#dalaen

[neopronouns]

flag id: two flags with 7 stripes. the left flag's stripes are pink, dark pink, very dark bluish-purple, light pink-red, medium dark faded blue, dark faded blue, and very dark purple. the right flag's stripes are soft indigo, indigo, very dark blue, pale silver, faded red-pink, dark faded pink, and very dark blue. end id.

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dalaegirl | bellaeboy

dalaegirl/dalae darcygirl: being both dalaen (dalae darcian) and a darcygirl; a dalaen girl; a darcygirl who is exclusively attracted to women and those who do not primarily identify as men

bellaeboy/bellae bennetboy: being both bellaen (bellae bennetian) and a bennetboy; a bellaen girl; a bennetboy who is exclusively attracted to men and those who do not primarily identify as women

[pt: dalaegirl/dalae darcygirl: being both dalaen (dalae darcian) and a darcygirl; a dalaen girl; a darcygirl who is exclusively attracted to women and those who do not primarily identify as men

bellaeboy/bellae bennetboy: being both bellaen (bellae bennetian) and a bennetboy; a bellaen girl; a bennetboy who is exclusively attracted to men and those who do not primarily identify as women. end pt]

for anon! colors are from the darcygirl/bennetboy and darcian/bennetian flags arranged into the darcygirl/bennetboy flags' format.

tags: @radiomogai, @liom-archive, @orientation-archive, @fem-mogai, @macchiane, @genderstarbucks, @sugar-and-vice-mogai, @kiruliom, @freezingnarc | dni link

[ryanyflags]

darciangender | dalaengender bennetiangender | bellaengender

More orientationgender flags :3

Definitions:

darciangender: when your darcian identity is so intrinsically tied to your gender that you absolutely cannot separate the two.

dalaengender: when your dalaen (dalae darcian) identity is so intrinsically tied to your gender that you absolutely cannot separate the two.

bennetiangender: when your bennetian identity is so intrinsically tied to your gender that you absolutely cannot separate the two.

bellaengender: when your bellaen (bellae bennetian) identity is so intrinsically tied to your gender that you absolutely cannot separate the two.

Alt terms could be dalaemoricgender and bellaemoricgender.

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The colours come from their base flags (linked in their names), and are rearranged the fit the gradient order of this style of orientationgender flags.

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I think they're really pretty :D

[revenant-coining]

Do you know a term that is both jasmaen and valaen? So like, a jeularian version

If not, could you coin?

there's valmaen (link) ! "being violaen, lilaen, dalaen, and bellaen; being both valaen and jasmaen; being both dalilaen and viobelaen"

[aquariclione]

dalaen, bellaen and jasmaen flags!!

i picked the colors from the respective flowers :)

Dalae Darcian, dalaen, or dalaemoric, is a darcian who is exclusively attracted to women, alongside all non-women who do not primarily identify as men. Dalaen may include those who are partial/sometimes/etc. men, which includes those who are multigender, genderfluid, and so on. Comes from dahlias.

Bellae Bennetian, bellaen, or bellaemoric, is a bennetian who is exclusively attracted to men, alongside all non-men who do not primarily identify as women. Bellaen may include those who are partial/sometimes/etc. women, which includes those who are multigender, genderfluid, and so on. Comes from bellflowers.

Jasmae Jaustenian, jasmaen, or jasmaemoric, is someone who identifies with both dalaen and bellaen. This is generally due to sexuality and/or gender fluidity. Comes from jasmine flowers.

terms are by the wonderful @kenochoric !!

@neopronouns @mogai-sunflowers @gendernasiterna tagging for vis :)

[arco-pluris]

What is straight? Is it the opposite gender attraction so mlw wlm or is it different gender attracted man loving either nonbinary or women, women loving man or nonbinary or nonbinary loving man or women..?

it can be either. it can include those who are exclusively duaric (such as dalaens and bennetians), those who are heterenboric (differosexuals, contraics, enanteics, penultisexuals, etc.) there are several examples of straight queer. the limit is always within ones own self-determination.

[zanpyreanor]

[Story] Interview with Iviaen

The Sunblade Estate, Blackened Woods ——

Downstairs, Lyral pointed one of his mages to Iviaen's position then spoke, "Mister Brightblaze. We understand you've escaped from imprisonment, this is good. You need a good vetting before you're allowed to be among your own."

Iviaen turned and looked at the Magistrix who gently ushered him away from cooking and over to the others, "I've been vetted already," His usually sweet voice became harsh and scolding, "If you think I'd thoughtlessly endanger everyone here by coming here directly after escape, you're stupid. We already removed the devices they affixed us with."

Lyral sighed, "Yes. I know whom you went to see, but we still need to examine you. Come, take us to a private space where we can chat."

Iviaen turned and sat down at the kitchen table, "There are no private places here." He eyed the man with suspicion; he had seen the man before the Pyreanor but didn't know much about him, he seemed like a friend though, "What do you wish to know?"

Serita takes a muffin and eats, watching the cooking, peering at the chicken in the oven. Her gaze turns to the rice. She could cook rice, and her ears perked as she checked everything and listened to the conversation.

Tyan grunted, "I awoke from slumber not long ago. Zan's. Something is wrong with Zan. Very very wrong. He still exists, but he's not the same anymore."

Iviaen bowed his head, "They were going to do experiments on us. They had us in these cages, with, birdcages really close to us so the animals could bond with us or something. And they might have done it to Zan."

"A bird?" Than grunted, "It could be worse; we won't have to de-fel him."

Iviaen shook his head, "They were rather kind to us, and incredibly incompetent. I'm surprised he hasn't already escaped."

Lyran moved to Iviaen, "Let me touch your mind? I'm told they've placed compulsions in minds."

The idea of a stranger getting into his mind was incredibly startling for Iviaen. He'd need more disclosure and trust before he'd allow such things, "Who are you?" Iviaen asked. Something snapped in his mind, his eyes widened, and pinfeathers began to appear in his long white hair, "Wh-who?"

Serita heard the half hoot and answered with one of her own before turning and looking around to see who brought the other owl.

Iviaen twitched and pulled away from Lyral as the priest moved closer to him, he repeated, "Wh-who?"

Lyral raised his hand and the two spell breakers moved, one to each side of Iviaen. They grabbed his arms and held him in place so Lyral could do his work.

Iviaen went into a panic, and struggled to free himself from the hands of Lyral's men. His form shifted into that of a winged elf with only pinfeathers on his wings, then into the shape of an anthro-elf with tail feathers, then into a straight up snowy owl and flew away from them, hooting in a panic. He perched atop a door frame and hooted again, his glowing fel-green eyes narrowed in a rage.

Aidana entered the kitchen and looked around to see what trouble Serita was in. She spotted the owl perched on the doorframe and tilted her head, then spotted Serita watching the other owl with wide eyes, "Serita!"

"I didn't do it!" Serita replied automatically.

Aidana looked around and asked, "Who is that?"

The Iviowl let out some soft warbles.

"Mister Iviaen!" Serita replied.

Lyral looked up at Iviaen, "Well it seems he's not the only one slated to become a bird."

"I wonder what kind of bird they turned Zan into. Probably a rooster. I'll never get over the cock jokes and the calls at the crack of dawn," Tyan sighed.

Aidana looked at the Iviowl, then at Serita, and walked through the cluster of Magisters and Inquisitors to grab a muffin. Between bites, she said, "Alright. I'll make sure the cooking doesn't burn. You calm him down and get him off the door."

"Yes, Ma'am," replied Serita as she popped the last of her muffin into her mouth. She moved over beneath the doorframe and spoke to Iviaen in a series of soft warbles, taking off her leather belt and wrapping it around her arm, then beckoning him down.

Iviowl warbled back and flew down from the doorframe. He landed on her shoulder.

She winced slightly, muttered, "Soft claws", then warbled to him again and patted his wing.

Iviowl hooted and released his claws. He floofed up, feathers on end. He's a very floofy and slightly wide owl.

Serita looks at Lyral, "I didn't know you could do that, Mister."

Lyral shook his head, "He just did that on his own."

Serita looked thoughtfully up at the owl and hummed softly.

Iviowl seemed to be in a panic.

Lyral pinched the bridge of his nose, "Now I've dealt with a lot of things. I'm not sure how to handle the reliquary owl."

Dalaen walked in, "Reliquary--owl?"

Lyral pointed to the Iviowl, "That's Iviaen Brightblaze."

Dalaen looked at Iviaen then began to laugh, "Oh Light, you're a hooter."

Aidana facepalmed at Dalaen, and shook her head. "That was totally not the proper reaction," she stated, her tone flat.

Serita huffed and warbled at Iviowl, grabbing a towel and walking Iviowl out of the kitchen, and into a dark room. "Aidana can finish cooking." she said, as she draped the towel over their heads. "Calm yourself, this is not permanent.  They did this to you, didn't they?" she asked.

Iviowl bobbed his head.

"You will be able to change back," she said softly.  "Mister Dalaen wouldn't find it funny if it were done to him." she huffed, giving the direction of the kitchen a baleful glare.

Iviowl seemed to have calmed down substantially now.

"Think of it as a- what is the spell you use to turn enemies into a sheep?  That spell," said Serita, thinking of combat on the Broken Shore that she had witnessed, "You know your usual shape. You know the shape you are in now."

Iviowl's talons tap softly against Serita's shoulder. He then moves from her body onto the floor and arcane power swirled around his little owl body. Poof. Iviaen was... Iviaen again.

Iviaen rubbed his head, "I've got such a weird craving for meat."

Serita smiled at Iviaen, then looped the towel over her arm. "Owls eat meat. We- they- are carnivorous. You've just changed for the first time, and you're going to be ravenous.  Your clothes won't fit right.  Mass becomes energy used in the transformation, and it burns fuel." she explained, leading him back into the kitchen.

Iviaen looked down at his robes, "So you eat a lot all the time?"

"Have you seen how much meat we go through?" She asked, then chuckled, "You should see Nuada after a flight."

"I presume you also don't shift a whole lot. You just remain in your wingy forms," Iviaen rubbed his chin.

"We shift a lot at first. The wingy form is a negotiation," she replied. "I do not use it here, there are too many people, and I do not think that the Lord would like talon marks in his furniture."

She rummaged until she found another bottle of whiskey, then poured a glass full and handed it to Iviaen, along with a hunk of sausage scavenged from the cooler, which she sliced into small chunks and presented to him on a plate.  The paladin pointedly ignored the rest of the kitchen's occupants as she did this. She handed him a fork, held out the platter for him, and said, "You will have little control these first few days. Drink the whiskey, eat the sausage; the liquor will calm you, the sausage is meat."

Iviaen inhaled both the whiskey and the meat, his stomach growled.

Lyral eyed Iviaen but kept his distance, "I think he's been through enough for one day. Where's the other one?"

Tyan pinched the bridge of his nose, "Keylorian. Where's Keylorian?"

Dalaen pointed up, upstairs.

Serita found half of a leftover roast and sliced a generous portion, then repeated the same cutting that she had done with the sausage, and slid the cut roast onto the plate.  "I know you are hungry, but try to eat slowly.  You are teaching your owl what is good, and how to be Sin'dorei."

Iviaen took a fork and knife and began to slowly eat the food, proper posture, proper manners, he paused, "Carve and shred those chickens, then stick the shredded chicken in a pot and pour the spiced glaze from one of the other pots in, then add the rice, and stir."

Kailias was still sitting at the table. He didn't seem at all alarmed by any of this, at least not any more so than he was before. He simply sipped his tea.

[neopronouns]

flag id: three flags with 7 stripes. the left flag's stripes are very dark indigo, medium dark faded pink-purple, light purple, off-white, light pink, medium dark pink, and very dark purple. the middle flag's stripes are very dark purple, indigo, soft purple, pinkish-white, soft blue, blue, and very dark blue. the right flag's stripes are very dark purple, dark faded blue, dull indigo, cream, pale orange, faded red-pink, and dark silver. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

dalilaen | viobelaen | valmaen

dalilaen: being both dalaen (dalae darcian/dalaemoric) and lilaen (lilae lesbian/lilaemoric); a darcian and lesbian who is exclusively attracted to women, alongside all other genders that are not primarily male. a dalilaen may experience attraction towards whose who partly or additionally connect with manhood if they are also (an)other gender(s), such as those who are multigender, genderfluid, etc.

viobelaen: being both violaen (violae veldian/violaemoric) and bellaen (bellae bennetian/bellaemoric); a veldian and bennetian who is exclusively attracted to men, alongside all other genders that are not primarily female. a viobelaen may experience attraction towards whose who partly or additionally connect with womanhood if they are also (an)other gender(s), such as those who are multigender, genderfluid, etc.

valmaen: being violaen, lilaen, dalaen, and bellaen; being both valaen and jasmaen; being both dalilaen and viobelaen

[pt: dalilaen: being both dalaen (dalae darcian/dalaemoric) and lilaen (lilae lesbian/lilaemoric); a darcian and lesbian who is exclusively attracted to women, alongside all other genders that are not primarily male. a dalilaen may experience attraction towards whose who partly or additionally connect with manhood if they are also (an)other gender(s), such as those who are multigender, genderfluid, etc.

viobelaen: being both violaen (violae veldian/violaemoric) and bellaen (bellae bennetian/bellaemoric); a veldian and bennetian who is exclusively attracted to men, alongside all other genders that are not primarily female. a viobelaen may experience attraction towards whose who partly or additionally connect with womanhood if they are also (an)other gender(s), such as those who are multigender, genderfluid, etc.

valmaen: being violaen, lilaen, dalaen, and bellaen; being both valaen and jasmaen; being both dalilaen and viobelaen. end pt]

lilaen + dalaen, violaen + bennetian, and valaen + jasmaen terms for anon!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

[neopronouns]

binaryn't loving binary anon. yeah. but instead of being "equaric/symmaic" it's "contraic" if that makes sense. it's "exclusive" just as darcian/bennetian/het and lesbian/veldian/gay (but not like lilaen, violaen, dalaen, bellaen and jasmaen).

gotcha, it's queued!

[neopronouns]

pinnaen | campaen | officaen

pinnaen/pinnaemoric/pinnae straight: a straight person who is exclusively attracted to women, alongside anyone else who does not primarily identify as a man. a pinnaen person may be attracted to those who are partial/sometimes/etc. men, such as multigender or genderfluid folks.

campaen/campaemoric/campae straight: a straight person who is exclusively attracted to men, alongside anyone else who does not primarily identify as a woman. a pinnaen person may be attracted to those who are partial/sometimes/etc. women, such as multigender or genderfluid folks.

officaen/officaemoric/officae straight: someone who is both pinnaen and campaen

for anon! these are very similar to dalaen/bellaen/jasmaen, but with the terms ‘darcian’, ‘bennetian’, and ‘jaustenian’ replaced with ‘straight’. the flags are based on those flags, but with some of the stripes replaced with shades of grey, representing the vagueness/simplicity of the term ‘straight’. ‘pinnae’ comes from ‘pinnata’, the scientific name of the garden dahlia; ‘campae’ comes from ‘campanula’, the genera of bellflowers; and ‘officae’ comes from ‘officinale’, the scientific name of the common jasmine!

flag id: the left flag has 6 stripes. in order, they are dark indigo, faded pink, reddish-pink, very light pinkish-red, grey, and dark grey. the center flag has 6 stripes. in order, they are dark faded blue, bright blue, soft blue, very light blue-grey, grey, and dark grey. the right flag has 7 stripes. in order, they are faded dark pink, dull red-pink, very light dull red-orange, very light dull red, white, grey, and dark grey. end id.

dni transcript here

[neopronouns]

can you make terms like violae veldian but for straight ppl? can you make it match the theme of 'flowers' (bellae, lilae, violae, jasmae, etc) /gen im bigender and straight and also veldian and want a term to cover all of myself hell yeah

dalaen, bellaen, and jasmaen already exist!

[zanpyreanor]

[Story] Dalaen's Departure

The Inquisitor’s Infirmary

The day after the attack.

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Dalaen Dushallow, the prissy athletic magister resident of the Pyreanor, with his long wavy auburn hair and nightgown robes, stirred from his slumber long before the rest of the critically wounded, he opened his eyes and glanced around the room then at the IV in his arm, "Oh Light no, get that shit out of my arm. Get it out!" 

A tall figure with white hair in priest robes walked over to Dalaen, his eyes sunken in and baggy from lack of sleep and possibly dehydration, "What?" This was Zan's partner, Tyan Sunbrand, who remained at the side of those injured in the attack on the Pyreanor. 

Dalaen went into a panic, his ears lowered and he started to shake, he let out a frantic, "Get that shit out of my arm now!" 

"You've lost a lot of blood, they have been giving you transfusions and hydration and calories through that," the priest explained in a firm but gentle tone. 

"Get. It. Out," Dalaen seemed both forceful and frightened, his voice strained, his breath heavy. 

Tyan let out a deep sigh then took the bedridden elf's arm into his hands, "Does the brave Dalaen Dushallow have a phobia? Take a deep breath." 

Dalaen took a deep breath then gave a nod. 

Tyan paused the saline drip then he carefully removed the catheter from Dalaen's arm, put pressure on the wound, and then mended it closed. 

Dalaen got out of bed, stumbled from the room, opened a portal, leapt through it, then the portal closed behind him. He would have none of this bullshit. 

Tyan rubbed his temples, "Fantastic." He put his hand up to his com device, "Dalaen just escaped from the infirmary. Jayir, is he over with you?"

 "Hold on, let me check," replied Jay. Several minutes later the Pyreanor cousin replied, "No."

Tyan wrung his hands as if he wanted to choke a certain Magi, "Very well, let me know if he turns up."

[zanpyreanor]

[Story] Dalaen’s Hideaway

Somewhere in the east Thalassian mountains.

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Dalaen stepped into the control room, onto the linoleum tile, the dark, metal, and magic reinforced walls of the room, and moved over to the island part of the young male elf's desk and leaned heavily upon it. While he still had his jewelry, he was no longer wearing his fancy silken night robe; he instead wore a standard white hospital gown that closed in back.

The young man, Westalen , was an awkward looking black haired man with violet tinkerers' goggles that had an assortment of magnifying glasses on them. He wore a violet vest and black slacks. The young elf looked Dalaen over, opened his mouth to say something, stopped himself, and then finally spoke, "You look like death. Let me help you." He rose, walked over to Dalaen's side, slipped his shoulder under one of Dalaen's arms, and grabbed Dalaen's arm with his hand. He led Dalaen to the sitting room, then into one of the guest bedrooms.

The elderly Magistrix, Lady Phoenixfall, wore her silvered hair in a tight bun and crimson robes typical of a Magistrix, entered the room, looked Dalaen up and down from the doorway, and covered her mouth.

Westalen pulled back the sheets and ushered Dalaen into the bed then pulled the covers up, he fidgeted awkwardly and quickly left the room, "I'll go fix the tea and snacks."

Lady Phoenixfall pulled up a chair and looked at Dalaen, "What happened to you? Why do you look like you just escaped an infirmary?"

"I got shot. Repeatedly. Someone attacked the place I live," Dalaen explained.

Lady Phoenixfall questioned, "How did you survive?"

"Healers showed up. Also I had a few of these on me," Dalaen held up a soul stone, a wry smile crossed his lips.

Lady Phoenixfall seemed puzzled, "And they took you to an infirmary and you, despite needing healing and rest, escaped the infirmary wearing only a patient's gown, with your ass hanging out for all to see?"

Westalen walked back into the room and stood beside Lady Phoenixfall.

"I woke up and there was a tube in my arm, and it was put there by a needle. I don't like people sticking things in me," Dalaen explained.

Westalen just opened his mouth again for a moment then turned and walked away.

"Oh yes. You have a phobia of needles, I recall reading it in your file. So you came here away from the nasty medics who stuck the needle and tube in you," Lady Phoenixfall looked Dalaen over, "You're still injured, it looks like you've been healed to stability but left to recover naturally. There must have been many severe injuries to warrant that method. I'll call in a medic and have a healer work on you."

"No. I don't want one. I'll recover on my own, thanks," Dalaen snapped back at her.

Westalen returned with two teacups with tea bags in them, a tiny cup with sugar cubes, a spoon, a plate with a grilled cheese sandwich, and another plate piled high with little crackers, slices of cheese, and meats. He set the tray down on the bed's end table then handed Dalaen the sandwich then left the room again.

"So describe your attackers to me," the elderly Magistrix put two cubes of sugar in each teacup then poured the hot water from the kettle into the teacups.

"They wore masks. Like, masquerade masks that were undecorated. I don't know much about them. The alarm went off while I was relaxing, I went to see what was going on, but I forgot my shoes. There was an evacuation order but I figured someone just lit the workshop on fire with malfunctioning tinkers again and I was going to use magic to put it out," Dalaen took the sandwich and took several bites before he continued, "There was a trail of blood going upstairs, there was broken glass and combat down below. I went back to my room to fetch my shoes, came back to find Brother Sunbrand blocking my way with a light-barrier as he frantically healed his brother, other Brother Sunbrand, from arrow wounds. The idiot had also trapped Deadshot Sunrunner in the barrier so he couldn't fight." Dalaen continued to explain between bites of food, "The attackers came up to the second floor where I was trapped, with Sunbrand's barrier, Sunbrand, and Sunrunner between myself and them. They ripped the barrier down, Sunrunner grabbed Sunbrand and ran into a room, and they left me defenseless. I turned and ran for one of the nearby bedrooms but I didn't make it. I woke up in an infirmary."

Lady Phoenixfall handed Dalaen a cup of tea on a tiny platter, "Did Sunrunner and Sunbrand survive?"

Dalaen nodded, "Yeah. They were in the infirmary with me when I awoke. I left before I could ask any questions."

Phoenixfall gave a nod, "That's good. What became of Magister Brightblaze?"

Dalaen took another bite of his food and shrugged, "He probably evacuated."

"Very well then, we'll bring you food and drink every few hours, Westalen will help you to and from the bathroom if you need. Stay in bed until you're better. Sleep for now, I'll bring you a book to read later," Lady Phoenixfall instructed, her voice especially firm with her order for bed rest.

[zanpyreanor]

CW Prompt: Introduction

Tell us about your character! What are their favorite things, their least favorite things? How old are they? Have they been in any battle.

Let's say we were meeting for the first time at Kit's Tavern Night, How would you introduce yourself?

Zan: Massive Idiot who really isn’t.

The Zan character has been played for many many years, so some of his developments may seem over the top, but it's largely due to all the things he's done since BC.

Zan is the fourth of six children (blame the dice) of a now deceased high priest and a ranger captain and was the late bloomer of his family, having flunked out of seminary and everything else he tried. He spent most of his life before the fall of Quel'thalas helping his retired mother around the family jewelry shop; which was the front half of a third of a building which the family lived in. It's located at 24 Phoenix Way, the Bazaar, Silvermoon. Zan was a shop boy, accountant, and artisan crafter. As a non-combatant, when Zan noticed the first undead wandering the Bazaar he locked up the shop, covered the windows with blankets and blocked them with shelves, then locked himself in a large hidden walk-in safe closet.

By pure luck, the building he was in wasn't destroyed, his family's part of the building had some damage but it was salvagable, other parts of the building reqired repair. Zan's sisters managed to escape the Scourge alive and found their brother. They brought a priest named Tyan Sunbrand who they'd rescued with them and entrusted their brother with babysitting him. With their flight from Silvermoon they collected other survivors, Dalaen Duskhallow and Iviaen Brightblaze, and the three along with Tyan's brother and nephew wound up staying attached to the Pyreanor clan as their homes and families were lost, and they had nothing to return to.

To Zan's surprise, his parents had bank account not just in Quel'thalas but in other locations, too. He sent Iviaen as an agent to collect those funds and began loaning out money to those seeking to rebuild their businesses while the vaults in Quel'thalas were still smoldering.

Zan fell for Tyan shortly before the rest of his family and friends went off with Kael'thas, leaving him alone. In the time shortly before the departure, Zan befriended Kemnebi Sunrunner, a psychologically malfunctioning and half-feral ranger whom he managed to earm the trust of by providing food and eventually Tyan's healing. When Zan fell into a deep depression with his friends and family gone, and Kemnebi realized that something was wrong when three days passed without a food visitation. He tracked Zan down and remained at Zan's residence indefinitely. As time passed, Zan gave up on his family returning. Kemnebi taught him to tinker to help him pass the time and Zan began to create not only jewelry but little practical gadgets as well.

Eventually his family returned, without Tyan, but with rumors of his death by a creature called a Naaru. He learned of the Blood Knight Order from his uncle, and that the creature that killed Tyan was being used to grant people access to the Light. Zan took his elder sister's sword and sought to join the order and heal in Tyan's place or at least avenge Tyan. One rejection, one full body sunburn from a Naaru later, and his uncle pulling a bunch of strings including taking on training Zan himself, he successfully joined the order. Since he was a -5 on the scale of 0 to hero, Zan had to work arguably harder than most of the other initiates just to be on an even footing.

Tyan turned out to be alive and eventually Tyan reciprocated Zan's affection. The Pyreanor became a boarding house, expanded into the rest of its building, and built more floors, making it what it is today. He's also managed to get security clearances and has various associations with a number of different groups, including a group of Inquisitors through Tyan and a Reliquary vault through Dalaen and Iviaen.

Zan enjoys cooking, cuddling, inventing, and cracking jokes. He finds those who take themselves too seriously or are cruel just to be cruel distasteful, he finds those that lust after or flaunt power and authority unbecoming.

He plays dumb and has a self-depreciating sense of humor. For many people it's hard to take him seriously, he seems like an idiot, but he's hiding his potential beneath his facade, and beneath that he's hiding a lifetime of guilt, self-loathing, and failure that very few ever see.

Zan is old enough to know better but young enough to not give a damn. He's largely chaotic good and holds moral law above written law whenever he can safely do so.

Those who delve deep into Zan's file at the Blood Knight hall will find a service record that shows he served in many battles throughout the Outland campaign at the rank of Knight as a healer, and then senior healer. The Blood Knights worked with the Shattered Sun offensive during the Sunwell campaign and pre-campaign. One notable incident during that era for Zan was a time the unit he served in was purging Felblood Elves from the Throne of Kil'jaden, which ended disastrously when the unit found itself face to face with Kazzak. This wiped out a majority of the infantry and command, leaving the healers and back line alone. He called the back line back and the group of survivors together, behind arcane and light barriers, managed to get down off the mountain to safety with minimal further casualties, which landed the awkward light-wielding tinkerer-accountant a battlefield promotion in command of a small unit throughout the Sunwell campaign. He proved surprisingly competent when pushed came to shove, and his group did well. The result of this was the battlefield promotion to Champion before the final battle for the well and a larger force under his command.

After the second Scourge attack on Quel'thalas, Zan took a leave of absence and traveled with the Argent Dawn, now the Argent Crusade, to Northrend. He assisted them, and then the Ashen Verdict, in the war against the Lich King because fuck that guy, though Zan didn't really get much farther than helping secure the citadel, and wasn't among the heroes who vanquished Arthas.

When he returned to Quel'thalas he shifted to reservist status and spent his service time working as a desk jock so he can spend more time watching over home, family, and business.

Zan drifts where he's needed, or where he's interested in sharing his healing and inventive abilities. As a reservist, he's sometimes called to work with vanguard forces as an agent of the Blood Knight Order largely providing not healing but his technical expertise in establishing infrastructure. Once a new front's infrastructure is secure, he returns home.

Zan doesn't talk about his combat experience, most people who were not there or don’t have access to his file probably don't know all that much about it. People know he sets up communication arrays, that he will create light hands to slap people upside the head when they're acting stupid, and can locate people if they leave their com device keyed up long enough.

His playing dumb routine is how he shirks responsibility, he's actually dangerously clever and his routine tricks people into doing what they should never do--underestimate him. Along the same thought line, he's doesn't flaunt his rank, or display his full potential--the extent of his skills is a jealously guarded secret left for those rare moments when shit gets real. People are left wondering why this idiot is a reserve in the Order's roster at all.

When meeting people for the first time, Zan's likely to smile a big stupid smile and introduce himself as, "Hi I'm Zandrae Pyrenaor, but you can call me "You Idiot."" Yes, he finger quotes that shit.

[zanpyreanor]

[Story] The Lover Senses

Inquisitor’s Infirmary, Sunfury Spire

——

Tyan startled awake from his slumber in a reclining chair. He was in the Inquisitors Infirmary, somewhat high security medical facility in the Sunfury Spire. He’d remained there with his brothers and Azara.

Rialius, Illidari and Tyan’s eldest brother, glanced up at Tyan and addressed him with a firm voice, "Go back to sleep."

Ollie, the young Death Knight brother of the other Pyreanor, sat motionless on a stool between Youls and Leiah, this sort of oddly sweet looking but oddly dark presence loomed over them.

"Something has happened to Zan," Tyan’s ears fanned back and he bit his lip, he had a look of worry on his face.

Ceroluthrel sat with Miastal, the injured youngest Sunbrand brother. His head turned in the direction of his other brother in law. "What did you see?"

Tyan looked to Ceroluthrel, "I saw nothing. It felt like for just a moment he ceased to be, and then he was... different and strange."

"Hmm." The Illidari tilted his head. "Strange, how?"

Tyan frowned, "Like they,” he gave a long pause, “did something to him. To the very core of him. Like he's not him anymore."

"Dig deeper.  If you can still feel him, he is still there."  replied Ceroluthrel as his ears fanned back. "Try to discern the nature of his change."

Tyan closed his eyes, "Part of him is still there. If he returns on his own he cannot be trusted. I know when they've captured Ria in the past, they've placed spell-based compulsions, strong ones on her, very pervasive ones. Others recued had compulsions too. Iviaen and Keylorian cannot be trusted either. They must be checked for compulsions."

"Have we heard from anyone?" inquired Ceroluthrel. He pulled out a sharpening stone and honing oil, and began to work on his glaives.

Tyan replied, "Keylorian and Iviaen returned on their own. They escaped, Zan and Nuadathiel didn't make it through the portal from what I am told."

Ceroluthrel raised a brow, "Have they been examined?"

Tyan frowned, "Dalaen said that Iviaen went straight to cooking and that Keylorian went, talked to Talethiel, Danil, then curled up in a corner with thistle chocolate given to him by Lady Goldweaver."

Ceroluthrel's frown deepened. "They need to be checked."

Tyan nodded, "We may have to... acquire a portal to their location. They may be mostly fine and just really traumatized. But they also might know what the plan was for themselves and Zan. they might be able to tell me what's wrong with him."

Ceroluthrel stands. "I'll go find the Inquisitor."  The honing oil and stone disappear into a belt pouch and he wipes his glaives off with a soft cloth before stowing them in their harness.  With a pat to Rialius's shoulder, he exited the infirmary.

The Illidari found a guard approaching the entrance to the infirmary.  "Greetings. I need to see Inquisitor Lyral."

The guard turned and walked away to fetch Lyral.

[zanpyreanor]

The Society Strikes Masterpost

This is not a complete list of all of The Society related posts, just ones for this particular series of unfortunate events. 

For those unfamiliar with what the heck The Society is (which is most people), it’s a nebulous organization of Sin’dorei (and Quel’dorei) magisters with a positive reputation who have been secretly playing god, kidnapping the poor, the weak, the vulnerable, doing experiments on them, and other not cool things.

Some folks managed to aggro them and shit happened. 

The three parts in the “Execution” series of posts all occur in tandem, or closely together. 

Ravennia sat at her desk

It was to be a three-pronged assault

Staging and Execution (1)

Some Unexpected Allies

The Facepalm Inquisition

Execution: Pyreanor (Part 1)

Execution: Pyreanor (Part 2)

Execution: Pyreanor (Part 3)

Execution: Pyreanor (Part 4)

Execution (2) Sunhammer Estate (Part 1)

Execution (3) Dawnraker Estate (Part 1)

Execution: Pyreanor (Part 5) 

Rude Awakening

Re: Rude Awakening 

Execution (2) Sunhammer Estate (Part 2)

Execution (3) Dawnraker Estate (Part 2)

Execution: Pyreanor (Part 6)

No One Expects the Thalassian Inquisition

Sanctuary at the Sunblade (Part 1)

Waking Laereth

Interlude, Enemy Territory

Execution (3) Dawnraker Estate (part 3)

Execution (2) Sunhammer Estate (part 3)

Execution (3) Dawnraker Estate (part 3.2) 

Execution (3) Dawnraker Estate (part 3.3) 

Execution (3) Dawnraker Estate (part 3.4)  

Execution (3) Dawnraker Estate (part 3.5)  

Capture 

The Edge on Broken Shore 

Communication is Key 

Communication is Key (Part 2) 

Communication is Key (Part 3)

Communication is Key (Part 4) 

Communication is Key (Part 5) 

Communication is Key (Part 6) 

An interrogation 

An Interrogation (Part 2) 

Aftermath

Aftermath (Part 2) 

Edge Brigade in Silvermoon 

Checking In 

Haunting 

Enemy Infirmary 

The Great Escape 

Breaking into home 

Rangerling Angst 

Dalaen's Departure 

Dalaen’s Hideaway 

Captivity (Part 1) 

Captivity (Part 2) 

Captivity (Part 3) 

Preparation 

Captivity (Part 4) 

Captivity (Part 5) 

Captivity (Part 6) 

Welcome to Phoenixfall 

Reunion at the Sunblade 

Conversion and Resurrection 

The Lover Senses 

A Troublesome Rebirth 

Interview with Iviaen 

A Crane on the Mind 

[A whole bunch of stuff that needs to be posted]

Know Your Enemy - Deterrence Strategies *

This list will be edited from time to time.

(* Newish to the list.)

[zanpyreanor]

[Story] Edge Brigade in Silvermoon

The Spire, Silvermoon City, Quel'thalas

The wee morning hours after the attack. 

——

Ceroluthrel waited patiently on the Silvermoon side of the portal for the others to arrive.  He lounged against one side of the doorway to the arrival room and studied a map of Quel'thalas.

Rialius Sunbrand, older, white haired and worried-looking stepped out of the portal and quickly moved to Ceroluthrel's side, he let out an uneasy rasp.

Quinthal, the ginger Illidari, appeared after Rialius, his black leather hat hung low upon his brow, covering his non-existent eyes, with his horns sticking through holes he'd made in it. This Illidari looked ridiculous with his stupid hat.

Xerathrin, Quin's blonde Illidari partner in crime, stumbled out of the portal and crashed into Quin, almost knocking him over in the process before he steadied himself.

Rialius turned to Ceroluthrel, "Shall we away?"

Ceroluthrel replied in a low tone, "Yes. Where should we go first? We are here at the Spire, after all, we can simply inquire of this Inquisitor." He tilted his head, "Or I can try raising someone on the comm."

Rialius looked towards the door, "I don't know."

Another figure exited the portal, a ginger elf kissed in freckles, with his long red hair tied in a loose tail, which draped upon his left shoulder. He carried a large blade in a sling on his back. He looked like a younger version of Zandrae, with an innocent smile, but his eyes were blue and his body lacked warmth beneath his armor, this was Ollie the living impaired little brother.

The Snowdawn Twins, tall, white haired, older men, also Death Knights, stepped out of the portal after Ollie.

Kyverin, or Kye, rested his eyes on Rialius, then at his small group of Illidari, and then gave a nod, "Cousin." Talverin stood back and observed.

Ceroluthrel nodded to Ollie. "We heard. Where do we go?"  The Illidari flipped on his com and spoke into it quietly, "Anyone awake?"

Ollie looked to Ceroluthrel, "Um. Maybe there is someone on scene who can tell us who to contact..."

Ceroluthrel looks to Rialius. "Home, then, and Sunwell help those responsible."

Rialius gave Ceroluthrel a firm nod and slipped from the building out towards the Pyreanor. 

——

Four Demon Hunters and three Death Knights meandered through Silvermoon together towards 'home,' a trip that included many funny looks and death glares from other elves.

Ceroluthrel ignored the death glares as his felsaber padded down the street.  Those same that glared would beg his attention if the Legion were to invade the City.  His expression he kept neutral, but he had his Sight turned up to eleven.

Rialius rode side by side with Ceroluthrel, a sense of dread ached over his body, the type of dread he hadn't felt since the fall of Quel'thalas.

The Death Knights followed Ceroluthrel and Rialius, and Xera and Quinn headed up the rear.

Ceroluthrel stiffened at the sight of the Inquisitorial Guard outside his home. He looked down, took a deep breath, and then rode forward to one of the sentries. "Ceroluthrel Phoenixheart, Rialius Sunbrand, Oliver Pyreanor, and other residents answering a distress call from home." His voice was steady, and he did not dismount from his saber.  He was ready to give her the silent command that the sentry was her breakfast if they made a move against the group.

Ollie glanced at the men, "Can you tell us the status of my family?"

Rialius rubbed the back of his head, "I heard my baby brother's dead. I'm here to verify it and pay my respects."

The sentries looked between the odd collection of freak-elves, then looked to the other sentry, and then made a really confused noise. He had no idea what to say in response so he gave the traditional guard-type response to every problem ever, "Papers?"

Ceroluthrel half-growled and handed the guard his identity papers. The papers showed the Pyreanor as his address, and listed Rialius as his husband.

Ollie reached down beneath his chest piece and offered the man a set of ID tags with the name Oliver Pyreanor on it, "Here."

One of the sentries looked at the paperwork and the tag, "Alright. So they've been moved to an undisclosed location. We can have you escorted there, but we can't tell you where it is."

Ceroluthrel nodded. "Okay."

While the others talked with the guards, one of the Snowdawn Twins, Kyverin, noticed a figure crouched on a ledge nearby, a woman in dark mail and leathers in a hooded cowl, a bow on her back. Kye had noticed her dozens of times before, her presence here and now as alarming, was she one of the attackers, watching them? He approached her, "Why are you here?"

The woman's hood obscured her glowing red eyes and most of her face. Only her chin and lips were visible. Her face was pale and had lost much of her skin color in death. She was a dark ranger. The woman gave no spoken response, simply a smirk at the Death Knight.

Kye stared at her for a moment, at her hauntingly familiar smile. Without a word, he knew who she was and exactly why she was there, he spoke again, "The daughters live, the son is missing but suspected alive. We'll find him, I promise."

The woman leapt up onto another ledge and fled the scene via rooftop and Kye joined the rest of the group. 

——

The Inquisitor's Infirmary, Undisclosed Location in the Spire, Silvermoon City, Quel'thalas.

——

Ceroluthrel led the way into the infirmary, following the sentry, and then a Spire guard.  He spotted Tyan sitting intently by one of the beds, while one of Tyan's priestlings went from patient to patient, checking vital signs, and casting healing spells.

Tyan glanced down at Miastal with an even deeper than usual frown on his face.

Rialius moved over to Miastal's bed and stood opposite Tyan, "How's he doing?"

Ollie moved to the bed between his two sisters and sat himself down on a stool.

Quin and Xera sat outside in the hall and cracked jokes.

Ceroluthrel took up a position against the wall, watching and waiting.

Talverin leaned against a wall nearby Miastal, "So what happened? Who did this? Can we kill them?"

Alianesh looked up at the Illidari and the Ebon Blade as they walked in. He had moved to Youls as Ollie sat between Youls and Leiah, and nodded politely to them as he closed his eyes and entered a healing trance, working to accelerate their recovery.

Tyan grunted, "Masked attackers came in, and apparently they shot Dani, and then they attacked the rest of us when we came to defend, and they apparently took prisoners."

Alianesh moves to Miastal and Dalaen, his brow furrowed in concentration as he extends his healing ability once again over the two elves.

Ceroluthrel watches closely, thinking. "I suppose the Inquisition is working on any enemy survivors."

Tyan grunted, "Yes. They resurrected everyone. Including the enemy. Kemnebi got me out. I don't know where that one has gotten off to.

Ceroluthrel nodded and folded his arms. "We will know soon, then."