#Suramar

[muiri-noir]

evening party in Suramar

#personal art #world of warcraft #fantasy #night elf #elf #wow #kaldorei #suramar #wow oc

[kuridelblack]

Drawing elves is always the best ✍️  I wish Blizz could give us the Nightborne Npc outfits, they look so cool!  💜✨

#Myart #Nightborne #Elf #fantasy art #warcraft #world of warcraft #digital art #warcraft art #Suramar

[wowscenery]

#world of warcraft #wow scenery #suramar

[artofzuhani]

Old video game painting dump

You know, what the hell, look at my old art. LOOK AT IT. latest one is from 2019, I don't have the patience for these anymore

#digital art #world of warcraft #myst #myst online: uru live #uru #uru - ages beyond myst #frozen throne #wrath of the lich king #zangarmarsh #naxxramas #icecrown #suramar #kadish tolesa #old art #my art #fanart #artofzuhani

[mimithemoomin]

I love Suramar so much, such a beautiful city ✨🌙🔮

#world of warcraft #suramar #wow legion

[nidarosis]

Faelynra Arcbloom (For @Sadies_Sanity on Twitter)

Commission work! Thanks for giving me the freedom to design an outfit and mess around with the hair!

#World of Warcraft #warcraft #elf #nightborne #felborne #Suramar #commission #my art #WoW

[kinamysa]

Nightborne oc, inspired by the Dusk lily icon colours <3

#world of warcraft #warcraft art #digital art #Nightborne #shal'dorei #Suramar #dragonflight #oc art #art commisions #night elf

[remornia]

Looking inconspicuous and completely innocent

#myart #oc: uinen #🌅 #world of warcraft #warcraft #wow oc #nightborne #suramar

[lemongrace]

Requisition

Nobody ever paid attention to a guard. People on the streets of Suramar parted absent-mindedly, oblivious to the true nature of the elf. Oblivious that a wraith had been walking among them.

Briefly catching a glimpse of her own reflection in the canal below, Eluein quickly averted her gaze. Donning a disguise in the city of her birth was more than insulting - it was repulsive. Deep blues replaced the unhealthily pale colouration of her skin, with the twilight-coloured armour in stark contrast to her usually monochrome palette. Even so little as the way the dual-bladed glaive rested in the palm vexed her, yet it was a necessary element of the deception; the fewer parts she obscured by magical means, the better.

Navigating the Grand Promenade proved surprisingly easy - the layout of the streets changed little from the one still fresh in her memory, despite the residences differing from those she remembered from the days of the Empire. A critical eye swept the landscape. The once familiar skyline became enriched with newly built spires she didn't recognise, flying the colours and banners of the Nightborne capital that proudly displayed the rebellious dusk lily. Even the sky, now locked in the artificial state of perpetual dusk, was alien to behold; her home, usurped.

Frustrated by the sight, she picked up the pace. The Venimeux manor was still a good distance away.

The protective enchantment woven into the walls of Idyssa’s estate prevented direct teleportation, warding off the interior from unwanted visitors. An obvious idea following the insurrection - now she cursed herself under the breath for even suggesting it.

As soon as she turned into the residential area, the sound of gossip and laughter assaulted her ears. The whisperings of fleeting romances, political shifts, personal betrayals - it was all so vapid and inconsequential.

Eluein stopped as the passing carriage forced her to a halt. The faceless guard ensuring its safe transit nodded and, without a second thought, she dipped her head back. All without a single word spoken. Truly, it was much easier to sneak into the city under the guise of a Duskwatch than assume the role of a local noble. Her already rigid gait made the deception that much more convincing.

The more she heard, the more she realised how quickly the socialities moved on. No one even so little as mentioned the tragedy that befell Lady Venimeux in her own home anymore, despite the odd and random nature of the murder; that too became old news. Good. It would’ve made everything that much easier.

A single guard kept watch over the entrance to the estate even a good week after its lady’s passing, still like a statue. A deterrence against looters, she thought. Thankfully, she only came to requisition.

“The location of your station has been altered. Venimeux Estate is no longer your charge.” Shalassian. Despite it being similar to her own ancestral language, she hated the bastardised sound of it. Speaking it, even less so.

“On whose orders?”

“The guard captain’s. You are to relinquish your post.” The fact it was a lie didn’t matter. Even if he made the effort to confirm the truthfulness of her words, she would’ve been gone long before anyone arrived to apprehend the imposter.

Had he not been standing there for hours already, perhaps he would have protested more. A discontent grunt was all she was given before the guard saluted and finally gave up his post. Once he disappeared from view, so did she abandon the deception.

A motion of her hand drew a sigil in the air, Shal’dorei in design - a corresponding rune on the other side of the door stirred, and the arcane lock keeping them shut relented with a distinct click. Wasting no time, Eluein disappeared inside.

The interior was just as she saw it the last time - a lavishly decorated salon in the shades of violet and maroon, opening to a massive window overlooking the entire City. Cupboards and bookshelves neatly aligned with the walls, a bouquet of fresh flowers in each vase– fresh flowers?

Impossible. All servants she was aware of had been recalled, and she didn’t sense a presence of another upon her arrival. The property was empty - not even so much as a single spider upon the ceiling. Not a single soul that wasn’t her own, unless the house’s mistress rose from the grave.

Eluein descended downstairs with haste, unlocking the doors of the underground study. It stood in stark contrast to the rest of the estate - dark, lit only by the waning flames of leyfire lamps, with the air so thick with a pungent scent of herbs and moisture it became difficult to breathe. Idyssa’s alchemist den heaved under the weight of hundreds– thousands of vials, tinctures and potions; magical solutions of such a wide variety she’d need hours to carefully go through them all. Luckily, she only needed one.

She recalled its dark violet colour, and the unpleasant thickness of the liquid; how it swirled within the vial and the bitter taste it left in her mouth. How the near constant pain wrecking her body became a negligible afterthought under its effect - at this point, she couldn’t remember a single moment without it. Like needles under the skin, pushing deeper with each passing day.

As minutes passed, her search became more frantic. Cabinets slammed, pages torn from the notebooks in a desperate hunt for the formula. Shattered glass accumulated on the floor at an increasingly rapid pace, mixing the various potions into a single noxious pool. Tearing out a drawer from the wooden desk, she flung it across the study in a fit of rage; her usually aloof and cold visage reduced into a seething, wheezing mess. Nothing. Not a single vial of the medicine remained, and she had sent its creator to her early grave along with it.

The walls of the state shook as an underground explosion rocked its very foundation.

#world of warcraft #oc writing #eluein #idyssa #highborne #nightborne #the ravencallers #suramar #im sorry women #but the gay grandma got too silly #and might have killed her nightborne gf

[wickedmamas]

Lol. Not wrong….

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[azerothtravel]

Please Leave My Personal Space, Suramar, September 10, 2016.

#wow #world of warcraft #suramar #legion

[muiri-noir]

commission for @ heccate_ on twitter

#commission #nightborne #Suramar #World of Warcraft

[shadez-art]

I haven't drawn Thalyssra in so long! I love how the colors came out on this one!

#thalyssra #nightborne #suramar #world of warcraft #world of warcraft art #warcraft #warcraft fanart #digital art #digital drawing #fantasy art #fanart #clip studio paint #artists on tumblr

[wowscenery]

#world of warcraft #wow scenery #suramar

[the-purple-elf]

Daily Writing Challenge - Feb 24

It has been a hot minute since I've written anything, so bear with me and forgive any mistakes! I may have expanded the actual size of the barrier to encompass more territory because I wanted to use that particular spot above the city for the setting. Thanks to @sharpen-jadescythe for showing me that spot!

@daily-writing-challenge

Words: Rumor/Discovery

Ever since the Burning Legion restlessly paced outside the bubble surrounding Suramar City, an oppressive fear had befallen the whole of the city. The streets became deserted; the markets struggled for business and the pleasure houses and luxury shops closed their doors earlier than usual. There was no doubt war had come to their doorstep, and with the undeniable instinct for the elves to close themselves off from contact when anything threatened their shores, their fates had certainly been sealed with no allies to come to their aid.

Xalendyra plucked the gauzy curtains back from the window with a heavy feeling of suspicion settling into her gut. There he was, her wayward husband, slinking out the back door again. This was unlike him, because if there was an errand to be run, he would send the servants. He never did anything himself if he didn’t have to.

Dyra slipped on her cloak and stepped out the back door after him, waving her hand across the path he had stepped across mere moments ago. A faint glow, like a purple mist, revealed his path through the gardens. It was easy enough to use magic on him while he had slept. A simple location spell and she could find him at all times. He was remarkably incompetent at magic, she thought.

And so she followed him, but it was difficult to be stealthy with so few people in the streets. At times his path seemed to use discretion as it skirted into nearby alleys, but his steps along the edge of the canal were hard to follow without being seen, and she often had to slip into pockets of shadow to avoid patrolling guards. His steps wound towards a park on a cliff above Suramar, a scenic spot that was treasured by many as a picnic location, prime for lover’s trysts. Such a place was empty now, and woefully unguarded. 

As she climbed the path with an assist from a levitation spell, she could see a dark cloaked figure standing at a stone picnic table, but he was not alone. Another dark hooded figure stood nearby, and Dyra could make out the sharp spikes of pauldrons underneath the fabric. She couldn’t quite make out who it was, though. She would have to move closer.

What are you up to, dear husband? She rolled this thought around in her head as she crept closer, situating herself behind a tree. She couldn’t hear any words, but could tell by their gestures that the one with the spiky armor had all the power in this conversation. She saw the figure raise a hand almost to strike her husband, and he flinched as an armored gauntlet curled into his collar, and bodily lifted him from the ground. Terror gripped her throat as the figure carried her husband to the precipice of the cliff and dangled him over the edge, his legs kicking vainly. His arms were splayed out in a gesture of surrender and she could hear the panicked babble of his words rise above the normal volume of hushed conversation.

“Please - I am doing all that you asked and more! It would be rather rash to lose an ally such as myself – I assure you – I am more than willing to comply – I just need more time – I – ahh!”

It seemed the figure had no patience for his begging and casually released him from the cliff. Everything seemed to slow to a crawl as she saw him plummet: before she could stop herself, the words of a feather fall spell uttered from her lips, the shimmer of the spell wrapping around her husband’s form before he vanished over the side. 

Dyra scooted painfully along her rear end down the steep path, stumbling in her haste, sharp rocks and branches ripping at the fabric of her clothing. Montremus, she thought with despair. He was repellent and a thorn in her side, but she didn’t want to see him smashed at the bottom of a cliff. Whatever he had gotten tangled up in, she could certainly help him out of it, for her sake too.

She finally got to a place where she could stand up and breathlessly ran to the area she thought he may have landed. It was a lush and well manicured garden, but she could not see anyone standing along the paths. Her gaze drifted upwards, trying to track where he could have fallen, adjusting her expectations with the knowledge of the buoyancy that feather fall offered, which means he might have floated in a more parabolic fashion. Her eyes captured a flutter of movement from the canal and she ran towards it, catching him just as he dragged his sopping form from the water.

“Monty,” she cried out in relief, scrambling to help him climb up the ladder. His cloak and robes clung wetly to his form, tangling around his legs as he tried to right himself, and he crashed into her, taking her down with him. 

“Dyra!? What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice high-pitched and shaking. “You must go home at once!”

Her hands pawed over his soaked body, checking him for wounds. “Are you all right?” She ignored his demand and hugged him despite her feelings that he was a stupid, stupid man and she probably never should have saved him. Perhaps it was to the credit of a fragment of whatever devotion remained that she pressed her warm lips against his cheek. That move startled him into silence because she hadn’t willingly touched him in months.

“Everything is fine - thanks to you, I suppose?” He asked, gently pushing her away and settling his dark gaze upon her. There was tenderness beneath the suspicion glittering in his eyes, which surprised her.

She nodded as he stood and helped her up with him. “I saw whatever it is you were doing. I saw you almost get murdered.”

“My business partner has a little bit of a temper,” he said evasively, removing his cloak and draping it over his arm. “It’s nothing to worry about. As you can see, I was meant to land in the canal.”

He was lying, because it was her application of feather fall that had adjusted his course. He would have been nothing but pudding on the cobblestones if it hadn’t been for her.

“I don’t like the look of this business, Montremus,” she said, fear lacing her tone, causing to be sharper and whinier than she liked. He took her by the elbow and they began their way back to their mansion. 

“Trust me, I’m doing the best thing for our family’s wellbeing.” He was momentarily distracted by the eerie green glow of ships appearing and disappearing just outside the shimmering purple ward around the city. “These are dark times. Our demise is on our very doorstep. Other civilizations have had far less warning and we are fortunate enough to see our fates written on the wall weeks before it actually happens.” 

Dyra’s gaze turned to follow his own. He was referring to the Burning Legion’s attempts to break through the magical barrier that encompassed their city. Their civilization that nearly burst at its seams, confined as it had been to this sphere. She imagined leadership was in a panicked state, day and night, since the invaders appeared. But she trusted them to have a plan, and somewhere in the depths of her mind, she felt detached, as if it was happening to someone else and didn’t wholly affect her future. Perhaps she couldn’t blame Montremus for taking action. Maybe he was trying to bargain with a smuggler to take them out of the city and flee.

“I’m scared,” she said before she realized she had. After a few seconds, she realized he had said nothing, and she turned to look at him. He watched the barrier, seeing dim explosions light the sky as the Burning Legion began to launch ship-fired weapons at the magical shield.

“So am I,” he admitted. They both stared at the beginnings of the assault, hands linked in the dim moonlight.

#worldofwarcraft #suramar #daily writing challenge

[kuridelblack]

✨ Suramar Lights  ✨

June Patreon Postcard  💌

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