#lightbloom

(This is a pseudo game featuring lace as a protagonist, set in Gleamound. I can’t code for the life of me so it’s only like this)

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Meine Haranir-Zur'ashar/ Wassersprecherin/ Schamanin Kee'lai lässt heilenden Regen auf ihre Verbündeten niederregnen. Dieses Bild ist nach einem Rollenspielabend entstanden. Ich wollte unbedingt die Heilszene festhalten.

voting in favor that the ship name is lightbloom ok ? ok thanks for coming to my ted talk bye

13/02/2026.

"It's possible, my dear assistant. Tulcor, reseal the jar, and run the chamber cleaning procedure, we have data to record."

“You will feel no more pain.” With a sudden forced twist, a quick intense and singular acoustic event occurred with something like a sharp snap and then, silence. The death was quick, but it was by no means clean. The springpaw was glowing with a light that did not belong to it, and already the spores were growing from its body. He could not bear to let it suffer and knew there was no way to stop it or reverse it, only a small mercy to a beast that had run too close to the lightbloom in its frenzy and fright. Words failed at fully articulating what he felt in that current moment. He had a strong love and desire to help and to protect the people of Silvermoon, of eversong woods, of home. But seeing the devastation that was taking place in his very homeland where he had been born, raised and spent most of his life caused by the recent events at the Sunwell… a burning hatred for the light itself was not something he could have foreseen would ever come to pass within him. Despite that, even as stubborn as he could be, he did not hate the light. It was the fanatics that wielded it that were in their own way just as dangerous as a Ren’dorei who hadn’t yet found peace with their own fight with the void in them that upset him. And yet all around them it seemed like more and more followers of the light were only -now- starting to see that even their precious light was just as volatile and dangerous as the void, the fel, the whatever magics people feared fits here. Noone was safe from the addiction that came with the powers that be. His time as a mercenary after the destruction of his home had taught him that magic was all the same. It was the wielder that made it evil or wielded it for good. No magic should go unchecked, but for years shadow priests were capable of wielding both sides of the same coin efficiently and no one seemed to question them. Not till they lost the fight to one side or the other and needed to be stopped. His time with Lukel had solidified what he’d been learning over time and now given the choices he’d made he too was living breathing proof of what he’d come to believe. But it still made him internally twitch everytime some light fanatic commented about the Ren’dorei or the void or any other magic they did not truly understand but merely had a reason to hate and fear. And as he stood there along the border of the Fairbreeze Village, there was proof all around them to hate even their precious light. To fear it, and to rethink how it was affecting not just them but everything around them. The animals, the plants, the fanatics that could trust nothing but their precious light just refused to see and acknowledge that maybe… they were wrong.   So what could he do about it? His family was never part of the farstriders, but they aided them and worked right alongside them for generations. The Dawnwhispers had served the forest and the animals and the people sometimes in that order. But Vaelsnipe had always chosen the animals first as that was his strongest bond even over the people or the flora. He rose from the body he knelt before, a hand brought to his arm and though armored it settled right over the top of the very first tattoo he’d ever gotten. The springpaw lynx had great meaning to him. The idea rolling around in his mind was a task that he couldn’t have pulled off efficiently in his former life. But as he turned to look to Lukel, to fill him in on what he planned to do about this, it was a plan that the two of them could achieve. A task that would save many of the hawkstriders, lynx, dragonhawks and any other beast he would encounter because together, they had the means to achieve it. And with a little help from one other… the sooner they started, the better. He appreciated that his husband didn’t find him silly or the task too far fetched for that matter, but this was what he could do about this situation. It’s what he would do, till the issue with the lightbloom was solved however long it took. He would protect the beasts that mattered to him.