head, a trickle of blood forming from the tear it left behind. 

The knife began to press slowly into his flesh, the sharp edge sawing along as she stared death at the man. What a fitting way to end him. Slit his throat, after he’d taken her voice by doing the same all those millennia ago. She was slow with her work, twisting the blade to inflict the maximum amount of pain. It wasn’t long before she felt a gap and his breath began to gurgle, jugulars and throat sliced to fill his lungs with blood. Hate filled eyes watched him until the very end, until the last burble of blood drowned lungs was heard. She spit on him then, leaving his lifeless corpse as she moved back around the desk to face the door. 

Men had been pounding on it for awhile now, almost breaking the chair that held it in place. stowing her bloody knife, she took careful aim with the one pistol, as she prepared to face the storm to come. There was nothing that would stop her now, she had someone to find... The nephew she thought might be dead, her cunt sister’s bastard son that she loved more than his birth mother. Just this last storm and she’d go searching... Dead Sun she’d heard. Illidari possibly. ‘Devastelin, I’m coming...’ She thought before the door kicked down and the gun bucked in her hand. 

[devastelin-ravensorrow]

Lost and Found

A breeze. The smell of salt water. Creaking wood. Lapping water against piers and ship hulls. Devastelin was sitting near the launch jetty for the longboat back to ‘Justice.’ He wasn’t actually going back but it was a familiar part of the harbor... Someplace he felt a connection. His hands gripped a wooden post, thumbs running over a small carved marking. She’d made that for him so that he knew which jetty was the right one. 

He wasn’t alone right now but it wasn’t Le’Rassa that stood with him as usual. Dressed in a fine suit, smoking a cigarette, was an emerald haired kaldorei woman.  Her moonlit hues looked out over the various ships docked in Dead Sun, though they often stole looks at Devastelin, eyeing him over with something like motherly affection. Dev hadn’t exactly had words after their initial meeting in the Hanged Man. It was just the other day he’d told Le’Rassa he wasn’t sure he’d ever see the woman again. 

The flickering flame of his Fel green eyes finally moved to look at her. He couldn’t see much more than her aura, a faint outline of her form that showed him her basic shape but no details. In his mind, Devastelin was reeling. She’d actually found him. It was bittersweet though because now... he couldn’t exactly hold a conversation with him. His lack of true vision made this painful because everything was a one-sided conversation. Thus he’d fallen into this sullen sort of silence, listening to the sounds around them along with the sound of her inhaling and exhaling the smoke from her cigarette. 

“Fuck...” It was a mumbled whisper as he turned his gaze skyward. “Shal’nar... You found me and... It’s not even like we can have a conversation. I can’t read what you’re writing... Not without enchanted ink.” Sevalysae took a long drag on her cigarette, exhaling slowly before flicking the rest of it into the seawater below. Coming to stand next to the blade dancer, she took up his hand and began to trace letters in his palm. ‘D O N T  B E  F O O L I S H. I L L  G E T  T H E  I N K. I M  J U S T  G L A D  I  F O U N D  Y O U.’ She set her arm about his shoulders after releasing his hand, trying to offer comfort. 

His hand came up to hold the one she had placed on his shoulder, all the while he could smell the familiar scent of cigarettes and incense on her person. “You know... Eilithe could use someone like you. You’d be free here. Slavery in any form isn’t allowed or welcomed here. Could finally do something you wanted to do...” Sevalysae gave his shoulder a squeeze and then a pat before just standing next to him. His chest seemed to heave, though there was no sound from him. Soon the heaving began to turn to shaking before he took a long breath several times to calm himself. Her hand came to run along his horns as if inspecting him. He shied away initially before taking it in stride, letting her see what he’d become since they’d last seen each other. 

“I’m not great to look at... I know.” She reached up and flicked him in the nose angrily. His flaming hues blinked as she took up his palm again. ‘S H E  D O E S N T  S E E M  T O  M I N D.’ A swift yet gentle smack to the back of his head followed, leaving Dev with a stupid smile on his face. “She’s amazing. I’m hoping you two get along. She’s not like any other woman I’ve ever met.” A huff came from Sev’s nose, likely her version of a chuckle or snort. Patting him again, she removed her hands and took out another cigarette, leaving the pair in silence as they looked out over the harbor.  

(Tagging @eilitheduskbringer and @theshalthera for mentions!) 

[sevalysae-ravensorrow]