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Missives & Marginalia

There was a particular kind of silence in Hallowfall—not a welcome hush, but an imposed stillness. A breath held.

The letter had come carefully sealed in crimson wax. The words gentle, all things considered. Though sharp enough, knowing flattery alone would not lure.

“There is something you must see,” she wrote. Of arrangements made at one of the Arathi encampments—its zeal-bound heirs of a former golden age still prostrating beneath Beledar’s light. The story drew more question than pity, but I was assured my presence, my consult, was expected.

The Order of Night's tower still stood, scorched with failure and whispers of those consumed by ritual. The ruins of the Dawntower smoldered, the choke of lingering shadow—and ash waiting to speak.

Crystalline harmonics mirrored what was no longer coincidence, depictions in caves smudged and clawed, reaching for the Light.

Renilash? Xal’atath? Or perhaps older.

Whether the Arathi desired purge or answer, something lay patient. Something that did not wish to be found.

Odegaard Library, University of Washington.

“Hero comes with expectations.” A smile tugged at one side of her mouth. “Though whether the title is claimed or given seems to be the nuance.”

Her laugh came light, a hint of curiosity in its expression.

The portal was different than her own, even the Kirin Tor's, though its threads she recognized from brief—very brief—engagements with Shal’dorei telemancers.

Any shade of the Arcane, its call, was worth answering.

@uinens

Elu is a little bit of an Oculeth fangirl and is quietly reeling. Journal scribbles definitely incoming.

Okay, so I might do more than one of these...

from For the Sleepwalkers.

A memory settled—the monster. The one whose thread had been severed.

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Tugging at leather gloves, he watched her carefully.

“I find myself looking for something. Echoes in minds torn apart at the seams, only wishing to carve them out along with their hearts.”

Tapping his brow, he explained, “I believe we've discovered something truly magnificent here. The art of the unsure. Seeing your aura, you know what I mean. The endless void. A force incomprehensible.”

“You strike me as knowledgeable, an individual that can aid me.”

With a hum he removed his glasses. His eyes swirled with dark energy that had likely cut straight into many lost souls.

“But denying the self is pointless. It will break free eventually. And when that happens…” he tsked. “Well, you and I both know the beast that will be unleashed.”

He did not hide his fascination with her. A smirk widened. “Perhaps you believe I am dangerous.”

The bustle of Stormwind was indifferent to the shadows between them.

“Yet, I stand here in spite of what you are. Fate still appears to be in your hands.”

Her eyes followed a passing silhouette. “Even if in plain sight.”

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Even then there was something in his voice—not longing, but loss. A monster in the shape of a man, but no longer tethered to the idea. He saw the divide of humanity between them. Saw what could be twisted. And knew he could not give it. Not because he wouldn’t—but because he could no longer.

Z's side is in white, Elu's in purple. This was so fun: Z speaks like the Void is his personality. Elu speaks like the Void is her problem.

Shae and Elu cosplaying Alleria and Xally 💜 collab with @mischiart

And so the curiosity was met.

“To walk with it, I welcome that which offers no promise.”

“The Void desires our madness. A distraction—what does not want to be known.”

Violet eyes grew heavy.

“But it only asks: is the cost of knowledge worth the reward. Or will we surrender to the need for our own destruction?”

Her expression darkened with a knowing smile. “And so, the mind frays.”

Thank you for the ask anon!!

from Planetarium.

More Elu expression sketches