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shadez-art · 2 years

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Moments of Reflection. The most emotional quest in Warcraft history😭

#illidan #artists on tumblr #artistsoninstagram #female artists #world of warcraft #fanart #warcraft #demon hunter #illidan stormrage #illidari #wow legion #shadows of argus #argus #antorus the burning throne

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wp100 · 2 months

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god i love him

#good lordy lord #me? having a crush on a big caroonish red demon guy from a game from 1997? it's more likely than you think #I just realised Bolvar has his eyes... LOL #cept bolvar isnt a demon. He actually looks like those dudes from Antorus the Burning Throne #Aggramar. that's his name lol #i think that's an alternate aggramar tho but i dont know because i skipped most of legion oof #anyway. diablo hot #hots

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damien-ward · 1 year

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Man all I want is a small group of people to run Antorus Burning Throne (Heroic) so I can get the transmog set, I only need the chest piece and cloak, but apparently that is impossible!

People join, I say it’s Heroic and they go “Oh..” and leave. Like can you not read the group finder title?

#ooc #this is annoying

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kinoptiyy · 1 year

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Antorus, the Burning Throne (H)

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twilighthuntress · 2 years

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Cleared Mythic Antorus the Burning Throne last night with some friends~!

Featured: My Huntress Sylerra Grayfangs, Barrel the Undead Hunter, and Deathblossom the Death Knight.

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fitzefitcher · 6 years

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[illidan voice] kinkshaming IS MY KINK

garothi worldbreaker // robots ftw - portal 2 I am literally begging you to not put decimate in the fucking raid

felhounds of sargeras // hound dog - elvis so I guess we're just stacking them, then. okay. this is fine.

antoran high command // boom boom pow - black eyed peas I have never seen velen this pissed in my life

portal keeper hasabel // a whole new world - aladdin now you're thinking with portals

eonar the life-binder // africa - toto where the fuck is everyone going I'm so lost

imonar the soulhunter // one way or another - blondie frogger 2: frog harder

kin'garoth // harder better faster stronger - daft punk you'd think with how obvious it is he's going to fire his laser, less people would die to it, and yet, here we are

varimathras // bad blood - taylor swift hands up who's still pissed about the bullshit this fucker pulled back in wrath

coven of shivarra // i put a spell on you - bette midler varimathras makes a pretty good billy butcherson tbh, what with his built-in bit gag and all

aggramar // it's the end of world - R.E.M. why do sword guys always wanna talk about their fucking swords

argus // paint it black - rolling stones really thought the argus world soul would be draenei-shaped, tbh

sargeras // you give love a bad name - bon jovi are we just not gonna talk to maiev about this? you know, the one person qualified to do this?

listen to it here:

[8tracks] [playmoss]

#warcraft #antorus the burning throne #legion #illidan stormrage #fanmix #music

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lucielliadraws · 6 years

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A series of sketches for Z-ray over on FA (they give me so many fun ideas!). A Demonhunter’s growth from child to badass leader of the assault on Antorus!

#world of warcraft #night elf #demon hunter #war of the ancients #antorus the burning throne #training #trials #life changes #art commissions #I~ forgot to poooost~ theeeeseee~

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netherstray · 6 years

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It was power I sought... but not to conquer or rule. It was a means to an end. My fate, my duty, are now clear to me. I leave Azeroth’s defense to you... and to my brother.

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alittlepieceofwarcraft · 6 years

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A Final Parting Of Ways

Year 33

Mywin knelt over; hands grabbing at her knees, sweat dripping down her forehead, lungs panting rapidly. It had been a long and gruelling battle to the Seat of the Pantheon, a sight she never believed she’d behold. The enormous thrones of gold stood many times higher than the tallest Tauren to seat some of the mightiest beings in the universe upon them. She poised herself, wiping her face and turned to the injured. Over the years of battle, her Druidic restorative powers had grown drastically and now she could heal the wounded with ease.

They’d been lined up on stretchers, eyes shut and faces wincing with pain - but on each face lay a small smile of victory for those who were awake. She made her way to the first: a tiny gnome mage with blonde-white hair in pigtails. The small body had been knocked unconscious; burns singed on her pale skin and scrapes on her legs from where she’d be flung and pushed along the floor with a great force. Mywin rested a hand upon the poor child’s chest and began the spell. Green wisps of energy swirled around each injury, slowly easing the severity and soothing the hurt. In a matter of moments, the little gnome was all well, but would be asleep for a while yet. Other healers had taken to the wounded along the giant line: shamans communing with the water for refreshment, holy priests summoning sparks of holy power, monks weaving their chi to nurse their patient. A sadness crept over Mywin as she turned the over way. Corpses were being covered in sheets and loaded up to the taken back for burial. It was a sight she should been used to by now, but it never did settle with her. Sacrifices had been made, and some of those included the lives of her allies.

“The way home is open!” A loud voice commanded the area as the prophet Velen began to address the raid, “We have won this day, and the Legion is defeated. We must return to allow the injured to recover, and to give the fallen peace and an honourable send off.”

The stretchers of both dead and alive began to be lifted up and taken through as most of the group heeded the order. Mywin however needed a moment to comprehend her surroundings. She would not get a chance to observe a sight like this again, even if she lived another hundred years. The billions of stars tinkled in the dark abyss above the Seat’s ceiling. It was as if the pillars were built to hold the heavens up themselves. They glowed as brightly as the gems that adorned the courtyard area on which is stood, the architecture indeed titanic and indeed beautiful. As her eyes panned the view, she noticed Velen whispering in a corner with Illidan. She swallowed with uneasiness. She’d not spoken to Illidan since his return. In fact, she’d not spoken to Illidan since she sat by his dead body at the top of the Black Temple many years ago. She’d kept to the healers, at the back of the group and in the shadows. She couldn’t bring herself to even look directly upon his face. They’d almost been so many things to each other. Almost friends? Almost lovers? And then they’d become most definitely enemies, at least by default. She found comfort from the confusion by knowing that now they’d be strangers. Perhaps he didn’t even remember her. Either from being resurrected or after he had seemingly lost his mind. Velen placed a hand upon Illidan’s shoulder and walked away, a sense of pride and sadness came with each heavy step. And then Illidan looked up and directly into Mywin’s eyes. And smiled.

He made his way over. It was the first time she’d seen him in his true form. Each time they’d met he’d hidden parts of himself: his wings, his hooves, his horns. There was something beautiful she found in his form, even if it were to be considered an abomination. The wings were thick but looked delicate; his hooves looked strong but reminded her of the gentle Dryads; his horns demonic yet she thought of the stag horns druids adorned. When he reached her, she simply said;

“Hello, Mywin”. Taken slightly aback, a pause occurred before she responded.

“Hello, Illidan.”

“It’s been a long time,” He quietly continued, “And yet as I did the last time we had a prolonged encounter, I owe you an apology.” Mywin studied his serious face. It too was tired from battle. “I left without explanation. I’m assured to know all too well as to why. But, my kal, I am sorry.” An old instinct to wrap him in her arms and rest together jerked within her. But this was not a Darnassian forest, and he was not who she remembered him to be.

“Our home is safe,” she replied, “that is the best apology I could hope for.” He shifted his body slightly.

“I must tell you, I am not returning back to Azeroth. I am remaining here to serve as the Dark Titan’s jailer. To atone for my sins: my sins to our world’s people, Outland’s people, to my own people, to my brother, to Tyrande - and to you.” Mywin blinked.

“I was not expecting you to make such a gesture.” Illidan sighed deeply.

“I have tried in my own way to make sacrifices. To save the world. To gain power. Many of my attempts have been unsuccessful. Have hurt people. This way, I cannot do that. I can redeem myself, but I cannot go back to Azeroth.” Mywin could not resist the need and slipped her fingers into his own, interlocking a hand.

“Do you know what today is, Illidan?” Puzzled, he shook his head.

“It’s a full moon. The first time we met I told you it was a time of change.” Illidan gave a small half-smile and glanced over to the rest of the raid. Still busy and paying no mind to the couple they nevertheless were getting closer to have finished their task.

“You should be getting back,” he squeezed her hand tightly, “you have a world to protect. And I wouldn’t trust anyone more than you to do so.” Unable to defy the need any longer, she flung her arms around his shoulders and gave him the biggest hug she could. Illidan was surprised, but chuckled as he to wrapped his arms around her waist. Her vision began to blur as Mywin silently teared up. This was ending, whatever it was. She would never know whether he was her friend or if they were in love - or if it could have been love - but he was something. A strange and unknown bond had formed and she knew that in the next few moments it would be shattered. Staying in his embrace, she whispered into his ear;

“Goodbye, Illidan Stormrage.” She withdrew and quickly wiped her eyes before giving him a bittersweet smile, taking a deep breath as she gazed into his eyes that peaked through the slits in this blindfold. The eyes that had held great lust, great shame, great happiness - all in the time she’d known him. The thought of never seeing him again had been pushed to the side until now, and the heavy weight slowly sank into her chest. She wished that they could have just a minute alone, to privately and passionately give a sincere farewell. But she could not.

She unlocked herself from his grasp and made her way towards the portal home. As she stepped through, she dare not even glance back as the twisting mist swirled around; warping the room around her into a bright light that flashed and shimmered, leaving the area a hazy fading memory. And Illidan with it.

*Kal: “star”.

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wow-collection · 6 years

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#antorus the burning throne #azsuna #wow #World of Warcraft

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wowwd-of-wawcwaft · 6 years

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me, a dumbass who really likes purple and birds and purple birds and flying around on birds that are purple: *sobbing softly as i try to queue for heroic antorus* why did i decide to main a mage why did i do this to myself damn my need to port everywhere damn it straight to hell

#world of warcraft #world of warcraft: legion #violet spellwing #antorus the burning throne #argus the unmaker #wowwd of wawcwaft

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kinoptiyy · 1 year

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