#felthamar

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D͓̽u͓̽r͓̽a͓̽x͓̽x͓̽o͓̽r͓̽- @duraxxor - Main blog Also known as Alphus Durand Daevara in life Father of the Daevara family Batdad

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓁 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓈

Fel'thamar Za'roth - @felthamar Master Demonologist Former Sunfury Mr. Grouch

Doctor Solexstras Sunflare - @solexstras Doctor, Scientist, and many other things Void enthusiast Sleepy Doctor

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔞 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶

Ravlynn Daevara - @ravlynn Self Defense Specialist A Father's Daughter Raven Aiden Daevara - @aiden-daevara Spellblade Adventurer History enthusiast Soft boy

I would also like to shamelessly plug their mother @arrydhalia who is played by @nyyght right here!

𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷

Veronath Sunscorn - @veronath Knight of Silvermoon Son of Valanath Blaze

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He could remember it like it was yesterday. But to the elven people, decades were merely steppingstones. This would mean that yesterday may has well been those decades ago. And it was only recently that the one he would call brother would allow there be a proper truce between them. For his ire was the exact reason that Solexstras faced morality twists.

There was a time where Solexstras was half of another, Fel'thamar. Two souls in a singular body. Even to this day, the Doctor thought of Fel'thamar as merely an extension of the anger he developed in youth. A youth that turned from a budding mage that was destined to be his parent's prized son. Born as Solexstras Sunflare, he studies magic and was absolutely obsessed with knowledge.

But everything changed with young Sol found out that he was actually the result of an affair his mother had with another man. And when his father found that out, he was ridiculed as he watched his father turn into a raging alcoholic. But what could the young man do? He had nowhere to go. His father turned to the bottle and his own mother barely stayed home long enough to even put aside her own mistakes for his sake. So, he continued to stick his nose into his books. He thought to himself the more knowledge he could obtain, the further away from this bad dream he could be.

Then, one day, he found himself in the presence of a sorceress by the name of Morellia Darkwood. She was kind, charming, and even similarly interested in knowledge. And she sought to bestow him a knowledge that at the time he had no idea was truly forbidden. For warlocks in high elven society were not common, and those caught practicing the demonic arts had been looked down upon by the magistry at the time. After all, our Doctor and Demonologist alike are over seven hundred years old.

Every chance he got, he met with her and one after the other, he began learning to summon demons, partake in afflictions, and awaken the ability to wield the green flames, something that was rare in nature. But this story would not have a happy ending. No. For one day, the eyes of his parents would not stray far as they realized the son they must control was participating in magic that even they dare not wield. With this, they got the jump on both of them and had Lady Darkwood not only apprehended and beheaded in a secluded area for him to watch.

Solexstras didn't know why, or even understand, but something awakened in him that day through the grief and absolute misery of it all. A second voice that while he thought he had heard before, he thought it was merely him speaking to himself. But the words that followed were spoken from within him out of rage as he allowed it to take over in that moment. A rage that burned everything down.

For the longest time after that, Sol would recluse himself in the back of his mind as the new voice, declaring himself Fel'thamar Za'roth, took over and ran his life. But both of them had one thing in common despite Sol's overwhelming grief and remorse for taking a life. They both deeply cared about their former master to the point that they studied their new art hard and continued paving her legacy in flame.

[[ @sanguinesorceress there's a bit of a back story with your ask <3 ]]

Get your mind out of the gutter…I’m referring to summoning a demon.

The master demonologist stared quietly, anticipating some sort of punchline to choice of words. And he was right to let them finish it seemed. For if he had not, he may have called them out on being a closet pervert. But it seemed they tried to already flip it back onto him.

He rumbled, squinting his gaze. " Says the one that assumed I was already thinking that way. You know what they say: The guiltiest felhound always barks the loudest. " He rolled his eyes and laid back in his comfortable chair, this was a tell he had no issue speaking about.

" My very first summon was much like any warlock trainee. Imps are easy. Simple. They are little hellions that throw fireballs. And they are born from Imp Mothers. A species that at the time, not many of our kind had a clue about. " He stared into a nearby mug, one that swirled with a heated beverage. " Gliptok is his name. And for the longest time, I hated him. I felt as though he was not an extension of my true power. But more of a footnote. That isn't entirely true. " He shook his head, casting his fel-tainted gaze towards the nearby darkness. " I was most definitely satisfied that to find I could summon a demon, especially in her honor. I will always appreciate the teachings of my master, even something as small and minuscule as Gliptok. "

🧠 - " Subject nine seems to be facing some interesting changes. The Felhunter seems to be sprouting extra tendrils, some of which are looking far more barbed, reminding me of a quilboar from the muddy hovels of Durotar. It seems to be drawn to the fresh meals of the dragonhawks in Eversong when I summon it. It even devours the eggs, shell and all. Nine also appears to be a female, perhaps they are targeting the flame glands for their magical potency. I will continue to document my results as the days go on. "

[[ @quelios-dawnsinger how about a demonic nature documentary? ]]

Fel'thamar had been enjoying his delicious meal of grilled chicken with a hint of lemon pepper. Oh yes, his favorite evening dish when he was having a thing he would like to call a good day. But then, and only then, did someone decide to grace his presence with a whisper from the shadows.

"I would ride you hard until you lost that perma-frown."

His fel green gems widened and suddenly, the last piece of chicken he had chewed and devoured went down the wrong windpipe, sending him into a hacking cough. He hunched over, trying to dislodge whatever was ailing him as he slammed his chest with a bare hand. Once he had obtained the means to breathe again, he cleared his throat. Giving a moment of silence to fully recuperate from his ordeal.

" Excuse me, but I welcome you to try. Because a mysterious figure that seems to disturb me in my own home with pretty promises is less likely to make it to my lap than a frog outside. " He scowled in the direction the voice had come from. "... A pipe dream of being piped it sounds like. And just what makes you think you are even worthy of I, Fel'thamar, hmmmm? Reveal yourself, temptress! "

The scarlet haired sorcerer stared pensively at the one who presented an emotional subject. His eyes grew half-lidded despite the scowl in his features. All his life, he had known so much in his wildfire behavior. Bitterness. Envy. Rage. Sorrow. At times, it felt as though he was burning from the inside in his own hellfire. Never seeming fully satisfied in his lifetime.

He had carved his own path upon his separation from his brother. But too often, he found himself lost in a direction. Sure, he had his research on demonology and his forte. But he was lacking in other departments which lead to unhealthy obsessions. And so, he graced the questioner with a simple answer.

" Happiness. I would choose happiness. Because for me, that is a rare commodity. "

[[ Thank you for the ask @nahisummerhold you are covering all the stuffs! ]]

"And if you don't want me to call you 'Mr. Prickles,' give me a name, silly!"

Fel'thamar's expression grew quite sour. He roughly opened the door to his front lawn and found himself absolutely reeling. It seemed as though every week this girl was trying on and on to interact with him and it irritated him to no end.

" I've told you over and over again! Get off of my damned lawn! And leave my demonic hounds alone! Just because they are not chewing you to the bone doesn't mean they can't! " A gritting of his teeth created a quaking pressure against his gumline. Fel flames seemed to exit his shoulders that were trembling just as bad. How dare she. How dare she come onto his lawn, fraternize with his hounds, and not even know his name!

" My name is Fel'thamar Za'roth, you insufferable loon! Do you hear me! It's Fel'thamar Za'roth! F-E-L-'-T-H-A-M-A-R-Z-A-'-R-O-T-H! DOES THAT SPELL IT OUT ENOUGH FOR YOU! HUHHHHHHH?! "

[[ >_> @astralfox0893 ]]

There was a time where Fel'thamar was a completely different person and had chosen to be amongst the Sun King's army as a spellcaster of the fel arts. A Sunfury if you would. Fel'thamar had been present for Tempest Keep as it was an opportunity to learn of the Draenic technology. The surname would likely ring a bell as he likely attended her mother's opera performances. While he may not have always been a man to be easily distracted by his research and magical practice, it didn't stop him from enjoying a show that caught his fiery eyes.

[[ Maybe @nahisummerhold has seen him somewhere before? ;) ]]