#aethas sunreaver

[lorbitele]

THE Sunreaver! (Shitty preview image quality when viewing from desktops >:(. Go fullscreen!)

[syrosaur]

some fan redesigns I've done lately

[wherethewillowsgroww]

it's for my friend and this is her idea she's a genius！

[akasika]

Hunting for magic books

[chronicallyhaughty]

I saw the animated blood elf teaser on Warcraft's twitter last night.

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"What?"

"It's a whole new way of interacting with the runes! Oh-so-elegant, don't you think?" She's earnest, he can tell even with her short ears.

"But it's–" my spell, Aethas finishes the sentence in his mind, but doesn't say. The human woman blinks at him, expectantly. "Nevermind. Can I see it again?"

She hands the scroll back to him, and there it is. Plain as day, down to the flairs on the runes themselves. His idea, his handwriting, his spell.

His mind reels. What does this mean? He spoke to others about this spell, certainly, because he was proud of it. It's a good spell! Elegant, even. He even showed some of his teachers. Is there a name on it?

His eyes land on a signature. "Council of Dalaran". What? He never submitted it for publishing. And certainly not without it bearing his signature. His classmate yelps when he stalks past her, and then she's calling after him, but he can't hear a word she's saying. He can't stop walking now.

The steps up to the Violet Citadel seem endless under the midday sun. Light, protect me.

It occurs to him, as he stands outside of the room where the Council meets with students, that he could be risking something, here. That by making a fuss he could be marked as "troublesome", depending on which of his fellow students stole it. This could perhaps even destroy any hope he has for becoming Archmage in the city, Sunreaver or not. But... it's his spell. And he can prove it. He knocks on the door.

"Enter," calls a bored-sounding, masculine voice.

Aethas does, finding Archmage Ansirem seated by the round table taking up the floor. It's absolutely covered in parchment. So, perhaps it was just a clerical error! Maybe he can get it fixed easily.

"Archmage Ansirem," Aethas says with a polite bow, "I just had this spell brought to my attention."

He spreads the scroll out over a mostly flat part of the table. Archmage Ansirem glances at it, then at Aethas with a wan smile.

"Yes, that. Quite good, isn't it? If you've academic questions, your teachers should be more than adequate–"

"It's my spell." It feels good to say. His voice echoes a bit in the cavernous ceiling.

Archmage Ansirem's smile... thins.

"No. Look at the signature, there: Council of Dalaran. You're mistaken."

Aethas is stunned, again, for the second time in an hour.

"But. I wrote it."

"Based on Dalaran magical principles older than you, boy."

"But it was my idea to shape them like this–"

"You listen to me." Archmage Ansirem slams his hand on the table, making Aethas jump.

"You're an apprentice. You don't own anything you write within these scholarly halls. Listen to yourself, would you deprive everyone of easier runework out of a misguided desire for clout? For status?" After making up these possible motivations – and certainly not projecting, surely – the Archmage leans back in his chair once more, clearly pleased with himself. "Ridiculous. Learn this lesson well, boy: it doesn't matter what your family name is. Nobody will believe you over us. Now get out of my sight."

Standing outside on those steps, mass-produced scroll crumpling in one shaking fist, Aethas thinks that Archmage Ansirem was right about one thing. He will learn this lesson well.

Don't trust the Council.

[hallafall]

All *I* ever wanted was to study

[lemonaera]

slightly updated cap of aethas during the purge of dalaran

[angels-arbys]

I think about his trading post gossip a lot now.

[lostywrites]

Summary:

The Hidden Ones encounter a mysterious traveller from Azeroth. Recognising an opportunity to forge new alliances and expand their influence, they appoint Basim Ibn Ishaq, a devoted disciple, as their representative.

In a realm where ancient lore and magic are as tangible as the air he breathes, Basim must rely on his wits, skills, and newfound connections to fulfill his mission and unlock secrets that could change the fate of both worlds.

A Warcraft/Assassin's Creed Mirage crossover fic. Set before the events of Dragonflight and Valhalla.

Playlist

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9

Chapter 10 - The First Ones

Khadgar let out a soft sigh as he leaned back. “I’ve always admired their resilience. Always in search of opportunities to grow and make our world a better place to be in. And you, Basim, have significantly contributed to this mission.”

Basim, aiming to sound modest, replied, “Much of it wouldn’t have been possible without Wrathion’s support.”

“True, but you’ve tackled much of the heavy lifting. That’s exactly why you’ve earned your spot here in my private hot spring,” Khadgar said in jest. Then his voice lowered, a more personal note creeping into his tone. "And Roshan, how is she managing all this?"

A slight smile played at the corners of Basim’s mouth as he picked up on the hint of concern in the mage's voice. “Why the sudden interest? Is this why you invited me here? Hoping to dig a little deeper about Roshan?”

Khadgar chuckled, a flush creeping up his neck, visible even in the steamy air. “Well, she is an impressive woman, commanding respect and admiration. It’s hard not to be,” he cleared his throat, “impressed.”

“You should speak with her more.”

“Ah, but my command of languages isn’t as polished as yours, Basim. I fear I might just embarrass myself trying to communicate.” 

Basim’s laughter echoed around the warm space, blending with the murmur of the hot spring. “Perhaps, but I suspect Roshan would find your efforts more charming than foolish.”

Khadgar's face brightened, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in his eyes. “If she ever gets a break from her work at the bureau, I'd be thrilled to have her visit my workshop at the Violet Citadel. I've been doing a bit of tinkering myself, and given her passion for explosives...well, it's something I've developed quite a knack for, too.”

“It seems like you two have quite a bit in common, and it could be a great way to break the ice. You should extend that invitation, then.” 

“Perhaps I will,” Khadgar considered, his expression thoughtful as he relaxed further into the warm water. His smile persisted, softened by a contented sigh.

[serhiasilverdawn]

[relamune]

another alignment chart of my favorite WoW characters because I was bored & these are fun

[syrosaur]

I will die on this hill

[akasika]

Aethas as a hawk-like medium-sized blue dragon. He has very long swept-back wings. Loves to have a crunchy mana crystals from Azsuna for a snack

[hallafall]

six survivors

[lemonaera]

( 'play with fire' playing in the distance ) anyway #4 is bella and aethas