The arcane flares illuminated the sky just down the beach where they lived. Eliendre glanced up with some intrigue. Was it an emergency? Would the guards deal with it? Should they go?
It was one of the things she was never told about. Vellidan did not brief her either. He himself was as detached as she was from the rest of the estate, keeping mainly only to the borders of their own home. She knew her Shanādo saw them too, as she knew that Narindiel would immediately respond. Taryane, however, was away in the city.
Eliendre would have stayed away from the source of the alarm, as she imagined Vellidan would, if not for the sudden presence of multiple armed guardians, and powerful presences of the arcane and the fel. Spellcasting leaves certain traces, and each caster has their own specific pattern when they teleport. Powerful presences made themselves known all of a sudden, and then she heard the most agonising cries. Cries of not just pain. It was as if their very lives were ripped out of those who made them.Ā
Velldan was ahead of her before she could even spring forward. In no less than two blinks of an eye, they were both at the edge of scene, only Shanādo Sunstorm grabbed her arm, his grip tight as a vise as he spun her to face him.
āWhatever happens, do not let yourself be seen.ā
He dashed forward before Eliendre could react. To what he just said. To what her spectral sight saw. To what Vellidan did next. which was to land a flying kick at Lord Illethiann Firestar towards the large tree that sheltered the famous grave of the Lordās deceased second born daughter.Ā
Eliendre had seen carnage of every kind, from the mass slaughter of the Scourge in the Fall, to the hellhole that was the Antoran Wastes, and everything else in between. For her, each scene was always taken in all at once, without any detail missed. It was the same here: the battlemagi and spellbreakers encircling the little area by the grave; the pale, bleeding, very dead body of Nivendiāen Firestar, son of the Lord. Remnants of void encircled his form, particularly concentrated around his head and his neck, from where a severed artery bled as if it was impaled upon an invisible spike. Narindiel with her hand raised, surrounded by fel, at none other than Alaroth Voidstorm, twin brother to Vellidan who now stood in front of the renādorei in a protective stance.Ā
And Lord Firestar, angrily pushinig himself up from being kicked against the tree as his spellcasting was interrupted. While Lady Firestar cradled the body of her son, hysterically screaming at the healers, who were trying to remove the void taint in order to reverse the damage. To no avail.
Her heart turned cold. The horror of frontline battle was one thing, but the senseless murder of an innocent being in the very place where they were supposed to be the most safe, was a different kind of trauma.Ā
None of it made any sense.
She parsed as much as she could make out from the shouting, and from what was happening before her as she kept out of sight behind a copse of trees. Illthiann accusing the twins of being traitors. Reiāannās crying. Narindielās loud interrogations. Alarothās protests. A name. Priestess Starflare? Vellidan defending his brother. The ground was illuminated as fire was summoned, scorching the earth. Narindiel being stopped by Vellidan, and then going towards Illethiann only to disappear before she could touch the grieving Lord. To the naked eye, she would have stepped into thin air. For Eliendre, she saw the arcane spell matrix of a rapid teleport, casted by Illethiann Firestar himself towards Narindiel.
But his was not the only one. Where the body of Nivendiāen Firestar lay, a similar matrix, with a pattern completely different from any of the spellcasters present, surrounded him, as the healers that tended to him backed away from the immense heat surrounding the area now, and Reiāann suddenly rising to stalk towards Vellidan and Alaroth.Ā
She wanted to say something. Someone is teleporting the body away. But Nivendiāen disappeared in the second she deliberated.
The outcry was horrific.Ā
It all happened quickly afterward. Reiāann shouting for which of the mages around them was the one responsible for taking Nivenādien away, to which none of them owned up, because none of them did it. Reiāann raising her hand, as Illethiann did. Powerful spells of arcane and fel respectively, ready to launch towards her Shanādo and his brother. Vellidanās warglaive flying to his hand, the tip of which he then aimed towards Reiāannās throat, while Alaroth denied knowing where Nivendiāen was.Ā
Eliendre moved. She would not let anyone attack her mentor, her teacher. Her foster father.
But Vellidan, astute as ever, casted a sharp glance in her direction, the fel energies saturating his empty eye sockets burning in his eyeless glare.Ā
She was not to let herself be seen. No matter what happened.
And just as quickly, Eliendre witnessed, as if time now decided to slow down, the unstable fel portal that appeared behind Alaroth. Vellidan kicking his brother backwards into it before it closed.Ā āGet her here.ā He said to Alaroth before he disappeared, as Reiāann flicked her wrist, and a powerful lance of ice, launching as sudden and quickly as a bullet fired from a gun, flew towards the portal, striking the tree as it closed. Then, the warmage was pulled back by her husband, as the meteor of fel flew straight down upon Vellidan Sunstorm.
Her hands flew to her mouth to muffle her scream.
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She took Vellidanās glaive after the guards roughly handled his limp, broken body, intact only because of a last split-second metamorphosis, maybe, that probably saved him. She brought it, hands shaking, to their weapons rack, where their warglaives were always stored.
She kept to the shadows, not letting herself be seen as she stood by the pillars where they shackled and hung him, a warning to those who would dare to be traitors to the house of Firestar. Eliendre wanted to let him down and bear him away. But she did not know how to, without help, without causing more harm to him by moving him.
She did not know how long she stood there before Narindiel arrived, looking with despair at what they had done to Vellidan. But, unlike Eliendre, she managed to magic away the shackles and gently hover him down. Alaroth appeared afterwards, reporting that he did find the killer and brought her to the Firestars.
Later, at Whisperwind Grove, she waited outside the old tauren druidās cottage as Vellidan was brought inside by Narindiel and Alaroth. None of them could convince her to leave.
In silence, she kept her vigil, as her Shanādo - her father - was stabilised.Ā
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Rei'ann rested her hands against the banister of the balcony outside the Sunfury Spire. She stared at the Court, observing the passers-by dimly illuminated by the lamps around the buildings. A single cigarette - unlit - dangled between the index and middle fingers of her partially gloved right hand. Occasionally, the odd passing mage would greet her. She spared them a bare glance and a nod in return.
She remained that way for a long time - a living statue, regal and unmoving - as she usually was. Faint lines of fatigue rim the lower lids of her eyes, hooded slightly by long dark lashes. They detract not from the piercing glare, that was never meant to be deliberately penetrating most of the time, but became well utilized for most of her purposes regardless.
There was a certain peace to be found in doing absolutely nothing at times. But there was also a certain hollowness.
Rei'ann heard the sound of familiar footfalls approaching her. She nodded at Narindiel as the younger Magistrix appeared beside her, robes singed and slightly soiled from a very recent mission. Narindiel folded her arms and likewise rested them on the banister, her slightly greater height affording a more hunched posture than Rei'ann.
āI thought you were leaving on a campaign.ā Narindiel was the first to break the silence.
Rei'annās eyes moved towards Narindiel, impassive as ever. āIāve been busy.ā
Narindiel rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, apparently uncaring of who saw them at that time of night. She peered at the fresh cigarette in Rei'annās hand.
āYouāre not here to convince me to join your cause either, are you?ā Rei'ann dryly observed Narindielās frown in response to her sudden question.Ā
āIād only convince you to do something if I thought itād be wrong otherwise.ā Narindiel replied plainly. Thereās something off about her tonight, Rei'ann thought to herself. Narindielās usual formal stiffness was not present. She looked as if a certain weight had been lifted off her shoulders, even though a thousand burdens still appeared to occupy her mind, if the shadows around her eyes were anything to speak of.
āDo you think itās wrong of me not to, then?ā
Narindiel straightened herself. She puffed out a tired exhale and shrugged. āWhy wouldnāt it be what you wanted, because the reasons why it would be are obvious enough.ā
āIām currently committed to another order, one that I tried to commit to before I remarried."Ā
"And would they understand your difficulty in this commitment, knowing that you are juggling multiple responsibilities at once, including a child?āĀ
Rei'ann kept her eyes on Narindiel for a moment before she slowly looked away.Ā
āWhy them? We are your family. Who else would you prefer to fight alongside? Who else would you want to protect at your side? It isnāt as if we donāt share the same ideals. Furthermore weāre not under the same constant scrutiny that a number amongst them are, for valid reasons.ā
āWindblaze, I left them before, and I returned to them after some measure of convincing for them to allow me to trial once again. It would be more prudent for them to remove me for my inability to commit to their missions, than for me to walk away for a second time. It would reflect badly on me and therefore the name that I carry. At the least if they deemed me unsuitable, then it would be their decision, not mine.ā
Narindiel had nought to say against that, though she appeared reticent. After a while, she spoke again.
āIs that the sole reason?ā
Rei'annās stare hardened. Narindiel stared back, unrelenting in her question.
āYouāve been in the background for too long, and for justified reasons. I donāt dispute your longing to return to active duty, because I know youāre not a trophy wife. And I suspect I know your reasons why youāre reluctant-ā
āAre you once again presuming to know what Iām thinking, Windblaze?ā Rei'ann arched a brow, stare unchanged.
āYes.ā Narindiel refused to back down. āYou donāt want to be a trophy wife. You want your autonomy. You donāt want to be a crutch for your husband, whom you know loves you and your children more than his own life. And itās my duty to tell you that it is all right to be the lifeline for someone, that youāre not alone in being the pillar of support for him. You have the rest of us too. At the very least, we have never left your side, through everything that happened, and he has those who will never leave his either."Ā
Rei'annās demeanour, gaze as penetrating as ever, remained unflinching, even as Narindiel held her eye contact. Somewhere within the depths of the warmageās chest was a swell of pride, the very same pride she felt when she first saw Narindiel rise above her in strength, and in both political and magical power. It was the same pride she felt when she saw Sylvarys and Natsanna climb their way up their respective ladders in the Spire and the Sunreavers, becoming powerful magi in their own ways. It was the same pride she felt when she watched her own son step up to become Lord for a short while, demonstrating his own talents, without Illethiann or herself ever needing to resort to the harsh methods they themselves were subjected to when they were younger.
But Narindiel, though honorable in her intentions, though good was her heart, was wrong in her presumption.
Although there was a certain peace to be found in doing absolutely nothing at times, Ā there was also a certain hollow sensation. At times, doing absolutely nothing meant to save an explanation, and allow the other party their misguided train of thought. It made life easier for everyone. Rei'ann would not have to show her own vulnerability. She could not afford to.
Thus, she allowed her expression to soften - forced it to, as she easily could, when she wanted. "Iāll bear that in mind,ā was the succinct reply she gave Narindiel.
She felt the blood mageās eyes on her back as she left, knowing that Narindiel suspected the authenticity of her answer, but also knowing that she would not pursue it, at least not for now.
ā¦
Iridiel Sunglanceās coffin caught the starsā reflection, in addition to the single lamp that gently illuminated the surrounding patio. The peaceblooms bowed gently in the breeze coming from the sea. The body -preserved by enchantments - appeared to be sleeping.
It was a fitting place of rest for a selfless wife, mother and daughter.
āDonāt be like me.ā
Rei'ann could count the few times she said this to those whom she cared about, especially Taryane and Narindiel, when she saw them treading the same paths as herself, in becoming the people they were.Ā
Although there was a certain peace to be found in doing absolutely nothing at times, Ā there was also a certain hollow sensation.
And so she discouraged them from the same attitudes, the same trains of thought. She counseled where she could, where her counsel was wanted.Ā
Amidst her upbringing, Rei'ann was taught to be selfish in order to be selfless.
āYou cannot rule a House if you cannot look after those within it. You cannot look after those within it if you cannot protect it. You cannot protect if you are yourself vulnerable. Never be vulnerable. Never be weak. If you know you are weak, you will never show it."Ā
She could not remember the former Lady Silverfire, her grandmother. She never existed when she was born. Died, it was said, when she birthed her father - unusual for an elf to die from such a cause, but no one questioned it.
She remembered her mother, from her early childhood, who gradually became a non-entity as she grew older, kept away from her for fear of ruining the esteemed way a Silverfire was brought up.
Rei'annās greatest desire was to see her family thrive and live. It was her purpose to protect House and home, to protect their land. Even if she gave her life to do so, she would have fulfilled her purpose. Her grandfather, though he showed no affection, did not mean that he did not care about the same.
While Rei'ann knew both her father and grandfather loathed her mother, she Ā wondered for the first time, whether her grandfather ever loved her grandmother when she was alive.
She wondered for the first time, how her grandfather would have reacted if he had survived the Fall. He could not have protected his entire House and home against the Scourge, but he did protect part of it, by establishing a a part of his household elsewhere. It was because of him that Rei'ann and many others, including Narindiel, still lived today.
Narindiel was wrong in her presumption that Reiāann feared being a crutch for Illethiann.
It was Rei'ann herself who feared that Illethiann had become a crutch for herself, to the point that she could not imagine a life without him. To the point that when the time came, she would not be able to let go, that she could not fulfill her purpose because of her emotions.
Her emotions that made her try to find her ex-husband when he disappeared, bringing unwanted side effects to her son. Nivendiāenās condition was her fault.
Her emotions that saw her try to protect Narindiel when the latter lost her temper and nearly killed them both.
Her emotions that prompted her to find Vellidan to track down a demon in order to save Illethiann's life, at any cost, completely disregarding her own safety at that time.
āDonāt be like me.ā
Reiāann brought the unlit cigarette to her lips. It ignited at the end and smouldered.
Donāt be a coward like me, too proud, too broken, too full of regrets, too torn between tradition and reality. Too undeserving of a husband who does not fear like I do.
She took a deep drag.
Be like Iridiel.
She held her breath, letting the familiar burning sensation penetrate her airways, before exhaling a stream of smoke. She eyed the cigarette.
And the shouting of Taryane and Vellidan in the background, echoing, like the voices of ghosts. As if they came from her head. As if they were not real.
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Eliendre had not meant to find what she found. She was alone at home, as usual, and wanted to give herself a chance to wander. It was when she was alone that she could roam, without getting in anyoneās way. While she never stepped into any of the occupied bedrooms without their ownersā express permission, no-one had said that she was not allowed into the study.
Narindiel shared her space of work with nobody. Taryane preferred to keep to the security of her own messy room, with her own shelves stacked with tomes of her choosing, her table on which she could read, write, plan, tinker, and the numerous messy supplies and objects she had laying around. The study of their home was a place where Narindiel mainly worked on House-related matters, as far as Eliendre was told.Ā
She had not intended to pry. She merely saw the scrap of parchment laying intact in the unlit brazier, spared from the flames that were meant to destroy its entirety. The scant words on it were enough for her to take pause.
For the first time in many weeks, Eliendreās interest was keenly roused.
She told no-one about it. After all, it was not her business. She was never meant to have seen that little bit of information that was not privy to anyone. But it was too much even for her to resist, when Vellidan announced - out of the blue - that they were to go on a Hunt.
Eliendre raised the suggestion of the target herself. It was no lie that on her way to find Vellidan, after she left the Fel Hammer, she heard rumours of scattered agents of the Legion still in hiding in various parts of the world. They only needed to be sought out, tracked, and dealt with, permanently. It was a rumour, she had told Vellidan, that this particular demon was last seen in the south of Silithus. It was a good a place to start as any.
While she responded - too quickly, perhaps - that she was ready to head off, she noticed that Taryane was less than eager to embark on the excursion. She also noticed that Taryane, despite her reluctance, was keen to spend time with her own father, and so came anyway.
Eliendre tried hard not to be reminded of her own late father, and how similar a dynamic she once had with Annāda.
They departed without Narindiel, who had other responsibilities to attend to. One of the estateās magesĀ opened a portal for them to an old Horde base in the bleak land where the wars of the Shifting Sands took place not once, but twice. It was not Eliendreās first time seeing the horror of the Blade of Sargeras impaled into the land, but Taryane, she noted, stared, expression stony, at the disturbing sight.Ā
After questioning the few still-stationed Horde troops of any unusual sightings in the area, Eliendre forged ahead, leading the hunt. It was a familiar mindset to slide into. She lived and breathed nothing but the Path since she made up her mind and was initiated into the Illidari. It had become her identity. She made it who and what she was. It was easy to turn into a single-minded tracker, hunter, killer. It was easy to turn into a machine, bred and forged for a single purpose.
It was harder to remember how to live again, outside of the brethren of those similar to herself, who were willing to die for their purpose. It was harder to remember what it felt like to be happy, only for any semblance of happiness to turn into grief.
From the ruins by the old Scarab Wall, to the merciless burrows of the silithid, to the dunes and the rocky caves leading easward, Eliendre was relentless. They found remains of rotten corpses - or at least they looked like corpses. Of any and all races, remnants of not only Alliance and Horde forces, but also shamans of the Earthen Ring, and Cenarion druids. They were not normal corpses. Not with the rancid decomposition, akin to the corrupted rot if an undead and a demon had an offspring. They were scattered amongst the remains of actual corpses in a subtle yet bloody trail, hopefully leading to where their quarry was.
Taryane struggled to keep up. Several times, Eliendre paused, hearing the merciless taunting that Vellidan made towards the blood knight to spur her on. She felt a stab of guilt.Ā
It was not Taryaneās fault that Eliendre did not stop and wait. After all,Ā it was harder to remember that there were other people than oneself and the foulness of the creature that shared your soul. It was harder to remember that there were those who still mattered. Who still cared.
Internally chiding herself, she slowed her pace, letting Taryane move beside her, than behind her.Ā
Eventually, they reached the mountainous range that bordered the cruel sands and the primieval jungle of the Unāgoro Crater.
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If there was a single demon that was, in Eliendreās opinion, the most difficult to hunt down, it was a Nathrezim. Elusive, cunning, a master of stealth and of disguise, wielder of shadowy powers that could deceive minds, the worst dreadlords over the course of the Legionās history, especially on Azeroth, were those who wrought ruin from within their enemies.Ā
And if what Eliendre surmised was true, then this particular dreadlord - that, going by the scrap of paper she found, Narindiel had failed to destroy - was not going to be easy to deal with. Vellidan likely expected that, given that he remained at the back of them both, like a watcher, supervising them, only aiding if he needed to.Ā
They came upon an unlikely group at a campsite, near the northeastern border. A rag-tag mix of hunters with no regard for the faction divide, eager to capture trophies of the beasts of the land. They were welcoming - overly welcoming, and extremely friendly. Too friendly.Ā
Eliendre could not see anything wrong, but she would not expect to have seen nor detected anything wrong. It was Taryane who felt the most disturbed of them three. What could a Light-wielder sense that a demon hunter could not?
The roar and attack of the hulking dwarf after the blood knightās unannounced blessing with the Sunwellās Light was enough for them to act. More of them swarmed out from various hiding places: caves, tents hidden amongst the thick under growth, remnants of silithid burrows... Those that emerged were the ones who looked the least intact, as if discarded from failed experimentation. From them, every single open wound poured foul green blood. Neither undead, nor demon. Both undead yet demonic. Created by the very demons as the counter to the senses of a demon hunter.
Vellidan leapt into the fray as a literal army of homunculi erupted around herself and Taryane. Not only humanoids, but amongst them, remains of silithids. Remains even of some of the dino-beasts. Eliendre would not have minded if her Shanādo did not join in: the potential threat to her person thrilled her. For the first time in weeks - no, months - she felt as if she was alive again. This was her purpose. She was supposed to have perished on Argus. She was not meant to have returned home, to pretend to know how to live again.
āEliendre!ā
She saw the eruption of Light from the earth around Taryane, burning the homunculi in holy flames. Velllidan had shouted her name, and just in time. Before the rusty axe swung upon the back of the blood knightās neck. Eliendre leapt across to her adopted sisterās side, snarling as the consecrated ground seared the soles of her feet, and blocked the would-have-been killing blow, before in turn decapitating the offending copy of an orc berserker that wielded the weapon.
She did not see nor hear Taryaneās reaction. She did not care to. Eliendreās sight fell upon a single lookalike of a Forsaken body, crawling up the sides of the ragged cliff and upwards to what looked like a cave in the wall of rock.
She cut down the rest of the abominations that threw themselves in her way as she beelined to the escaping individual. Vellidan and Taryane were making good work of the swarm behind, giving her the opportunity of pursuit.
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Somewhere in the depths of her memory, Eliendre recalled the Unāgoro Crater as an ancient land once used by the Titans in the shaping of the world. Her mother was the one who made her read the history books, and then told her afterwards of the experiments made there, of the constructs where the first watchers inhabited.
She sliced the Forsaken homunculus in half as she stood in the pitch blackness of the cave. Her spectral vision allowed her to see what normal eyes could not, and even then, it was dark. Metallic pillars of titanic design lined the walls, decorated with runes that looked inert. It lined a tunnel further inwards. There was no one else in the immediate vicinity. Not that she could see.
āWhy did you snoop in my office? Why are you here?ā
Eliendre whirled around, brandished warglaives still covered in the foul green blood of the copies. In person, Narindiel had suddenly appeared. The blood mageās lips were in a thin, angry line. Fel fire surrounded her hands as she glared at Eliendre.Ā
āWho gave you permission to look for the demon? Why didnāt you go elsewhere? Where is Vellidan? Where is my daughter?ā
There was the sound of scrambling, and Taryane pulled herself onto the smooth stone floor of the caveās entrance.Ā āMinnāda?ā She blinked owlishedly at Narindiel.
Eliendre bared her teeth and snarled.
The head of Narindiel flew off her neck just as Vellidan himself appeared behind Taryane. Blood was everywhere. On her glaives. On her gloves. The walls of the cave. The floor.Ā
Disgusting green blood.
Taryane, the colour drained from her face in shock, was the first to say anything after hers and Vellidanās initial reactions of horror at what Eliendre did. Eliendre heard her say what must have been the first thing that came to her mind.Ā āHow did you know she was not real?ā
She froze in response, a sudden coldness plunged into her chest akin to a blade, as if the blood knightās words were the literal water that doused her focused rage.
āEnough. We move onward.ā Shanādo Sunstormās commanding voice interjected, breaking the tense silence.Ā āI can smell him.ā
She could feel Taryaneās stare lingering on her, aghast and suspicious, even as she moved ahead with her father, leaving Eliendre trailing behind.Ā
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They arrived later at the doorstep of their house, via the teleportation stone held by Vellidan. All of them, especially Taryane and herself, were bloodied, wounded, and exhausted. It had been a difficult task taking on the Nathrezim, even with the three of them. Eliendre had forced aside the horror of her own action beforehand, prior to once again becoming the honed demon-killing-machine that she was forged into, only now instead of another Illidari, she fought alongside a blood knight.Ā
Vellidan helped too, but Eliendre knew him well enough in battle to have seen that on this occasion, he only aided when he had to: when either of them, in their difficult co-ordination, posed any risk in the face of the dreadlord.Ā
In the end, it was Taryane who tore off the Nathrezimās wings, her twin-blade radiant with holy flames cutting into the demonās back and sides, while Eliendre sliced into his chest and ripped out his heart. In respect and in tribute, she offered it to her Shanādo, for the months that she was separated from him in the aftermath of Argus.Ā
āGo get seen to, Eli.ā Taryaneās voice was hoarse, parched from thirst and from too much shouting. She managed to heal herself as best as she could, of course, but with the likes of Eliendre and Vellidan, there was little she could do except reach for the healing salves, imbued bandages and potions, and offer them to both demon hunters.
Eliendre slowly shook her head, declining. She was wounded, but she was alive. The pain reminded her of it. She would recover, as she had many times in the past.
āCome and wash then. Annāda would be using the other bathroom.ā
Again, she wordlessly declined. She turned a deaf ear to anything else Taryane or Vellidan might have said. Opening the doors to the back porch and the sea, she tread towards the beach instead.
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She left her rinsed armour on the rocky sand. Her warglaives too, were wiped clean and stabbed in the ground in the shape of a cross behind her. Immersed in the water up to her neck, Eliendre brought her knees to her chest, and let the rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves gently sway her posture as she hugged her legs.
How did you know she was not real?
She did not know how she knew. It was instinct. Cold blooded and cruel instinct. A gamble? A calculated risk? Though she was correct in her decision making, what must have unsettled - must have frightenedĀ Taryane, was how decisive her action was. How she had absolutely no hesitation nor remorse in culling a figure of kindness, of maternal love, of charity. An individual who meant the world to her two companions. Her new family. Anyone else who was in her place would have taken pause and be conflicted, but she did not.
How hard was it to remember how to live again?Ā
What would her Annāda and Minnāda say if they knew what she had turned into?
Eliendre sat in the water, unwilling to move, unwilling to think. She let the ebb and flow of the waves rock her. It was the closest to a comforting embrace that she had. That she would allow.
Many months ago, this thing called the Thoriābelore started. It was a collection of three idiots going to make a name in the RP community as a serious guild true to their principles.Ā
So we did... and naturally, this was born:Ā
We sucked at making logos. So we never had one outside of the guild in game icon.Ā
Anyway to cut a long story short, after a few months cool art of us all had surfaced. So I slapped it all together and made a new poster for the three founding characters of the Thoriābelore. I donāt think it came out to bad.
Iām going to regret writing this one so late. I get dramatic when sleep deprived.Ā
Oh well... *Shrug*
Enjoy.
The view onto the vibrant woods of Eversong or the distant sea has never quite been the same with the imposing presence of Argus in the sky. The green glow from the radiated world beaming down onto their lands from above, giving anything that catches its rays a bleak and corrupted look. The soft breeze from the sea that normally calms feels different. Irelia sighs before walking back inside, still thinking on what is to come from events thus far.
House Firestar continues on in its heightened state. With the recent loss of their Lord and Lady, few to none were prepared to rest easy with their new Lord of the house missing and presumably being set up and being used as a tool in the hands of a human Shadowmancer. Their house functions off the highest ideas for how people should act. People will ambitions to train do so with the highest standards of skill and practice. Those of the house who walk the kingdom do so with pride of the name they represent. Nobody wanted to see that name, that image tarnished by the actions of a human.
Irelia roames her home slowly, watching around for something before arriving to where she intended to go. What she was watching and searching for being exactly where she wanted to find them. Her son smiles up at her with a babyish toothy smile. He walks around semi-awkwardly fighting against gravity to not stumble over. She smiles back, recently having the pleasure of returning home one day to discover her husband with her son walking their first steps. Though, to her dismay, her son then quickly then inherited another trait from his father on learning to walk.
Going missing for her to then have to find them in the most ridiculous of places.
There is also the habit of grabbing on to the nearest hanging object and yanking it off. Irelia wishes for the days where her son would appreciate fine necklaces instead of looking at it and grabbing the shiny thing. She picks them up slowly and holds them, sitting down with them until they drift off to sleep. She slowly places them down once more into their new crib, one they canāt walk out off and go missing again, before smiling and walking to her own room. She joins her husband, sharing the events of the day and enjoying listening to the tales of his more domesticated life with their son as they get ready to go to bed.
The morning consists of her dressing into some more casual attire suited for her to roam the house and eat something. Before doing that she checks in on Kaelārys. Still sleeping. Irelia, every morning before leaving has to fight off the urge to wake the sleeping child and spend some time with them and feed them in the morning. She leaves it however knowing her husband has such in hand. She can always fuss her son when she gets home. With their search for their Lord coming to an end, she smiles at her plan to enjoy a calm walk around the scenic locations of the estate with her son and husband.
Such canāt be done with her still here. She prepares herself before changing into her robed battle armour and setting off to Sunstrider Isle. Their current base was deemed unsafe for a reason she still has to seek out. She walks into the familiar location giving a sharp salute to those gathered around her. Those gathered being the elite of their kingdom, the Thoriābelore. They all slowly start to be illusioned into different sets of equipment. The illusionist must not have liked the way she looked at them or something because the result of her illusion was less than satisfactory, complete with a helmet to hide her face. She hoped her husband couldnāt see her due to the fact she would never hear the end of him talking of her old helmets and how he disapproved of her wearing them.
She also receives a stone to which she uses before they depart. Once scrubbing herself of identifying items she uses the stone changing her eyes blue in another form of illusion concealment. She catches her reflection, finding her appearance as a Quelādorei to be unsettling after all these years. Once everyone has prepared, the portal was open and the mission began.
She arrives through into a dry and crisp environment. Once through, their presence was quickly noted by the humans they were seeking to capture or destroy. Among them was Lord Firestar. Irelia, followed by the others of the Sunās Fury moved in to take them down. The wind rushed through her armour differently to how it appeared on her, but such was a minor distraction. Her main focus was currently on the Lord to observe where his attention lay. With him being busy, she slammed into one of the first humans who all appeared as different members of the order. The fight did not last long. Some scrapes and bumps to herself which would show once the illusion was down. However, some including Nivendiāen had escaped through the portal he was creating at the time. Magistrix Narindiel Windblaze set to work tracing the portal whilst the captured humans were sent to the spire and the rest of the collected was checked for wounds.
The portal was soon re-established. A small dialog between the Magistrix and Agent Diamexia over the comms devices happened to gather more information. Such devices were out of use to allow for such to happen. They make their way through the portal.
Irelia walked into the yellow open lands of Westfall. It seemed to be a windy day, such blowing through her as she glanced around. The sun shone through clear skies as it started to settle into night and the chill from the sea slowly starts to climb inland. Her observations were soon disrupted by the sounds of chaos and panic. Nivendiāen and the humans had started their dark plot against the human village. Panicked humans fled from its direction, setting the Thoriābelore off on their mission once more.
They reach their target to an unwelcoming sight. A small little barn sits damaged and surrounded by the Thoriābelore. At least it appears that way with the humans made to look like them. In front of the barn is an unfortunate human mother and their child meeting their end. The controlled Lord of their house ending their existence effortlessly by imploding their heads. Irelia had spared and viewed spars with her husband in the past. She has viewed magics destructive nature when in the hands of the mages of her house. She knew that if left unchallenged, Lord Firestar would reek destruction quickly on their numbers. They attack quick enough to have the drop on them, so she dashes forward, slashing and slamming through the human lines to confront the Lord and hold him off long enough for the others to remove the residual threat of the humans so they can all capture him in unison.
Irelia knew the risk she was taking to hold the Magister up to prevent him using his destructive magic on their gathered forces. She was confident that with her current skill she would at least succeed in slowing him down. Time never even slowed as she neared the danger. The first blow struck from behind her. It all happened so fast. First a large impact of shadow struck her from behind, its effects almost staggering her but also annihilating her barrier protecting her. All her senses flared, even the rune on the side of her neck as Lord Firestar saw her attack and called the arcane to him. She was so close to being able to disrupt him at close range. But all she heard was a quick sound of bending metal followed by an intense pain and blurred vision. She feels the air rush through her armour and over what little exposed skin she has. She almost passes out from hitting the ground, feeling a sharp pain elsewhere in her body, unable to identify it as her senses are washed over with head pain as the useless helmet on her head sits crushed inwards onto her.
She lies there, feeling like a fool for taking her risky plan and being brushed aside like nothing. Being caught off guard and losing her defense against the mage and being incapacitated. She never intended in winning against such odds, but to at least be able to land a single blow. The thoughts of humiliation were pushed aside as she felt a new presence near her. She managed to make out the face of Lord Starshield trying to move her. She is forced to do nothing as she can do only that. But this becomes an issue at the large building fel presence in the sky above the priest. She was all too familiar with what causes such an effect as was helpless to warn her aid. She sees through blurred vision the ball of fel as it flies down to them both at high speed. In her last moments all she could think of was how that walk would have been like when she returned home. Her vision fills with green, and then nothing.
The chaos of the battlefield elevates as a loud explosion of fel shakes the ground in the back ranks of fight. Those who could see the result would see councillor Starshield and Sunglance grounded and unmoving. Sunglance with her armour completely ripped apart and ruined and Starshield in a similar state. They are all forced to continue their fight, Narindiel only just managing to send the two injured away. Lord Firestar now turning his wrath on the rest of the Sunās Fury.
The chaos followed the two on their arrival to the spire. Both quickly taken away into medical care by the priests. Both taken to separate areas, Irelia is soon in the care of very concerned priests who all look at her with doubt. She lives, but they wonder for how long. Hours are spent as the fel taint covering her stopping her healing needs to be cleansed, the helmet removed and her broken form repared. All of these issues needing to be done fast. More hours pass once the critical issues are resolved. But her state remains just as dire. She lies, unmoving as progress keeps on being made. Sometimes some would enter the room to see her and leave. Time and time again such, would happen. Irelia, still unaware to what has happened.
Once more stable she is taken home. Not how she wished to return. The house taking up a different atmosphere as she is laid down to continue her rest and healing.
As a week passes, she remains asleep. Spire priests officially declaring it as a comatose state. Her son wonders why the evening visits have stopped, and why mother has been so inactive. By now official word would have been sent out to the organisations she serves such as the Thoriābelore and the Halls of Blood. Sinādorei know loss. They will move on without her as her place is filled and her roles reassigned. But for now, at home she lies with her life in question as she sleeps with those close to her waiting for her to awaken. But for how long? If Ever?
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