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aluriusbrightsong · 6 years
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"I believe I understand their stance, to be blunt.”
The words come out in his native Thalassian, smooth and precise phrasing directed at the only other living listener nearby.
Skyscythe. A falcon of fine pedigree and exacting training, perched upon the hastily erected stand for his armor and adventuring equipment. Emotionless eyes blink slowly, the bird of prey’s head cocking a bit to one side as the elven speaker begins to slowly sharpen one of his massive war blades on his lap.
“The Argent Crusade is neutral. In all things. They seek to counter the threats to Azeroth and its people, without involving themselves in politics. It is why they house Forsaken beside draenei.”
Alurius pauses for a moment, setting his grinding stone atop his blade as he looks to his ramshackle armor stand.
“It is why they house quel’dorei and sin’dorei side-by-side. Light, they appointed a sin’dorei as ambassador to the Lightforged. I cannot even begin to imagine how that shall go over as Apex recruits more draenei.”
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aluriusbrightsong · 6 years
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Snicker-snack!
Thousands of years of history. Hundreds of monsters slain. Countless lives saved.
Steeped in the history of the Eastern Kingdoms, but never by name. Only by deeds.
This is the second Alurius Brightsong.
The first was, simply, ruthless. A monster of a man brought back and bound to undeath as an executioner of the living. Alurius Brightsong, the Plaguesinger.
This Alurius is... still ruthless. But in a very living, very emotional way. Alurius Brightsong, the Vorpalsinger.
I’m not going to do much with this. Not at first at least. A few likes for things, some character insight if I get to writing it. I just needed to establish something for the future, for Alurius. And I think I like this so far.
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