#sindoreisisters

[ofreminiscentflames-blog]

[// auction house dance shenanigans w/ @pitiflame and @sindoreisisters !! Including kael falling out of the sky and rommath dancing next to his corpse lmao

[archmage--khadgar]

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Headcanon: The scars on Khadgar’s face come from what should have been a fatal wound after closing the dark portal from Outlands. But A’dal resurrected him, knowing how vital it was for Khadgar to live. This confused Khadgar, because of the vision he had had in Karazhan had led him to believe that death was his destiny. A’dal poo-pooed this, stating that: “Death is inevitable, but never an indication of your ultimate fate.”Although cautious of the safety of others, Khadgar now no longer sees death as an ending to be feared and avoided and instead has gotten a bit more reckless with his own life over the years.

[elendeare]

@sindoreisisters

[blccdstalker-a-blog]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE WAY THIS CAME OUT. I LOVE AMARNA SO MUCH, OKAY. @sindoreisisters is such a b a e and I hoP E YOU LOV E HER TOO

[verosmoonshine-blog]

Do they think they have mastered their chosen career/trade skills? Have they truly?

Warcraft-influenced Asks collection

Veros has most certainly mastered the art of arcane, but he would never regard himself that way. In his eyes, there is always so much to be learned, so much to be gained, and you never truly stop being a student of such a world filled with so much knowledge and insight. He feels he can never truly master anything, unless he were to somehow learn everything there is out there. But he is confident in his abilities at least.

[lady-proudmoore]

Three of Jaina’s younger, male apprentices looked around the doorframe of her study. “Lady Jaina, sorry to bother you,” one of them interjected. “But do you happen to know when Lady Eryis will be coming back?”

Jaina lifted her sapphire eyes from the scroll she was translating to stare at them. In her compassion, she gifted the trio her favor of a few more moments of peace. Mere seconds to continue living within the quiet comfort of innocent, infatuated bliss over her friend, who, she would be sure to polymorph into the most beautiful of lambs the next time she strutted her admirably distracting elvish form inside her city.

“Damn it,” she thinks. How many times had she requested that Eyris tone down her flirtations towards the young apprentices. It was cruel, to tease them so.

Feigning an equal sense of concern on the issue, Jaina clears her throat, sets down her scroll and casually stands up from her desk chair.

“Gentlemen,” She smiled, her voice sweet like nectar.

“I’m afraid I remain as ignorant as you in regards to the next time our lovely friend Eyris Embersinger may grace us with her presence.”

She watched their faces grow solemn before her own expression suddenly hardened and her smile twisted into a scowl as she glared at them. Her cold tone implied that her patience was limited.

“What does concern me, however, is the state of your health. Surely, all three of you fell and smacked your heads on the pavement in your rush to get here. Because I am quite confident you would not be standing in my doorway at this time, expending energy inquiring about the visitation schedule of my friend, when I have, if I do recall correctly, given you each multiple tasks of exceedingly greater importance to complete - TWO of which were due YESTERDAY! And yet I am still anxiously awaiting each of your reports!” 

One of them bravely raised his hand to speak and she cut him off -

“I am not interested in the details of your incompetence!! Perhaps a week cleaning the latrines in the Violent Hold would help you to focus on the relevant tasks at hand!?”

 The aura of their fear was palpable as they stood frozen in place, staring at her.

“YES! By all means, continue to move at a glacial pace!! You know how this pleases me!”

They scrambled, tripping over themselves and glancing back at the archmage in terror before managing to get up and race down the hall as fast as they could. 

She smiled as she listened to them blame each other for the idea of coming to ask her. 

And silently, she cursed Eyris again for tormenting her sweet apprentices.

@sindoreisisters

[thuashdore]

continued bc why not // @sindoreisisters

The warlock stared at the elf in front of her. It was odd to see a former high elf paladin so far from any Alliance cities by themselves. Eryis didn’t feel a threat from the girl but she also wasn’t going to let her guard down, either. 

“You’re right,” she replied simply. “But that is what is coming. Surly you can feel it?” She tilted her head in mild amusement. “They will not stop fighting until there is nothing left and they are too blind to see it.” 

        ❝  you  would  think  previous  experience  would  make  people  more...  aware  of  their  surroundings,  to  put  it  politely.  I  don’t  think  the  conversation  would  be  warranted  if  people  were  able  do  actually  do  that,  however.  alas...  I  suppose  they’ve  their  reasons,  even  if  it  clouds  their  vision.  ❞

       silence  soon  followed;  the  paladin  allowed  it  to,  and  it  seemed  the  other  was  at  least  tolerable  of  her  company.  enough  to  stay,  of  course.  within  the  quiet  there  lay  a  moment  of  recognition  for  Dawnstrider.  her  head  tilted;  brows  knitted  curiously  as  she  hummed.  ❝  I  believe  we’ve  met  previously,  no?  were  you  not  the  warlock  tasked  to  help  with  the  cursed  chest  upon  the  shore?  I  specifically  remember  your  scolding.  ❞  a  grin  followed  her  words,  highlighting  her  playful  intent.

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       “You and I BOTH know --” the princess began, solemnness etched deep in her face with knitted brows and the downward curl of her lips, “-- that as long as my father has any sway over the boy king, our kind will not be unified. Neither of us should linger here. Wolves oft have no time for justice.”