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it's Soriya from @junoish's Disciples of Chromatica ::3

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For Kirollis: "I like when you're talking about your daughter, Kiro. Always brings the best out of you. Adorable, really."

For Soriya: "Well, I'm not very acquainted but clearly she's a gem. She sounds genuinely sweet, well-meaning, productive. Definitely need more of that sort in the world."

For Korrinth: "You are acquainted, yes? I've not seen her in a time, but she always seemed sharp, resourceful. I have some respect for that."

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[simplysoriya]

The Water Blade of Weishu, Pt.1

“When the world was young and Pandaria was far less peaceful, when legends walked the earth, there were smiths who forged powerful weapons able to harness great strength. Before the days when monks knew how to harness the power of the elements, these forgemasters would create these weapons that would help them channel that power using sacred resources found here in Pandaria itself.”

“Over the years these masters of their craft became rarer and rarer as the need for elemental weapons began to dwindle. An unprecedented era of peace made them obsolete. Their craft no more sought after then for collectors. Their weapons lining display rooms rather than fulfilling their purpose.”

“Eras passed as the practice quietly ended. Only a few today still know the old ways of folding primal powers into steel in such a way to strengthen it’s user. Embolden the wielder to reach new heights. It has been far too long since I’ve seen such.”

“There’s an old Jinyu who lives in the western reaches of Kun-lai, up in the mountains. Weishu is his name. I must warn you that the trek is dangerous and the list of materials not easy to acquire… but if you wish to do this I will give you direction.”

“First you will need Elementium and Ghost Iron ore.”

The first task was easy enough. It wasn’t that she knew many who dug down into mine shafts all day, or even that she knew many who peddled it. Rather it was all about knowing the person who did. 

“Hey dad?” Soriya piped up as the pair idled about the Jade temple.

“Yes muffin?”

She made a face as she reprimanded, “Don’t call me that.”

“Buttercup?”

“No.”

“Sunshine?”

“Okay, but you’re on thin ice.”

With a bright smirk that seemed exclusive to his kid Kirollis dipped his head down to hide it. Unable to deny the little interactions between them that made him happy as they played out on his face. 

“What’s up?” asked Kirollis with no small amount of interest.

“Weeeeell… I need a favor.”

“I kind of figured.”

“Can you get me Ghost Iron and Elementium?” she posed with a bright, toothy smile. Knowing full well his weaknesses and how to work them.

Knitting his brows together in confusion, the rogue gave his daughter a questioning look. Soon, though, his thoughts caught up to him as he mouthed out an ‘ooooooh’. “Is this for your sword?”

“Yeah.”

“You will need a saya to hold the blade, a handle can be fashioned from the same material. Reinforced wood from the Jade Forest will suffice. You will find an old sycamore tree on the northmost mountains with branches plentiful for your needs.”

There was never any coaxing required once someone posed a trip to the Jade Forest. Never a complaint, nor a face made other than a smiling one. Even if there was a task, as a reason for her being there, Soriya never failed to drink in the sights of that ancient emerald forest, or take for granted the beauty of such a place.

The Tideview Thicket up in the northern most part of the forest was known for it’s thick and sturdy trees that stood near the cliffs. Their trunks and branches sturdy enough to stand the coastal wind that whipped up trying to unroot them. Another eternal fight of nature that had been a stalemate save for in hurricane season.

Walking down the beaten dirt path into the clearing, Soriya was instantly drawn to the pandarian well situated into the cliff face. It’s flat stones were carefully placed one after another until the enclosure was made, spouting water from a koi fish statue atop. Covered in trinkets from travellers, whether it was the paper lanterns with the soft orange glow, or the small bonsai trees carefully curated, or the thoughtful scrolls left for whoever would later find them. Littering the peaceful area and added some local personality.

Pulling a silver coin from her pocket, she tossed it haphazardly into the water with a ploop. Tightly squeezing her eyes shut, “I wish this was an easy task.” said Soriya under her breath.

Tipping her head back as she smiled on the simple wish, she was only greeted with the exact opposite as she reopened her eyes. Greeted with only the sight of a great sycamore tree perched up atop one of the mountain's pillars. 

A laughing sigh pushed past her lips, “It’s never easy.” a jokingly defeated tone was laced in her words as she hung her head dejectedly.

Squaring up against the rock wall with her head directed up the near ten feet it would take to reach the clearing. Palms first she grasped onto a jutting rock, planting herself before her foot hiked up to find it’s own placement. Teal eyes scanned and searched for the next hold as she hoisted herself up step by step until she reached the plateau in question.

“Pure water from the Spring Eternal in the Terrace is an important ingredient.” 

The Terrace of Endless Spring was a sanctuary in Pandaria. It was one of the few sacred locales. It was here that the Pandaran Emperor summoned the fabled mists that coated all of Pandaria, leaving it obscured to legend as far as the outside world was concerned. The very same staff he used to achieve such a feat had been stored there for generations.

It was one of the more ornate structures the land had to offer. With large spanning terraces over a sparkling lake like stages. Running water flanking the walls that encircled, endlessly running down like sheets.

She hadn’t  been to the Terrace since the Sha had infested the countryside. Only those usually with official business could walk the grounds, especially after the destruction and recovery efforts that were still in place years later. But with everything happening in the Vale of Eternal Blossom? The guards were left woefully understaffed.

“Hey, so, I need to get in there.” Soriya said with a bright smile as she approached the lone Pandarian left to watch over the place. Sending her pointer finger to inchworm toward the large gated door.

Gruffly the guard replied, “Nobody may enter without proper clearance.”

Disappointed by the straight denial given, Soriya tugged her lips to one side, “Grandmaster Zheng sent me to go get some water for a project he’s working on.” Tipping her head to the side in faux consideration she pondered aloud, “I mean I guess I could tell him I couldn’t get in. Maybe he would give me a written letter or something.”

“Zheng?” The guard repeated with the hitch of worry in his voice. “Oh, no no. That wont be necessary. Make it quick though, please.”

With a confident smile that her ruse had worked, Soriya skipped right past the guard, through the archways, and started down the massive steps that led to the first level of the spring.

It didn’t take her long to collect a small vial of the clearest water she had ever seen. Hanging herself from the edges of the stage as she plunged the container beneath the surface.

“Finally you will need a Koi fish.”

“A Koi?” Soriya repeated with her auburn brows knit.

“Yes.”

“What component of a sword does that make?” She questioned.

“It is not for me to say. Only Weishu can tell you what the Koi is for. But I must warn you that it will not be an easy task. Travelling with a live fish up a frozen mountain will bring with it many challenges.”

He was right to warn her, of course, as she felt the biting mountain air found nowhere to break once the summit was reached. Draining all the warmth from her cheeks until that cold seeped into her bones, despite bundling against this very thing.

A wicker basket was strapped to her back as she trudged through the snow covered mountain peaks. The hardest part was finding a way to keep the Koi inside warm. With smooth stones enchanted for heating and insulation between the wicker and the lining within was enough to keep the fish alive. But it was a progressive challenge where several times she had to rearrange the stones, adding or subtracting depending on the weather and conditions of her hike.

Though she wouldn’t let the challenge stop her, if anything it made her push harder into the frozen tundra of Pandaria where few ventured. 

As much as she wanted to dwell on the events of the Vale, the journey through Pandaria evoked emotions within her that she hadn’t felt since her first time wandering the island. Slowly she began to realize that this task may not have been about a weapon, entirely, but instead a tour to remind her what she was fighting for.

Abruptly a collection of harrowing howls rumbled and echoed from the mountain, shaking the monk from her abstract thoughts. 

Teal eyes scanned over the hills nearest to her, finding nothing there. Even if she knew exactly what it was. It wasn’t the first time Soriya had tangled with aggressive local wildlife. She knew the howl of wolves, even if she couldn’t see them.

Slowly and deliberately Soriya reached her hand back to remove the bo-staff she had brought with her as the first of the pack emerged from behind a snow bank. 

Black fur and a drooling snarl to display it’s teeth toward the perceived prey. Lanky and gangling the scrawny wolf hadn’t looked like it had eaten in months. Muscles and sinew clung to the bone as if it would fall off if not. The winter must have been tough for the out of place pack.

Stepping forward to charge the wolf, Soriya was halted only by the sound of sloshing water from behind her. Stupid, she thought, quickly realizing that the normal acrobatics of her fighting style wouldn’t save the Koi from flying out of it’s new found home. She would have to be slow, let them come to her.

A second wolf appeared from behind her, snarling a growl that caused the monk to look over her shoulder.

With her attention shifted, the first wolf began to gallop toward her.

Focus… she thought to herself. Her eyes snapping back to the charging beast.

Firmly she planted the pole-arm into the soft snow. Waiting for her opportunity… and when the wolf was close enough, a foot shot out to kick the bottom of the bar. Sending it’s blunt but weighted edge timed perfectly to crop up right under the wolves jaw, forcing that snarling maw closed as the creature flipped backward with the weight behind the strike.

The second wolf joined the fray, rushing to come at her from behind. This time Soriya was ready, her staff already flowing around in circular patterns- the momentum never seeming to cease.

With her hand gripped firmly at one edge of the staff, Soriya used the ball of her foot to pivot in a circle as the staff followed along in her arc, extended out a safe distance from her only to catch that second wolf right in the side of the head and forcing it to abandon it’s charge.

“We can’t like talk this over right? I might have some jerky in my pack. I promise I don’t taste all that good.” Her joking pleas fell on deaf ears as the wolves both recovered to all fours with a rolling growl.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Once more the wolves sought to make a meal of the monk as they leapt at her in opposite directions. Soriya proved to be too quick as she ducked beneath the rabid leaps, using her staff as a lever to knock both animals in the snout and away from landing on her. Producing a pained cry from either.

Sloshing of fresh water against the snow once more reminded her of her task, and how close she was to completing it. How she would have to go all the way back down the mountain just to retrieve another Koi, only to come right back up with it. An outcome she would avoid if she could. She knew she had to end this quickly.

Rearing back to a standing position she once more twirled her staff. This time using the butted ends of them to send a piercing strike between the closest wolves eyes. Sending the creature reeling as it shrunk back away from it’s target.

The second wolf, however, was far more cunning as it slipped in quietly to sink it’s fangs into her shin.

Soriya yelped out in pain, “Gah! FUuuuuu…-” biting her lip to prevent the pain as the wolf squeezed tighter on it’s latch.

“Let go!” She shouted as she hiked her staff above her head to slam down onto the wolf. Yet it still didn’t release it’s grasp on her. 

Meanwhile the second wolf, recovered now from the harrowing hit to face, receded back to it’s haunches before leaping at the monk. Razor sharp claws drawing blood in four distinct lines of her shoulder blade.

Soriya was pushed forward. Feeling wet on her back it didn’t take long for her to figure that the basket she carried once more spilled from the crease between the lid and container. The moisture was already growing cold as it seeped into her armor uncomfortably.

She knew she had to do something. There was no way she could keep this up while keeping the Koi safe. She had to end the encounter, and end it quickly. Stabbing her staff into the ground the monk took on a fighting stance.

One wolf mimic’d her as it bore it’s fangs in her direction. Leaping soon after to try and tackle down the monk and leave her at the mercy of it’s biting fangs. 

This time, however, Soriya saw it coming. A new look of focus on her face as she sidestepped the wolf. Hands as fast as lightening as she grappled the nape of it’s neck before sending a punch charged with the white outline of chi into it’s side with a bone cracking sound.

It lurched backward, wounded and without interest in the far too difficult food. Stumbling and limping away from the area. The second wolf, watching as the undoubted alpha whimpered away seemed to follow in suit. Luckily for her, it released her shin right then and there.

Her guard was still up, waiting, watching as the pair of wolves scampered with their tails between their legs. 

An exasperated breath was blown through her lips with an uncaring raspberry that was far from intentional. Letting her hands drop back down to her sides the monk caught her breath before checking on the Koi, two hands reaching backward to find the bottom of the basket before she gave it a weight check.

“Do you see what I do for you Icabob? Do you see this hard work I’m putting in just so you can see the top of a mountain? You better appreciate this.” She spoke directly to the fish itself, which, apparently she had named Icabob in their travels together. 

[asharinhun]

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Continued from here.

Shar nodded with relief once Soriya accepted the offer, but her brows furrowed at the mention of internal damage. “To be honest, I don’t know all the details... maybe I will ask the priestess when she returns. She only made me aware of the numerous fractures, and that most of them are healed but I will be sore and weak for days.” Displeasure was clear in her tone, but there was no helping it.

“The thing is, I can’t even push myself up without help yet, so I was glad when you helped with that.” The nightborne exhaled and tried to sit up, but failed. “See? I’m not playing that, and I would really like to read. It helps keeping my mind occupied so I don’t get bored to death.” Boredom was one reason, the  constant reminder of how close she came to death was another. “Uhh, then I really don’t want to know how bad my left arm is, if this is the dulled version...”

“Yeah, I don’t want to see combat from up close anytime soon... maybe not ever.” The last part was little more than a whisper to herself. “Wards, huh? That’s actually not a bad idea, though I guess a lot will depend on the specifications. You see, my main area of expertise is sensor-type arcane magic, so mainly stuff to detect illusions, intruders, that sort of stuff, but mostly on small scale. I suppose I could help if there is someone explaining the process...” Sharyssa scratched her chin, she was completely caught up in the idea so far to even ignore Sori’s existence for a moment.

“Oh well, that’s a problem for when I can actually get around on my own...” The arcanist looked at the sin’dorei again and felt her cheeks darkening once more, for she had no idea how long she had been rambling on. “Uh, sorry, my mind went a bit overdrive there.” A chuckle escaped her lips before becoming a touch more serious. “As a healer, you can assess the extent of my injuries. Aside from my left arm, can you tell me your estimation on how long until I can actually stand and move on my own? It’s not that I don’t trust the priestess, I would just like a second opinion.”

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Romena and @simplysoriya just having some beach fun! Amazing art by @art-zoratrix​

Aaaaand AU with a trip to a nude beach under the cut!

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Sharyssa let out a long sigh she regretted right away as the dull ache in her side grew stronger. Her cracked ribs, along with the rest of the many broken bones in her body were on the mend, but she still felt sore all over. She was lucky to be alive, and she knew it, still confined to bed rest for at least another day or two.

She sighed again while finally putting on her eyepatch with one hand, a feat the defeated her the first time she tried that morning with her left arm and hand still in a massive splint supported by the sling, the tip of her fingers were barely visible. Her shattered wrist was the worst injury she suffered, and the only break nasty enough to make even the healers argue whether to mend completely or only set and wait for a few days and re-examine it. In the end they decided on the latter.

Gritting her teeth, Shar tried to push herself into sitting position, only to slump back in defeat. She bit her lip in frustration while tears rolled from her eye freely. When she heard the noise of someone opening the door, she tried to quickly wipe those away, but the identity of her unexpected visitor made the arcanist freeze. After a moment of silence she moved her hand away from her face and raised it weakly in greeting. “Hey...”

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Reprieve from Chaos Pt. 2

{Directly following Reprieve from Chaos}

“So… are you going to do it?”

“Can’t. How could I in good faith leave you here to terrorize the nursing staff? Who’s going to look after your treatment?”

“I’ll be fine, Sori. This isn’t my first time in a recovery bed you know.”

“Yeah? So you’re not going to run off any of the nice people here helping you recover? No more shitty pranks like lowering your heart rate? Or harassing people to get you pudding that you then refuse to eat?”

Kirollis shifted his eyes to the side with the clear cut look of guilt written on his features. “...that was just the one time.”

“We both know that was not just once, Kirollis.” Soriya chastised in a lighthearted tone. “You’re a handful, don’t try and deny it. I know what you’re like when you get bored.”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t pinch me again.”

“No promises.”

Silence filled the space between them. 

Covered in bandages and wraps, Kirollis struggled to sit up despite the nagging injury. Most of his body had been healed, it was the internals that needed a second look and more rest time. But it didn’t stop the soreness from seeping through from within, causing him to clutch at his abdomen as he slowly slid his legs to hang off the cot.

“Seriously though…”

“I was being serious; You’re a pain in the ass.” said Soriya with a smirk that went unseen with her back turned to him. Busying herself with tending to the plants that flanked her room at the temple.

“I spoke to Zheng.”

“I know.”

“If he wants to help you get stronger… I don’t understand why you wouldn’t go for it. It’s not like i’m going to rot here. I’ll be fine without you for a week or however long it takes.”

Soriya stopped, placing the watering pot down on the dresser in front of her. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, a peeved face came once she noticed Kirollis’ new sitting position. “Dad, I literally know how to make you a limp noodle. If you’re not going to listen to the healers I will pressure point you.” She warned.

With both hands up and palms facing out Kirollis quickly conceded, “I’m not trying to cause trouble just give me like five minutes, alright? I think my bedsores are getting bedsores.”

An airy chuckle escaped her as she softly nodded her head. “Fine. Five minutes.”

Silence came to fill the air once more.

“You know it’s like my whole job as an agent to know when people are deflecting. Also, kind of my job as a dad to know when my daughter’s leaving something out.”

Soriya didn’t reply right away, instead tucking her chin toward her chest as she contemplated it further.

“...and if this thing wants you dead, and I can’t kill it on my own, why wouldn’t you want a sword that might help you tip the tides.” His turn of phrase intentional.

“Because it’s…” A pause filled their conversation, but Kirollis patiently waited.

“It’s not what I signed up for.”

Furrowing his brow in confusion Kirollis asked, “Beating by evil at the gates? Pretty sure you ran right toward it this time.”

“I… did. I am. But a sword? I’m not a killer.” The admission came in a huff, though the actual answer was ever elusive.

“So… you don’t want a tool that will help you fight back against the evil out there? You told me once that it feels like you can’t do enough. Maybe this will fix that. Sori if there’s one person I’m not worried about having a weapon? It’s you. You’ll use it for the right reasons- I believe that.”

“Dad, don’t you think this is dangerously close to the one thing you swore would never happen? I thought you wanted a kid who stayed out of it all.”

Kirollis blinked a few times in surprise as his jaw hung open a slight. The obvious answer right in front of him the entire time only shifted that expression to hurt. “Sori…” He spoke in a softer tone before reaching out to grasp at her wrist and finally pull her attention to him.

Even so she still looked away.

“When you talk about mom you always say how you wanted to get me away from this life. That that’s why you wanted to run away… I…” She hesitated.

“Soriya…” Kirollis’ concerned only deepend in tone.

“I don’t want to make mom's death for nothing….” She finally admitted with a hint of shame.

The rogue was at a loss for words. Silently he sat with an ever contemplative face that seemed to shift to the full-range of emotions he felt. Anger at himself. Grief over their loss, and how it affected Soriya in ways she never spoke of.

Pulling her closer he firmly planted both hands on her shoulders, “Soriya, look at me.”

While she refused at first, those seafoam colored eyes eventually shifted to meet her fathers.

“What happened to your mother is not your fault.” Kirollis stated with little room for debate. “It wasn’t something that should have happened to anyone. Least of all not her. Least of all not you.” Gripping tighter on her shoulders he continued, “What we wanted was to give you a life that wasn’t… that wasn’t so difficult. So lined with death and despair. We wanted you to have a childhood, we wanted you to be able to be a kid.”

“Soriya… I was afraid you would turn out to be like me. I think I realized too late that it was never an ideal that your mother and I shared.” With a heartfelt smile he added, “I don’t think she was scared of you becoming like me. I think she knew you would be better if we could just give you the chance to be. And part of me thinks that your mom knew the risks and did it anyways so you could have that chance.”

Tears welled at the bottom crease of her eyelid. Though the monk remained silent through the speech and after.

“You’re one of the best people I have ever met in my entire life, and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that one of the most important people in my life -is- proud of you. That it wasn’t for nothing… because if the tragedy we endured led to you having the life you do now…? I don’t think I would change it for the world. The world desperately needs people like you.” 

“You wont end up like I did. You’re already better than I am. I only ever wanted you to be able to choose the life you wanted.” He continued.

There were no words to express that would sum up how she felt in that moment. The worry that lifted from her shoulders as one thing that always sat on her mind was finally relieved. That she had Kirollis’ blessing to pursue heroism and not be reminded of her mothers sacrifice anytime it got too hard. There was nothing that she could say to him, then and there, that would express it. Simply she leaned forward to wrap her arms around his chest as her face cradled against his neck and shoulder. 

Soft whimpers escaped her, and he could feel the warm moisture of freshly squeezed tears. But Kirollis said nothing. Only reciprocating the hug tightly.

“And when you do get your sword… I’ll show you how to use it properly.” He finally spoke after the weight of their conversation settled.

“But you said..-”

“I changed my mind.” interrupted Kirollis, pulling back only to offer up a gentle smile.

“There is one more favor you could do for me if I’m planning on going for this.” Soriya added with some hesitation

“Name it.”

“Elementium and ghost iron ore.”

Kirollis’ brow perked in curiosity before a silent ‘Ah’ pushed passed his lips in understanding. “I think I can manage that.”

“By the way? It’s been longer then five minutes.”

“Sue me.”