#help tyrande

[mbat]

the night elves being called the kaldorei and my main being named koralei is. confusing sometimes actually

[makanidotdot]

some old sketches from the big tyrande elune comic i've been saying 'i rly want to finish' for the past 2 years. and i do want to finish it even tho it's just all shadowlands fixing and shadowlands is very 'dont think it dont say it' at this point. It's like half comic half literal wall of text just pepe silva style explaining a version of elune that is not cringe (aka the best kind of content and ur all missing out every day i dont finish it)

anyway this is from a flashback where shandris is helping tyrande get ready for her wedding in Stormrage. 2nd image is tyrande being like um,, do i look ok,, like a dumb idiot and shandris is all :)))) and picks her up, presumably messing up a bunch of the hair leafs they both just got done carefully placing.

[ishnualah]

Broll Bearmantle is a talented druid and former gladiator who fought alongside Valeera Sanguinar and Varian Wrynn. He helped Tyrande Whisperwind free Malfurion Stormrage from the Emerald Dream, and later organized the druid scouts in Darnassus.

He is one of few night elves to have a pair of antlers, a sign of his great abilities as a druid. Unlike others, whose antlers grew in response to their growing power, Broll was born with them. Malfurion personally respects Broll as an equal.

source: wowpedia

[deathbydarkelves]

I tried to deny the gay elf autism, but I can wait no longer: What're the Watchers currently doing, and how are they managing to rebuild in your AU?

I am SO sorry about the crazy long wait <///3 This topic ended up being deeply tied to Kal'thalas' government as a whole and I needed to figure out (the basics of) the government first before I could answer this. Enormous, intimidating task, at least for me. But I finally have a solid idea and thus an answer to this ask. So short version: after secession, things really begin look up for both them and their leader! As in Maiev might have legitimate claim to Tyrande's position!

And the really quite long version, because I need to give a brief AU history of the kaldorei nation first:

The kaldorei use an ideology very similar to the Chinese Mandate of Heaven to legitimize their rulers. The gods choose you to rule because they think you'll do right by the people, indicating their favor with good natural signs, and if you fail to rule justly they'll send you famine and war and natural disasters to communicate their displeasure, at which point it is within the people's rights to replace you.

This idea started with the Sundering and Tyrande specifically, who was already High Priestess at the time. Elune worship had flourished before and during the Empire, but once Azshara came to power it waned. And then everything fucking exploded. But lo! this voice and hand of that very same goddess had helped lead the resistance against Azshara AND brought the survivors to safety on the new Kalimdor. Also that Malfurion guy had ties to Cenarius, another god. Seemed like a pretty clear sign that the gods knew best when it came to choosing leaders.

((“But can’t someone just do a ritual and ask the god(s) directly if they favor someone?” No, at least not with beings like Elune. To our puny mortal minds she’s closer to a force of nature than a “person”, and you can’t “just” talk to a force of nature. Trances and rituals get you closer for sure, but there’s still a large degree of separation. Lesser gods like Ursol and Xuen on the other hand… those at least you can get an audience with. But only if you're very persistent and/or very lucky.))

After settling on the new Kalimdor, it was decided regional rulers (equivalents of dukes and lords) were also to be appointed according to divine signs and ritual. Signs of the gods' favor varied from comet sightings to witnessing an eagle catching an especially large fish, things like that. And once YOU were "proven", all of your descendants (matrilineally) would be too. If a mother decided she didn't want to do politics anymore, her daughter could replace her without any (major) hoops to jump through. This has carried into modern and ordinary civilian kaldorei society; children inherit their mother's social status. Of course, they can also lose that status if they screw up badly enough...

So fast forward a bit to ~7,300 years before the Dark Portal (BDP). While Tyrande and Malfurion were technically the overall leaders, in actuality the kaldorei were pretty fractured. Regional rulers who had historically settled disputes diplomatically with each other were defaulting to small-scale warfare more and more often. At the same time, the Highborne mages in the population wanted to practice magic, the government said no, and things escalated until the Highborne exploded part of Ashenvale. Not just Ashenvale though; I'm making this a problem that affected everyone. Similar attacks happened in other regions. So Tyrande (and Malfurion) decided to send a pair of advisors to each regional ruler: one warrior (a Watcher or a Sentinel) and one 'healer' (a priestess or a druid). The Highborne extremist crisis became something of a war, and only by coordinating with every other leader via these semi-impartial advisors did things go in the kaldorei's favor.

Once the Highborne were exiled, the structure stuck and Kal'thalas was born. Watchers are elite warriors yes, but depending on where you are in the nation you may be on land protected and owned by a family who've been Watchers for generations. In other regions an old Sentinel, druid, or priestess family may lead. Some places still follow the one warrior/one healer tradition. But with the Third War came a shortage of Watchers and Sentinels — and increased tension between Tyrande and Maiev — so pre-secession most regions have priestly or druidic leaders. A number have seen their dynasties come to complete ends and new up-and-coming families aren’t too hard to find.

Another thing changed with the Third War and everything that followed; people began to doubt Tyrande. Not for the first time, mind you. In fact I've drafted a separate kaldorei nation centered in Feralas which split off from Kal'thalas during the Long Vigil. But that's another post...

The Third War was a terrifying end to a way of life that had persisted for thousands of years. And then everything CONTINUED going to shit for (in my AU's timeline) ~25 years afterwards. Then Teldrassil happened. Catastrophe after unprecedented catastrophe in such a short span of time -- almost every sign pointed to Tyrande having lost the mandate.

((I haven't forgotten Shandris. I just haven't figured out where her place in all this is yet.))

Again, it's within the people's rights to rebel and if necessary depose a ruler who has upset the gods. We don't want another Azshara, do we?

And who seems to have received the mandate in her stead? Maiev. She was crucial during the final Legion invasion, and hell she'd been the one to lead the kaldorei forces to reclaim Darkshore. And for better or for worse her style of "foreign relations" (which is to not have any) has garnered more public support in the wake of... everything. For all intents and purposes she has a fair amount of public favor in addition to perceived divine favor.

((You can imagine this has really helped in rebuilding the Watcher ranks. Before everything you had to have an ancestor (mother, grandmother) among their ranks to join, but like most kaldorei orders, they relaxed acceptance rules in recent years. Now you too can join the ranks of warriors under the potential racial-leader-to-be! New Watcher families are in the making, although it’s still a women-only order. They have a few different strongholds across Kalimdor post-secession and via the Vault they’re also the only connection between Kal’thalas and Val’sharah.))

Back to Tyrande: She became the Night Warrior not just in the interest of vengeance, but also in a bid to retain her legitimacy. And yet at the same time she recognized Maiev’s plausible claim to the proverbial throne, so as an act of goodwill and because they both agreed dividing their people at this crucial time wouldn’t help matters, they agreed to hunt Sylvanas together.

The hunt will be a bonding experience for them for sure lol, and at the end of everything they’ll actually be on kind of good terms! Maiev even mellows out a bit by the end — she’s as tired of the bloodshed and grief as anyone else.

As for whether Tyrande will stay in power… y’know I actually haven’t quite decided 👀 There’s a lot of factors at play, but I think it will ultimately come down to who delivers that finishing blow and I haven’t settled on that yet. Either Tyrande does and that proves Elune’s continued support of her, or Maiev does and that proves the mandate has finally shifted. But either way, the Watchers will come away enjoying political freedom of the kind they haven’t had since shortly after the exile of the Highborne. New dynasties will begin. Should Tyrande stay in power, she’ll bring Maiev into the little “inner circle” she’s already got with Malfurion and Shandris, with cascading societal effects to match. Should Maiev replace her instead… well that’s a whole other essay :>

[daphrona]

"Years ago, when Tyrande allowed the highborne to join, I vehemently protested (by killing like four people). You however have changed my mind in half an hour, and helped me realize that mages are people. Therefore, men can join the sentinels now."

[jainaism]

“I moved Heaven and Earth to smooth her. I had to fight Daelin to allow her to be trained in Dalaran.” ― Katherine Proudmoore

“Only the Goddess may forbid me anything. I will free Illidan whether you like it or not.” ― Tyrande Whisperwind

“My favorite story was always the one about how you were chosen to be the first female Guardian by Scavell, who was the first mage to see the value of a female apprentice, and how the Guardians of Tirisfal applauded the choice.” ― Jaina Proudmoore

Mia developed a lump in her throat. Genn seldom kept secrets from her, and the news he’d shared was frightening. He had asked her to make sure all the Gilneans in Darnassus made it safely to Stormwind—and for her to return as soon as that task was complete. She made a decision on the spot. Not for the first time, Mia Greymane would do what her heart felt was right, no matter what anyone—including her husband—wanted her to do. “I’ll be here for a while,” she said. “Once my people are safe, I’ll stay to help yours.”

“Battle sister,” Shandris said, returning the smile gently. “The archdruid and the high priestess send me to you with joy, and it is with joy that I and my Sentinels come to aid you.”

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“A woman should have every honorable motive to exertion which is enjoyed by man, to the full extent of her capacities and endowments. The case is too plain for argument. Nature has given woman the same powers, and subjected her to the same earth, breathes the same air, subsists on the same food, physical, moral, mental and spiritual. She has, therefore, an equal right with man, in all efforts to obtain and maintain a perfect existence.” ― Frederick Douglass

“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” — Nora Ephron

“When a man gives his opinion, he's a man. When a woman gives her opinion, she's a bitch.” ― Bette Davis

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“When men do shit, they get praised. When women take revenge, they are called crazy.” ― Unknown author

[grimlins-chaos]

The numbness that comes with an unfulfilled promise..

It was quiet for the most part, petals and leaves fall from the boughs above and flutter down to the city below, a few of them landing upon the surface of the lake that Alaantheria had been simply observing, her face still a bit numb from the fresh mark- but that paled in comparison to the numbness she felt in her heart and soul. She finally got to prove herself as someone of worth, not only earning the mark of shadow, but also the Scythe of Elune. The elf looked over the fantastic weapon with tired eyes. She hardly felt anything, not just in regards to her accomplishment but to all things im general. All of it felt so meaningless. She knows all her friends are worried about her, it wasn't till some time recently when she finally gained the strength to be out amongst people again- but now she was alone. The sounds of revarly from those of the guild and other kal'dorei celebrating her and her party's accomplishments, she should be happy, she should be proud. But she just.. can't..

"For someone having finally earned her marks, you don't seem too happy to bear them." A gentle voice came from behind, causing the young elf to turn around and be just a bit surprised to see the High Priestess herself of all people standing there.

Alaantheria wasn't quite sure how to verbalize it, she didn't feel like she could speak up about it even though all of her friends hadn't ever shut her down before- some of them know their own losses and she's experienced loss herself throughout her life. There was just something about this loss that cut deeper than anything else and she didn't know how to explain it. "I'm just thinking about things, High Priestess, pay no mind to me." Alaan managed a small smile, one that felt so.. wrong to put on.

The older woman's lips quirked into a mildly unimpressed frown, brows furroed as she cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, making it clear she saw right through the young elf. "We should be truthful with ourselves, Young one. And Tyrande, please." She says as she walks up to the railing to stand beside Alaantheria. "I wouldn't be a very good priestess if I were to turn a blind eye to one of my people clearly suffering, especially on a day that's supposed to be a joyus one for her. What's on your mind, child?"

Alaan sighed a bit, her smile turning into a wristful grimace. "Where to even begin.." She turned to look over the railing, resting her arms on it as she rested her weight against it. "There was someone supposed to be here.. and he's.." She paused, throat becoming tight with emotion as she could feel the tears threatening to return. "Not.." She managed to force out.

Given her demeanor and the tension throughout the druid, Tyrande seemed to have understood pretty quickly how this somebody so dear to the girl may have departed. It was but one of many reasons why she hates the legion so passionately- the way they managed to rip so many loved ones away from people, often in the most brutal and cruel ways imaginable.

Alaantheria took in a sharp deep breath, attempting to compose herself and continued. "H-he was caught in an explosion, sacrificing himself to save others." The bitter bile rose to the back of her throat, tears forming at the edge of her eyes. She wanted so badly to be in his arms again, to feel his warm envelope her tight, even toward the end when he began to drift away from her she always knew there was something in him that loved her. Now.. now she's never felt more cold.

She was met with the feeling of a hand brushing over her leafy green hair as Tyrande spoke. "The love you shared with him I can tell was one of the greatest.. and also the most painful.. Raw, pure, forever enduring.." Tyrande looked out over the lake view. "While I've only ever nearly lost him, to be left behind while my love left to help the world or to walk the emerald dream filled me with a very similar pain- to be alone while your heart is out of your reach and you're left with the phantom feeling of them at your side.. it cuts deeper than any blade. And the whole they leave behind feels like you're standing on the edge of a gaping chasm that has no end.."

The words alone were enough to do her over, tears spilling down her freshly marked face as she buried her face in her hands and her body began to be raked with sobs, finally mourning as she never truly got to express before and it hurt- it hurt so much. Why did he have to go? It could have been anyone else, but it was him. And a part of her hating him for leaving her behind, but she also couldn't bring herself to be mad at him for many more would have died. She just missed him, she wanted him home so badly.

The priestess gently stroked the younger elf's hair, giving her all the time she needed to grieve. In time Alaantheria managed to calm down, setting her hands down as she looked over the calm lake before her, seeing herself in it's reflection, in that beautiful attire with her face flushed and her eyes wet and puffy from tears. And all she could manage were a few words in a weak and she sounded so small. "I don't know where to go from here.."

Tyrande reached over and picked a small violet flower from a vine that had been growing as one with the railing as much as the rest of the vegetation that simply merged with Darnassus' structures. "Do you know why I gave you the mark of shadow?" She merely asked, causing Alaan to look up at her, confused. Tyrande however merely smiled in return, tucking the stem of the flower into the green hair just above her ear. "Associated with the night warrior of legend, it was believed that the mark of shadow represented balance and hidden potential." She then cupped the side of the girl's flushed cheek. "If I had to guess he recognized you have so much more to give than you even realize. And now he's given you the opportunity to show the world what you can do, show just how strong you are. Take the light of his memory and the love that he gave you and live." Her expression softened as she then tugged the other elf into her arms. "He may not be here in body to watch you but I have a feeling that like I and like so many to came to see you today that he is so proud of you."

That seemed to finally grab a shakey but genuine smile out of Alaantheria as she returned the hug and the tears returned, accompanied by a small ball of warmth deep in her chest. The pain was still there.. it'd never go away, but she believed she understood what she had to do now.

[mylordshesacactus]

As I've picked it back up again after a long hiatus, I've realized that I probably have a lot of people around now who have no earthly idea what the hell my current longfic project even is anymore!

Anyway, this is a GREAT time to start reading

Reunification

Darnassus falls. In some timeline, in some version of the story, Nathanos Marris makes a mistake. In some timeline a word of kindness somewhere, a show of support somewhere else, a moment of humanity for lack of a better term, heads off a preemptive strike at the pass. In some timeline, Alliance intelligence is just a tiny bit more paranoid, a tiny bit more thorough, and the Horde stalls in Ashenvale. But today, Darnassus falls. Darnassus does not burn.

It's a single-point divergence AU of the War of Thorns--I was genuinely shocked that "AU where Sylvanas' original plan, to kill Malfurion and occupy Darnassus intact, succeeded" wasn't more prominent in the fandom. I was ALSO shocked to find so little Tyrande/Thalyssra anywhere, so I folded the two into a single project.

Some highlights:

Thalrande arranged marriage as a political-hostage bargaining chip

Sylvanas displaying both political and military competence while, crucially, still being a deeply obnoxious asshole (affectionate) the whole time

Valtrois TM

Anduin Wrynn, Living Embodiment Of Sunshine

Jaina, traumatized and angry and heartsick, dragged into overseeing the joint administration of Lordaeron and finding herself again in a city she's terrified to let herself love

All of my favorite minor NPCs/Hearthstone protagonists getting their day in the limelight (Rokara and Cariel Roame and Elise Starseeker my beloveds--)

The stark divide between high-level faction politics, and the lived reality of (what I hope you find to be) a rich cast of ordinary, sub-Champion citizens of Azeroth whose lives are a lot more complicated than killing people over a simple blue or red banner

(Seriously, if you like my OCs in general, the little folk of Azeroth are a major recurring thing here.)

Cannot emphasize how emphatically Valtrois is both Present and Extremely Herself.

We're currently right in the middle of a really interesting arc that's REALLY intertwining the parallel plotlines; I'm referring to them in my planning notes as the Ruby Dragonflight and Lordaeron Crisis arcs.

I'm having fun and I think there's some stuff here for a lot of people if y'all want to check it out! I have a much more sustainable approach to writing these days (and a partner who's ALSO writing warcraft longfic, and that's helping to keep the muse alive).

Anyway! Hope to see you over there.

[s-dei]

Referencing a little to your latest IllidanxKhadgar post - I always personally considered Illidan to be (not so) hidden romantic. He kept the flower he got for Tyrande for thousands of years, in Hearthstone his campaigning (the Ashes of Outland) is the only one told in rhymes and damn does he deliver the rhymes with a grace, his goodbyes to Tyrande and Malfurion in Legion were also very poetic. He is rough and feral as a demon, but I think that deep inside he still likes romantic stuff and to be poetic. At some point in his relationship with Khadgar it could resurface, don't you think?

I 100% think so! Maybe I haven't said it directly in the main post, but Illidan is definetely a romantic person. I also wanted to point something about Tyrande, but the post became so large, so I will say it here!

I think being romantic and poetic is a big part of nelves' culture (and their men probably do this even more xD). You can tell Illidan is arrogant person, but I think it's mostly caused by the others who always told him he's going to have a Great Fate (tm). He was always surrounded by attention, and Tyrande not giving him attention he wanted made Illidan to use strange and dangerous ways to show off and also demonstrate he can do better than Malfurion. It felt toxic, but I think if Tyrande said yes, he would show his romantic side for sure. He just thought anyone can go lovey-dovey, but how about doing [put some dumb Illidan's decision here]? 😂

I think that even in isolation he kept his love for Tyrande, but with years it became even more twisted. He, maybe, still expected something, but then he became a demon. You can say whatever about Illidan's control, but I think this amount of Chaos magic changes your mind, and not in a best way. I think sometimes Illidan had moments of hating the feeling of love, and hating himself for such a "weakness", and his first demonic years went really hard in terms of his very personal and deep emotions. Tyrande was far away now, only enemies and possible betrayers around. Illidan almost forgot what a love is, only before his death having a lil glimpse of Tyrande.

Just pointing separately: I don't mind other ships and chars being in one relationships before other, but speaking seriously I don't see Illidan having a romance in his Outland arc. At least something deep and involved. That's what I meant by saying "Illidan knows zero shit about romance" before - he knows of course how it works, he feels it, he is aware of possible ways to act, but he never had it applied to a person directly, and through the years he almost forgot what he once wanted from being close with someone. Not like he is completely stupid :"D

When resurrected, Illidan had some things reconsidered. What he feels now towards Tyrande is more like a... devotion? He accepted the fact they won't be lovers - and moreover, the people who they've became don't even need it. But he still kept an image of her in his mind, ready to help her anytime she is in trouble and willing to protect her world, the one which rejected him. (Isn't this also romantic? ;D)

So Illidan decided his love story is over, and then Khadgar happened. You finally closed the door you kept opened for a while, and then someone knocks. (ILLIDAN WASN'T PREPARED) Illidan puts a warning, coz he literally loved one woman all his life, and there is man, of another race (maybe Illidan isn't against it, but he's kinda old-fashioned xD). Coz he's still a demon and even with hella amount of control his mind does tricks sometimes. Coz a grown man possibly have some expectations, and Illidan don't know(remember) what he wants. Coz there is a FKIN WAR, are you even sane??? Many reasons. But Illidan is curious.

Well, he can start with being arrogant. He knows how it works xD At beginning it was Khadgar who mostly was initiator. But from what he did, Illidan could tell he enjoys it. And wants to give back. I think it took some time to discover, because they're in a fkin crowded camp and always busy, they literally had so little time to spend alone 😭

Illidan is also def a 'speaking' type, he prefers compliments and flirt to physical signs of affection (it's hard to do a lil touch when you're tall spiked demon and have a lot of attention 🙃)

[xalatath]

3,5,13 for Shadowheart Baldurs Gate and if u want to Tyrande Warcraft!

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

For Shart: Oh my god my first impression of her on my very first playthrough is that she's RACIST as fuck to lae'zel ALL THE TIME. Like Lae'zel literally saves her life multiple times and is offering help for the parasite which her people have studied for countless ages...And shadowheart still has the nerve to be such a cunt to her. I know she kinda gets over it in the end but it's something I found extremely irritating with her character.

Tyrande: That she's married to malfurion Bc she needs toxic yuri badly

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

This is such a shart coded song

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

Of course this -> 🌑 reminds me of Shadowheart (and Tyrande tbh) bc it's pretty thematic for her. I don't think she'd be one to use emojis, at least as a Sharran. I can see Selûnite!Shart dropping some 🥰's

I think tyrande would probably text like a mom. She would use emoticons but idk if she would use emojis.

[moon-swag-tourney]

The Bracket (tm)

The bracket is here!! Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns about it ^^

Also, please let me know if I need to spoiler tag these characters! I already have somewhat of a list, but there are plenty I'm unsure of, so all the help I can get is appreciated ^^' If I'm not confident though, I'll tag as spoilers just in case!

I'm aiming to the queue all of the polls so that they'll all be ready to upload on tuesday the 17th (left side) or wednesday the 18th (right side), however if it ends up delayed I'll be sure to make an announcement

Final thing, a reminder that you can find more info about the tournament under #tournament info !

Since it's kind of hard to read, here's the written list beneath the cut!

Left Side

Yuuki Mishima (Persona 5) vs Yuelia (Fantasy Life)

Kei Tsukkishima (Haikyuu!!) vs Moon Knight (Marvel)

Chan (Midnight Museum) vs Linh Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles)

Lucretia / Madam Director (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs The Collector (The Owl Hourse)

Princess Luna (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) vs Princess Yue (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Luther Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) vs Della Duck (Ducktales 2017)

Looks to the Moon (Rainworld) vs Moonwatcher (Wings of fire)

Moony (ENA) vs Majora's Mask Moon (The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask)

Bayonetta (Bayonetta) vs Princess Rani (Elden Ring)

Lunamon (Digimon) vs Moon Hare (Japanese Folktale)

Emlyn white (Lord of the Mysteries) vs Hisoka Mikage (A3!)

Soul Eater Moon (Soul Eater) vs Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater)

Asterian (SynthV) vs Kaguya Houraisan (Touhou Project)

Twila (Mario Party 6) vs Diana (League of Legends)

Maya Amano (Persona 2 Duology) vs Vanitas of the Blue Moon (Vanitas no Carte)

Umbreon (Pokemon) vs Clefairy (Pokemon)

Right Side

Moondrop (Five Nights At Freddies) vs Yue / Yukito Tsukishiro (Card Captor Sakura)

Gunpowder Tim (The Mechanisms) vs Fandub Eggman (Snapcube SA2 Fandub)

Lunala (Pokemon Moon) vs Ruby (Animal Crossing)

Moonlight Cookie (Cookie Run) vs Saïx / Isa (Kingdom Hearts)

Usagi Tsukino / Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon) vs Artemis (Greek Mythology)

The Moon (Real Life) vs Gillion Tidestrider (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Runaan (The Dragon Prince) vs Rayla (The Dragon Prince)

Cure Moonlight / Yuri Tsukikage (Heartcatch Precure) vs Cure Selene / Madoka Kaguya (Star Twinkle Precure)

Lunatic / Yuri Petrov (Tiger & Bunny) vs Sigma Klim (Zero Escape)

Ben Drowned (Creepypasta / Majora's Mask) vs Moon Presence (Bloodborne)

Tracker O'Shaughnessy (Dimension 20 Fantasy High) vs Imogen Temult (Critical Role)

Kiana Kaslana (Honkai Impact 3rd) vs Aruru Otsuki (Revue Starlight)

Murr Hart (Promise of Wizard / Mahoutsukai no Yakusoku) vs Cyana Lucretia (Cosmic Wonders)

Hanako-Kun / Yugi Amane (Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun) vs Judith (Tales of Vesperia)

Sirius Gibson (Witch's Heart) vs Ursula Cabistis / Shining Chariot (Little Witch Academia)

Aurora (The Mechanisms) vs Tyrande Whisperwind (World of Warcraft)

[fireember345]

The Bishop of Webs Prompt

A WOW prompt

Do not own WOW

Anyone can use the prompt

Anduin Wrynn x Anub'azal

In BFA

No Shadowlands

Sylvanas was killed by Xal'atath and replaced before the war

After Anduin frees Varok

The Alliance planned a coupe against Anduin since his kind heart was seen as a weakness

Anduin overheard this while most didn’t want Anduin to be harmed, Anduin believed they were going to kill him

Anduin escapes while everyone chases him, Tyrande cornering him, causing him to lash out and scar her face with Light since the Light rejected the darkness of the Night Warrior

Anduin falls into a river to escape as Genn and Jaina called for the guards to search for the boy

Anduin manages to escape through the secret tunnels he used as a child and fled Stormwind, unknowingly taking the light with him

Anduin somehow finds his way to the undercity that belongs to the Nerubian.

Injured, he was taken to be their prisoner while Anduin dwelled on always making bad choices

No one in the Alliance can use Light Magic anymore as people see it as an omen, blaming the leaders for losing it and being unable to heal them or protect themselves like they once did

Anduin began to heal and help others of the Nerubian, but earned his place for saving Seer Ixit’s life, earning a ranking of advisor among the Nerubian

Anub'azal soon falls in love with Anduin and purposed to him

Anduin decides to stay in Ahj-Kahet as he found kinship with them

Anduin even brought peace with the people of the hidden world, feeling that he succeeds where he failed topside

Jaina realizes that Anduin was right when Baine brought her brother back to him and regret her choices

Genn kept having nightmares of Varian calling him a failure and wanting to behead him or his dead son calling him a monster

Tyrande feels the burns of the light as Velen warned that the light has cursed her with pain for what she had done, only redemption can end the pain, bringing back Anduin

Moria feels like a hypocrite for driving Anduin away

When Sylvanas was defeated, they soon learn she was just a puppet to a greater evil as her empty shell was shredded to reveal the true enemy

[illiluminated]

Fel-Feral Illidan AU Masterpost

My humble followers, I need to tell you about my Feral Druid Illidan AU. It takes place just before Sargeras plunges the blade into Azeroth.

Instead of following Sargeras, he is injured beforehand and misses his chance to do so. Finding little meaning left for him to chase beyond slaughtering demons, he finds a new value in life while working with Malfurion, Tyrande and others to help heal through nature, becoming a feral druid in the process.

(Will update accordingly as a masterpost for this AU. The tag used to track it will be #fel feral au as I expand it.)

BASIC HEADCANONS

Due to a head wound that also left a sizeable crack in his right horn, Maiev, ironically, was the one to keep Illidan from going after Sargeras himself, instead sending some of the Kaldorei instead.

He practices as a Feral druid in order to channel the fury of the fel into his attacks. He has his horns in this form, and occasionally wings will sprout depending on the amount of fury.

He is better tempered now that he is receiving help to control it in a healthy way as well as understanding between those around him for the most part.

ILLIDAN HAS A TAIL. You cannot take his tail from me any longer. The type depends on the day, though normally it is akin to a satyr's, but can sometimes show as a felsaber's or other variations (such as a scaled purple and green felstalker tail). It varies on the soul being put to use.

He's autistic.

He has BPD.

He also has chronic back pain due to the structure of his body not being meant to hold a big pair of wings on his shoulder and back, thus why he has a tail as well to balance things more easily.

(I don't think I need to state this but he has fangs and sharp teeth that were not taken care of and overgrew, fueled by the fel to continue growing. Khadgar had to help with this so he didn't keep biting his tongue around Maiev near clean in half.)

STORY CHANGES.

His obsession with Tyrande was manipulated and then forced - he did not know what love truly felt like, as she was one of his dearest friends and many preached to him it was love, instead pushing him into the mindset it had to be along with the reigning belief that his amber eyes meant he was meant to be gifted.

Xavius pushed his upset about his lack of direction and confusion about his own desires, manipulating him into believing he needed to protect Tyrande from anything at all costs to the point of obsessive and possessive behavior, paranoia and his maddening whispers having struck in a vulnerable time - a perfect target to groom.

The Burning Crusades is canonically so muddled in what happened that I've decided that due to this, Illidan was sunken into such bad paranoia that he suffers a psychotic break as Altruis had seen during a good portion of it after recruiting everyone - onlu towards the end of the Black Hold and further during Legion did he gain back his hold on reality and out of Xavius' hold on his mentality.

(Yes, I am saying that Xavius groomed him in that he found Illidan while he was vulnerable and changed his thoughts and feelings purposefully - not in a relationship, but of a relationship and isolating him from his family, friends, peers, and even mentors. It was not romantic or sexual but Xavius held far too much power over Illidan.)

POST LEGION (and post Dragonflight by extension) (I will, at some point, flesh out his timeline from Legion to The War Within, but that will take some time.)

His druid forms looked semi-normal at first but slowly grow infused with his fel energy, beginning to sport the same characteristics as his body does (the horns and scars are the biggest ones, his eyes are always fel flame however.) (In game I currently use the green/purple Nightmare form.)

The more fel energy he retains, the more demonic features protrude - namely his wings, cracks in his skin, the odd near-scales on him, furry lower half, hooves and longer talons. He even gains a mane the same charcoal as his hair.

However, he is able to handle his fel input/output by using the volatile energy to tie it in with druid magic - it isn't a perfect solution, but the call of Azeroth soothes the fury enough that he can think properly. (This doesn't mean he doesn't run head first into danger, though - not with that pair of horns.)

He practices with Malfurion himself, and on occasion, Tyrande, in a grove outside of Bel'ameth, as the night elves are still rightfully upset, scared, or have generally negative opinions on him (with good reason).

Relations between the three of them are still strained and need mending, but no one seems to have time, and if Malfurion and Illidan start to speak on their own, it becomes too heated and Tyrande has to step in. By no means is it a fixed situation, but it is all that there is left for Illidan.

In turn, he prefers not to linger there and does not call it his home, and often wanders Azeroth on his down time while keeping in contact with the couple about his whereabouts (or else they would drag him kicking and screaming back).

Illidan frequents taverns because his only "hobby" (and by hobby he means other ways he spends his times other than fighting, training and killing demons because Malfurion and Tyrande said "demon killing is not a hobby") is people watching where he usually eavesdrops because he has no idea how to have a normal life of his own, so you can always find him there (usually in some druidic form to hide to a degree or in like. shady mysterious clothing to hide his form from people because it would, understandably, be a disaster if The Betrayer is spotted strolling down the streets.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

So I'm watching the war within announcement cinematic again and what doesn't make sense to me, is how would Azeroth by speaking to the people who inhabit it?

We all know Azeroth is still a baby titan but she hasn't be been given a voice until now however, it's speculated that the last expansion, which is titled the last titan will be probably be the expansion where Azeroth fully awakens. Perhaps she is just starting to become conscious and aware...

However, I did read a theory that Azeroth might already be corrupted. Given how N'zoth has whispers that allude to such a thing.

It also puzzles me that she woke up as soon as Amirdrassil bloomed. During the party or whatever you call it, Jaina says this:

Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: So beautiful. Like a song. It seemed to be calling out to me.

Songs I usually affiliate with Naaru, but we know the naaru can potentially be corrupted by the void as X'era was.

Now, the seed, the winter queen the gave Tyrande, which was a combination of Elune's power. However, aren't the trees usually blessed by the aspects though?

Remember, Merithra said:

The aspects once gave their blessing to the world trees.

However, I'm interested to know what the hell is going to the sword of Sargeras. Since he literally plunged it into silithis.

I can't help but make relations to Shen'zen tsu, the giant turle Pandaria is on.

It's sort of the same concept if you think about it.. all of pandaria had to band together to heal him.

[jainaism]

Tyrande Whisperwind says: You think this hero of the Horde will aid us? I should strike them down where they stand! Shandris Feathermoon says: I share your doubts... but I have witnessed them saving lost souls. I believe they can help us. Shandris Feathermoon says: You need not trust them... but I ask that you trust me. Tyrande Whisperwind says: So be it. See that this champion of the Horde atones for their people's crimes.

Uther the Lightbringer says: Sylvanas held the mourneblade that bound him. Her presence may help free Anduin from the Jailer's grasp. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: I will never trust her. Uther the Lightbringer says: Then trust in me. Jaina is silent for a long moment, closes her eyes, and then looks at Uther. Lady Jaina Proudmoore says: Always, Uther... Very well. We will prepare to enter the Sepulcher and save Anduin... together.

[sheyshen]

An idea I've been playing with a lot recently has been of Kieran's eyes turning silver come Tyrande going night warrior. And it's been such a fun idea to work with especially for someone like him who tends to carve his own path rather than fit in with the crowds.

And so a little fic came about! I hope you all enjoy! <3

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Smoke poured from the burnt husk of Teldrassil, filling the sky and blocking out the stars. Though they were camped deep into Darkshore, the devastating sight was still clear to see. Kieran watched silently from where he rested, seated on the trunk of a fallen tree. Whether he was awaiting orders or an arrow through the throat, he wasn't sure at the moment, but the rest was welcome nonetheless. Seeing the tree in its current state caused guilt to gnaw at him, making him wonder if there had been more he could’ve done to stop it from happening in the first place. 

Tearing his eyes from the tree he scanned the camp, watching the night elves ready weapons and blessings as they waited for their high priestess to finish preparations for a ceremony to drive the horde back. Guarded glances and glares shot his way made it clear that his presence was merely tolerated, and where he watched them they too watched him in return. He rubbed the crescent necklace he wore with his thumb before tucking it into the alliance tabard that kept the gathering army from loosing their arrows in his direction.

Glowing green eyes amongst a sea of silver.

A familiar head of white hair strode purposefully through the camp, accompanied by a squad of worgen and a handful of adventurers following close behind. Shey had been one of the few voices that had kept his head on his shoulders after stepping through the portal to Stormwind with his injured wife in his arms and his willingness to share what details of the Horde's movements in Darkshore and Ashenvale earned him a place amongst those seeking to push back. A place that he had been forced upon him before he had had the chance to offer his bow.

Shandris's approach pulled his attention away from his thoughts and the alliance commander. She jerked her head in the direction of the dais that was set up near a moonwell. "It's time. Commander Wrynn has brought some reinforcements, and Minn'do will be starting the ritual shortly." She watched him as he stood, her expression unreadable. The rage and grief that must’ve been warring inside her were carefully masked to keep those under her command focused. He couldn’t help but admire that strength.

Stretching a moment he nodded and strode forward heading to join the gathering as Tyrande turned her attention to those before her. He took no insult as Shandris kept a step behind him as they made their way, watching his back.

Finding a place at the edge of those gathered, Shandris stood beside him as Tyrande spoke, concern flashing across her face as the ritual progressed. The moon that was once full and bright now hung ominously in the sky, darkened by the grief of Elune's children. Energy flowed from the moon and the moonwell, washing over the people gathered, a blessing or a curse, a vow of vengeance and a call for war. Like the moon Tyrande's eyes darkened to black and as the ritual continued Kieran noted similar in some touched by the spell. While not every eye changed, all those who stood before the high priestess seemed invigorated, hearts steeled and ready for battle, even himself.

As one a roar rose up, a call to battle, and as the ritual completed Tyrande took up her own weapons and led her people out into the woods. He and Shandris watched them go, their role was to scout and eliminate any threat that might try and break the lines and to support the main force rather than rush in. Shandris pulled out a map, as they called for their mounts, reviewing their plans without meeting his gaze. Kieran patted the nightsaber as she approached, Nara leaning into his touch before he mounted and readied his bow. The nightsaber usually acted as his wife's mount but with the circumstances, they had both felt it best if she went along and Theron, Kieran's wolf, stayed with his wife and daughter. Loki came up beside them, leaning affectionately against his leg as he double-checked his arrows, as if sensing that his thoughts began to return to worrying about his family.

Once supplies and weapons were set, Kieran called over to Shandris that he was ready. She brought her mount to him, nodding before meeting his eyes. The look that flashed across her face wasn't what he expected, surprise. It was short-lived as it was quickly replaced by what he swore was a smug smile. Before he could comment she urged her mount forward and rushed ahead. He followed after only a moment of hesitation.

That she was meant to lead had been already planned, a night elf's vision suited the dark more than his own, but she left him with little chance to keep pace with her. Oddly he found he had little trouble navigating the forest and caught up to her quickly enough. The steely mask had returned, the mantle of general heavy in her posture, but as he approached he caught a smirk before she turned back to the forest and the pair made their way along their route.

Destruction was everywhere, corpses of Horde and Alliance passed as they made their way, ignoring paths that were clearly blocked and focusing on areas that could hide the enemy. Passing a broken-down shredder, Kieran caught a look at his reflection in the windshield. Glowing eyes of silver blinked back at him where once there had been green. The sight caused him to pause, certain it was a trick of the light he ignored it and continued on.

They encountered pockets of resistance, a gathering of forsaken that were picking through a fallen encampment, adventurers seeking to make a quick coin. A handful of orcs who had been in the process of packing up surrendered immediately, the curious looks he received from them as they told what they knew of the forces that they faced, as well as the locations of nearby camps in exchange for their freedom struck him as strange. Perhaps they recognized him, the now former Horde commander fighting alongside the Night Elven general, perhaps they thought him a prisoner, forced to fight his allies. Either way, once they had spilled all they knew they took their things and retreated before Shandris reconsidered her show of mercy. He had expected her to have executed them on the spot, but their disinclination to continue to fight alongside the horde’s forces that remained and the chance to gain information that could turn the tide of battle proved stronger than her desire for revenge. At the moment at least.

The din of battle echoed nearby, shouts of alarm up ahead as the enemy engaged. The smell of fire and smoke filled the area as the winds shifted. Shandris bit back a curse as she signaled for them to follow a path toward the remnants of Auberdine. The longer they took on their scouting the longer the general was from her high priestess’s side, and the more the worry became obvious on her face. The pair banked, heading to the beach, and signaled a pair of passing hippogryph riders.

As she spoke to them Kieran dismounted and made his way through the ruins. Bow in hand and arrow knocked, he picked his way through, both sabers following behind him similarly on edge. He doubted there would be more than a scout or two in the area but he could never be too careful. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary he made his way to the water, relaxing for a moment to look at his reflection. The looks from Shandris and the orcs, the reflection in the broken-down shredder, the quality of his night vision, it was all starting to feel less like a trick of the light.

He stood at the water’s edge, squatting down, and looked at the reflection on the rippling surface. The darkened moon hung overhead, feeling larger and more foreboding as time passed, and directly in front of him a pair of silver eyes watched him. Touching his face and watching the reflection mirror the movement, closing his eyes he took a deep breath and opened them again, the silver glow remained. It had been no trick of the light.

“Kieran,” Shandris spoke quietly as she strode up to him. Her voice was stern but calm, smooth, attempting to avoid startling him as he looked like a fool staring at himself in the ocean. He stood quickly, turning his attention fully on her and noting the twitch of a smile that appeared for a moment as she continued. “We’re to return to the main force and make our report.” He nodded and made his way to Nara. As he settled himself in the saddle she added in. “The color suits you.” 

He turned to ask what she meant but she had already turned and made her way to her own mount before he could. Even still he knew what she was referring to, a blessing from the mourning Elune, silver eyes like the moon when it was full, like the eyes of his wife and her people. Now his people, and his new home.