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Posts posted by Tristanel

  1. *The elf's eyes are dark, her face an emotionless mask.*

    You can tell the Raven Cross that I am coming for them. Each and everyone of the that fights beneath that banner are as good as dead. And Illisade...

    *She growls, her lip curling up into a sneer*

    Him and that -woman- will answer to me, and I promise you it won't be pleasant.

    *Her eyes linger on the Goblin's face a moment, the look positively deadly. Without another word she turns her horse around and kicks it into a full gallop.*

  2. The elf sat in high backed chair in Cut Throat Alley, shuffling through papers that littered the table. The sun had set on the Veiled Council, and it was time to send out letters letting her children know that it was time to set their tabards aside. She smiled faintly as she scratched words into the parchment. Time to set aside the tabards, but never the masks.

    An old friend had come back into town and Nel had decided to join back up with the Raven's Wing. She had written many of the members, even those she hadn't seen in weeks, but one name stuck out to her. Peritous. The man had been her second in command, her confidant, and her friend. Her hand stopped in mid sentence as her mind wandered. Where was he now? She hadn't spoken to him in almost a month, and try as she may to not care for anyone, the death knight had found a soft spot in her heart. Not that of a lover, more of a brother. Someone she could count on to always have her back.

    Her icy blue eyes looked the paper over, the words, the sentences. She frowned then. Too much to read, too much to process. Crumpling the half-written letter, she slid over a blank piece of parchment and began to write swiftly and precisely. The man was smart. He would eventually get word of the dispersal of the Council, and whether or not he agreed, she knew that he would stand by her decision. Her smile was grim as she wrote a few lines, then looked them over again once more. It was everything he needed to hear, and everything she could give to him.

    Trystanel folded the letter up and dripped blood red wax onto the back of the letter. Pressing a mask seal into the rapidly cooling wax, she let herself smile. In time they would meet again, and only he would be able to tell her if it would be the last. She had made a promise, one that she intended on following through on.

    Later, when the Knight received the letter, very few words would he read.


    My promise stands. I’ll send you to the Nether the only way I know you’d want to go. Just say the words, and my blade is yours. Take care of yourself, my friend.

    -Trystanel Terkerinor '

  3. The elf wasn't angry. She wasn't even upset. You see, she had gone so far beyond the point of anger, that she had looped right around to being calm about the situation.

    Trystanel's eyes scanned the frozen plains, a few caribou ran about in the snow, a mamoth or two made their slow pace across the fields, but there wasn't an elf to be seen. At least not hers.

    "Dammit child..." She led the gryphon into a downward spiral, a mountain range looming ahead of her. She was about to turn back around and start at another end of Northrend when she heard the wailing. It rose and fell and finally reached her high-perched ears. Unaware, at the time, that those bagpipes belonged to the very dwarf who had kidnapped her daughter, she followed the sound.

    Curiosity mixed with a certain annoyance led her to the broken down door of the Dwarf's cave. She hefted her axe into her plated hands and jumped off the gryphon. The bird eyed the axe and took back to the sky. Leif was a brave bird, but slightly squeamish. He had seen what his mistress had done to people with that axe, and he was well off without seeing it again.

    Trystanel looked into the cave, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. The dwarf stood a ways back, she couldn't really see his face, and a very mad Worg looked like it had just lost a promised snack. A little further back sat her daughter, chained to a chair with a gag in her mouth.

    Suddenly her blood was boiling, she closed her eyes, her hand in a fist. The ground behind her shattered and broke, a corpse raising itself from the dirt and ice. It looked at the Death Knight with sightless eyes, then moved, rather quickly at the dwarf.

    As the ghoul lept to the dwarf, Trystanel darted towards her daughter, Axe held high. With a practiced swing, the blade bit through metal and wood, severing the back legs off the chair. Trystanel caught the tipping chair with the side of her axe, waiting until Kairiel had removed herself from the chair to split the chains that held her feet. She looked at her daughter, just a moment passed before she smiled, "Get outside, Leif will get you."

    Her silver haired daughter nodded her head once, and then blurred from her sight. A grin painted itself across Trystanel's face as she turned to see how her ghoul fared. Kairiel was fast, she had barely seen the young elf move. A quick glimpse over her left shoulder told her that Leif had picked up her daughter and they were well on their way out. Good. Now for the questioning and disemboweling.

  4. Nel smiles for a minute, then shakes her head sadly. "He's a good man, and has become a good friend. I made him a promise... and someday I plan to uphold it. I just hope that it's what he really wants." She looks off into the distance for a moment, then sighs heavily. "I know he'd do the same for me..."

  5. That's my girl... Not sure why she wants to hang around her father so much, but hey, I'm not going to tell her to not. She needs to know for herself who she is, and Illisade can help her with her chosen path far better than I'll ever be able to.

  6. "In shadows is where we dwell. We are the secrets, we are the lies, we are the masks and the actors in this absurd tale. We are the unstoppable force of Hope, and the distinctly fond sense of euphoria. You do not speak of the Council; you do not acknowledge the Council. We are simply here to help move things along.”

    Kill one to save a thousand.

    We do the dirty work, the things that go on behind the curtains before anyone see’s what’s going on. Death is an idle threat where we come from, and not one that we are too fond of. Enemies? We have them. Do we worry? Not for a moment.

    To some we are the heroes, to others we are the Villains. To us, we simply do what we think is right and consequences be damned. We serve no one, and everyone. Your morals are your own, we don’t ask that you take on ours, but we do have rules. They are simple as this: You follow them. When the Masque bids, you come. You do not kill the young. You do not harm the old. You fight the Scourge and the Legion tooth and nail. When a Brother or Sister needs you, you give your life for them.

    OOC Info:

    We are currently accepting all classes and levels. Eventually we plan on doing world PvP as well as Raiding. We are a heavy Role Play guild and intend on doing large RP events as well.

    We interact with many different guilds on different levels, and enjoy forming ties with Alliance and Horde members. This is not to say that we necessarily like the Horde in character, but we do have ties with a few members.

    If you’re interested or have any questions feel free to contact Either Trystanel or Peritous.

    I’ll be posting Ranks and Officers once I have them concrete, as well as general rules and the like. Just wanted to get something up. ^_^

  7. Nel smiles darkly. "Rohan... sweet, sweet Rohan... my little thorn. He dislikes those that wear my tabbard. I'm really not sure what to think of him. Not sure if he's just an angry child, or someone who truly believe his ways are right. But in the end, we all fall short... poor boy. I'll dig his grave a bit deeper so that he never has to become what I have. It's the least I can do..."

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    Full Name: Trystanel Icaria Shadowglade Terkerinor

    Nicknames: Nel, Tryst, Nellerina and Miss Cross.

    Date of Birth: The 8th day of February

    Age: "Older than you... most likely."

    Race: Kal'dorei

    Gender: "Last I checked? Still a female."

    Hair: Dark silver green.

    Skin: A light dusky lavender.

    Eyes: Ice blue.

    Height: 6'0"

    Weight: 140 lbs.

    Places of residence: Ashenvale

    Place of Birth: Unknown

    Known Relatives: Lainir- Twin brother {Living} Kairiel- Daughter {Deceased} Lailinarel- Wife {Deceased}

    Religion/Philosophy: "I follow no religion."

    Occupation: Mercenary

    Group/Guild affiliation: The Raven's Wing

    Guild Rank: Right Wing

    Enemies: Tyrande Whisperwind, Fanrdal Staghelm, Maiev Shadowsong and anyone she's paid to make an enemy out of. Rohan has found a 'special' place in her heart.

    Likes: Forests, fire, rain the oceans and mist.

    Favorite Foods: "Anything that I can eat."

    Favorite Drinks: "Cherry Grog and any Wildhammer Ale I can find."

    Favorite Colors: Black, green and grey.

    Weapons of Choice: "Daggers or fist weapons. Both are pleasing to me. Anything else just gets... less personal. I've been forced, however to pick up slightly heavier weapons. I do love axes..."

    Dislikes: "Tyrande Whisperwind, Fandral Staghelm, Maiev Shadowsong, Druids in general, Priests in general, Idiots, Know-it-alls, most Night Elves, and people who ask too many questions."

    Hobbies: "As in things I like to do in my spare time? Give me spare time, and I'll let you know."

    Physical Features: She is slender and moves with a lithe step. Her face is usualy emotionless, a mask when she finds herself without one. Though usually hidden, scars trace from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine and look like they were recieved quite painfully. Two newer scars can be seen... sometimes. One is on the front of her neck, and the other is on the back. Both run horizontally and look as though they were recieved by a sword blade. They haven't healed, and the skin is sewn together with silver thread.

    Positive Personality Traits: "I have none."

    Negative Personality Traits: "I have too many."

    Misc. Quirks: Once intoxicated, Nel seems to lose her head and becomes an almost bearable person to be around.

    Theme Song(s)" Saliva- Rest In Pieces

    History: Only so much time to say what needs to be said. So little time. My name is Tristanel Icaria Shadowglade and I am about to die. So much has happened in the past weeks that need to be accounted for, and I can only remember so much. I’ll try as my life seeps away to make this right. So that those who were not here may know what happened.

    I was a Watcher. I was a jailer and a keeper to one of the most powerful beings in this world. Illidan wasn’t a beast, he was no monster he was simply misled and mistaken. Many nights I would pace outside of his cell and sing songs. Goddess, I can’t even remember them now. Lullaby’s mostly, soothing songs with sad melodies. He seemed to like those the most, and I didn’t have a problem singing them for him.

    Erevan was my superior. He was one of the few male Watchers under Maiev’s scrutinizing eye. He was strong, kind and honest. And I loved him. We were always together, weather or not we were on duty. There were very few times when we were apart, and that was the way that I preferred it. He could always make me smile, even if the day was all but lost to me. I would often times run my fingers through his midnight blue hair and sigh, happiness found at moments like that.

    Erevan and myself were always near Illidan. Him watching, me singing and Illidan… being himself. It was a happy existence. I was in need of nothing and my immoral body wasn’t tiring any time soon. My life was being a Watcher, and my soul was Erevan. I was complete. Until Tyrande came.

    Maiev took her job very seriously. We were Watchers and watch we did. Our orders were simple: Keep Illidan in the Den. Do not let him out, do not let anyone in. Simple. Rules set down by Tyrande herself. The backstabbing bitch.

    I heard screams start down the den. They echoed off the walls and buried themselves in my brain… I hear them screaming still. My brothers and sisters in arms were being murdered and I couldn’t get to them fast enough. I ran, my eyes scanning the turns and the halls as I made my way towards where the screams came from. My feet came to a halt as I rounded a corner. There lay Erevan, his blue hair tinted dark with blood and his mouth open slightly. I fell to my knees by his side, my hands shaking as I brushed his cheek with the back of my gloved hand.

    I couldn’t speak, my voice had taken flight, as had my heart. His breathing was shallow, barely a breath stirred in his chest. Leaning forward I pressed my lips to his forehead, my heart breaking. He looked up at me for a moment, recognition lighting his eyes and a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

    “…for you… I fought so you had… a chance to run.” His voice broke when he spoke, the effort taking much out of him. I quieted him by pressing my lips to his. He exhaled and was still. No tears came to my eyes, I did not weep for I no longer knew emotion. All I had was hatred and that was more than enough.

    I followed the path of dead bodies until I came to who I was looking for. Erevan’s murderer. Tyrande stood, her face splattered with the blood of my kin and her hands raised.

    “We need him, Tristanel. Illidan is needed to free us.” She looked half mad, or perhaps she had stolen herself to her mission and was as emotionless as I was. All the better, I would almost feel bad to kill someone with a conscience.

    Before I could move I heard Maiev’s voice ring out from behind Tyrande. The Priestess turned and I ran at her back, I didn’t care what honor I was losing, I wanted her dead. I wanted her lifeless eyes staring into oblivion. She spun before I could lodge my sword in her back. Her eyes were deadly as she parried and swung her own sword at me. I brought up my left arm, the blade biting into my skin through my leather armor. She raised her sword to swing at me again before I heard the twang of the bow and saw an arrow fly an inch shy of her head.

    She kicked me hard in the chest and ran towards Maiev. My vision swam as I tried to maintain my conscious mind. Whatever was happening I couldn’t see, only hear yells and screams and then finally there was silence.

    Hands were touching my shoulder, my arm, my cheeks. I flinched and opened my eyes to a familiar face. Maiev looked down at me, dried blood smeared across her face and her eyes were dark in the dim light.

    “She’s alive.”

    Then strong arms lifted me off the dirt floor and I was being carried off somewhere. My head hung limply from my shoulders, all my strength spent. What was happening? I was confused and dazed, all the adrenaline leaving my system left me tired. Why wouldn’t they just let me die? I didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be where Erevan was. A moan escaped my lips and whoever was carrying me took it as a cry of pain. She hushed me gently and then I was being placed on a soft bed.

    Again I lost consciousness, my head hurt and my chest throbbed as if the sword had been driven through my heart and not into my arm. Slowly, hours later, I opened my eyes. Bodies lay around me, all alive I realized after some time. There was not one that was not wounded; bandages on heads, arms, legs and torso’s. It wasn’t until later that I would find out that Tyrande had wounded all of them in her crazed attempt to free Illidan. She had been successful.

    Along with my Erevan, fifteen others had died. Maiev’s distress and anger infected us all as we packed up and attempted to go after Illidan once more. Tyrande had let loose a monster that should never have seen the sun again and it was our job to get him back. Weather or not we agreed, it was our duty. We followed her trail and his for weeks, never stopping long enough for my grief to overtake me.

    We found them at Sargeras’s tomb. They were after a skull of some sort, a fact that didn’t matter to me. Maiev had us go in after him and we did. Faith. We had it in quantities, a fact that now looking back on it makes me think we set ourselves up for what was about to happen.

    Illidan escaped. The tomb collapsed. Maiev escaped without so much as a backwards glance to me and the rest of the Watchers trapped inside the sinking tomb. I was saved by those who would have seen me fall. A portal was left open and untouched. Who had escaped through it or where it led didn’t come to mind as I ran through the opening moments before the rocks broke free and crushed the others. If anyone followed me through the portal, I never saw them.

    I find myself on a beach, where… I do not know. My back feels as though it’s on fire… I can’t move. I hope someone finds this and does what I fear I have little time to do.