#maldreth

Full Name: Maldreth Michelle Matriad | Amos Michelle Merrit Gender and Sexuality: Male, Pansexual Pronouns: He/Him Ethnicity/Species: Moon Elf (Fanfare) | Avariel (Dungeons and Dragons) Birthplace and Birthdate: the west Sheni forests near the wetlands at the base of the Temman mountain range, a bit out of the bounds of the Babelle kingdom in Xiouf. 2/34/108091 Guilty Pleasures: animated movies, arts and crafts, glitter and sequins, drag Phobias: Water, Dragons What They Would Be Famous For: If not for the reason's he's already famous? Music What They Would Get Arrested For: Murder OC You Ship Them With: good: Phae, bad: Pareidolia OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Pareidolia Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Fantasy Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Love triangle Talents and/or Powers: Flight (planes), captaining, combat, magic, board games, chess, juggling, dancing Why Someone Might Love Them: Handsome, charming, tragic Why Someone Might Hate Them: Not the best person, a little bland sometimes, annoying How They Change: He goes from being starry eyed and driven, to terrified and combative, to decently happy and proud, to angry and vindicitive, to very understanding and fatherly, and then super self-concious and people-pleasing, and then worthless and pathetic and suicidal, and then all at once Why You Love Them: He has a lot of facets and is fun to be, draw, and think about.

Full Name: Pareidolia Di'or | Victory | Laureli Gender and Sexuality: Female, bisexual Pronouns: She/Her Ethnicity/Species: "Aasimar". Gold Dragon Birthplace and Birthdate: [Redacted] Guilty Pleasures: Writing, cosplay and dress-up, ice cream, Phobias: [Redacted] What They Would Be Famous For: Modeling What They Would Get Arrested For: Kidnapping, murder, inhumane everything OC You Ship Them With: good: Levone :(, bad: Maldreth OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Maldreth and/or Kian Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Romance Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: dog dies Talents and/or Powers: Flight, very strong enchantment powers, war, tapdance, drumming Why Someone Might Love Them: big titty evil lady, tragic, Why Someone Might Hate Them: really evil, has done some really really bad things, difficult to draw, "cool motive, still murder", pretending to be homophobic for clout How They Change: meek and spineless to TOO MUCH SPINE TOO MUCH CONFIDENCE OH GOD GO BACK GO BACK Why You Love Them: evil lady with a sadness and tragedy to her

((A nice shortie))

  Two Magisters each sat casually on separate branches at different heights upon a tree, both wielding apathetic expressions. The brown-haired Sin’dorei on the highest branch sat with legs crossed, moving a small stick about in his mouth. The other, his black hair touching his shoulder armor and slightly brushing back and forth with the warm breeze, stared down upon the Vale from their perch. Sha energies ate away at the foliage that had once sprouted from the pores of the land. It was a violent cleansing of life. Something oddly similar to what the two had seen in the past.

       The Arcanist with brown hair spoke, the stick hanging from the corner of his mouth.

     “No Sha were previously recorded near the shrines. Something must of brought it here. And my guess is that it was distributed there in the water”.

     Maldreth did not respond. He sat with one leg hanging over the branch and his back to the tree. His gaze swept the landscape, silently surveying. Thymnos, the one with hair the color of bark on Hillsbrad trees, moved the stick to the other corner of his mouth. The two sat in silence, deep within their own thoughts, before Thymnos spoke.

     “I have been going over possibilities. If such a thing were caused by the act of someone, there is only one who I am able to think of who would have the access, power, and foolishness to do such a thing”.

     Maldreth finally spoke.

     “You suspect Hellscream”?

     “Indeed”.

     Thymnos chuckled. “If so, things are becoming quite interesting”.

     Something caught Maldreth’s eyes It was three figures he was not able to make out due to the distance.

     “Thymnos. The Scryer”.

     Maldreth caught the telescope-like object without averting his eyes from the three. He extended the device fully and set one eye to the end.

     “Hostiles”?

     He scanned over the three Two Sin’dorei and one Pandaren. It was Tarenor, Veniti, and a a Pandaren who he could not make out. He could almost see their stunned expressions at this range. He wondered what they were doing out here. Maldreth threw the scrying device to his comrade.

     “No, friendly. They happen to be members of the Highguard. In fact, I missed the one with Sword’s birthday for our little excursion”, he answered seemingly without interest.

      Thymnos took a look for himself through the Scrying mechanism.

     “Birthdays? Little friends? Since when have you cared for such petty things? Do not tell me you have become soft during your time with the Highguard Firesworn”, Thymnos said through a smile.

     Maldreth did not answer. He continued to look towards the now undistinguishable figures amongst the rubble.

      Thymnos came at him again with remarks.

     “And now I hear you are prancing about with a Paladin aswell. Flamelasher was it? The one from the Isle? Of all people, you were the last I had expected to find interest in a woman of her sort. I hope she knows what she has gotten herself into”.

     Maldreth hid his smirk, knowing he had no ammunition to ridicule his choices, with him being wed to a Paladin himself. He threw his other leg over the branch and allowed himself to fall to his feet, sending a small cloud of dirt and dead leaves. His cape settled to its natural hang as he straightened himself.

     “Cut the chatter. We got what we came for. Let’s go”.

     Thymnos landed and spit the stick from his lips.