#izulde

En-Al’him, the Sword of Ruin

“A blessed blade, an ancient blade, one of conquest and ruin.” -Nathar the Redemer

A blade forged prior to the founding of Quel’Thalas, En-Al’him was one of the weapons the elves of the Emberlight used to wrest control of their home from the hands of the Amani Trolls. Now, it is a sacred heirloom, a blade of power and destruction. 

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Green - Was there ever a time in your life that you went through a period of growth? describe it. for Izulde

“Growth is something I continuously strive for, but there are few moments in my life more meaningful than when I was blessed with my daughter. Everything changed when I held her in my arms.”

Cobalt - Do you live in a world with freedom? Describe your opinion on the subject for Telchis

“Freedom was something I was truly given within the Black Temple and it was that same freedom I chose to enact when I left. Now, my station and duty to my people remove me from such notions and I am a creature of what is required of me.”

Do you have a strong moral code? What are some moral things that you feel strongly about? for Idriil.

A letter intercepted through tremendous care by agents of the Emberlight and spirited away to the desk of Lord Izulde Netherstar.

"Lord Truefeather, I am pleased to announce that the Regent-Lord has agreed to your terms of service provided that you fulfill our previous arrangement of conscription dealing with the Valassain issues in the far south. While it does not please me that we are to look outside the means of the Thalassian Royal Army, given the nature of the matter surely you can understand the importance of subtly in dealing with issues close to home. Lord Highvale is your peer, and by the graces of his birthright could have one day sat on the Phoenix Throne. Those days, however, have passed and he must be reminded that there is a new government that leads all children of the High Home. Phoenix Captain Sunstorm has worked with your order before and the man believes you are nothing but brigands given lauded titles due to your previous service to the state. You are hardly trusted among the ranks of the Phoenix Guard and though several within your order may have been trained by their armsmen, they hardly see you as kin. You have much to prove in their eyes and equally as such much to prove in the eyes of the Thalassian Senate. You are not to fail in Quel'Valas, for the fate of that isle is the fate of the Dawnspire, the Regent-Lord has made it plain as such. Take your fleet and sail south, bring this colony back into the fold. For this task, you will find yourself suitably rewarded. Belore guide you in your journey,

The letter had arrived by courier, which by all accounts may as well herald the heavy words within. It was much alike when they had first met, how their words were formal, terse, yet yearning. Then he wrote with an eager pen, putting to paper words he had experienced for the first time. When she was mysterious, dangerous, and when by all accounts he was content as a paramour. But that was many years ago, different letters and a different author.

“My lord,” began the servant, a woman of fine breeding, who by all accounts would have been a handmaiden for his betrothed should she have resided with him in the Netherholde. Now she was a woman, dedicated to a foreign mistress whom she had never met. “Would you wish me to read you the letter?”

Izulde had half a heart to deny her, to leave the letter on the table, or if he was in a greater penchant of melancholy to toss it into the flames. They were connected, Azriah and he, by a link more significant than anyone could ever know. Yet in their absence, there was not even a single pull at the tether. He had wished her to come after him, yet that was not her way. Her way began with formality. “Dearest Lord Izulde Netherstar,” began the servant, speaking for his beloved, which sounded more strange than his heart could bare.

As she continued, to read the letter aloud, Izulde sank deeper into his leather chair. His thoughts had begun to drown out her words. He yearned to analyze, to put away feelings and weigh considerations. Yet there was something deeper within him that subdued reason and gave heart to emotion. The feeling was not that of love, for he knew well enough the sharp and bitter twang of Azriah’s love, but something else. He heard the words read aloud, knowing deep down there was part of him missing, that was so close he could reach it.

“If you do not attend me, I will assume you have settled in your decision … and we will part ways … though it pains me to face that reality.” There was a pause, a hanging moment in the air as the servant wishes for her lord’s response. “My Lord, shall I prepare your departure to Dalaran?” The pause continued and the silence hung like the heavy mist of the Emberlight. A silence too dark for someone to see.

“My lord, what will you respond? My lord?”

In between campaigns, I’m going to run a Second War campaign called Before the Fall, which takes place during the invasion of Quel’Thalas by the Horde and just before. In order to do so, we need some high elf models!

From the top down:

High King Anasterian

Serdar Finnistan Truefeather

Felthier Truefeather

Asteryn Truefeather

Marithur Nathar Netherstar

Isha Netherstar

Izulde Netherstar

Purple - Is there magic in your world? if so, describe how it works

“My dearest Azriah,

I hope this letter finds you well rested after your expedition to the Broken Isles. From what I have gathered you’ve begun the process of returning to your office within the Dawnspire. No doubt you have already heard what my nephew wishes to plan and we have already begun negotiations of financing. I will spare you the details, but home and prestige have remained intact and the young Archon is free to conduct warfare as he chooses.

Though our last meeting has been months apart, I will attempt my best to give you an update of what has kept me so preoccupied. The first snows have begun to set within the Emberlight and Lady Idrya has seen to the closure of the Blacksun Gate. The eastern villages of Heartsong and Leabel have both begun to empty as they do each year and the populations hide away into the mountainous Blacksun Citadel until first thaw. I do wish that one year you will permit Aeriana to winter here in the Netherholde, she will not find a more majestic view in all of Quel’Thalas than looking over the Whispwinter Mountains.

Some politicking has kept me busy as of late. I was given the privilege, if one could call it such, to attend a masked affair last weekend in City. I believe I told you of the ball some weeks back and your silence on the subject of our ball only makes me suppose your curiosity is too great for words. I did not wish you to feel the need to attend so I made adequate excuses for your absence, speaking praises on your zeal and love for country. There was one Lady Swallowsong, who dared to treat me some newly mourning widow, whose wife’s departure from his life in society might as well been the signal for an opportunity to win the graces of the Emberlight, or my fortune. She was pretty enough, blessed in both amiable assets but obviously the victim of poor tutelage at a young age. I took pity on her for there is no honor in disliking someone whose brain is so different than your own. Luckily enough the party was well attended and my arm was freed from her clutch.

You know how I adore masked affairs, there is some much allure and mystery, and while others choose to believe their mask might hide who they are, my agents worked tirelessly for me to memorize attires, colors, and voices, even those who wished to dye their hair to give secrecy at who they are behind the mask. Oh my love, we would have shared such a banter of whispers and I could have felt your hunting gaze even from afar.

Lord Flamewood attempted to lecture me the importance of my duty in the House of Nobles, but I reminded him that the woman of which he has carried on a torrid affair was being necked by some besaron from Quel’Danas. He gave me a huff and carried himself away, swearing the whip the both of them.  

There was another Lady Sol’thoel, who by all accounts is a woman deserving of praise, who drank too much and danced to freely. Her husband, some fifth son who inherited after the fall, was nothing to note, despite his unfortunate voice and even worse ability to carry a conversation. One could tell that it was not he who would free his lady wife from her bodice later that eve.

In the gardens, outside those lovers who thought to slip away from the dance unnoticed were interrupted by two gallant errants eager to win their renown by a display of swordsmanship. If I would not have sworn to be on my best behavior, perhaps I would have given them a show that you would have heard about prior to my letter, but I was content to drink my wine and critique their form. Some bravo from the Evergrove wished to outstrip a city knight of his honor and the two quarreled for the better part of an hour before the guardsmen pulled them away. No doubt their great strut of feathers had earned someone’s affection to lick their wounds.

I did my fair share of dancing, eager to remind my world that I both adept with my footwork as I am with my pen. My partners were gracious enough, if not too eager for the embrace and to slow to transition from my arms. Towards the end, I met with an agent of mine who I had come to see in the first place. There is a treatise about that I need to discuss with you for great length and am in need of your skills in a particular area that I dread to say outstrips my own. A quarter till two I summoned my carriage to depart alone, to the woe of many.

I am reminded at last of how cold the mountains here are in the winter. Even behind stone walls and paned glass, there is a chill in the emptiness of my bed. I know your Archon will soon declare war, but I believe you have a free night to spare before you are spirited away once again to those forsaken isles in the sea. Should you come, I believe you will find yourself well delighted.

Always yours,

Izulde”

Felthier Truefeather villainous attributes

Aggressive | Callous | Cannibal | Careless | Compulsive | Cowardly | Domineering | Envious | Greedy | Hypocritical | Impatient | Impolite | Kidnapper | Lazy | Liar | Lustful | Materialistic | Murderer | Obsessive | Overcritical | Overemotional | Patronizing | Psychotic | Sarcastic | Self-Indulgent | Serial-killer | Torturer | Touchy | Unclean | Unpredictable | Untidy | Vain | Vengeful

Telchis Truefeather villainous attributes

Aggressive | Callous | Cannibal | Careless | Compulsive | Cowardly | Domineering | Envious | Greedy | Hypocritical | Impatient | Impolite | Kidnapper | Lazy | Liar | Lustful | Materialistic | Murderer | Obsessive | Overcritical | Overemotional | Patronizing | Psychotic | Sarcastic | Self-Indulgent | Serial-killer | Torturer | Touchy | Unclean | Unpredictable | Untidy | Vain | Vengeful

Izulde Netherstar villainous attributes

Aggressive | Callous | Cannibal | Careless | Compulsive | Cowardly | Domineering | Envious | Greedy | Hypocritical | Impatient | Impolite | Kidnapper | Lazy | Liar | Lustful | Materialistic | Murderer | Obsessive | Overcritical | Overemotional | Patronizing | Psychotic | Sarcastic | Self-Indulgent | Serial-killer | Torturer | Touchy | Unclean | Unpredictable | Untidy | Vain | Vengeful

Idriil Dawnveil villainous attributes

Aggressive | Callous | Cannibal | Careless | Compulsive | Cowardly | Domineering | Envious | Greedy | Hypocritical | Impatient | Impolite | Kidnapper | Lazy | Liar | Lustful | Materialistic | Murderer | Obsessive | Overcritical | Overemotional | Patronizing | Psychotic | Sarcastic | Self-Indulgent | Serial-killer | Torturer | Touchy | Unclean | Unpredictable | Untidy | Vain | Vengeful

Asteryn Truefeather villainous attributes