thinariel – Tyleril Silversword

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“Pancakes!” Thinariel was grumpy as Tyleril nearly pulled her along. But when at 3am she always seemed to be grumpy to Tyleril. “W-we can get pancakes, eggs, mayhaps hashed potatoes…”

If looks could kill Thinariel would be far more dangerous than Tyleril’s mind already registered. He almost missed the question she asked him. “Why-”

“So you can eat something?” It was perhaps, the wrong question so he hastily added. “And coffee. As much as we can drink. Then we can drink s-some more. “ Thinariel’s hand was tiny compared to his thickly calloused one but as he tugged she followed him to the bright magelights of the food place.

Headcanon: while Tyleril respects priestly traditions of asceticism, the physical and material work of a smith gives him an appreciation for hearty foods and collecting.

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7/10! While Tyleril respects those traditions, he’s never participated in them. He indulges in a lot things- but he does them in his own time when he’s free of work and responsibility. He believes if the Light wanted him to deny himself that it would tell him- the whispers he hears with his halo have not lead him wrong so far.

Perhaps oddly for an older elf, he doesn’t collect however, and his own material possessions are remarkably few in number. Enough to fit into the closet of his home. He appreciates the beauty he finds in his work- good ore, a bar of metal, making hinges, armor, kitchen sets and other things.

@pyrosophist Thank you for the ask!

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“Her name is Thinariel. I do not think she recalls me from when Samiel was younger. But it was her mana potions that kept my child alive and for that I am always always forever grateful. She had teeth as sharp as broken glass and eyes that always seemed both as bright as fire and dim as dying embers. We have not talked much since she joined the guard, but if she ever calls on me I’ll answer. There are very few things I could ever do to repay her. How can you put a price on the life of an infant child? But should I be called I would see the debt repaid. Thinariel Farmight, fire mage and alchemist, tattered banner and dark shadows.”

Winter’s Veil

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Thina’s gift would arrive wrapped in cloth dyed a deep shade of red and tied with twine to hide the box- carefully sealed so that it didn’t leak out any hints of magic. Inside was a dagger that was heavily enchanted and had likely seen many a dark use in it’s day if the remaining hints of it’s enchants were any indication…

Thinariel,

This was used by a friend who pursued the path of darker magical arts. I asked them for something they thought would be appropriate for a fire mage but they assured me this was good. Stilettos are best used when you fight opponents in chainmail or plate. It can slip between armor plates and if the chainmail had a hole big enough then the stiletto can ensure that they meet a quick demise.

If you can ever manage it go where their joints bend or slip it between their ribs where the plate doesn’t cover it. Twisting the handle also works as well. If you cannot kill them quickly then jerk sharply to the left or right as hard as you can to break it off inside their body. The dagger has seen use through outlands and northrend alike. I doubt the enchant it once held holds anymore but it is supposed to shatter when broken. The friend that held it called it Spiteshatter for they were always bitter and often said: “Even if they kill me they’ll never forget what i did to them.”

Perhaps you can make it into something better.

Happy Winter’s Veil!

Tyleril Silversword

Gifts and Letters

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pyrosophist:

It is a strange thing, when she finally pays mind to the holiday season and feels the impulse to do.. something, for once. It has been many years since she has had more than the smallest handful of people to give gifts to.

Through varying degrees of occult and official means, she sends out a variety of things over the course of several days, when the Archon turns the members of the Sunguard to their own business. Most of the letters are bewitched, unable to be read except by their intended recipients.

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Aestus receives a leather armband with elaborate patterns seemingly burned into it, stylish but unobtrusive. On the inside face is inscribed in Thalassian script, “The night does not survive the dawn.”

My friend,

Of the guard, you are the first with whom I spoke besides possibly the dryest interaction I have ever had with the Scion. Though we have not done so in some time, I count you among one of my few steady friends. You have seen the darkness that lurks in the mid of my nights, as I yours.

Trace the script and read it aloud, when it becomes hard. In addition to it, I grant you one favor, to call upon my talents or resources as you will it.

@shampoocommercialelves

Westel is sent a box of pies, professionally made and still-fresh through some minor spell settled over them. In addition, a hunting knife that comes sharpened, its hilt carved and wrapped with artful patterns evocative of woodland beasts, with leafwork embellished along the spine of the blade.

Westel,

You were one of the first to show me friendship among the Sunguard. Three months ago I would not have called it that, but times seem to be changing. I thank you for the kindness, however small it may have been to give.

Where the hell have you gone? I miss Ithruiel. How dare you keep him from me.

@westelfirewing

Nuellen receives a strange, enchanted necklace – a raven’s skull formed of blackened, petrified wood, attached to a thin, sturdy cord. A note explains its purpose to give the wearer resistance against ambient fel energy or exposure.

Swiftstrike,

Not a week passes that I do not think of my grandfather and how fortunate I was to have him. I have wrestled with feelings about his death for a very long time – I don’t believe that I am yet done mourning, or that I ever will be – but I am infinitely grateful to know that I am serving alongside some of the few Farstriders who served alongside him. Thank you.

@thedragonisaprincess

To Thanidiel is sent a cloak of brilliant, blood red fabric. Through some workings of alchemy, the cloak seems to be a remarkable insulator, despite its light weight. Some of the warlock’s sorcery is bound to it as well, and upon investigation it is revealed to be fireproof – and furthermore, made to deflect magical flame and heat. The underside shimmers against the light with hues of orange and gold. An attached note reads, “This one won’t burn up. Use it well.”

Highdawn,

It has been some time since we have spoken, regrettably. I am still bitter that we did not get to face off at Shadowsunder’s tournament. Though through battle I have regained familiarity with my sorcery and its limits, I would still test it against you when you are available. Consider this a challenge.

@thanidiel

Caelinda is given a pair of boots, sturdy, stylish and well-crafted. Enchantments scribed onto the seams ensure that it will last an eternity of travel – in addition, the monk feels a little lighter on her feet, when she wears them. To accompany the gift is an ornate brooch fashioned out of gold and ruby to affix to a cloak or scarf, and a batch of festive cookies that are still warm and fresh through some minor spell.

Caelinda,

There are few words to describe the depth of affection and fondness I have for you, however much I may loathe to show it around other people. You have given me a sense of peace and welcome that I have not had in such a long, long time, and I am grateful for your love. I will strive for all my days to be worthy of it.

@superspicedinosaur

Tyleril is sent a piece of everburning coal, infused with sorcery. It is warm to the touch, and a note explains that it can be activated and deactivated through a command word. When active, it effuses strong heat and flame, presumably to be used in the forge or a fireplace. The note warns not to hold it at inopportune times.

Silversword,

Thank you for hosting me in your home the night of the bonfire party. I know that I can be abrasive at the best of times, but it is appreciated, and I wish your business good fortune.

Keep the coal out of Samiel’s hands. That boy has fire in his eyes.

@tyleril-silversword

Vaelan receives a bottle of fine wine, Suncrown vintage. This brand is only seen on shelves practically once in a blue moon – she must have been holding onto it for some time.

Vaelan,

You’re a fine man to work and drink with, though I fear I tend to grow only more abrasive when inebriated – but I appreciate your friendliness, and our banter. Put this wine to good use. It’s far too damn fancy for me to drink it myself straight from the bottle, and I’m less inclined to put myself into a stupor on a regular basis, nowadays.

@greatmaulsoffire

A book, old and ornately bound, is sent to Veleth. It appears to be an in-depth study and analysis of extraplanar phenomena, as well as the planes themselves and how they intersect with the material world.

Ashcaster,

I had never expected to find a kindred scholarly mind among the Blood Knights. You are a steadfast ally in battle, and I appreciate your respect and curiosity for my studies. I hope that we both might benefit from learning into the future, with Argus on the horizon.

@veleth95

To Synthiel, a Reliquarian’s sanction for the regulated study and use of alchemically-synthesized anima.

Cloudseye,

It is refreshing to speak with another pyromancer on a level of exchanging knowledge and technique, and for that I thank you – I have not enjoyed the privilege for a very long time, different as our disciplines may be. My expertise in commanding Wrath hones sharper by the day, and I have you to thank in part for that.

@spiral-seeker

For Ka’ese, a potted Thalassian plant, with delicate leaves in hues that range from scarlet to gold – it is bright, and fragrant. A piece of home, preserved through magic that is clearly not the warlock’s own.

Brother,

Past our twenty-fifth year I did not think I would ever write to you and say ‘Merry Winter’s Veil’ ever again. I’m still not certain on how to feel that I am doing it now, but I know that I should, after everything. So much has changed since our reunion in Azsuna. Argus yet looms in the sky, and you should know that I intend to see this war to its end. I hope for your health, through it all.

One day we shall spend this time of the year together again, as brother and sister.

@turalyon

The Magistrix Starshard’s gift arrives on the wings of a strange raven with eyes like embers, bearing the warlock’s distinct aura of magic. In a small leather case strapped to its back is a token – metal fashioned into the emblem of the Sunguard, with its reverse face inscribed with Thinariel’s unique sigil – and a message of rolled and sealed parchment.

Thradia,

I cannot even begin to presume what you may believe of me at present – I apparently have an unfortunate habit for disappearing off the face of the world. You have the deepest apologies I may give, and the greatest hopes for your health and success. You are beautiful and strong, more than I could have ever taught you to be.

Know that I survive, and that I had no choice but to take my leave of the Black Harvest when Vataan abducted my brother from Dalaran (yes, I have a brother). Through his hand and mine, no trace of my tower remains in the Twisting Nether. Without my refuge, I serve the Sunguard. So much has changed that I cannot put to words.

Argus looms high in the sky; you know where I must be.

Stay the course.

@ladyliadrin

Ruin

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pyrosophist:

Feeling comes back to her later and slowly, when she has spent hours drifting, moving about by matter of course and duty where she’s needed. She notices dimly that the fissures in her skin where her powers had broken from her imperfect vessel have begun to bleed, and every other part of her feels rubbed raw like she had been scoured with sandpaper.

The battle had been chaos. So many dead. She passes so many broken bodies, charred or cleaved and dashed onto the ground, and each one incites some mote of impotent, pained anger in her. She knows not what to do with it, when there are no more demons to fight and she feels like she might burn up if she tried to enkindle her magic again; pulling up the deepest dregs of the inferno had left her desolate, and ash littered her weary frame as much as blood. The cost of fighting – fighting past her wounds – had been heavy.

It has all blurred together, after so many years of fighting and defying. From Outland to Draenor to the Twisting Nether she has seen all of this before. Argus remains in the sky, she knows, and demons are endemic to the places they scar. She cannot burn with the drive, but she has to prepare, she has to do something, yet..

She is finally coaxed to stop by a mender when she coughs ash into her arm and a wave of cold fatigue washes over her, and she does not have the strength to fight them off despite her reluctance. It was too much – her nerves were frayed and strained, after standing so close to the Phoenix Heart and feeling the explosion of the demon ships in the sky wrack her awareness of the Nether. She hates feeling this weak and sensitive – but in the wake of everything, of surviving, there is hardly any room for resolve, and she is tired.

So she is bid to rest. Let the future be considered tomorrow. She has earned this reprieve, for now.

Exhaustion: “I’ve never been this far.”

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I’d never been so far from Samiel, Razail or Azeroth. The Light filled me with serenity and it guided my hands. The lava planet was so hot I could feel the sweat as soon as my feet touched the bridge floor. The battle I expected to be long and hard.

We were quick and fierce. Spell and sword struck true. Not once did I feel fear. My confidence in them was unshakeable and my faith was unbreakable. Some of us fell but not one of them hesitated.

Each portal thing was shut down and the strong enemies kept coming. A demon hunter wreathed in shadow. A shivarri, a lizard thing I had never seen before and the doom Lord.

I was serenity on the battlefield. The Light was with me.

The order to retreat came and I stayed at the edge. Close enough to feel the heal and the magical hum of the portal. I saw Thanidiel, Thinariel, and Monax already slip away.

But my legs seized at the edge. My hands started to violently tremble. I felt no fear, had no wounds. I could feel the Light’s presence within me. My halo, my blessing from the Light glowed as brightly as ever.

I seized up.

My hands began to violently tremble.

Avada swift, burning and fierce pulled me into the portal..

I’ll repay her soon.

I need to find Thanidiel, Thinariel, Monax. I want to make sure they’re fine. I overheard Thanidiel smashed through a wall. I wonder if her hands are fine. Thinariel smells like sulfur.

I feel like I need to sit down briefly.

I’m exhausted. I want to talk more but I’ll find them tomorrow to talk. I need to find a few others and make sure they’re fine.

Then I can sleep.

( @razxion @thanidiel @thinariel-farmight @emberfallen for mentions.)