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Blade Dancer  |  Dangreth Amberblade

[ art by HeskelHedge on Twitter ]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Name: Dangreth Amberblade

Nicknames: Dango

Age: 11,461

Titles: Illidari, Felblade

Birthday: February 14th

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Hair: Black as night, a very slight hint of navy from his previous life.

Eyes: None. A small fel flame flickers within empty sockets instead. They mimic eye movement, however.

Height: 6′11″

Build: Lean, lithe. Roguelike dancer build.

Distinguishing Marks: Scars down cheekbones, where he clawed out his own eyes. Horns that grow high before curling greatly at their ends. Shark-like teeth and claws.

Tattoos: His tattoos originate at his sternum before branching out, like thin, veiny branches. They appear heavier on his torso before tapering out down his thighs and arms.

Piercings: Two small silver hoops in each ear, and a bar through the center of his tongue.

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Profession: Illidari, former Spec Ops Kaldorei Military. Reconnaissance.

Hobbies: Flirting, drinking, smoking, fighting, singing

Languages: Common, Darnassian, Thalassian, Demonic

Residence: Dalaran

Birthplace: Somewhere outside Suramar

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

Reila Amberblade [DECEASED - Fiancé]

Unborn Child [DECEASED - Child]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

easygoing / intolerant / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / indifferent / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / uncultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

assertive / timid / in between.

𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 & 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

𝐑𝐏 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬

Previous Military

As a former member of the spec ops forces, Dangreth could be easily recognizable by older kaldorei, remembered for his roguish abilities and proficiency with a blade.

Illidari

It it wasn’t obvious by the horns, sharp teeth, and black claws, Dangreth belongs to Illidan Stormrage’s group of demon hunters. The kaldorei seems a bit more approachable than his brethren, silvertongued in all the right ways.

Former Mercenary:

During the Legion’s final assault, the illidari made coin working for various...unsavory individuals as someone that got jobs done, no matter how dirty the task.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

I’m around sometimes.

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Ashes to Ashes

3/3

The screams from Teldrassil became muffled in his mind, the chaos around the kaldorei turning him numb. So many questions were there, but none came to his lips. The shock had all but drained him of all feeling, leaving the illidari nothing but an empty shell. Flying even further, the demon hunter finally touched down on the border of Felwood. Hiding within the hills, Dangreth closed his eyes to process what had just happened. There were so many dead. The Horde brought nothing but carnage with them, their lands now scorched and destroyed. They left nothing but death, and Dangreth had nothing but resentment towards them now.

His numbness was broken by a fragile wail, the small bundle in his arms the priestess made him take beginning to emit such sad, and broken cries. Dangreth could feel his chest ache, reaching to pull the blanket away from the bundle to find an infant within. The kaldorei stared wide-eyed as the infant cried, ash painting the sides of her pink face. Elune, she couldn’t have been older than a month, the tiny newborn’s cries now erupting into a coughing fit. Panic set in, Dangreth beginning to rock her in his arms, trying to put the baby’s crying to rest. “D-Don’t cry. Please don’t. It’s okay. It’s okay..” Dangreth tried to keep himself from sobbing, the thought now hitting him as this child’s parents were now dead.

And yet, with their passing, Dangreth cradled new life in his very arms.

Elune had spared her, allowing Dangreth to bring her to safety. All the adrenaline from war began to settle, heart slowing into a steady rhythm. Standing from his spot, Dangreth shushed the child, trying to rock her back to sleep as best as he could. She hiccupped a few times, silver eyes staring up at her savior before they slowly closed once more, the poor infant too tired to remain awake. Continuing to shush her, the kaldorei could hear the drums of war and faint screams continue into the night, his own voice trying to drown out the sound of carnage behind them. As he relaxed however, the ash settling in his lungs caused him to gag and cough up what he could. Dangreth looked to the child in his arms, and realized she too would need tended to. Who knows what the ash could do to a newborn?

It took time, but the kaldorei finally found a mage willing to port the two to Stormwind. Words never came as the full force of what had just occurred made him numb. Much of his people were dead, burned alive by the Horde’s assault and survivor’s guilt seeped in. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in ten thousand years, first losing the only family he had ever known, and now so many of his race. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. The priestess’s face was now burned into his mind as he had flown away with her child, an unknown emotion riling within him.

“Sir?”

Dangreth glanced up from the cobble, staring a young human medic down. She gulped once, but stepped forward. “S-Sir, you are injured. Please, allow me to assess your wounds.” Dangreth blinked once, remembering his fight with Karthuro, and the healing gashes in his face. Come to think of it, he was in pain. But he remembered who he held, and he shook his head to the woman. Shaking, he held the infant out to her, as if unsure he should. He should, shouldn’t he? “...She needs it more than I.” he voiced quietly, the ash drying out his throat to the point of being unable to speak. And just like that, the infant was out of his hands, the medic unfolding the bundle to gasp loudly. “Oh, Light! I will see to the child immediately.” Turning, the woman dashed to the Cathedral, where many of his people received healing. Dangreth felt a twinge of regret, and felt himself reach out for the child to be safe in his arms again. Please. Give her back.

Quietly, the demon hunter turned away, hands beginning to ball into fists. The sounds of grief and anger filled his ears, his people now displaced from their home. The emotion riled up once more, but Dangreth knew what it was this time. It was not grief, or sadness. Pain or sorrow.

It was rage.

The fel flame in his eye sockets suddenly grew large, anger and hate flowing through him like the first time he learned of the Legion’s assault so long ago. It was the feeling that put him over the edge into joining the Illidari. Eating the demon. Losing his sight. It was the feeling that made him seek revenge on every demon his glaive came across. Except this time, it was the Horde. Stomping towards the docks, a new resolution came. His glaives flared up with shadowy fel, already itching for another fight. Dangreth would not rest until every Horde responsible met his glaive. He would not rest until he knew the infant would grow and be safe from all war so she may live a happy life.

The Horde would be crushed beneath Dangreth Amberblade’s boot. For what they did, he would never forgive them.

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Ashes to Ashes

2/3

Part 3 Here.

Heart pounded in Dangreth’s ears, already feeling how hot the fire had become. The thought of the temple in Darnassus now in danger made him fly even faster, desperately trying to save his goddess’s place of worship. He sped through the burning branches, a part of his mind now lost as ten thousand years of memories rushed through him. It was as if he had been transported back in time; running through felfire, hand gripping Reila’s own as he desperately tried to save them both. “To the Temple! To the Temple!” Dangreth could hear the sentinels who remained in Darnassus evacuate who they could in the city. As his feet hit the scorched cobble, he looked around, at a loss for words.

But why? Why was he here? The kaldorei never allowed him to set foot inside the city, for fear the fel would overtake his form. I am sorry, sir. I understand, but we cannot allow someone of your kind within the city’s walls. You betrayed us before. Who’s to say you won’t do it again? A young woman tripped over her feet fleeing from the carnage, sobbing as the earth burned her hands. “Why us? What did we do to deserve this?” Dangreth reached forward to pull her to her feet, the woman gasping in shock as she stared directly into the face of the demon hunter who tried to save her. There was a moment where the two said nothing, staring at each other as if trying to set aside differences. Aside fears. The small fel flame in Dangreth’s eye sockets softened, gesturing to the temple. “Perhaps one day we may properly talk. For now, save yourself. The priestesses will protect you. Elune will save us!” The woman gripped Dangreth’s hand, squeezing once before running off towards the temple.

The creaking of burning wood sounded ominous, as if the very tree groaned in pain. Dangreth did what he could, pulling civilians from their homes before the fire became too great. The illidari finally fell back to the temple, in shock to see so many people still here. Priestesses prayed for those who mourned the loss of their beloved home, offering them pained smiles and words of healing. Despite the roaring fire outside, Dangreth felt his mind relax, and he made his way towards the priestesses nearby. A few took several steps back from the illidari before standing their ground. “I saved who I could..” he mumbled, looking towards his feet. One of the priestesses stepped forward, carrying a small bundle in her arms. “Then you have done all you can, illidari. I thank you for your assistance. Despite our differences, your help will mean much to our survival.” Dangreth looked up to the woman, the contrast between the two visible for all to see.

She was beautiful, hair the color of snow and skin the color of the setting sun. Her silvery eyes judged the demon hunter carefully, taking in his lack of eyes, and the felflame that flickered within. Scars dug into his eyelids, and when he felt her stare, he looked away in embarrassment. “What is your name, illidari?” He gulped once, balling his hands into fists. “Dangreth Amberblade, sister.” She smiled softly, trying to ease the tension between the two. “Dangreth, thank you for your assista--”

A scream broke the conversation in two, a branch from the tree crashing into the dome above them. The priestesses panicked, staring in horror as their safe haven was no longer free from the fire that threatened to consume them all. “We cannot leave. We must protect the temple with our lives!” she cried out, now looking to Dangreth. Suddenly, there was great sorrow in her expression, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Dangreth had already begun to see if he could rescue anyone, but felt the woman shove the bundle she had been carrying into his arms. “Leave! Fly away from here, please! I beg you.” Shocked, Dangreth reached out with a free hand to grasp her arm. “No! I will take you with me. Y-You can’t stay here!” Swatting his hand away, she gestured to the carnage around them, civilians screaming as the moonwell slowly filled with blood. “It is my duty, Dangreth. Please, my child must live another day. She will avenge us, just as you will.” Dangreth remained standing, arms clutching the bundle tight. “LEAVE. SAVE HER.”

Dangreth turned away, wings unfurling.

He flew through the broken ceiling, never looking back.

Flames licked at his armor as he soared higher, dodging falling branches and crumbling structures. The wind caught his wings, and Dangreth flew back towards what was left of Darkshore. The battle had been lost.

Dangreth had just witnessed the second genocide of his people.

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Ashes to Ashes

1/3

End all things.

Part 2 Here.

It all should have ended. The fighting, the war, the bloodshed.

Dangreth raced through the forests of Darkshore, growling low under his breath as the sounds of screams filled his ears. War chants from the south made him run faster, using his wings to propel him forward through the darkness before him. Below, a sentinel called out. “They are advancing on Lor’danel! Quickly now, before all is lost! Archers, stick to the trees. The rest of you stay close and form ranks.” Pulling up his hood, the demon hunter advanced further, many questions buzzing through his mind. Why were the Horde attacking the kaldorei? His people usually kept to themselves, and away from most wars. As Dangreth arrived into the clearing of the small village, he shoved his thoughts to the back of his mind and pulled the glaives from his back.

Most of the town was now covered in fire, the heat of it singing what little skin was showing through his armor. But now was not the time to calculate. Based on the sounds of panic, there were still civilians running amok. As he began to step into action, a bolt whizzed past his ear, a Shalassian curse under his attacker’s breath. The demon hunter turned to meet his foe, and hissed as he saw the Nightborne huntress loading her crossbow once more. “Stand down, Illidari! This is Horde business, and I won’t hesitate to put you down like the leech you are.” Dangreth narrowed his gaze, refusing to lower his weapons. Quickly, he switched to his mother tongue to converse with the woman. “You overthrew Elisande because she was a cruel tyrant. And what of this? Was this better than what you initially had?” He rose his arms to gesture to the battle around them, countless civilians clutching children to themselves and fleeing for their lives. The Nightborne curled her lips in disgust, shaking her head. “You would not understand. I don’t expect you to.” As Dangreth heard the click in the crossbow, he rushed forward, speeding towards her with the fury of an untamed man. Firing once, she missed her shot once again as she struggled to train her eyes on the speedy demon hunter. Before she knew it, glaives were at her neck, and his lips pressed carefully to her ear. “You traded one tyrant for another. Join the ashes at your feet so you may ask for forgiveness in death.” The woman had hardly any time to process him before the glaive was drawn across her throat, blood quickly pooling as she choked on her final words.

Now that the woman was dead, Dangreth lept through the town and looked for people still trapped within their homes. “I-I cannot leave without my ailing father! Please, you must understand!” One of the kaldorei tugged on Dangreth’s arm, trying to swat away his iron grip. Sighing angrily, Dangreth let go and scooped the old man from his bed. “Go! I’ll follow you.” Wailing, the woman ran from the house and sprinted to the woods, calling out for the illidari to follow. In all this heat and noise, it was getting tougher for Dangreth to see properly, and nearly tripped with the man in his arms. Finally, he made it to the brush and set him down.

“Get outta here! We won’t kill you, just leave.”

The voice made Dangreth’s ears ring loudly, memories of the campaign on Argus resurfacing already. Despite the lack of sight, he could imagine the fire-red hair blowing against the hot wind, and that stupid smirk usually plastered across his visage. Turning around, the red silhouette of a nearby demon hunter made his blood boil with rage, and before he knew it, began speeding to meet him in another fight they both would remember. Karthuro Dawnstalker gestured for the civilians to vacate the town, but was shoving them and pushing to get them to move faster. Suddenly, his nose twitched with the smell of clove cigarettes and bourbon, and braced himself for the other illidari’s assault.

Dangreth roared angrily, moving to body slam the sin’dorei straight into the ground. “The FEL are you doing here, Dawnstalker? Wanted to kill my people out of boredom?” Karthuro growled low, summoning his strength to push the night elf off of him. “The fuck you talking about? We were told not to kill civilians, Dainty.” The childish nickname made Dangreth growl back, readying his weapons once again. “Look around you, Karthuro. Does this look like a good idea to you?” Looking about, Karthuro saw how the Horde pulled the night elves from their homes, forcing them into the woods around the two. But here was not a good place to fight, he thought. Turning his head back to Dangreth, he sighed heavily. “You wanna go? Fine, let’s DANCE.”

While Karthuro wasn’t the fastest, Dangreth’s vision betrayed him entirely and was caught off-guard by the sin’dorei’s attack. Charging Dangreth, the illidari gripped his flailing form and threw him to the beach several meters away, and away from the ongoing siege of Lor’danel. “You motherfucker! Why this? Why are you killing my people?!” Glaives clashed time and time again, both men hissing and growling low to each other. “We aren’t killin’ anyone, Dainty! We were told to just get them to leave! I know you’re blind, but are you THAT BLIND?” Roaring angrily, Dangreth dropped his glaives to send a punch straight into the sin’dorei’s jaw. “You and I have fought together, time and time again, kid. But this atrocity...this is something I can never forgive!” Claws came out, slashing Karthuro right across the face. The illidari howled in pain, but angrily pushed the kaldorei off and turned the tables. “You’re a fucking fool, Amberblade. We’ll be out of here soon enough, and your people will live another day. You, however..” Karthuro returned the slash, slicing the man’s hood to fall away. Small fel orbs bored into Karthuro’s own before they flared up, now grappling with the man.

Minutes would pass, glaives now buried in the sand as Dangreth and Karthuro fought one another. “Why...why are you doing this? We aren’t supposed to be fighting like this, Karthuro!” His voice was raw with anger and pain, the screams of the civilians now ringing in his ears. Karthuro hissed, wiping the blood from his face onto his hand. “You started it, asshole! You--”

Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard across the sea. Both men looked to the source of the noise, and stared in horror as Teldrassil was pelted with fire from nearby catapults. Karthuro looked to the kaldorei, who couldn’t look away from the atrocities that were being committed. He yelped in pain as Dangreth gripped at his locks, forcing Karthuro to watch as the distant sounds of night elves screaming filled his ears. “Is this what you wanted?! All this unnecessary bloodshed?! THIS IS WHAT YOU STAND FOR.” Dangreth finally released Karthuro from his iron grip, scrambling back to find his glaives buried in the sand. Neither elf said a word as the night elf spread his wings, and took off towards the burning tree. Karthuro was certain he had never seen Dangreth fly so fast in his life. And yet, so careless. His brow furrowed in anger, moving to now pick up his own glaives from the shoreline. “..This ain’t what I signed up for, goddammit.” He turned his head towards the fire that only glowed brighter with time, scowling as he sheathed his weapons. Balling his hands into fists, the sin’dorei walked away, and away from the battle he refused to continue.

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War

Self inventory in the morning: My strength of will? Precarious. My dignity? Absent. My motivations? Selfish. My pride? Oh, my pride.

The bunker shook slightly with each round of cannonfire, even with the distance between Hillsbrad Foothills and Lordaeron. The Alliance wanted blood, and blood they would get. Meanwhile, those within Magetank Industries tried to keep busy, a neutral party in all of this warfare. The blast doors were sealed tight, the technomage’s irritated steps making his way past Dangreth to assess the integrity of the seals. So far, no one had made an attempt to break in or even set foot outside. The threat of the Forsaken was at the forefront, the undead possibly making their way to Arathi and raze everything in their path if they were to lose Undercity. But Sachiel wouldn’t let it happen. Horde or Alliance, anyone who set foot near this bunker would be shot or blown to bits.

Another round of cannonfire shook the compound, Dangreth’s ears catching mutters across the workers and employees nearby. “Amberblade, how are the mines looking outside? Anyone to report?” one of the workers asked, knowing Dangreth’s spectral sight could see through the door. The demon hunter peered through rock and steel, tracing each buried landmine and looking for anyone unfortunate enough to step close. “Nothing. Everyone must be focused on the war right now. No stragglers yet.” Sachiel said nothing, stepping past Dangreth again to check on the other defenses. For now, everyone was just sitting ducks. Passing the time with menial tasks or keeping tabs on their weaponry was their only option. Frowning, Dangreth began to make his way lower into the bunker, another shake of its walls making his head spin.

Everything was supposed to end after their trip to Argus. Returning to more war made Dangreth grit his teeth in disgust, remembering several wars that came to pass in the eleven thousand years he had been alive. While his people fought satyrs and demons alike in the past, the Alliance and Horde were perfectly content with fighting each other, wounding the land heavily. But now, the kaldorei sought blood, their lovely home of Teldrassil burning to the ground. Dangreth felt nothing to Darnassus, being cast out by the night elves before he made a home there. Seeing it burn however made him feel for his people, the other races doing nothing but destroy everything they built. As he made his way lower into the bunker, the telltale sound of a blade on stone caught his attention, the sound angry and full of rage.

Solelin Shadebough, a sentinel angrily sharpened knives and axes, shaking as the need for vengeance shook her very core. Her home was in ruins. And the Horde were to blame. Dangreth could hear the arrows in her quiver shake from sheer rage, but he also could feel great sorrow seep from her movements. It was too dangerous to return to Kalimdor now, and it was rightfully theirs. The thought of Dangreth’s former home in Darkshore made him wince a little, realizing it was most likely destroyed by Horde forces. Still, he could not feel vengeance like his friend did, and in passing, he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Darnassian fell from his lips to keep the conversation mostly private. “Do you plan on joining the battle nearby?”

“I must. For my--our people. I won’t rest until every drop of their blood is spilled.” Dangreth sighed as he heard Solelin drag her knife across the stone angrily, and he turned to leave her be. “Be careful. You will cut yourself if you sharpen those so aggressively.” The woman sneered, but slowed her movements regardless. The demon hunter stepped carefully towards the den, but a particularly loud cannon blast rocked the bunker once again, his knees nearly buckling. All the noise made it difficult to see, jostling his vision all over the place, Instead, he placed his hand against a wall, and allowed it to guide him further in. Was peace truly unobtainable? Sure, Dangreth would have to continue his consumption of demons to survive, but that wasn’t much of an issue. He longed for the days where the only thing he had to worry about was a splinter in his fingers, and not whether or not his friends would end up in mass graves. Friends. Dangreth’s eyes widened in sudden realization of the situation, his allies now all in turmoil. In his time of being illidari, most of his friends were sin’dorei, the men and women providing excellent support in defeating the Legion on Argus and the Broken Shore. With the war in full swing, it was likely their alliance would be severed, and the kaldorei  panicked lightly. He feared for their safety, praying they all would make it out of this alive. Glancing around, Dangreth leaned against the wall, and pulled the speechstone from his pocket, speaking quickly and quietly. “Vyndoriell, this is Dangreth. Do you copy?” No answer. “Karthuro, if you’re dead, I am going to be really fucking angry.” No answer. “..Ana?” No answer.

Dangreth gritted his teeth, the fear now spreading through him like mad. “Acario. Sideburns, where the hell are you?” Nothing.

Dangreth’s back straightened against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. He really shouldn’t panic, but he felt he was letting Medas down in some way. The kaldorei promised the small elf that he’d keep Karthuro out of trouble, and the others as well, but he was breaking it already. Medas was one of the only people who gave the demon hunter a chance, and letting him down made his stomach ache. If any of them ended up dead, Dangreth would see the blood on his hands. With a sigh, Dangreth placed the speechstone back into his armor, and continued on his way.

The sound of tinkering caught his attention, ears perking up a little. Working while all of this was going on? Turning the corner, Dangreth spotted the telltale sign of goggles and a variety of enchantments. Sivy tried to focus on the object in her hands, but yelped at each and every bout of artillery going off in Lordaeron nearby. The kaldorei could hear the shake in her hands, the lack of focus in her work. Distracted. The elf had been here prior to the battle nearby, hiding from what Dangreth figured was a threat to her well-being. He never questioned it, knowing Sachiel had everything taken care of, but he still worried about her. Elune, he barely even knew Sivyraithe, but she had a heart of gold as far as he knew. Carefully, Dangreth made sure to make noise to signal his approach, knowing a demon hunter suddenly nearby would scare the daylights out of her.  “D-Dangreth! H-Hi!” She pressed the goggles from her face and forced a smile, but stopped as soon as Dangreth placed a hand on her shoulder. She bit her lips, staring at his feet. Calmly, Dangreth spoke, and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay, I’m afraid for them too.” Sivy looked up at the demon hunter, eyes shielded away so it was hard to gauge what he was thinking. “I-I really hope they’re all o-okay. And...I’m really sorry with what happened to Darnassus. M-Must have been terrible…” The young woman turned around to tinker once more, the bunker rumbling once again. Dangreth blinked, unused to such nice words despite his lack of care for the night elven home. But still, she was kind to offer condolences. Smiling, he gave a gentle shrug. “In the end...it’s just a tree. My people are strong, and will rebuild once more.”

Dangreth finally made his way to the den, where his facade of clarity finally fell. Lips pulled into a tight frown, and the kaldorei leaned against a wall, only to slide down and hug his knees. A hand reached to rake his nails through his hair, an exhausted sigh escaping him. This war was going to last for a long time, wasn’t it?

Vyndoriell, Karthuro, Ana, Medas, Acario. Be safe. Please be safe.

[dangreth]

Dance of Thorns (2 of 2)

Dangreth runs into an eredar, who thinks she can outsmart him.

The eredar looked down at her hand, still clutching the dagger she pulled from her belt earlier. Had it all been a dream? No, a nightmare. Sweat beaded on her brow as she gulped, glancing to the kaldorei before her. “Thank you for your assistance. Unfortunately, you are no longer needed. You took my future. And I will ensure you never do to anyone again.” Calmly, Dangreth raised his hand, as if clutching the knife she held. Watching with horror, she felt her hand move upwards, and not of her own doing. “Y-You said you’d let me go.” she said softly, voice trembling. Dangreth spat at her feet again. “Never trust a sayaad-bound.” His hand raised to his throat, and the woman was his mirror. She held the dagger to her own throat, staring wide-eye at the demon hunter. Without a snarky remark, or glamour, he made a cutthroat motion with his hand across his throat, and she complied. The eredar slashed at her own throat, played like a goddamn fiddle. Her life quickly ended, and the smell of her blood was intoxicating, and the anger surged once more.

Snarling, Dangreth lept forward, teeth gnashing at her flesh letting his demonic side free for a while. He hated them. He hated all of them. Teeth split muscle from bone, the kaldorei gulping warm and fresh meat down as he roared again. “You elves know nothing of the Legion!” Angrily, he tore her arm free, and threw it across the stone, hissing at it. The Legion brought nothing but turmoil and ruin to his life, all the reason more why he became this way. Dangreth assumed a more feral appearance, nails and teeth ripping through the corpse and consuming what he could. No calm came, the feast only making him angrier, and full of vengeance. Even when he pulled her heart free of her ribcage, even when he knew he had to eat it, all he felt was pure and unending lust for the Legion’s final breath. *** “Dangreth!” Reila giggled gently, poking one of the kaldorei’s purple ears. “Mmm..” he mumbled, his nap disturbed by the woman he was with. His head was cradled in her lap, the smell of perfume and silks lulling him into a sense of comfort. “Are you falling asleep? We have a performance in an hour, you know.” She laughed again, the sound like crystal bells in the Suramar streets. “Five more minutes?” The elf looked up at her, marvelling at her beauty for a time. Hair as blue as the ocean. Skin the color of arcwine. And her eyes, silver as the engagement ring he placed on her finger only a few months ago. “Now, now. What will I tell our children? That their father is a lazy man?” Both of them chuckled at that, Dangreth’s head snuggling closer into her lap. Her fingers weaved through his hair, nails lightly grazing at his scalp. The feeling was wonderful, and he purred gently. “I love you, Reila.” he whispered, glancing up at her through eyelashes. “I love you too, Dangreth.”

***

Dangreth gasped for breath, hand still clutching the eredar’s heart. He could still see his beloved’s face clear as day, one of the only things he could remember. Hell, he couldn’t tell what certain flowers looked like anymore, but he remembered her. Hand dropped the heart, anger subsiding into a dull ache. Looking down at his hands, he brought them up so his fingers may weave through his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp, and smearing green blood through raven locks. The motion was so calming to him, muscles beginning to ache from the loss of adrenaline. Shakily, he stood, and reached for the commstone to radio to the others. “..Target neutralized. I’m heading back to the Vindicaar.” Vyndoriell’s voice came through, approval in his tone. “Excellent. We’ll see you back there.” Quietly, he placed the stone away, and swayed gently as he took a few steps. His head ached, not used to using so many mind tricks in one sitting. The kaldorei would have time to nurse his wounds when he returned, mental and physical. Aboard the Vindicaar, Dangreth walked through seas of people, some looking at him with alarm. Blood still dripped from his armor, but his demeanor was so devoid of emotion, everyone left him be. Except a particular sin’dorei. Acario perked up when he saw Dangreth turn the corner, heading for the portal back to Dalaran. “Dango! What’s up? How are--” The hunter reached out to take his arm, but recoiled when he saw the amount of blood all over him. Dangreth shook his head, continuing to the portal. “Not now. Later, Acario.” His voice was soft, and tired. Distant, even. The sin’dorei’s ears wilted a little, but smiled regardless. “I’ll be here. Have a good night!” Dangreth barely made it back to his apartment, exhaustion taking its effect. Laoren mewled as she rubbed at his leg, Dangreth picking up the small tuxedo cat, and placing her on the couch. He began to go through the motions of his detox ritual, shedding armor, throwing himself into a bath to wash away the blood, and crawl into his bed. The apartment was quiet and cold, but he didn’t bother starting the fireplace. Why bother, when he was alone, you know? Laoren mewled again, the cat jumping into the bed and taking her place between his horns. Opening his eyes, Dangreth looked to the empty spot in his bed, and whispered softly, the first time he had spoken about her in years. “You were my moon. My stars. My life has been cold without you, and I will never find another like you again.”

With a hum, Dangreth succumbed to exhaustion, dreaming of a time where he was swept up in crystal laughter and arcwine skin. He dreamed of her, for he never will see her again.

[dangreth]

Dance of Thorns (1 of 2)

Dangreth runs into an eredar, who thinks she can outsmart him.

Part 2 is here.

The sound of swift feet on stone broke the bleak and bitter silence of the Antoran Wastes, Illidari making their way to the next wave of demons ahead. Dangreth listened intently to hear who was nearby, sound more reliable than sight with all of the fel energies about. To his left, the sound of heavy boots on stone. Fast, but strong. Vyndoriell. The sin’dorei led them to to their next destination, glaives drawn and ready to be sliced into demonic flesh. Behind and to the right of Dangreth was the sound of bare feet touching the earth, nails scraping against the ground. Strong steps. Karthuro. The Hairball sniffed the air as the three made their way to a portal, pointing them in the right direction.

Dangreth’s eyes widened as he heard an extra set of footsteps, the sound foreign. Hard steps, angry. “We’ve got company!” Dangreth shouted to the others, and the trio readied their weapons to greet their ambusher. A fel fireball came whizzing past the group, each man dodging the attack. An eredar woman appeared, angrily conjuring another fireball to throw. “Shit, one must have gotten away from the last point we were at.” Karthuro mumbled, turning to Vyn for confirmation. Vyn nodded, grumbling beneath his breath. “Appears so. We need to clean up our messes a little better.” Dangreth studied the angry woman carefully before he turned to his allies. “Head to the next point. I can take care of one eredar. Besides, she may be serving as a distraction to our next job.” Vyndoriell hesitated, and opened his mouth to speak before the kaldorei interrupted him. “I'll call for backup on the stone if I need it. But you two are needed elsewhere right now. I'll be fine.” With an irritated sigh, Vyndoriell signaled Karthuro to vacate the area. The two bounded off, leaving Dangreth and the eredar to circle each other.

Dangreth glanced around to make sure the two illidari were finally gone before he had to dodge another fireball from the irate woman. Why was it always crazy women? Shaking his head, Dangreth cleared his head, and many of his glamours began to unravel. “You will all pay for your interference with our summoning! You filthy Illidari know nothing of what is to come from the Legion.” Dangreth sighed, taking small footsteps towards the eredar with an unsettling amount of apathy. “Bold words for a demon who had her squad wiped out. And a summoning, you say? Tell me more. You know, I really like stories.” The kaldorei’s footsteps were soft and gentle, the beginnings of roses blossoming after each step. The demon raised an eyebrow at the magic, and nose twitched at the sudden change of atmosphere between the two. What was once sulfur and fel, was now floral and sweet, and the woman straightened her stance.

Dangreth continued his pace towards her, waving a hand about. He began to circle her slowly, and there was a permanent smirk plastered beneath his visor. “You know, normally I'm charismatic and polite, but there's something about you that I just don't like. I thought eredar were supposed to be strong of mind and body, but you already failed.” The woman snarled, reaching for the dagger at her belt. As Dangreth walked away, she screamed out, hand raised to bring the blade down at the kaldorei’s back, but he was right.

She had already failed.

Roses Dangreth left with each step grew quickly, soft red petals turning a dark purple color. Vines became full of thorns, and grew around the demon’s form rapidly, sharp points digging into skin. She cursed loudly, the thorns keeping her in place and unable to attack the kaldorei before her. When Dangreth turned around, his smirk was gone, along with each ounce of charisma, seduction, and vanity. “My father always told me not to play with my food, but he's not here, so why does it matter?” Dangreth huffed, leaning in towards the woman’s face to get a better look at her. “What were you trying to summon? Your information is very valuable to me, and I'd be happy to let you go should you cooperate.” Snarling, the woman spat at him, trying to wriggle free of her thorny prison. “I know your kind, filthy sayaad-bound. If you think I will break and bend to your will, you have--” A scream was wrenched from her lungs, the hardened vines strangling her form as her mind began to fall apart. It was as if the same vines wormed through her skull, burs scraping at her mind and unraveling everything until she could not think nor breathe anymore. Memories began flashing across her vision, some recent, others thousands of years old. All the while, Dangreth sorted through them, like bony fingers turning pages of a worn book. “I am aware eredar were once a proud race of people. That is, until you willingly turned over to the Legion.” The kaldorei’s voice boomed through her memories, voice not faltering as he continued to pick through her mind, finding the weak spot where he may strike. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD. GET OUT.” she sobbed, writhing in the thorny vines as they slashed through skin, blood beginning to ooze from her wounds. And he did. Dangreth withdrew from her mind, the eredar gasping for breath. As she opened her eyes however, she took note they were no longer in Antoran Wastes, and within the beautiful fields of Mac’aree. She remembered these fields, once a popular spot for picnics with her family. A small laugh was heard, the noise familiar. Turning her head, she took note of a toddler, no more that three years old. He carried a picnic blanket to the hilltop, where his father followed carrying a basket. “Daddy! You’re so slow.” The man laughed, nodding at the small one. “You are very quick, Naataru.” Naataru. The eredar woman’s son. She looked to Dangreth, who appeared to be watching the exchange with her. “A family. How lovely. Must have been nice.” The kaldorei said no more as he reached for his glaives, the weapons giving off a shadowy energy, purple runes igniting. Horror soon crossed her features, and the woman writhed within the vines again, pleading to him. “N-No! Please, I can’t watch this again. Not them! H-He was so young!” Sobs soon joined her voice, begging for Dangreth to stop before he proceeded. But it mattered not. Without care, the kaldorei brought his glaive through the body of the small boy, blue blood splashing across the weapon. As the woman screamed in horror, Dangreth turned to the father and did the same, his body going limp against the ground. The memory began again, child and father rising to the hill, only for Dangreth to end their lives before her over and over again. “You turned to the Legion when they were murdered, so you already failed. Instead of rising against them, you let their deaths be in vain.” Dangreth continued his unmerciful slaughter, blood beginning to pool at his feet from the sheer amount of bodies that began piling up. All corpses of the same two, frozen faces of horror as their lives were ended so abruptly. The demon sobbed and sobbed, unable to turn away from the macabre scene before her. As she screamed, the memory faded, and the two were back in the Wastes together. Gasping for breath, she stared Dangreth down, bitterness in her heart. “You elves know nothing of the Legion. They took everything from us. It was the only thing I could do to save myself.” You elves know nothing of the Legion. As soon as she said it, thorns began to choke her, and this time without care. Dangreth turned back to her, baring his teeth. “You speak as if I do not know. I know the Legion’s wrath FIRST HAND. They took my future from me. THEY TOOK REILA!” Thorns continued to choke her, the woman gasping for breath as Dangreth snarled at her. “You rolled over like the bitch you are. And I did all I could to prevent it from happening again.” Dangreth spat at her, roaring in her face as he commanded the thorns to tear her limb from limb. She had no fucking clue. No one had any idea what the kaldorei had gone through. Dangreth couldn’t remember a time where he was more angry, rage surging through his fel-addled veins. Gasping for breath, she croaked out the answer he needed. “D-Doomlord...d-d-doom…” They were summoning a doomlord. Suddenly, everything was over. The thorns, the blood, the corpses of her loved ones. None of it ever happened.

[dangreth]

State of the Character

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Dangreth Amberblade

Where & Activities: After running from an abusive relationship, Dangreth resettled in a different apartment in Dalaran. However, the move was short lived as Argus appeared, and the kaldorei immediately heeded the call. Along with the other Illidari, Dangreth fights through hordes of demons, taking brief respites within the Veiled Den. While he enjoys the challenge of surviving on a new planet, the demon hunter still remains apprehensive of everyone around him, and also himself.

Life & Personal: When not dealing with the Legion’s advances, Dangreth tends to stay at home, enjoying the quiet and sharpening his glaives. After a lifetime of war and strife, he tends to keep from all of it when not needed. Despite his love of solitude, the kaldorei gets lonely rather easily, and is prone to falling into bad drinking and smoking habits.

Dangreth has few friends, mostly because he sees them as expendable for the most part. He has outlived all of them, making him apathetic to a lot of emotional support friends are supposed to give. Still, he finds a bit of comfort in Medas’s company, and Karthuro’s rivalry has kept him on his toes for the better. The illidari even made friends with a sin’dorei hunter named Acario.

Privately Dealing With: The demon in his head, Nerros. While Dangreth has gotten better at controlling his abilities and himself, there are still times in battle where he loses his mind. He is still nervous about his past relationship, going as far as to lock his door several times before sleeping out of fear he may return.

[dangreth]

Blood Brothers (2/2)

How were we supposed to know?

Everything seemed to happen around the two, Karthuro and Dangreth unable to respond or object to what would be done to them. Armor had been stripped away to assess the damages, Illidari looking to Vyndoriell for an explanation. The only response given was a slow shake of his head, disappointment hidden behind his mask. Karthuro sustained heavy damage to his back, but was fortunate that the kaldorei's claws didn't sever his spine entirely. Dangreth had a gash in his side from where Karthuro bit into him, but his organs only had minor damage. Along with their initial injuries were hasty cauterizations to keep both of them from bleeding out. The medical team mumbled it was fortunate that they remained unconscious for their treatments.

Dangreth slowly came to on the first day, doing his best not to groan in pain from the hasty medical work. They were on the Vindicaar now, the soft hum from the arcane somewhat soothing. Turning his head, he saw that Karthuro was left next to him, healing gashes still raw and ugly.  Dangreth's own gash oozed shallowly with blood, the kaldorei unsure if this injury would even scar. As he began to be lost in thought, he heard the shuffle of the sin’dorei next to him, struggling to move. Karthuro had been placed on his front to allow the cuts to heal, but his hair made it difficult to turn his head. Dangreth gulped the dryness from his throat as the two finally locked gazes, Karthuro through matted hair.

No words needed to be said. There was a level of understanding that no one could truly grasp in that moment, apologies and explanations coming out through the look alone. I didn’t know. I'm sorry. You didn't deserve this. Normally the two would quip and speak ill of each other at every moment they could, but nothing came. Why was Dangreth so jealous of this man? The kaldorei couldn't even remember why anymore, guilt seeping into his bones. Karthuro raised an eyebrow lightly as they looked each other over, eye locked to the nasty bite in Dangreth’s side. Ears drooped a little, a feeling of guilt worming it's way to him as well. Another look between the two silenced the thoughts, however, and everything was okay again. Even without proper eyes, Karthuro could read the kaldorei's features like a book, knowing Dangreth felt the same remorse as he did. Over the course of the day, doctors came to check up on them, but neither said a word, too tired to speak.

The next day, a familiar shuffle of robes woke the two, Medas panicked and frightened. “M-My boys! I'm so glad you're okay!” The elderly elf hobbled towards each of them, assessing their wounds himself. “Are they using the right antiseptics? I should have treated them myself!” Right behind him was Vyndoriell, and he gestured away from his two demon hunters. “Medas, I need to speak to them privately, if that is alright. You can speak to them later.” Frowning, Medas gently pat each elf’s head, and briskly walked away. After watching him leave, Vyn snapped his head in Karthuro and Dangreth’s direction, face hidden, but demeanor apparent. “First of all, I expect an explanation as to how you two nearly killed each other. Secondly, you two were to report back to me what you saw, and you disobeyed a direct order. Lastly, I have had enough of this rivalry between the both of you. A healthy competition is fine, but this..” Vyndoriell gestured to the duo who remained silent as they were scolded. “This is deadly. Uncalled for. How the hell do you two not think this is dangerous?” The sin’dorei pinched the bridge of his nose through his mask, but shook his head. “Well? Do either of you have anything to say?”

Dangreth glanced over at Karthuro, who appeared to be giving him the same bored look. Another day, another scolding from Vyn. How were they to know their metamorphosed selves weren’t the demons they had been slaying? They all ran together at some point, greenish blood, scales, and the like. At least they didn’t kill each other. With a sigh, Dangreth looked away, uncaring for Vyndoriell’s words. As far as he was concerned, he still did not answer to him. Karthuro glanced to Vyndoriell for a moment before shrugging at him, moving to fall back asleep. With an irritated groan, Vyndoriell turned to leave. “Fine. Say nothing. But you both just earned extra work for the next few weeks.” The two grumbled in unison as Vyndoriell left, the thought of working in their current state making them ache. Over the course of the week, Medas came to tend to their wounds, both elves healing much quicker than anticipated. It was only four days in that Karthuro tried to get up to leave, but was harshly reminded that the internal wounds had yet to heal, the sin’dorei letting out an angry shout. The demon hunters were stir-crazy, unused to being sedentary for so long. Dangreth himself tried to leave as well, but a quick rap to the head with Medas’s staff was a harsh reminder to stay still. “What is with you two?! Just sit still!” Medas grumbled about, changing their bandages when he could. Even being in close quarters with each other, the two Illidari refused to speak to one another, everything still too awkward.

One week later, they were cleared to leave. Pain still lingered in their bodies, but the need to hunt was even greater. A week without demon flesh made them weaker, and irritable, and Vyn knew Illidari that stayed at rest tended to be incredibly dangerous. Dangreth still couldn't find words to say, lost each time he moved to speak. It was hard to gauge what Karthuro was thinking when he was quiet, the kaldorei unable to see faces and body language. But maybe that's why he found his company strangely entertaining. Dangreth didn't have to think about what to say to him because the sin’dorei was so loud most of the time. It made him feel...normal. With his mind cleared, Dangreth knew what he had to do.

Two weeks later.

“Karthuro, got something here for you.” The sin’dorei’s ear twitched lightly, and looked towards the Illidari who held out a package for him. Curiously, he took it, and mumbled a small thanks before turning it over in his hands. The package itself smelled faintly of clove cigarettes and cologne, Karthuro knowing exactly who it would be from. With a tired sigh, he opened it, and reached for the object through all the paper. An eyebrow arched, he pulled a large bottle from the box, bringing it close to his face to inspect it. The bottle itself was a dark blue, and was filled to the brim with an unknown substance. Looking around, Karthuro popped the cork to sniff it, and was greeted with a wild aroma of moonberries and other fruit.

And alcohol.

Blinking, he felt a small piece of paper attached to the bottle, and brought it to his face again, reading it carefully.

Drinks are on me, Hairball. -Dangreth