#void elves

[boilingheart]

Vibrato.

Ramble under the read more about this piece and Zyraden himself

Zyraden Emberblood, a bard, former cultist of the Coven of Salvation (a secret cult that created the Voidforge Facility and took the willing and unwilling denizens of Azeroth and forged them in purified Void to combat the "inevitable" rise of the Black Empire), Chosen of the Three Holy Wives (a homebrew trio of mortals who found godhood through the Void).

When Zyraden debuted in 2019 for my guild, he was a villain and a bossfight, but I always had it in my notes that out of him and his brothers (who were also leaders of the Coven and also Chosen of the Three), Zyraden was the most likely to be redeemed. Taken into custody by the Knights of Repentance, Zyraden saw the error and horror of his ways, and vowed to change. He was given a chance by the players to go on parole and join the Knights.

After serving a sentence on parole for five years, Zyraden was freed completely in Year 40. For the first time in his life, he was no longer bound to any other power. Before his Voidforging, he was chronically ill and slowly dying, and could not live his life freely. After his Voidforging, he dedicated thirty years to the Coven, believing himself to be serving the greater good. Then, for five years, he helped dismantle his life's work, bound to the Knights of Repentance in search of redemption.

Now, he is free to be himself, whoever that may be.

This art piece is a direct homage to his initial debut art of his bossfight in 2019 when the Knights of Repentance had its Coven of Salvation campaign.

credit to my sibling @thunderstar-supernova for doing the lighting and shading on this drawing! I did the rest

He's back in action, and this time? He'll be using everything he's learned for the greater good.

He will join the hunt to kill Xal'atath.

Zyraden's look in this piece is based off his serious armor mog in-game! Shout out to my brother for running me through Legion remix at the literal last second to get that purple set lmao

I didn't draw his sunglasses cause I couldn't get it to look good lmao

anyways listen to TAWA by Worakls cause that song plays in my head every time I look at this piece

[vagueoutlineyes]

my World of Warcraft main, Aedlielle - she's a void elf mage and i love her so much <3

aaaand she's got her emo demon hunter girlfrend!

art(s) by wonderful @femmeboggart 💕

[lightsfeather]

blood elf shadow priests when silvermoon authorities evicted the void elves for smoking that purple stuff and posing a threat to the sunwell

[adeptusgraphicus]

The many ways Silvermoon Guards react to different elf-characters.

Ren'dorei:

Sin'dorei Blood Knight with all the Blood Knight quests:

Shal'dorei Warlock:

Kal'dorei Demon Hunter (Silvermoon Guards know no chill!):

Sin'dorei Death Knight (no brownie points for race it seems. Maybe something-something Scourge again ....):

I haven't noticed any interaction with my undead, so far. So maybe it's an elf-special.

[zyraden]

DECLASSIFIED FILE — OPEN TO PUBLIC | ZYRADEN EMBERBLOOD

— BASICS —

NAME — Zyraden Emberblood (born Roseblood) AGE — 86 in Midnight DOB — February 21, Year -44 ZODIAC — Pisces GENDER — Cis Male ORIENTATION — Bisexual PRONOUNS — He/Him CLASS — Bard OCCUPATION — Wraith of the Knights of Repentance CODENAME — Vibrato LOYALTIES — The Knights of Repentance RESIDENCE — Recompense Village STATUS — Alive, Active

— PHYSICAL —

SPECIES — Voidforged Elf (Thalassian) HEIGHT — 6'1" EYES — Void Glass Blue HAIR — Dark as the night sky BODY BUILD — Slim, lithe, acrobatic

DETAILED DESCRIPTION —

Zyraden looks youthful, still spry for an elf. Zyraden is a slim, lithe elf, built for acrobatics, but not much else. He has a square-ish face, monolids, a round nose, pale blue glowing eyes, raven dark hair styled as a wolfcut/mullet, long ears, and typically sports black gauge earrings. He also favors fashionable clothes like low cut V-neck shirts that show off the large, insidious dark ring scars on his chest, the result of his Voidforging.

Often, the young man is seen smirking or looking smug, always ready to put on a performance. The world is his stage, and he's the main act.

— RELATIONSHIPS —

FAMILY —

Arcanist Toria Roseblood - Mother Status: Unknown (Presumably Deceased) Relationship: The shadow of her life cast on Zyraden doomed him to this Voidforged life and chained him to his faith. Disappeared shortly after Zyraden was born.

Vyrondis Sunhawk - Father Status: Deceased Relationship: Raised and mentored Zyraden until his murder. Tried to bury the stain of Toria's research, never wanting it to reach his sons.

Rheas Emberblood - Oldest brother Status: Deceased Relationship: Raised Zyraden after Vyrondis passed and mentored him in his runic teachings, then later Voidforged him to save his life. Rheas created the Coven of Salvation, where they worshipped the Three Holy Wives, and attempted to "save" Azeroth via subjecting the world to Voidforging as a preventative measure against the inevitable rise of the Void. Rheas met his end by the Knights of Repentance.

Vanlion Emberblood - Older brother Status: Deceased Relationship: Vanlion and Zyraden were close and developed their artificer tech together, amplifying Zyraden's music and bolstering Vanlion's defenses. Vanlion was the technological mastermind behind the Voidforge Facility and aided in the process of researching purified Void to better the Voidforge itself. Vanlion met his end by the Knights of Repentance.

MENTORS —

Rheas Emberblood - Taught him runic patterns and arcane, then the mastery of the Void Vanlion Emberblood - Taught him runic programming and helped refine the manipulation of soundwaves in the Void The Three Holy Wives - Mortals who ascended to godhood, the THW taught Zyraden to wield Void Plasma, a purified sludge-like substance of the Void without corruption, and taught him to remake people into the Void

OTHER —

Seaandra Sunblade - Commander of the Knights of Repentance, Seaandra gave Zyraden a chance at a new life, at redemption, and employs him under her banner of her small neutral faction. Veros Moonshine - Arcane Consultant of the Knights of Repentance, Veros was the one to discover the Coven of Salvation, which inevitably led to its destruction and meeting of Zyraden. They're coworkers now that get along okay, all things considered. TBA - TBA

— SKILLS —

LANGUAGES — Thalassian (fluent, first language) Common (fluent, second language), Shath'Yar (fluent) Orcish (fluent), Dwarven (slow), Gnomish (passable), Zandali (slow), Goblin (passable), Azerothian Sign Language (fluent) COMBAT — Skilled in the use of daggers, rapiers, one-handed axes, and crossbows. Hand to hand combat includes graceful evasive maneuvers, using the opponent's size and momentum against them, locating pressure points and exploiting them, and affording an amount of unnecessary flips and tricks while grappling and taking down enemies. TACTICS — Recon, covert ops, disguise, espionage, parkour, search and rescue, intel gathering, negotiation, manipulation, seduction ARTISTIC — Zyraden is well versed in various stringed instruments, primarily the violin. Zyraden writes his own music and has dabbled in writing poetry. He can draw a passable elf. OTHER — Capable of dancing, but needs practice and proper training. Knows his way around pole dancing, however, and is perfectly capable of performing great feats of strength scaling and maneuvering on a pole. Extremely organized, everything is labeled and properly filed at all times.

— PERSONALITY —

POSITIVE TRAITS — Attentive, loyal, confident, independent, charismatic, observant NEGATIVE TRAITS — Skilled liar, masks his true emotions, can be manipulative, evasive, avoidant, workaholic, attention whore LIKES — Violins, music, songwriting, art, dance, performing, theater, drama, baking, cooking, busy taverns, packed clubs, loud music, petting dogs, getting hit on by hot chicks and dudes DISLIKES — Cultists that exploit the vulnerable, religious fanaticism, being hit with the Light, the mortifying ordeal of being truly known, when other people touch his instruments

PERSONALITY —

Zyraden is a performer first above all else. The mask he wears is carefully crafted to appear nonchalant, entertained, smug, and confident. He is a bard, after all. At times, he's described himself as a ladies' man, and can be quite flirtatious when he wants to be. Only when appropriate, of course — Zyraden isn't tone deaf, he knows when is the right place and right time for his silly antics and boisterous performances.

But beneath that mask, is someone who cares very deeply about people. He's burdened with thirty years of sin, stains that he fears will never wash off. As an ex-cultist, he has spent years trying to repent for what he's done, the guilt nearly eating him alive at all times. But he does his best. He wants to do good, he wants to do right by people, do whatever he can to help others in an attempt to undo the horror caused by him and his brothers' hands.

So he holds his head high, and acts like it doesn't bother him. Acts like he isn't a monster unworthy of forgiveness. One day, he will do more good than he's done wrong. But that day isn't today.

INFORMATION ON ZYRADEN — #canon IMAGES OF ZYRADEN — #visage INSPIRATIONS — #zyr core

Can be found ingame on WrA-A and MG-A under the name "Zyraden"

— ♥ —

MUN INFO

NAME - Mimi AGE - 28 Pronouns - She/Her

Ello I’m Mimi! You can also find me anywhere else under the name “BoilingHeart”. I’ve been a Horde main for the past 15+ years but somehow got MADLY obsessed with this homebrew Void Elf I came up with in 2019 for a guild campaign.

I’m still relatively new to Alliance stuff but I’ve already read most of what I need, and am now playing Alliance here and there. I’m excited to RP again, I used to be big on Tumblr RP back in ‘15 - ‘18, then in ‘20 - ‘21 before I quit, but I’m looking to try things again, dip my toes back into OC blogging!

[quelios-dawnsinger]

Daily Writing Challenge (May 2025)

Day 4 / May 28

Dangerous / Tremendous

It didn’t matter how lauded the best dish was in Silvermoon’s cafes, how well the liquor flowed, or how readily the denizens might answer a temptation, Quelios inevitably found the city life grating. Even House Dawnsinger’s black sheep of a son craved something beyond magic-tinged air, where everything seemed handed to him on a platter.

An itch in his lungs craved fresh air. A deeper itch in his fingers craved the draw of his bow. He knew until his sister was found and brought home to the nest of Dawnsinger vipers he would not be released back into service with the Sunreavers where he belonged. An annoying fact of insufferable nobility was that a man entangled by it just couldn't always piss where he wanted.

The Ghostlands was as close to a hunting ground as Quelios would be allowed. His eyes went to the real predator trailing beside him on careful, stealthy paws. The matron lynx shifted her great head forward, tufted ears perked as she contemplated their direction. He noted the way her muzzle wrinkled in dismay as she slinked into the Ghostlands, silently baring her fangs. She never liked the way the dead soil felt beneath her paws, or the unnatural stench of rot and mold when crossing the threshold into ruination. “S’okay, Favola. I know,” he whispered assuredly to the feline huntress. “Just a circuit, yeah?”

The lost land was often the depressing lesson to introduce to most new Farstriders, then sometimes a form of corporal punishment for those sent to guard over Tranquillien, Lio thought to himself, remembered from his earliest days as a recruit. Living in this isolatingly bleak, blanched rot, day after day humbled a soul quickly. Eventually, the Striders changed out the guard of course. You let a man live long enough in rot for too long, it was only a matter of time before he would begin to resemble it. He’d known some broken enough by life to go to the Ghostlands willingly, and never return. And of course there were the usual horror stories little ones were told to keep them far away this place, dark fantasies that only twisted the truth of a tremendous trauma experienced by an entire nation. Quelios knew what he needed to be effective.

He let his arrows sink into the heads of a few spare walking bodies shambling past dead wood, and an older monstrosity twisted by long set dark magic that Favola mauled until it no longer moved. But something else caught her scent, something else scurrying past trees, into hiding. Naturally, the lynx gave chase, and her years of experience as an honed predator produced results, stirring a cry from nearby foliage. Low to the ground at the feet of her fallen prey, she remained deceptively still, awaiting the single command that would set her like a springboard on a throat for the kill.

“W-wait! Don’t shoot!” came familiar notes of Thalassian. Cloak and hood had been shaken from the target’s face, revealing none other than another elf. Quelios almost felt a disgruntled mutter start in his throat at the thought they’d pinned down some ignoramus that got lost in the Ghostlands.

But it was not green eyes that stared wide up on him, or even the golden variety. A violet- blue pair of eyes tried to hold him and Favola at bay, empowered by the void. It was a stain that blanched their complexion too, revoking all natural color from the skin. Favola hissed menacingly, making the void elf attempt to scramble back from her in fear. She didn't like this one's scent either.

“Did you fall off your purple chicken on the way to the border, friend?” Lio teased back with pleasant Thalassian, but did not dare lower his attention from the target.

“…what? No…I am here to…meet with someone.” Either the void elf was fully naive or entirely unprepared for their excuse, Lio noted. Every word reeked of suspicion. “Please. Let me stand.”

Crouching in low and fast, he let his fingers fall briefly to the forest floor in a subtle affixing of a masked trap, before returning his hands to the aimed clocking of his bow. It would be a consequence lain out for any potential “friends” this one had at the thought of a ‘friendly’ little ambush. There was enough explosive, mechanized power to hobble several pairs of legs if it was triggered.

“Mmm, I think not. Not the ‘best’ place for a little reunion, you know. And we can’t have you in the city. Ah but I’m sure you know that. Drinking the very bad water didn't do you any favors, did it?”

“What? I’m not drunk, I’m just–”

Thwip! An arrow whipped like lightning into the void elf’s thigh, and his fumbling words deteriorated into a satisfyingly pained cry.

“Oh no, you really should be more careful, look at what all that void sniffing’s gotten you? Drugs are bad,” Quelios admonished mockingly. “It seems you won’t be walking much of anywhere now with that ankle, so I’m afraid you’ll have to cancel your plans. But I’m enough of a gentleman to escort you back to your chariot.”

Favola closed in and clenched her strong jaw around the loose, oversized hood, and began to drag their captor back to Tranqullien proper. It would be a painful 15 meters for the void elf, but one that would not be forgotten.

“No odd movement now, my friend, or you might find another body part made a little useless, hmm?” Quelios remarked with a dark turn on his joviality. In truth, any further issues would earn the void elf a more permanent silencing. On the front, the Sunreaver had seen how easily the Ren’dorei had been overtaken by the Harbingers call, how weak willed they were to the force they invited into them, and how quick they were to betray their own. A dangerous risk that would become inevitably unstable, like a ticking bomb. He knew what they were to the Sunwell, and none could be trusted with a Windrunner betraying her people to align the void-addled with the Alliance. Already, Quelios thought himself too merciful, letting this one be confiscated by Tranqullien’s forces.

It would have been better to loose an arrow in their head now like everything else shambling around the Ghostlands. Quelios hoped they would give him further reason to do so.

{ @daily-writing-challenge }

[delusionalartaficionado]

Void Elf (C)

By suomar

[wolf-of-stormwind]

I think I've finally pinned down the difference between void elves & blood elves

This doesn't count Alleria as she became a void elf completely separate from the rest of them.

The blood elves, above all else, are survivors. They turned to the fel, the demons, the horde to survive. The light is very important to them, not because they simply worship it (which they do but-) but because it is intrinsic to the sunwell, which is the life force of them and their society.

The void elves on the other hand, have that old azsharan curiosity that brought ruin to zin-azshari. They want to live and learn with no boundaries, they did not become ren'dorei for power to survive, but due to sheer curiosity.

Take either away and what are they but just blue and green eyed high elfs.