Vanthoris Darkhilt

“And is that morning coffee for me dearest?”

This Tournament’s Theme: “Flights of Fancy”

(Located in the Rogue’s Quarter of Undercity, over by the empty shops across from the Heirloom Vendor, starting at 7:00 PM realm time on Saturday, May 5th) Fashion isn’t always about who looks the toughest or most beautiful. Sometimes, there’s a different…aspect to it. There’s a scale to looking good that cannot be achieved through archaic standards of what looks good. Sometimes, it’s about how well one sticks to a theme, and how one shoes their true colors in flight. I suppose I won’t let this drag-on too long, and just get on with it; Dragons! You know ‘em, you love ‘em, you slay ‘em, you ride ‘em, you see ‘em. Azeroth is full of dragons, despite there apparently being some lore about them being infertile due to the Aspects exhausting their…power or…something, I dunno, that part gets a little tricky, BUT POINT IS, dragons are pretty neat. We want to see your best Dragon transmogs! Don your flight of choice (you may enter in one of the five categories) and arm yourself in colors that correspond to said flight, while keeping a draconic theme! The categories are Red, Blue, Green, Black, and Bronze. Bear in mind, the sets you come up with don’t even have to be strictly dragon-like - maybe your attire is that of a dragon in hiding? Show us how one would dress, you know, inconspicuously! We judge based on the creativity of the outfit, so just know that full pre-made sets from the likes of tier or ensembles are unlikely to win, but mixing and matching a few pieces with some parts of a set is always a good idea. The winner of each category will win 40,000 gold! You may enter in up to 2 categories, but you may only win one. There will be time to mog between each round, at which point you will take turns standing in the spotlight and posing before the crowd, and our panel of judges! At the end of each round, the judges will decide who was the best dressed, and then at the end of the night, the five winners will line up for one to be chosen as the Dragon Champion, a title that awards 50,000 bonus gold! It’s like stumbling upon a hoard of dragon treasure! There are no armor categories this time - merely flights. The rules are as follows; - Each slot that appears on you must be mogged - yes, even the Warglaives you use must actually be the new Timewalking versions mogged over something, even if you don’t have it. This is to prevent everyone and their grandmother from using the Warglaives of Azzinoth for the green flight category, something we anticipate will be a thing. - Because we want the transmogs to be inspired for current gear, yes, artifacts will need to be present on your character. This is not a change of the rules so much as a clarification and to keep people on the same page. - No mounts, pets (even hunter pets) or toys to help the appearance. Show us what you can do without that, and if you happen to win, show off whatever you would have liked to use only then. - Participants must be present, and be on a Wyrmrest Accord Horde character to compete for and receive prizes. - Participants may sign up for up to 2 flights! At least 3 per category will need to be signed up! - Sign ups begin at 7:00 PM and end at 7:30 PM server, unless we fail to have enough in each category, at which time an extension of 15 minutes will be added.

There are some things, you never plan for. Was a surprise marriage one of them? No, but did it make her happy? Yes, yes it did. The blessings she had realized were there.  This one came out of the blue for her, and right out of left field. Even with the problems they had. But she finally saw what he was saying all this time, did she fully like it? She couldn’t really respond to it as she looked at the mirror before her.  She had chosen a nice cream colored sundress that literally fit her, but left all the room to flow around.

They had gotten back together, and soon she was walking out of the apartment and locking the door behind her. She was off to meet Vanthoris, a bright smile across her face that no one could seem to take from her.  They didn’t need a big celebration, or it seemed want it.  Their plan, find a person to officiate their binding. Just what was needed, nothing fancy. Simple, nothing showing of stations or wealth. In truth, she was marrying her best friend.  The father of their child, and the person she would kill someone over if they harmed him.

Eight months ago, their child had been accidentally conceived. Before then, did she think over a year ago, she would fall in love with the man she picked up off the street? No she didn’t,  but she did.  She saw something inside of him, in the moments she could find of peace and tranquility. She had also hurt him, a lot of times, never asked questions. But yet.. he forgave her. Now she wanted to support him, in any way she could, while allowing him to be himself.

Did she think he would ask her again? Not really, but he did. One thing she had promised to herself, she had done. She waited, it had been a gamble. She almost lost this gamble, with  her own frustrations. On one hand he could have found another, and soon left her after the child was born. In the other, he had done what she had thought he would do, he came back.  Now she wanted to make sure, no matter what. He felt safe, those doors were open, she wasn’t going to force them shut.

Though she stopped as she saw  Vanthoris at their meeting spot, a bright smile spread over her features. Soon hurrying in the most careful of shuffles, her hand reached out to take his. Her thoughts now, were working alongside him, as they cared for their son, and to work on their future.  Glancing up at him she couldn’t even describe how happy he made her, though in truth.  She hoped it never stopped.  She was sure there was going to be shock and suprise from others, as she knew . People would be confused and suprised all the same, but she knew the ones that mattered would stay. The others well, they really were not friends.  Looking up at Vanthoris’s face as she smiled.  Yep she had made the right choice,  “Ready?” she asked softly a small nervous sound. 

When her hand touched his own, he curled his fingers into her smaller palm and held tightly. He remained at her side before turning his gaze up towards the Priest that shared a look to them both, making sure they were ready. Van took in a breath and slowly released it before a smile slowly crept over his lips. He was ready for this.