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Anonymous said:
What would remind old Jack of a certain little priestess named Aveleigh? I wonder if he even remembers her at all...
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Jackary could never forget Avie. In fact, he often thinks about her, wondering where she disappeared to.
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Goodbye to a Friend..
(Due to not having a tumblr for Ana'theron, the stories of him shall be posted here on my OOC tumblr until I make him one.
Ana'theron = Xan. Its his nickname. Just clearing it up so nobody gets mistaken. And now..on with the show!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Dude, you should've seen it, her face just..oh fel it was hliarious!" The rogue and monk laughed as they took sips from their mugs. "Damn man, sounds like you've been havin' it pretty good, eh?" Zydaren nodded with a smile. "Yeah, guess you could say so. Had a little bit of trouble the other day though, saw somethin' that reminded me of..stuff." He shrugged a little, causing Ana'theron to frown. "Sorry, man..are you alright?" Zydaren nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just brought back an old memory. Ya know the one." Ana'theron nodded and sat back in his chair. He let out a light breath of relaxation and closed his eyes. "Yeah, I know the one." Zydaren sipped his drink, looking the monk over slowly. "Hey Xan, whats that around ya neck?" Ana'therons ears perked as he was spoken to. He looked down to see the necklace he wore even to this day with a small stone attached to it. "Oh, this? It's a gift from an old friend of mine. It's uh..a comm of some sorts. I don't really know how it works..I haven't..used it in a while." Zydaren looked at the necklace curiously. "That a crack?" The monk took hold of the necklace, looking down at it. His thumb grazed over the top slowly and his eyes widened. "What..?" Ana'theron said in a whisper as his thumb ran over where the crack was. It was a large crack. "That wasn't there before..how did it.." His words were cut off by a sudden thought coming to his mind, more like a memory. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Xan..I am giving you this because I trust you." The woman smiled softly at him, handing the small stone to him. "It's a comm. stone, all of my trusted friends and what not have one." Ana'theron smiled, holding the stone tight in his hand. "I'll keep it safe. Just don't forget 'bout me, kay?" The priest smiled lightly, turning her back to him. "If..you see the stone become cracked.." The monk tilted his head curiously. "It means something has happened to me." Ana'theron blinked as the tips of his ears wilted slightly. "What do you mean, something would have happened?" The priestess turned her head back towards him slightly. "It means I was killed.." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The monks eyes widened, shaking as the memory played out in his head. "Oh no.." The man slowly stood from his chair, looking down at the stone. Zydaren raised a brow, slowly standing up with him. "What's up?..Everything okay?" The monk shook his head as his hand moved to the table. "Oh no..Avey.." Ana'theron softly said as his eyes slowly closed. His ears wilted as his shook his head. Zydaren caught on, his own ears wilted at the sight of his best friends wilting. "Oh man.." The rogue looked at the monk with concern. "Dude I'm..I'm so sorry.." Ana'theron brought his hand to his face, normally the man was calm. But the loss of a friend..who wouldn't be upset? "It's fine..it's..it's fine.." The man said as his hand tightened around the cracked stone. "I knew something was going to happen. She wouldn't have told me about the crack unless she knew it. It explains so much to me now.." Zy frowned and let out a silent sigh. "Listen man..if she knew she was going to die, there was nothing you could have done. If anything..shes in a better place now." Zydaren tried his hardest to calm his bestfriend. Ana'theron looked over at the man, a frown on his lips. "I know.." The man clenched the necklace tight in his hand and turned towards the door of the restraunt. "I'll be back..tell Cianah to give me a few minutes.." The monk was already making his way out by the time his wife had walked back in the room from the restroom. She looked at Ana'theron puzzled, then to Zydaren. "Is he okay? What happen?" She asked softly with that concern on her voice. Zydaren looked at Cianah and sat her down in the chair. She looked at the man with concern.."One Ana'therons friends seems to have passed away..just give him a minute to relax, kay?" he smiled lightly at her and turned his head back to the door with a frown. Cianah frowned looking at the door with her ears wilted. "Xan.." She softly said. She trusted Zydaren..but still, she wanted to make sure Ana'theron was okay. Her thoughts were cut off by a loud cracking sound, followed by a yell. Zydaren and Cianah both stood up and in walked Ana'theron. His hand was shaking, specks of blood dripped from his hand. A few shards of what seemed to be rock in his flesh. "Sorry.." he softly said as he sat down. Cianah and Zy both looked over at him. His wife came over to him, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I'm sorry Xan.." She softly said. Ana'theron leaned into her, his eyes tightly closed. "It's alright..I'll be okay.." "Avey, I'm sorry I couldn't help you. You were an amazing friend..I wish I could have done something. Whatever your fate was..I hope you are in a better, more peaceful place then this. You were suffering so much..and I'm sorry. Rest in peace Avey.."
Aveleigh Rosette (picture in progress)
LEGAL NAME: Aveleigh Marie Silverwing Rosette
NICKNAME[S]: Avey

DATE OF BIRTH: February 22
GENDER | SPECIES: Female | Human/Quel’dorei
PLACE OF BIRTH: Forward camp | Lordaeron
CURRENT LIVING SITUATION: A three story manor in Andorhal
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Orcish, Common, Dwarvish, Gnomish, Darnassian
OCCUPATION: Self employed Assassin and caregiver | Healer (Yes she's actually a Priestess)

CRIMINAL RECORD: Multiple counts of Murder, Treason to the Alliance
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: -Yes- | Yes | No

LIKE[S]: Knives, Alcohol, Books, Someone who makes her think.
DISLIKE[S]: Murderers without a cause
FEAR[S]: Someone harming her children or family.


{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIR COLOUR: Black with Violet shine
EYE COLOUR: Humanistic Emerald with a light fel shine.
HEIGHT: 5'3" (Without her 3" heeled boots)
TATTOOS: (She has a thing for roses) Her house sigil crosses her entire upper back. A pair of fully spread angel wings with a bloomed Lordaeron rose in the middle. | Two more roses on each side of her inner hip bones. | A set of vines with thorns and roses go from each thigh up her stomach and curl under each breast.


{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
SIBLING[S]: Onoir, Cendiwen Silverwing
COUSIN[S]: Traelana Silverwing

PARENT[S]: Dead.
CHILDREN: Riodan Rosette-Vanan'alesh, Arisavara Rosette-Vanan'alesh, Vayleon Rosette
PETS[S]: None.
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual. (Strictly Dickly ;P )

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: In a relationship. Possibly Engaged?
The trees
Aveleigh sat on the ground, her back pressed to one of the oldest trees in all of Lordaeron. This tree had been standing since before her birth one hundred and sixteen years ago and when she closed her eyes she could remember her mother chasing her around it when she was a toddler while they both laughed.
The laughter was ringing in her ears as she opened her eyes this morning, turning her head up to the sky and letting her mind go.
Kael'anth Bloodray was back and this time she knew he wasn't going to simply let her be.Â
There were dried tears crusted at the edges of her eyes. Had she been crying in her sleep?Â
"Dammit...even in my sleep I find no peace from him." Her words a cold and strained muttering to the silence of the forest as she kicked out her knees which had been bent up close to her chest as she slept. Long ago she had trained herself to sleep sitting up in full armor, letting a few hours at a time slip by so her muscles didn't become strained or overly tired.Â
I have to stay strong. I can't kill them if I can't run....but I can't hunt now.
Her head fell forward once more, her jaggedly short hair falling over her shoulders and placing her face into shadow.Â
Kael's back and I can't just leave him at the manor.Â
Slowly she pulled herself to her feet and tightened the leather straps along her armor which had become loose in her sleep before finally sheathing the long polearm across her back. The woman looked more than deadly to outward eyes with nearly every inch of the tight leather armor she wore strapped with some form of blade. She had abandoned her robes and dresses and returned to her armor of old, pulling nearly every blade she owned to fit on the armor. She was out for blood and yet this day she could barely make herself move from where she stood.
Why now? Why did he have to come back now? Were my sacrifices not enough? Dear Light...Shadows...Elune? Do I not pray enough for peace? Do I not devote myself to good and justice enough to earn my happiness?
Finally she pushed herself from the tree and started her way south. Where was she going? The last lead she had on the location of the circle had turned up dry. They had been gone for days and she had nowhere left to look. What was next?
Vayleon.
Her son's name pulsed in her mind. She knew she had to let Kael see his son. It was the only right thing to do. No matter what Kael had done to her and put her through she would not deny her son the right of knowing his father.
She took in a slow deep breath and set her shoulders before she kicked herself forward, pushing herself to her top speed as she weaved through the trees and heading south.Â
Light, please don't let Xin be there. If he figures out that I'm taking Vay out of his protection to see Kael...I don't even know what he'll do...but it doesn't matter.Â
She pushed herself faster, her hair whipping behind her as she vaulted over a fallen tree. Deep even breaths. She could keep this speed up for a little while. Could she make it all the way to Hillsbrad at this speed? She was going to find out.
If I can make the morning boat then the time to get to Elwynn will be cut in half. Hop from the Horde boat to the Alliance boat with the help of the Shadows and I'll be -in- Stormwind. I can do it.
Faster. Faster! Chillwind pass. Almost there! Her legs started to burn with the strain of pushing herself so hard for so long. Don't stop. I can't slow down. Her heeled boots slipped down the side of a hill before she took off once more, not wasting the energy to conceal herself in the shadows.
I made it!
She skid to a stop on the docks and walked onto the deck of the ship, trying to conceal her labored breaths. Now it was time to wait, pay off the deck hands and profit from her impure blood. Â
Time to pretend I'm human again. This should be fun.
By late afternoon she had retrieved her youngest son and rented a gryphon to fly them back to the north.
Kael...you will see your son today...but I swear to all that is holy I will find a way to be free of you.
Why must you always look down at the choices I have made in my life? Are we so different cousin? I fight with honor and with purpose. Is that not what you did for the Kirin Tor? So perhaps I go about it by driving daggers into peoples backs and throats but at least I don't have the fine line of politics restraining -my- goals. You want to be a noble? Have it. Take our House and you may ROT with it!
Aveleigh Silverwing Rosette speaking with her only living relative Traelana Silverwing on the future of their House.
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