The price we pay for protection

-Silvermoon is nice this time of year? An elbow to the side and the elf sat up straight, blinking towards the troll. -What? The sleep deprived Centurion didn’t recognize where he was for a couple of seconds before he understood that he had just closed his eyes for a second in the bar down in Gadgetzan where he was stationed. The troll in front of  him kept asking questions but Jetzy could only hear murmur, it seemed like he was asking about Silvermoon. He longed for Silvermoon, its green parks, fountains and shimmering lights. -Hello…?! The troll tried to get in contact with him again, but Jetzy just waved his hand towards him and limped out of the bar. His condition had gotten slightly worse, the limp hadn’t improved and he no longer could hold up his shield with his shoulder. Age and stress was starting to get to him, all these years of war, they age an old mind much faster then you could think. Jetzy had been in the blood knight order for along as he could remember, a whole lifetime, for humans several lifetimes. 

 

He dropped his shield on the ground, too heavy for him to carry for now. He hadn’t slept in what felt like weeks. He looked out over the quiet city, the goblins kept the place in shape. Exhausted he fell down on his knees in the sand. Two pair of hands griped around his chest and arms, helping him up on his feet again, he looked to his right to see his brother. -Joshua…. he whispered. – We need to get you to a doctor! Joshys voice was hard and stern, he had for the first time seen what his brother lived for, the war up close, all the stress and the people lost. The stress had torn on Jetzy this time around. Jetzy looked at the other man next to him, sergeant Darkmourne that just nodded towards him as they started walking towards the clerics house. Joshy and Darkmourne discussed something quietly as they helped the centurion sit down on a bench outside the house. Joshy sat down next to him as Darkmourne went inside to get someone to have a look at the centurion. 

 

- Maybe we should go home, Joshy whispered in a low voice to his brother, Jetzy looked up at him and shook his head. – No Joshua, we cant just get up and leave, we have a duty to fulfill, and I will do it if it so costs my life. Jetzy almost shouted the last words and Joshy could tell from looking at him that it took all his energy just to raise his voice slightly. – You’re not well, hopefully the clerics can help you.  – I don’t need help… Jetzys voice had turned into a shivering whisper. -Ill be fine, just take me to my bed.

 

In the same second 2 clerics came out from the stone building. One of them kneeled in front of him lifting his chin up. Jetzy opened his eyes and looked straight into hers, same emerald color as his own, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A warm feeling spread all over his body as he passed out and fell down in the sand. 

In sickness…

So the winter fell over Silvermoon, the sunspire glimmered of snow and frost. Ellielle stood by the window, looking out over the snowy streets. The Royal exchange had been cleared from snow and they were making a skating rink in one of the corners. Winter veil was approaching fast and Ellielle was thinking of what to get the kids. The sound of Yathriels coughing made her flinch and turn around, looking at the small pale elf girl under the big covers. – Better keep her warm, the clerics had said.

It had been years since they said she was gonna get well before spring. For 10 years Aelon had sat by Yathriels side all night, keeping an eye on her, giving her bloodthistle tea and trying to cure the fever with wet rags. A couple of days Yathriel had been out of bed, playing with her siblings for a couple of hours or just sneaking around with the nannies. Ellielle cherished the times when Yathriel got out of bed, but the days after a good one, Yathriel was worse then ever. Her breathing was heavy and wheezy, her forehead was burning hot. Ellielle changed the wet cold cloth on Yathriels forehead.

There was a knock on the door and one of the nannies walked in, holding Miep in the hand. – Lady Sunwing, the little one wants to give you something. Miep looked up at her mother and held out a little clayfigure. Ellielle looked down at her youngest child and picked up the clayfigure. – Its a dragonhawk, Miep lisped out, Like Akkos! Her face lit up as she mentioned her beloved brothers name. Ellielle smiled – Very pretty, thank you. She said to her daughter. Miep nodded fast and turned around in the doorway and ran out to the kitchen again. Ellielle looked up at the nanny and nodded. -Thank you for looking after her so well, she need some attention too. Are the twins in the library? -No my lady, they’re out with the magisters, the nanny responded.

Ellielle looked out the window again and sighed. She did not approve of this “training” her husband set their children up to. Aelon had told the twins that one of the magisters of the silver circle could teach them about everything they’ve read about. Arcane could be harmful for kids their age. Ellielle looked over at Yathriel coughing in her bed. – Tell Aelon to get in here when he comes back… She paused for a while as Yathriel tried to open her eyes. – And tell Yaelon to go find Akko, he should be out in Eversong forest with the farstriders.

After finding his precious dragonhawk, Akko had been like consumed by the farstriders, he wanted to learn everything they had to offer, from tracking to warfare. He had nurtured the dragonhawk well and its grown to be a grand companion to her son. Many times Akko has told the story of how he caught it, he fascinated Miep over and over again, she couldn’t stop listening to his stories. Miep seemed to love all her siblings and listened with a wide smile on her face when anyone of them started speaking. She was the only one, except themselves, that could stand the twins stories about magic.

Yaelon had gotten bored with his younger siblings a long time ago. He was too busy becoming an adult, he had moved on from following his father around in the Silver Circle to becoming friends with the other members followers, among others Kael´Thas, Anasterians son, starting up their own counsil. Yaelon was rarely home anymore, he was planning on finding his own house closer to the spire. Ellielle tried her best to get Yaelon involved in his siblings, but she knew deep inside that Yathriel being sick was an eliminating factor for the older kids. Both Yaelon and Akko, soon also the twins would be out of the house, followed by little Miep.

There was a quick knock on the door and Aelon opened the door, he looked down at Yathriel, so small and pale. – Hows my girls today? He said smiling as he walked over to the chair next to Yathriels bed, he had Miep hanging on the back of his robe, giggling and holding on for the love of her life. Aelon pretended like he hadn’t noticed her hanging on to him. Ellielle walked over to him, patting Miep on the head while she leaned in to give her husband a kiss. – She hasn’t said anything all day, she’s barely been awake longer then a couple of minutes. Aelon nodded while taking a deep breath. – Ive heard about the Nightelven medicine, they have druids that uses the nature to heal with. Maybe they can help our daughter, Ill send after one tomorrow. Ellielle nodded back while grabbing Miep by the hand, -We need to go cook dinner for our men, she took Miep with her out towards the kitchen while Aelon sat down, starting to tell Yathriel the stories of how his day been. Ellielle looked back thru the doorway as Miep pulled on her arm to get her to walk faster. She felt an ache in her heart as she watched her husband, leaning over their daughter.

If nothing good happened soon, Yathriel would probably not see the summer again.

The Miepstory

 

The Miepstory has gotten a header, Decided to show off her eye and such, gave her an eyesocket, she didnt have that in earlier pictures, showing the two hooded mieps on the sides slightly faded and the “hurt” Miep standing strong in the middle, Something that might happen, Atm the plan is to write how it happens first ^^

An ordinary day

A couple of years past, as Miep grew so did Silvermoon, flowering out to become a vibrant city of highelfs. Modern times was still far away and life in Silvermoon was rather peaceful. The news of the newly found planet of Draenor hadn’t reached Silvermoons council yet.

Aelon still went to work like usual, negotiating with the humans about alliances if something bad will ever happen. Yaelon followed his father around like a tail, forgetting everything that childhood has to offer. Mearly in his 30s he already knew how to order people around while being diplomatic and had already been around the north of Eastern Kingdom. He had seen Lordaeron and brought back gifts for his brothers and sisters.

Excited over another week with his father Yaelon came running in to the kitchen in the house at the Royal Exchange, he bumped into one of the maids making breakfast. – Young Master Yaelon, No running in the kitchen! She raised her finger towards him, but Yaelon didnt have time to stay, running away quickly out to the common room and past the nannies waking up the smaller kids, into Akkos room.

-Akko! He shouted from the top of his lungs. Akko, sleeping halfway standing up incase of emergencies, something he had been doing for years and years, opened his eyes and drew his homemade bow from the quiver. – What what?! -I saw it, behind the spire, the dragonhawk, its out there! Akko opened his blue eyes wide, quite not believing in his brother.

The dragonhawk in question was a big rare blue one, the tales told that it lived on the cliffs in the north of Silvermoon, only a few people had seen it. Akko, who was very interested in animals, especially rare ones, had been on the hunt for this dragonhawk for several years. Yaelon nodded towards his brother, assuring that it wasn’t a joke. Akko opened his window and jumped out, running over the roofs towards the gate. Akko was too young to own a hawkstrider so he had to run, gripping his bow and rope he disappeared over the roofs. Yaelon looked after him until he only could see his shadow. Akko was used to using his window as a door, jumping back and forth over the roofs of Silvermoon.

Yealon went down in the kitchen again to grab a piece to eat before setting out with his father. – Was that Akko I heard? His mother looked at him, holding Miep in her arms. Is he up yet? – He’s already out, he went to find the dragonhawk, I saw it over the horizon this morning. Ellielle nodded towards her oldest son, she wished that Akko had grabbed something to eat before he went off but she´ll have the maids put some bread away for him when he comes back. Two of the nannies fed the twins, who were buried in a book with big pictures of old high elfs and magic. Yathriel was the only one lacking, she was sick again. Ellielle didn’t know what was wrong with her. Yathriel was very weak and pale, barely wanting to get out of bed in the mornings. A maid had sat by Yathriels bed now for several days, pushing on months. The doctor had been by several times, giving her bloodthistle and goldthorn tea from far away.

Yathriel was still a small child only about 15, her immune system might not be developed proper and the doctor hoped she would regain strength before summer.

Ellielle looked over at her oldest son, proper dressed in his golden and red robe, pretending to read a newspaper, she knew that he only read the headlines and skipped to the comicpages, but he was very much alike his father.

Aelon sat on the bench outside, he loved watching the people pass by, greeting them with a merry morning, helping old ladies on their way to the bazaar. The door squeaked open behind him as Yealon and Ellielle stepped outside. – Its time to go Father, we have a meeting with Anasterian! Yaelon yelled excited. – You don’t have to yell son, I know my schedule by heart. He put his hand on Yaelons head, ruffling his hair slightly while leaning towards his wife. – Go ahead Yaelon, you don’t need to wait for me.

Aelon nodded as Yaelon ran off towards the spire. Ellielle looked up at her husband – Akko got a shot at the dragonhawk, she said while he reached for her hands. – If he comes back with it, Ill buy him a real bow and we´ll have a great feast by evening, maybe that will cheer up Yathriel aswell! Aelon had been sitting at his daughters bed for quite some time, when he got home from work, he always spent one or two hours by Yathriels side, telling tales about the old elfs and how it was when he was young the life in Eversong about 100 years ago. – Winter will be here soon thou, Ellielle disturbed his thoughts. We need to get the children new clothes, Ill send the maid to the clothier later this week. Aelon nodded as he kissed his wife farewell and walked off after his son.

Ellielle watched as he rounded the corner, she looked up towards the spire, in hopes to see her son up on the hill behind it, but no sight of Akko. -Hopefully he´ll come back without injuries atleast, she mumbled to herself as she walked back into the kitchen. The twins had finished their breakfast and was long gone with their big book. They probably wouldn’t be seen until dinnertime again. One of the maids were heating up some water for Yathriels tea.

The nanny holding the youngest child, Miep, bounced her off her lap. Miep looked up at her mother with a big grin, her blue eyes were shimmering off laughter. She seemed so untouched about everything going on around her. Miep stretched her arms out towards Ellielle that picked her up, placed her on her hip and told the nanny to take the tea up to Yathriel. Ellielle stroked Miep over her brown hair. Miep was still a baby, only 5 years old. Ellielle bent down over her child, smelling her hair. Miep happily playing with a piece of bread from the table, dipping it in some spilled milk and bubbly laughing until her snot got blown into bubbles. Ellielle smiled at her and took out her napkin, blowing the babys nose before she walked over to the counter, handing Miep a small bottle with milk which she quickly drank up all off and burped loudly. – You’re really taking after your father already, Ellielle said and smiled at Miep.

The life of a Sunwing Priestess

- Its a girl! Aelon Sunwing yelled out over the bazaar. Some of the people turned their heads up towards him and nodded cheeringly.

The Sunwing family had once again been blessed with a little girl. Aelon and his wife Elielle already had 3 strong boys and 2 beautiful girls, this one was theire third one. Elielle looked at her husband while the maid folded the girl in a blanket. – Aelon, dont stand there and scream like common people, youre suppost to be a role model. Aelon who was among the Silver circle, the council of Silvermoon under Anasterian jumped down and closed the window muttering. -Jeez my love, a new life has been broght into this world, and you dont want me to express my happyness? Aelon tilted his head to the side before he blew her a kiss and ran out of the room. Another maid helped Elielle to sit up in her rockingchair by the window, overlooking the bazaar and its people.

She sniggered as the maid gave her the baby back, she folded a bit of the blanket away from the babygirls face. The girl opened her bright blue eyes eyes. – I will call you Miep… Miep Sunwing. She said while the baby yawned sleepily as she started rocking the baby back and forth. Aelon came back into the room with a cup of bloodthistle tea for his wife, He sat down on the side of her bed and stroked over her forehead, she blinked at him as he leaned down and kissed her toplip, she pushed her nose against his cheek, breathing in his scent. The baby happily sleeping by her mothers chest.

A knock on the door disturbed the peace as 5 kids came running in. Yaelon, the oldest one ran first, eager to get a glimpse of his new sister. Yaelon started to learn the works of a politician, going to work with Aelon. He was going to be a fine cousilman when he grew up, hopefully to Anasterian or Anasterians son Kael´Thas.  Next one in line was Akko, an adventerus kid that could be gone for days. He´ll never even come close to the Sunspire, where the politics of Silvermoon happened, his father once said, and they never forced him, politics was nothing for Akko. Melo and Minell were the middle twins, they tried to seperate them, but nothing seemed to work. They were still too young to be involved in any careerchoises. Both Melo and Minell was intrested in reading and stayed for hours in the familys library reading about magic and high elfs. Lastly came Yathriel, she came sneaking in like she usually do, like a shadow she turned up at the edge of the bed, suprising both her parents. She was small for her age, and pale. Elielle was worried about Yathriel, she seemed so shy and sick.

The baby sleept thru the greetings from her older siblings. All the kids went up to the baby,  kissing her on the forehead and introducing themselfs, giving her gifts they crafted with the help of the nanny. The twins had written a poem, Yaelon had made a doll with the help of a closeby tailor and Akko found a rock that he found smooth. Aelon and Elielle watched theire kids and felt very proud, they had the perfect little family and Miep was the perfect addition to it. The Sunwingfamily was one of the most respected ones in the whole of the High Elf community and had one of the finest houses in Silvermoon.

The other Firewind

Joshua! The sound echoed along the mountainwalls, then it was all quiet, you couldnt even hear a single bird, then again louder

-Joshua! Joshy opened his eyes slowly, the sky above him was still blue, small clouds moving over it in a peaceful pace. A shadow appered over him,

- There you are, Ive been looking for ages! Joshy sat up, looking at his older brother. - Its such a beatiful day out, I couldnt help just laying down and watch the clouds. He nodded towards his older, more serious brother. - You cant just lay down anywhere, were Firewinds, we have manners! What would people say if they just saw Centurion Firewinds brother laying on the ground like that! Joshy smirked - Youre so full of yourself, even calling yourself in third person. The older elf couldnt help but burst out in laughter. - Theyre looking for you. – Who is? Joshy peered at his brother, squiting his eyes after looking into the sun too long. - The magisters, you should have been there ages ago. The older elf strokes over his chin, scratching down his throat.

- But its such a nice day out, cant we just stay out here and watch the ocean, I bet on a day like this you can accually see Quel Danas! Joshy looked up at his brother who did not look impressed at all. - Ive seen Quel Danas, too many times, before you were even known. Joshy felt his heart sink, his older brother always reminded him of all the times hes missed out with his family. He had recently discovered that he was a Firewind, only when the death of his brothers had reached him his parents had told him the truth, the truth about why he always felt missplaced and odd. The sound of his brothers armor as he sat back up on his tiger snapped Joshy out of his train of thoughts. - Dont call me Joshua, he snarled at his brother as he sat up on his hawkstrider and rode back to the city.

To Hyjal and back?

The cold breeze drew thru Silvermoon as the soldiers lined up. He
gazed at them, prefect lines, perfect clean soldiers, ready for the
war against Ragnaros minions in the land of fire. The Molten front had
been standing strong for weeks as the Guardians of Hyjal under the
lead of Malfurion fought back against the demons.

He saw one of the soldiers leaning down, cowering a bit on is horse,
like he was afraid of what was to come. He smiled a bit as he
remembered himself in that position, so many years ago. Just before
his first war, against the dwarfs in Alterac Valley.

He moved shiftlingly waiting for all the soldiers to line up. He could
see the last pairs get in line, the sound of horses and armor, this is
where he belonged, in the front lines! He gazed to the back of the
army, the clerics and arcanists was sitting on theire hawkstriders. -
Im glad I didnt turn out like you little brother, he whispered softly
to himself, I could never stand those birds. He smiled as he saw
Joshys blonde hair among them, nodded slightly towards him.

A fanfare sounded and it was time. He collected his shield, weapon and
helm. As he moved down the stairs of his house, where the army was
positioned outside, he grabbed some bloodfern from the shelf, just
incase his old wounds would come back to haunt him. He opened the door
widely, the same second as Lorthemar came down the street with a whole
procession.  A small stableboy handed over his horse, he flipped
the boy a goldcoin and sat up, just in time to meet the Regent Lord as
he came up to the army.

- Firewind, Lorthemar nodded towards him. – Regent Lord, Jetzy bowed
deep down as he saluted Lorthemar. The troops are ready. – Any word
from Malfurion? – Not more then that theyre standing strong sir.
Lorthemar noded again, -Good to see youre doing well, are your brother
among the troops? Jetzy gazed over the troop and noded towards the
Arcanists, – Indeed he is, I hope he´ll do well.

Joshy hadnt been in training long before getting reqruited to the
troops. His life had changed dramaticly from the quiet farmboy life he
lived before he got to know he was a Firewind two years ago, Before
the news of Jetzys death reached him. After visiting Silvermoon for
the ceremony over the people that died fighting the scourge, where
both Jetzy and his fiancee was mentioned, Joshy decided that the
countryside wasnt anything for him, he had never fitted in with the
elves there, they were diffrent. He was a broadshouldered warrior,
they were slick woodelfs.

Another fanfare awoke the Centurion of his thoughts. Lorthemar looked
at him – Good luck. The big gate of Silvermoon opened and the troop
started moving, hundreds of elfs was about to do the long trip to
Mount Hyjal to enforce the Guardians at the Molten Front. Jetzy
ordered scouts to be sent out, just incase. The walk to the coast
wasnt very long but there could be demons errupting anywhere.

As Silvermoons high walls dissapeared in the distance one of his
sergents approached him, it was his right hand man Darkmourne. – Im
gonna marry her, he said. – Starseeker? Jetzy smirked at him while
raising an eyebrow. – Yes. I promised her Ill come back saftely, I
told her only the spirits know if thats gonna happen, but Im willing
to try my best. Darkmourne looked at his Centurion with a seriousnes
in his eyes. – I wont let anything happen to any of my men. Jetzy
noded reassuring. – I just want you to tell her, if Ragnaros gets
the best of me. I dont trust those guards back in Silvermoon, theyre
shady at points, and I want you to be there for her. Shes already lost
one husband to the demons, I dont want her to lose me before we´ve
even gotten married. – Ill make sure of that, Jetzy looked after him
as he fell back into the line of men.

Da Dok

Artproject

Started to make theese icons for my diffrent characters depending on whos RP im writing at the moment. Started out with Jetzys.

Starseeker and Darkmourne.

She looked up at him, his dark skin shimmered like icecrystals in the first morningsun of a cold autumn day. He looked so noble, every straw of his hair was compleatly perfect. He noticed her looking at him and smiled back. Her heart skipped a beat as his eyes sparkled. She tried not to distract him from what Lor’themar was saying.

The huge gathering outside of Silvermoons gates cheered for the patrol that was aimed to aid the new warchief in Twilight Highlands. The Centurions and Captains looked out over the soldiers. She recognised a few of them, Firewind and his men, her Darkmourne and his men. She looked back up at him, his mouth mimed three words towards her, but she couldnt really tell for certain what he said.

The patrols had lined up with theire commanders outside the gates, listening to Lor’themar inspireing words. Darkmourne was annexions to get away, he had been up early this morning, earlier then the sun, just to check that his steed and armor was in gear for the long journey into unknown lands.

She had stayed back in bed where it was warm. He had returned after a while, his cold body had crawled down under the blanket. She turned around to look at him

- Will you stay here forever? She asked waiting for an excuse to go off and save the world or something similar.

- Ill always be here, he stroked his fingers thru her blonde hair.

- I dont belive you… She looked into his shimmering blue eyes.

- I give you my word, Furoria Starseeker, when I come back after aiding the new warchief, I will marry you.