#sunwalker dezco

[lambylingames]

i used your cute glowing color style, captaindazya,  对不起 . u__u

[polymorph-naga]

I really don't like Sunwalker Dezco's repeatable tavern quest. It's depressing and it just screams "We had no idea what to do with this character!"

Please Blizzard, throw him a bone, he lost his wife and both his children already and it's painful to see him lose his mind as well.

[theaurgold]

According to Google search, people search for the Light before they search for other faiths.

So I made a little something for all the Paladins out there, oversized shoulder-pads included.

[dravvie]

7.Favorite Male Character-Sunwalker Dezco

"Every morning, An'she bleeds," Dezco continued. "He sacrifices part of his light to let us know that dawn is coming. But he doesn't do this alone. The yeena'e help him. Your mother helps him."

Credit: x

[destinyeclipsed]

Mai Zombie Writing Prompt - #3 – Making History

World/Setting: World of Warcraft – Gate of the August Celestials, Kun-Lai Summit, Pandaria

Characters: Anduin Wrynn, Sunwalker Dezco, The August Celestials, unnamed Faction OCs

The first thing the Prince of Stormwind noticed as he approached the Gate of the August Celestials was the sheer size of the gates. He barely noticed the piles of rubble on either side of the paved courtyard – or former courtyard. But the gate itself stood tall, untarnished from time. Two watchtowers stood atop the wall, their rooftops colored the same gold as the gate itself, two large, several story doors, flanked by two sets immense Mogu warrior statues, holding maces far larger than the prince himself. He noticed the one on the far left was nothing more than stone feet on a pedestal.

He couldn't make out any rust on the gate's gilded doors. They were either well-kept or perhaps specially tempered. Anduin walked to the right side of the courtyard and glanced across it – sure enough, Sunwalker Dezco and his Horde champion stood side-by-side, analyzing the door and speaking quietly to each other. The Sunwalker turned his head and gave Anduin a nod, before turning back to respond to the Forsaken woman in the plate-mail armor. Her companion, a large, black sabre worg – Anduin swore he'd heard her refer to him as 'Sugar' – sat at her side, looking around cautiously.

Where was his champion? The Night Elf druid and the Forsaken hunter had seemed ready to rip each other apart before Xuen had intervened at the White Tiger Temple. But where was she now? He'd asked her to join him for this... To be a Witness to History.

Crossing his arms for lack of anything else to do with them, Anduin turned to look back at the gate, lest the Forsaken give him another appraising stare, like a Worgen looking at a steak. No, it wasn't that bad, he argued. The mere idea of a Forsaken, compelled in their undeath to eat others, scared him. But this one, he hoped, could control herself. Or that Dezco could keep her in check.

One of the two, he hoped.

“Sorry, I am late.”

Anduin turned, and glanced around, startled. That had sounded like the Night Elf, but where –?

She chuckled, and stepped out of the shadows, taking a seat before him. “Forgive me, Prince Anduin, for my lateness. I stopped by Westwind Rest, and Admiral Taylor had a fit that I was leaving again.” She shifted form, coming to stand beside him, rather than sit.

Again, he was reminded of just how tall the Kaldorei were. Vaguely, the thought crossed his mind 'Is this how the dwarves feel?' He pushed it aside, and frowned slightly. “Do you think he's still mad? About the Jade Forest?”

“Possibly,” The Night Elf replied. “But that isn't our concern right now. The Vale is.” She turned her head and nodding toward the sky.

Turning his blue gaze skyward, the prince saw what the druid did: Yu'lon, the Jade Serpent, was flying over from the east, just as Xuen, The White Tiger, had descended from the north. Niuzao, the Black Ox, had traveled from the west. Then, Chi-Ji, the Red Crane, had come from his own temple, still rebuilding from the Sha of Despair's corruption, in the south.

Together, the August Celestials, were a breathtaking sight. In Pandaria, Anduin reasoned, those four must be something like what the Light was for the rest of Azeroth, a source of power, and comfort, and goodness. The thought made the young prince smile as Yu'lon flew over, hovering above the little courtyard, her gaze moving over all those gathered: Anduin, his champion, Dezco and his; the Pandaren refugees.

Her voice, bright and clear, gave all the feeling of warmth as she spoke. “Children of Pandaria. The mists have fallen. A new era dawns for us all. Accept the healing powers of this Vale... but use these gifts wisely.”

Xuen stepped forward, his eyes on the gilded gate. Without warning, the tiger gave a great roar,, startling Anduin, and shaking the very foundation of the place. The center of the gate clicked, and turned, unlocking with the power of the White Tiger.

The gates swung open and Xuen retreated, turning to look up at Yu'lon as the Pandaren refugees grabbed what little they had and moved to enter the Vale.

Even through just the open gate, Anduin could see the beauty of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. It made his heart ache, that such a beautiful place had been locked away from the world – but with good reason. The gate was open, now, and the powers of the Vale would surely be uncovered. He wanted nothing more than to study the healing powers.

Anduin Wrynn turned to his champion, as Dezco turned to his, and nodded. She smiled a little and began to move toward the gates, to enter the throng of people ready to pass through into the protected place.

Anduin moved to join her, but Yu'lon's voice made him stop: “We risk everything letting so many into the Vale.”

Chi-Ji replied with optimism. “I have faith in our friends from beyond the mists.”

“Their strength is an inspiration... and sorely needed,” Added Xuen. “We must trust that their hearts are pure.”

The Black Ox said nothing, and each of the Celestials turned away from the gate, to their respective temples. Their parting seemed slow, if slightly hesitant.

Anduin didn't blame them as he finally moved toward the gate. The Night Elf smiled at him, and he guessed it would be a while before she would part from his company. No doubt worried what his father would think of Anduin was 'left alone again?'

“Shall we?” He asked her, giving her a polite smile.

[vakthefox]

So, I just got through the Thunder Cleft arc of the Krasarang Wilds quests...

Blizzard.

Why would you do that.

Normally I don't feel sad for a videogame character...

But...c'mon...what the fuck.

[tevruden]

Dezco for warchief 2013

[carrotatheart]

Bleeding Sun by Matt Burns is the latest Warcraft short story, now up on the official site. 

It features Sunwalker Dezco and explores the relationship between him and the Golden Lotus who have discovered something very important about his two newborn cubs. It's really well written and excruciatingly heartbreaking (don't say I didn't warn you). I highly recommend reading it, it's one of the best short stories they've put out. 

"He'd always thought it odd that the Lotus had never torn down all the statues and edifices of the vale's former rulers. Leaving them up was like giving the mogu a reason to come back. Once, he'd posed that concern to Mokimo, and he had replied, "The mogu believed that the vale served them. The Lotus believe we serve the vale. We leave their statues as a reminder of hubris and vanity."

At the time, Dezco had been taken by the wisdom, but now the words seemed hollow. An excuse for inaction. If the celestials were so powerful, why didn't they scour the mogu invaders? If the vale was a crucible for hope and peace as Leza had thought, why didn't the energies welling up from this land help the Golden Lotus bring a swift end to the war?"

Read the whole story...