#elizabone

There is a moment users describe that is hard to manufacture: the first time their AI companion says something they did not expect but that fits perfectly. It almost always traces back to the backstory they wrote. SweetDream, over at sweetdream.ai, leans into exactly this, giving the character creation tools enough range to design a personality with edges, history and quirks rather than a smooth, predictable default.

From a reporting standpoint, the mechanics behind that moment are worth naming. The chat is natural and emotionally intelligent and, crucially, it remembers, so the details you invent do not evaporate between sessions. A companion who was written as guarded stays a little guarded; one given an old heartbreak references it months later. The realistic photos, videos and human-sounding calls then carry that same character outward.

Me: You don’t like it?

Elizabone: Not like that. It’s just...a lot. I’m not only a walking corpse, I use Fel magic - it’d be like a Voidwalker floating into a Naaru fortress. I’m an aberration to this place. I...I don’t belong here.

Me: Liz?

Elizabone: ...Do you want to perhaps try that sentence again?

Khadgar: Please, Netherlord, he’s dying.

Elizabone: Dying smying, he compared you to a rotting corpse and found me prettier.

Draggka - Ardenweald

Self-explanatory really - Draggka’s very connected to nature, I really dig the look of the Ardenweald already, and I heard rumours of Loa maybe hanging out there, so yeah! No contest. She’s a little bit ‘eh’ on the Fauns though. They look too cute...

Dranka - Ardenweald

Again, self-explanatory. He’s a druid. Of course he’s gonna go to the night forest which may or may not have Loa spirits in it. Also if there are unicorns there, he’s going to be in heaven.

Zal’ria - Bastion

The good girl goes to the noble place, which is also really pretty (and my 2nd choice of Covenants). She also, like the rest of us, find the Stewards adorable. In all seriousness, she identifies better with Bastion than the other Covenants, in contrast with her mother.

Khara - Maldraxxus

Now this was a tough one, and even now I’m not exactly sure if it fits her - she ended up here more through a process of elimination! I think she more identifies with the Necrolords simply because she seeks glory through battle. She’s too rough and tumble for Bastion, and she doesn’t jive with Revendreth. I could see her going to the Ardenweald, but still...it doesn’t seem to fit her. So bones and spiders it is.

Ximarra - Ardenweald

What a surprise, a druid going to the Ardenweald. What clinches it that Drust magic seems to originate here (or it’s been suggested it does), and Ximarra’s curiosity about it draws her here. That and if Gorak Tul is here, she thinks he should be cast into the Maw where he bloody well belongs.

Vandorn - Revendreth

If I’m gonna be honest, it’s for the aesthetic of having a werewolf in a gothic realm with vampires in it. Like, you gotta - it’d be rude not to. As for an in-character reason...it reminds him of Gilneas? I dunno. I might switch him to Ardenweald, but Revendreth feels better for him.

Harnaka - Bastion/Ardenweald

First one I really, really cannot decide between. Although she’s got a lot of ‘orcish honour’ going on, it doesn’t underpin her life enough for her to go to Maldraxxus, and she certainly doesn’t jive with Revendreth. So either Bastion because she genuinely wants to do good, or the Ardenweald because she’s a shaman and kinda sorta maybe connected to nature? Kinda leaning Bastion, but we’d have to see further.

Aiyaona - Bastion

No contest, really. The Sunwalker always trying to do her best goes to the noble dudes. Though knowing Aiya, she probably went ‘I’m a terrible person, perhaps I belong in Revendreth :(’, to which everyone went ‘no you idiot you’re the purest one here!’ and chucked her into Bastion. She’s doing Her Best.

Elizabone - Maldraxxus

Whilst kinda cool for her to go to Revendreth, I think Maldraxxus with their bones and undead shit is much more up Liz’s alley. That, and she does find some curiosity in the origins of the force that raised her into undeath. If she can bend it to her will too, then so much the better.

Cayeli - Revendreth

Probably the closest that aligns to her, as she’s turned off by Overly Good Bastion. That and hearing words that Kael’thas is in Revendreth has intrigued her. She still wonders why her Prince did as he did, and would like some answers, if possible. That said I’m thinking maybe the Ardenweald too? Dunno, need more data.

Tinkerspring - Revendreth

She’s 90% convinced she’s going to end up here when she dies anyway, so she might as well get started. That said, she also can’t stand how ‘good’ Bastion are, Maldraxxus doesn’t look to be any fun, and she’s not a fan of the Ardenweald. “Hey, the vampires look like they know how to party!”

Tamorn - Bastion

A Good Boi who is doing his best, he belongs with Bastion, and I can definitely see him being best buddies with the Stewards. Also I keep imagining him with angel wings and it’s kinda perfect. Orc monk with angel wings. A purer sight never seen.

Jeipuh - Bastion

Jeipuh is totally just following where her girlfriend Aiya is- I’M JOKING I’M JOKING she’s going there totally because she identifies with nobility a lot. And also her girlfriend’s going there too.

Lasai - Revendreth

Going there as an atonement for her sins during Elisande’s rule, even if she supported the rebellion. That and she does prefer darker places - still not used to the normal day/night cycles without being under the shield. Could possibly go to Bastion if things change though.

Jala’wi - Bastion/Ardenweald

Another I got stuck when deciding. I’m thinking Jala is going to Bastion because she’s a paladin and her values do match pretty well with them, but at the same time...I can see here going to the Ardenweald. Again, I’d need to wait for more info. If Rezan’s there, she’s going to the Ardenweald, no holds barred.

Ichtaca - Revendreth

Demon hunter’s going to the vampires because she hates all the others. Especially Maldraxxus because fuck undead aesthetics. Ardenweald just makes her sad about Teldrassil, so she hasn’t the heart to go there.

Chiuza - Bastion

She’s a draenei, Bastion fits her the best. Yeah, I know, but she’s not really a fleshed out character.

Fenrissa - Revendreth

She might be a druid, but Fenrissa’s a rebellious little shit, and she wanted to go where all the cool kids are going. She’s a worgen so I guess it fits? Wouldn’t rule out the Ardenweald though.

Zyesimi - Revendreth

What is it with my elves all going to the Goth place? Then again Zye is a void elf, so peak aesthetic, I guess? She’s also a warlock, so I suppose it fits.

Razla - Maldraxxus

Wow, someone’s actually going to Maldraxxus because they genuinely identify with them! Egads. That and Draka’s here - might not be her version of Draka, but she definitely respects her, and would like to meet her.

Zuzana - Ardenweald

Draggka: *sigh* I hope Saurfang’s death not be in vain. Tings look better, but dere still be wounds on both sides. And Sylvanas still be out dere. Tink it be better to lie low ‘til da baby be born.

Dranka: Argh, we lost Saurfang. Be good dat Sylvanas is no longer Warchief, though I worry ‘bout her still lurking around somewhere. Don’t know if dis ceasefire is gonna last though...

Harnaka: Saurfang finally got his honourable death, though the Horde is without a Warchief, again. Now what do we do?

Elizabone: ...Sylvanas just...abandoned us. Did she even care for us at all? Or were we just a useful army between her and her Final Death? ...Maybe it’s time the Forsaken forged a new path without her. Perhaps we should reconvene a new Desolate Council again...

Aiyaona: At least only Saurfang died to dethrone Sylvanas. But we are left without a Warchief, and I doubt the kal’dorei and Gilneans will be satisified with Sylvanas still being at large...

Cayeli: How far Sylvanas has fallen. Not only forsaking the Horde, but her own people as well? Either time hasn’t been kind to her, or that evil dagger is doing things to her. Whichever it is, she’s still left us with a wealth of problems to sort. Wars don’t end all wrapped up in a nice bow...

Tinkerspring: Wow. So Sylvanas doesn’t give a shit about anyone, not even her own people? I’m surprised, but also kinda not. She seemed that kinda woman. But I guess the war’s over, yeah? Even though she’s definitely still out there ready to do Evil Dead stuff? Yeah.

Jeipuh: We can’t let Sylvanas get away. Even though she’s lost the power of Warchief, she’s clearly strong enough to kill an orc in one blow, and who knows what she could do unfettered! We must stop her, if only to hand her over to the night elves for her punishment.

Lasai: *drinking copious amounts of arcwine* Let me know when we’re going to deal with the sword stuck in the planet, or the being of unfathomable evil that’s been released from the planet’s core.

Ximarra: Well...that happened.

Jala’wi: Sylvanas may have been dishonourable, but de Alliance still invaded our lands and killed my people and King. We have bigger threats ahead of us, but dere will be justice. Eventually.

Vandorn: I don’t give a shit about the Horde. Teldrassil is still dead and my people have lost two homes. All that matters is finding and killing Sylvanas. I will kill any Horde in my way.

It was easy when Garrosh was Warchief, because he was a threat to everyone who wasn’t an orc, and clearly a danger after Theramore. But Sylvanas...Elizabone admires her Dark Lady. She took her under her wing after Elizabone regained her freedom from the Lich King.

But the Burning of Teldrassil makes her uneasy. That wasn’t necessary. That was too far. So she’s still loyal to Sylvanas, and she won’t be taking off her pauldron off in support of Saurfang.

(I got nothing except shenanigans.)

“Remind me whose idea this was again?” Cayeli asked, looking down the line of her friends, her hawkstrider fluffing its blue wings.

“Oh, a crazy idea that might result in injury or death? That’ll be one of Draggka’s then.” Elizabone commented, perched on her eerily still dreadsteed.

“Hey!” The troll cried, craning her head to glare at the Forsaken from on top of her venomhide ravasaur.

“Oh no, she’s right.” Harnaka grinned. “You’re always been the troublemaker in this group.” Her frost wolf shifted underneath her eagerly.

“An’ Tink isn’t?”

“Excuse me?” The goblin arched an eyebrow. “You’re the one dragging us into all these things. Also I’ve half a mind to give the others a headstart now.”

“You could, but den I might forget to tell Bane here dat ya not be food...” Draggka said, the ravasaur swinging its head towards the goblin and gnashing its teeth greedily. The brown wolf Tinkerspring was riding to give her extra height snarled back at it, baring its teeth.

“Come on, let’s not start a fight before the race has actually begun.” Cayeli said. “I’d prefer to try and beat you all without resorting to my fists.”

“Yeah, it be no fun brawling against a monk.” The hunter said. “Or Harnie.” She looked at the warlock. “I could take Liz, though.”

“Hey, I might look like a fleshy bag of bones, but I’m a very well-held together fleshy bag of bones” Elizabone retorting, pointing a bony finger accusingly.

“Ahem.” They quietened when Tinkerspring cleared her throat. “Alright ladies, enough bickering, let’s set down the rules. Pretty simple, really: the first person to get down the mountain, dodging bears and harpies, to where Aiya is by the old Bloodtotem area will win.” She folded her arms. “Now, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to tell you that you need to win fairly, but I better just remind you so we knew where we stand.”

She gently nudged her wolf to walk forward down the line of riders. “Cay, you’re not allowed to paralyse anyone, and nor giving your hawkstrider any ‘go-faster’ brews.”

“They don’t exist, but I won’t paralyse anyone.” Cayeli said, bowing her head.

“Draggka, no Aspect of the Cheetah, and definitely no laying of traps to slow people down.”

“Don’t worry Tink. I be wanting to win fairly.” The troll did the same, soothing her ravasaur’s anxious shifting.

“Harnie, leave the elements out of this. No speeding up with the wind, and no earthgrasp totems.”

“Fair enough.” Harnaka nodded.

“And Liz, you know what I’m going to say. Don’t put the fear of god knows what into people, and don’t cheat using your portals.”

“As if I’d do that!” Elizabone’s eyes widened, resting a hand on her chest.

“You’re a warlock.” The shaman reminded her.

“How rude. You’re lucky I don’t have my succub-” Elizabone began.

“No demon summoning either!” Tinkerspring yelled.

“Ugh, fine.” The Forsaken narrowed her eyes at the orc. “You’re going down.”

“Wait, isn’t her dreadsteed technically a demon?” Cayeli piped up.

“No demon summoning other than her demon horse!” The goblin replied.

“He’s not just a ‘demon horse’! He’s a dreadsteed from Xoroth!”

“Oh, for the spirit’s sake!” Draggka cried, jabbing her heels into the sides of her mount. It gave a triumphant roar and sprang forward, much to the loud consternation of her friends.

The hunter didn’t care, lowering her body to the ravasaur’s back and watching the foothills lurch closer with every powerful stride. The howl of the frostwolf sounding out from behind her signalled that her friends were now on the move too. The troll genuinely didn’t know who would win; most of their mounts were bred for stamina, not speed, with the only exceptions being her venomhide ravasaur and Elizabone’s dreadsteed.

Of course, they were now all out for her blood after her little stunt. Draggka had been honest when she said she’d wanted to win fairly, but sometimes her friends could get caught up in their bickering and they needed an ‘outside influence’ to get their minds back on track.

The hunter glanced back to see her friends charging down the hill behind her, Harnaka and Elizabone in front with Cayeli following behind.

“Draggka! You cheating bint!” The Forsaken hollered.

“Got ya moving though, didn’t it?” The troll called back, looking back to make sure she wasn’t going to ride into a tree. They’d never let her live it down for the rest of her life.

“Laugh all you want Drak, but well all know who’s going to lose in the end!” Harnaka cried.

(What’s this, a BFA era entry?! There’s not really any spoilers in here, I’ve kept what there is as vague as possible. Please enjoy!)

“So. Princess Talanji.”

Draggka groaned, and wished the stone floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“Yeah? What about her?” She asked, not even trying for blasé. Elizabone’s lower face might have been covered, but the troll knew the Forsaken well enough to know she was grinning.

“Oh, I don’t know...Something to do with the fact you’ve been looking at her with stars in your eyes since we got here.” The warlock said. “Though I can guess that you’ve been starry eyed from the very moment you met her!”

The hunter felt her face flare with heat.

“D-Dat be none of ya concern!” She stuttered out. “She be a very beautiful troll, an’ I be appreciatin’ dat beauty.”

“You appreciate it so much that moss is starting to grow on your ankles.” Elizabone, as always, was completely unrepentant.

“I be Speaker for da Horde now.” Draggka threatened lightly. “I could get ya kicked out.”

“And lose my healthstones and my winning personality? I don’t think so.”

Draggka scowled at her.

“I hate it when you be right.” She muttered.

“Most people do.” The Forsaken replied.

There was a brief silence between the two friends, broken only by the soft sounds of Spike’s and the warlock’s felhunter‘s snoring from their feet.

“You know,” Elizabone began, “I thought that when you married someone, or became life mates, permanent bedbuddies of whatever, that looking at other people might not be a thing that you do?” She stroked her chin over her veil. “Or is that a troll thing? I mean, I was a priest of the Light, so my world view was pretty dim before I was raised.” She squinted at her friend. “Does Khadgar know about this?”

“‘Course he does.” Draggka replied. “He knew from da moment I be talkin’ about her.”

“And he’s okay with it?”

“Oh yeah. He caught me staring at Draka at when we were on Draenor. He be understanding.” The hunter grinned. “Did ya hear him talkin’ about Ariok?”

“Yeah, he called him ‘strapping’.” The warlock replied. It took a moment for the copper piece to drop. “Strapping?!” She exclaimed. “Oy vey, that wizard. Of all the magi you had to fall for, you fell for him?” She shook her head, tutting.

“Hey, I married him, ya know!”

“Yeah! You married Archmage Khadgar!” Elizabone said, before she tilted her head slightly, looking...melancholy. “Still, are you sure he’s okay with it?”

“Yeah, he is.” Draggka nodded. “I asked him. He said he knows dat whatever my eyes be doing, my heart be staying wit him.” She smiled, gently resting her hand over her stomach. “Dat, an’ a few other tings, too.”

Elizabone nodded slowly.

“That’s good to know,” she said, softly. “I’d hate for you to lose what you have because of jealousy. Especially with all the things going on now.”

“Me too. No. Talanji be beautiful, and I be admiring her, but Khadgar has my heart. Now, an’ for forever. We be lifemates.” Draggka said, gently touching the wedding ring pierced into her nose.

“I’m glad.” The warlock paused, before gently patting the troll’s hand. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be so sentimental. Shall I go back to sassing you about your crush?”

“Sure, why not?” Draggka grinned. “Not like I can be doin’ similar. Unless you be liking Nathanos-”

“No! Shadow’s breath, no!” Elizabone scowled. “He’s too busy panting after the Dark Lady to look at anyone else. And I deserve better than that...that...” She waved a hand, clearly fumbling for an insult.