Netherbane

Demon Hunters in the World of Warcraft

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Lead Home / Astray

A surprise visitor into Adrilas' quiet life of semi-exile in Northrend turns his routine on end and offers a chance to recapture a love he'd thought long lost. Or does she? Vasedra has made a choice that could rebuild her namesake's past or could sunder it forever. Either way, together, they will take the first step down a dangerous path.

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Summoning the Sovereign

Raeisley and Vasedra walk along the street in Boralus.

 19:59 [Vasedra]: ...
19:59 [Raeisley]: What, love?
20:00 Vasedra stares at Raeisley, shaking her head.
20:00 [Vasedra]: Alright, then. If you insist on coming along, let's go.
20:01 You sigh at Raeisley.
20:01 Raeisley chortles clapping her tendrils. "So where are we going, I want to see you fight belligerents"
20:01 Vasedra shrugs. "Wherever they don't yet recognize me and tell me to leave."

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The Gained Champion

In the aftermath of the third knock and another triggered "fit" that leaves her weak and reeling under the suspicions of an anguished mob, Rhoelyn must turn to her daring rescuer, Elishtar Fangblade, to help her get back to the safety of her home. The two discuss what's happened as they walk and eventually discover that they have more in common than they'd realized.

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Veldrinas: Requiem

Dalaran

Veldrinas stood on the outer grassy edge of the city of Dalaran with his hands clasped behind his back, and though he stood stock straight, his posture was relaxed.

He gazed south with a stony expression towards the wide open ocean as the sun began to set. It was a beautiful vista. But he did not smile and take pleasure in the rare moment. His thoughts were preoccupied with the recent happenings. Sraath, the Burning Legion, the rekindled faction war, the burning of Teldrassil, and the subsequent siege and Alliance pyrrhic victory over the Horde in Lordaeron.

Unbidden, an old memory came to the surface. One from so long ago, it could have been from a different person.

Then again, I was. Veldrinas thought wryly.

* * *

The sun was nearing the horizon  and Veldrinas had awoken early. He stood outside his abode in Ashenvale, watching the sun give way to the coming of night. Standing next to him, leaning on his shoulder, was his wife, Faelivren. His arm was around her, and they were both smiling, blissful even.

* * *

The memory faded and Veldrinas was brought back to the present. At last, the demon hunter indulged in a little smile. After a few more moments, he spoke softly.

"We succeeded, my love. The Burning Legion has been defeated. At long last, your spirit may find peace."

As the hunter continued to watch the day fade to the onset of night, he could have sworn that someone was standing next to him, leaning on his shoulder, her silver hair flowing in the gentle breeze.