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I've been busy lately, as people might've noticed. A lot going on irl, and I've felt kinda sick for some while, and for RP I've been mostly focused on d&d. I should be back on in a week or two.
Until then, if anyone wants an art trade? I would be happy to have some headshots to draw. I have some art here for example: https://m.imgur.com/a/UO3cs https://m.imgur.com/a/zW22q
reply speed ≠ my interest in our thread / plot / or you, in general.
my and a friend made trial characters and went to see how bad MG goldshire was, for shits and giggles
The Sin’dorei had allowed him passage through what was now claimed ‘The Ghostlands’. They had even armed him, albeit with an air of reluctance. For now, Lirath was viewed as ‘neutral’. He had even been told he’d be given escort to Silvermoon, if he so wished it. Quel’dorei was all he’d ever known, but no one could hold his lack of knowledge against him… for now.
All he wanted, however, was to see his home. Or what was now left of it. Ghostly ruins now, as haunted as they looked. The foundation was broken, crumbling… much the way the very Windrunner lineage seemed to be. The undead, in all its forms, stalked the lands. ‘Ghostlands’. How fitting. There was nothing left here now but literal ghosts of the past.
Where was he supposed to go? He asked of his sisters, though their fates were not all easily handed over. Perhaps it was pity in their fel fused gazes. Sympathy for a young boy lost, only to return a young man equally lost. Vereesa’s ‘whereabouts’ were spoken on a tone of distaste. ‘Ranger General of the Silver Covenant’. She could be found in Dalaran.
His heart sank when the rangers admitted to not knowing Alleria’s whereabouts, nor fate. She had been missing, just as he had, nearly for just as long. Hope was offered, that if he too had survived, perhaps she was still to be found as well. ❝ And Sylvanas? Is she still with the Farstriders? ❞ She had to have been. She was their Ranger General. She would never abandon her post… ❝ …Lady Sylvanas can be found in the Undercity. ❞ ❝ …I do not know the place you speak of. ❞ ❝ The remains of Lordaeron. ❞
Lirath was only given answers to questions he spoke aloud. There was no warning of the true status of Sylvanas. There was no tale of how the Quel’dorei had been outcast. Their beloved Prince was not mentioned, he did not know the story of this ‘Lich King’ they spoke of in passing reference to the plague of scourge in their lands. But he would come to learn in the months to come. He sought the wisdom of the old mage that had brought him home, when he had moments to spare from the growing threat of The Legion.
But not once did he seek his sisters. Khadgar kept his recovery secret, speaking not a whisper of him as Lirath moved through Azeroth unrecognizable to his brethren. Lirath’s memory was a fair faced boy chasing after the shadows of his sisters. Sisters that would be the only ones who could still see that jubilant smile in a now weathered face of a young elf that had been raised into adulthood by the elements. He took comfort in his own anonymity as he adjusted to the harsh and broken history of his people divided. Of his people… slaughtered. His friends, his family. The more he learned, the more he felt unable to face what was left of his blood.
Alleria was the one he found himself aching to see. She had always been his confidant, and he hers. At times she had felt more a mother to him than Lireesa. At other times, his best friend. Now, it was more than that. Khadgar had told him they had found her – her and her husband. A human paladin who’s name Lirath had never heard. Another Windrunner lost and found. She would understand how he felt better than any other… or so he hoped.
There was still a seed of fear that bloomed in the center of his chest. Rejection. He was not the brother they’d lost, not now. They had been apart for so long, and he had been so young when he’d been torn from them. What if they no longer recognized him – accepted him. He couldn’t even say how much or how little he’d changed in another but appearance. His eyes were still the same, yes. They still glowed a haunting shade of blue unique to him, albeit it more wary and reserved than before. His hair still mirrored her own, a brilliant bright gold – shorter now, but still pulled back in a style reminiscent of his youth.
A childish part of him wondered over frivolous things, like if he were taller now, than her – than all of them. How would his bowmanship compare to theirs when so much of his own had been self-taught. He had always dreamed of becoming a ranger. He supposed in a way, he had achieved that, but never in the way he’d wished.
It had taken him days to work up the courage to even step foot in Stormwind. Their young king was gracious and welcoming. He was given an escort as to not find himself lost in the sprawling human city, and told when Alleria returned, she would be given the news of him… and where to find him.
The Valley of Heroes. It was not unsurprising to see the massive likeness of his sister looming over him, carved of stone and poised in memory of her prowess. He was left to his thoughts, alone to wait a reunion at times he had not thought he’d ever be gifted. Standing there beneath a statue erected in her honor was nearly surreal…
It was as if she’d truly died. As if they both had.
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Alleria had very nearly accused Turalyon and Anduin of lying to her. The news had come when she finally returned from her most recent business on Argus, and if she hadn’t known both the young king and her husband to be honest men, she would not have believed them. It felt too much like some sort of cruel trick; her oldest and deepest wound torn open again. She had killed so many in vengeance for it. Too many, perhaps.
So she decided to trust them, if not just because they were honest men, but because the idea of either of them wanting to hurt her so was simply something she could not imagine. She had braided her hair, and traded her armor for a pale green tunic and trousers— the sort of outfit that she had worn for housework and babysitting, not travel or war.
She and Turalyon had walked in long silence to the Stormwind gates. He was being polite, not speaking. Even now, though, she could sense some measure of empathy in his face, and his voice as he leaned down and said, ❝ The way of the world is inherently kind, Alleria, no matter how much might imply otherwise. Not every surprise must be miserable and cruel. ❞
If only that were true, my love. She thought, If only.
Oh, she hoped that he was right. She had no idea how to feel. Her mind was a tangled web. A long-undisturbed tower that had just had the base pulled from it, leaving it to shatter and tumble into one big, chaotic pile of raw emotion. Underneath it all, thoughts shadowed by dark whispers that told her over and over and over to expect nothing but the worst. If they are telling me the truth, then we have both risen from the dead, in a way.
Alleria took her husband’s hand and squeezed it, before letting go to make for the Valley of Heroes. She would not be so cruel as to waste time, at least. Thoughts flitted through her head. What to say, what to ask? It had been so many years—especially for her, and her thousand years of war. What would matter?
Then she rounded the corner, and all thoughts flew out of her mind. He was as she remembered, in a way—older, certainly. A maturity that he hadn’t had when he had... been lost. Taller than her. Even the near-immortal elves could change as they aged. Still, there was something there, some deep, ingrained familiarity that banished all thoughts of lies or deceit. The ever-present murmur in the back of her mind vanished as if it had never been there.
❝ Lir— ❞
Two steps, and then she was running. Between the statues of herself and her former comrades-in-arms, she bolted over the stone tile as fast as her legs could carry her. Unless he stopped her, she surged forward to embrace him.
❝ You—you were dead. ❞ She stammered, overwhelmed, ❝ How? ❞
someone: you sure that’s a wise decision?
me, offended: i’ve never made a wise decision in my life & never will
Does Turalyon have the gold tattoos on him like the Lightforged Draenei?
❝ — he does, though I cannot really appreciate them, since they’re hot to the touch, to me. It’s something to do with the whole lightforging proccess, which means that unfortunately... anything infused with the light will burn me, even if only a little bit.
...They are attractive, though. To look at, I mean. ❞
beroycls replied to your post: I think a lot of blizzard’s boring men problems...
Does that mean Alleria is April
...yes.
just imagine all of this but with Turalyon (and Alleria as April)
I think a lot of blizzard’s boring men problems would be solved if they just let some of those old very established male characters be stupid (or like, weird and eccentric like khadgar), i’m thinking of mostly Turalyon and Malfurion here but like. A character can be both effective and kind of dumb, and being dumb makes them more endearing.
Let Malfurion be the weird grandpa who always forgets where he left his housekeys and occasionally overpays shopkeepers by massive amounts because he just doesn’t understand money very well
Turalyon checks a console on the Xenedar for a solution to Alleria’s void problems and says “Alleria, I looked up your symptoms on the console and it says you have network connectivity problems.”
@freshpoiison !
Alleria knew where she was, and she did not like it.
No, that was wrong. It would be more accurate to say that she did not like that she was there. Her feet touched the too-green grass beneath them as she walked between twisting, verdant trees—and wherever she stepped, pestilent black spread outwards for a moment before melting to a withered grey. No, it was not good for her to be here. Not healthy, not so soon.
Alleria hurried down and out of the plant life as fast as she could, hoping that maybe that would minimize the damage. Hopping stone-to-stone over the small lake, she ducked her head down into a nearby cave, thankful to see that her touch didn’t appear to have the same withering effect on the stone as it had on the plants. When she looked up, she was face-to-face with the first person—or, image of a person—that she had seen since arrival. She flicked her ears back in confusion.
❝ I cannot be here. I should not be here, I should say— not as I am... what I am. ❞ She paused, and then inclined her head, respectfully, ❝ Of course... you, of all creatures, would know this. So, for what reason have you brought me? I... suspect you are behind this? ❞
I'm at work still but i can't stop thinking of Alleria & Turalyon & Arator
Love........ The good Family....... Sparkly
Send ™ to hear what my muse thinks of yours, nothing held back!
7. Is your muse difficult to ship with?
shipping meme - still accepting!
7 — Is your muse difficult to ship with?
Only if you don’t feel like polyshipping, because, y’know........ married. I guess no, overall? I’d probably be open to ship in the context of I Am A Widow Now, with Turalyon dead, and all. It would just be a bit of a different tone.
Because.... dead husband.
2. NOTP(s) for your muse?
shipping meme - still accepting!
1 — NOTP(s) for your muse?
Anything incestuous? You’d be surprised (or not surprised) how much of that you see (eugh). That probably applies to the last question too.
Can’t really think of anything beyond that? I’m not terribly picky with shipping, most of the time!
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shipping meme - still accepting!
1 — OTP(s) for your muse?
Alleria and Turalyon!
I’m also fond of shipping her with any of the lady Alliance leaders, but mostly in like… a poly context. I can’t separate her from her husband when she’s just gotten back to try and re-connect her family.
But also GIRLFRIEN,
11 — A ship in your fandom that you dislike (that does not include your muse)?
Illidan/Maiev? I think that’s about it. I can’t think of… a whole lot.
Mun Related Shipping Questions!
1. OTP(s) for your muse?
2. NOTP(s) for your muse?
3. Which canon muse(s) do you currently ship with?
4. Are you oc shipping friendly?
5. Do you currently have any oc ships?
6. Do you have an OT3 for your muse? Are you open to polyshipping?
7. Is your muse difficult to ship with?
8. Does your muse get jealous easily?
9. Are you multiship?
10. A ship in your fandom you love (that does not include your muse)?
11. A ship in your fandom that you dislike (that does not include your muse)?
12.Do you believe rp’ing a ship adds to character development?
13. Do you get jealous of your partners other ships?
14. How many ships is too many?
15. Is there a ship or type of ship that you will never write, no matter what the circumstances are?
I named my velociraptors in JW:E after Alleria, Sylvanas and Vereesa and immediately the first thing that happened was Alleria busted a fence and made a break for freedom and I had to have her knocked out and carted back in one of those extremely undignified helicopter transports.
I found out from the Naaru that those in the Twisting Nether expand across all realities (surely you heard about the alternate Draenor we visited some time ago) which means because of your presence for an extended period in the Twisting Nether you are the one and only Alleria across all realities.
❝ Hmm. I’m not entirely sure how that works. I have seen—glimpsed—a good number of alternate worlds myself, through my initial training, but you can never tell with the visions of the void if something is real or a fabrication of madness.
...Strange to think about. ❞
