Lady Tiye Fordring

Daughter of Highlord Tirion Fordring and Lady Kiyastrasza Fordring. Half Red Dragon | Paladin | Rp Blog by Kiya

[tirion-fordring]

"Hey Dad, are you and Mama... okay? I mean you two don't act like you used to. Its like you are afraid to touch her."

Tirion frowned at his daughter’s concern for her parents, “We’re fine, Tiye.” He shrugged out of the tainted armor, pulling the pauldrons off and setting them onto the table with a heavy thud and unlatching the breast and backplates. He reached up to undo the chainmail he wore underneath the plate armor, pulling it over his head and revealing his skin.What once had been warm, pale pink skin of the living; it was now cold and a pale grey. Runic tattoos were etched into his flesh, the magic infused in them keeping him alive and conscious. Tirion looked to his daughter, blue runic eyes staring at her. “Did she put you up to this?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Hearing her father say that they were fine Tiye sighed and put her hands on her hips. “No sir. In fact she expressly told me to not bother you with this question. But lets be honest Dad, we both know I was not going to listen. I worry about you two and thats why I’m asking.”

Tiye remembered her younger siblings, even Syri and Lyri asking her to check on her parents. With Kiya acting like everything was fine when Tiye knew something was bothering her mother.

[tirion-fordring]

The former Highlord rolled his eyes and continued to remove his armor until he only stood in his britches. “As I said, we are fine and you needn’t concern yourself about us.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“But Dad, I am going to. I care about you and Mama.That’s why I worry. I know this is not something you would want to hear from your kid.” She raised her hands as if to back off from the subject.

[tirion-fordring]

"Hey Dad, are you and Mama... okay? I mean you two don't act like you used to. Its like you are afraid to touch her."

Tirion frowned at his daughter’s concern for her parents, “We’re fine, Tiye.” He shrugged out of the tainted armor, pulling the pauldrons off and setting them onto the table with a heavy thud and unlatching the breast and backplates. He reached up to undo the chainmail he wore underneath the plate armor, pulling it over his head and revealing his skin.What once had been warm, pale pink skin of the living; it was now cold and a pale grey. Runic tattoos were etched into his flesh, the magic infused in them keeping him alive and conscious. Tirion looked to his daughter, blue runic eyes staring at her. “Did she put you up to this?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Hearing her father say that they were fine Tiye sighed and put her hands on her hips. "No sir. In fact she expressly told me to not bother you with this question. But lets be honest Dad, we both know I was not going to listen. I worry about you two and thats why I'm asking."

Tiye remembered her younger siblings, even Syri and Lyri asking her to check on her parents. With Kiya acting like everything was fine when Tiye knew something was bothering her mother.

[tirion-fordring]

Tiye was exhausted by the time she returned to Hearthglen but she was at peace knowing she had her revenge on the monster that killed her father. While Kiya was gearing up to take on the Nighthold, Tiye with the aid of the priests of Netherlight Temple and the Order of the Silver Hand, brought down Balnazzar. In her waist pouch she held one of his horns as a gift for her father. Tiye sat on the chair opposite her father's desk in his office to await him.

The risen death knight entered his own private study, a thin trail of frost following in his wake before evaporating behind him. Tirion Fordring paused in the doorway when he saw his eldest sitting at his desk, waiting for him patiently. When the messenger had informed him Tiye wanted to speak to him, he stopped mock fighting with one of the Argents to see what his daughter wanted.

“Well met, Highlord,” Tirion greeted, stepping further inside and trying to get a firm grip on the frozen aura he emitted; something that he was having trouble with since his raising. He had refused to go with Darion and the Four Horsemen when they had fixed the mistake they had created with the initial attempt to raise him, so therefore he had not received any instruction on how to handle the new abilities and chose to rely more on his connection with the Light than with the Death magic that gave him life again.

“What can I do for the Highlord of the Silver Hand?” the words rolled off of his tongue with pride as he stepped around and sat down in his armchair. “Or is this a personal visit?” He hoped it was the latter. He did not get to see his eldest children much these days.

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Tiye laughed, a rare occasion nowadays. “You know Daddy when they call me Highlord I still look for you sir.” The Ashbringer was kept as well taken care of as he did when he wielded it and she was just as particular about the care of her weapons.

“Its more personal than business.. since I hardly ever see you or Mama anymore. I needed to come home today after…” she grasped the leather waist pouch and sat it on the desk between them. “We found him, Daddy. Balnazzar.”

The fight was so fresh in her mind, the singing hum of the blade as it carved through demonic flesh leaving only ash in its wake. Later, at the end of it all, when the weary defenders were just standing there in shock and triumph did the newly christened Highlord of the Silver Hand permit herself a small giggle. The sword had been accurately named after all.

“To make a long story short Dad, the Legion was attacking Netherlight Temple and Prophet Velen, and we defeated them. Balnazzar was leading them and I almost choked Daddy… I remember what he did to you, how it hurt Mama and our family. I don’t remember striking him down but I did, I could feel all of the fury of those he killed and the Light was with me sir…”

She had to pause, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. “In this bag is his horn, I wanted to show you it before I destroyed it because you taught me any part of a demon is dangerous. Not just for you, but for me and all of those good people that the demon murdered. I know Mama is gearing up to go to the Nighthold, I hope this will bring her and you peace… it did for me…”

Tiye closed the gap between them and pulled her father in for a much needed hug, the tears flowing freely. The Highlord of the Silver Hand was just now a tired little girl with her father now.

“I-i don’t know how you and Mama can stand this… you two are stronger than I give you credit for…”

[tirion-fordring]

Frost slowly crept and solidified around the reluctant death knight’s limbs as he stared at the horn that once belonged to his tormentor. Tirion did not peel his eyes away, he could not even if he wanted to. Memories of his ordeal, his death resurfaced and pierced his tormented soul as sharply as the freezing temperature that dropped in the room around him.

The ice encased his feet and glued them to the stone flooring beneath him, his hands and arms frozen to the chair in a similar manner. Frosty breath exhaled with each breath he took and he blinked once the entire time. He had not heard a single word his daughter had said and so missed out how she had slain the monster that had ordered for and participated in his interrogation and murder.

Tirion could still feel the Fel coursing through his body, burning his flesh and boiling his blood. He could feel the sharp pain as his soul was ripped from his body and returned just at the precipice of being torn away completely. The Light had helped him endure his torment long enough for the Silver Hand to grant him peace before he died, but it had not been strong enough or he had not been strong enough to survive.

Quietly he closed his eyes and tried to draw upon that same power to quell the nightmare roiling within his head. Peace escaped him once more. His current existence would not allow him to know such pleasure anymore. At least not until his final death.

“Please,” frosty breaths exhaled after what felt like an eternity of silence. “Dispose of it or remove it from my presence.” Tirion Fordring opened his eyes, runic blue staring at his daughter and masking the panic that lay hidden underneath the magical glow.

@tiye-fordring

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Without further ado she quickly grabbed the horn and stuffed it back into the pouch. She would personally dispose of it later. 

Tiye’s mind wandered back to that day where she saw her own father, her hero die in her arms and there was nothing she could have done to save him. The fury she felt as Balnazzar mocked her pain and the despair of bringing his body home to her mother who had clung onto the barest hope that he would come home alive.

“Of course Daddy...” She made sure to put it where he could not see it.”If I upset you I am sorry...”

[tirion-fordring]

Tiye was exhausted by the time she returned to Hearthglen but she was at peace knowing she had her revenge on the monster that killed her father. While Kiya was gearing up to take on the Nighthold, Tiye with the aid of the priests of Netherlight Temple and the Order of the Silver Hand, brought down Balnazzar. In her waist pouch she held one of his horns as a gift for her father. Tiye sat on the chair opposite her father's desk in his office to await him.

The risen death knight entered his own private study, a thin trail of frost following in his wake before evaporating behind him. Tirion Fordring paused in the doorway when he saw his eldest sitting at his desk, waiting for him patiently. When the messenger had informed him Tiye wanted to speak to him, he stopped mock fighting with one of the Argents to see what his daughter wanted.

“Well met, Highlord,” Tirion greeted, stepping further inside and trying to get a firm grip on the frozen aura he emitted; something that he was having trouble with since his raising. He had refused to go with Darion and the Four Horsemen when they had fixed the mistake they had created with the initial attempt to raise him, so therefore he had not received any instruction on how to handle the new abilities and chose to rely more on his connection with the Light than with the Death magic that gave him life again.

“What can I do for the Highlord of the Silver Hand?” the words rolled off of his tongue with pride as he stepped around and sat down in his armchair. “Or is this a personal visit?” He hoped it was the latter. He did not get to see his eldest children much these days.

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Tiye laughed, a rare occasion nowadays. "You know Daddy when they call me Highlord I still look for you sir." The Ashbringer was kept as well taken care of as he did when he wielded it and she was just as particular about the care of her weapons.

"Its more personal than business.. since I hardly ever see you or Mama anymore. I needed to come home today after..." she grasped the leather waist pouch and sat it on the desk between them. "We found him, Daddy. Balnazzar."

The fight was so fresh in her mind, the singing hum of the blade as it carved through demonic flesh leaving only ash in its wake. Later, at the end of it all, when the weary defenders were just standing there in shock and triumph did the newly christened Highlord of the Silver Hand permit herself a small giggle. The sword had been accurately named after all.

"To make a long story short Dad, the Legion was attacking Netherlight Temple and Prophet Velen, and we defeated them. Balnazzar was leading them and I almost choked Daddy... I remember what he did to you, how it hurt Mama and our family. I don't remember striking him down but I did, I could feel all of the fury of those he killed and the Light was with me sir..."

She had to pause, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. "In this bag is his horn, I wanted to show you it before I destroyed it because you taught me any part of a demon is dangerous. Not just for you, but for me and all of those good people that the demon murdered. I know Mama is gearing up to go to the Nighthold, I hope this will bring her and you peace... it did for me..."

Tiye closed the gap between them and pulled her father in for a much needed hug, the tears flowing freely. The Highlord of the Silver Hand was just now a tired little girl with her father now.

"I-i don't know how you and Mama can stand this... you two are stronger than I give you credit for..."

[i-phoenix]

"Aunt Nix, I'm confused. My mom is back to her seemingly happy crazy but there is still something not right. And my Dad...I don't know. I know they are still dealing with his raising as a death knight..."

“It can be difficult to adjust to. I remember when…nevermind. Tell me, what is going on at home that has your senses tingling?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Mom hasn’t worked on anything since Dad came back. Arden is still hearing voices, Sidra isn’t home half of the time and Mom when she isn’t with Dad is just with Caydin and the baby. She hasn’t even made a single pun at home. Dad is so quiet and Mom is worried hardcore for him..”

[i-phoenix]

“No puns…? That’s not good. Well, she can’t really work on anything…” Softly mumbles this part, “Since her work room is still locked.” Begins to speak louder again so it’s easy for Tiye to hear. “I will talk to her dear, and find out what is going on.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“I remember you locked her work room up after Dad died, because she was so unstable that leaving her alone just meant she’d find a new way to try and kill herself.” Tiye shuddered. “That was scary to see, I know my mom has always been a little off, but she was just not there, like she wanted to die when my dad died. She went from wanting to die in battle and when she couldn’t go, finding any other means…”

[i-phoenix]

“Dragons love for life dear. That’s why it’s dangerous for us to love mortals. Their lives are so very short that, once it ends, it feels like our life is ending too. Sometimes just the breaking of the mating bond is enough to kill a mate. He is back though so she should be better…at least I thought she would be.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“I think Mom is just tired. She’s so worried about Dad and Arden that she forgets to take care of herself. She’s not been on the front lines in a long time.” Tiye hugged herself. “And Mom wonders why I don’t want to get married…”

[i-phoenix]

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. Although I would suggest mating over marriage. It’s far more fulfilling. As for Kiya, I’ll speak to her and beat some sense into her. I love that woman but she does have a tendency to forget her own needs.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Nobody has beaten me in a duel yet Auntie. I tell Mom and Dad that until that happens I will not be anyone’s wife. I will not be so easily won!” Tiye grinned wickedly before sobering up “Yeah, she’s a stubborn mule of a dragon, if that makes sense. I wonder how Dad puts up with her...”

[i-phoenix]

"Aunt Nix, I'm confused. My mom is back to her seemingly happy crazy but there is still something not right. And my Dad...I don't know. I know they are still dealing with his raising as a death knight..."

“It can be difficult to adjust to. I remember when…nevermind. Tell me, what is going on at home that has your senses tingling?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Mom hasn’t worked on anything since Dad came back. Arden is still hearing voices, Sidra isn’t home half of the time and Mom when she isn’t with Dad is just with Caydin and the baby. She hasn’t even made a single pun at home. Dad is so quiet and Mom is worried hardcore for him..”

[i-phoenix]

“No puns…? That’s not good. Well, she can’t really work on anything…” Softly mumbles this part, “Since her work room is still locked.” Begins to speak louder again so it’s easy for Tiye to hear. “I will talk to her dear, and find out what is going on.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“I remember you locked her work room up after Dad died, because she was so unstable that leaving her alone just meant she’d find a new way to try and kill herself.” Tiye shuddered. “That was scary to see, I know my mom has always been a little off, but she was just not there, like she wanted to die when my dad died. She went from wanting to die in battle and when she couldn’t go, finding any other means…”

[i-phoenix]

“Dragons love for life dear. That’s why it’s dangerous for us to love mortals. Their lives are so very short that, once it ends, it feels like our life is ending too. Sometimes just the breaking of the mating bond is enough to kill a mate. He is back though so she should be better…at least I thought she would be.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“I think Mom is just tired. She’s so worried about Dad and Arden that she forgets to take care of herself. She’s not been on the front lines in a long time.” Tiye hugged herself. “And Mom wonders why I don’t want to get married...”

[i-phoenix]

"Aunt Nix, I'm confused. My mom is back to her seemingly happy crazy but there is still something not right. And my Dad...I don't know. I know they are still dealing with his raising as a death knight..."

“It can be difficult to adjust to. I remember when…nevermind. Tell me, what is going on at home that has your senses tingling?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Mom hasn’t worked on anything since Dad came back. Arden is still hearing voices, Sidra isn’t home half of the time and Mom when she isn’t with Dad is just with Caydin and the baby. She hasn’t even made a single pun at home. Dad is so quiet and Mom is worried hardcore for him..”

[i-phoenix]

“No puns…? That’s not good. Well, she can’t really work on anything…” Softly mumbles this part, “Since her work room is still locked.” Begins to speak louder again so it’s easy for Tiye to hear. “I will talk to her dear, and find out what is going on.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“I remember you locked her work room up after Dad died, because she was so unstable that leaving her alone just meant she’d find a new way to try and kill herself.” Tiye shuddered. “That was scary to see, I know my mom has always been a little off, but she was just not there, like she wanted to die when my dad died. She went from wanting to die in battle and when she couldn’t go, finding any other means...”

[i-phoenix]

"Aunt Nix, I'm confused. My mom is back to her seemingly happy crazy but there is still something not right. And my Dad...I don't know. I know they are still dealing with his raising as a death knight..."

“It can be difficult to adjust to. I remember when…nevermind. Tell me, what is going on at home that has your senses tingling?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Mom hasn’t worked on anything since Dad came back. Arden is still hearing voices, Sidra isn’t home half of the time and Mom when she isn’t with Dad is just with Caydin and the baby. She hasn’t even made a single pun at home. Dad is so quiet and Mom is worried hardcore for him..”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Headcanon for Tiye

Tiye is Kiya and Tirion's eldest daughter and a complete tomboy. From the time she was old enough to know what a paladin is that is what she wanted to be when she grew up. From the time she was little she idolized her father and followed in his footsteps.

She hates being curvy like her mother and wears her hair either short or bound in a bun and often binds her breasts. While there have been suitors seeking her hand in marriage Tiye will not agree to any offer of marriage until they've beaten her fair and square in a duel.

So far, no one has beaten her.

She’s not terribly social either. Outside of her duties to the Crusade after her father’s death and raising as a death knight.

send her in prompts :) 

[sir-arsalot]

*just leaves a really big pumpkin pie, as big as a table*

Francis stares at the pie, eyes wide. “Is this edible?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Yeah well, I made it so it is. If my mom did, I wouldn’t bet on it.”

[sir-arsalot]

He blinked, “Why on Azeroth would you make one so big?” He’s trying to figure out how to get a slice.

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Because its not been done? And its pre-sliced.” Tiye was oddly happy in the kitchen when she cooked, it was the one place where she would get peace and quiet. A far cry from her mother who wasn’t much of a cook, Tiye more than made up for that.

[sir-arsalot]

*just leaves a really big pumpkin pie, as big as a table*

Francis stares at the pie, eyes wide. “Is this edible?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“Yeah well, I made it so it is. If my mom did, I wouldn’t bet on it.”

[arden-fordring]

He awoke screaming, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. The dragon priest wrapped his arms around himself tightly, not to ward away any cold but to give himself a false sense of security. Arden trembled in fear as his mind continued to focus on what he had seen, what awaited him if he did not shake off his tormentors. His aunt had said to stay with family, let them in on what was troubling him and talk about it, but he had and the voices and images remained.

The young dragon broke down into tears, afraid of giving in to their promises and threats and the hopelessness of trying to resist them. “Tiyegosa!” he screamed for his sister, azure eyes darting to the shadows and then to the door to his chambers. She cannot help you, whelping. The power of the Old Gods is at your fingertips, embrace it and serve us. We reward those who are faithful.

No! He would not listen, he could not listen.

You can restore the human Highlord.

He knew that was a lie, but a part of him that kept listening was intrigued. The Light had failed to save his father, who was to say that the Shadow could not?

“Tiye!” he screamed for his sister again. He was certain his shouts would have the whole Keep come running up to his chambers. Thankfully his parents were away for the week and he didn’t have to deal with their attempts to deal with the corruption seeping into him.

@tiye-fordring

[tiye-fordring-blog]

"Ardengos?" Tiye burst into his room, since she was right next door and under one of the tapestries there was a doorway to her room, a throwback from the days when they were kids and could hardly bear being away from each other for too long.

"I'm here big brother...shh its okay..." Tiye pulled him into her arms as she called upon the Light to wrap them both in a comforting warmth.

Normally their mother would be in here before her daughter would, that uncanny ability mother dragons had of knowing when their whelps were in distress. After what happened with their father Tiye found herself unable to ratchet down from high alert and was now helping her father in his duties.

“What is going on? Are they back?” She didn’t need to tell him who they were, he knew.

[medivhthecorrupted]

"I suppose I am to call you Uncle now..." Tiye looked so much like her mother, save her height, that she got from her father.

Medivh narrowed his eyes, “How did you get into my tower?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“And you are as charming as she described! And to answer your question, the same way she has. Speaking of which, have you seen her?” 

[medivhthecorrupted]

“No? Has she gotten herself into trouble again?” the Magus questioned, though he made it sound sarcastic rather than concerned.

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Tiye sighed as she shifted from one foot to the other. Now was not the time to lose her temper, the downside of being of draconic blood was her quick temper. “The only reason why I am right here is that she hasn’t been home nor has she responded to any attempts at communication. My father is concerned for the welfare of his wife and I volunteered to come and ask you myself since I can’t seem to find my aunt here.”

She was trying her best to keep her voice professional and to not unleash the holy Light in rage. Her mother was fond of this person and spoke well of him. “You seem to not care a whit so I must be wasting my time..”

[medivhthecorrupted]

Medivh sighed in annoyance. Couldn’t this paladin see that he was busy? However when she mentioned that her mother could not be found, he paused in what he was doing and looked over at her. “And I suppose you or your father thinks I’ve done something with her?”

He could see her anger simmering on the threshold and he really did not want to be on the receiving end of a holy spell. The dead Highlord had more restraint in life but that did not mean it passed on to his daughter.

“I know not where she is or what she’s gotten herself in to. Did she even say where she was going or what she was up to lately?” Medivh questioned.

[tiye-fordring-blog]

"All she said to me when I last saw her, is that she was coming here to babysit my cousins and fix something for you and I nor my father have heard of her. Sometimes she forgets to call when she gets here and will usually call when she is on her way home. This isn't like her..." Tiye began to pace then turned to look at him "I'll go out and look, forgive me for bothering you..."

And she turned to leave after that, her patience spent. The telepathic bond she has with her mother wasn't showing any signs of life and she was afraid but loathe to show it.

[medivhthecorrupted]

"I suppose I am to call you Uncle now..." Tiye looked so much like her mother, save her height, that she got from her father.

Medivh narrowed his eyes, “How did you get into my tower?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“And you are as charming as she described! And to answer your question, the same way she has. Speaking of which, have you seen her?” 

[medivhthecorrupted]

“No? Has she gotten herself into trouble again?” the Magus questioned, though he made it sound sarcastic rather than concerned.

[tiye-fordring-blog]

Tiye sighed as she shifted from one foot to the other. Now was not the time to lose her temper, the downside of being of draconic blood was her quick temper. "The only reason why I am right here is that she hasn't been home nor has she responded to any attempts at communication. My father is concerned for the welfare of his wife and I volunteered to come and ask you myself since I can't seem to find my aunt here."

She was trying her best to keep her voice professional and to not unleash the holy Light in rage. Her mother was fond of this person and spoke well of him. "You seem to not care a whit so I must be wasting my time.."

[medivhthecorrupted]

"I suppose I am to call you Uncle now..." Tiye looked so much like her mother, save her height, that she got from her father.

Medivh narrowed his eyes, “How did you get into my tower?”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“And you are as charming as she described! And to answer your question, the same way she has. Speaking of which, have you seen her?” 

[angstmemes]

nightmare starters

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s just a dream!” “What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…” “I woke up because you were screaming so loudly.” “Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” “It was so real! I swear! He/she was here!” “I don’t ever want to sleep again. What if– what if I dream about that again?” “If you tell me, it’ll go away. That’s what my mum/dad always told me and it’s never failed me.” “Do you want to go back to sleep, or shall I make you a cup of tea?” “I don’t want to go back to sleep…” “I’m so scared… I can’t stop seeing what I just saw. It was so vivid!” “There’s really nobody here, okay? Do you need me to show you around to prove that to you?” “How do I know I’m not still dreaming? You’re acting really strangely.” “Let’s get you to the shower, you’re covered in sweat.” “There’s really nobody else here.” “You’ve got a really bad fever. That must have caused those weird dreams.” “I don’t even know what a peaceful night’s sleep is like anymore.” “I can’t do this anymore. These nightmares have to stop…” “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” “How long have you been having these nightmares?” “I’ve had nightmares all my life, but they’ve been really bad recently.” “You get so worked up before you go to sleep, maybe you should try to relax a bit more. Maybe then you’ll get some rest?” “I’d kill for a peaceful night’s sleep.” “A dream catcher? Honestly? I’m not a child.” “Nothing’s ever helped this. I just need to learn to live with the fact that sleeping will always be a nightmare, literally.” “I’m so tired… but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that.”

[tirion-fordring]

"Mom doesn't believe me when I say your sword should be called the Assbringer and not the Ashbringer. Guys are following me around Dad, its kinda weird."

“Show them the sword at their groin, they won’t follow you around anymore,” Tirion told his daughter, narrowing his eyes. “If that doesn’t work, remind them that I am a death knight and will visit them with an army of undead should they make my daughter uncomfortable with their unwanted presence.”

[tiye-fordring-blog]

“They then remember I am the Highlord so I make them run extra laps and scrub the confessional in the church on their hands and knees. I mention you and Mama.. I don’t get any repeat offenders...” Tiye tilted her head to the side “How are you and Mom?”