#vandeis

[kai-2124]

Commission for @sakialyn Hope you like it my friend~

[hewhohasremained]

Winter Veil gift for @aschesofthehunt.

Left in Vandeis’ tent was an ale cask with a note atop it.

Vandeis,

I thought you may appreciate this, especially on this holiday season. You seem to appreciate many of the things I am often left alone to appreciate, thankfully. Inside of this cask is Alehammer Abyss Ale, the darkest ale they make, and my absolute favorite drink. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, and share it with those you care for most.

Merry Winter Veil, Alorinis

[sakiwriting]

Forlorn Forest

The battle of the Dawnspire had been a tough and grueling fight. Vandeis had come out of it nearly unscathed, save a few scratches from demons that had gotten a little too close for comfort. In comparison, many demonic enemies had suffered far more than a few of his arrows before falling dead. 

 Yet, even as he, himself, needed no immediate treatment, he found himself making a beeline towards the infirmary once the battle had settled. Despite the cheery disposition he always carried, and the smile that was a permanent fixture upon his lips, he was not ignorant of the cost such brutal battles brought. As his eyes scanned the lines of wounded, and ears twitched at spoken names of those who were being listed as lost, his expression merely dimmed into a sympathetic smile. 

Despair was a foreign emotion to him, one that was locked behind careful gates so as to not be allowed free. Despair assisted no one in these times, even as familiar names touched his ears as he walked passed menders, busy with their assignments to those who had seen the worst of it. That faint smile refused to diminish in the face of it. 

One person in particular caught his attention as walked amongst the cots, one of familiar curly raven hair, yet the normally chocolate skin was pale. Could that be...?

He found himself drawn to inspect further with slow steps.

Iiloridan was tucked into the cot, still and quiet.

Though he yet breathed, the usual warm hue to his skin had gone ashen and dull as death, and his remaining eye closed and dark as though bruised with sleeplessness. Iiloridan had fallen to wounds that were, for the most part, not physical in the slightest. The blood that had leaked from his nose, eyes, and ears when he had stretched his healing gifts too far had been cleaned away, and no injuries were obvious on him. But he remained still and...somehow, eerily lacking.

As Vandeis reached him, he suddenly paused at the edge of the cot in order to fully take in his friend's form. Though he could not discern any physically bandaged wounds upon him, it was clear to Van something dire had occurred during the battle to bring him into such a state. Quiet steps took him to Iiloridan's side, where he studied his friend's sleeping features before drawing the back of his fingers along the ashen cheek. 

Cold, and lacking the warmth he had grown accustomed to in their times together. 

If it hadn't been for the faint breathing, and an even fainter heartbeat. his senses picked up, he might have found himself sharing that chill. 

"It seems you had a rougher time than I, my friend," the hunter smiled softly, even if deep within there was a ache in his chest that refused to radiate to the surface. He remained there for a time, watching his slumbering friend as he gently brushed errand strands of curls from Iiloridan's forehead. After a few moments, he bent down slowly and pressed a gentle kiss above the man's remaining eye. 

"Rest well, my dear friend," he whispered to the slumbering priest before drawing back with a  forlorn smile.  "I'll return shortly once you awaken." 

He idled for a few moments longer, before reluctantly moving on down the rest of the cots to find any further familiar faces. Even as he did, a glance or two would be given back to the cot where Iiloridan remained so still, as if expecting the man to wake and offer him a rare, warm smile. 

He did not.

[mercilessmime]

Winter Veil gift for @aschesofthehunt from Alorinis!

Carried to Vandeis by a overly large eagle, with a crate carried by its talons.

Vandeis and Alexei

I hope your winter has been good and that you have found adventures on the Broken Isles. I loved the shell you sent me, it was warming to know it came from one of your explorations. I know my gift is late, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. The brush is for Alexei, unless you also want to use it, and the cask contains one of my favorite ales. It is a brew out of Dun Morogh, called Thunderbone Ale. I hope you enjoy it is as much as I do.

Have an adventure Alorinis

[sakiwriting]

Promises Kept

She told him to keep smiling, even when the world started to darken. She said, in those times, people will need that beacon to help drive away their concerns and know the sun will continue to shine. She smiled as she asked him to be that light in the darkness, and not give in to sorrow, no matter the odds.

And so he smiled and said he would.

Even when her breath faded away and her heart ceased to beat, he kept that promise.

Even when his eyes stung with tears and his heart grew heavy with sorrow, he kept smiling.

Her words would never leave him.

[mercilessmime]

Hey @sakialyn, guess what? Alorinis hasn’t forgotten about his bastard son he doesn’t know about!

A small hawk fluttered down to Vandeis’ side, carrying a scroll in its talons. With a peck to the arm the hawk brings Vandeis’ attention to the letter it had delivered, waiting patiently for a reply by the man’s side.

Vandeis,

I am sorry it has taken so long for me to reach out to you again since our last talk. The world changed drastically over such a short time and I found myself beset with work upon the Broken Isles alongside many, of which I am sure you could be counted as one; merely bad luck we have not come across one another yet perhaps.

I write though not to discuss our work, though that would be a topic of interest in person to be sure. I write instead to see what it is you have as time at your disposal. I have been relegated to the city of Dalaran to assist in overseeing movements of my forces across the Broken Isles and other attack needs with the Burning Legion’s allies. I feel safe in assuming that you have involvement in the action along the Broken Isles as well, and I am hoping that assumption proves correct.

We spoke once of sailing. Something of an enjoyable trip for fun. I am hoping you still have that same inclination as I find myself needing a reprieve from the work on the isles, and have a ship at my disposal. If you have the time and power to reach Dalaran, I would enjoy a day trip aboard the ship with you. I shall bring beverages, if you would care to see to food to eat, unless you are willing to catch our own food from the ship’s side.

Hope all is well, Alorinis

[thedragonisaprincess]

@sakialyn has me doodling at work. We have decided our Nature babies need to meet and become fast friends.

[brothersemberfell]

Vandeis is a great friend. One arm doesn’t stop Thor from showing just how much he appreciates the man’s input. There is no calm in the infirmary.

@sakialyn @ocarina-of-what