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Taerys Iresong

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The Endless Grey

 

Taerys was no abnormal birth, delivered to a mother with an unlimited capacity for compassion -- a trait that distinguished her among other devotees of Elune. However, as the young one grew, Taerys’ mother - Alandare - found herself growing concerned with her daughter. She was not inherently twisted, but it was as if a piece of her soul had dissipated upon birth. It was as if the grace of her goddess had not bestowed hope upon Taerys, but instead a pair of eyes that saw only a grim realism. There was no life, no mysticism, and no wonder. Only a sort of morbid curiosity and skepticism dwelled within the expressions of this growing elf. She could not even find awe within the grand empire the Night Elves had built; an existence doomed to apathy and calculation.

 

However, there was one spark of passion that Taerys eventually found. A talent that she discovered on the edges of the well’s magical shore; the act of sorcery. Even in her infant years of the arcane’s use, it fueled grand aspirations. Some were eerie, ambitious goals, and others held a sort of benevolent humility. Nevertheless, this series of shady inclinations concerned her mother, and the sisters that had watched her grow. It was not long before her admiration shifted from the devout or druidic, and onto the the Highborne caste. Lord Illidan himself even became a figure deserving of reverence for this swiftly evolving sorceress.

 

 

Bittersweet Blood

 

 

The arrival of the Legion - the dire treachery Azshara had committed - sealed Taerys' fate. As hell itself rained from the skies, she allied herself with the resistance against such an infernal threat. However, with each battle - each close call - the woman found herself more intrigued with these invaders. They were vile, immoral beasts, even within her cold psyche she considered them monsters. But potent beasts, they were. The theme of sacrifice at the cost of survival became apparent among the Night Elves, however some took it to greater heights than others. Taerys resisted the sickly allure of fel magic throughout the war, but it constantly prodded her psyche. The rumors of Illidan and his mimics plagued the dreams of this sorceress. With the Highborne soon becoming exiled from the land, Taerys herself was stricken with a devastating hunger now. She was no longer permitted to practice the arcane that had consumed her so. What little passion she held started to fade; feeling utterly fateless in this turn of her society. She lived as a hopeless hermit for some time, however the eventual War of the Satyr revitalized her rage for demonkind once again, and was the final catalyst for her descent into the most chaotic of magics.

 

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Absolutely sexy. Clean design, well-fit pictures and a deadly immersive story that doesn't drag out too long. What the hell is happening, I'm surrounded by authors?

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If this is the same Finny I think it is, which I know after reading the character list - Then it's a pleasure to see you again on another server. 

As for the writing, I really enjoyed it. You really managed to summarise a good story whilst keeping a good quality of writing. Easy to read, and enjoyable all the way. 

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