Some kill living beings for purposes of defense
Some kill out of anger.
Some kill for revenge.
Some kill for sacrifice, honor, fear.
They are not to be thought of less for what they do. But is us who know their suffering and what is is. Because we see and understand their pain, the cause of our own happiness and pain, knowing others too.
And those who see and understand others feeling knows his own feelings.
He does not raise his hand to harm or in defense. He does not hate, he loves.
Because of his love when he enters the field he does so with the intent to see every ally, every friend walk off it.
This is the Altruist’s desperate need.
Knowing what is pain and desiring to change the capricious tides of battle, knowing he could drown beneath those tides.
This is what the Altruist knows.
The love for his allies, the pain he sees and understands.
And out of love, sacrifices himself for those that need him the most.
To those that fight alongside me I will be true
To those who carry heavy brudens I will be their shelter
To those that stumble I will be strong
To those that hesitate I will be brace
I will be brave, for there is much to fear on this path I’ve chose.
I will help all of my allies
I will heal their wounds, cure what ails them, and use my gifts to see them return home.
I am strong, but so very weak
I stand at their side through loss and despair, victory and happiness
I am strong, but I am so weak.
I am willing to do whatever is needed to see them home.
I am Light and bring it on the darkened paths I tred
Through victory and failure, loss and pain, through sunny days and darkened nights
Swords clash and magic thunders
Where armies meet and lives are torn asunder
With a thundering crash and rising dread
The tides of battle turn again
Thunder rumbles in the sky with disdain
As the night lights up with arcane
A gentle whisper
A spoken plea
Torn flesh is mended
Stamina restored
We bring the Light as we enter the fray
Voices rising as we pray
Our skill unmatched, our focus strong as iron
In bloodstained fields and dark paths we tread
Through sacrifice, through love, and the Light
We will turn the tide of battle
And bring and end to the dark night.
Living beings are without number
I vow to show them the Light
My enemy is without number
I vow to show them the Light’s fury
The teachings of the Light are immeasurable
I vow to study them.
The path of the righteous is long.
I vow to reach the end.
This journey I do make
With a weary heart and heavy steps
But determination keeps my shield up and my hand at my hilt
Light, I beseech thee for the a flicker of
Your warmth
My faith can move mountains
But steel and flesh get dull and weary
And eventually my magic runs dry
But I will clutch at my faith
For where there is Light, there is hope
And where there is the Light there will always be Me.
I desire neither revenge
Or even freedom from death and pain
I desire only to heal
And to bring the Light
to those afflicted by misery and pain
Light, lead me from the unreal to the real
From darkness to your Light
From pain to serenity
May there be peace
May the teachings of the Light spread wisdom throughout the world
And may everything I see the Light in bring me peace
Ashal Quel’Thalas
The ultimate form of prayer in motion is dance. Each position of the dance is intended to communicate something, individual motions working together to form a complete message in the same way you combine words to make a sentence. Dances can be simple, they can be elaborate, but if you’ve ever seen prayer through dance- I don’t have words to describe it. Not properly.
When I first started to learn my way as a Priest I was invited to a small ceremony with my teacher. I was still young for an elf- in my thirties- and I was eager to see what a group of stuffy humans could do. We accepted the invite and came to an area with standing stones, well tended grass and flowers. I do not remember the words or their speeches but I do remember standing to the side and watching as they put on ceremonial robes, calling the Light down as they danced. It felt like minutes but in truth they danced for hours. It was a beautiful and wondrous sight to behold and I’ve yet to see any other man or woman of the Light dance so.
Dance is meant to express emotion. It does not require words to express emotion- joy, grief, awe, and ecstasy. The emotion you feel will tell you the right way to move if you wish to participate or listen.
It can also express an attribute of the divine invoked, or be a way of calling such down itself. For instance, when I watched the ceremony The Light radiated from the priests as they danced. And as they changed their danced the light seemed to shift and adjust. From forgiveness and mercy to retribution and conflagration to protection and honor.
I was told dance was also used to invoke blessings as well but I’ve never seen such before. They also told me they considered dancing an offering- it expended time and energy, and was a form of art. The honor and recognition they recieved when me and my teacher watched was dedicated to the Light. When they danced to the point of exhaustion, it served not only as a offering, but also opened themselves up to the Light.
Through dancing, they gave all of themselves, creating a space for the Light to fill.
No. He was Tyleril and he was not. The priests of Belore that made up those under his command focused at his command. The fear, the anger, the worrying emotions that knotted up his stomach dissipated as the Light filled him with calm. It all felt so much easier when he let go, trusting in the Light. Belore’s Priests let out a soft sigh as they began to follow his lead.
He didn’t know if he was the Priestess of Belore that wore her only daughter’s bracelet around a slender wrist, the other priest who held a staff that had seen more battles than the Priest had years, or if he was the one who cast heals with charcoal stained hands. Some distant part of him cried out in protest at this loss of self, drowning in the Light’s peace,suffocating on serenity.
A breath later and the protest was gone.
FOCUS.
The training he’d received in the Guard, countless months of practice and the soundless command of the Light echoed in his soul. Nothing existed beyond their purpose.
HEAL
Flesh would mend, the Light’s Divine Grace would shield. There was nothing to fear. Nothing but the enemy. Nothing but the loss of his lovers and children. Everything he loved the most. Everything that mattered. Their will was stronger than iron, their faith unshakable. The Light was with them. But he was so scared, so scared for what he loved. He couldn’t lose them.
SACRIFICE
Tyleril was the pillar. They were his support. Can’t attack to save yourself or any of them. He lived to serve. But just once he selfishly wished to hug them all one more time. Divine Light, Guiding Light. Wordlessly, through force of will and centuries of deeply rooted faith, the Light flowed through them
The Spider Tank was of Gnomish Invention. There was no time for surprise when it got close and tore at his robes. Elleynah’s healing soothed what had been damaged- they felt it not at all.
HEAL.
A wordless plea brought the Light’s grace, manifesting as a shield upon a arcane construct. They moved among the cries of the wounded, the sound of magic crackling, swords singing loudly. Gryphons flew in the air as arrows whistled through their feathers. Sweat dripped down their brow and then Tyleril could not truly tell where he began, they ended, and if the Light’s will wasn’t their own then Tyleril couldn’t tell.
Smoke stung at their throat, trying to steal their voices. Sweat began to soak their reinforced cloth padding as a migraine began to pound at Tyleril’s skull. They were only flesh and blood and flesh and blood would eventually tire. Even as the Light filled their veins with strength, infused them with purpose, their strength would slowly ebb.
THE FINAL RITES.
“Walk swift now,” The mournful tone escaped Tyleril’s lips without thought. Sanarissa’s face came to mind. The last rites were always the most important. “For the shadows lurk to claim thy soul. Seek out the Light, for it’s eternal embrace welcomes you.” They didn’t see what happened, what had tried to steal Sanarissa’s lifeblood from her body.
Like so many things running through their mind it did not matter. What mattered was that the Light’s will had been done. Sanarissa would survive.
Their attention turned to other things.
One by one the enemy commanders fell. Whether it was the Light’s blessing, pure luck, or something else Tyleril didn’t guess. The pounding pain of the migraine was a dull angry reminder that there was no they. There was only Tyleril and he was only a man. A man who was limited.
—-
The brightness of his halo began to fade as his words slowed, The soundless words of the Light faded to whispers. His Priests stood behind him and the priestess tilted her head up, acknowledging Tyleril’s golden gaze.
“Light be praised!”
He wished for rest and soon, he would get it. Their enemies- dwarves and gnomes- fled the field, lost without their commanders.
The Battle of the Beard was fought on 12/4 Year 33AP between the army of Three Hammers and the Royal Thalassian Army. It was a fierce and bloody affair but the elves were able to envelop the dwarven host from both sides of their column and draw the battle to a full route. The Battle of the Beard was fought in two stages:
Early in the morning, six battalions rode to the northern flank of the Dwarven Army and brought battle against them.
Commanders Azriah Thelryn, Lirelle Dawnbrook, Sederis Emberheart, Thanidiel Highdawn, Veleth Ashcaster, and Tassandria Dor’wynn engaged five battalions of alliance forces. Able to use superior mobility, the Sunguard was able to drive the dwarves into indefensible positions and destroy them. Even the famed Sir Erik Townsend left the field knowing the battle was lost. His knights later linked up with Alliance forces pressing into the Dawnspire.
Later that afternoon, the Sunguard prepared its ambush against the Army of Three Hammers led by Thane Fergus Mountainbeard. Though the Dwarven army was impressive, it was not able to fully materialize its offensive capabilities with its artillery. Striking hard and true, the Sunguard was able to destroy the dwarven cannons and encircle their forces on the field. Hours of bloody fighting later, the Sunguard was able to isolate their commanders and kill them. Thane Fergus was taken captive after losing a duel with Siildore Frostlotus and soon after the dwarven lines began to route.
Gideon wakes to a dark room. There will be hours yet until the sun rises again, and the task of the night before robs him of a rested ride. But this is not about a full night’s sleep, or the sun rising on familiar fields: this is not about what aught to be.
Gideon rises from his bunk, and with a bit of fumbling, lights the last stub of candle at his desk. Flickering below the beeswax lies his only guide: a map stuck together by weeks of Hawks flying–bloodied and tired–to give their home a fighting chance.
*Warning! This is a personal headcanon, therefore it is not 100% cannon with the WoW lore universe. I gathered some lore tidbits and made this headcanon so you don’t have to!*
*Okay disclaimer done time for rambling.*
This headcanon plays with the upcoming resurrection story series for The Sunguard.
Introuction:
The death of Neltharion, now known today as Deathwing the Destroyer, was both good as it was bad for the other Aspect flights. Through his deception, the remaining four flights offered up their essence to create The Dragon Soul in order to defeat the Burning Legion. (I’m not going to go full detail on the lore behind the Dragon soul, so here’s a link to the lore itself. ) When Deathwing died the Dragon Soul was used causing the Dragon Aspects and their respective flights to be powerless, more mortal than immortal, and lose the ability to reproduce. ( I will rant about that later). However, thanks to a certain pet andmount you can get in the store, the lost power of the dragon aspects are closer then we thought.
Yep, I’m talking about the Soul of the Aspects and the Heart of the Aspects. Thanks to these guys who were released during the Cataclysm expansion, we understand how much power was made in order to create the Dragon Soul and create living dragons out of that power. However since they are linked to the Dragon Soul as power, they cannot reporduce to create more of themselves. Instead they need a ‘parent’ dragon.
Soul of the Aspect and the ‘Parent Dragon’
The ‘Parent’ dragon to the Soul whelp has to follow these criteria or conditions in order for the Soul to be created:
Must be one of the five flights (Red, blue, green, etc.)
Must be living and lived past the death of Deathwing (Deathknight mounts or Netherwing drakes are not inclued)
The parent dragon must have been gifted or be granted enough magic to live through the seperation of essence for the soul to be born. (Young adults to Ancients is a good example of an age range)
If the ‘Parent’ dragon meets all these conditions, then the Soul Whelp was most likely formed when the Dragon Soul was shattered in use of finishing Deathwing off. The process could have taken place within hours of the Dragon Soul being shattered to a couple of years depending on the Dragon itself.
Now when the Soul of the Aspect is alive and zooming around, it carries the same traits as parent dragon used to or currently carries. It can also shift itself so it matches the parent dragon as one of their very own whelps. However, it does not grow for it serves a bigger purpose for the ‘Parent’ as unsettling and devastating the true purpose of the whelp is. After all, it is not named “Soul of the Aspect” for nothing.
The Count Down and Rise of the Heart of the Aspect
When the ‘Parent’ dragon critically wounded, severally ill, or even more tragically died, then the Soul whelp finally begins to ‘evolve’. Having deep devotion to duty and love for the ‘Parent’ dragon, it lets loose all the concentrated power that has created its very being and allows it to transform into its full-grown adult state.
No longer a ‘Soul’ in a sense, the Heart of the Aspects is now the next ‘beating heart’ for the Parent dragon. When the Heart has found the wounded dragon it lays itself on top of them and transforms into pure light. During this all the pure light wraps around the Parent dragon, granting it intense healing to the point of bringing the dragon back to life. When brought to life the Parent dragon is now alive and well and ready to serve Azeroth once more as its sacred guardian with light armour or scales of where the Heart of the Aspect has healed it the most.
There are however conditions that are to be met for this to happen accordingly.
The Heart of the Aspect must feel close to the Parent dragon. (If it views it less then itself then it shall fly off as free dragon energy)
The Heart of the Aspect must be able to find the Parent dragon within a weeks time or else the deceased Parent’s soul has moved on, allowing the Heart to grieve and move on as a living memory of the Parent.
Once the ritual begins, under no circumstances should anyone interrupt it. Otherwise, both the Parent and the Heart are sacrificed for nothing.
The Funeral
Although it is unknown to how the dragon flights treat these power essence of themselves, there can be a sense of the closeness of seeing them as their own children. Once the Heart of the Aspect is dead the Parent dragon can take the remaining armour of the devoted child and bury it in memory of them. It can be buried near the dragon flight shrines in Northerend or close by to where the Parent dragon resides the most. This relationship can only happen once so if the Parent dragon dies again then it cannot be resurrected by another Heart of the Aspect. Other living creatures of Azeroth may be able to revive a dragon, but the ritual would be more complex as well as dangerous with a very low success rate.
Wrap Up
And this is the end of the headcanon of the Store battle pet and mount as well as possible lore relationships between them and the Dragon flights. Again I’m happy to share these headcanons as a way to bring more dragon roleplayers into the community and to most of all have more fun in the role play community. I’ll be making a 3-4 story series of this process as an example of this head cannon. So stay tuned for the next one! 😀
(With recent events of Dragons being policed by lore again, I’m reblogging this. When will I finish this project: unknown)
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