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iorine · 3 years

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What now?

They had done it.

As the last Horde camp was decimated, the Goblin ships retreating, the army backing off with stragglers being picked off by sentinels… they had done it. They had taken back Darkshore. This land belonged to the Kaldorei, and none of them were going to take that from them.

There were screams again. But these were new screams. These were shouts, war cries, cheers. Already there was celebration around Iorine. She stood there, staring out toward the smoldered remains of Teldrassil in the distance, as everyone around her began to dance, began to cry, to hug those around them and to celebrate. Some had even already begun assessing what needed repairs. But Iorine stood there, unmoving. Her shoulders were sagged, as if the weight of her exhaustion was finally beginning to catch up with her. Her hair was a disheveled mess, with some of it pulled loosely back behind her head with a leather strap. Her ears, once pristine, had small tears in them. One had even lost its tip. Her leathers were tattered and ruined, patched up hurriedly in some places, and still covered in the blood of the Horde. When was the last time she had bathed? Or done… anything? Her breath slowed, her body began to feel it was made of lead. Was this it? Was this.. their vengeance? No, it couldn’t be. They had taken Darkshore, but justice had not been done yet. The sky remained dark, and the moon huge and black. Darkened eyes searched the crowd for one face in particular, for the one who had brought them here, who had led the charge.

There she was. Their High Priestess. And she did not look as happy as those around her. Iorine watched her as she stood motionless with her back to the celebrating Kaldorei. There was a tenseness to her, a strain in her muscles as she stared up at the sky and its darkened moon. Were her hands shaking?

It was too much. They had won Darkshore, but their people had still suffered such a grave injustice. Her body, heavy and tired, finally failed Iorine. Her legs trembled until finally her knees gave out and she fell to sit upon them, her arms hanging limp at her sides and releasing the battered weapon of death she had been clutching for what felt like an age. It hit the ground with a thud that could not be heard over the din of cheering and conversation around her. The lone Kaldorei, though surrounded by her kin, went unnoticed as she sat upon the ground and stared up at the night sky. Her vision blurred with hot tears that rolled down her cheeks, dripping off her chin and falling upon the earth below the Druid. They had lost so much, and for what? They had been sent back miles and only gained a mere few feet back in that time. They gave so much. They gave, and they gave, and they gave. And they never received anything in return. It was all only ever taken from them…

Her body shuddered as she choked on a sob. Her eyes closed and yet the tears still flowed in full force, as if to spite herself. She fell forward, with her face pressed upon the ground beneath her and her hands grasping at grass blades. They had taken back part of their home, they had chased out the Horde who had decimated their homes and slaughtered their people, but now what? What came next? They could not just return to their normal lives. Nothing would be the same. Nothing would ever be how it was. Was this necessarily a bad thing? Perhaps not, for out of the ashes arose the phoenix. But what if the ash pile was too high? What if the phoenix was tired? What if, instead of emerging from the ashes, it instead drowned within them from the weight upon its small self? What if it couldn’t sprout from the earth again? What if this Winter was never ending, and they never felt Spring upon them again? What if this was it? What if this was all they accomplished? The Druid continued to sob into the dirt her face had landed in, and her fingers shifted to press and then dig into the soil under her hands. No one paid her any mind. And why should they? Surely she was not the only one like this. And perhaps it could be interpreted as a release, a cathartic cry of joy. Perhaps this was her way of celebrating.

Did no one else feel the dread weighing down upon them? That this wasn’t over? It was too soon to let their guard down. This wasn’t it. This wasn’t how it should be.

Why couldn’t she rejoice with them all?

The minutes seemed to drag on for hours, and as the others continued to celebrate, bonfires were lit and dancing and drinking began. Iorine remained where she was, perhaps unaware of what was happening around her, as she remained on the ground and wetted the earth with her tears. The Druid began to mutter quietly to seemingly no one except herself. A quiet prayer between herself and the earth. Or perhaps someone she wasn’t even sure was listening anymore. Her voice was drowned out by the shouts and cheers at the nearby bonfires, by the sound of joy and celebration. It was true the Kaldorei had not had much to celebrate for in what felt like an age, so perhaps they merely wanted to take advantage of this before the next Horde attack, or Burning Legion Invasion, or whatever else decided it wanted a piece of them and what they had. What little they had, it seemed.

Mother Moon, where are you? We need you now more than we ever have before. We have won this battle, and we have avenged many of our lost… but at what cost? Are you proud of us? Are you angry with us? Disappointed? There has been so much rage in my heart where once there was only love and compassion. I have hurt so many. Killed so many. I worry I have done wrong by you. But you gave us the Night Warrior.. this was all approved by you, yes? This was with your blessing? Oh, Elune. I feel as if I have strayed from your light and your love. Please forgive me. Please forgive us. Please. Help us, Elune. Praise be to you, for I have not lost my faith, but I do fear it has wavered in recent months. Forgive me. Please. Give us a sign… a sign that what we did was right and just. A sign that things will get better. Please.

Her prayer finished, Iorine continued to lay where she had landed. Several minutes passed before suddenly.. something... tickled at her face? Iorine slowly lifted her head, her long and unkempt hair falling around her head like a thick curtain. She sniffed and brought an arm up to wipe at her face while gazing down at the ground. What had that been?

It was a tiny sprout. A little baby of a plant. Something that had not been there before the Druid had put her face to the earth and cried. She gasped quietly, the hand that had been wiping her face clamping over her mouth. A small life growing in a place that had been so devastated by hate. “Oh.. hello there, little one,” Iorine whispered to the tiny sprout. Tears were wiped away, though it made little difference as they still had yet to entirely cease. “Here. Let me help you.” With trembling hands she settled her palms down upon the ground around the sprout, encircling it with her thumbs and index fingers. With shaking breath she inhaled deeply, her eyes closing as she did, and grounded herself.

She could hear it again.

The rustling of the leaves. The quiet call of nighttime fauna, little bugs and birds. The distant hooting of owls calling out to each other. She could hear the gentle crashing of waves breaking on the distant shores. The swaying of trees, the groaning of their branches and trunks. It had been so long since she allowed herself to meditate in this way. Far too long. She sat there listening to the voices of the world around her. The sounds of celebration were drowned out by them, leaving her alone with the trees and the grass and the stars. Slowly the little sprout began to twitch. It twisted, it writhed, and then gradually grew taller. It grew colorful, with vibrant purple and blue flowers blooming from the stems. Their sweet scent filled the air in front of Iorine’s face, and slowly darkened eyes opened to gaze upon the flower she had just helped grow. A few of her tears landed upon the plant’s petals as she brought her hands up to lovingly brush her fingers along the undersides of the petals. “Dreamleaf.. how beautiful,” she whispered, with a smile slowly touching at the corner of her mouth. “I have never seen you outside of Val’sharah. This is truly a special gift.” The Druid leaned in then, her lips touching the plant’s petals in the most gentle of kisses. “Thank you, my friend. I think… I think I understand..”

Her forehead brushed the petals, her eyes closing again, and Iorine remained there for several minutes. Life grown from her despair and anxiety, a beautiful flower from a distant home. And a Dreamleaf at that. Perhaps she should sleep soon…

But not yet.

There was still so much left to do.

#Night Elf #Kaldorei #Night Elf Druid #WoWRP #wyrmrest accord rp #IC Writing #Things will get better from here #I have a lot of things planned to catch her up to Shadowlands #And then it's ARDENWEALD PARTY TIME

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iorine · 3 years

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I finally have the inspiration to write.

I have a lot of catching up to do on where Iorine has been/where she is now and how she got here.

... Expect a lot of things that happened a year ago.

#OOC #Night Elf #Night Elf Druid #Kaldorei #WoWRP

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iorine · 3 years

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And now for the reason I couldn’t stop crying. When the pieces started clicking, and I had to relive memories as her, and especially when I heard that soft ‘Elune adore’ for the first time since Legion I ugly cried uncontrollably.

#Ardenweald Spoilers #Shadowlands Spoilers #Ysera #Night Fae #Night Elf #Screenshots

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iorine · 3 years

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I love this place so much. I’m never leaving.

#Ardenweald Spoilers #Shadowlands Spoilers #Night Fae #Night Elf #Ardenweald #Screenshots

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iorine · 3 years

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These are out of context enough that spoiler tags won’t be necessary, right?

This place is just so beautiful.

#Ardenweald #Shadowlands #Night Elf #Night Fae #Screenshots

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iorine · 3 years

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I can’t get over how beautiful this place is, and how much it must feel like home to Iorine.

#Ardenweald Spoilers #Shadowlands Spoilers #Night Elf #Night Fae #Ardenweald #Screenshots

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iorine · 3 years

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I powered through the Shadowlands campaign up through choosing a Covenant and I just have so many feelings about Ardenweald.

It actually inspired a lot of new ideas for Iorine, and certain parts of it gave me ideas on explanations for changes I had made without a reason (such as her tattoos changing color).

When I started piecing together who was in the Wildseed bonding with me I couldn’t handle it, I spent the whole rest of that plotline just in tears until I absolutely sobbed like a baby.

I need to write something.

#Shadowlands Spoilers #Ardenweald Spoilers #Night Elf #Ardenweald #Night Fae #Screenshots

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iorine · 4 years

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I made a new lady because I came up with an appearance I liked it just didn’t suit Iorine and oh my god it gives you the option to start in Teldrassil

#Kaldorei #Night Elf #Teldrassil #wrarp #WoW RP #screenshots #My alts

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iorine · 4 years

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Happy Pre-Patch! Finally had a chance to sit down and give Iorine the makeover I’ve been planning for her. I’m so happy with how she looks now, not that I wasn’t happy before but now she looks just a little bit different from everyone else. Maybe someday she’ll go back to another look, but today is not that day.

#Kaldorei #Night Elf #WoWRP #WRARP #WoW RP #Screenshots

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iorine · 4 years

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A less depressed depiction of Iorine in all her new wild glory. New skin, new hair, leaves everywhere, some ear tattering. But look, her moon is back!

She’ll get there. I plan on writing it soon.

Art is by the wonderful @ninterbit!

#Kaldorei #Night Elf #Night Elf Druid #wrarp #WoWRP #art commission

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iorine · 4 years

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Finished commission!

She’ll recover one day. #Warcraft #worldofwarcraft

#art commission #it's true she'll recover someday #it's been a difficult couple years #she's getting there i just haven't written it yet

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iorine · 4 years

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Updated with some more recent information! Luckily not MUCH has changed, but some things have!

Iorine LFRP

The Basics ––– –

Age: Old enough to stop caring.

Race: Kaldorei

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Doesn’t really care one way or the other.

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Purple, long, very long, with a slight blue tint to it. Over the years it has become wild and fairly unkempt, with vines and leaves growing in it.

Eyes: Silver Black

Skin: Pale pink Pale lavender, almost gray.

Height: 7′

Build: Long, tall, athletically built.

Common Accessories: Flowers, feathers, plants of some kind.

Tattoos: Iorine wears the mark of the bear around her eyes. Once, they were purple. These days they seem to have been changed to green. Something more lively and pretty.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Druid of the Moon.

Hobbies: Meditation, exploration, helping those who need it most.

Residence: Formerly Teldrassil, Iorine now considers herself technically ‘homeless’, mostly camping when she feels tired but never truly claiming anywhere as a permanent home or residence.

Birthplace: Then’Ralore, though she did not remain there long.

Fears: Losing the ones she loves. The complete and final genocide of her people.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: Not tobacco, but she’s experienced a good high here and there. She wouldn’t call it a habit though. Drugs: Not as a habit, but she has tried some in her life. Alcohol: On occasion, mostly socially.

RP Hooks ––– –

Druid: This one is pretty easy. She’s a Druid, specifically of the Moon, but she has been a Druid for nearly all of her life. It’s safe to say she would know other druids, so if you’d like to RP with her as someone she already knows and is just reconnecting with I’m more than open for pre-existing relationships.

Burning of Teldrassil: I’m sure there’s a 100 of these out there, but she was deeply affected by this, so it can be used a hook for whatever reason.

Battle for Darkshore: After the burning the next logical step was to avenge the fallen and try to reclaim Kaldorei lands from the Horde. She’s only just left after their.. victory? She is unsure if it was really a victory given the state Darkshore remains in. Did you fight alongside her? Did you see her being ruthless and enraged on the battlefield?

Almost literally anything: Iorine is a very open-minded individual. She likes to travel, likes to explore. She tries very hard not to be, uh, racist but she does hold a very strong hatred for most Horde at this point in time. I’m 100% down for cross-faction RP, I love it all, but she’s going to have a time and a half with it. IT’LL BE GREAT.

What I’m Looking For ––– –

I’m returning to WoW after a two year hiatus from the game! I’m as active as I can be given other obligations I have to maintain, but I’m here again. I’d really love someone who’s okay with Discord and/or tumblr RP, as that is what I have most readily available as RP platforms when I’m not able to get in-game (such as if I have a prior engagement that keeps me away, or I’m working).

I have done some light RP and writing with Iorine, but nothing terribly substantial that offered any true connections or plots or anything of meaning. I want more, I want her to have friends, enemies, allies, lovers, everything. She’s a Druid of the Moon who spends a lot of time as a bird, and I’d really love her to know not only Druids but others, too. The last serious thing I wrote for her was a reaction to the burning of Teldrassil, I’d love to interact with others who were there for that, as well as help her move on and heal from it.

Contact Information ––– –

Tumblr: Iorine

Discord: Please ask!

Battlenet ID: Iorine#1700

#wrarp #Wyrmrest Accord RP #WoW LFRP #Night Elf #Kaldorei #LFRP

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iorine · 4 years

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Would the screams ever stop?

She still heard them ringing through her ears, clear as the stars in the night sky above her. Screams for help, screams for mercy. Cries. Shouts. Begging. Pleading. Where is my daughter, where is my brother, where is my wife.

Where is Elune?

Where was Elune?

It was a question many had asked that day, and the days following. It was a question that still plagued Iorine as she sat perched in the boughs of a large tree overlooking a beaten path. The hooded Kaldorei sat with both legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, her back leaning against the thick tree trunk behind her. A hood is pulled over her head, obscuring her features even with her face tilted up toward the sky. Gone were the days of her long, verdant robes and crescent moon headdress; her old flower-covered staff broken but hidden somewhere for safe keeping. The Druid now lurked in the shadows in dark leathers, her pallid flesh all but covered and protected save for her long ears. Ears that had once been pink were now a pale lavender, almost gray in certain lights. Her hands were closed around a much more violent staff, a wooden shaft with a spiked head.

The forest was nearly silent, with only the faintest rustling of leaves in the gentle night breeze. It wasn’t enough to distract the Druid, not when she had a reason for being out here. However, it was enough to distract her from the screaming. To, if but for a moment, allow her to forget the deaths of the past and be reminded of the life still existing around her. Barely, at least. She could think of life, and of happier times. Of small children laughing and playing, of sentinels training, of Druids gathering, of craftsmen working and selling their wares. Visitors from other parts of Azeroth coming to take in the wonders of Teldrassil. Thinking of the past still caused an ache in her chest, a throbbing sorrow that would likely never truly heal. She had seen too many of their homes taken from them. This had been senseless. This had been unprovoked. Soon those happy children were engulfed in flame and begging for help, their tiny hands reaching out to her. Sabers were trapped among fallen burning branches. Men, women, all trapped in their homes. Her chest heaved and her shoulders shook, and Iorine’s hands tightened around her staff. No more.

No more.

Never again.

Vengeance would not bring any of them back, it would not undo the pain and misery that had been inflicted upon them; revenge would not fix Teldrassil. However, justice would still be served.

An owl’s hoot pulls Iorine from her sorrowful reverie, and darkened eyes open to first stare up toward the branches above her before her head turns to shift her attention downward. She could hear the thuds of heavy feet on the ground, the clanking of armor and the whispers of beings.

It was time.

Iorine rose to stand on the heavy branch, reaching back once upright to strap the staff to her back, before she took a step forward to drop down from the tree. She handed quietly, bending enough at the knee to not harm herself, before she began to walk up the path in the direction of the oncoming caravan. In the trees above her and the bushes at either side of her she could hear the others; a sentinel in the trees, leaping from branch to branch; a Druid in the sky, an owl swooping inconspicuously above the unsuspecting caravan of Horde set to deliver supplies to some encampment somewhere; and two Druids of the Claw already lumbering parallel to the beaten path as ferocious bears waiting to pounce. Iorine herself continued straight down the path, seemingly no change to her form yet to be seen. She continues to walk even as the first Sin’dorei sees her.

“Halt!” He shouts, drawing his bowstring back with an arrow nocked and ready. Iorine continued to walk at a slow, steady pace. “I said HALT! Walk no further or we’ll kill you!” He shouts again, and as he does his companions begin to prepare their own weapons. A troll, with a large axe in each hand. Two Orcs, one with a club and the other with a massive two-handed blade. Finally a Tauren stood by the Kodo, his hands holding its reins to keep it steady; he drew no weapon, and his fear was palpable. Behind them the Kodo laden with supplies stops, grunting unhappily and shifting its weight from foot to foot. However, as Iorine continued to walk an arrow came flying toward her face, one that just barely touches her. It catches the cloth of her hood, forcing it back away from her face with enough force to choke a normal person. Long hair that had been rolled up and tucked into the hood fell in a curtain around her head, hanging down past her hips, wild and untamed. Her pale face was revealed to the group, the shadows of the blackened moon doing little to obscure it any longer. No longer did her eyes gleam with starlight, but instead were as black and full of hatred as the fury of Elune looming over Darkshore. They stared straight ahead toward the group, unfaltering and without fear.

Finally, Iorine stopped. Her chin raised, and she spoke aloud, “we go where we please, invaders. These are Kaldorei lands, and none of you belong here. Turn back now and we may decide to show you mercy this night.” She stood firm, her posture tall and seemingly relaxed.

One of the Orcs gave a snort and rolled his eyes. “It’s just one measly elf! She talks tough,” he began as he pushed past the others and charged forward, his large blade rearing back ready to strike. “But she won’t be talking when we’re--” He’s cut off with a roaring shout as an arrow embedded itself into his exposed thigh, one shot from the bow of the hidden sentinel in the trees. The Sin’dorei turned his attention to them and quickly reached for his quiver, nocking another arrow and looking up where the arrow had come from. It all happened so fast then. Two massive bears, each bearing the crescent of the moon on their shoulders, leaped out from either side and landed upon the Troll and the club-wielding Orc. They screamed, shouting with rage and fear as they tried to retaliate against the creatures. Iorine stood her ground as the assault began, her darkened eyes locked on the Orc’s rage-filled gaze. He turned to her, shouting with fury as he reached down to wrench the arrow from his leg and snap its shaft in his hand, throwing it aside after his little display. He charged forward, this time unimpeded. It was Iorine herself who would take this one, as the sentinel and the Sin’dorei exchanged shots. Her eyes closed and her hands finally raised to her sides, palms up toward the night sky, and her form shifted. It was as if she had called the heavens down upon herself, with her body becoming almost translucent and small shimmering stars falling around her, as if Iorine herself were made of starlight. It did make the Orc give pause, and though he did not stop completely his charge did begin to hesitate. Iorine’s eyes then snapped open, the darkness replaced with pure white light. Her hands raised higher, reaching for the sky and tightening into fists. As they closed a beam of light came down from above, slamming down upon the Orc charging at her and pummelling him harder and hotter with the fury and hatred of the moon until he fell to a knee before her. He grunted, panted, struggling for breath and trying desperately to get off the ground. Iorine finally frowned, her gaze lidded and her upper lip twitching at the sight before her. Ahead of her she could hear the roars of the bears, the dying screams of the Troll and the other Orc, the call of the distressed Kodo and the pleas from the Tauren trying to calm it down. The Sin’dorei laid on the ground, blood pooling around him from a wound created by an arrow through his throat.

“You talk tough,” she says coldly, “but you are afraid, aren’t you.” It was spoken less as a question and more as an observation, as Iorine’s hands came up to waist level. One by one her fingers curled in toward her palms. “Have you ever heard the screams of dying innocents, soldier? Truly heard them?” Vines began to slither from the bushes around them, finding the Orc’s ankles and climbing up his legs. He struggled too late, and he lost his grip on his sword as he instead tried to rip the persistent vines off his body. “Do you enjoy killing? Do you enjoy war? Does the heat of battle and the spray of blood excite you? Do you like seeing others afraid?” His eyes were wide, and the Orc found he couldn’t answer as he writhed and twisted against the vines curling around his body. They pinned his arms to his sides, and as he lost the support of his legs he was sent to the ground to lie on his side as the vines continued up his body. “That ends tonight. Because tonight, it is you who will know fear.” The vines finally closed around the Orc’s head as he began to plead to the Kaldorei, muffling his cries as the ground rumbled underneath him and he was slowly dragged beneath it. Iorine watched impassively, her hands turning to push her palms downward as if pushing him down herself. Her body moved with it, bending down lower and lower until the screams were silenced and the ground stopped moving.

Only one remained. The Tauren who had never raised arms against them, whose only focus had been trying to calm the Kodo. The sentinel dropped from the tree and the owl landed on a nearby stump, dropping his form to sit squatting upon it, his arms propped lazily on his thighs. It was five Kaldorei versus the one Tauren. He was shaking, holding the reins tightly like a lifeline keeping him there. Iorine continued forward again, walking at a steady pace toward the Tauren and the Kodo.

“W-WAIT! WAIT!” The Tauren pleaded, now to the Druid instead of the creature. “Take him! Take him! He has food! Water! Weapons! Medical supplies! He’s yours! Please! I--I don’t want to be here! I never wanted a part of this! I just wish to go home!”

Iorine stopped, her head tilting to one side as she observed the frightened Tauren. She said nothing. The Tauren swallowed hard and threw his hands forward, holding the reins in offering. “I know nothing I say. Or do. Can fix what our Warchief did. But. Not everyone agrees with it. Okay? I--I am one of them. I promise. We’re just taking--”

“Orders,” Iorine cut in, her voice a hiss. “Just following orders. Have you no free will? Have you no minds to yourselves? If you truly disagreed, where were you stopping this from happening?”

“It’s not that simple--”

“Oh, but it is that simple. Words mean nothing, Tauren. Not to us. When Sylvanas gave the order to burn us, if you didn’t agree you should have laid down your arms in defiance! It is that simple! It just takes ONE. SOLID. ACT.” Her hands tightened at her sides, and a glow began to emanate from them. “Where were those who disagreed when they slaughtered our people? When they stole these lands! When they started a pointless war?! When they BURNED. OUR. INNOCENTS. ANIMALS. MEN. WOMEN. THE CHILDREN?” Her voice boomed like thunder, and it echoed in the silence of the forest. The Tauren began to sob, his body shaking as he lowered himself down to his knees and then prostrated himself before the Kaldorei before him.

“I was not there! I was still behind! There are still those who want no part of this! I swear to you! I--I’ll go back! I’ll rally them! I’ll get them to start showing their disagreement! I’ll find those who don’t want any of this and we’ll defy orders! I promise! I swear it!”

Silence filled the air around the Kaldorei and the Tauren. The bears snarled, looking to Iorine. The Sentinel drew back her bowstring, an arrow aimed toward the Tauren as she waited. The other Druid simply waited.

In Iorine’s head all she heard was the roaring of flames. The creaking of wood as trees and branches broke under the heat of fire. The screams. So many cries for help. She could still smell the smoke.

The silence was palpable, but everyone merely waited for Iorine to speak. Eventually she reached down to take the reins, holding them out to her side. One of the bears shifted from bear to man, and he took the reins in his hand to gently coax the Kodo to him. Iorine’s gaze never left the Tauren. “I will give you this final chance, but do not squander it. I cannot promise others will be so merciful.” The Tauren nodded his head, his body shaking with fear and sobs. “But if I ever see you supporting this war again, there will be no further kindness your way. Go.”

He scrambled to his feet, bowing again for the group of Kaldorei before he took off running. His stomping hooves could be heard fleeing into the forest, where none of the Kaldorei followed. They instead turned to the Kodo, assuring it of its safety until they could begin guiding it away.

Her form faded back to normalcy, and Iorine’s shoulders sagged as she sighed and closed her eyes. “We should get these supplies to safety,” Iorine said with a hoarseness to her voice as she turned away from the others. There was no objection as they got moving, leaving the beaten path to guide the Kodo back to the other Kaldorei at camp.

She was so tired. But she had to press on. For them.

So that one day the screaming would stop...

#wrarp #WoW RP #Night Elf #Kaldorei #Wyrmrest Accord RP #A snippet of where Iorine was during BFA #She would've been more focused on justice for her people #This shit keeps happening to them and she's tired of it #She's done #No more Miss Nice Druid

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iorine · 4 years

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Before the burning of Teldrassil Iorine was very much as described in the initial post. She was gentle, nurturing, and peaceful. That wasn’t to say she wouldn’t take up arms when necessary, but even her methods of combat could be seen as “gentle”. Merciful, usually with as quick and painless of deaths as she could. Or simply incapacitating them to let nature take its course afterward.

But since the burning she's no longer peaceful. She has become ruthless, terrifying. Angry. She's not gentle anymore. She's out for blood, one for every Kaldorei soul lost. An even exchange.

Can we talk about druids for a sec?

Druids are supposed to be the heralds of nature. The protectors of the balance of life and death and it doesn’t get anymore black and white than that. However, for whatever reason people seem to take with caring for nature as being a pacifist and not being able to fight. When it’s the opposite of that.

People forget that nature isn’t always docile. Ever been in a tornado? It’s a cyclone of wind that depending on how fast the winds blow can tear through a town, ripping up structures, and even killing people. It’s violent. Same goes for every natural disaster. They’re violent.

Even some herbivores can be as ferocious as carnivores. Ever been around a duck with little ducklings, they can bite. Hippos won’t hesitate to kill you. And a myriad of plant eaters won’t hesitate to fight you. Just because they may seem docile doesn’t mean that they are.

Druids should be treated in the same manner. Druids can be ferocious, they can be cruel. They can deck you in the face if they wanted to. They’re not always going to be docile. I mean hell, if you played a druid and picked Broll Bearmantle for the Order Hall ally, you’d be bombared with Broll Bearmantle exclaiming how you shouldn’t mess with nature, how he will bring out Nature’s Fury, and Nature’s Wrath. Druids will fuck you up.

Even Malfurion Stormrage, aka Hippie Grandpa will fuck you up. Sure he slept for a very long time, and needed to be saved from Xavius during Legion, however during the cinematic where Tyrande becomes the Night Warrior, Malfurion traps a Forsaken dude and then has the ground eat him. Peace loving what?

Malfurion and Broll aren’t the only druids that are willing to get a little stabby. Thisalee Crow is a feral druid and a follower of Aviana during Cataclysm and Legion, however, while Aviana is kind and gentle; Thisalee is not. Thisalee can be cruel, violent and even brash for being a Druid of the Talon. She even says as much as you run through Legion with her.

Not to mention let’s not act like Druids weren’t there fighting during the War of the Satyr, or the War of Shifting Sands or fuck during the War of the Ancients. Let alone the Third War. Or the Fourth War. They know how to fight and fight well. They’re not going to be pacifists. It’s fine is some are, but you can’t apply that to the whole of Druids.

Druids don’t exist in this hive mind where everyone one of them thinks and acts the same. That would make for a terribly boring plot wouldn’t it? Let’s have some individuality. And let’s not punish people icly for wanting to be different.

Druids are kind of like Pagans.

Except not all Pagans are about nature, in fact most of the pagan religions don’t have much to do with nature but are lumped intogether because they just shared this bond that they weren’t wholly Christian, Jewish or Muslim, or Bah’ai.

And they’re not peace loving or are all about love and light. There some that worship deities of war, some that do sacrifice animals or use blood. Some worship Satan. Some of us use curses or hexes.

This idea that we’re all about love and light and not harming things came from one Silver Raventwit. *coughs* Silver Raventwat. Silver Ravendumbfuck. Silver Ravenliarliarpantsonfire. *clears my throat.*

Silver Ravenwolf. There we go. Since the 90′s, Silver Ravenwolf wrote a series of books on how Pagans and witches should be peaceful and kind and ended up bastardizing a whole religion to meet her needs. The reality is far grimer than that but every now and then you get new Pagans and witches appearing and colliding with other Pagans. (Which isn’t very love and light).

Pagans don’t exist in this hive mind. We all think and act differently and believe differently and that’s fine. Druids operate, or should operate in the same manner: that they all do their shit differently and that’s fine.

“I know like one druid and they’re peaceful and they all must be peaceful.”

That’s called the exception to the rule. The only thing that is mentioned on Wowpedia and even in game material is that they are the protectors of nature. Nothing about them being peaceful or even being kind. In fact the in game description for feral reads as this:

“ Feral druids become ferocious, agile stalkers—ripping, biting, and bleeding their enemies dry. The forces of chaos are tamed by the druid’s primal fury “

Yes because that is totally peaceful. But trying to tell a feral druid to let go of their ferocity and be peaceful is like trying to tell a Norse Pagan that maybe they should worship a peaceful deity. It’s not going to happen.

So in conclusion:

Druids don’t have to be peaceful or kind. They can deck you in the face. They fought in wars. They are ferocious.

Fuck off with your Silver Ravenwolf branded bullshit.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

#druids #i plan on writing something about this #she has some trauma

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