#ikeilos

Eventually, he came to the decision at least to talk it over with Ikeilos. The morning he planned to do so, however, a letter was hand delivered to him by a courier. He hadn't received any letters for a while; the handwriting on the envelope was unfamiliar and sloppy, and the return address was to a place he'd never heard of called "Sun's Peak" in the Eastern Plaguelands.

After tipping the courier, he headed inside and sat down at the table where he'd prepared his morning tea. The Anchorite flipped the letter open and was surprised to see a rather ornate wax seal - dark violet with gold trim, imprinted with the image of a rising sun. "Odd... I don't recall seeing this emblem," he mumbled to himself as he opened it, being careful not to break the seal.

The letter was barely-legible chicken scratch. It was almost entirely written in Draenic, save for a few words written out in Orcish, scratched out, then rewritten in either Draenic or (very poorly) in the common language of Azeroth. "Did a child write this?" he mused, slowly parsing the letter. In spite of the errors though, it was clear that the writer had a good grasp on the Draenic language but probably just wasn't very used to writing it. ((OOC note: words in the letter that were written in Common are not italicized.))

Anchorite Betuur -

I'm reaching out to you for re'ka assistance with some feelings I've had gul'nath great difficulty working through since the death of my osh'kazil chasbaand mate. I heard of your work through some others on Draenor and was told you moguna actually reside here on Azeroth. If you are not currently taking new kleiants patients appointments, I understand, but it would mean a great deal if you would be willing to meet with me.

Aka'Magosh Regards, Saranklei

P.S. Sorry for the spelling errors, I haven't written in Draenic in a long time.

It took a while to read due to the poor handwriting. Betuur pursed his lips when he finished and set the letter down, eyes immediately darting to all the crossed-out words. Why would someone who knew even a lick of Orcish want his help? Well, this Saranklei clearly knew Draenic as well - and that was an awfully Draenic-sounding name. Maybe there was something very wrong with him. Maybe he'd be an easy target.

A little smirk played at the Anchorite's lips at the thought. If nothing else, he could learn more about this Sun's Peak and the people there - perhaps they could all be swayed as well. "Well... perhaps I won't leave the Anchorites," he thought aloud. "It would certainly help to have a sponsored trip all the way to the Eastern Kingdoms..."

Well, AUdeon (my nickname for the alternate Draenor version of Hadeon) is a rather lonely and solitary man, but when he finds someone interested, he will have sex with them. At present time, he is not sexually active, if only because there’s no one willing right now.

Ikeilos is very selectively sexually active. He has a severe problem with disassociation and requires special handling in order to remember to remain present in his body during sex. Thankfully, his lover is aware of this - and also able to have rather athletic sex in dreams.

Mathaes is, at present, not sexually active. It’s certainly not from lack of desire, but he’s between lovers and not in the mood for his usual brothel fare lately.

—————————————————————————- NAME: Artificer Ikeilos of Karabor AGE: adult - approximately 2,000 years old SPECIES: draenei GENDER: male CLASS: priest BIRTHPLACE: aboard the Genedar BIRTH: Feb. 28th SIGN: Pisces MARTIAL STATUS: involved PROFESSION: crystal artificer, anchorite RESIDENCES: long-term guest quarters at Karabor, alternate Draenor

—————————————————————————                 { PHYSICAL FEATURES } APPEARANCE: Of average height and a little thin for a draenei, this man seems to have a perpetual mischievous smirk on his sharply-defined face. The thick fall of blue hair from his head is well-tended and shiny. No dents mar his forehead crest nor visible scars his pale blue skin. His single chin tendril is thick and the four rings on it - set in pairs of two - are intricately engraved platinum. A similar trio of platinum bands sit below the last ridge of his heavy tail.

HAIR: cobalt blue EYES: blue SKIN: pale blue HEIGHT: 7′8″ WEIGHT: 312 lbs.

OTHER: When he speaks, his voice is deep and often described as soothing or even soporific. Those who get much too close to his personal space may discover a cologne of resin incense and amber with a sinuous hint of poppy smoke. —————————————————————————-                  { FAMILY } SIBLINGS: Ilota (older sister, deceased) and a half-sibling he doesn’t know PARENTS: unknown and Anchorite Phoebe (deceased)

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Anchorite Betuur (mentor, lover)

ANY PETS?: yes [] | no [X]

—————————————————————————                  { TRAITS } —— POSITIVE ——

brilliant, focused, idealistic, inventive, neat, quiet, subtle

—— NEGATIVE ——

addict, egotistical, finicky, impious, remorseless, seducer, weak-willed

—————————————————————————-                   { LIKES } COLORS: black, plum SMELLS: opium smoke FOOD: miso soup FRUITS: grapes DRINKS: milk ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: white wine

—————————————————————————-

                  { DISLIKES } COLORS: gold, white SMELLS: crushed stone FOOD: anything spicy FRUITS: oranges DRINKS: cinnamon-spiced hot chocolate ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: whiskey

—————————————————————————-                    { OTHER DETAILS } SMOKES? yes [X] | no []

DRUGS?: yes [X] | no []

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes [] | no [X]

Several of my characters have custom items! One of the aspects I enjoy most about writing in a fantasy world is being creative with items that live inside the framework of the rules of that world’s magic, but really expand on ability in interesting ways.

Hadeon wears an amulet around his upper left bicep. It’s a collection of clay tablets with Ebon Blade runes graven on each tablet. The clay is hard-won, a mixture imbued with various reagents which require serious sacrifices to obtain. Every use of magic costs him dearly.

(Incidentally, the living Draenor AU version of Hadeon is entirely missing his left arm, severed in the crash of the Genedar. He wears a prosthetic made of jovite and khorium, the same design as the soul constructs in Auchindoun. The loss of his dominant limb was extremely traumatic, but he’s had about 200 years to get over it.)

Tziska carries a small pot of salve with her. A mix of beeswax, herbal extracts, two kinds of enchanting dust, and a wizard oil few remember how to make anymore - it allows her to see the leylines and flows of mana for a short time, compensating for her natural lack of ability in that area.

Zayneth has two enchanted glass orbs which are nigh impossible to crack or break.

Ikeilos deals regularly in specially attuned crystals which he turns into alarm clocks and sleep-wave regulators.

Oh gosh... Four of them!

Lysonde (@stormofmercy) is quite adept at portraiture and figure drawing. She almost always has a sketchbook with her - and that’s proven fortuitous recently.

Abigale (@the-nightrose) has two very different styles. When she’s working, she likes demure, nearly shapeless things that don’t show off her body at all. When she’s at play, she has a decidedly goth bent and is very fond of lace.

Izraid practices frequently with fire poi. The first healing he learned how to do was healing burn wounds.

Hadeon is absolutely terrified of heights. There’s no rationale for it, just pure inexplicable phobia. It’s nearly crippling and he will go significantly out of his way to avoid being more than about three stories off the ground. He hates flying.

Daephrin is afraid of the undead and of small spaces. These fears are related and based on situational trauma from the Scourge invasion.

Ikeilos loathes making a fool of himself. He has a mild stutter and when it rears up in public, he gets unreasonably angry at himself over it. Of course, the anger fuels the stutter and makes for a vicious cycle. He really tries to avoid public speaking.