#sylrissa

Fingertip ran along the lining of her corset.  The battle dress hung up for display in her laboratory.  A life she once lived, throwing herself into the darkness to fight horrors.  Horrors she would dominate and make them her own or destroy if they did cave to her.

“I was once full of rage, anger, and cold to the world.”  She had recently told a new friend.  “I powerful and people did fear me.  I made sure of it.  Yet I was lonely.  So many people shoved away.  Hurt by words and actions.”

A child born two months ago; one she could not keep had changed her.  She had created a world that would not be safe for the babe.    Her body so weaken from the magic she used, her own life and his almost lost had it not been for her sister. 

As Maeskia looked at her old battle attire, she felt the darkness of her past dance around her frame.  Sylrissa would keep the child in the light.  Guide it the way Ravenmourn girls should have been.   As much as Maeskia wanted to blame her childhood for her actions, they had shared the same one.  Sylrissa learned compassion, Mae had learned hate.

There was hope in her now that she never had felt before.  A silver lining of the mess that coming back to Stormwind had brought.  A wondrous name the city called Doctor Goldthorn.  He encouraged her skillset but in a different light.  To use it to add people now.    When a world of men had often pinned her down and wished “Mine” In her ear trying to claim her.  He taught her how to walk side by side. 

She was the change she wished to be, he just held her hand across the bridge.  Friends, something she had never had before waited on the other side.    

Maeskia fingertips on the corset pulled away from the elegant dress.  It would stay here in the laboratory as a reminder of all that she lost and all the pain she had suffered.     She had a new life to build. Without the armor of her past.

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Leaving Icecrown was the hardest thing Jackary had to do - to not continue his search as Novarin and Sin both showed up to relieve the dragon of his post. They were there to remind Jackary that he still had a family he had to go home to and that his skills were desperately needed back in Orgrimmar.

Jack had shoved a picture of Darnath firmly against Novarin’s chest, glaring down at the snow in frustration. “If you see this man, you tell me instantly.” A command but with one arm in a sling and his ribs aching, Jack was in no mood to take ‘no’ for an answer.

Novarin took the picture carefully to look at it, the aged photograph of a selfie with Jack and Darnath that appeared to be at the cliffs in Booty Bay. “He’s cute,” Nova muttered, carefully pocketing the picture that seemed to have been with the Mage for far longer than one would admit to. “We’ll keep our eyes ou’ f’er ‘im, chief.”

Wings flared out, launching the dragon upwards into the sky after the confirmation. He would take one last look around but Jack was met with no such luck and thus the beast returned to Orgrimmar.

The night was spent in good company, Valarin and Sylrissa addressed the weak arm and not only cleaned it up but fixed the poor stitch job he had received the night before. He had stayed close to Dicenne, the comfort of being against the Bulwark eased the dull ache and the attachment the dragon had been that of a beast to their mortal. There was a calming feeling to be had sitting between Dice and Val.

Safety.

That was, until there was a notion that the Maw above Icecrown was actually sucking up souls and even killing them.The map Iratak had given Jackary stated very clearly that Darnath was in Icecrown, but when he scoured the entire snowy hellhole, not a single fraction of his Dragonsworn’s scent was to be found. If Lyn and Nara’s casual assumptions were right, then it was quite possible that Darnath may have fell victim to this.

The more Jackary thought it over, the more upset he felt himself becoming. No one here needed to see that side of him, he wasn’t comfortable enough for any of them, save one, to see the anxiety slowly building in his chest. But that brought another thought to his mind that was all the scarier.

“Hey, do you know how Frostwyrms are created?” It had been whispered in Dicenne’s ear, the uncertainty of Jack’s voice near failed him but he was answered with a small nod and a gaze that spoke louder than Dice’s voice could ever raise.

“If I... am in a situation where I will turn into one of those things, I want you to kill me... I don’t want to fight you.” He didn’t want to fight anyone, he didn’t want to be turned and controlled. There was a stunning realization that the idea of raising his claws towards Dicenne turned his stomach and made him sick.

Dicenne paused briefly but instead of giving verbal confirmation to give away their conversation and respecting that Jack seemed nervous to speak of it, he gave another small nod in understanding.

The elf received a murmured ‘thank you’ and a briefly lingering kiss to his cheek which brought a smile to the man’s face. Jack eased back after, opting to distance himself for a moment and go offer some help at the Forge as extra help to guard the workers trying their hardest to assist the group defending the gates.

Even taking into consideration his stitches were still fresh, Jackary settled on guard duty, keeping distance from the scourge that would get remotely close. He wasn’t being as careless as he used to be; he only needed one hand to cast a spell, after all. Yet no matter how many ice shards he flung, it didn’t drive away the slowly building realization in the endless waves of Scourge...

He was going to possibly have to enter the Maw to bring his Dragonsworn home.

Or so he thought.

Ryssa tilted her head to the side for a moment, watching the elegant Ravenmourn move to retrieve the bottle of whiskey.  Nothing was lost on the redhead.  A small smile quirked the edges of her lips as she realized just how well Sylrissa made sure that her back was not to her.  While the Captain meant no harm to Sylrissa, it was interesting to see how guarded the golden woman of the Ravenmourns was around a stranger.

Taking the drink from Sylrissa, the redhead inclined her head and raised the glass ever so slightly. “The harm was done and has passed. We are products of it.  I, of my father, the Lord-Admiral, you of…”  One of the Captain’s eyebrows raised in question, looking the blond over before taking a drink.  “You of the Ravenmourns and their particular heritage.  Curious as it may be.” The sting of the amber liquid was delightful and she was pleasantly surprised by the quality. Perhaps she was being too harsh on the Ravenmourns…

“My fleet has established trade and shipping routes all over Azeroth.  With the inclusion of Kul’tiras and Zandalar, it has become even more important to move products across the continents.  As always, the Umbra Fleet is under my command and given that you seem to be rather close to my brother, it would only add to that relationship. You are into the precious metals and gems business. Unless of course, you already have a distributor to your customers…”  She pursed her lips for a moment, trying to hide a smile.  There was a small arch of her eyebrow as well, the emphasis remained. “I would not say I always get what I want ... it makes it far more exciting when I have to fight for it.”

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“I sought to pull the shadows from you once, to tear you apart and use you for my own machinations.  Now, I cannot fathom you being tainted by the darkness.  I cannot stay ... I should not stay.  Yet here I am.”

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So many trapped souls. In the Maw, in soulstones, in bodies that were not their own. An experience the lady knew all too well. Her death was ordered by the youngest sibling, her life renewed by their mother. At least she didn’t end up like the two middle children. Ghouls were unable to talk, feel, or indulge in the emotions only the living were cursed with.

Toes wiggled into the stockings chosen for the day as she pulled them over her slender legs. Her ruby ring soulstone threatened to snag a tear in this pair, which gave her pause. Perhaps it was time to let the soul inside choose to rejoin those on the living side or fall into her afterlife.

Her ring was pulled off and set aside until Maeskia finished dressing for the day. Her mother, Irali Ravenmourn, had raised her to plot each movement like a chess piece. Maeskia was her mother’s pawn after all but she was in the process of being her own damn Queen.

Maybe not as wicked as she once saw herself. Friends did seem like a nice word, in previous life no one was ever given that grace. Before the mirror, she stood finished dressing herself in elegance of Sin’dorei silk dyed to match her new pale skin of the Ren’dorei. The split dress clung to her full curves, split at the hip so her sheer stockings could peek out. At least she could look striking in her continued build to power of her own.

“Come, my dear, it is time for our reunion.” Painted nails pinched the soul ring between them. A whip of her hand and the portal to Eversong Woods stood on the other side. From the enchanted apartment to the whispering woods, Maeskia stepped. Heels clicked on the path up toward the Ravenmourn manor.

The young woman with bleach-white hair and pink highlights sat before her.  Sylrissa had picked up an evening shift needing a bit of time out of the house away from her two chaotic kiddos.  Her nanny could get them ready for bed and settle down for the night.  

Lady Ravenmourn could tell the elf before that she was not Sin’dorei.  It was a risk Ziorea took coming to Silvermoon. Yet the city had an influx of Ren’dorie, Quel’dorie, and half-elves coming in lately pretending to be Sin’dorei. 

It was not questioned as light woven through the elf before her,  healing up bruises and the horrible scar on Ziorea’s forehead.  For it was not her business.  The only that mattered was making sure her patient was healthy.  

“So you don’t know the name Nightfall?” Ziorea asked as magic broke through her natural barriers and healed her up.  No scars, please!  

“No, I used to be up on all the noble houses but over time they fall or vanish.  Then they come around again just like the rising sun. “  Sylrissa smiled at the other, her aura full of warmth.   “That is okay,  it is better they are not peeking around here.  Keeping to themselves in the Eastern Kingdom.”  The younger elf nodded.

Sylrissa nodded and sat back to write another prescription requested by the patient before her.  “If you need anything else, anytime.  Please just message me and I will do my best to help.  I don’t travel like I used to but magic has a way of finding those in need.” 

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It was never meant to be. It should not have been ... I have damned you to a barren home and I cannot forgive myself for taking that choice from you.  

Have you even noticed that the ravenwatch no longer watches you? My protection over you has ceased and I hope no one has taken notice.