#aenconsilium

"ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀꜱᴋɪᴀ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴀʀ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴀᴇᴅɪʀɴ'ꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɴʏ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ɪᴏʀᴡᴇᴛʜ, ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ʜɪɢʜ ʜᴏᴘᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ."

@aen-consilium​ (malfurion) said: ❛ i was afraid you were dead. ❜ (for tyrande)

( * the witcher 3 prompts !

It demanded her leave everything behind, this path she had followed, dark and moonless night. Symbolically, Tyrande had complied; ship burnt, bow abandoned, companions left behind. Those dearest to her heart had been no exception, first she had left, if intention was never to truly abandon them; but she could not risk them, could not risk being held back either.

She had failed the kal’dorei, and she would pay any price to give them more than deserved justice.

Tugs at her heart, nevertheless, to hear him say so, to see worry plainly displayed upon his face. If anger and hatred burn fiercely within her heart, they do not erase love that has always been so strong. It is for him, for them, she’s willing to give so much for --- keep them safe, give them vengeance. Achieve what is needed for survivors and victims alike: justice that would allow them to move on, that would let them rest. If her rage is fierce and her resent deep, they do naught but mirror intensity of her drive to protect, depths of her love.

Tyrande had to do this. Had to, for all of them, all she had failed so terribly. Had to do it on her own, for his sake and for the sake of getting it done, regardless of risk to herself. She could not have him try to stop her; could not have him help, either. It was a risk only hers to take, even if Malfurion and Shandris both may find difficult to come to terms with that.

Immediate reaction is to feel that hint of guilt for causing him to worry. She is familiar with the feeling, so recently having to deal with the near loss of him at Teldrassil; knows that for him it ought to be even worse, when he had not only feared but been led to believe she had indeed died, all those years ago when she and Maiev had hunted Illidan together.

“They will have to try harder than that to succeed in killing me.” An edge of harshness, even in attempt to lightly dismiss need to worry; she means it. Tyrande is not invincible, no, but before she dies she intends to make the Horde pay in blood for each Night Elven life taken; if they want her dead, they are welcome to try.

           A  basket  was  hoisted  up  beneath  his  arm,  a  number  of  disinfectants  &  bandage  rolls  filled  it,  a  needle  &  thread  for  more  serious  injuries,  &  a  numbing  herb  sure  to  put  one  into  deep  paralysis  if  he  didn’t  demonstrate  the  dose  well.  Once  everything  was  assembled,  Eldain  left  the  healer’s  room  to  treat  whomever  was  in  serious  condition  but  couldn’t  see  the  healer  himself  yet,  & took  stock  of  the  injured  lining  up  the  room  outside,  eyes  scanning  their  wounds  before  their  faces  -  seeing  a  bleeding  cut  mar  the  image  of  a  wolf,  a  familiar  one,  however,  snagged  his  gaze  to  an  equally  familiar  man,  the  one  bearing  the  tattoo.  Well,  the  leader  of  the  resistance,  the  leader  of  their  people,  had  lived  to  see  another  day.  

if they had a kid meme

Name: Elnar Cedric of Upper Aedirn

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Fair, slightly tanned skin, dark brown, straight hair, deep green eyes. He looks like a full-blooded elf (even though technically he is a half-elf) with strong, chiseled features, a tall and svelte frame, and elongated, pointy ears. He grows up to be somewhat more muscular than the average elf, however. 

Personality: Quiet, introverted, melancholic, gentle. He’s analytical and reflective, observing the world and people around him and noticing small details others might not. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does it’s obvious he’s very clever and introspective and that he always thinks twice before saying something. He exudes peace and calm and prefers diplomatic solutions, going out of his way to avoid conflict. Though reserved, he’s also very thoughtful and considerate, always mindful of other people.

Special Talents: He’s got an artistic, sensitive personality and is very talented in all sorts of arts, from playing instruments and writing poetry to sculpture and theater. As a half-elf, half-dragon, he also has a long lifespan and is very quick and agile physically. He has great aim as well, but he never had the inclination to wield any weapon.

Who they like better: He loves both of his parents equally. He has great admiration and respect for everything they’ve been through and all they achieved. 

Who they take after more: Iorweth, both physically and personality-wise. He has none of Saskia’s bold, assertive temper, though he shares her idealism. 

     “I noticed you mainly draw upon ice for your spells. It’s not very energy-efficient.” Of course Ignes would point that out. The old sorceress who had mastered the element of fire as source of power like no other. Water and Fire, Earth and Wind, they all were sources, very different in the way they were wielded. It was quite surprising - someone like Caranthir, this golden boy, surely would have been taught to draw upon all the elements to power up his spells. 

Iorweth is clashing his teeth nervously.

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✧・ﾟ |the suddenness of abused lips crashing against hers startles lysirae into stillness. was it… odd to say that before this, she had been enjoying conversation with him ? the pair of them had managed to joke and laugh over the finest wine she had scrounged up for the two of them to share. she knew very well kael’thas the betrayer, the mad, the fel hungry – there had been enough tales of him. but she also knew the tired prince , the one that struggled with what he saw in the mirror and what festered and rotted inside beyond what mortal eyes could see. what lysirae did not fathom was his willingness to taste her mouth. the mage had never thought him so bold, she had never thought herself so ….curious or confused. he was not at all the picture of beauty he once was but even so, his intelligence and graceful demeanor hadn’t decayed away with the rest of him.  it is not lack for these things that she pulls away, a blush she hoped went unnoticed to his eyes. it is unlikely. “ prince kael’thas…” she trails sheepishly, clearly flustered. “ i am your overseer. it wouldn’t be.. appropriate to get overly familiar with one another. i’m afraid we must behave.” | ・ﾟ✧