#feyrintha

Having contracted the finest demon smiths on the Doom Glaive, Asteryn the Blackheart presents to illidari Feyrintha a gift of prized value. 

Born of the shattered shards of the fabled blades of Azzinoth, the remaints of the former weapon were scattered by the Wardens. Through fire and blood, at least a glimmer of a shard was found within the deep vaults of the Wardens themselves. There, the blades would be reborn into a more perfect form. They seek demonic blood in a desperate need to sate. Thus the Seeker’s Glaives were born.

[Spirit Leech: Roll 1d5 after basic attacks/healing and abilities to add to your shield up to 30hp]

[+2 to Max damage/healing on basic attacks and abilities]

[-1 to Crit threshold on basic attacks/healing]

@she-wants-the-d20

My dear friend,

As i’m sure you know, i’ve been stagnant on our plans to invade the plane known as Daznook. You will have to forgive me, as of late I have been distracted with more personal business pertaining to that of the wedding and that which comes after. Though, as I have picked back up the business of silk, so have I returned to my work in planning and research for this excursion to the demonic prison plane.

This, my friend, is where you are to come into play. I know you and your kind to be excellent in hunting down a demon, and a hunt it is I have for you. I am afraid that this hunt, of course, will not immediately end in a treat as savory as a kill, but it is finding this demon that I need the most.

You may or may not be familiar with the demon Gurthana. An imp mother, as more commonly placed, but one with valuable information to our cause. I have a want to garner here precise location rather than perform a more risky summoning. I have heard, in my passes through various associates of mine, that she may or may not be currently in Azeroth’s world rather than laying in wait in the twisting nether. I would like this to be confirmed, and if possible, find a way for us to set up a meeting with her so that we may garner ourselves an ally in our fight.

I believe this is the path we should take. Your thoughts on this, of course, are welcome at any time. As would be your ever so brilliant sight.

May you find your quarry, my friend.

Sincerly,

Dawnward Faervell Bael’Nar

Dawnward Dawnbrook,

Late last Friday night I mended Lightward Siildore Frostlotus in the Dalaran Infirmary; she had been injured in the assault on the Nighthold. Lightward Frostlotus had suffered minor burns which had been treated during triage immediately after the event, and had had her arm severed during the confrontation with Gul’dan. Surgery was delayed until Friday because her arm needed to be found in the chaos, which took several hours -- thankfully, undeath spared the Lightward any sustained nerve damage because of the delay.

Using blood and shadow magic I reattached the Lightward’s arm and restored it to functioning order. The Lightward was officially released from the infirmary yesterday, although she will need to report to either you or I for physical therapy -- I am happy to continue handling this, as I know that death knights are a particular specialty of mine because of my magical affinities. In either case, she presently suffers from some lack of mobility and strength in her arm, which will need to be handled through therapy and mobility exercises. It is considerably less, however, than it could have been if the arm hadn’t been found. I expect that she will regain most, if not all, of the mobility in her arm over time, with mild scarring and some weakness in the reattached muscles where they were severed.

I will leave it in your best judgment to decide when she is fit to return to the field; in my professional opinion, I would recommend at least another three weeks of physical therapy before she is allowed to return to battle. Although death knights are in a unique position to recover quickly from serious damage, I am worried that the shadow mending may be ill-equipped to handle a rushed diagnosis, and will work better when combined with rest and rehabilitation.

There is one thing I wish to bring forth for your consideration: shadow and blood magic do not particularly allow me to assess whether there has been any fel corruption or other corruption of the recently attached appendage. I would suggest that you or another qualified light user meet with Lightward Frostlotus and ensure that the limb isn’t harmed by its contact with Gul’dan. I am happy to find a volunteer if you do not have any suggestions as to who may be equipped to handle such a task.

If you have any questions please let me know.

Sincerely,

Lightward Os’golde Firefall

A Patreon Commission from @curiouslich to @she-wants-the-d20 and @stormandozone

WHEW! Commission batch for @curiouslich featuring @stormandozone @she-wants-the-d20 and @sakialyn 

“Black Claw,

While it pains me to ever admit to any sort of idea of needing help, your actions on Volcanius were singularly heroic and critical to our mission. We Illidari preach about the cost of sacrifice and giving all to the void when the time comes, you instead saw the need to bring my ravaged body back. It would be impossible to know what may have awaited me if I were left on that planet, and no doubt I believe our foe would have devised some sort of grand machination for my tortured soul.

Still, it is unlike me to ever give thanks to another, let along say it aloud. Which is why instead of uttering those words, I will grant you a single request, something which if it were within my power, I shall strive to fulfill.

You may choose whatever you like and once chosen I will see to its completion.

Hunt well exile

-Dread Commander Asteryn”

A birthday gift for @she-wants-the-d20 of the best OT3 ever

Ten Years, Ten Days after Incident: Spent part of the day training with Knight-Commander Dawnstalker.  He may not have taught me how to use the Light, but his continuing instruction over these years has been instrumental in teaching me the discipline and focus needed to use it without falter.  Though we differ in our views on it, he holding a more...utilitarian and practical approach while mine is a more emotional and spiritual approach, I have found him to be a good friend over the years since my rebirth.  

The rest of the day was spent doing paperwork.  I will never hold a position of leadership in the Sunguard, but I can be the best soldier I can be.  Long before my rebirth I understood that, but after learning of my daughter, losing her, and regaining her, my rebirth and childish rebellion I lost my way.  Only by the grace of the Guardian did I stay, and by her continuing grace I have remained.  Some days I still wish I was that impetuous and reckless, full of the fire of life.  Now though...Now I am honed, tempered.  A sharpened and light blade is more effective than a dull and heavy one.

Caeliri is...well, I think.  We do not speak much.  Part of the unspoken agreement we reached long ago.  It works for us; I am there when she needs me, and she does not spurn me when I miss her.  She has her secrets, I have mine.  A day doesn’t go by that I don’t worry about her, that I don’t want to rush to her side, hold her, and make all of her pain go away.  But I can’t do that anymore.  I was never able to do that.  I was trying to hold on to something that I could never have.  I don’t know how many times I’ve written those words, but I still keep writing it like a mantra, like a punishment.  I’ve...never quite forgiven myself for driving her away, for making the deal she made.  That blame lies squarely at my feet, and I do not think in all my years of eternity I will forgive myself for it.  Twelve years after the Winter of Woe, and I still write it here, where only I will see it.  Feyrintha would say that I should stop punishing myself for my failures, but in this regard I’m going to ignore her usually sage device.  

Speaking of her, she is well.  She...lost herself for a bit after her and the Cabal helped neuter the Legion, now she keeps herself occupied doing Light knows what.  I do not ask what it is that she does, for I feel that she will tell me in time.  We enjoy our time spent together as always, and though I have always kept my proposal to myself I wonder if she might agree to it now.  I still love her, as much then as I do now.  Still haven’t seen her eyes, and in some ways I hope I never do.  Though we fight and argue at times, she has my undying (ha) respect.  If she chooses to never show me, I will find myself as honored as if she chooses to do so.  

And now I seem to be explaining myself to myself.  And reflecting wholly on the past as well.  A journal is to write your thoughts, to keep track of your day and the events of your life.  I suppose I am fulfilling one, and not the other.  My practice to use my old abilities progresses, albeit slowly.  Without the saronite to ease the flow of the necromantic energies, it is a struggle every time I try to channel it.  It exists within me though, a darkness against the Light, and I would be a fool to not utilize it.  I must keep my practice secret, as always, but the fact that I do progress gives me hope that one day, perhaps, I can convince them that it is not inherently evil as they so believe.  It is likely a fool’s errand, one to get me killed or expelled, but I will pursue it regardless.  As Gloomweaver would say, “Fuck that noise.”