William Oakleaf

A collection of stories following primarily the Half-Kaldorei, William Oakleaf.

[shashibasket]

Nightmares

Shirtless-William-Who-Was-Not-William was on the bed again, chiding and teasing Kalia as she went about her day. Normally he was easy to ignore…as time went on, and her supply of the mysterious potion left behind by her family dwindled, his arguments grew more persuasive.

“Isn’t fighting exhausting?” The vision who was not actually her husband drawled, the back of his hand theatrically pressed to his forehead. “Why do you try? You know that it’s your destiny to join us, aid us. I am already theirs, you know that I am. You cannot fight them all alone. *Join* us instead. Be at my side. Burn this world to ash, as you were meant to do.”

Kali growled, picking up her daughter from where she was trying to pull up to her feet with the aid of the bedding, the tiny dark wings at the infant’s shoulderblades poking through the holes cut in her pajamas flapped fitfully. She didn’t usually bother to respond. She knew that it wasn’t him. It wasn’t him…

Monster.

MONSTER.

She fumbled in the bedside table for the vial containing just the sparest amounts of the potion that would help her block out the worst of the whispers until an alternate means could be found. There would have been more of it, it would have lasted longer…

“But I’m useless,” Not-William sighed from the bedding, flopping to the sheets helplessly. “Have you ever been able to count on me?” He pondered, touching a knuckle to the underside of his own chin. “Or have I always left you to engineer your own rescue? To manufacture your own fate with your own strength?”

ALL FLIGHTS WILL SERVE.

Half of the potion had gone to William, who had willingly–

“Willingly,” Shirtless-William murmured with a grin.

–given himself up to the shadows, steeping himself in them to magnify his own power, and now could no longer control the effects. She couldn’t control the circumstances of her birth, didn’t choose to be who she was, didn’t set cultists on her trail but he had chosen–

“Chosen,” False William said, elbows on the bedding, head propped up on his fists under his chin.

–to do this, and now he couldn’t control the consequences without the aid that was meant for her. Meant to keep her stable, through assaults by cultists and whispers that were quickly turning into shouts. She had to make certain that the both of them weren’t slipping, she had to be the one with the sense to make the plans, to take care of the issue, to keep them grounded because he was incapable–

“Incapable!” He strummed dramatically at a harp that he suddenly had.

–of being the stronger of them and holding himself together. By his own choice.

The darkness was suddenly all around her, a thousand eyes glowed. “My choice,” William’s voice rumbled, and yet it wasn’t his either. Another voice joined his, resonating in her mind, rolling with heat that made her throat burn, lighting like a furnace in her chest, threatening to boil up out of her mouth. “It doesn’t have to be a struggle. Join me…join us.”

There was a firm, smacking but tiny impact on her arm as Ash flailed her hand to get her attention, arching and fussing. It was close to when she normally ate. That touch dispersed the shadows and brought her back to the moment, and to the reality of the little one who needed her.

[williamoakleaf]

The night was a drastic change to the nights prior, where he would normally enjoy the warmth of the Blanket Lair and the company of those dearest to his heart, his out-of-character petting of Boots in front of EVERYBODY sentenced him to a night of exile downstairs upon the dreaded couch. The manor was normally a warm place but seclusion and helplessness allowed forces unseen to creep in, veiling the warmth and light of the fireplace. He was no stranger to the cold dark, but he felt incomplete being absent from Kalia’s side. He drifted in and out, listening, staring at the dark ceiling as a chilling draft swept across the room, making sleep impossible. Ultimately, he blamed himself for being so careless... “William...” His ears perked up to the sound of his name. He was sure he had heard it, Kalia’s voice. He stood up from the couch, staring at the staircase as though to make his way towards it.  “William...” Called the voice again, though it came from the direction of the manor entrance. The door was left partially open with an obscured figure beckoning him through. Curious, William stood up, wondering why his wife was calling him outside. This was unlike her. “Come inside, dear.” He said softly, lifting his palm as to gesture to the staircase, to a staircase that was not there. Slowly his eyes began to trail back to the door, it had completely opened. “We need to go...” Called the voice of Kalia. On the other side of the door, a bright amber glow gave shape to the figure of Kalia, whom was cradling their baby Ash closely to her chest. It was too obvious, he would not be fooled by such a ploy. “I will not so carelessly let down my guard again.” William stated firmly, standing his ground. “Forgive me, but I thought you would grateful.” replied a new, softly spoken feminine voice from behind him. He spun around, alarmed, but froze as to what he saw. There, sat a Kaldorei woman, her matched the tone of his, hair long and lush, shining silver like the moon’s surface, dressed in an elegant green gown as she watched him with what appeared to be a look of concern. This woman was a stranger to him, yet felt familiar somehow, as if he she had always been at his side. Thoughts flooded his mind, speculating the form of this woman, the word ‘Mother’ was all that came to mind, the term being ambiguous - It could’ve meant the Mother Moon, Elune, herself, it could be the form of a mother he never knew... “I know what you are... Your lies... Like this form you assume.” William replied coldly, seeing through the guise that sought to play the strings of his heart. “My friend, out of respect, I have taken this form so that I may speak to you more comfortably.” The woman spoke softly, standing up from the couch as to look at him on equal height. “...I know that I have not been kind to you and your family.” The Half-Elf gritted his teeth, bearing those canines as the floor would crack beneath him under the pressure of the Night Warrior’s rage. “Kind? At every opportunity YOU have sought to torment us!” William’s eyes were rage-filled, fixated as he spoke. “You and your family have given me little choice...” The woman replied softly, taking a seat upon the couch. The amber glow of the door faded and the figure of Kalia and Ash had vanished behind it. “I come to you just to talk. Please. Just hear me out...” The woman raises her hands calmly as to gesture that she means no harm. William was adamant, his mind had already been set but this was not like before. Whereas he would be met with tormenting visions and whispers, he was being spoken to... Respectfully, even, the tone in which this woman spoke in was anything but invasive. “You know what I am, but you know not of our nature. We are but one half of a whole that balances the very existence that you dwell in. And while our role in this existence is chaotic, it is necessary.” The woman spoke, watching the Half-Elf carefully.  “That doesn’t mean we want to live a life consumed with chaos!” He spat defiantly. “...William. I fear that we may not have a choice in the matter. For the first time ever, that balance has been threatened. You and your family have a role to play to restore that balance.” She said softly, stepping away from the Half-Elf as to stride towards a door that was unseen. “Why are you telling me this? To trick me? It sounds as though you have just decided to switch tactics with how you approach me.” He says, watching the woman stride away, her visage fading from sight. “Existence itself is threatened, William. And we must all play our part in preserving it, even if it isn’t the way that we want it. If you care for your family, that they may go on existing, you will at least heed what I have to say... As a show of good faith, I will loosen my grip over your mind.” William scowled. “And what of my wife?! Will you be so kind to her?!” A sigh echoed through the room. “...She was born to my influence naturally. I, unfortunately, have no power in the choices that she makes and the forces that she listens to.”  William would find himself staring upon the ceiling once again, having dozed off into a dream... Or was it? Yet he felt strange. The whispers, they grew silent again, he felt unburdened, unweighted, his thoughts were more easily formed and the shake in his hand had faded. Just what was the Old God playing at? ...Or could it be that it spoke the truth to him?

[williamoakleaf]

Inheritance

As clouds of grey showered the city of Boralus in rainfall, a rough sea breeze would sweep through the narrow pathways and streets with a cold, unrelenting bite. Yet the pristine streets of Upton Borough would remain neat despite this forceful front of nature, the lanterns that illuminated the streets gave off an amber glow, dancing with the gusts that swept the streets. The Half-Elf, William Oakleaf, had been busy chasing leads, having conversed in hushed privacy with his wife, Adrienne, the night prior. Their conversation had brought light to a matter of interest, though one that William held under a lens of skepticism -- His biological father, whose name was William Blackletter, was a Kul Tiran Captain once upon a time. Due to his efforts in the Second War, he was granted a Barony in Lordaeron. Uncertain but not unlikely, this inspired the idea that Oakleaf might hold potential inheritance over lands or holdings that Blackletter owned within Kul Tiras. Leading him up to now within the streets of Upton Borough, spending the day looking for records, William had discovered that Blackletter did leave behind something -- A business, and a rather successful one at that, according the Noble class. The navigation of the district was an uphill one as William passed by high end stores, venues where Boralas’ noblemen would come to congregate, even Ashvane Company businesses were found here. Then he would find it, beneath the shadow of Proudmoore academy, the face of the man whom had taken part in bringing him into the world, the same man whom had attempted numerous times at ridding him from the world, his biological father’s face. William Blackletter. His face was painted onto the signs of the business from his jet black, tied up hair, long face, prominent black beard and a wide, warm grin that was uncannily similar to the way William would smile. It was very clear that despite his Elven heritage, William retained a lot of his father’s features. Beneath the grinning man, the words “Blackletter Imports” were presented boldly and proudly within the plots of land that the business would occupy with a stylish handcrafted font with various artistic wave-like curves upon a delicately rolled out parchment. Loathe to admitting it, this was a good thing and William had work to do... This was his father’s business and it was still running without him, and William, being the living heir had rights over inheritance. This night he would find himself busy in research and investigation... To inherit this alleged ‘successful’ business, he would need to prepare. @shashibasket

[williamoakleaf]

SAITAMA RETURNS! Battle for Lordaeron

“So there I was. Last guy there.”

“Genn gives an inspirational hero speech.”

“...But I got bored and walked ahead. Looks like we weren’t doing so good.”

“So I punched some Horde...”

“...Then I punched their machines.”

“...Then they brought bigger machines.”

“So I punched them, too...”

“So then their leader ordered to gas the place.”

“...Gas that turned everything into skeletons.”

“So I punched them all and the gas too.”

“...Problem solved. Invasion continues.”

“Oh? An Ice wall?”

“Punched that, too. The Horde on the other side weren’t so lucky. Moving on.”

“It was a trap...”

“...So then there was this second army waiting for us.”

“...Really, Sylvanas?”

“...What do you think is going to happen?”

“Baine has the right idea.”

“The Horde ran away. Just like the Broken Shore!”

“Yeah, get out of here Sylvy.”

“But one brave Orc stayed behind.”

“The fist is stronger than the sword, I’m afraid...”

“...Okay.”

“I didn’t kill him, but I did win. Lordaeron is ours.”

“Wait, where’s the Queen? Ah, there she goes. Bye!”

[williamoakleaf]

An Oak Amongst The Fires: Pt III

Hope burns, Fire. All he saw was fire. Teldrassil, the World Tree, once a wonderland of life, untamed and green had become a feast for the fires. His eyes darted fretfully as heroes and Darnassian citizens alike scrambled to save as many as they could from the fires, yet the chaos was so spread that one could barely tell where anything was anymore. William however, didn’t set his gaze on the burning city of Darnassus, his fears were for the people that couldn’t reach the city. Those beyond the city’s borders and deep within the Teldrassil itself. Those denizens of Dolanaar and Shadowglen had no escape as the flames would burn their brightest and the smoke would be at its thickest. Yet the Half-Elf didn’t relent, willingly put himself in harms way to save who he could. His armour would scorch as the nearby flames licked at his leather protection, providing little defence to the unforgiving heat. Yet he was no stranger to it, he had become accustomed to it, he would recall those intimate moments surrounded by flaming geysers or erupting volcanoes he would experience with his beloved Adrienne... Kalia. Ah yes, if she knew where he was now and what he was doing, without a doubt she would be disapproving and even scolding of his actions. The thought, while amusing also brought him determination, he would not die amongst the flames and he will save as many as he could. The town of Dolanaar already fell victim to the flames, those inhabitants that remained were long charred by the feasting fires. The Half-Elf coughed and hacked violently as the smoke filled his lungs, making breathing difficult but he would endure it for now. As his eyes searched for any signs of life, his heart would ache as all he could find were charred bodies of citizens that remained. Hope of finding someone was surely fading... Shadowglen. He would trek the burning path to Shadowglen. The journey there took its toll on his body as the sheer heat turned his armour against him, blackened by ash and absorbing of heat, William didn’t realise the severity of his burns. Casting aside his mask as its sear became too unbearable for his face to handle, his heart raced in panic as he gazed down upon himself. His armour became welded to his skin... Somehow, someway, he had endured the heat that his armour could not and this would be a grave mistake. Burned, cauterised and armour melting into his skin, he had to get to Shadowglen quickly. His vision grew hazy as a lack of oxygen made him delirious, coughing and sputtering as he pressed forward on sheer will alone. Shadowglen. He was here. Again, all he found were charred bodies... How could he have been so foolish? He looked and looked, his jogs became walks, his walks became crawls as his strength began to wane. There had to be something, someone. He couldn’t have come all the way out here for nothing... He hoped and hoped but nothing. Soon rationalisation would catch up to the Half-Elf, he would die here if he stayed. Using the last of his strength, he would focus... A shadowy rift, he thought of Sablewood... Too far. Stormwind. Too far. No... This was not how it should all end. His mind searched and he thought of the Temple of The Moon. The rift would open for him and he would reach forth towards it... Then black. Nothing. The quiet darkness was brief as his eyes narrowly opened, blurred figures scurried past him, muffled voices heard all around him. Though his body ached from dehydration and the searing wounds he had endured, he felt the cool breeze in the air that indicated that he was safe... He didn’t know, he didn’t care. Guilt wracked his mind as his search for survivors lead to nothing... He risked his life to save people and saved nobody. His eyes would close again as even the effort of remaining conscious was too much for his body to handle. For now, he would sink back into the comforting cold embrace of sleep. Hope had been allowed to burn this day...

[williamoakleaf]

An Oak Amongst Fires: Part II

Sabotaged, Perched amongst the tall trees of Darkshore, the Half-Elf sat in wait. The day prior he had conducted his own operation in which he enlisted the aid of his dear wife, Adrienne, and his friend and comrade, Layden. He was grateful for their aid, dwelling on the thought would cause his lips to quirk, threatening to reveal a grin. Together they accomplished a stealth and sabotage strike on the Horde encampment in Darkshore, dousing their war machines in a highly flammable transparent oil... The Goblin Shredders however, met a quick and fiery fate by from a shadowy winged serpent that went mostly unseen. It couldn’t have gone any better, William thought to himself as he sat upon a firm branch, gazing upon the road below. His ears perked as the sounds of rumbling could be heard, encouraging him to stand up. “It has begun.” He muttered quietly to himself. Like a raging river, the roads would flow with humanoid monsters clad in red armour, marching alongside their machines of war. His eyes glanced upwards as the skies became littered with the loud whirling of gyrocopters. Leaping from one branch to the next, William would swiftly and discreetly follow the army as they made their way to an open clearing, ready to meet the defences set up by the Kaldorei forces. The Kaldorei, like William, used the trees as cover, daring not to face the machines in open combat. Amongst their ranks were elegant yet fearsome Ancients, gigantic living constructs of nature preparing to defend their homes. The Horde force would march ever closer as arrows and glaives were hurled towards their ranks, the Kaldorei making the first move to attack before the Horde had a chance to fire their machines. The skirmishes and battles that took place were a rinse and repeat procedure, due to the sheer power of the Horde, the Kaldorei would slowly pick off the Horde offensive as they took more and more ground, letting them run deeper into their territory. The Kaldorei would then strike, crushing any Horde that rushed in far too deep into their territory and then slowly take that territory back. It was a fair tactic, but the Horde were able to reinforce quickly, slowly but surely winning ground for themselves despite heavy losses. William watched patiently as the Horde war machines began to ignite their masonry, knowing that the intense heat would trigger the oil to combust and it did. Bright blue magic fire engulfed the terrible machines and those nearby it, guttural screams were emit by the drivers of the vehicles for several seconds before the flames instigated an explosion from the machines. Confusion racked the Horde offensive as if the blue flames signs of divine intervention having a hand in favour of the Kaldorei people. This confusion would eventually break the ranks of the offensive as the gyrocopters above would come crashing down like fiery blue comets. The timing of the oil igniting couldn’t be more perfect. The spectacle emboldened the Kaldorei defence, instigating a charge. The Horde without their machines were simply prey amongst the army. William watched as the Horde offensive broke ranks and scattered amongst the trees, desperate to fight or to flee. There was no victory to be found for them here, only death. Satisfied, William would leave the scene of the carnage, tearing open a shadowy rift for himself that would bring him back to Stormwind. He wanted to tell them what their work had sowed today, that against all odds, that it appears that the Horde cannot sustain an invasion long enough to take Teldrassil. How wrong he was...

[williamoakleaf]

An Oak Amongst Fires: Part I

The spark that started the fires, “Were it always so quiet?” He asked himself aloud. The Half-Elf treaded slowly along a leaf cluttered path through the village of Astranaar. Set amidst the twilight forests of Ashenvale upon a still, turquoise lake, the sounds of forest breeze rustled the leaves in enchanting bliss. It was here, in this Kaldorei village, that he would be met by curious moonlit glances, familiar yet nameless faces and wispy tones exchanged back and forth between the sentinels and villagers alike. His nose wrinkled, irritated by an unseemly scent. Smoke. A smell that he was accustomed to for some time now, but this... This was different. His silver gaze traced over to the violet wooden roofs of the village, nearly all were lit aflame, the flames themselves would feast well on their bounty of kindling. But why? Why wasn’t anyone going to stop it? William’s gaze set back upon the village... That beautiful, quiet, DEAD, village. He had read the reports on what had happened, but never did he imagine them to be true. Littered amongst the fallen leaves, laid the bodies of sentinels, of villagers, of children.... Everyone. The Horde left no one to chance. It was a massacre before anybody had a chance to realise what had happened. It seemed those who were responsible were not so lucky, either. Amongst the corpses were the Forsaken operatives that were taken out by an earlier reclamation force. Though this small comfort did little to douse the rising fire that had started to rage in the Half-Elf’s heart, like the flames that flickered and spread around him, this was more than enough kindling. His brow furrowed and his vision would go red. There was purpose as he fled the scene of the burning village, images that flashed through his head like the turning of pages in a picture with no words. Shadows lashed out at hulking monstrous figures, their screams like melodic tunes plucked from a perfectly tuned harp. Throats ripped open with precise, refined steel. The heartbeats of the invaders raced with fear, unknowingly staring at their end. Yes. He struck from the shadows, his dark, mottled green leather armour would further stain in rich dark red liquid. Only blood could douse this flame. The heartbeats were like thunder, he became allured by them, fixated by them. Another bloody image, then another! Each one growing more disturbing than the last... And then quiet. “Were it always so quiet?” William asked himself aloud. The Half-Elf knelt beneath a tall Oak tree, hands shaking with the blood of familiar yet nameless faces. In a moment of blind, primal violence, he realised what he had done... And he did not regret it. They DESERVED it. Today was only the start of it, though... Stormwind. He must go back to Stormwind. For now, he had his fill, his flame would be left to flicker idly however... It would only be a matter of time until that hungry gaze set its eyes on more kindling to burn.

[williamoakleaf]

Poking the Dragon

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” William’s silver eyes scanned the nearby surroundings of his humble home in Sablewood. Having spent the night outside in the humid summer air due to heated discussions with his wife, which he had unwisely pressed upon issues that he should have left well alone, he would find a number of his belongings and house accessories scattered amongst the bushes and trees. “...Really, Kalia? It wasn’t enough for you to kick me out for the night but you just had to go ahead and scatter my things?” He said aloud, scurrying amidst the bushes, recovering clothes, accessories and equipment. ‘Maybe taunting her wasn’t the wisest course of action.’ He thought to himself gruellingly, picking up his belongings. The sun would rise high in the sky as somehow, some way, William discovered more of his scattered belongings, carrying many of them back into the manor’s main hall. By high noon, he had attained an audience as many of the villagers and household servants started to watch the Half-Elf at work. Under normal circumstances, the women of the village would throw in their hands to help him with simple physical tasks however, it didn’t go unnoticed that their Lady was cross with him as word had spread amongst the servants and eventually the villagers that Adrienne was furious, trashing the grounds in the dark of night with William’s belongings whilst lividly uttering his name. Eventually William reclaimed all... Most of his belongings, astonished by the mound of how much Kalia managed to trash. A Kaldorei normally managed their own belongings but this was too much, he reluctantly waved over some of the servants. “...Please get these washed and patched, please.” He said tiredly, turning a weary gaze to the mound of belongings. The servants hesitated, as their eyes darted fearfully to the staircase and the walls around them. He knew by their expressions that they were paranoid that Kalia was all-seeing and that punishment was bound to happen should they take part of something that would displease her. His eyes flared up and he snapped at them. “Are you daft?! She’s out. Get these bloody things washed and repaired, I’ll sort them out after you’re done!” His tone cold and not in the slightest bit patient, he was beyond patience after the hours of cleaning up. The household servants went to work immediately started to slowly remove items from the mound. Meanwhile William, his armour and hair dirtied, stained and wreaked of muddy, earthy, summer musk, stormed for the doors, exiting his home. The sound of the summer festival drums began to thunder in the distance as the sun began to set. William had his eyes set on Stormwind, he would be there on time around the same time has his wife would begin her traditional wine drinking hour. Though furious and impatient, the walk gave him time to think, as it normally does. “...Fine. I’m in the wrong... Again. But I’m not out to get her, surely she knows that?” He asked aloud. He answered himself internally, as his tactically driven mind opened up a number of different perspectives or explanations that made sense to him. He played the whole scenario that transpired in the previous night over and over in his head. As he ventured closer to Stormwind, his mind started to ease, his ultimate goal was to apologise and to reconcile...  Although he would have a few bickering words for her as most lovers would for their other halves... @shashibasket

[williamoakleaf]

Remember when Saitama single-handedly stopped Sargeras’s god-sword corrupting energies from destroying the World Soul sleeping inside of the planet Azeroth?... Wait... Wrong anime! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!

[williamoakleaf]

IC Marriage screenshots!

You know when you forget that you took pictures? Yeah... This was one of those moments. Surprise!

Bound to find a black and white version of this hanging on a portrait at home.

When you’re trying to pose for a photo but you remember that the forest is burning around you... And unlike your wife, you’re not fireproof.

[williamoakleaf]

In Preparation...

((Too much work and IRL and no RP. Must sate the cravings)) How many days had it been? William’s moonlit eyes trailed over a stack of reports that had came from Darnassus on a daily basis. Whilst he was not a citizen of Darnassian territories, the Half-Elf always viewed its forests as the home that made him a man. Unsettling reports of Horde movements within the borders of Ashenvale wrapped his heart with concern, he knew very well that tensions between the Alliance and Horde were at an all time high. Sighing loudly, he leaned back against the sablewood chair that he sat upon, rocking it with frustration. His thoughts were interrupted as a loud knock came from the doors of the main hall leading into the manor. Normally visitors would be addressed by the household servants but William had sent them home early. Despite Adrienne’s prompts that idle affairs should be dealt by the servants, William was far too rooted in his simple Kaldorei lifestyle of handling all household affairs himself... Something he was working on to be sure, given that he will be a Lord soon. As he opened the doors leading into manor, he was met by one of the household runners. A Human male rather standard in appearance, dressed in formal black garments that represented House Blake, the Noble House of Sablewood.  “Master Oakleaf, sir.” The runner addressed himself accordingly. William’s eyes lit up, the flare in his silver eyes made it quite apparent of the anticipation that had built up in him. “At ease. Do you have it?” William asked in a warm, softly spoken tone. The runner relaxed and presented William with a long leather bag. “Aye, sir. I did as you instructed and waited until Lady Blake went to Stormwind to conduct her business.” The runner replied in a hasty tone. “Splendid. You told nobody, yes?” William asked, a touch more pressing. The runner nodded firmly. “Not a soul, sir.” “Good. Go home and take the day off, you’ve earned it.” William replied in that ever so softly spoken tone of his before taking the leather bag inside, too fast for the man to reply as the doors closed on him. William rushed upstairs with the back before unzipping it, revealing inside his custom tailored wedding suit. It was appropriate that he surprised Adrienne on their wedding day, that he be dressed in attire worthy of a lord in marriage.  The suit was most definitely expensive but rightfully so in its kind. The suit was a ‘slim fit’ design to compliment William’s broad-lithe figure, the shoulders of the jacket were padded to really bring out the broadness of his shoulders and chest whilst narrowing as the suit came down to his stomach. The jacket itself was of a single-breasted design, made of expensive dark fabric that only those high in society could afford. The suit trousers were made of the same design and colour of the jacket, made to slimly fit William’s firm legs, this would be further complimented by a pair of formal black shoes which, too, looked ludicrously expensive. Beneath the jacket came the dark undercoat, a formal yet appropriate vest made of the same material of the jacket and pants, and beneath the undercoat was the white collared shirt and cotton back tie, completing the design of the suit. Whilst William did not understand the need of such formalities, he could appreciate the design and careful precision that went into making the suit, details such as the dark red handkerchief sticking only slightly out of the front chest pocket didn’t go unnoticed to the Half-Elf. This. This was a suit worthy of a Lord. A suit worthy of a man who his beloved Adrienne... His beloved Kalia would forever be her equal. A smile crept upon his lips as he zipped the leather bag, concealing the suit... He would hide it in a place that Kalia would be unlikely to look in.  With that business out of the way, he returned to the desk, reaching for a partially scribbled parchment. Now he would complete his wedding vows. @shashibasket

[williamoakleaf]

I legit need to find an artist for Will! Ain’t seen a Half-Kaldorei art as of yet. :P 

[draevian-deactivated20210310]

I am so in love with this God of War reference, you have no idea. (ORCtreus, keep questioning this horde, so you can one day rule a good one)

[williamoakleaf]

This is a good reference and an adorable little side story in its own right.

[williamoakleaf]

Lucid Nightmare

((To explain William’s absence in game, why not do it creatively? Because, you know... IRL is plague and takes up important RP times that must be sated!)) A low rumble emanated nearby the Half-Elf’s long ears, indicating that his beloved Kalia had fallen asleep before he did. The sound which spurred discussion and suspicion amongst their compatriots was one that was pleasing to him, they soothed and eased him, even during a sleepless night such as this one. But he knew it wouldn’t be long before his dreams would take him from their Blanket Lair and into the deepest reaches of his subconscious mind. ...Why now, though? The soft rumbling had started to fade, William curled close to his beloved as a wave of fear gripped his heart, afraid of what he may find within the dream... No. He would not fear it, so long as he held her to his heart, he would face this dream and whatever revelation it might bring. “What am I afraid of?” He mentally asked himself as the familiar blanket of darkness wrapped over him and brought him back to that empty void that was the crossroads of his mind. Yet instead of met with the lonely dark, he was facing what appeared to be himself, a pale violet complexion much like his own however, the reflection that he faced held pure violet glowing eyes. “You’re afraid of what she will think when she finds out what you really are... What you have done.” His violet-eyed counterpart replied in a cold, low tone, staring intensely into his own moonlit silver eyes. “I admit to have made a great many mistakes, yet from those mistakes I have learned a lot about myself and the person I want to be.” He replied to his reflection, staring back into his violet eyes. The purple-eyed reflection scoffed dryly, waving his hand dismissively and treaded slowly around him. “Is that what you tell yourself, these days? Does it make you sleep at night, that you can so easily dismiss your sins as simple mistakes? How you contradict yourself.” The reflection said sharply, harshly. William pursed his lips at those words but allowed himself to be unfazed, he knew to his core what he wanted. “Perhaps there is contradiction in locking away painful memories, a contradiction that will soon be corrected.” He said to his reflection determined. “It is not just memories you have locked away, but the emotions and the burdens that come with them...” The reflection paused its circling, facing William head on with that cold look on his face. “...Then I will bear those burdens, endure those emotions and face those memories, I cannot take back the past, but I can shape my future... Nor will I need to face it alone, anymore.” William replied again with determination, his heart still clinging with thoughts of Kalia. “...And then she will deny you.” The reflection said harshly, confidently. William’s moonlit gaze narrowed on the violet-eyed reflection, anger gripped his heart. His hands fell to his waist, revealing his blades, Grima, emanating in hungering void. “...Surely, you know her well enough, William. What use will she have for such a liability like yourself once she realises the type of monster you actually are?” The reflection taunted as the hungering force reached towards it, pulling it to William’s blade. “How can she trust you when the danger you pose to her becomes apparent to her?” It continued to taunt. William’s own eyes began to flicker with violet hues as the reflection came closer, slowly dematerialising it into the hungering blade. “...And what then will you do when you must face the reality that you will be dealing with your burdens alone?” The Reflection taunted once more. The reflection had completely dematerialised, consumed by the hungering blade. William, on the other hand, was panting, shaking, threatening to collapse as a wave of emotions and mental strain took its toll on his mind. He knew this was but a dream but he lacked the strength to open his eyes or leave his subconscious for that matter. Falling to his knees, he’d dip his head to ponder the situation, his resolve was unchanged, he was intent on finding out what he had locked away, but the fear and sheer struggle to not believe what the reflection had said weakened him significantly... For now, he would wait for the waking world to bring him back, surely he would not have to wait too long...

[williamoakleaf]

Closer to the Truth...

A cool breeze rustled the leaves of a grand Elwynn tree amidst the nightly air, sheltering below the slumbering lovers from the cold of the night. Clinging closely, intimately, William’s arms wrapped around the figure of his beloved Kalia, despite the fact that the two were very much fast asleep. Without a blanket, one would have thought the two would have even more trouble sleeping however, her intense natural body heat and his firm embrace ensured that the two would sleep warmly. And although dreams stirred within Half-Elf’s mind, he did not experience restlessness this night... In his mind he walked amongst the hustle and bustle that was Stormwind City, clear as day. Darting through thick crowds the sounds of footsteps scathing the cobblestone paths, conversations between citizens, and merchants displaying their wares had spurred a reaction from his sensitive ears, listening, looking for something. Unlike the dream in the night prior he felt in complete control of his actions and thoughts, in fact he was quite aware that he was dreaming. Turning a corner to walk down a narrow street, the scents of spices, pastries and other edible goods would fade as the smell of body odour, filth and waste would fill the air. Littered along the path and leaning against the walls were of Stormwind’s vagrant and homeless citizens. He took note of how very few of these misfortunate lot were actually in a position to look after themselves, most of these citizenry were afflicted with various mental illnesses, disabilities and disadvantages that would make living a normal life next to impossible without sufficient aid. Why did he choose to pass through here? He thought to himself.  An opening out of the street lay ahead and he had nearly made his way out but not before glancing sidelong, taking note of one man who was clearly suffering from a severe mental disability. This man’s face bore a similarity to his own and it was this William caught onto what he was looking at... His biological father. This was another memory, something that at the time, William was unaware of. At some point he had passed by and didn’t even recognise the man immediately despite his observant glance. A result of the sophisticated enchantment he conjured over his mind... Again, with no reason as to why but at least one step closer to the truth. His biological father was alive and in bad health, just what exactly happened to him? Through his answer, another question had arose... But the questions on his mind could not be answered through dreams. The waking world will provide the answer he seeks. Stepping through the narrow path, William felt the dark close around and cover him like a blanket. Content with what he had found, he would embrace the dark and fall back, descending down the infinite nothingness that lay below him. The warmth of his beloved lingered closely, blocking out the cold that the darkness in his dreams would bring. And he would continue to fall, eyes closed and at bliss... ...Tonight he would sleep well.

[shashibasket]

Monsters

((Sometimes, to really get into the head of a character and figure out how they feel about particularly momentous events they’re going through, you’ve just gotta story it out. Therefore, I story!))

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[williamoakleaf]

Writhing, shivering, whispering incoherent words, even the promise of a long night’s rest wasn’t enough to keep William’s nightmares at bay. Aware of his restlessness he refused the struggle to keep his eyes closed, silver moonlit hues lighting the dark swells that had formed under his eyes, however he was not met by the comfort of his beloved Kalia at his side, nor their lair of blankets for that matter... He saw nothing but black emptiness. Standing up from the black empty ground that he laid upon his sensitive pointed ears perked alarmingly, it was dead quiet, nothing but the sound of his slow breathing could be heard amidst this empty place. “William.” His own voice said but not of his will. His heart skipped a beat, his mind racing on what could be the cause of it. “William.” He said to himself yet again. His eyes darted from side to side, looking for an answer, an explanation, something to give him some idea as to why he was in this dark place. Yet deep down, the familiarity was uncanny, he knew he had been here before... “Why do you hide from that which you bear?” The words escaped his mouth yet again, this time followed by an unsettling echo. Anger seized his heart, a burning desire to find something, someone. Obscure figures appeared off in the distance and he would pursue them. In his hands, he would procure Grima, the blades in his possession. For the first time ever, he felt his hunger for answers reciprocated by the blades. “Do you fear what you might become?” His own words echoed through the empty as he picked up his pace, charging towards those faceless silhouettes. His anger and hunger was met with fear as he drew ever closer to the silhouettes. Three of them. They were fleeing. No. He was too fast. He tapped into a power he knew he had possessed but lacked the initiative to delve deeply in. He felt the void rush through his being, changing him. The dark swells began to expand and darken, transforming his lavender skin to a toxic violet, almost black hue, patterned with ever moving swirls that were testament to the energy that coursed through his body. Within striking range, he’d pass through the silhouette with a propelling arc, splitting the figure in half before it disappeared in a cloud of smoke. His ears perked, something familiar yet his mind refused to reveal what echoed through his mind, the faint remnants of woman’s dying scream. He hesitated, but the anger, the hunger, the fear was overwhelming. His blades reciprocated his hunger and his eyes set on the smallest, vulnerable silhouette, he proceeded to pursue. His speed was instantaneous, he grasped the silhouette in a choking lock. Placing his blade at its throat. The third silhouette had turned around, extending its arm at a distance to William, it was trying to say something. He could not hear what it was saying, it was almost as if it were mocking him, and that angered the Half-Elf further. A moment’s hesitation had spurred a series of various images, past mistakes, people he had hurt and worst yet, a form of pleasure he took from hurting those people. Guilt racked his heart yet in an instant, he felt uplifted the next flash of images. They were of friendship, times of compassion, the bonds he had forged and best of all, the love he had found in the form of a woman, whom despite their vast differences, had so much in common with him. “Kalia.” Her name alone, brought him to his senses, he remembered where he was and what he was doing. He found himself back within that dark place once again and it would start to shimmer. No. He was so close. What about this was so important that he would lock it away? He could briefly feel remnants of lost feelings. As the blackness began to shimmer and the silhouettes began to fade, he felt himself being pulled from the dream. He thought hard, trying to make sense of it all. The images that he saw, he had made peace with, acknowledging that these were mistakes and that they were mistakes that can be learned from... Then why, of all his sins, did he choose to lock away this one? The third silhouette revealed the face of his biological father before it had faded into nothing and William was pulled back into the waking world. “...He knows!” William cried out. Awakening and without a true answer, the Half-Elf found himself in the familiar warm abode that was his and his beloved’s Blanket Lair. Was he so loud that she might have been disturbed. No. He found her sleeping with her face buried in the back of his neck and her body pressed to his back... ...Or at least, that was what he thought.

[williamoakleaf]

The Voice of William Oakleaf

So just a little thing I've done on the side. These are voice samples from my OC, William Oakleaf from World of Warcraft. William Oakleaf is a Half-Human, Ha...

Looking for an example for the voice of William Oakleaf? Look no further! Feeling productive and with some time on my hands, I thought I would give out a sample of what my character would sound like in certain scenarios. Now there’s a voice to the face! Enjoy!

[williamoakleaf]

D20 World of Warcraft Event: The Azerite Shipment

((This is a summary of the The Tempest Concilium D20 event coming up. A date will soon be announced on Discord and Guild Chat.)) Summary:

In the wake of the Dark Titan’s last act of spike, the lifeblood of Azeroth pours from the wound of Silithus. As the Alliance and Horde scramble to acquire the new resource, members of the Tempest Concilium prepare to intercept a Horde shipment of Azerite on its way to Orgrimmar.

…A sandstorm looms over the sandy shores of the Tanaris coast, concealing the organisations’ movements from the unsuspecting Horde caravan.

Objectives:

- Players must clear the caravan of elite Horde forces.

- Players must use their skills to acquire Azerite shipments before Horde reinforcements arrive.

- Players must beware of using ranged attacks or group attacks nearby Azerite shipments as the resource is very volatile.

Before beginning, players must be aware of the following:

- Amongst the Horde caravan are Horde torch bearers, they must be dispatched quickly or else Horde reinforcements will be notified of the attack.

- A number of Kor’kron tier soldiers guard the caravans, they are heavily armed and can easily stand toe to toe with even the most cunning of operatives.

- Three crates of Azerite shipments are being transported in the caravan, each with a durability of three, missed attacks via ranged, AoE or close proximity will result in a damage of 1 durability.

- A sandstorm looms over Tanaris, giving the players the element of surprise. Utilise it to gain full advantage over the mission.

- As the strike team will attack the coast, the Concilium will be able to bring one ship under the cover of the sandstorm.

- Depending on how the operation proceeds, gaining an advantage during the Horde fleet battle will determine on the performance of the land crew.

Combat Rules: - Players do not have health pools but will be dealing in severities:

For example:

- Players and enemies may deal the following damage.

( Players & enemies miss targets when rolling 1 - 5)

( Players & enemies deal a clean blow when rolling 6 - 12)

(Players deal a critical blow when rolling, for  13 - 17)

(Players instantly kill their targets when rolling 18 - 20, enemies only incapacitate the player.)

(Players must be revived by another player when incapacitated.)

- Players must emote attacks and then roll, await DM to roll and DM will emote the enemy’s appropriate response.

- If the DM rolls higher than the player in attacking phase, the enemy will have defended itself.

- If an attacker rolls the same as a defender, the victory will always go to the one in defence.

Combat Advantages & Disadvantages:

(Combat bonuses utilises the player’s speciality to gain advantages or disadvantages against certain foes.)

For example:

- Players specialising in plate, taking hits or tanking will be given a +2 in defensive melee/ranged rolls.

- Players specialising in stealth will be given a +2 in stealth based attacks and abilities.

- Players specialising in ship based combat will be given a +2 in all naval abilities & encounters.

etc.

(However, players using abilities in skills they are disadvantaged with will receive a -2 in certain rolls)

For example:

- Cloth wearers will be disadvantaged by melee attacks, resulting in -2 to defensive melee ranged rolls.

- Players wearing plate will be disadvantaged by magical based attacks, resulting in - 2 to defensive magic ranged rolls.

- Stealth wielders will be disadvantaged by plate wearers, resulting in -2 to attacks.

- People not used to sea will be disadvantaged in naval based combat, resulting in -2 to naval ability.

Etc.

Phases:

The Caravans:

- 7 Kor’kron Tier Guards

- 1 Dark Ranger Captain

- 2 Battle Mages

- 3 Horde Torch Lighters

- 3 Azerite Shipment Carts

Optional Phase:

Reinforcements, Secure the shipment:

(The Horde Fleet has been made aware of our presence, reinforcements are scrambling to reach the shore.)

- 5 Horde Sea dogs

- 1 Horde lifeboat

- 1 Horde Boat Cannon

Optional Phase:

Secure the shipment:

(The Horde Caravan has been dispatched, deliver the carts to the ship & evacuate the area.)

Optional Phase:

Breach the Horde Blockade:

(The operation has been compromised, punch a hole through the Horde defence fleet.)

- 2 Horde frigate class naval vessels

- 1 Horde destroyer class naval vessel

- 4 Horde Patrol class naval vessels

Optional Phase:

Azerite shipment destroyed - Evacuate:

(The Azerite carts has been destroyed, gather the wounded and evacuate the area.)

Completion:

The outcome of completion varies. If the players perform well and play their cards wisely, the Tempest Concilium will return successful with the secured carts of Azerite.

If the players perform poorly in the first couple of phases they may not return with any Azerite at all.