The ex-paladin and former Scarlet glanced up at his niece from where he sat on the steps of some building in the middle of Boralus seedier part of town. He had been run out of his farm by the Forsaken sometime after the fall of Teldrassil but before the Siege of Lordaeron, and has been essentially wandering from city to city, town to town ever since.

“Sure, what’s the matter?” he inquired of the only family he’s known since the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron. He’s met Leon and reconnected with Davan since then, but Brie he had helped raise and train until Ettore had managed to exile him.

Francis furrowed his brow in concern. He knew his niece well enough to know that she normally did not address her father with such familiarity and although he was sure her relationship with his brother probably improved since he had last seen her, it was still concerning.

“What is wrong, Brie?”

The ex-paladin and former Scarlet glanced up at his niece from where he sat on the steps of some building in the middle of Boralus seedier part of town. He had been run out of his farm by the Forsaken sometime after the fall of Teldrassil but before the Siege of Lordaeron, and has been essentially wandering from city to city, town to town ever since.

“Sure, what’s the matter?” he inquired of the only family he’s known since the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron. He’s met Leon and reconnected with Davan since then, but Brie he had helped raise and train until Ettore had managed to exile him.

Francis furrowed his brow in concern. He knew his niece well enough to know that she normally did not address her father with such familiarity and although he was sure her relationship with his brother probably improved since he had last seen her, it was still concerning.

“What is wrong, Brie?”

The ex-paladin and former Scarlet glanced up at his niece from where he sat on the steps of some building in the middle of Boralus seedier part of town. He had been run out of his farm by the Forsaken sometime after the fall of Teldrassil but before the Siege of Lordaeron, and has been essentially wandering from city to city, town to town ever since.

“Sure, what’s the matter?” he inquired of the only family he’s known since the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron. He’s met Leon and reconnected with Davan since then, but Brie he had helped raise and train until Ettore had managed to exile him.

Send a mythical creatures & I will respond to the corresponding question!

Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life?

Banshee: Has your muse had a close call with death?

Basilisk: Has your muse been responsible for the death of another?

Centaur: Has your muse experienced a physical altercations?

Chimera: Does your muse tend to be aggressive?

Cyclops: Does your muse immerse them self in a single task?

Dragon: How does your muse connect to fire?

Elf: Does your muse value appearance?

Griffin: Does your muse have any priceless possessions?

Hippogriff: Does your muse have a high level of self worth?

Hydra: Does your muse have a reoccurring problem?

Kraken: What haunts your muse?

Manticorn: What does your muse fear?

Mermaid: How does your muse connect to water?

Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?

Niffler: Does your muse value wealth?

Nymph: How does your muse connect to earth?

Orcs: Does your muse tend to be protective?

Pegasus: How does your muse connection to air?

Phoenix: Who was your muse in their past life?

Pixie: How does your muse tend to get into trouble?

Siren: Does your muse often act in revenge?

Sphinx: How does your muse value loyalty?

Succubus: How does your muse view sexuality?

Thestral: Has your muse witnessed the death of another?

Thunderbird: Does your muse value honor?

Troll: Does your muse have a collection?

Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?

Wendigo: What makes your muse gluttonous?

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

“I don’t know about Haleesi,” he replied on the topic finally. “You would have to ask one of the druids about him. Hopefully he survived and is well.” Medivh turned his emerald gaze to her. “It makes you believe what is right is actually wrong and what is wrong, right.”

“Have you seen or heard about the wild druid we encountered in the forest?” he glanced over at her. “The dark coated panther. I do not recall his name or if he ever told it to us.”

Categories:

艸 Major Arcana - Significant moments in your character’s history

･ω･ Court Cards - Significant people in your character’s lifestory

★ Pentacles - The material world and everything tangible within

ー☆* Wands - The spark of life; creation, passion, the emergence of something new

◥█̆̈◤ Cups - Emotions, feelings, secrets, past, future

━━╋⊂ Swords - The sharpness of mind, mental states, thoughts, opinions

Major Arcana:

0. The Fool - when you first created your character, what did you originally envision for them?

I. The Magician - have you followed through on your original vision for your character? Are they as they were when you first began?

II. The High Priestess - has your character ever ignored their conscience?

III. The Empress - what is the most important thing your character has ever made?

IV. The Emperor - has your character ever broken the law?

V. The Hierophant - what is the most important lesson your character has learned or still needs to learn?

VI. The Lovers - have your character’s heart and mind ever been at odds with one another?

VII. The Chariot - what is the most important message your character has responded to and/or ignored?

VIII. Strength - is there a moment your character has ever had to fight for something or someone?

IX. The Hermit - has your character ever isolated themselves knowingly?

X. Wheel of Fortune - has your character ever endured abject misfortune? Have they ever experienced euphoric bliss?

XI. Justice - has your character ever knowingly wronged someone?

XII. The Hanged Man - what is the most signficant thing your character has had to sacrifice?

XIII. Death - what kind of transformation(s) has your character gone through? If multiple, which is the most significant?

XIV. Temperance - when, if ever, has your character had to compromise?

XV. The Devil - has your character ever been addicted to a certain behavior or substance?

XVI. The Tower - what is the most traumatic thing your character has had to endure?

XVII. The Star - how did your character develop from their past trauma?

XVIII. The Moon - what is the most significant secret your character has discovered?

XIX. The Sun - what was the most significant “truth” your character has had to reveal?

XX. Judgment - what moment in your character’s life history matured them the most? Their “coming of age” so to speak.

XXI. The World - what is the greatest achievement your character has accomplished?

Court Cards

Page of Pentacles - the most reliable and practical youth your character knows.

Knight of Pentacles - the most stubborn adult your character knows.

Queen of Pentacles - the most organized/chill woman your character knows.

King of Pentacles - the most business oriented man your character knows.

Page of Wands - the most adventurous and eager youth your character knows.

Knight of Wands - the adult with the shortest attention span your character knows.

Queen of Wands - the sexiest woman your character knows.

King of Wands - the most romantic man your character knows.

Page of Cups - the most creative and sensitive youth your character knows.

Knight of Cups - the adult most pre-occupied with finding love your character knows.

Queen of Cups - the most deceitful woman your character knows.

King of Cups - the most mature man your character knows.

Page of Swords - the most thoughtful/intellectual youth your character knows.

Knight of Swords - the most impatient adult your character knows.

Queen of Swords - the most independent woman your character knows.

King of Swords - the most analytical man your character knows.

Pentacles

★ Ace of Pentacles - how has your character grown since their conception?

★ Two of Pentacles - has your character ever ‘dropped the ball’ on something important?

★ Three of Pentacles - does your character work well in teams?

★ Four of Pentacles - is your character financially stable?

★ Five of Pentacles - has your character ever endured poverty?

★ Six of Pentacles - does your character accept help from others?

★ Seven of Pentacles - what tests your character’s patience more than anything?

★ Eight of Pentacles - does your character have a craft that they work on?

★ Nine of Pentacles - is your character luxurious or ascetic?

★ Ten of Pentacles - in what aspect of your character’s life are they the most rich? Emotionally, physically, spiritually?

Wands

ー☆* Ace of Wands - from where do you derive inspiration for your character?

ー☆* Two of Wands - has your character ever had to make a tough decision between two choices?

ー☆* Three of Wands - do you have any long-term plans for your character?

ー☆* Four of Wands - what was the most recent celebration your character took part in?

ー☆* Five of Wands - what was the most recent conflict your character was involved in?

ー☆* Six of Wands - is your character considered a role model for anyone they know?

ー☆* Seven of Wands - has your character ever had to make a stand for something they believe in?

ー☆* Eight of Wands - how quickly has your character ever resolved an issue?

ー☆* Nine of Wands - what was the most recent instance of your character keeping their guard up?

ー☆* Ten of Wands - what is the heaviest burden your character has had to shoulder?

Cups

◥█̆̈◤ Ace of Cups - has your character made any new friends lately? New love interests?

◥█̆̈◤ Two of Cups - what was the most recent instance of someone showing your character a lot of emotional support?

◥█̆̈◤ Three of Cups - when was the last time your character partied with their friends?

◥█̆̈◤ Four of Cups - how indecisive is your character?

◥█̆̈◤ Five of Cups - when did your character experience the most significant feeling of loss in their life history?

◥█̆̈◤ Six of Cups - describe your character’s childhood in as little or great detail as you prefer.

◥█̆̈◤ Seven of Cups - how does your character view dreams?

◥█̆̈◤ Eight of Cups - has your character ever had to cut their losses and move on from a bad situation?

◥█̆̈◤ Nine of Cups - when was the last time your character felt on top of the world?

◥█̆̈◤ Ten of Cups - what family memories does your character hold dear?

Swords

━━╋⊂ Ace of Swords - what is the most recent problem your character has had to solve?

━━╋⊂ Two of Swords - has there ever been a time your character has ignored their emotions in favor of logic?

━━╋⊂ Three of Swords - what was the worst betrayal of trust your character has ever experienced?

━━╋⊂ Four of Swords - has your character ever taken a vacation?

━━╋⊂ Five of Swords - what is the harshest thing your character has ever said?

━━╋⊂ Six of Swords - how does your character deal with pain? Emotional, physical and/or mental pain.

━━╋⊂ Seven of Swords - what is the worst instance of your character being manipulative?

━━╋⊂ Eight of Swords - who is your character’s harshest critic?

━━╋⊂ Nine of Swords - what is the worst nightmare your character has ever endured?

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

“I don’t know about Haleesi,” he replied on the topic finally. “You would have to ask one of the druids about him. Hopefully he survived and is well.” Medivh turned his emerald gaze to her. “It makes you believe what is right is actually wrong and what is wrong, right.”

“Have you seen or heard about the wild druid we encountered in the forest?” he glanced over at her. “The dark coated panther. I do not recall his name or if he ever told it to us.”

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

“I don’t know about Haleesi,” he replied on the topic finally. “You would have to ask one of the druids about him. Hopefully he survived and is well.” Medivh turned his emerald gaze to her. “It makes you believe what is right is actually wrong and what is wrong, right.”

“Have you seen or heard about the wild druid we encountered in the forest?” he glanced over at her. “The dark coated panther. I do not recall his name or if he ever told it to us.”

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

“I don’t know about Haleesi,” he replied on the topic finally. “You would have to ask one of the druids about him. Hopefully he survived and is well.” Medivh turned his emerald gaze to her. “It makes you believe what is right is actually wrong and what is wrong, right.”

★: First thing that changes when they realize they care about your muse

The Magus rested his chin in hand as he leaned forward against the table, watching his companion pick at her food. The tavern was loud with noisy patrons laughing at some story or drunkenly. The Lion’s Pride Inn was busy this time of the year as people from all over the kingdom came to Stormwind to shop for Winter’s Veil or to visit family they otherwise would not have bothered to visit.

A pang of regret heavily weighed against his chest as he thought about all the Winter’s Veils he had missed with the Wrynns, the only family he ever truly knew, and all the Winter’s Veils he had missed since his resurrection. He could have gone and reconciled with the son of his best friend, but he had chose instead to remain in hiding and live the life of a hermit.

It left him feeling empty in the long run. Perhaps that is why he allowed this aspiring druid to accompany him? Medivh shook his head lightly and leaned back in the wooden chair, his companion briefly glancing up at him before she reverted her gaze back to the plate of food she barely touched. Maybe in the beginning, after they had returned to their own time, that might have been his reason. But now he wasn’t sure it was the only reason he allowed her to stick around.

Medivh furrowed his brow at the enigma of his own feelings toward the druid. He had never been one to be open about who he was or how he felt. Not even his old friends knew him as well as they thought. It was a lingering personality trait from his first life, a piece of the corrupted Guardian that still remained with him. It is what kept him from living in the world that had birthed him. He didn’t trust himself because he didn’t know who he was anymore. His entire life had been nothing more than servitude for one entity or another, a twisted perspective molded by a Dark Titan and his own need for acceptance and love.

The Magus grunted in contempt and then took notice as his friend flinched in response. His annoyed look melted into concern, wondering why she had flinched at his own vocal hatred for himself and his past. It occurred to him then that she was very much like how he had been. Rejected by society because of the things she was made to do, tormented and manipulated by a more powerful force, and cast aside when she would not conform to the ideals of others.

She must think of me like everyone else, he concluded and he hated the thought. He hated the fact that she was molded to be an anxious wreck always questioning the motives of others and whether she was worth anything to them. Medivh frowned some more and he watched as she ducked further into herself. He did not like her reaction and did not want her to be like that around him.

He was her friend.

The admission floored him a little. He knew that previously she had been someone to keep him company and he did what was necessary to keep that company. Medivh regretted immediately that he was the cause for her reactions toward him and he vowed to change that.

After all friends do not use each other.

“I’m going for a walk,” he finally spoke and stood from the chair. The furniture squealed in protest at being pushed back and Medivh stepped around before replacing it under the table. He held out a hand toward her, “I would like you to accompany me, Brie. Please.”

The tone of his voice and the choice of words were different than how he usually interacted with her. Before he had always came off as someone to be obeyed, an authoritative figure. He realized now that he was no different than the people who had intentionally hurt her. He did not like that. It was who he had been in his first life and he had swore to make up for everything he had done back then.

She did not deserve that kind of person from him and he promised himself he would stop being that person to her.

His hand still held before her, waiting patiently for her to accept his offer of friendship.

☆: What they miss about your muse when they’re apart

The raven perched quietly on the lifeless and snow covered tree branch. It bounced a little under his weight as he observed his surroundings. He had been traveling for a long while now, going no where in particular and just wanting to get out of his tower and be out in the fresh air. He had meant to only fly over Elwynn Forest and back and instead he ended up somewhere else and much farther away from home.

Medivh reached up to scratch with a talon, his head twisting to get at the itch that was bothering him. He couldn’t find or reach it just right and he huffed in annoyance. There was no one around to help him and he did not want to change back just to deal with an itch. He croaked in amusement just then, thinking about how a certain druid would find him ridiculous.

She would have laughed at his predicament before offering to alleviate his problem. His head lowered in longing as he thought about the warm fires basking them in its heat as he laid in her lap while she stroked his feathers and talked. Something about that always made her open up and she seemed happier in those moments.

He was happier.

He longed to be there right now but he hadn’t seen her in months. Medivh wasn’t sure if she was avoiding him or if she was too busy accidentally saving the world.

☾:What my muse says to yours when they think they’re asleep

It had been a long evening of traveling through the tundra, the bitter cold sapping the warmth and strength out of them with each passing hour. It didn’t matter that they had been flying the entire time, feathers could only keep them warm for so long. Now they rested under a snow-covered pine with a small campfire warming their half frozen bodies.

Medivh had his back against the trunk, their campsite nestled between two great roots and giving them some protection from the cold wind of the north. Brie was resting against his front for comfort and warmth, having fallen asleep some time ago and his own cloak acted as a blanket for them both.

His attention fell upon her, emerald eyes studying her sleeping face and how peaceful she looked. “You look happier like this,” he quietly whispered so as not to wake her. “Its as if the troubles of your life and the world do not exist while you sleep. I wonder what you dream about? Happier moments I hope.”

He reached up to lightly stroke her auburn hair. His fingers felt a twig entangled in the red locks and a soft smile graced his lips. “You are becoming so very much a druid in more ways than you realize, my dear.” Medivh carefully untangled the twig and tossed it aside before resuming his petting. “Though if you ever ask me to make love to you while you’re an animal, we will no longer be friends. The kal’dorei might be into that, but I am not.”

He laughed softly, his chest rumbling as he tries to keep it quiet. “I may not be too keen on snuggling with you either. You are not exactly a traditional druid all fluffy and squishy.” Medivh canted his head slightly, “Though I heard the form can be changed if the druid wants it.” He shook his head bemusedly. “No, I think snuggling like this is better. No twigs and bones poking me in the wrong places.”

Medivh rested his head back against the tree trunk, his gaze focusing on the few stars he can see through the canopy. “Sometimes I wish we were closer in age. I have nothing against the age difference, its just… our time together is shorter because of it. And if I was younger, I’m sure we would get into a lot more trouble than we do now. Always was a troublemaker as a boy. King Barathen thought so anyway.”

“You would have liked my friends and I think they would have liked you. I know Anduin would have thought of you as a good match for me. He was always trying to get me paired with someone after I woke up. At least until I started staying in Karazhan.” Medivh fell silent with a heavy sigh, missing his friends all of a sudden. He stopped stroking Brie’s hair to wipe at his face and the tears that had gathered in his eyes. He stared at the freezing liquid before brushing the tips together, crushing the specks of ice.

“But enough of my rambling, the hour is getting late and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He yawned then and tried to get more comfortable so he could get some sleep. “Sleep well, my friend.”

❧: Random affectionate headcanon

The raven landed in front of Brie, something in its beak. It dropped the item before cawing for a treat and then flying off and leaving behind the trinket. A few days later another raven appeared and left her flower petals before repeating the request of payment and flying off.

This repeated again a month later, two ravens showing up out of nowhere and leaving behind gifts, each one different from the last. Eventually it became predictable when the ravens would show up and every time they gave something to her. It was clear these animals weren’t just wild ones that had grown fond of her and when a familiar, older raven appeared with a letter from its master, whom they belonged to became obvious.

“Brie,

Meet me where the river forks north and the mountains are to your back.

- Med”

When she arrived, he was not there as promised. In his place was his entire conspiracy of ravens. They were perched on the trees and rocks, some splashing on the edges of the river. There was one larger raven perched on a boulder, white feathers in its tail and along its back and its eyes glowed an arcane color.

She knew who it was and the raven warbled happily at her arrival. “Thought you might like a little time alone and away from the problems of the world,” the raven offered. “Don’t mind the others, they’re just here to make sure we aren’t bothered.”

Afterwards when she went back, the ravens still kept bringing her gifts from him and from time to time an invitation to somewhere.

for me to randomly generate a number between 1 and 100 to write a starter based on any of the prompts below!

A mix of fluff, angst, sadness, and anything to make you feel if executed right. proceed at your own risk! Some content might be triggering.

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

He knew of a lot things that have happened since Sargeras plunged his sword into the world, most of it coming from Khadgar, but he didn’t know every thing and it was possible something important passed by him while he was wandering.

Medivh held up a hand and started to open his mouth to speak but then paused, took a moment to think about her accusation and then decided it was better not to answer with his original thought. He lowered his hand and his shoulders sagged, “Its not like I had a choice back then.”

He knew of a lot things that have happened since Sargeras plunged his sword into the world, most of it coming from Khadgar, but he didn’t know every thing and it was possible something important passed by him while he was wandering.