Post by Periella Sylvestria on Dec 8, 2020 23:16:39 GMT -5
The last damned words that slowly breathed out of her lungs were "Fate is for fools.", as she plunged Ris' through the quivering mass of flesh and bone that had the nerve of sneaking up on her... as well as making a snide remark. These... warriors were stronger than many she had faced. As if they truly knew tactics and proper strategy.
As she recovered her breath, pulling the blade from the corpse that had tried to tell her that 'Fate is chosen by the victors', which, they didn't lie, just sadly misjudged her strength. Even if she knew she was well in over her head. This land? This... Realm, this plane? When she had received the summons of a strange missive, not from the normal SI:7, Iron Clasp, or fel, even Uncrowned - She had felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Purpose. Although retirement sounded lovely, being able to open her own forge, she knew it would be fierce competition with the dwarves; Purpose of one last job, and the possibility of the rarest minerals she might be able to turn a profit on when she would eventually return home.
She stowed Ris' upon her back, alongside his brother, Ven. They felt far more restless ever since coming to the festering wastes of Maldraxxus, as they both continued gnawing at the edge of her thoughts. They... thirsted for glory and conquest which felt very different from the usual, 'They looked at you funny, Periella.' 'You want us to teach them a lesson?'. She brushed away the whispers of the blades for now. Looking upon the horizon as the light began to dim and this... ethereal energy coalesced into a shimmer of raw anima in the sky. It twinkled much like the stars on Azeroth but it felt closer. Like you could reach it.
Her hand extended, grasping at the energy as it intertwined around her exposed fingers and the plate gloved the remainder. She felt the lifeforce of this entangle around her. Reaching deeper. Her soul. She closed her eyes, letting the embrace capture her for but a moment. Like all feelings they were fleeting.
She looked around to ensure she was still alone. Her long pointed ears tilted behind. She was not alone.
((Hello! Kat's most amazing TRP drew me in to make a post here , hope you all are having a lovely expansion release! Anyone may feel free to reply to this. Some OOC knowledge: Periella is a female Ren'dorei, standing 5' 7" with a fairly athletic and muscular build, with a pale complexion veering more towards a Quel'dorei's. However her hair is silvered with fairly stark void tinge that is currently tied in a rough bun. She has pale indigo eyes that look sincere, but also fairly wise. Like most elves she doesn't show a clear age but just by posture and the way she carries herself, one might assume older. She is adorned in very well kept plate armor, made out of a combination of elementium, cobalt, and ghost iron, with etched filigree resembling that of both runic in nature and decorative celtic style knots. She has two swords upon her back, both appearing to be worn, ancient even, but still well sharpened. Bone forms much of the hilt, bolster, and spines of the blades. They emanate a frost like void aura, to those sensitive to such. She has a few tattoos, however only two would be visible at the moment, one clearly of a fox silhouette with a tiny square just below it, and the other mostly covered but coming off the left side of her collarbone is that of a runic circle, with a few arcane symbols.))
As she recovered her breath, pulling the blade from the corpse that had tried to tell her that 'Fate is chosen by the victors', which, they didn't lie, just sadly misjudged her strength. Even if she knew she was well in over her head. This land? This... Realm, this plane? When she had received the summons of a strange missive, not from the normal SI:7, Iron Clasp, or fel, even Uncrowned - She had felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Purpose. Although retirement sounded lovely, being able to open her own forge, she knew it would be fierce competition with the dwarves; Purpose of one last job, and the possibility of the rarest minerals she might be able to turn a profit on when she would eventually return home.
She stowed Ris' upon her back, alongside his brother, Ven. They felt far more restless ever since coming to the festering wastes of Maldraxxus, as they both continued gnawing at the edge of her thoughts. They... thirsted for glory and conquest which felt very different from the usual, 'They looked at you funny, Periella.' 'You want us to teach them a lesson?'. She brushed away the whispers of the blades for now. Looking upon the horizon as the light began to dim and this... ethereal energy coalesced into a shimmer of raw anima in the sky. It twinkled much like the stars on Azeroth but it felt closer. Like you could reach it.
Her hand extended, grasping at the energy as it intertwined around her exposed fingers and the plate gloved the remainder. She felt the lifeforce of this entangle around her. Reaching deeper. Her soul. She closed her eyes, letting the embrace capture her for but a moment. Like all feelings they were fleeting.
She looked around to ensure she was still alone. Her long pointed ears tilted behind. She was not alone.
((Hello! Kat's most amazing TRP drew me in to make a post here , hope you all are having a lovely expansion release! Anyone may feel free to reply to this. Some OOC knowledge: Periella is a female Ren'dorei, standing 5' 7" with a fairly athletic and muscular build, with a pale complexion veering more towards a Quel'dorei's. However her hair is silvered with fairly stark void tinge that is currently tied in a rough bun. She has pale indigo eyes that look sincere, but also fairly wise. Like most elves she doesn't show a clear age but just by posture and the way she carries herself, one might assume older. She is adorned in very well kept plate armor, made out of a combination of elementium, cobalt, and ghost iron, with etched filigree resembling that of both runic in nature and decorative celtic style knots. She has two swords upon her back, both appearing to be worn, ancient even, but still well sharpened. Bone forms much of the hilt, bolster, and spines of the blades. They emanate a frost like void aura, to those sensitive to such. She has a few tattoos, however only two would be visible at the moment, one clearly of a fox silhouette with a tiny square just below it, and the other mostly covered but coming off the left side of her collarbone is that of a runic circle, with a few arcane symbols.))