#Seraanna Longveil

[longveil]

“And why do you see fit to interrupt... me within my study?”

Seraanna Longveil by the delightful Jo/@yuxingart.

Jo's already the artist behind one of my favorite Seraanna commissions, so I jumped at the chance when Patron-only slots opened at the start of the year. And they utterly outdid themselves with this piece. Spooky... disdainful... stunning.

#longveilart #yuxingart #seraanna longveil #wow art #commission #just can't stop looking at this #AND THOSE LEGS

[annadia-thorn]

Aralya'diel

The clipper Aralya’diel cut a sharp profile moored at the docks below Paw’don village; her lines and craftwork showed the vessel as one from Suramar’s shipyards, although the cut of her sails, for those with an eye, bore the influence of Quel’thalas. A lanky figure with long tusks and a shock of upright hair stood on the forward decks, a three-fingered hand held over his eyes as he peered towards the village above.

“‘ey, Cap’n Tightpants,” the troll called out, “I tink dat be your sister comin’.”

Annadia ducked out of the clipper’s aftcastle, adjusting a tricorn hat adorned with a nigh-ridiculous feather to just the right rakish angle. Black leather pants, fitted tight enough to earn the troll’s epithet, were tucked into knee-high cavalier boots buckled close around her calves, the outfit topped with a bishop-sleeved loose linen shirt left dangerously unbuttoned and secured only by an elaborately embroidered half-corset.

All the ensemble required were her blades and pistols but those? Those remained below decks. The conditions of Paw’don's dockmaster were strict, and the local Pandaren had not forgotten the memory of what had once been Garrosh’ar Point.

“Yeah, that’s Seraa,” the sin’dorei agreed, walking across the deck to join the troll at the clipper’s forecastle. The distant figure was making her unhurried way along the winding path from the village to the docks, followed by a shadow far darker than could be accounted for by the springtime sun. “I’m surprised you remember her. And Ko’jin - you’re gonna have to stop calling me that when we get a full crew.”

Annadia gave him a sidelong look, golden eyes narrowing as the troll burst out in laughter.

“Only when you stop dressin’ like de covah o’ some cheap trash book,” the lanky troll retorted after his laughter subsided, “or mebbe you be plannin’ for an early Hallow’s End, eh?” His broad smile, echoed by Annadia a breath later, dulled the sharp edges of their banter.

She lifted a lazy hand with one finger extended in a near-universal gesture. “Let me have it, huh? It’s fun to play the part. We’re still breaking her in,” Anna patted the carved railing, “and I’ve been dreaming of my own ship since I was little. Besides…”

She checked the cinch of her waspie and adjusted her bosom emphatically, “If they’re distracted by my tits, they won’t see how blind we’re stealing them.” Her grin grew sly, long brows raised with hints of salacious intent.

“If it’s larceny on ya mind, you gon be needin’ more den dose baps,” Ko’jin snorted with mock derision, only to wince and move away from the punch Annadia aimed at his arm. “Spirits, ya be abusin’ yer crew already! Fine cap’n you gonna make.”

Annadia huffed an exaggerated pout of aggrievement before looking back along the path. Her sister was near halfway from the village, close enough that Annadia waved and shouted a greeting, the shadowed figure raising a hand in silent response.

A nudge from Ko’jin pushed Annadia in the direction of the gangplank. “You go’wan an’ meet her. Ghaz won’ be back from Two Moons ‘til mornin’, an’ I still gotta finish wit’ inventory in de hold.” He considered Anna for a moment, “You still tink settin’ aside dat space be a good idea?”

“…Yeah. I got a feeling.” She gave a curt nod, still looking towards Seraanna’s approach and waving again. “This time.”

“Best t’be trustin’ a captain’s hunches, ‘den. Mebbe I’ll stop in t’greet you an’ her after y’both had some time for catchin’ up.”

“Captain.” A pleased smirk. “I still like the sound of that. Don’t lose yourself in the hold, or all the wine’ll be gone by the time you’re out.”

“An’ here you be tinkin’ I didn’t lay in extra.” Ko’jin made a shooing gesture. “Now git, ‘fore she boards an’ takes de helm while we’re jawin’.”

Annadia flipped the bird at him again and left, boots clacking along the gangplank as she debarked. Ko’jin watched, the troll‘s thick fingers worrying a dull amulet worn about his neck until he saw the two sisters - sin’dorei and ren’dorei - meet in an embrace still a hundred-odd yards from the docks. Only then did he make his way belowdecks.

"Dreamer be walkin’ again..."

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mentions: @longveil

Ko'jin & Ghaz have appeared in: Old Bindings (Seraanna, flashback) and Extinguished (Kyuusei)

#thornstories #annadia thorn #seraanna longveil #ko'jin and ghaz #old NPCs #| Masks |

[asherlin]

Current Characters

These are the characters I currently play and write for, all of whom can be found in Final Fantasy XIV on Mateus, Crystal Data Center.

If you're looking for my retired WoW OCs, they're here.

Serai Querel - @serai-querel, https://serai-querel.carrd.co

“Our father’s smile and mother’s fierceness. She carries them both.”

Daughter of the Qerel tribe, made in Nhaaama’s image for war. Serai left the Azim Steppe in her teens for the hustle and bustle of Kugane. Years later, that same wanderlust drew the young woman west - across Thavnair and Ala Mhigo to Eorzea - where she’s found herself in the company of mummers, heretics, warriors, and scholars. Bright and optimistic, Serai is an easily-underestimated pugilist of surprising ferocity; but more recently she's been seen carrying a red mage’s rapier and focus - and journeys regularly to Yedlihmad to meet with her “teacher.”

(art by @minoruru)

Seraanna Longveil - @longveil, https://longveil.carrd.co

“She has the delicate air of a person made of glass, knowing that once broken, glass can cut you worse than the sharpest knife.”

A young, fey midlander of Gridania, Seraanna and her mother Aralya were thought lost after the Garlean invasion that ended at the Battle of Silvertear Skies, over fifteen years past. In the confusion of the Final Days, a woman of that name registered herself alone among the refugees at Radz-at-Han. Her hair the color of ash and her voice soft and broken, she haunted the city’s alchemists before accepting travel to Eorzea. Seraanna now seems to move freely, almost randomly, between the Eorzean city-states, often visiting the less reputable of markets and shoppes. Shadows follow in her wake.

(art by @yuxingart)

Annadia Thorn - no links, currently

“All sharp blades and silver tongue.”

Annadia was born in the Black Shroud, the miqo'te Keeper chafing under the hunt marks enforced by the Gridanian Trapper’s League. Yet she was among the most skilled hunters of her tribe, with a brash demeanor to match. Differences with the Gridanians were set aside to fight the Garleans at Cartenau, and Annadia was among those few who survived Bahamut’s rampage after the red moon fell. She emerged from the battlefield's carnage carrying a Doman sword which she claimed to have taken from a fallen Garlean praefect. Five and more years later, Annadia has yet to return to the Shroud - instead hiring her skills out for coin and fancy. The Doman sword, she still wears at her side.

#new pinned #for new year #serai querel #seraanna longveil #annadia thorn

[longveil-ffxiv]

[ Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash ]

#source: unsplash #inspo #seraanna longveil

[bamicommissions]

FFXIV commission for @maxtartethepoptart, Max and Seraanna.

Seraanna belongs to @longveil .

#ff14 #FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy 14 #commission #fullbody commission #fullcolored commission #cel shaded commission

[antiquated-dust]

[Caption written by: @asherlin / @longveil]

“The small hours in Kugane, the markets shuttered and all reputable merchants long since departed for the evening. And yet there she was, the masked peddler of vials and elixirs, found perched upon one of the high spans. Her companion, quiet and ashen-haired, emerged from the shadows only briefly - joining the peddler for soft-spoken words before both departed into the night. What they spoke of, what they shared, even the closest ear could not discern. But their shared laughter echoed along the cobbles of Rakuza all the same...” ​

#Just them doing HGS #ffxiv gpose #screenshots #peddlers and shadows #Max Parkhurst #Seraanna Longveil

[maxparkhurst]

When had it changed?

Summer to Winter...

... And now back again.

Marked by the sudden chill which flared in her pocket.

Max dug the orb from its home in her pocket fold. Its cool touch sent pinpricks dancing down her spine as she stared into the coalescing shadows that lurked within. What once was dull and flat now glistened with the dark between the stars.

And brought with it the weight of the sky.

"Watch the shop..." she muttered, voice barely breaking the comfortable silence.

Max felt her brother's curious gaze press into her back; almost heard him cant his head as he hummed.

"Hmmmm?"

Slowly, she eased the books strewn across the table shut. "Watch," -she snuffed the burner of its flame, letting the vial settle from a roiling boil to a lackluster simmer- "The shop."

"Is something wrong?"

Augustine's gaze, laced with concern and threaded with worry, found her own in the candle's light. And the sky responded in kind, crushing the air from her throat. She managed a meager grin as her fist closed around the orb; hid it from his innocent eyes.

He swallowed hard. "Max...?"

In the single interim, between his bemusement melting into alarm, Max bolted out the door. His parting words - "Where are you going?!"- swallowed by the city din. A deafening buzz it was that crashed down upon her with force great enough to rattle her heart. Her gaze bore into the cobblestone as she weaved straight-legged through the evening crowd.

So focused she'd been these last few weeks. Walls upon walls build in place of the ones torn asunder by exchanges of truth. People got too close; she got too distracted. Don't open the curtains. Don't let them see... And yet somehow, someway, they got in. Her name buzzed on people's lips. Her face picked out of crowds with ease, greeted with smiles and waves. Seen. Seen. SEEN.

And just as she started to fade into the background, content to let her brother dance in the limelight, she felt its cold touch again.

Her steady gait slowly grew faster and faster until she sprinted through the Canals, clipping corners with her shoulder as she rounded them.

When?

She spent the last few weeks burying the pressure in her chest under her work. Allowed her racing thoughts to be consumed by numbers and herbs until the chemical aroma rotted away her emotions. Now, her heart beat out of her ribs and threatened to tear her in half. Was it fear?

No.

Not with the warmth churning in her stomach.

Max skidded to a halt just short of the door where Light, Death, and the Deep meet. There. The window looking over the harbor... It was lit.

When had it changed?

[In response to @longveil 's story arch]

#max parkhurst #character stories #seraanna longveil

[vargonautic]

Full body commission of @longveil‘s oc Seraanna <3 Thank you so much for commissioning and supporting me! She/her for this character please :)

#a babey #an cutey #:') #seraanna longveil #elalavelladigitalart #commission #wow #world of warcraft #void elf

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

OOC: Roll Call

The Typist currently plays three characters on Wyrmrest Accord, all of whom are somewhat acquainted but not necessarily friendly. Interested in expanding contacts. Almost all RP is in-game, with Discord RP reserved for pre-arranged scenes that play out over time. The Typist operates on Pacific Time.

[commissioned art by Vlada]

Kyuusei Shadowleaf

A kaldorei druidess with a strong affinity to the feline spirits, Kyuusei’s found her footing after years of being almost lost to her more feral nature. She bears unusual markings along her left arm and leg after events stemming from a return to the still-burning husk of Teldrassil, and sometimes speaks of being disillusioned by the Alliance response (or lack thereof) to Sylvanas’ burning of the Great Tree. Kyuu's re-emerged after several months in Pandaria, and has been seen with increasing frequency in Boralus and Stormwind's night elf refugee camps.

Looking into Kyuu's background might reveal that the former Sentinel worked for a time with the Alliance military, fought on the front lines in the Firelands, had run-ins with a now-dead Order of Embers Inquisitor, and maybe even a tale that she once broke into Tol Dagor.  While not formally associated with any single guild or group, she's been seen with and is known to several - particularly those that once frequented Two Spans and The Shattered Glass.

In-game: Kyuusei (WrA-A) Tumblr: @kyuusei-shadowleaf​ Hooks: Teldrassil, Stormwind refugee camps, azerite, former Sentinel, Druid of the Claw, scouting/recon.

[found art - image source]

Seraanna Longveil

Seraanna, a ren'dorei shadow priestess, seems to have had a more difficult time than most of her kind adjusting to the changes wrought by the Void. Wisps of shadow tend to follow in her wake, she often seems inwardly focused, and her speech is usually uncertain and halting. Given the nickname Paper Lady by a Stormwind pickpocket, the scribe often makes strange origami creations from folded parchment - which she's taken to selling at some markets.

Briefly associated with a now-faded coterie of would-be nobles, and more recently with a company that frequented Stormwind's Old Town, she now appears to operate on a more independent basis - maintaining both a small flat in Stormwind and a larger residence in Boralus that she shares with Sylirae Rosebind ( @sylirae​ ), a ren’dorei rogue with whom she’s often seen. While unlikely, Seraa may sometimes be spotted in more isolated places, speaking with a hooded figure that could be another elf.

In-game: Seraanna (WrA-A) Tumblr: @longveil​ Hooks: Shadow/Void corruption, Old Gods, mental manipulation, artifact research, minor espionage, cross-faction.

[found art - image source]

Annadia Thorn

With few clear allegiances, Annadia recently took a series of jobs that led her beyond the Horde’s borders to Kul Tiras, Val’sharah, and Stormwind - although much of that work seems to have dried up recently. The golden-eyed sin’dorei rogue has a long-standing love of the water, often speaking of someday owning her own vessel. She usually holds “business” meetings at the World’s End Tavern in Shattrath, and occasionally in the neutral Drustvar settlement of Anyport. Despite being well-versed in underhanded work, Anna prefers to rely on her wits and athleticism rather than lean too heavily on stealth and subterfuge.

For years, Annadia’s had few close allies within the Horde - remaining instead at the side of her older sister, a shadow priest of considerable ability. But Anna’s sister hasn’t been seen in Silvermoon since Winterveil, and Annadia has been on the move far too much in the last several months for anyone to pin the rogue down and question her.

In-game: Annadia (WrA-H) Tumblr: @annadia-thorn Hooks: Smuggling, some piracy, spy work, mercenary, oceangoing, cross-faction. @wracentral

#kyuusei #annadia thorn #seraanna longveil #WRA RP #wyrmrest rp #wymrest accord

[pettyelves]

8/20/19 Character Updates

Art by Rassek

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Name  → Eilithe Duskbringer Nicknames  → Ei’lithene (only family knows this), Lith, Lithy, E Age → 5- 6,000 ~ Race  → Kaldorei Eye Color  → Left: Dark Grey Right: Silver Hair →  Thick and curly midnight black hair that, reaches her belt line. Typical hairstyle → Down, Half-Up/Half-Down, Braid Height → 6′0 Body Type →  Toned, filled-in Distinguishing Marks →

FAVORITES

Color → Black, Green Food → Dumplings Literature → Poetry, Non-fiction Expressions → Scowl Quote → “Get fucked.” Expletive(s) (swears) → Literally nothing is off-limits Mode of transportation → The Vengeance, Shal’Khan the saber, portals

HABITS

Smokes → Yes, to excess Drinks → Often Worst bad habit → Entertaining fuckery, poor choice in men, short-tempered Quirks → Loads, from talking to herself, to pacing holes in the floor, to bouncing her foot when she is seated.

BACKGROUND

Homeland →   Feralas, Kalimdor Type of childhood → Mostly happy First memory → Following her mother around the village Most important childhood event that still affects him/her → The ‘death’ of her parents Religion and/or religious views and/or tendencies → As a child, she like most Kaldorei exclusively worshipped Elune while she still has faith in Elune, Eilithe practices voodoo and is devout to her loa. Job → All children raised by the Shal’Thera are given daily chores

FAMILY

Mother  → Meridianna Duskbringer,estranged Father → Valdinel Stormsinger, deceased Siblings → Birth order: An’Set Duskbringer, Saeron Duskbringer Spouse →  @kurel-andiel​ Children → Threshad Duskbringer (16), Eilonwy Duskbringer (7), Karkah An’Diel (9), Xavier Sunshadow (An’Diel) (20), Jam’Voree Clawmane (10)  Extended family → Endessa Duskbringer (Lu’Cerne), Grandmother. Elsennia Stormsinger, Aunt (deceased), Elonne Duskbringer, Uncle. @revthepunchbear​, Sister-in-law. Dianesh Shadowsun, sister-in-law

CHILDREN

Are all children with the same partner →  No, none of her children are birthed from the same father, but Kurel claims them with the expection of Jam. Eilithe co-parents (non-romantic) with @ferilclawmane​ How does character relate to his/her child(ren) → Tough, but kind. Which child is character’s favorite → She would argue she loved them all the same. Is relationship with children good → Yes! Is relationship with children important to character → The most important.

OCCUPATION

Where does character work → Arbiter of the Sun Speaker Council, Dead Sun Harbor Relationship with co-workers → Usually good Like his/her job → Most days

ATTITUDE

Greatest fear →  The Unknown Worst thing that could happen to him/her → Death of one of her children Character is most at ease when → Kurel is home, Everyone is happy and making money Most ill at ease when → Literally anything goes wrong. Priorities → In order, Children, Kurel/The family of Dead Sun, Money, everyone else Philosophy →  Ya’Til-Anath- basically ‘remember that you will die, so you must live well,’ How s/he feels about self → In the words of an 8-ball ‘Outlook is grim’ Past failure s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about → Any time she fails or ‘loses’ to an enemy Daredevil or cautious → Depends on the situation Biggest regret → Entertaining the ideas of a madman Biggest accomplishment → Building Dead Sun Minor accomplishments → Not dying

PERSONALITY

Greatest source of weakness in character’s personality → Giving too many chances/too loyal and being SUPER quick to anger Character’s soft spot → Children Biggest vulnerability → Her own children Which of the 7 deadly sins does character fight → Wrath, Pride, and sometimes Lust Which of the 7 virtues does your character have → Liberality, Diligence, and sometimes Kindness Greatest source of strength in character’s personality → Out of sheer stubbornness and pettiness, she never quits.

TRAITS

Optimist or pessimist → Pessimist Introvert or extrovert → Ambivert Drives and motivations → Cause, followed by coin Talents → Mastery of swords, daggers, and thrown weapons Extremely skilled at → Manipulation Extremely unskilled at → Managing her own mental health Good characteristics →  Loyal, soft-hearted, fierce, social justice advocate Character flaws → Ill-tempered, mood swings Mannerisms → Varies from crowd to crowd.

SELF-PERCEPTION

One word character would use to describe self →  Pissed One paragraph description of how character would describe self → An angry elf who spends more time dodging knives and bullets as of late than actually being a productive member of society. She is tired and just wants to crawl into bed for several weeks. What does character consider best physical characteristic → Eyes or Ass/chest What does character consider worst physical characteristic → Various scars How character thinks others perceive him/her → Attractive- but a bit rough.

INTERRELATION WITH OTHERS

Strangers → Depends on the stranger, usually it goes okay. Friends → Well, she’s enjoying the people she’s around now Wife/Husband/Love → Strong and happy, which should probably be concerning. Children → Two thumbs wayyy up  Co-workers → 8/10 Protagonist → Yes. Antagonist → ……..Also, yes.

GOALS

Immediate goal(s) → Stop Moonsong’s construction of The Sun-Eater  Long range goal(s) → 1] Kill Moonsong, 2] Marry @kurel-andiel​ How does character plan to accomplish goal(s) → Very carefully How will other people around character be affected → Hopefully via showers of coin and being a lot safer

PROBLEMS/CRISIS

How character react in a crisis (calm/panic/etc.) → Depends on the crisis, if it is tangible, cool as a cucumber How does character face problems → Head-on if it is tangible, avoidance if it is emotional How does character react to NEW problems →   Poorly. Who wants more problems? How does character react to change → Varies, but usually poorly.

GENERAL

Jewelry → Various hoops and ear deco, an anklet on her left ankle Other accessories → Daggers and shortswords Where does character live → Duskbringer Manor’ in Dead Sun Harbor Spending habits (frugal, spendthrift, etc) → Depends, but she’s doin’ alright. What does s/he do too much of → Deal with bullshit Most prized possession → The Vengeance a galleon given to her by @kurel-andiel, an anklet given by Kurel as well, The daggers she stole from her mother Does character like animals → Indifferent Any pets → Shal’Khan, a black saber Cat the cat, a cat. 

#shoutout to Seraanna Longveil for reminding me this shit needs doin' #profile

[nzoth-the-corruptor]

Pros of Revendreth: The fashion. Cons of Revendreth: The Ember Ward is full of Light. ???s of Revendreth: The wine is made of soulstuff.

ft. @longveil’s Seraanna

[longveil]

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

Seraanna's thoughts, her mind, no longer work as they did before. The most obvious manifestation is how she speaks: murmured words littered with abrupt pauses, circuitous and often infuriatingly indirect phrasing laden with allegory and insinuation.

In short - her speech, let alone her actual meaning, can be hard to follow. (I wrote Seraa years before I played FFXIV, but she can make Urianger seem like a paragon of clarity and brevity.)

Seraa's speech takes effort to write but I still love it, and I'm even more in love with how others react. While the IC reactions are all over the board and often hilarious, the OOC reactions - the people who are gleeful about it and those who are annoyed about it - are a perfect filter for who gets it.

#asks and memes #seraanna longveil #favorite thing #if you can't read Shakespeare don't try having a long conversation with Seraanna

[mozelledeliond]

To: Seraanna Longveil

A bit larger than a shoebox and wrapped in plain brown paper, a package arrives addressed for Seraanna by name and residence both. Each item within is wrapped up in even more paper.

The first at the top of the box is the small dark spherule whose return had been requested, carefully cleaned to remove any traces of oily residue on its surface.

The remaining parcels in the box are as follows: a fresh loaf of crusty bread, a generous amount of chopped herbs and grated cheese baked into it; a small bottle of cold-pressed olive oil; and a small bundle of fresh herbs—basil, parsley, oregano—a few sprigs each.

No letter or note is included.

#correspondence

[asherlin]

Retired Characters

After a long time and many words written, I left WoW roleplay in mid-2021. While some of my OCs might be re-interpreted in other settings, they aren't continuations. For the foreseeable future, these characters are retired.

Kyuusei Shadowleaf

World of Warcraft, MG-A & WRA-A @kyuusei-shadowleaf​

Cenarion Druid, a child of Ashamane, Kyuusei was a Night Elf often at war with her own nature - and who wished, more than anything, to find the embrace of home. Not just the place, but home of the soul. She's semi-retired to a cottage in Val'sharah, shared with a druidess named Alania, a sapling teldorei, and a sleeping emerald dragon in a nearby meadow. Her epilogue is here.

Seraanna Longveil-Morrowsun

World of Warcraft, MG-A & WRA-A @longveil-morrowsun​

Seraanna Longveil, Marquess of House Morrowsun, found herself pressed by need and adversary almost to her unmaking, but emerged instead a sibyl of the Void’s myriad truths. The ren'dorei has left her apartment that once overlooked Stormwind Harbor and is now rumored to have taken up residence on the grounds of the Temple of the Jade Serpent, where she practices calligraphy, dances with a fox, and listens. Her coda is here.

Annadia Thorn-Morrowsun

World of Warcraft, MG-A @annadia-thorn​

The younger daughter of Morrowsun, Annadia wields blades and sheds blood as easily as her dear sister Seraanna twists Shadow. Apprenticed among the cartels of Murder Row, Annadia flirts with darkness and gives allegiance to none - save for her undying love for the last living remnant of her family. She now flits from place to place, rarely seen long, more shadow and rumor than fact. Her coda is shared with her sister.

Tavarres Stagheart

World of Warcraft, MG-A @tavarres​

Old beyond reckoning with calm patience to match, the hermit’s son was driven from his mountain by Cataclysm only to find a Grey Path laid by one even older than himself. Only a few voices among the capricious and short-lived ever truly caught his ear. Perhaps he's returned to Stonetalon, or found interest in ancient lands that make him feel young again.

“So practiced and poised, but beneath it he is ready to snap your neck in an instant. He is hiding something.” – Mozelle Deliond

#kyuusei #seraanna longveil #annadia thorn #tavarres #serai querel #wow rp #ffxiv roleplay #mateus

[longveil-ffxiv]

[ Photo by David Gavi on Unsplash ] How it started. The image that inspired what eventually became Seraanna Longveil, back in Jan. 2019...

#source: unsplash #david gavi #seraanna longveil #inspo

[kat-hawke]

Obtrusion

In the morning haze, Kat shuffled from the bedroom to the kitchen, pinching the bridge of her nose with eyes clamped shut to avoid the piercing sunrise which invaded through the windows. Another restless night, alone and plagued by nightmares of the past, present, and potential futures. Four, maybe five hours asleep, but far from resting.

Wood slammed as a kitchen drawer was yanked open with an impatient desire. Two fingers dipped into the powdered Azerite within, tucking the substance between her gum and cheek as her body greedily absorbed the energy, the veins in her arms pulsated with the toxic power. After a minute, the remaining grey slurry was spit into the sink before collecting a shot glass, bottle of whiskey, and a single raw egg.

First, the egg, crack on the glass to deposit the yolk and whites, followed with a heavy whiskey pour to fill the vessel to the brim. It was as the eggshell had been cast into the waste bin that the mental anchor Seraanna constructed flared.

A cold and sense of urgent need pierced Kat's mind like an ice pick, surging the darker power in her soul, enough to shift her left arm into a midnight hue. The pain excruciating, sending the Director to the floor, smashing the side of her forehead into the kitchen counter. There was no reason behind the intrusion, nor any message within. Lasting only a second which felt like hours, the constructed anchor fell dormant once more.

"That void-stained cunt!" Kat spat through clenched teeth as fingers gingerly touched the gash in her head, wiping away the blood.

With an inhuman grip on the counter's edge, she pulled herself up, quickly gulping down the liquid breakfast she had prepared. As the shot glass was discarded to the sink, she reached out to the mental anchor, preparing to reprimand the Ren'dorei on the other side. But the anchor led nowhere, dull and lifeless in her mind's eye. An eerie sense of familiarity to her time in Uldum connected to the hivemind. Specifically when another would perish.

"Well," Kat breathed out with a grin. "I suppose that problem solved itself."

[ @longveil​ ]

#Sharpened Void #its a bit late