Finale of Vengeance Incarnate. (Parts 2 and 3 here.)
Alaroth Sunstorm- no, Voidstorm - stumbles backwards after she takes her hand away. It is not enough that he has delivered Starflare to them and that she has just confirmed through forcing her way into his head that everything he said was true. It is not enough that Illethiann has stormed off to his refuge, telling her to deal with it. None of it is enough for what happened to Nivendi’en.
“Go find your brother.” Nothing else needs to be said. Rei’ann knew Alaroth before he allegedly died. She offered refuge to the identical twin of Vellidan Sunstorm, when he needed it, having had no idea that he was alive until it happened. He brought the criminal to justice, and therefore deserves to go to his own family.
They are underground, in the hidden chamber where she kept Sylvarys Sunglance confined years ago, in order to guide him back to sanity. An anti-magic field surrounds the half of the room where he used to live. Where Irai’el Starflare now stands, released from the imprisonment of the void elf warlock who is rapidly leaving the chamber.
Rei’ann remembers her. Former fiancée to her deceased and now missing son, Irai’el’s skin, hair and eyes are irreversibly altered by the void. These are the only changes, for the young woman is otherwise exactly as she used to be, with her calm, dispassionate manner, hands clasped before her lap, as if she is waiting to be summoned. Her now pearlescent eyes are downcast. There is no tension in her posture. Rei’ann recalls the brief catch-up she had with Priestess Nightwhisper a while back, when Dorielle told her about her own encounter with Starflare. The things that were relayed were disturbing, but what she heard made sense as a possible motive for what Irai’el did.
“Why?” Her usually husky voice cracks from the cries of rage and grief. Her throat is sore, as are her eyes. Never in her lifetime has she ever lost control of herself in this manner. Her grandfather and father would have strung her up and whipped her if they were still alive, giving no sympathy to the fact that she lost her flesh and blood. Her Star. Her Light. Her first-born child.
Irai’el is unmoved. Her calm appears to be a reflection of an acceptance of her fate. A flare of rage overcomes the numbness as Rei’ann steps towards the invisible barrier that separates them, jaw clenched and fists tightened. She wants to hear it from Irai’el herself.
“Why?”
There is the most miniscule of cants as Irai’el raises her head, finally meeting Rei’ann’s eyes with her own. Again, the impeccable calm. A demeanour fitting for a priestess. Of good stock. Perfection: what her own grandfather wanted from her but was never happy with.
“I believe you know why, my Lady.”
My Lady. How dare she? After what she did? Rei’ann would have sent an ice lance through her throat if she had less self control at this point. But she knows and recognises the tools Irai’el is using. The more Irai’el unnerves her, the more she shows that she has won.
“Is this about the Everbough case? What you had to do? What Magister Sin’oriel ordered later? He held my old position while I was out of action on Argus! I was not the one responsible!” Regardless, her hoarse voice is raised in protest. “He removed all evidence of your involvement. I didn’t even know you were in any way tied to it until Dorielle Nightwhisper told me!”
“Liar.” Even the tone of voice has not changed. Irai’el’s voice is husky too, but only because of the alto timbre spoken barely above a whisper, as Rei’ann remembers.
“Sin’oriel is dead, Irai’el. He was transferred out to the frontlines on the Broken Shore when I was deemed fit to resume my former post. There is nothing on Everbough except for one single case file, and every agent involved in it has gone with him.”
“Because of you.”
Rei’ann stares. “What?”
“You had to conceal the mess-up. You had to get rid of me. I was involved only because I was in the Sun’s Fury. Lyzande Fairdusk let me witness what he was creating. And then I was suddenly transferred to work as Inquisitor under Everbough. I barely joined the Thori’Belore missions, because I was unwittingly already undercover. It would have been a mark on your pristine track record if you were shown to have used me, an untrained agent, for your own purposes in the Spire. And when Nivendi’en chose Taryane, there was no more use for me, so you did what you had to do.”
Of all the conspiracy theories she has ever heard, of all the complicated intrigue she had to deal with in her position in the Spire, Rei’ann had never had such accusations brought against herself.
“No, Irai’el.” Her voice trembles from the effort to keep her anger controlled. “I did not get involved with the Sun’s Fury until Magistrix Windblaze was out of commission. After that, I was thought dead on Argus. I was technically dead on Argus. I would never involve you in anything that would put you at risk. Nivendi’en was going to marry you! You were to become my own daughter!”
“Nivendi’en.” Irai’el lifts her chin up. “And Irelia Sunglance, and her husband Sylvarys Sunglance-”
Rei’ann frowns deeply. What have the Sunglances to do with this?
“- are the worst kind of rats that are bred out of your household.”
Rei’ann stares, lips parted, as Irai’el tells her of how Sylvarys found her in the field, and offered her his protection and his staff in apparent pity. How Irelia and Nivendi’en later attacked her to take the soul fragment of Illethiann’s that was needed to trace him in the Twisting Nether, thereby negating Sylvarys’ promise. How Nivendi’en spat on her and backhanded her, accusing her of being a traitor. After Irai’el did the noble thing and backed out of what she always knew to be the love Nivendi’en had for his childhood best friend.
Her heart turns cold. “Is this what this is all about? You wanted revenge on Nivendi’en? He didn’t know you were scapegoated! How could he have known? I didn’t!”
Irai’el shakes her head slowly, pale and colourless under the illumination of the ambient arcane lamps. “I was only the woman he wanted to marry. I was only going to be your daughter-in-law. Funny how little trust you and your family place in people who are going to join it, isn’t it?”
She lifts her chin slightly as she peers down the length of her nose at Rei’ann now, like a Lady herself. A noblewoman of the highest caste regarding nothing less than the dirt under her foot. “So different from my own.. Did your parents ever teach you that there’s nothing more important than your own family? That everything you do must always be with them in mind? Sacrifice yourself for your blood and kin, Lady Firestar. It is the way of those who are born like we are.”
Rei’ann mutely watches Irai’el, unblinking. With each word, her heart sinks even more, unable to respond as Irai’el continues.
“I lost my own family. We served the royal court. After the Fall, I even killed my own Matriarch for turning felblood, and lost my brother in the process. I had no more family, except for the rest of us who remained. Everything I did, I did for them. I did for you.
“But you did not appreciate any of it. Not you. Not Nivendi’en, for whom I would have done anything if it meant he could be happy.”
She understands now. Rei’ann understands why. But it does not change the fact that Irai’el is wrong. Her fists tremble as it is her turn to shake her head.
“If I had known, I would have done something. I did not. I wish I could turn back time so that I could have intervened, Irai’el. If you’re angry at me because you thought I caused your suffering, direct it at me. Why Nivendi’en? Because you hate him for what he did?”
“Because if there is a fate worse than death, then it is to suffer in grief over losing those you love.” Irai’el is motionless. A living statue of alabaster and storm grey shadowed in twilight indigo, as she speaks with preternatural calm. “I know it too well.”
“It is our choices that define us, Irai’el!” Rei’ann is inches away from the barrier now. She can step in if she wants to: it is her enchantment, her spell, but she holds back still. “You have chosen to be no better than what you think Nivendi’en and I are!”
“On the contrary,” Irai’el’s lips appear to curl into a smile. Rei’ann has never seen her smile. “I am free, my Lady. Freer than I have ever been my entire life.”
She has seen it once too often. One does not need to be inflicted with whispers of the Void to turn mad, or to lose all sense and sensibility, Irai’el Starflare is not delusional from the corruption of her body and soul. She is a victim of circumstance, and she has turned down the wrong route, to the point where she can no longer be helped.
“Where is Nivendi’en.” No more questions.
Irai’el cants her head to the side. Her surprise appears genuine, which infuriates Rei’ann even more. “What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” Rei’an almost spits out. “His body is gone! Where did you move him?”
The void elf looks almost amused. “I have no idea what you are talking about. But it is a brilliant idea to take his corpse away. I wish I was the one who had thought of it.”
Rei’ann does not know which is worse: the fact that Irai’el genuinely appears not to know, or the fact that she is relishing in her pain.
“I am very sorry, Lady Firestar. I do not know where he is. I wish you all the best in finding him. He does deserve a funeral, as does any elf.”
And then, as if a final slap to her face, Irai’el leans forward, keeping her gaze locked onto Rei’ann’s.
“Tal’anumen no Sin’dorei, Lady Firestar.”
There is no ice lance. There is no burst of flame. There is no blast of arcane. No magic for the undeserving. There is only a fallen body. A dripping blade, and void tinted blood pouring from the clean slice across the front of Irai’el’s neck.
Judge, jury, and executioner: this is her role as Magistrix of Quel’Thalas.
But Rei’ann knows - as did Irai’el - that this will not bring Nivendi’en back.
Her sword clatters to the ground as she sobs, crumbling into a mess by the body of the void priestess.
(mentions @irelia-ad @dorylory )
I’m going to regret writing this one so late. I get dramatic when sleep deprived.
Oh well... *Shrug*
Enjoy.
The view onto the vibrant woods of Eversong or the distant sea has never quite been the same with the imposing presence of Argus in the sky. The green glow from the radiated world beaming down onto their lands from above, giving anything that catches its rays a bleak and corrupted look. The soft breeze from the sea that normally calms feels different. Irelia sighs before walking back inside, still thinking on what is to come from events thus far.
House Firestar continues on in its heightened state. With the recent loss of their Lord and Lady, few to none were prepared to rest easy with their new Lord of the house missing and presumably being set up and being used as a tool in the hands of a human Shadowmancer. Their house functions off the highest ideas for how people should act. People will ambitions to train do so with the highest standards of skill and practice. Those of the house who walk the kingdom do so with pride of the name they represent. Nobody wanted to see that name, that image tarnished by the actions of a human.
Irelia roames her home slowly, watching around for something before arriving to where she intended to go. What she was watching and searching for being exactly where she wanted to find them. Her son smiles up at her with a babyish toothy smile. He walks around semi-awkwardly fighting against gravity to not stumble over. She smiles back, recently having the pleasure of returning home one day to discover her husband with her son walking their first steps. Though, to her dismay, her son then quickly then inherited another trait from his father on learning to walk.
Going missing for her to then have to find them in the most ridiculous of places.
There is also the habit of grabbing on to the nearest hanging object and yanking it off. Irelia wishes for the days where her son would appreciate fine necklaces instead of looking at it and grabbing the shiny thing. She picks them up slowly and holds them, sitting down with them until they drift off to sleep. She slowly places them down once more into their new crib, one they can’t walk out off and go missing again, before smiling and walking to her own room. She joins her husband, sharing the events of the day and enjoying listening to the tales of his more domesticated life with their son as they get ready to go to bed.
The morning consists of her dressing into some more casual attire suited for her to roam the house and eat something. Before doing that she checks in on Kael’rys. Still sleeping. Irelia, every morning before leaving has to fight off the urge to wake the sleeping child and spend some time with them and feed them in the morning. She leaves it however knowing her husband has such in hand. She can always fuss her son when she gets home. With their search for their Lord coming to an end, she smiles at her plan to enjoy a calm walk around the scenic locations of the estate with her son and husband.
Such can’t be done with her still here. She prepares herself before changing into her robed battle armour and setting off to Sunstrider Isle. Their current base was deemed unsafe for a reason she still has to seek out. She walks into the familiar location giving a sharp salute to those gathered around her. Those gathered being the elite of their kingdom, the Thori’belore. They all slowly start to be illusioned into different sets of equipment. The illusionist must not have liked the way she looked at them or something because the result of her illusion was less than satisfactory, complete with a helmet to hide her face. She hoped her husband couldn’t see her due to the fact she would never hear the end of him talking of her old helmets and how he disapproved of her wearing them.
She also receives a stone to which she uses before they depart. Once scrubbing herself of identifying items she uses the stone changing her eyes blue in another form of illusion concealment. She catches her reflection, finding her appearance as a Quel’dorei to be unsettling after all these years. Once everyone has prepared, the portal was open and the mission began.
She arrives through into a dry and crisp environment. Once through, their presence was quickly noted by the humans they were seeking to capture or destroy. Among them was Lord Firestar. Irelia, followed by the others of the Sun’s Fury moved in to take them down. The wind rushed through her armour differently to how it appeared on her, but such was a minor distraction. Her main focus was currently on the Lord to observe where his attention lay. With him being busy, she slammed into one of the first humans who all appeared as different members of the order. The fight did not last long. Some scrapes and bumps to herself which would show once the illusion was down. However, some including Nivendi’en had escaped through the portal he was creating at the time. Magistrix Narindiel Windblaze set to work tracing the portal whilst the captured humans were sent to the spire and the rest of the collected was checked for wounds.
The portal was soon re-established. A small dialog between the Magistrix and Agent Diamexia over the comms devices happened to gather more information. Such devices were out of use to allow for such to happen. They make their way through the portal.
Irelia walked into the yellow open lands of Westfall. It seemed to be a windy day, such blowing through her as she glanced around. The sun shone through clear skies as it started to settle into night and the chill from the sea slowly starts to climb inland. Her observations were soon disrupted by the sounds of chaos and panic. Nivendi’en and the humans had started their dark plot against the human village. Panicked humans fled from its direction, setting the Thori’belore off on their mission once more.
They reach their target to an unwelcoming sight. A small little barn sits damaged and surrounded by the Thori’belore. At least it appears that way with the humans made to look like them. In front of the barn is an unfortunate human mother and their child meeting their end. The controlled Lord of their house ending their existence effortlessly by imploding their heads. Irelia had spared and viewed spars with her husband in the past. She has viewed magics destructive nature when in the hands of the mages of her house. She knew that if left unchallenged, Lord Firestar would reek destruction quickly on their numbers. They attack quick enough to have the drop on them, so she dashes forward, slashing and slamming through the human lines to confront the Lord and hold him off long enough for the others to remove the residual threat of the humans so they can all capture him in unison.
Irelia knew the risk she was taking to hold the Magister up to prevent him using his destructive magic on their gathered forces. She was confident that with her current skill she would at least succeed in slowing him down. Time never even slowed as she neared the danger. The first blow struck from behind her. It all happened so fast. First a large impact of shadow struck her from behind, its effects almost staggering her but also annihilating her barrier protecting her. All her senses flared, even the rune on the side of her neck as Lord Firestar saw her attack and called the arcane to him. She was so close to being able to disrupt him at close range. But all she heard was a quick sound of bending metal followed by an intense pain and blurred vision. She feels the air rush through her armour and over what little exposed skin she has. She almost passes out from hitting the ground, feeling a sharp pain elsewhere in her body, unable to identify it as her senses are washed over with head pain as the useless helmet on her head sits crushed inwards onto her.
She lies there, feeling like a fool for taking her risky plan and being brushed aside like nothing. Being caught off guard and losing her defense against the mage and being incapacitated. She never intended in winning against such odds, but to at least be able to land a single blow. The thoughts of humiliation were pushed aside as she felt a new presence near her. She managed to make out the face of Lord Starshield trying to move her. She is forced to do nothing as she can do only that. But this becomes an issue at the large building fel presence in the sky above the priest. She was all too familiar with what causes such an effect as was helpless to warn her aid. She sees through blurred vision the ball of fel as it flies down to them both at high speed. In her last moments all she could think of was how that walk would have been like when she returned home. Her vision fills with green, and then nothing.
The chaos of the battlefield elevates as a loud explosion of fel shakes the ground in the back ranks of fight. Those who could see the result would see councillor Starshield and Sunglance grounded and unmoving. Sunglance with her armour completely ripped apart and ruined and Starshield in a similar state. They are all forced to continue their fight, Narindiel only just managing to send the two injured away. Lord Firestar now turning his wrath on the rest of the Sun’s Fury.
The chaos followed the two on their arrival to the spire. Both quickly taken away into medical care by the priests. Both taken to separate areas, Irelia is soon in the care of very concerned priests who all look at her with doubt. She lives, but they wonder for how long. Hours are spent as the fel taint covering her stopping her healing needs to be cleansed, the helmet removed and her broken form repared. All of these issues needing to be done fast. More hours pass once the critical issues are resolved. But her state remains just as dire. She lies, unmoving as progress keeps on being made. Sometimes some would enter the room to see her and leave. Time and time again such, would happen. Irelia, still unaware to what has happened.
Once more stable she is taken home. Not how she wished to return. The house taking up a different atmosphere as she is laid down to continue her rest and healing.
As a week passes, she remains asleep. Spire priests officially declaring it as a comatose state. Her son wonders why the evening visits have stopped, and why mother has been so inactive. By now official word would have been sent out to the organisations she serves such as the Thori’belore and the Halls of Blood. Sin’dorei know loss. They will move on without her as her place is filled and her roles reassigned. But for now, at home she lies with her life in question as she sleeps with those close to her waiting for her to awaken. But for how long? If Ever?
A story/diary combo for the new planet in the solar system.
Once this was a spot for peace. A place she can relax with the cool breeze blowing over her from the sea with her child in her arms. It only took a few seconds walking out for the sight to reach her eyes. Kael’rys slowly awoken to the sight burdening the skyline and instantly started crying. Irelia couldn’t blame him however at the fear. It is new and different and looks awful. It glows a hideous green with bits that don’t even seem attached to the base of the planet itself. The fear is something she felt when she first saw it break through into their space and sit there like an ominous but eventual death. Nobody really knew what happened when it happened. She wanted to go home there and then when it arrived thinking everything was about to end. But they keep going.
Irelia used to stand at the gates of Orgrimmar fighting off the invasions of the great burning legion. Their massive demons and flying vessel devastating the land and people who lived on them. But they persevered. They took the fight back to the legion. Many people died but eventually they persevered. But this… this has to be the greatest threat ever seen. How will they fight this? Will this be a war against two worlds? What is on such a world? We have been struggling to defend our own, do we have the strength to attack theirs? Irelia sighed and walked back inside. Things just seemed to go quiet and slow as she walked through her house. She smiles at her husband as he went about his home tasks with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She passed the servants who go about what she can assume is a content existence. She sits down hugging her infant son lightly as she looked at the pile of papers and files that needed reading.
Her thoughts drifted to those of her collective. Of those who almost died and were left heavily wounded and the wounds she sustained herself. Those wounds now keeping her at home to rest and recover. She sifts through the next report of the floating object in the sky and those trying to discern what is going. She buries her face in her hands as the tiredness starts to set in. She sets aside the last of the reports and picks up Kael’rys who seems to have tired from exploring the wonders of the room and falls asleep in her arms. She takes him to rest in his crib and sits down to make an entry in her diary. The ink hits the paper and she pauses for a moment until a very small amount of text makes it onto the page.
(OOC: Date [13-08-2017] Day[Sunday])
Dear diary…
Times are dark. The world is shadowed by our greatest threat that could consume our world. I saw the world I knew burn once. I will fight until my last breath alongside all to stop it from happening again. I swore once I would die to protect the world my child is yet to see. Everyone will now face the same challenge. But will we prevail or burn is yet to be seen. But we all should be prepared to die trying.
Irelia Sunglance
Irelia places her diary down. She scratches the back of her head before placing a kiss on her sleeping childs head. She smiles down with tired eyes before taking the book and writing tools with her to be put away. She goes to her room and changes to sleep. She lies next to Sylvarys when he retires to sleep. She is prepared to lose herself to protect her home. But that sinking feeling in her stomach takes over as she knows her husband is willing to do the same. The distraction is a nice distraction from the discomforts and pains of her wounds. All they can do is make sure they are both ready. Irelia and her husband likely both hate the thought of losing the other, but they will not deny each other the chance to protect the world for their own personal safety. She rests her head against him and closes her eyes. Hoping to get some sleep in these restless times. She lets out a small breath before relaxing into sleep.
There is a certain additional beauty that comes with watching the lands of your people with your child in your arms. Well, at least that is how Lady Sunglance sees it as she stands overlooking the lands of Quel’Thalas from her house on the Firestar estate. The golden and red buildings and tall spires standing tall as the setting sun casts its final light over all she can see, giving the waves of the water in her view a magical look. A cool breeze passes through her hair and over her form as it makes its way out to sea which only serves to add to the relaxing moment. She slowly inhales through her nose and closes her eyes, just soaking in the moment before the gold necklace around her neck is pulled. More specifically the green gem that hangs off the end, now in the grip of a small hand. She looks down smiling, before lifting the child in her arms up to shoulder height so the Keal’rys can look over the view also. But alas her attempts have failed. The child has its target and has no intentions in leaving their mothers jewelry alone letting out a small happy sound as he does. Irelia lets out a soft chuckle as she watches.
“No… don’t do that you will break it.”
She speaks in a very gentle and clear tone as she smiles down on the child. On feeling a small clink against her skin however, her face changes to a slight ‘uh-oh’ face and she moves her hand softly down to end the child’s fun for the sake of her necklace. This displeases Keal’rys as the babies face curls up and the tears and crying starts. Irelia lets out a soft amused chuckle before lightly saying:
“You are like your father when I don’t let him have his way. Let’s get you to bed, it’s late.”
With that she tucks the child into her arms and turns to walk inside. After navigating some corridors and smiling and inclining her head to some of the servants as they retire for the night. Eventually she makes her way to her son's room. A pleasant little room decorated with items of wonder for a small child as well as toys and less expensive things for the child to play with rather than the jewel on her neck. Tucked away is also a fairly large shelf stacked with books. None of which would be of age for such a young child but time waits for no elf. Well… most. She leans down and unwraps the small child, smiling at the rate of which the child is getting bigger. Small strands of red hair sitting on the child's head. She smirks at how the child seemingly gets her hair and the father's wife-proclaimed crying. She places the child down onto the soft bed in the crib. Keal’rys relaxes into soft sobs before eventually being a happy little child once more. Irelia smiles down on them before she starts softly humming a song for the child to fall asleep too. She pushes herself up and spends no time at all wondering to the next room over, a grand large room with bookshelves, cupboards and wardrobes as well as a large plush bed for two occupying a portion of the room. Its sheets remain untouched from having been made by the servants meaning her husband had not yet returned to this room. Irelia passes the thought off as him having a very busy but hopefully not bad day doing his duties. He will be home at some point safe and sound she hopes. She dresses down to her bedwear before lying down, resting her head as it sinks into the fabric pillow.
Life has really changed for her over the past nearly two years now. Her mind idly glossing over the former days of that time and focusing more on the past few weeks. How she had jumped right back onto the foul lands that was the broken shore assisting the Eclipsion Blade in their exploits. She then rejoined a reformed Hordes Shadow to rescue her husband from the grasp of the legion. She frowns as she rests at the stress caused by the lack of knowing in those days, but the smile of finding him and some of those captured in a position to be rescued. She then took leadership assisting the shadows leader Ara’ni for some time in thanks for helping get her husband back. The shadow again proved to hold some interesting characters before her calling came to serve the Thori’Belore. She now stands as one of three strong and proud leaders of a small elite task force of the Sin’dorei upholding the pride and formalities that seem lost to their people. Answering only to the highest reaches of their peoples civilization. Her reformation as a person and her long developed skill in combat lead to her eventual progression in the Halls of Blood when she was declared Knight-Master of the Blood Knights. Its moments like these when she remembers just how little free time she has had in comparison with other times. But such is only natural given the circumstances. Even her diary has fallen out of date. Something which she hopes to keep updated for her child’s sake.
As she drifts into sleep, her mind wanders onto the day that just passed…
It was around midday when Irelia’s routinely exploits around the Spire and Halls of Blood were interrupted by a young girl that looked in their twenties by human standards walked over to her. She was very polite and eager, her golden hair flowing over her shoulders and across her face as she nervously waved it aside as her kind eyes found Irelia’s busy gaze looking back at her. She explained her recent induction into the training to become a Blood Knight and eagerly sought weapons assistance from the Knight-Master.
She was such a sweet girl, full of life and energy as she stood explaining herself to Knight-Master Sunglance before eventually having her request granted. Irelia remembers the joyful face, and almost feels bad when her next memory of such face is filled with pain, the tidy flowing hair in disarray and a cut on her forehead trickling a tear of blood down her face leaving a trail of crimson red. There were clashes and clangs as the initiate failed to defend against a multitude of attacks sent towards her. Her form was all wrong and her reactions sluggish. She is barely able to hold her choice of weapon, that being a red and gold mace from the order. Irelia, using the same weapon is relentless in her rehearsed set of attacks she uses for the purpose of training those new to combat on such levels of expected skill. Her attacks slow but sharp and accurate, aiming and striking where needed with enough force to where the pain would hurt that of who gets struck. The initiate eventually collapses into a heap onto the ground, causing Irelia’s tone of voice to grow sharp.
Irelia: “Get up.”
Initiate: “I can’t… I need to rest.”
Irelia: “No, get up and finish the spar. You rest when you succeed.”
Initiate: “Everything hurts Knight-Master. I can not continue.”
Irelia: “Your whiny excuses will get you nowhere in this line of duty Initiate. You will train until you break. Until you can stand no more and your body throbs with pain. You will bleed, bones will break and you will be pushed over your limits until those become your new limits. Then you will be pushed over those two. If this is all you can do you will fail as a Knight and die. Show your skill or find another line of work.”
To the initiates credit, they manage to drag themselves up from the ground and continue for another minute before the boot of the Knight-Master sends them crashing to the floor.
Irelia: “Exceptional. Remember if I were trying to kill you or you fighting against the legion there is no such thing as losing. You win or die. You are not ready for this kind of training. As you recover you will read on stances and build up strength to use your weapon. You will then learn the basics of such weapon. Only then will you have something to learn from.”
Irelia strides forwards and knees down next to the fallen adept as her hands take on the faint glow of the light whilst Irelia looks her over. After a moment of seeing all the marks and cuts left by her mace, she begins calling the Sunwells power to aid the mending process of the fallen Initiate as the light warms them. When finished she rises and offers them a hand to help them stand. The woman gets pulled up and salutes the Knight-Master who inclines her head in return. The initiate then waddles away with her damaged gear and still slightly sore body as a reminder of the punishment she will have to face and have to endure if she is to rise to the standards of the Blood Knights. Irelia placed the mace back on the weapons rack before placing her own enchanted blade on her side. Maybe one day she will take such blade into training with some nervous initiates to see which break at the mere thought and sight of such a weapon being taken to their training. Weed out the weak before they even start so she doesn’t have to waste time on those not good enough to train as a Knight.
She rides out to the Thori’Belore base on Sunstrider Isle to make sure they have everything they will need for their next assignment of exterminating traitors of their land. She makes sure the base is stocked with everything they were to need before she makes her way back to the Halls of Blood. After spending some more time dodging and ducking under the slow blade of an Adept and showing them how better to hold their sword in the stance they chose, she moved to rest outside whilst she reads over some reports and documents regarding the Blood Knight order or the Thori’Belore. She grumbles internally about the stupid fire placed outside the halls and all over the city having not being an elf who enjoys such festivities. Why would their Kingdom celebrate such of summer anyway when they live in the lands of the forever spring. Maybe she is just misinformed of what the festive means but she really doesn’t care when it comes down to it.
Her day ends when she finishes her reading. She reaches into her pack and cracks the hearthstone contained inside it to take her home. She arrives in the usual spot with a small flash of magic. She looks around the well lit room by elven standards and routinely makes her way to remove her Blood Knight uniform. She leaves her instructions on how she wants the dirt cleaned off her armour and how she wants the tabard to be included in the cleaning to the servants before she dresses herself in a comfortable casual robe to wander the house in search of her husband. She stops off to talk with the carer who looks after her son whist she is fulfilling her duty. The two get along well and they enjoy a small pleasant chat before the carer returns home to her own family. Irelia looks down at the sleeping baby with a smile and carefully lifts them up. The side of her face brushes over the child's head as she walks, searching. She eventually finds herself outside on the house's balcony, overseeing a wonderful view as the sun sets.
Here is Entry 93 of Irelia's Diary. Click bellow to read. Enjoy!
(OOC: Date [18-04-2017] Day[Tuesday])
Dear diary…
I must say, the view from the isles from this hill is terrible. Everything is just falling apart and being destroyed by the legion. This whole island is a forsaken wasteland. A painful site, but not one without its other pains too. The ditraction and lack of habit to write this puts a delay for these entries now, but more recently it has just been distraction.
Though to quickly get back to speed with current events, I currently sit on my first deployment after so long. I must say, combat is how I expected it to be. My reflexed and reactions could be faster and everything could be improved, but that was to be expected. I trained well with Sylvarys in my time in the estate and my time before that on my own, but it will be a few missions on top of that before I am back in capable shape.
So far we have been attacking the broken shore, the first point of attack and failure when the legion first hit. We attacked a shoreline covered in corrupted naga and demons alike. We vanquished them before setting up camp. From there it was a task of getting a foothold and getting settled in the battlefield. I completed my assignments as asked and to success.
Part of the distraction came a few days ago however when Taryanes father delivered the news that Sylvarys has gone missing. His whereabouts unknown. Its the not knowing which is the worst. Part of me is trying to accept the fact he is already dead. But I have seen him come back from so much that I wouldn't have expected somebody too. Just the other week he fooled everyone in death but there he was the next day. I didn't know what to feel, but all I did know was that I was happy to have him back. I suppose the efforts I made personally might have also helped, but it has been a while since I used the light in such a way. Something I should pick up and study once more.
My old days as a priestess seem to be of great use once more. As my skills are still lacking, I find myself tending to the wounds of those around me much more. But then that might be because this is just a larger group and there are more to be healed. But my skill set has been in good use, which is all I can ask for. But as I told my old trainees and that priest with self confidence issues, if you are putting your health and well being at risk to ensure you mainain that of the other members of your group, then that expectation of respect and usefulness is a given. Though it is not a pedistool to sit on, everyone contributes and keeps eachother alive.
As I write I look over the land, wondering is Sylvarys lies dead or is in the hands of the legion. I can't help but feel somewhat responsible. If he is captured then he will no doubt be sharing a fate with his assistant that I swore I would never allow happen again. I followed him into this division to fight by his side and ensure that I could uphold that promise. But our duties were never in line, he is a Magister and I a Blood Knight. He an affiliate and I an adept. I fight as my duty with these people and he is free to come and go depending on what is asked of him. I suppose I just wish I was there to stop whatever happened on whatever dangerous mission he set himself on to protect this world.
I grow tired. Having spent time trapped myself with the rest of the division under a barrier spell for a few days, sleep being hard to get in that time and the time before that, I find myself waiting for the news that must come. I might also be assuming too much. He might be on a mission that requires himself to be hidden from all eyes, but that will be stretching.
But time to move past it. There is nothing I can do as of yet and there are other matters to think about.
The Eclipsion Blade is the division of Silvermoon military I joined. It containes a mixture of characters. From the tolerable to the down right insufferable. The inquisitor is somebody my memory falters on, but my memory is not remembering good things. Their champion seems to be a stoic, strickt leader with one goal. I have not yet witnesses some of the warnings I have recieved, but only time will tell. Miss Sunshard has also found her place here along with her annoying friend, who seems missing along side my husband. Others seem pleasent enough and others keep to their own groups of company, meaning I have not yet had the time to go directly speak to them. Though the lacking desire would also add to this. Inetzen seems to also be present here. He seems to also note how there are few healers, along side another priestess magistrix who noted the same views.
Overall I can not say I have too much issues so far with what I have seen. There are a few times where fool does something foolish, but it has not yet been a harmful problem, but I will be sure to stop such if it does if those in charge do not. Though, why I should expect to do such is unknown to me. Maybe I am missing something. But I feel I have drabbled on long enough. I am unsure if this entry will even make any order of sense but that is my own fault. I should rest.
In the early days of writing this diary I stated that I never expected this book to become famous, to become notable in any library of place of knowledge. I suppose I did it for my own comfort in knowing that when I am gone I will leave something behind. But as time went on, the time for such a trivial comfort needed to pass. I wrote more to keep track of my past and use it at reference, knowing that there is more to leaving a mark on history than just writing a book. You need to do something, play a role. Mine may not be so big, but we will all be remembered for the things we did. Years to come they will remember the sacrifices we made to ensure the safety and continuation of our people. That is all that matters. I seek no glory or fame. Just knowing that their will be a world for my people to look forward to, that is worth fighting for.
Nevertheless, I sit here now, with my child in my arms. I find a dusty old book buried away, listing the hardships and trials I faced in some of my hardest moments, I knew I would be leaving it behind for them. Leaving them the lessons I learned, the things I did. One day they might read that, and take comfort in reading on the things I did. I might not live to see them grow up, but I will not leave them with nothing.
Hm. Reading back on that, quite the dramatic way to start my first entry in so long. But let's get to the point. I can’t really say my days over the past few months have been overly thrilling. Productive to say the least. Keeping those new to my order trained with verbal instruction. Or instructing those within the house. Also aiding in teaching aspiring healers who want to move on to being Priests or Blood Knights. In doing so I also ended up tending to those who find themselves hurt. I also was able to make trips into the city to work inside the Blood Temple. I met with Miss Sunshard on a few occasions to help with the troubles she has been having. I have not heard from her in a while, I hope that means she is doing well for herself.
As the time passed, I found myself in a regular routine. Over the months it started to grow more and more repetitive and dull. Though it was in the aid of others, that much kept me going. Seeing those progress under your own guidance is something to be happy for. But as my child grew, the walls closed in. My trips less and less frequent as the activities grew harder. Eventually growing to a point where even the stairs presented themselves to be a worthy adversary. Slowly losing those to speak too as they move on to their other duties whilst I remain behind unable was not something I enjoyed. Even after Sylvarys was well, he was soon occupied with his duties once more. Leaving just me. And the servants, but they are there to serve. Not talk, as I found out quite quickly. It all has its upsides. It is nice to see Sylvarys well and not in that bed. Being by his side when I could to watch as he recovered warmed me.
The long lasted solitude came to an end. And I will never say anything other than it was worth it. I rest and recover from all the aftereffects of birth. Looking after and caring for my newborn son. Words can’t describe the feeling I get now. Holding him close in my arms and never wanting to let go. I await for Sylvarys return. Our boy looks like him. I wonder if he will think so too. I needed to name him, Sylvarys has been kept away too long in his duties and I could wait no longer. Our little Keal’rys. I wonder how he will act to seeing his father for the first time. When he comes home. I try to keep everything ready for when he returns so he can hold his son and spend some time with him before he next leaves.
I myself am trying to spend all the time I can have now. These precious moments I will always want to return to. But I am recovering, and soon I will be back on track to returning to full form and will be needed once more against the legion. As much as I hate to leave to fight. I know what I am fighting for. And I will protect my child's future from the demonic filth that threatens to take it away. I will march to the gates of Argus itself before I see them bring harm to my child.
For now, we shall see. I will recover and grow strong. Then I shall fight and protect my son, teach them everything I know and ensure they grow to be strong and wise. Healthy and safe. I will serve wherever I am needed, and fight against the legion once more.
Here it is… After nearly a week I finally found it.I returned from Dalaran and placed my things down before I left to see Sylvarys. When I returned, it had all been moved. All my clothes were moved into a nice order and placed away and my items of armour and weapons were cleaned and placed away too. Of course I didn’t expect this at first and returned to find all my things missing spending the next few hours trying to find it all again. The diary however was elusive for days. In the end I found it buried beside the bed side. Obviously it was moved and had been knocked off and fell.
Anyway. The last days have been odd or I could say difficult. It has been so long since I have led a civilian life that I think the last time I did my eyes were blue. Waking up everyday knowing there will be food and water for the day and not having to look over my shoulder every five minutes is strange. Also knowing that this short pause isn’t what it is for the warband. Yes we would get a short times rest but then we knew we had to always be ready in case something happens and we are called to duty early. Now every week looks like it will be like the last. It is strange, moving from constant conflict to now residing in such an image of perfection. Where all the mundane tasks that would pass the dull moments in the field are now completed before I can even get a chance to notice they need doing. Everyone moves around getting on with what they know. Even the people who tend to the house I stay always are busy. Moving around completing tasks. I don’t even know some of their names. Not that I get a chance to ask. When I do get the chance to talk to them they are hardly conversations. They never really -talk-, more just respond to my questions to be polite. But they rarely if ever ask their own. I finish speaking and they move on to the next task they have around the house.
Sylvarys has been resting so I have not had the chance to share the news with him. Though I am happy he can rest. Hopefully it will help him recover or at least stay stable and comfortable. The news is not going anywhere. I can wait as he rests. Well. Waiting seems to be all there is now. The library is good. There will be plenty to read at least. It does make the diary redundant however.
For now at least I will wait and see. It has only been a week afterall. Also being here also means I can check on Sylvarys more regularly too. Maybe once I have adapted to this change, things will get easier. I am sure there will be many more things for me to do for the order. But I just don’t want to come home and be less productive than I was before I left. I will do something.
I saw Narindiel walking earlier. I should make myself know, though she already would I imagine. She seemed to look better, I should see how she is doing.
Today seemed to be a quiet day. No orders were given so I spent most of my day reading in the library. I spent most of the time fascinated by the human accounts of the events of the past century. Reading over how they explained what happened and though back to my own recollection of such events. Though some things were more difficult to remember than others given the length of time it has been and all that has happened since then. Thinking back on my past brought back memories of just the most random things. I remember once a couple of children from the village had ventured out into Eversong woods past the eastern sanctum. One of them had become hurt and I went out to find them and bring them back. Praying to the light to heal their wounds and seeing the happiness return to their untainted blue eyes as they made it home safe. I wonder if they survived and are out there still…
My thoughts were broken by a Magi that had decided to take an interest in questioning me. At first I missed what they said because I wasn’t focused on them when they started asking question after question. Once I got my head together I asked the young elf to stop and repeat herself. After a short talk I found out that this elf is Sylvarys’s apprentice. I asked her of her progress and what she will do whilst Sylvarys is ill. It turns out that Lord Firestar is keeping an eye on her for the time being. She tells me she has become good at all that she has been taught so far and is making good progress in her training in Divination. But unfortunate the conversation could not go on for much longer as it seems I was needed elsewhere. We parted ways after she left to practice her Divination.
I arrived to where I was needed to find Lord Firestar and Miss Windblaze. Our attack on the estate will commence the following day. We discussed what we would be doing and what our goals would be. Well. After getting past the sarcastic answers anyway. Our aim is simple enough. Destroy those who would wish to commit to commit genocide on the innocents of our household. Destroy those who would start a civil war for no just reason in the middle of a legion invasion and cause undue conflict. We also will protect those of this estate who are innocent also. I will not march into the homes of my people and cut them down when their crime was merely being in the wrong place. I have seen enough of that in my lifetime and will die before I become one who marches though my people’s homes to slay the innocent.
We finished our discussion and the others left for their own business. I left for the estate to see Sylvarys. I got held back slightly by the increased guard but they did not give me any trouble once they knew who I was. I went inside to find him just as he was. His eyes were open and he again seemed happy to see me. It is nice I can bring him some happiness in his state which must be making him most unhappy. I sat with him and told him the stories of my adventures since the last time I saw him. Every so often a servant would come by to do some task or another, but I would take the task from them and do it myself. When not doing such I would tell the stories. Later I informed him of his apprentice’s progress and how it was clear by looking at her that she is tirelessly working and studying his lessons. From her tired eyes and healing burns. That or she is a careless idiot who keeps setting herself on fire through other means, but I wasn’t going to say that. Nor did I truly believe Sylvarys would pick a careless idiot for a student.
I spent as much time as I could, but could not stay as long as my first visit. I need to rest well for the difficult task tomorrow. I will be back though. If I survive then I will continue to do the little I can to make him feel better. But for now it seems I am still relying on another factor out of my reach to cure him of his illness. But he is not dead. So I will not morn him. I will perform my duty as I have been doing and stand strong until that day in which he walks out of that room on his own two feet. With hopes that day will come.
