[Belf-RP] Thalassian Skyguard 🐲

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Good luck! :slight_smile:

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Congratulations to our following new Hawkriders for passing their Hawkrider trials!

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Hawkrider Loreley Grovestrider, bonded with the Red Helios.
Hawkrider Sedori Dayspirit, bonded with the Blue Mistsettler.
Hawkrider Rhendrys Ashblade, bonded with the Gold-Red Virtus.
Hawkrider Serisaya Dawnblade, bonded with the Silver Nomad.
Hawkrider Sevairux Firewolf, bonded with the Red Enbarr.
Hawkrider Lariadelle Mori’naica, bonded with the Silver - Eclipsion Cross Dreamfire
Hawkrider Lyvaeth Grovestrider, bonded with the Eclipsion Solstice

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Hammer bump

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Okay, the important thing for me to ask is simple, do you accept demon hunters?

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Hi there, I’m afraid from an in character perspective we do not accept Demon Hunters into the unit.

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It’s that time of year again! The Skyguard are inviting you to their Third Birthday bash! Please find all the details here!

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To celebrate the Skyguards third birthday the Skyguard wrote out a year book - a project that was organised by Gwenifer! So here are screenshots taken from the slideshow :slight_smile:

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Was fun helping Azlinniel coming up with comments and writing them while they were at work. Hope you all enjoyed them. :smiley:

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I can say this great fondness in my heart; the Skyguard is a band of idiots, but we’re each others idiots. :green_heart:

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These guys are great. Inactive as I am now, they are one of the folks I still fondly remember to this day.
What makes them extra special to me is that they’ve always been very inclusive to even those who aren’t members of their guild.

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It’s so nice to see your name again, it’s sad that you’ve gone inactive you were always a blast to talk to!

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A new chapter I humbly write for De’vontae’s background. It’s a slow journey but I enjoy writing them ^^ If you want to check it out on the AA follow this link or read below

Chapter seven: Beautiful Lies

*The art of acting. *

Or as some people call it, the art of lying.

*Now call me a cynic but I believe there is a place for lying in this world. *

*When life is not simple we use lying to serve a purpose to balance against other values, withholding a truth to be kind to others - I mean, you don’t really want to tell your son that he sounds like an over plucked chicken who has happened upon his own reflection in the middle of a snow storm when he tries to sing, do you? Without those first lies, we would not be who we are and, for that, lying deserves praise. *

Well I learned that lying can be both a sword and a shield and it all began when, freshly fired, I walked into the inn at Falconwing Square.

I pressed my hand against the vermillion curtains before me, the gossamer fabric drew against my fingers and swept with an ethereal haunting motion like a siren beckoning me in closer. A sultry powdered smoke layered the marble tiling of the dimly lit corridor coating my lungs with the overpowering and invasive scent of mana shishas. My eyes slowly adjusted to the crimson light that shone from the ceiling and like a cautious panther I stepped into the concrete jungle. I was unaware of just how enthralled I was becoming to the coquettish laughter of the beguiling creature known as women that echoed further inside.

The room inside is filled with hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the volume of sound that dominates the atmosphere. Beneath the voices there is a new kind of sound that I had never heard before, coming from the corner where five or so elves sat with strange objects held in their hands.

One clutched their object which was hollow to their lips and blew through it creating an open ended sweet sound like the wind. Another rapped their hands against a dried leather skin that made a hollow thud that pierced through my body like an arrow. Stringing them together was a woman sat down low, holding a long necked wooden item with strings like a bow down its length, - her fingers flew up and down those strings plucking them with care and ease to create a concoction of sounds that I was losing myself to.

Their otherworldly creation fills the air without effort, like waves filling holes in the shore; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. It was like nothing I had heard before, this strange movement that came at me with such intensity, a hypnotic weave, swinging from domestic tranquillity to ominous warning.

This must be music - how can I have gone for so long without knowing you? It’s as if I can eat the air and drink you in, so heady is the fragrance of the shisha and the melody of the strings.

The crowd, unaware of my revolution, is a mixture of young academic students and soldiers off duty bound by the need to release their tensions and avoid the heavy feelings of the outside life being as fragile as glass. It’s like nothing I’ve seen or heard of and I feel I am losing myself in the trance of the beats of sweet music. If only I could melt into the room I’d be the vibe, moving around as easily as the smoke. I’d soak in the laughter and the smiles, dance upon each octave in microscopic dancing shoes. But meanwhile, back in reality instead of my imaginary world, I’m life-sized and so… Instead I turn through the warm bodies that cling close to one another, navigating towards the muted colours of the bottles and the glitter that finds every spark of light at the back of the room, hung over a great oak bar.

I come to a stop, standing next to a red bulbous faced elf who is slumped down on a bar stool with his right hand hooked around a flagon with spilling ale fizzing down the edge onto the top of the bar adding to the coffee colour stains on its surface. I edged closer so that I could peer over his sweaty face. The bar sat just about a head lower than myself. That wouldn’t do at all if I was to pass my lie convincingly - though perhaps the man with his ale could be corralled into giving up his perch, it did look as though he had been there for a while after all.

Rolling up a sleeve I reached up and decompressed a wobbly chin on his face in an effort to stir him from his stupor. I had readied myself from my earlier encounters with the recruitment guard, I wasn’t going to slip up so easily with my constructed tales. But before I had a chance to practice my work, the elf gave a pained expression and with a great big belch toppled off his stool to the dark ground. I opened my mouth slowly as I considered if I should really help him back up, but I reasoned, he’s become part of the floor now and that is as we say a real shame. Stepping over the body I climbed up onto the stool and flipped my hair so that it hung a bit lower over my face as a means to shield both my eyes and my youthful face.

A broad shouldered barkeep worked his way across the swarm of hands that raised up in reverence to his very presence, reaching out to the skies up above.

“Please sir, two pints of ale and a packet of jerky!” One voice hollered out nearby with such a vibrato of compacted desperation it turned my head, wondering how long this poor fellow had been lost in the swarm waiting for his two pints. I could just about see him near the front of the swell, throwing his smaller frame up against the back of one of the slumped drunks at the bar itself. He had a shimmering dome of sweat that reflected the azure lights like wisps swaying in the dark. I watched him with interest, keen to observe how successful his tactic was to gain height and yell loudly.

The Barkeep moved back up the bar, this looked promising for the bald elf who dropped back into the depths of bodies. Mere moments later his tiny monkey-like form emerges like a shark leaping from the waters, beaching himself in that same back of the slumped drunk in front of him.

“Pleeease sir! Two pints of ale and a packet of jerky. C’mon John I’m getting impatient! I’ve been here half hour, and I’m getting very thirsty!”

The Barkeep finally poured two froffing cups for the elf and passed them over the heads of his patrons to him in exchange for a few copper coins. So this was the golden ticket! And with that the Barkeeps eyes finally spotted me and moved over with a dubious expression.

“What are you after lad?”

I did not raise my head to meet their gaze, instead I remained hunched as I had seen the other more gruff individuals who didn’t want to invite questions.

“Pint of ale.”

The Barkeep stared at me for a long while but to my surprise he moved off and began pouring from the large barrel and came back depositing the amber liquid in front of me, froth from the head of the liquid dribbled down the side. I tried to not stare too hard at the ale, instead I slipped forward my copper coin that was my ending to a very short tale. The Barkeep took the coin and seemed about to reproach me when he turned and yelled above the crowd “Oi! Darts for the dartboard, not for Moonies rear! Don’t make me come over there-”

And like that, I had done it. I reached to grip the ale in my hands, the wood of the cup was rough and dark in colouring, I could feel the grooves of the tree that had been carved out by the skilled hands of the carpenter. Tracing the pad of my finger over the notches I leaned forwards to stare into the swell that shimmered beneath a thin foamy head with the rich colours of amber and reds that reminded me of the leaves of the trees in Eversong. Casting a wary glance around me I turned in my seat and rested the balls of my feet on the back of the downed bulbous elf that had become a convenient stall and raised the mug gingerly to my lips. My heart thudded in tempo with the music, spurred by the exhilarating thrill of doing something I knew was frowned upon and slowly I welcomed the nectar into my mouth.

First the scents of spice, resinous and earthy mixed with a citrusy zest found its way into my nostrils. It was cool and I was surprised to feel a slight carbonated fizz roll down my throat, but it was not until I swallowed and opened my mouth in a gasp that I could taste the smooth notes of malty sweetness followed by caramel flavours. A warmth gathered in the centre of my stomach as I revelled in the bitter twang that lent itself off of the caramel sweetness I first tasted. It was not an unpleasant feeling and certainly beat the bland melon juice that adults often tried to palm off on us at younger ages. I quickly devoured the rest of my ale, realising one wouldn’t sate me and that I - now penniless only had the option to go from drunk to drunk and try to gather the dregs of their drinks they were too tippled to finish.

I was on my third murky and by no means clean drink when the music came to a halt with a loud crash and a yell of disapproval that roared like the tide across the cluster of merriment chasers. I turned to look at the band, where a woman was being pushed off of the instruments that lay scattered on the floor. She must have fallen into them - she was a slim looking woman with watery eyes, her face sallow sat sunken against prominent bones, her robes seemed mud caked and torn at the edges and her dark wisps of hair like ink sprouted from her crown in a directionless hazard. She tore her thin arm from the hand of one who helped her up and tugged the fabric of her robe up over her shoulder. It must have once fit, but now hung loose like a shawl and constantly sagged against the better adjustment of her shaking hands. The crowd looked on at her and you could see that soft pink dapple beneath her grey hued skin

“What? What are you all looking at! You stop and look at this but ignore what is happening on our very door?”

Her voice cracked under spilling emotions and her watery blue eyes slowly began to overflow creating silken paths down her cheeks. The crowd jeered, disapproving of the aggression that was breaking an otherwise pleasant night.

“Oh I’m sorry is this ruining your evening? Do you know what is going to ruin your evenings more? The blight that is taking hold of our kin, the blight we all know exists and yet allow ourselves to be silenced over. Silenced and forced to turn a blind eye!”

She cast her gaze over the still crowd, but no friend met her gaze.

“Kael’thas has abandoned us and taken our loved ones to leave us to die! To become changed, to become wretched! The guards drag the worst of us into the ruins and we pretend they are protecting us from them! That’s what the silencers want you to think, but use your heads people! They are stopping us from seeing the truth - To see this epidemic that strangles our nation and that they have no way of stopping it-”

As she started to gain her stride in her speech she suddenly stopped, her eyes took on a glaze like the reflection of glass. Her voice faltered, a vein appeared at her forehead throbbing and ugly on what was otherwise a fragile bird. Those eyes, dead and without will turned in a haze towards me and I felt a chill run up my spine. It wasn’t me she was staring at though… I followed her hollowed stare to someone who had not been beside me moments ago. They were not tall or remarkable save for a dark blue coloured cloak with its hood propped up - a strange smell like ozone emanated from around their person and I could feel the hairs at the back of my neck stand on edge. A gloved hand raised, I swear I saw a spark of blue flicker for a moment at the tip of a finger, but it was gone by the time my eyes drew to stare at it - I felt in danger like I was standing beside a wild lynx.

The woman’s voice, now a strange pitchless note drawn out across the inn again “Apologies, the Magisters will guide us back to glory, nature lives at peace with magic. With both, there is no limit to our future. We will never forgive and never forget.” With that she stepped away into the crowd, the music beginning once more as though it had never stopped. I raised myself on my toes but she was gone, I couldn’t see her in the crowd and I turned to the cloaked figure, but they too were gone. It was as if I had dreamed the entire interaction, I felt a bubble rise in the back of my throat and quickly rushed towards the exit.

Navigating the corridor like I was a fish in a moving barrel, she wasn’t wrong, she was speaking the truth and she was silenced for it. Was this the price of living through the nightmare of Quel’thalas? If we knew too much would we all be silenced? Flashing images of the black ichor dribbling down the Winow’s open maw burned into the forefront of my mind. The rattling echo of their crackling breath spurred at my heels as I threw myself to the outside just in time for brown bile to explode from my mouth. All the ale and my stomach acid mixed into an interesting concoction right onto what I had hoped was the floor. My vision began to tunnel and I could feel myself having a panic attack through the constant waves of self cleansing my body was pushing me through. When I was finished I struggled to breath, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Are you quite done lad?” An open vibrato voice pulled me from my stupor as the world slowly came back into focus and to my dismay I was not knelt in front of the floor, but instead in front of two leather brown feet covered in my vomit. I slowly looked up into the eyes of an elf with bright chestnut hair that sang copper in the light of the early citrus sunrise that had crept over the horizon. It was tied up into a high foxtail with a pair of goggles pressed up into his hairline. He had a face that was handsome and strong in countenance with a neat triangular patch for a beard beneath his lower lip. He was tanned like leather and built like a tree - and wore the expression of someone who just had the world crash at his feet. Thanks to me. I tried to give an apologetic smile.

“Kael’thas’s green balls kid, look at what you’ve done to my boots! Just when I thought my night couldn’t get any worse.” He paused and stepped aside, flicking his feet forwards splattering my vomit across the courtyard.

“First my date ruins my plans to start the night with satiating an addiction and ending in a glass of milk by getting wet in all the wrong places, now some prepubescent ginger urchin has thrown up over my best shoes!”

I crawled up into standing and muttered a low apology. I was now able to get a better look at the man in front of me, he wore a Farstriders uniform though the unit’s badges sewn into his arm sash did not seem familiar to me. He bowed forwards and sighed at the sight of his shoes and then turned to look at me better “You came out of that tavern faster than a bull in heat, what’s chasing you carrot?”

Though not in top form I felt a different kind of vomit spill out of my mouth, one I was more accustomed to giving out “The names De’vontae you troglodyte and just cause your shoes are dirty doesn’t mean you can act like Cinders at the ball. Who the hell are you?”

I hadn’t meant to be so crass, it was like a defence shield that I had developed and by the way he blinked one eye and then the other like an owl I could practically hear the cogs turning in his head. I half expected to get beaten up, but instead he leaned back and released a loud raucous laugh. “Woah slow down there, I didn’t mean to offend. My name’s Alaris, you got some place I can help you get back to? A home? Some family members?”

I steeled my gaze, I didn’t want him to know my circumstance, I had enough pitying stares in my life time. But… something must have given me away because he turned on his heel and began to march forwards. “Well I got a spare bed and some vomit on my shoes that could really do with someone who felt bad, washing them off in the morning.” He half turned his head towards me. I knew going with a strange man I just met and spewed on this morning was perhaps one of my dumber moves, but my stomach was empty, the place I had to call home was cold and the shadows were home to Quel’thalas’s beautiful lies and secrets. I didn’t want to be alone… And so I followed.

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The skyguard are very happy to say we have wrapped up our nearly two year long divine crusade storyline! The wicked Inquisitor is dead!

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Ceremonial Newsletter, Part I: Medals:

Rectrices:

  • Sedori Dayspirit, awarded with the Rectrix in Bronze for using her magic to control the skies and secure our objectives.
  • Ranthos Firescar, awarded the 2nd Stud on his Bronze Rectrix for keeping a watchful eye on his allies in the field.
  • I’len Lavellan, awarded the 3rd Stud on his Bronze Rectrix for ensuring destruction of the ballistae against the Crucible.
  • Noviah Linel, awarded the 2nd Stud on her Bronze Rectrix for ensuring destruction of the ballistae against the Crucible.
  • Mal’thadian Spineblade, awarded the 2nd Stud on his Bronze Rectrix for overloading the temple’s magical defences.
  • Lariadelle Mori’naica, awarded the Rectrix in Bronze for overloading the temple’s magical defences.
  • Azlinniel Wildstalker, awarded with the Rectrix in Bronze for remaining a steadfast and constant source of support.

Pinions:

  • Ranthos Firescar, awarded with the 2nd Stud on his Bronze Pinion for being a source of inspiration to the unit with his heroic displays.

  • Lyvaeth Grovestrider, awarded the Pinion in Bronze in recognition for her growth.

  • Serisaya Dawnblade, awarded with the 2nd Stud on her Bronze Pinion for overcoming tragedy to help out her allies.

  • Sedori Dayspirit, awarded with the Pinion in Bronze for crippling the traitorous Lady of Sunhome.

  • Loreley Grovestrider, awarded the Pinion in Bronze in recognition for her growth.

  • Enjae Dawnlight, awarded with his 2nd Stud on his Bronze Pinion for overcoming the darkness within himself and helping the unit.

  • Elzyrn Everbane, awarded the Pinion in Bronze in recognition for her growth.

  • Illuriel Goldendawn, awarded with the Pinion in Bronze for being a source of inspiration to the unit with her heroic displays.

  • Mal’thadian Spineblade, awarded with the 5th Stud on his Bronze Pinion for being a source of inspiration to the unit with his heroic displays.

  • Rowynwen Hawkwing, awarded with the 3rd Stud on her Bronze Pinion for being a source of inspiration to the unit with her heroic displays.

Tectrices:

  • Noviah Linel, awarded with the 5th Stud on her Bronze Tectrix for her mending and unending support in every deployment.
  • Valarmar Emberveil, awarded with the 2nd Stud on his Bronze Tectrix for his mending and unending support in every deployment.
  • Rowynwen Hawkwing, awarded with the Tectrix in Bronze for deploying the emergency seed during the battle against the Crucible.
  • Lariadelle Mori’naica, awarded with the Tectrix in Bronze for taking it upon herself to support the unit throughout deployments, both in spirit and on the field.

Ceremonial Newsletter, Part II: Ranks:

Skyguard Kira Solarfeather, dubbed with the Ace name: ‘Kaliri.’

Skyguard Asyra Namis, dubbed with the Ace name: ‘Muninn.’

With the threat of Sunhome vanquished, Rowynwen ‘Dryad’ Hawkwing has stepped down from the rank of Blood Warden.

In recognition of her steadfast devotion to the unit and the countless hours of service to both the military of the High Home and the Horde, Gwenifer ‘Maelstrom’ Shadowsworn has been promoted to the rank of Sergeant.

The Wall:

The memories and names of Taneth ‘Valiant’ Sundrake, Caithalis ‘Encore’ Solarsky and Cloudsinger have been immortalized within the statue at the heart of Fairbreeze for all to see. Hemera, the War-Hawk of Ranger-Captain Sundrake, has found a new home within the Aviary of Skypeak.

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Something is wrong here :roll_eyes:

(love you Val!)

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I’ll knit Val a sweater with a bunch of awards on it, just because.

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This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat 'til the neighbors gonna die of fright
It’s our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween

Happy Halloween everyone! It’s not unlikely some Skyguard knocked on your door for free Candy!

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who the heck is tyrelas

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The Thalassian Skyguard are currently working on their time skip storylines whilst a small collection of their best soldiers moved to help Tialis defend her estate from new threats. Once secured they found the rabbit hole was far deeper than they had initially thought, causing their eyes to move to Silverpine forest, and now the Burning Steppes

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As most people plan to ride Dragons like we’ve been telling them to all this time, the Skyguard had a pleasant? run in with some Gnolls! Thank you to the Mongrel Horde for their spontaneous fun!

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