the Quel'danas Wine Index is the informal observation that wine shipments to Magister's Terrace tend to spike just before another world ending catastrophe befalls Azeroth
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the Quel'danas Wine Index is the informal observation that wine shipments to Magister's Terrace tend to spike just before another world ending catastrophe befalls Azeroth

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“I am Forsaken…”
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grimacing. kicking and screaming. we are so back.

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can i get everyone to get into wow if i say that housing decor is measured in bananas
i am working on the nazjatar meta and my void elf is experiencing the horrors (again)
I know almost none of my mutuals give a shit about WoW, but I'm going to share this here anyway 🙂↕️
I’m writing an angsty story between star crossed deathknight’s Thassarian of the Alliance and Koltira of the Horde. Pls enjoy the snippet 💕
[…] Thassarian couldn’t shake the thought that he was the one Koltira had been retreating from.
There was guilt there. Stale, settled guilt. Not just for being too late—but for everything that came before.
He had taken so much from Koltira.
He’d razed his home under the Lich King’s banner. Killed him even when he begged him to get a hold of himself. He helped curse him to a life of undeath. And when they’d parted at Light’s Hope Chapel—each trying to claw toward something like redemption—Thassarian had held hope that Koltira would find his own path. He needs space, he had told himself at the time. He needs to be with his people. Time is the only thing that can heal him.
But Koltira hadn't found his place amongst his people. His loyalty was insufficient in the eyes of the Horde. He found only judgement. Only chains.
If Thassarian had known then—if he’d thought Koltira would struggle—he wouldn't have told him to return to his people. He would have said stay, don't go, even if it meant dragging him bodily in the opposite direction. He was supposed to have been the one watching his back, he should have been careful. Instead, he endangered and compromised him.
Maybe those years we spent as the Lich King’s champions were torture, Thassarian thought bitterly. But it may pale against what Koltira endured at the hands of the Banshee Queen.
If you're interested, the first chapter is on AO3!
It's Your Decision (But Still You Make It Mine)