#celestare

‘war criminals have feelings too’

of course! he was only charged with and admitted to (and boasted of) genocide, murder, forcible transfer of population, enforced disappearance of individuals, enslavement, abduction of children, torture, killing of prisoners, forced pregnancy, wanton destruction of cities, towns, and villages not justified by military or civilian necessity, committed by him or his allies and in his name

all of which he proudly admitted to and said he’d do all over again and worse

The corners of the forsaken’s dry lips curled up in an amused smile. “Why does fire burn?  Why does a disease spread?” Celaryn let the question linger for a few long moments. She drummed her metal claws against the end of the armrest. “The answer is simple. It is their nature to do so.”

“I have come to realize my own nature; I was born with a soul which relishes conflict and challenge. But this is a double-edged sword. There are not always battles worth fighting. Or even worse, there may be battles fought for the wrong reasons. During these times, I am without purpose.” The warrior’s voice grew somber. She perched her chin onto her metal fist. “Imagine a dog unable to bark to signal its owner or a bee who cannot complete the hive’s duties. The mere thought is a flawed existence, forever unable to achieve its true potential.”

Celaryn interlaced her fingers together and reclined on the seat. She stared toward the rafters and let out a slow exhale through her nostrils. “What place do I, whose only talents lie in killing, have in peace time?” The warrior closed her eyes, pondering her own question. “Countless other soldiers forgotten by society search for an answer alongside me. No matter which flag we fight under or where we shed blood, we all have one thing which unites us: We are killers.”

“Society does not have an answer for killers like us. So we do the next best thing: We sell our skill in killing in a futile effort to return to that place we call home.” A fond smile emerged over her scarred face as if the warrior was in a pleasant slumber. “I return to that place whenever I close my eyes or let my mind wander. Sometimes, that place calls to me like a parent calling their child home. Once you have been to that place, tasted its thrills, the exhilaration, the tension, it all becomes a part of you.”

“That place is the battlefield, and once you have visited it, the warrior within you will never sleep again. That is why I am a mercenary. It is the closest thing to returning home. Its familiarity gives people like me, those cursed with a warrior’s soul, purpose in peacetime.”

“Does that answer satisfy your curiosity?”

Attention lazily wafted over towards the low tone that cut through the murmur of voices in the Recluse. Long past the hour of prime sobriety, the young Kul Tiran  became attached to the wooden bar, an artifact of two bottles in. Prior to, a card game had been entertained, a few friends gained and lost, leading finally to isolation and contemplation.

“I asked.. If you are planning on finishing that..” accented timbre rolled through the silence that had absorbed their respective forms as V worked to formulate a response. Slowly, and in a rather arduous fashion, muscles tensed and pulled to sit the human back on the stool that held weight with a creak.

Adept fingers patted down a breast pocket of a form fitting ebon button down, eventually producing a worn silver case to select their poison. When placed between thin lips, a matching lighter rose to briefly ignite the end while bound lungs inhaled thick smoke. All the while, jarring green eyes bore into their target, intent to observe while satisfying nerves.

The moon was at the apex of its rise, as the darkness of the night had long caused the air to shift in temperature. With a low tide still in effect, the ocean lazily lapped away at the land, eventually to allow brine to wash up to the Warden and Admiral’s ankles. Both were not adorned with footwear, considering the duo preferred to do all activities without it.

Alexa herself was dressed down for the stroll, now a simple entity in comparison to the usual splendor of rank and design. A light white cotton shirt flowed in the barest of wind, matched with black shorts that allowed for one to wade in the waters if such was desired.

“Tell me, Aeondra, do you enjoy what you have seen of this land so far?” Steel, accented, but courteous, rose against the lash of the tide. Attention, stalwart and stern, remained on the path before them, only to periodically shift towards the taller’s frame on occasion.  

Under Her Light

Quest Description:  Our people’s connection to the moon above can never be denied. I want to show the world the changes her light shines upon us. Take this camera and capture images to show how Darkshore looks under her light.

Use Risri’s Camera to capture these images:

Moonlight in Darkshore:     Auberdine:       0/1    Bashal’Aran :   0/1    Lor’danel:        0/1    Mathystra:       0/1   

Rewards:

S.E.L.F.I.E. Camera Filter: Night Warrior. All selfies taken will have the moon present when this background is selected.

Night Warrior Trinket

GET HER ANGEL CHILD!!!!!

the Horde: marches to teldrassil and wipes out Astranaar and has killed innocents in the process who have nothing to do with the War of Thorns and threatens the very continent that raised her

tane, who has been neutral all her damn life:

ori do you have a tony the tiger thing we need to discuss