yeah⊠okay PRIESTâŠ
The pin sat gently in her palm. It span, the light glistening from its wings every time it rolled. Annaâlyssa brought her hand into a fist, and the pin was once more covered in darkness. She sat upon a balcony, looking over the industrious work of the Priesthood. In the courtyard, she could see Blood Knights, both fresh and grizzled, becoming familiar with the new Sunwellâs power. She could see the Priests, hard at work, labouring, day and night, all with the goal of rebuilding QuelâThalas to its former days of glory.
âAnna.â
Annaâlyssa took her attention away from the plateau, and slowly turned herself around. Stood before her was Rethalia. Dressed in finery, she took a few loud, heeled steps toward Annaâlyssa, placing a hand on her shoulder once she arrived.
âI will do as you ask, but donât get used to this.â Rethalia humoured, a smirk curling up her lips.
âOf course, Iâm sure you wonât be needed for long.â Annaâlyssa responded.
Rethalia left, and once more Annaâlyssa was left in total silence, the only sounds audible were the clanking of heels as her Priestess, and friend, left. She once more opened her palm, the pin inside was fashioned into a phoenix, fully golden and intricately made. The very same pin Annaâlyssa had given to Koriane upon her resurrection, to try to remind her of home. Yet she knows now what Koriane has become. An intense, yet brief period of anger takes over. Her face becomes macabre and she squeezes tightly, threatening to break the pin in her hand. Yet, it remained firm as her anger passed.
âSheâs gone. Dead.â Annaâlyssa murmured, thinking back to Rynoreâs words.
Annaâlyssa then took a deep breath, and her mind became full of recent events. The life of a single wretched had brought her into conflict with a few of the Myrmidons. Before she could think any further, footsteps came crashing up behind her, a brisk walk.
âYenarian. Itâs about time.â She exclaimed.
âAnnaâlyssa? By the Light! What are you doing here? I came as quickly as I heard.â Yenarian rushed his words, consumed with excitement.
âIâve-. Made a mistake, Yenarian. I must atone and refill myself with the Sunwellâs power.â
Yenarian laughed to himself. He wasnât used to seeing Annaâlyssa in such a serious way. He speaks:
âCome on, you canât be serious? You can drop the act. Iâm not one of your soldiers.â
Annaâlyssa smiled, she turned around and gave Yenarian a chunky armoured hug. Her soft demeanor quickly gave way to thought, as the pair fell into silence.
âTell me, Yen. What do you think of the wretched?â Annaâlyssa spoke.
âThey are a plague, of course. We must remove them! Donât you agree? Surely they havenât changed you, Anna.â Yenarian questioned.
âYes, yes. I understand that. But the wretched who turn to bloodthistle. They are in the early stages.â Annaâlyssa paused, she took a deep breath before continuing: âI killed one, Yenarian. A thistlehead.â
Yenarian shrugs, looking back at Annaâlyssa with a confused gaze. âAnd?â
Annaâlyssa took yet another breath. Her brow furrowed and her lips made an uncharacteristic frown.
âI canât help but think that I took the life of a Sinâdorei, Yenarian. I canât bare it. I canât bare the prospect. I know that it wasnât⊠That she was a wretched addict- yet I⊠I simply canât get a grip on it.â Annaâlyssaâs words became faster, more panicked.
âShe was, of course. Openly trading and admitting to her involvement with bloodthistle, which is in itself a crime worthy of capital justice. But I just-â
âStop. You are being absurd.â Yenarian interrupted.
âYou are here to atone, arenât you?â His tone became a questioning one, he leant toward Annaâlyssa.
âIn part. I thought it useful to train, too. Perhaps forge a deeper connection with the Sunwell and her radiance.â
Annaâlyssa went quiet after speaking. She looked once more to the balcony and brushed her hair away from her face.
âI will never so much as raise a finger to those that were⊠Once our kind. I canât take the risk.â
Yenarian responds, clearly angered: âWhat? What of the Renâdorei? What of those that were once our people but now stand as great betrayers?! The thistleheads and wretched are no different! You must not allow this to topple your will.â
Annaâlyssa locked eyes with Yenarian for an uncomfortable amount of time, shocked by his sudden outburst. She exhales a single breath of relief, strangely finding comfort in his sentiment. Her thoughts were scrambled, her mind was itself a mess of ideals and responsibilities, hanging carefully in a precarious balance. She took some time to think of what it truly means to serve QuelâThalas. She would gladly give her life for it, on command, yet she always wants more. Always filled with a hunger to progress and to take the fight to the enemy. She thought over this, even considering her front footed nature to be a flaw. All of this occurred rather quickly, and she broke the silence with speech:
âIâll think on this. Yet I cannot so quickly come to a decision. At the very least I owe one of my Myrmidons a very clear apology. Although I fear it wonât be enough.â
Annaâlyssa thought of Senera, the young Magistrix whom had taken the brunt of her annoyance during the incident. She nodded resolutely and looked back up to Yenarian.
âNow. I have training to do. Once Iâve harnessed the Sunwellâs energies to enhance my marksmanship-⊠I fear not even you could stop me.â
Yenarian chuckles in a fatherly manner. He quickly retorts.
âWe will see about that. Esteemed Ancillary or not, I have always been one step ahead of you. From our days in the academy up until now. This shall be no different.â
Annaâlyssaâs spirits seemed somewhat lifted, she hopped up and started for the door.
âCome, then! To the training grounds. Iâd hate to keep the Priesthood waiting!â
The remainder of the day was spent in training. Annaâlyssa had begun her long and arduous path to becoming a spellbow, and had very directly chosen the path of worship and infusion. To harness the power of the Sunwell. This was her goal. To project the very Light of her home that she holds so dear into any who would dare stand against QuelâThalas.
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Hey guys, Iâm hesitating to join Horde on AD for RP, I was wondering, does the guild has any outfit code ? Mostly asking as on Alliance militaristic guilds often ask their members to dress in a particular way.
Iâm going to answer that with a quote from the OP.
Iâm no expert, but Iâm also somewhat sure youâre also expected to wear the guildâs tabard (golden trident on black background). No strictly specific transmog sets though.
Hope that answers the question. Correct me if Iâm wrong, re: Highblood.
Oh jeez I feel stupid, Iâm sorry I guess Iâm more tired than I thought this evening, thanks for the help ! seems to fit my mog perfectly
about what u said? no
about not being in the guild yourself ⊠? hmm⊠yes
Yeah but also smelly elves
Looking at the many members of the guild wearing whatever they like, Iâm actually pretty confident itâs a suggestion and not a dress code.
yes mate
âvery lightweightâ & also ârecommendedâ
if i dont think ur set fits the bill i tell u to change
i am the sovereign of style in this association
Yeah, too bad that outside this association your transmog SUCKS.