#kingofthelight

The battle to free Anduin from the Jailer's control had been a long and hard one. More than once Joli had thought she wasn't going to see him again. More than once the young paladin had broken down, sobbing when she was alone, wanting only to break him free and take him home.

First had been the day when Jerek hadn't shown at the Lion's Head Inn. Joli had waited until well into the night for him and had gone home worried and wondering what had happened. The next day she had gone to the Cathedral to ask about a priest named Jerek. No one had heard of him. A false name? Why would he give her a false name?

But a distraction had come in the form of a summons to Stormwind Keep by Death Lord Mograine. The King had been abducted by Sylvanas and taken to the Maw. Though she had wanted to see Jerek one more time before she left, Joli had no time to do so before being sent to the Maw.

There she had rescued Lord Admiral Proudmoore and Thrall, the three going to where King Wrynn was being held. The moment she saw his face and looked into his eyes she knew what had happened to her sweet Jerek...he was here...in the Maw...and he was the very king they had come to rescue.

The shock (and humiliation over having pretty much dry-humped the High King of the Alliance) of this was replaced with joy and relief that he was alive. And then despair when he was captured again after she was pretty much forced by the Waystone to go to Oribos. That was replaced by anger when it was made clear that the Jailer had possessed Anduin and had forced him to attack the Archon.

Now she held him in her arms again, her hand glowing as she frantically tried to heal his injuries from the fight. Tears stung her eyes because she hadn't wanted to hurt him at all...but they'd had to do so to break him free.

Exhaustion. Deliverance Point lived and breathed it, holding fast against wave after wave of demons that crashed up against its defenses like a ship weathering a storm. It took every bright mind and strong back Azeroth had to spare to hold this point at the epicenter of the Legion’s forces on the planet, and this was a reality that hung heavily over every head stationed there.

They were treading water, though refused to go under-- and in the face of that overwhelming exhaustion they persisted. The storm had to clear eventually-- they just needed to hold out until the Champions could breach the Tomb. 

There were the little things, though, that eased the burden. 

Clustered away from the main walkways of Deliverance Point was a small gathering of troops, all sitting down or leaning against piles of boxes with their attention directed towards a small figure. He was sitting on a rock right outside of a medical tent and was hunched over a guitar, gauntlets strumming a lifting melody and boot occasionally stomping against the grass as some form of percussion. However, his guitar-playing seemed to be playing a backseat to what the crowd had really crowded around for-- the soldier’s singing.

He kept his voice low-- loud enough for the crowd and perhaps some passer-bys to hear, but not enough to where it disturbed anyone hard at work elsewhere in the camp. It was a small little event, a break from the endless clashing of swords and trips to the priests and medics.

Despite how unobtrusive he worked to keep his singing, it was turning some heads. His voice was warm and soothing, rising and falling from each note with a skill that contradicted its youthfulness. In stark contrast to their current situation, his song’s subject was mundane and ordinary-- possibly exactly what the weary footsoldiers needed. A song to remind them of home.

‘Thud’. ‘CRASH’. SHRIEK.

A chorus of childish cackles, whoops and hollers bounced off the buildings of Stormwind City. Everything seemed to slow to a pause as pedestrians, commuters and merchants hawking their wares all began to peer in the direction of the commotion. By the laughs and excited shouts they were hearing, it almost sounded like a few kids or teens were getting particularly rowdy while playing around but..

..what the hell caused that awful crash? A car alarm suddenly went off. Another ‘THUD’, this one louder.

Then…a roar.

A woman screamed bloody murder moments before a tyrannosaurus rex turned a corner and came barreling down the street, flanked by raptors and several triceratops. How the hell did beasts from the Un’goro crater get here? Nobody knew! And, frankly, nobody cared-- they were more concerned with getting the fuck out of the way. A mass panic ensued with civilians running for their lives.

The beasts rampaging through the streets of Stormwind weren’t even the weirdest part. Oh, no! The weirdest part were the people riding the dinosaurs. They were all wearing the same exact clothes, complete with a blue hood and ominous skull mask. 

“You better run faster!” One of them called out. Their voice was young, and they had a thick accent--  Gadgetzan, maybe. “I don’t think this guy has eaten in over a month!”

“This is fucking stupid-- how come you guys got the carnivores? Mine kept trying to eat all the trees in the Mage Quarter and you chucklefucks almost left me behind!” One of the girls riding a triceratops complained, gesturing angrily towards her dinosaur.

“Aw, gee, I don’t know, that sounds like a personal problem to me. The Lizard Queen waits for nobody.” The one from before rolled her eyes and made a dismissive gesture from atop her tyrannosaurus.

“What? Fuck you, who says you get to be the Lizard Queen? I’m the Lizard Queen, go pound sand.” A girl on a raptor shot back, glaring at the both of them. An entirely different girl on a different raptor to her left piped up.

That’s a tough one!

Schyuler grew up near a farm so she befriended a lot of the animals there such as chickens and pigs.

Once she moved to Stormwind though, she discovered doggos and kitties and the rest was history. She doesn’t have an actual pet per say, she feeds and interacts with a lot of strays and tries to find them good homes.

-rubs hands together like a fly- oh boy this is an interesting one

✘ for Perseus Landon

in the Warcraft verse? i honestly can’t remember this character’s name but one time in an in-game RP, there was this high elf mage who took pretty much every chance she had to belittle percy and question/undermine his authority (at this point in his story he reached the Captain rank, though was still good ol’ perce and was prone to doubting himself and hesitant to break out the Commanding Officer voice).

that wasn’t really the part that made him dislike her, though, she brought up valid points--- it was the part where she purposefully sabotaged a mission because it didn’t go the way she planned it and then deserted them all. she could have killed so many people! percy didn’t have to do too much work avoiding her because as soon as everyone returned from that, percy’s commanding officer was demanding her badge + resignation lmao.