#Amirdrassil

[lemongrace]

Bel'ameth, Arms of the Goddess

a small tribute to a zone that has quickly become one of my favorites to be ever added to WoW

#world of warcraft #night elf #warcraft #artists on tumblr #bel'ameth #kaldorei #amirdrassil #art #digital art #inspired vaguely by bilibin

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

The Bloom

A gorgeous commission from @karrahe of Kyuusei looking over the newly-bloomed World Tree, Amirdrassil. So amazingly happy with how this piece turned out...

#kyuuart #world of warcraft #night elf #amirdrassil #karrah_e #artwork

[ashtarels-archives]

Bel'ameth, the Arms of the Goddess

"Isil noras rae shala dielas." (Silver skies and safe journeys.)

#night elf #kaldorei #world of warcraft #wow #screenshot #screenshot dump #emerald dream #seeds of renewal #bel ameth #long post #amirdrassil

[karrahe]

The Bloom

Kyuusei at Amirdrassil, a Warcraft silhouette commission for the lovely @kyuusei-shadowleaf

#world of warcraft art #karraheart #karrahe #art #world of warcraft #amirdrassil #kaldorei #night elf #warcraft art #world tree

[azerothqueen]

#my gifs #gameplay gifs #wow gifs #world of warcraft #warcraft gifs #emerald dream #amirdrassil #dreamtalon

[lunethias]

As a long-time Night Elf veteran, I cried. And then cried even harder. <3

#they finally know some peace #tyrande whisperwind #malfurion stormrage #shandris feathermoon #world of warcraft #night elf #night elves #world of warcraft dragonflight #my screenshots #spoilers #world of warcraft spoilers #wow spoilers #amirdrassil #arms of the goddess

[findmeinshattrath]

I like Bel'Ameth and Amirdrassil, but I won't lie, I miss the Night Elf style of purple twilight ambience that you got with Teldrassil.

#wow #world of warcraft #night elf #kaldorei #Bel'Ameth #Amirdrassil #Darnassus #Teldrassil

[kottkrig]

Being allowed into Bel'ameth as a Forsaken who participated in the War of the Thorns and the Battle of Darkshore feels a little sillygoofy, these Sentinels are staring me down

Sorry about that guys

#kott talks #amirdrassil #bel'ameth #I took off my 'Scourge of the Kaldorei'-title here I don't want to test these old ass elves🧍

[farorasf]

"Smol"

He a little big mad.

#wow #warcraft #warcraft art #world of warcraft #world of warcraft art #amirdrassil #smolderon #smol #fire elemental #fire lord #dragonflight #FaroraSF art

[wolfandwild]

Off to a roaring start with log names this season.

#world of warcraft #amirdrassil #just raid things #warcraft logs #i swear i put more effort into this than my actual parses

[vampyr-boyfriend]

I LOVE NIGHT ELVES SO FUCKING MUCH.

#world of warcraft #warcraft #wow #seeds of renewal #world of warcraft seeds of renewal #night elf #night elves #tyrande whisperwind #malfurion stormrage #tyrande #malfurion #shandris #shandris feathermoon #bel'ameth #amirdrassil #dragon isles

[kyuusei-shadowleaf]

No Agreements With Fire

[ Photo by raquel raclette on Unsplash ]

“There, that should do it.”

Deep within Sor'theril Barrow Den, Ymalius stepped back, kicking aside discarded bandages stained with blood and ashes to examine his handiwork. In front of him, a kaldorei sat on a low stool, stripped to the waist with her back turned to the healer's work. Burns and cuts littered her shoulders, back, and arms, each wound carefully cleaned and even now fading as the green dragon’s potent magic sped the healing process.

“You ought to rest, you know.” He stepped close again to trace a burn along her left arm where the flesh had once been seared to black. It was almost recovered, well ahead of her other wounds, the swirled markings on her skin clearly visible once more. “This healing’s going to take a lot out of you.” He snorted, visage turning to a wry smile. “But you should know that by now”

“What am I supposed to do, hrm?” Kyuusei half-turned, silvered gaze looking sidelong at the dragon. “Rest in the Dream?” Her laugh was humorless. “We’re already here. They’re already here. And I told her I’d protect it. You knew what you were doing when you dragged me out of Val’sharah and asked me to come to the Isles. Don't tell me to rest now.��� She leaned forward again to rest her elbows on her knees, long, unruly hair obscuring her face.

“I suppose,” Ymalius mused, “I did.” Of all the healing wounds on Kyuu’s back, one old scar had resisted all attempts at mending. Between her shoulder blades, the skin was warped in a palm-sized circle, twisted like clay beneath the hand of some cruel potter. “What about this?” he asked, lightly touching the disfigurement.

Kyuusei jerked forward as if shocked. She glared over her shoulder, lips pulled back in a fanged snarl, and Ymalius quickly stepped away to raise his hands in placation. The druid reached for her tunic with an abrupt motion and stood to pull it over her head, back still turned as she became engrossed in the act of lacing the leather garment. “There’s nothing about it,” she snapped back. “I don’t have time for this, Ymalius. I need to get back out there.”

“You forget what I am, Kyuu.” Still circumspect, he moved to the opposite side of the small barrow, leaning against the wall with affected nonchalance. “I’m a dreamwarden, and I slumbered in that meadow outside your cottage for years. Long before you arrived there. I knew your dreams while I slept.” Ymalius sighed ruefully. “And I know your nightmares as well. I know how you came by that scar. Are you going to tell anyone before it comes back to burn you?”

With a last tug at the laces of her tunic, Kyuu turned to face him. Her eyes were still set in a glare, but with a slow exhale of breath, her gaze softened and her shoulders drooped. “Tell them what? The Circle already knows about Delyra, knows she went to the Flame, knows I was the one that killed her at Hyjal. I loved her since we were children, Ymalius. What am I supposed to tell the Circle now, that I was so heartbroken when she left that I tried to follow her, and the Druids of the Flame wouldn’t even have me? That they just... marked me and cast me back out? That I slunk back to the Circle to join the assault on the Firelands instead?”

She took a deep breath before squaring her shoulders. “No. That’s the past. I’ve been lost and burned and found myself again since then. This is what matters now. “ Kyuusei gestured to the passage that led out of the barrow and back to the Emerald Dream. “Amirdrassil. That tree, that – hope.”

“You’re not afraid someone will come forward?” The dragon pushed off the wall and gathered the discarded bandages for a waste bin. “That some disciple of Flame will speak up under interrogation? Her!” Yamalius abruptly took on a self-righteous cast as he leveled a taloned finger at Kyuu in mock accusation. “She came to us in the past! You can’t trust her!” He lifted a brow in question.

Kyuusei’s response was flat and sure. “No. The ones who cast me out? They’re dead. I remember that clearly enough. And these... zealots? Cultists? They’re something different. I thought I was the only one left to remember until you opened your mouth. Besides,” a lopsided grin, the expression familiar and comforting, crept across her features, “I was recruited to defend the Dream by a member of the Green Dragonflight. You. That has to be worth something, dora dor.”

Ymalius gave a low chortle. “It might be, a little bit. I’m sorry, Kyuu. I just don’t think there’s room for doubts out there anymore.” He canted his head. “I had to be sure.”

“You say you’ve seen my dreams,” Kyuu snorted, “but you still needed to be sure. So much for the storied wisdom of Dragonkind. Come on, we need to get back out there.”

A few-score paces took them out of the barrow den, followed by the thunder of broad wings striking the air as Ymalius bore them north to the Wellspring of Life, where the fight against Primalists, Djaradin, and Druids of the Flame was fiercest.

And if the torches that lit the barrow den were dimmer, their flame guttering lower with Kyuusei’s departure, there were no eyes remaining in the barrow to notice...

References

Influences – Delyra

A Repressed Memory – The Firelands

A Dream of You

#kyuustory #no agreement with flames #amirdrassil #druids of the flame

[ashtarels-archives]

Travels Through the Emerald Dream

#night elf #kaldorei #world of warcraft #wow #nightelf #screenshots #emerald dream #amirdrassil #dragonflight #screenshot

[garrennorassin]

NOVEMBER DWC DAY 1 - CHILL

At this age, Garren knew that he had plenty of time to discover his life’s purpose. The feelings of uncertainty and of being lost were probably normal, especially given his own past and the collective, recent past of the Kaldorei. Even to this day many of them were still considered refugees, having no true place to call home and merely bouncing around like vagabonds. Yes, he had a small apartment in Dalaran now thanks to his father, Xylaes, but it wasn’t really home, was it? It had never felt like home. Nowhere had, except Darnassus, and there was no going back there.

So when he first stepped through the portal into the Emerald Dream and witnessed Amirdrassil for the first time, the abrupt wave of emotion told him everything he needed to know. 

This was home.

His once lackadaisical approach to the mercenary work had flipped in that moment. He would do everything and anything to protect this new tree, including giving his own life if necessary. The handful of other Kaldorei in the crew had felt the same pull, this had become extremely personal to all of them. To his credit, Xylaes had recognized the importance of this moment immediately and eagerly adopted and matched his son’s sudden passion. Despite being a Sin’dorei, the older man knew what this meant to Garren and would, naturally, put his own life on the line first.

They set up their camp near the Central Encampment where both military and other mercenary crews had collected for safety. It was difficult for Garren to keep his eyes focused on the ground when all they wanted to do was drift skyward to gaze at the massive World Tree growing above. It was almost impossible to differentiate between leaves and sky, the two blending in luminous harmony and emanating a feeling of tranquility. It was so easy to forget what was going on when everything felt so at peace. The days to come would bring fire and death, something Garren was all too familiar with, but at least in this moment he could cherish the serenity.

Even in the middle of the night the Encampment was abuzz with anticipation of what was to come, but Garren managed to find himself a quiet corner of the world, near one of Amirdrassil’s massive roots. Tenderly, he tugged off his gloves, one finger at a time before setting the pair aside. A hand hovered over the root, the energy radiating from the powerful being sent a chill up his spine. Almost reluctantly he flattened his palm against the bark, and at that exact moment he felt a hand press atop his bare shoulder. Immediately he startled and fell backwards over his pack as he frantically searched around for whomever had disturbed his privacy.  No one was there.  At least no one that he could see.

With a furrow in his brow, he shifted to face the tree once more, pressing a hand against it without hesitation. The feeling of warmth, love, and home was present, a sensation he hadn’t felt since… 

His breath caught in his throat. He knew this tree was born of the souls of those lost in Teldrassil. He had lost so many friends there, and the only family he had ever known for the vast majority of his life. It had to be…

“...Grandma, grandpa?”

The tree glowed beneath his touch.

@daily-writing-challenge

#story #garren #dwc2023 #novemberdwc2023 #amirdrassil

[iridikron]

EU Argent Dawn gamers! Are you looking for a guild? Introducing Nefarious Anglerfish, a new LGBT+ oriented social raiding guild.

Our goal is to create a comfortable space for people to partake in end-game content. The vibes are chill but organized.

More details below.

Starting in February, raid times are 19:30-23:00 server time on Saturdays, and 14:30-18:00 on Sundays. Saturday raids are for gearing, whilst Sundays are for progression.

Our raid guidelines are quite simple, we ask that people sign up for the content they wish to partake in, show up on time, and do their best :)

We also do other stuff througout the week, such as Mythic+ and leveling alts.

Due to the nature of us advertising ourselves as an LGBT+ guild, we have to enforce our rules fairly strictly, but the main message is quite simple- don't be a dick. We also ask that members be 18+

If you're interested, shoot me a DM or an ask and I'll get you an invite to our Discord!

#world of warcraft #wow #wow lfg #wow guild #argent dawn #argent dawn eu #wow eu #world of warcraft lfg #amirdrassil #dragonflight #thats all. i think

[azerothqueen]

#my gifs #gameplay gifs #wow gifs #world of warcraft #warcraft gifs #amirdrassil