Enter the ruins of Azeroth: The Ashlands.

In the years following the Legions defeat, the heroes of Azeroth had forgotten about the immortal demons that still clawed at the edge of reality. Too focused on a war being fought in the realms of death, no heroes remained to stop when the forces of Tormaaz the Gargantuan broke through the barrier between realms and washed across the continents. Just like hundreds of worlds before, Tormaaz had reduced Azeroth to a pit of salt and sand.

Many of the planets people were sacrificed and slaughtered to fuel his war machines. Those that weren’t were made into slaves. But one stood out from the crowd. One that Tormaaz could not ignore.

“You there! Elf!” his bellowing voice boomed out. His great sasumata pointing in her direction, “Come to me!”

The woman, a sin’dorei with snow white hair looked up at the great demon lord. But she did not cower. She wore the face of pride and confidence in the wake of his gruesome glory. Despite being left with nothing but scraps of linen to clothe the people, this elf had managed to create beauty out of poverty like no other. She was the queen of rags.

“What do you want, vile demon?” she spat, wholly argumentative until the very end.

“What do I want?! I, the great Tormaaz, demands you become my Empress!” he roared.

“Only a woman with such a defiant stare could ever be the wife of Tormaaz the Gargantuan!”

The woman was shocked. A demon? In love with an Elf? Could such romance be true?

“What is your name, woman?” Tormaaz asked as he lumbered forward, a great reptilian hand reaching down to scoop her up.

“The people call me Sana. You can call me that as well, Great Tormaaz,” she replied. Despite his disgusting image, she could sense the heart of a poet beating beneath his scaled breast.

Tormaaz pulled her up towards his face. The glow of orange hellfire reflecting off her pale skin as she was sat on his tusk. Crossing her legs at the knee, she looked down at the slaves of Azeroth. Her life would forever be changed.

The legions of Tormaaz mached forth. Fel flowers and bells chiming. Bilescourge chirping on the winds. Sayaad Torturers' forced slaves to scream in a cacophony that eerily sounded like the Bridal Chorus if one tried really hard to hear it.

Down an isle of lava and black stone, Sana walked with her chin held high in a dress of black and red. adorned with the skulls of the dead and glowing with the souls of the damned weaved into it’s very fabric. Sana herself had designed the dress, with the hands of a dozen shivarra to tailor it to perfection. Running behind her, the flower imp tossed felweed pedals in her wake.

Under a massive stone arch, Tormaaz watched her approach as a reverend Inquisitor demon waited. A single tear of lava rolled down the great Pitlords cheek. Sana looked up at him upon her arrival and smiled.

“Do you, Tormaaz the gargantuan, take Sana to be your unholy empress for all eternity?” asked the felfire priest.

“I do.” he answered.

“And do you, Sana, take Tormaaz the gargantuan to be your glorious emperor?”

“I do,” she answered.

“Then by the power vested in my by the dark titan himself. I now pronounce you Pitlord and Pitlady. You may kiss the bride.”

A great hulking hand reached down to pick up his new bride, pressing his sulfur stinking lips against her whole face.

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The who looked out over their demonic and slave attendants and smiled.

“HAIL EMPRESS SANA! SANA IS GOOD! SANA IS GREAT! ALL MOAN THE GREAT, GOOD, SANA!!” Tormaaz bellowed out.

The demons cheered, and the people lamented.

Thus the two returned to his throne room... to consummate the marriage properly.

Bastion. Lyn’s been looking for a reason to kill Odyn for years. He’s kind of a dick, and she’s heard the Skalds sing of what happened between him and Helya -- she’s got a lot of sympathy for the latter, and none for the former. 

“I think technically he would be stronger than a warlock. But again, we’re just having fun. We haven’t talked about it being official or anything yet.”

Oh, gods, don’t open that can of worms, I have so many!

The one that comes to mind right now that I don’t see discussed often is scale. It falls under the greater scope of realism that I really wish people cared about as much as I do. Anyway, the -World- of Warcraft is supposed to be just that, it’s a whole world. Sizes and distances are not represented accurately. I’m sorry, but you just cannot walk across the entirety of the Eastern Kingdoms in a few hours, that’s ridiculous! 

The game doesn’t help very much with this idea, either. I remember at the end of the scenario to get the legendary cloak in Blackrock whatever-it’s-called... Wrathion is like “Let’s go back to Silithus! Here get on this dragon and we’ll fly there in no time!” Like, no sir we will not!

It’s just something I wish people (and Blizzard writers >.<) would be more aware of.

Honestly, and I mean this in the kindest possible way -- she’d have to notice first. 

Fio grew up between King Anasterian’s court surrounded by angsty, egotistical, erratic high born noble Arcanists and Dalaran’s Kirin Tor; she knows people who have spent centuries honing that personality type to a particular brand of perfection, and some elven warlocks are just slightly edgier versions of that to her. Percival would have to be extremely blatant & directly in her face about it for it to even register, and even then she probably wouldn’t be too flustered. Humans are strange by nature.

So no, not really. It’s also hard to crash something that’s got a public invitation attached!  

I miss the “Shop” RP.  There used to be this thriving shop thing and I saw it everywhere. Now it seems less and less... could be not wanting to RP “work” when things are so chaotic in the RL, or its just I’m not seeing it as much since I kind of stopped paying attention for my own sanity and decided I was going on break from reblogging things on the courier, but even before that it had slowly died down.

Truthfully, “Seilune” was the name I planned to give a Night Elf druid I was planning to realm transfer from a server I no longer plan on. I wanted a name that sounded elven and pretty and, after probably an hour or two of brainstorming, I finally settled on the name though I had some major reservations about it. When Shal’dorei were announced as playable, I knew that I had to finally settle on a name for my Shal’dorei mage OC who was nameless before then but I was having difficulty coming up with something. That’s when I just settled on using “Seilune” and not wasting time transferring that druid afterall.