Sir Dolraan the Tenacious

sylvanas: i’m going to kill my family

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Their looks, their personality, and who they are to my muse, + Etc! ___ Khaeris & Ahuatli She couldn't help the deep soul sigh of pleasure as she watched Ahua and little Zia'ja where they sat in the now quiet shallow waves. It was sunset, and like the golden city of Zul'dazar behind them, Ahuatli was radiant with sunlight reflecting liquid pools of gold up on the beautiful troll woman and her baby. The pair were laughing and cooing, delighted in each other. Love was all around. Khaeris shifted where she sunbathed on her surfboard and felt her heart growing too big for her body. This family meant so much to Khaeris. Had taught her so much. Had given her so much. All that might have made it better was if Zul'jawa and Pollux had been there--then again, Khaeris treasured the time she got with Ahuatli (and the baby!) now. Maybe she shouldn't be too eager for the men to join them. The veildancer was such an inspiration to everyone who knew her kind, generous, and playful heart. There was sentimental mist in her eyes as Khaeris lay her cheek down on the board, still unable to take her eyes off her friend. This. This was what life was about.

Commission for the very lovely @kharrisdawndancer

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ANON IS ON!

Y'know, the one where the scarlet in the jail cell was masterminding a coup the whole time and everyone (except the players) was surprised? That one?

I want the Scarlets to come back and be a major plot element. I want blizzard to use them as the villains they are, pushing that whole humans-only narrative, and all that.

But.

I want them to remember that purity-fixated bigotry in a fantasy setting can't just be about race. It needs to be about the things that don't exist in the mundane reality too.

Like the use of magic. In this specific instance, I mean the Light, but they should be eschewing all of it. Light, fel, void, nature, arcane, all of it. It becomes forbidden and punishable by death and naturally only a few specific officials are allowed to touch it because they need to study the enemy, you see, it's impossible to win a war without knowing how their weapons work, you see, we would never actually use it to our personal advantage, you see.

I want to see the Scarlets become a terrifying force to be reckoned with because they force out paladins and priests entirely and eschew the use of any kind of magic or "not human" energies. They focus on soldiers and tech and victory through massive numbers (humans haven't been decimated the way most other a-side races have). They run headfirst up to that "sufficiently advanced technology" line and go "advance the technology some more."

The culmination of that plotline of course being that there is no benefit to being this way. Zero. None. The pride in doing everything The Human Way (whatever that means) is just how they got you to murder and enslave everyone that wasn't human without feeling bad about it. That yeah look at all you achieved without everyone else, and how you could have achieved that decades ago with everyone else, and wouldn't have had to drown babies or burn homes to do it. That it didn't help.

And, most importantly, that this was not the influence of an old god or the void or anything else. It came from human minds and needed no help to fester. There cannot be another scapegoat. Humans just do this sometimes, and it's up to humans to refuse to allow it (by embracing everyone else and asking for help). Everyone is capable of terrible evil, and by that token, everyone is capable of rejecting evil.

It was about as unglamorous as she thought she could get: still dressed in her clothes from the previous night, sitting on the edge of the bed in the hostel's communal dormitory, holding her head. She'd awoken moments ago to someone gently shaking her awake.

~~~

"You're having a nightmare. Time to wake up." The Lightforged draenei's tone was supportive and concerned. Messy had blinked awake, but to vision that swam and blurred, blackening at the periphery. Oh. _Oh_. She sat up on the edge of the bed with the other woman's helpful hand and took deep breaths. Not a nightmare. Not a hangover, no matter what it looked like. No, it was the aura she had come to expect when Sight was impending. Her stomach was tight, her head was pounding, and her heart fluttered with a lingering palpitation. The woman sat with her a few minutes, until she was such Messy was stable, then provided a wash basin and a towel in case she would need to vomit. She apologized for needing to leave, promising to check on the nightborne later as she headed toward the door. She thoughtfully kept the lights off--the rest of the occupants had left for the day already. Messy had wanted to tell her that it wasn't a hangover, that she hadn't even drank any alcohol the night before--though she had smelled of it after getting splashed an enthusiastic fan at the fencing exhibition match last night. Messy wasn't sure why she felt shame that the other woman would think she was a drunkard--there were plenty of youths who stumbled into the hostel late at night inebriated. She just hadn't been one.

She swallowed hard and turned her face up, opening herself to her Goddess and silently promising to do Elune's bidding. Sight struck her immediately, freezing her in her seat and her eyes glowed with unfocused Light appearing before her in runes and cryptic symbols. Her mind did not see the same divinity manifested. She saw great blue fungal caps creating a canopy over ethereal machines and works. She saw familiar wrapped figures moving about their business. Ethereal arcane batteries piled high. Conduits thrumming with power arcing through them. It felt purposeful. It felt imminent. A wrapped head turned toward her point of presence. It started toward her, gaining momentum with the snap and rustle of arcane power so associated with them. A foreign moon--White Lady--hung in the sky and brightened, drawing her awareness, and pulled her toward it; rocketing her perspective out of the vision. Messy collapsed over her legs and felt too heavy in her body. She trembled, unable to do more than focus on her breath for more than a minute. When she had gathered herself, it wasn't the basin she reached for, but her sketchbook and colored pencils.

~~ "Ahhh, that looks like Naigtal. I have never seen those particular mushrooms elsewhere. I have fought there, though it was a Legion world, not Ethereal." The Lightforged gently corrected, looking at the rendering Messy had put to paper. She had been true to her word and returned to check on the young Priestess of Elune.

Messy looked over to her slowly to keep her head from feeling like it was going to rupture. Her voice was hoarse and her shoulders tired. "This is today." "No," the draenei shook her head and smiled reassuringly, "the Legion is vanquished and the Ethereals have no presence there. Rest." Mesandrèaux considered fighting, trying to warn, trying to convince. But the simple confidence of the other woman was heavy and familiar. So, her own pulse felt like it was beating against the inside of her skull, she simply answered, "Oh," and laid back down on the bed.