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kinamysa · 3 months
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Void elf Warlock <3
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erikailustra · 1 year
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The Serpent of Mists and Stars
Samandar full void form. It is one that they never had the necessity to use - because probably it's a point of no return.
But this may change very soon.
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hvemarja · 1 year
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My first WoW OC 💃💃💃
She’s just a baby🤲
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shinobi-illuminator · 2 years
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Style Challenge: Viktor from Arcane
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kissfortheelves · 1 year
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Ravendiel and Irdel ♥️ Commission for @vixera_art
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Day #205 of things I love about WoW:
The void elf racial music. I didn't actually know this existed until a few days ago, but it's so beautiful.
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wolfandwild · 2 years
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World of Warcraft Characters as AO3 Tags - Faction Edition Part 4 Alliance Allied Races! Feat. Dark Iron Dwarves, Kul Tiran Humans, Lightforged Draenei, Mechagnomes, and Void Elves. 
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ultimatewowdursgate · 11 months
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DWC May ‘23 - Day 7
A quick pre-story note… this is for a character I haven’t written or written about yet. I’m still fleshing him out but I know enough to do this story. All you need to know is his name is Xelavyr and he’s a Void Elf Rogue.
TW: for a little gore late in the story...
Aftermath
It had seemed like a simple task. A dissident group was consorting with the Alliance and dabbling in dark magics that shouldn’t be invoked. So the posh buggers at the peak of Silvermoon’s hierarchy, through enough intermediaries to ensure plausible deniability of course, were seeking someone to be a man on the inside who could provide them with all the intel and dirty little secrets that could be used against the group.
Xelavyr had no qualms about this. He’d lost family in the Second War fighting for the Alliance and lost yet more when they decided to massacre loyal Blood Elf citizens in Dalaran during the trouble in Pandaria. The Horde welcomed his people and they helped each other through. Over time they felt far more like his people than the Alliance ever had.
He didn’t care much for all the posh mucky mucks above him in Thalassian society but he was proud to help against the Alliance in any way he could. Even if principle hadn’t been enough to motivate him the pay sure helped!
So he did what he did best, infiltrate and observe. Make ‘friends’ and subtly try to turn them against each other or back in favour of a more loyal path.
He wasn’t too concerned about the void. One magic’s much the same as any other and maybe it could help Silvermoon. So he focused more on influencing people to loyalty than on actually trying to interfere with the research.
These things take time and he made himself appear every bit the helpful member of the group while never really caring for them in any true sense at all. Some where decent enough people, but none could make him question his loyalty to his home and the Horde.
Time passed, research continued, he influenced things as best he could in the direction he preferred. But eventually, well; you all know what happened. none of those in the community were spared the Void’s corrupting influence, not even people who had no interest in it and had simply been doing their job.
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It had taken a fair bit of time before things calmed down enough that he could sneak out unnoticed. He immediately rode forth for Quel’thalas. He’d snuck out many little reports with what information he could during his time on the mission and of course heard nothing back, those were the rules. But what had happened would have to be reported to someone. His people needed to be prepared for these powerful, dangerous, corrupt rebels.
... it hadn’t occurred to him that he’d be seen as simply one of them. He was apprehended and captured promptly and despite giving away all that he knew there was no way he’d be allowed back into his homeland.
He could understand the logic keeping those inflicted with the void away from the Sunwell, indeed all of Quel’danas to be cautious. Maybe even Silvermoon if they were so concerned. But no, the void elves would not be allowed anywhere in Quel’thalas... or anywhere else among the Horde.
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Escape didn’t prove too difficult. The darkness of the void helped him blend into the dark corners of the cell. Eventually a guard came in to investigate his ‘escape’ giving him the opportunity to actually make it.
Within the blink of an eye he was behind the guard and had grabbed a ceremonial dagger from their hilt. In an instant the guards throat had been slit and his body hidden under the sheet of the cell’s bed.
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He ran and he ran. Eventually returning to the Alliance’s borders in the aftermath. His corruption was visible like most of this new group of Ren’dorei. If it weren’t he may have tried to stay in Quel’thalas. Even in the Alliance he would have to discard his identity lest they realise he’d been leaking secrets. But one more nameless, faceless void elf would go unnoticed in the slums and dark places of the Alliance cities’ shadier districts.
He discarded his family name, in his captivity he learnt that his one surviving brother had denounced and disavowed him to secure the rest of the family’s estate. And even his first name as he was no longer the man he had been. Simply going by the alias “X’ and whatever fake name he cared to use when asked for more detail than that.
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ishnualah · 2 years
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By zeon-in-a-tree
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safrona-shadowsun · 9 months
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Phantasmagoria: How tight is your muse’s grip on their sanity? Are they more realistic or do they suffer from delusions of any kind?
⚔︎ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲: 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬
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Safrona has always developed a pretty disciplined will beginning as a warlock, and it is likely why she has been able to keep a strong mind even throughout her gradual void exposure. But the instinctual paranoia it occasionally inspires in her and the sea of soul fragments she has taken have pushed her past her classic composure at times. She experiences memories that sometimes do not belong to her at times, a residual backdraft of something she has stolen. She has hungers that she feels compelled to feed that are not organic, very demonic-based addictions.
But overall as a long-practicing Warlock, no one could push past the brink of what is forbidden and commit the debaucheries she does and call themselves 'sane'. It takes a certain madness to understand and survive the dark arts, as she has.
Perhaps the most maddening part of it all for Safrona is having so very few to confide in about her experiences, so very few to trust with these truths. Even for the very few that she does trust, the static of paranoia inevitably slips in from moment to moment, stifling her will to convey such personal truths and secrets.
{ @turning-through-the-never - thank you. }
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ragrfisk · 10 months
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I’m definitely not about elves but I gotta diversify that portfolio dangit
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erikailustra · 1 year
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-- Embraced by the Void --
I wanted to do sort of the inverse of the image I posted a few days ago. I was working on it when some "frustration tweets" happened and I decided to go to sleep.
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nonsensesnap · 10 months
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• she literally says, "👀" •
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Hold My Hand - Elfebruary 2023
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Borrowed @devsash​‘s Character for this. Because Mehe and Niqi have an interesting platonic relationship.
CW: Mention of miscarriage
Mehe stepped out of the shop, his tendrils curling around his arms. He studied the people buzzing around the new trading post, then the ones checking of the stables where new mounts had been brought in to auction. His eyes narrowed, scanning them all with suspicion. Eventually they landed on the one person he was looking for.
Her back was to him, her legs dangling over the edge of the wall. She barely moved, her attention seeming to be on the rapidly approaching sunset over the sea. He had wanted nothing to do with her when they first encountered one another. Well, not quite. Her wanted her away from his mate. Her presence in his life would bring lies and danger, because she was one of them. 
Except instead, she had proved to be nothing like the ones who deceived him. She was kind, gentle, generous in ways he had not experienced in his life. She had become a sister to he and Anas. And he would always be thankful for how her very nature had changed their lives. Working his way through the crowd, he found himself standing behind her.
“Anas is making another sale, Little Bird.” He placed a hand on the top of her head, smoothing down the windblown curls.
Niqi nodded. “I knew he would. He had that look in his eyes when the gentleman walked in. He was designing something before the poor soul could get a word out.” She held one of the flowers Mehe had carried to his workstation earlier. A simple peacebloom, though it had some interesting color striations in the petals that Mehe had hoped would remain after it had been pressed and dried. She turned it in her fingers, though she never really looked at it. The tips of her long ears were turned slightly downward.
He sighed and sat down beside her. “Again,” he asked softly.
Niqi nodded. “I don’t know what’s happening. I had Alassë and she is perfect and beautiful. But ever since, I just keep losing the babies. I don’t know why.” Her hand reached outward, fingers trying to grasp something that wasn’t there. She let the rest of what swirled in her mind go unsaid, knowing her brother had no taste for speaking on emotions at the best of times, but certainly not in public.
Mehe nodded. “Hmmm,” was his only response. 
The two Ren’dorei sat in silence for a while as the sun dipped ever lower. The crowd behind them grew fewer in number, dwindling to only a handful. The courtyard in front of the shop was much more peaceful for their absence. 
Niqi set the flower down on the stones and leaned her head against the tree beside her. Her hand rested on the stem, and though her fingers twitched, she made no move to do more. 
“What can I do,” he asked.
“Hold my hand,” she asked at a bare whisper, a tightness in her throat. 
He answered with a quick nod and slipped his hand, palm up, beside hers. She placed her hand in his and she let out a sigh as his fingers closed around it.
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chattier80 · 1 year
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GT Prompts day 26 -Merpeople-
Commissions | Kofi | Patreon | Discord | Twitter | Twitch
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dragonace1555 · 2 years
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Okay so if the Void and the Light are enemies then how are the Void elves and the Lightforged Draenei able to stand the sight of each other and not be constantly at each others throats? Especially considering that they are on the same faction?
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