Sinlanna

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  1. ACK I'M SO THRILLED/EXCITED AHHHHHH!!!!
  2. I dunno some goblin girl. Hahaha you guys thought you got rid of me.
  3. ((YOU. YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! *has a heart attack*))
  4. The land mocks me. From a young girl who wavered between the idleness of school and home, I was rootless. My parents had no grander plans for me, as they struggled to reclaim their glory and seek revenge over those who cursed our vineyard. Now these hills take no roots, as if to mirror their holder. The unnecessary mockery of it stings my ego. Much of my story has been told already, in these past entries. Their message echoes into my future, the tale referencing itself as it remains unfinished. Isendur’s story might see it’s final chapter, at lea
  5. Every once in awhile, a doodle gets wildly out of hand. This is one such example. Here's the B&W version, because I love it too much not to put it up.
  6. Because I was sick of not having an avatar for Dora.
  7. They’ve responded to my request in a week’s time. The bumbling idiots that act as administration to the Seminary of the Sunflare will pay the price for ignoring my initial inquiries. They need to quickly learn the worth of their history if they intend to re-establish their house as a sanctum of learning, or else they’ll lose favor with their previous benefactors. They’ll heed the name Arath’dorei again, as they did for the Patriarch Bacrean. His granddaughter will know the same respect. I’ll make do with the recruits they’ve sent me for now. Three acolytes whose names I’ve not both
  8. *vomits lineart and coloring* *calls it art* Dora as Frisk from Undertale
  9. Can't be Sin...she's occupied. But I think we can work something out.
  10. When I get a reason to rp with your sorry butt, that's when! =P
  11. Have a quick sketch of Zak and his baby. This post has been promoted to an article
  12. I sit at a vanity table whose contents I recognize but have never touched. There’s threads or hair like copper wire weaving through the bristles of a paddle brush, the ends of them resting against the ivory handle. Rosewater in a crystal decanter. Vanilla extract encased in amber, the phial no bigger than my thumb. When I look into the reflection of the mirror, I see the expanse of the bed’s rolling hills. I can see the divot I had made lying in the valley they make. While I had rested there, hands that weren’t mine had reached for each other, the fingers woven together to create a cup over t
  13. <p>YOU. Have no earthly idea how loud I squealed when I saw that post on Sin's journal. Thank you for sending me into a dizzying euphoria <3</p>

  14. I described Amalyn Rayfeather as a beautiful woman. I’m about to spend the next several lines rectifying this mistake. I allowed myself to ruminate over that guilt whose source I cannot define. It followed me well into the early hours of the morning, until I realized that the night had passed without rest. Just thoughts of how I could make amends, or simply to speak to Amalyn again without shame curdling in my chest. I came up a plan, and set out to Dalaran to acquire the materials. When I returned to the base with the sun still hiding below the horizon line, I spied Zakael with the mother o
  15. I’ve never been one to believe in Fate. To do so would remove agency from my choices; it’s a convenient way to explain away uncomfortable circumstances or to give meaning to events that would otherwise have none, often to the benefit of a person’s agenda. Evidence as of late has brought that time-old debate back into relevancy. The facets of my life each bear a thread. My curiosity forced me to tug at the various lines I’ve laid out behind me. I begin to unravel them. I’ve mentioned before that when I was younger, I attended a convent under the suggestion of my family. I lost them, and any
  16. Sinlanna Arath'dorei: Shadowpriestess who wears leather and wields daggers. Chemist. Botanist. Currently hunting Arcturil. Being tempting out of habit. Where/Why to find her:She can be found relaxing in various arboretums, buying questionable ingredients in the wandering trade market. Very occasionally, she can be seen outside the gates of Undercity headed northeast. She'd be willing to chat if your character has an interest in working on experimental shadow techniques. She could always use an assistant/test subject. Or if you have decent knowledge in botany. Dora Arath'dorei: Fail hunter,
  17. On the insistence of Shae bae, I am creating this thread for others who would like to participate in this mood board creation! There are plenty of places online to find templates if you have any skill whatsoever using photoshop. Since some people have asked, this is my personal explanation of what a mood board is: A mood board, or an aesthetic board, is a collection of images meant to give an overall impression of a theme using color and imagery tied to that theme. So for instance, Djara is a shaman who uses a lot of voodoo elements in her work, hence the voodoo bowls and the fetishes. Make
  18. On a roll today! Cobrak's Mood board, which had his input throughout the process!
  19. Not my usual thing, but...I was inspired to make a mood board for Djara.
  20. Oh wow! This is so exciting! I can't wait to see how this works out =)
  21. <p>Fae bae! <3</p>

  22. Guys. I hate coloring. I REALLY REALLY HATE coloring. I've been working on coloring this f*cking thing ALL DAY and NOTHING I do makes it look right. SO SCREW IT. You get the inked version until I can stomach the thought of going back and trying to make colors do what I want them to do. I like crossovers, and I always thought Shokkra as Undyne works so well! So here it is!
  23. Acrturil’s silence looms over my head like a cloud. The consequences of a sha creature with a piece of a man’s soul running loose on the main continents with a banquet of sorrow at every turn promises to be trouble at best. At least I find sport in testing the techniques I intend to use for his capture. The sphere I developed worked as intended. We’d picked out a field where the sickness had yet to be cleansed, with sha entities in enough numbers to be worth harvesting. With one brutal fight, enough to weaken them, the sphere would collect their essence into its hollow capsule to then be tak
  24. Xelkorak is dead, may she rot in the eternal damnation from which she spawned. At least her methods intrigued me more than the others. I’ve always believed that there is no agony greater than ones caused by our own nightmares, which she utilized to great effect. My one regret in all of this is that we failed to deliver the same suffering unto her. For every moment she forced me to contemplate the murder of my children, I would see that she watched her lover waste away beyond her reach for a matching lifetime. The opportunity is lost. I mourn it. We spent the aftermath of the fight burning th