#Archmage Kalecgos

[legendaryevokercupcake]

'Can you kill god?' With the Dragons of Warcraft+Friends

Thinks they can kill God, can: Malygos, Nozdormu

Thinks they can kill God, can't: Alexstrasza, Sabellion, Nefarion, Neltharion, Arygos, Stellagosa (No hate to my queen)

Thinks they can't kill God, can: Kalecgos

Thinks they can't kill God, can't: Anduin,

Accidentally killed God in a Wendy's parking lot in 2018: Chromie, Wrathion

Will kill God if he doesn't shut up: Kleia

Is God: Pelagos

#Malygos #Malygos the Spellweaver #Nozdormu #Nozdormu the Timeless #Alexstrasza #Alexstrasza the Lifebinder #Sabellion #Nefarion #Victor Nefarious #Neltharion #Deathwing #Neltharion the Earthwarder #Deathwing the Destroyer #Arygos #Arygos the Blue Prince #Stellagosa #Kalecgos #Archmage Kalecgos #Magister Kalecgos #Kalecgos the Spellspinner #Somebody give this man a title #Anduin #Prince Anduin #Prince Anduin Wrynn #King Anduin #King Anduin Wrynn #Anduin Wrynn #Anduin Llane Wrynn #Chromie #Chronormu

[quenthel]

blue dragons

#quenthel art #world of warcraft #kalecgos #kalec #archmage kalec #sindragosa #blue dragon #these were mostly warmup things bc i got tired of only making silly sketches and not coloring at all... but then i ended up having more fun #with them... also i love kalec's blue eyelashes its fun

[lothirielswan]

Jaina Proudmoore: Okay old man, what's with the flask

Khadgar: Old man? Excuse me?

Wrathion: The old lady's right. You've become a surprisingly integral part of my social circle. I can't have you interrupting my ecosystem. 

Lor'themar Theron: You can be honest. It's not stamina elixir. It never is. 

Khadgar: I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC. And it is NOT an addiction. People can carry flasks. Flasks are cool!

Kalec: You took out the flask three times during that meeting. And I'm good at recognizing red flags; I dated Jaina!

Jaina Proudmoore: ...

Tyrande Whisperwind: I have noticed a certain...pattern, with humans over time. Perhaps you should look into an anonymous outlet to speak about your feelings. Like when Jaina sought anger management sessions! And then she went to therapy!

Jaina Proudmoore: Okay, no one needs to know these things. I am FINE, and my life is not on fire anymore.

Malfurion Stormrage: Shh! Don't mention fire!

Khadgar: ...

Khadgar to Eona: This is why adults "seek help."

#i want the therapy sessions #world of warcraft #khadgar #eona strider #anduin wrynn #wow #jaina proudmoore #tyrande whisperwind #malfurion #malfurion stormrage #illidan stormrage #wrathion #kalecgos #lorthemar theron #dear prince dandelion #varian wrynn #turalyon #archmage khadgar

[count-crimson]

Dragon Isles picnic!!

#archmage nari #archmage khadgar #kalecgos #world of warcraft dragonflight #Warcraft #wow art #Warcraft art #oc x canon #two mages being cute #and dragons!!

[irishk0rn]

I would like everyone to know that in a current roleplay with my partner it’s a WoW clash with a fandom set in our modern world and Khadgar has been playing The Legend of Zelda: Breath of The Wild for six hours now and before that Kalec was watching Disney movies on repeat

#world of warcraft #wow #irishkorn #khadgar #archmage khadgar #kalecgos #roleplay

[fio-renze]

May 19 - Day 1 Mysterious / Appearance

<<Archmage Drenden’s back on the Council of Six.>>

Fiorenze furrowed her brow at the text from Keranna that popped up on her little communicator with a standard chime. They didn’t talk much anymore; the falling out between the two of them over how the older elf, in her role as governess, had conspired with her mother to suppress her abilities with nature magic in favor of focusing only on her abilities with arcane to keep the family from shame, had grown into a grand rift. 

She’d been hoping for another elf, if she had to be honest. It would’ve been a fair show toward a greater neutrality that the city had lacked for a long while, but part of her had fully anticipated the disappointment of another human being inducted into the post Kalecgos had vacated. Drenden, of all people, made her brow furrow heavily — and that was entirely why Keranna considered it an important enough piece of news to pass along. 

He’d been considered dead for over twenty years, lost in the siege that had crushed the city at the end of the Third War. There had been no word of him in the aftermath or decades since. It wasn’t a long time for her people, but for a human? 

How strange that the Archmage had mysteriously and miraculously reappeared, just in time to slot perfectly into his old council seat. 

Between her strange dreams and this, the boundaries of the floating, violet city were starting to feel a little stifling. She didn’t consider herself to be a conspiracy theorist, but something in her gut was starting to wave a little flag of concern. 

She shot back a quick <<Thank you.>> before scrolling down to the last conversation she’d had with Pyraelia, the only member of the family that was a card carrying member of the Kirin Tor. <<Drenden?>> 

The reply was almost immediate, <<Yes. It’s weird. I’m not the only one that thinks so. Come over for tea soon?>>

Fiorenze frowned and bit the inside of her cheek, still frustrated at her little sister over purely personal matters that hadn’t required her brand of meddling. Still, this was starting to put some spats into perspective. Perhaps it was time to shelve the grievance for a moment, if only to make sure they had some kind of plan in place in case things started to get weird again. 

This was Azeroth, after all, and the only thing one could count on is that things would get weird again. 

#maydwc2024 #mayday12024 #fio-renze

[nixalegos]

Sails, Ales, and Old Ails ii.

Continuation of here "Like her." He said with a scoff. "By all means, raise a glass to the Lord Admiral here, wonder how many Kul'Tirans, her own people, have been chased all this way south by her policies and increasing avarice." He added as he let go of his mug and leaned back. There was the twitch of the lip in the corner of the Sin'dorei's mouth as he did so. The nook for a cigarettes that wasn't coming. He composed himself as soon as it formed. "And seeing as you are lacking in newspapers apparently. Archmage Khadgar, whos greatest magical feat in the last ten or so years was burning a bridge last I heard, and the blue dragon Kalecgos, whos most notable history was being a mana battery and sticking his cock into any blonde hole with mana inside. Oh, and a gaggle of for hire adventurers, like usual, doing all the monster killing." He said dismissively. "It's going to be a disaster, I'm sure." "Not as if the Horde can really raise a flag that isn't colored white these days." He continued. "Don't forget we technically lost the Blood War. And we weren't in much position to fight -that- either, can't even scrape together an Iron Star from Hellscreams days I hear Orgrimmar is so starved of resources." He said dramatically. "Which was my point earlier about Proudmoores continuing existence being an excuse to do -anything- to rebuild martially, to buy breathing room and safety." He said with a casual hand wave. "You cannot name a singular Horde threat that isn't derived from a weapon yet constructed like the terror weapon sadly used on Theramore, or the woefully wasteful blight. We do not boast Crystal Spaceships, or Demi-gods, or walking weapons of arcane destruction with cities destroyed under their belts. We only boast people. Desperate people. Who are sitting there wondering when the boot is going to drop. Can you really sit there Torben, and tell me a desperate people pushed to the edge aren't justified with wanting a means of leverage?"

@torbeen

[starssung]

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― muses / * test muses / italic are upon request / bold are primary muses.

b'elanna torres - star trek

satele shan - star wars the old republic sheev palpatine - star wars cere junda - star wars fallen order / jedi survivor * trilla suduri / second sister - star wars fallen order catherine willows - csi vegas gale dekarios - baldur's gate 3 g'raha tia - final fantasy xiv archmage khadgar - world of warcraft sylvanas windrunner - world of warcraft * alexstrasza - world of warcraft * kalecgos - world of warcraft sesshomaru - inuyasha toph - avatar the last airbender azula - avatar the last airbender * iroh - avatar the last airbender * katara - avatar the last airbender * mai - avatar the last airbender

all muses are open upon request , otherwise i write what ever i have muse for .

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[kryssiesbookofselfinserts]

This was making the rounds again ^^

#kryssiesbookofselfinserts #;;reblog game #;;ancient as the forest (rowan) #;;mountain husband (Belagor) #;;mom friend incubus (kael) #;;heavenly messenger (hermes) #;;beloved archmage (kalecgos) #;;myhrr and forget me nots (Muriel) #;;pit boss (Sett) #;;andromeda boyfriend (Jaal ama darav)

[maykors]

Drove mom in for an appointment with her local doctor for a health check and new prescriptions earlier today. With some time alone in the waiting room it was nice to let time pass drawing with the children’s colorful pencil set:) Left it there with a “finders keepers” note and a Merry Christmas to whoever reads the back. ^-^ 

#first idea of kalecgos with jaina but they didn't look like them much so improvised #world of warcraft #gift card #traditional drawing #rusty but really fun!:D #mom was taken good care of<3 #battlemage #archmage #kalecgos #icy mountains #northrend #or maybe #draenor

[wowwd-of-wawcwaft]

jaina, introducing a new adventurer to dalaran: the council of six is a group of extremely competent mages who– *opens doors to violet citadel*

khadgar: and that, my friends, is why i’m never going back to stranglethorn

modera: who knew being low on mana could lad to such... creativity

kalecgos: i usually just carry around a box of matches just in case

aethas: you are literally a dragon

kalecgos: I DON’T JUDGE YOUR LIFE CHOICES

jaina, slamming the door shut: as i was saying, i’ve never met these people before in my life

#world of warcraft #jaina proudmoore #khadgar #archmage modera #kalecgos #hero/champion/adventurer/player #aethas sunreaver #this was before jaina left obviously #and also probably the real reason WHY she left #dalaran #wowwd of wawcwaft

[legendaryevokercupcake]

Kalecgos and Khadgar listen to reddit creepypasta horror stories while writing their important archmage paperwork

#warcraft #world of warcraft #khadgar #kalecgos #khadgar x kalecgos #kalecgos x khadgar

[tallgrassstore]

Just ONE day left until listing day! Our dragon of the day this time is Kalecgos! The newest aspect, Kalecgos is the only of the 6 dragons I've made to have such an intricate coloring of his body. He features 3 shades of blue to capture this handsome mage-weaver, with striking pink eyes and various other details like his multiple horns, tail spikes and back scales - be sure to swipe for more photos! Kalecgos measures 14in tall with a 9in wingspan. He will be $90USD before shipping cost. He has no wiring - not even in his wings - so he remains super cuddly! You can find more info on the listing day such as the pricing, time and more at Facebook.com/TheTallGrassStore and be sure to have all your info set up and ready before Friday at TheTallGrass.etsy.com!

#wow #world of warcraft #warcraft #dragon #aspect #Cataclysm #kalecgos #plushie #crochet #amigurumi #art #artist #lil #mage weaver #archmage #legion

[lothirielswan]

"Please, Call Me Dadgar"

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

Quest Objective: Give Dadgars and Illidads to those in need.

A fleeting flicker of warmth bloomed in my chest. I said hi! And he saw me—! Well I didn't “say” hi technically, but— 

My view of Anduin was blocked by Wrathion’s hair. He leaned in front of me, gently tossing his head. His curls rippled. 

“Quickly, Eona! How are my talons? I had them sharpened and embedded with gold two days ago. Have they dulled?” Wrathion was nearly sitting on my lap as he waved in Anduin’s direction. 

“How did you get over here so fast?” I tried to push him off without making a scene. People were starting to glance at us. My eyes pleaded for Kalec’s help, only for him to muffle a laugh and point a finger at me under the table. 

Sometimes I wish I was an only child. Oh wait— 

“I take it you two—erm, three, have history,” Khadgar mused. I finally shoved Wrathion off and he landed in Kalec’s lap. 

“Oh, the perfume,” Kalec gagged as Wrathion poised himself on his new living pedestal. 

“There was some chemistry between King Wrynn and myself,” Wrathion waved at Anduin once more. Wrath had kept in touch with Anduin, so to speak. There were certain days where one might glimpse a massive black bird in a tree next to Stormwind Keep, peeking into one of the windows. 

“Chemistry?” I repeated. A hand supported my chin as I regarded the helpless heap of brothers next to me.

“It was always a regret of mine that you were the third wheel in our very sensual relationship,” Wrathion proclaimed with mock sympathy. “Not to worry, Eona. There is someone out there for you. Not all of our siblings are as fortunate, however…”

Kalec’s face puckered. He muttered under his breath,  “It is wrong to hit a five year-old. It is wrong to hit a five year-old…”

We had attracted more than a few stares (enough to make Khadgar resist the contents of his flask). Taran Zhu’s back was to us, shunning our party for our outbursts. I had enough of the summit. 

I slipped out of my seat and Khadgar’s reach as I sped towards the exit. The frost-bitten air revealed how hot my face was. My heart was still pounding from the thought of Anduin seeing me—and witnessing my overly-extroverted and dorky family. 

I didn’t take Wrathion’s approach in stalking Anduin over the years. I’d snuck in letters and received a few in return. I had made a quick appearance at Varian’s funeral, but few words were exchanged at the event. The distance between us felt long—not in a physical sense. Garrosh was gone. The red dragonflight was not fond of me (my mother’s reputation, of course). My standing among the Horde recovered after chasing Illidan and killing demons. But how could I speak to Andy about grieving monsters? How could I tell him about killing my mom’s best friend—?

I sat on the steps, wincing as the icy stone beneath me summoned memories of Northrend. I barely felt the cold, yet I still kicked the snow off the step near my foot.

“Eona?”

When I looked up, a shade of cobalt that made the color of the sky inferior filled my vision. I craned my neck to take in all of Anduin. 

“Hi. You’re tall now,” I said. He smiled. 

I started to stand when Andy offered me a gloved hand. Ever the gentleman. I paid particular attention to when our fingers touched, pleasantly surprised at the electric current that still passed between us. Some things hadn’t changed. 

At full height, I was eye level with his collarbone. I found myself subconsciously shifting to my tiptoes to be near eye level. Would it be weird to move to the step above him just to meet his gaze? 

“And you have freckles,” he replied. “They look beautiful.”

I tucked a hair away from my face. “Thanks. I like the ponytail. It’s a nice touch.”

“You think so? It’s a new style,” His averted his eyes from the praise, cheeks dusted pink.

“I think it suits you. You’re a lot more…metal-y than I remember, too,” I mused, poking his breastplate. 

Andy’s grin could’ve melted the ice on the entire mountainside. The longer I stared at his lips, the longer the summit and the world around us faded into a pale sky that was simply a canvas to his light. 

A short silence passed that I hadn’t registered until I realized neither of us had said a word. 

“I’m sorry—”

“I missed you—”

We paused. My apology and his statement hung in the air. For the first time today, Anduin frowned. “Why are you apologizing?” 

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been in the same room,” I never chose my words so delicately when addressing Anduin. I had always assumed that one day we would…continue where we left off. But my world feels too dark for someone as bright as Andy. “A lot has happened.”

Anduin nodded gravely. “Yes. That is true…I heard Garrosh is…”

I shrugged. “He’s old news.”

“I read your dissertation from your time at Dalaran.” 

I blinked in surprise. I had mentioned in some letters to Anduin that I studied at Dalaran during my time at Wyrmrest Temple. But I never spoke of my dissertation. Anduin continued,  “I enjoyed your musical pieces very much. I am intrigued, however, in why you decided to venture into legal studies when you published groundbreaking work on crystology.” 

A puff of steam escaped Andy’s lips, “You established a garrison on Draenor. You led battlement plans for attacking Argus—”

“You…followed my career,” I said softly.

Anduin shrugged. “It’s not the same as hearing it from you, but it’s a part of you. I’d be glad to hear more…if you’d like to tell me, that is.”

I smiled. He wasn’t the only one who was curious (or had an undercover black dragon thirsty for gossip). Khadgar was my other source, surprisingly. “I heard you published theological studies under the Exodar archives. You also tutored under Khadgar for a brief time to study Naaru and edited his section under Outland Magics.”

“I wanted to visit Shattrath myself, but my father wasn’t fond of me leaving the keep…” Andy’s voice trailed off. The smile that had caressed his face before faded into a firm line. “I miss him, too.” 

“I’m sorry, Andy—” Reflex took over and I reached out to touch his shoulder. 

The double doors to the temple slammed open. We broke apart as Khadgar and Illidan stormed out of the meeting. Khadgar scoffed; Illidan smirked. 

Remorse of discussing Varian still lingered on Anduin’s face. I flashed a fractured smile, “Want to borrow one of mine?”

“I can’t take you anywhere—oh, Anduin. Good day to you,” Khadgar’s tone lightened as he recognized Anduin. Khadgar’s eyebrows took on a form I didn’t like when he looked between Andy and I. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to unleash your pathetic fury on this pair for missing the meeting?” Illidan retorted, passing us down the stairs with barely a nod. 

“Says the one who impaled the table!” Khadgar pulled at his clipped ivory tresses. 

“There was a bug. It was unsanitary.”

“It was my finger.” 

“And I stand morally correct.” Illidan twirled one of his twin blades. A portal of murky emerald pooled in the air before him. “This was a waste of time.” 

“Do not expect me to go out for drinks with you later…! It seems you’ve made a friend, Eona,” Khadgar’s mood seemed to brighten as Illidan’s form was eaten by the energy of the portal and transported miles away. Khadgar took his place at my side on the step below, gripping my shoulders. “What a lovely well-mannered and good influence you find yourself in the company of.” 

I wanted to die of embarrassment. 

“You’re layering the Dadgar on pretty thick for someone carrying a flask,” I muttered to him, attempting once more to smile in front of Anduin and failing miserably. 

“Please don’t scare this one away. He’s the only one in our social circle that doesn’t have horns or hooves or gives me a reason to drink,” Khadgar continued to smile at Anduin the entire time he mumbled to me. “Will you be attending the retreat at Dalaran, Anduin?”

A retreat. Also code for the world leaders exhausted Taran Zhu’s hospitality and he was sending them nicely packaged to the Kirin Tor.

“Of course. It’s in the pamphlet,” Andy replied. 

Khadgar pressed a hand to his breast. “Don’t let this one go, Eon.”

“I can hear you, Archmage.”

“Please, call me Dadgar.”

Continue Dear Prince Dandelion here.

#dear prince dandelion #world of warcraft #anduin wrynn #eona strider #khadgar #illidan stormrage #archmage khadgar #illidan #wrathion #kalecgos #alexstrasza #garrosh hellscream #wow #warcraft #world of warcraft fanfic #jaina proudmoore #thalyssra #lorthemar theron

[farseerdri]

My artwork for @legionzine titled “First Lessons”

I changed up from my original when I realized Kalecgos was an available choice. While I look at this now and see everything I could fix, I’m still very happy with how this turned out even with the mad dash to reach the deadline on time, lol

#my art #wow legionzine #legionzine #kalecgos #marigosa #blue dragon whelp #aspect of magic #dalaran #world of warcraft #wow art #hall of the guardian #mages #mage #archmage kalec #oc #I really had fun on this project #I would absolutely do it again

[irishk0rn]

was fucking around and doodling and this came to mind, so I might make it my lil illigar canon

//

Khadgar felt the color leave his face as he listened to the thundering of hooves. Was he sweating? He felt like he was sweating — but his robes could just be warm.

The champion had brought Illidan back to the tower, after he had confided something in them. He cursed to himself for such, knowing he would probably regret that decision and not make that mistake again. Yet another thing to be belittled for.

Illidan looked down at the mage; Makers be damned, he couldn’t read the demon hunter.

Khadgar tenses and closes his eyes. He tries to pretend that it isn’t Illidan he is speaking with, but rather the champion. “I just wanted to voice my concerns,” he said, lightly, “I didn’t mean to hurt him,”

Khadgar disassociates when he’s scared. Illidan knows. It’s one of Khadgar’s anxious habits.

The demon hunter remained silent.

The mage can feel his frown.

“Illidan, I know you’re angry — and that is your right—” His words tumble over each other as they race out of his mouth. “Makers, will you say something?”

Illidan can hear and feel the panic rise in the archmage. His ear twitches at the notion.

“Calm down,” he says finally. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

Khadgar closes his eyes again. “Yes.”

The night elf blinks. That was not the answer he was expecting from his human. Was he… afraid of him?

“You have hurt me before — often. Er— not often, I guess, but I— I can think of many examples— I—”

“Breathe.”

Khadgar gave up on the elegance of his words. “You have hurt me before. A lot. I do love you, truly I do, but Gods be damned if it isn’t hard to. You can be so hurtful — I’m done with it,” he took a breath in before he continued, “I’m done. I don’t— I don’t deserve that. I’m terrified right now — having to stand up to you, this once. Do you understand?”

The realization hitting Illidan is almost surreal; like watching a baby giraffe learn to walk for the first time.

Had he lost control and not remembered? Realized?

“I’ve struck you?” Illidan asks, genuine concern and regret lacing his voice. “I’ve hurt you? Tell me when I have, Khadgar— please. How? What have I used? I—”

He is interrupted by the shake of Khadgar’s head.

“No. No, it’s— you have never struck me. But you hurt me. You make me feel so stupid and inadequate sometimes — I don’t think you realize you do it. I don’t want to believe you are doing it on purpose. Because if you are, we’re done—”

Illidan frowned and shook his head. “No!” his voice raises, and he notices Khadgar flinch. He moves back, disgusted with himself, that his beloved is scared of him. “Khadgar, I…”

Horrified realization crosses Illidan and he looks down at the ground, not having the strength to look at his lover.

Well, now Khadgar knows it’s not intentional. He can work with that.

And slowly, like approaching a stray animal, he moves to Illidan, taking his cheek in his hand. Illidan can’t help but lean into and welcome the touch. His eye lights dim and stop, simulating his eyes shutting.

“Illidan, I know love is difficult for you. It is for me, too. But… if changes aren’t made, I cannot continue like this with you,”

Illidan nodded mutely.

Khadgar offered a smile and rubbed his cheek with his thumb, inciting a low rumble from Illidan as he leaned into the affectionate touch.

“What would you like me to do, Khadgar?”

Now that’s a question. And the mage thinks on it for a moment, before looking at Illidan again. “I’ll help you. I’ll let you know if you’re doing it… and how you respond is up to you. We can start with that, hm?”

The night elf nodded again and leaned forward into the human’s touch.

“I’m sorry.”

Khadgar blinked. “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

Khadgar wasn’t used to hearing that from his partners. Especially not from the most rugged and closed off of them all; he had a few quite sweet lovers, like Kalecgos, who would always apologize, but he didn’t expect Illidan to. Ever. This was a surprise.

“It’s okay,” Khadgar paused, “Well, no… no, it’s not okay. But it will be. And I forgive you. How about that, huh?”

Illidan nodded a third time and nuzzled his head against Khadgar’s.

“Love you,” he muttered.

“Love you, too,” Khadgar whispered back.

#world of warcraft #wow #irishkorn #illidan stormrage #gay #khadgar #illigar #illidan x khadgar #khadgar x illidan #irishkorn fics