#dark ranger velonara

[kottkrig]

Finally got off my butt and finished my vision for the whole Blorbo Council

Sorry the text is small you'd have to go full view to read probably!

#world of warcraft #undead #forsaken #the desolate council #dark ranger velonara #calia menethil #lilian voss #master apothecary faranell #deathstalker commander belmont #kottart #*OC-ifies your faves* they're mine now

[bansheeys]

Chapter 1: The Grand Foyer

Summary: Jaina Proudmoore, Sylvanas Windrunner, and their companions prepare themselves to enter the eerie Waycrest Manor. Once inside, they quickly uncover who is responsible for the mysterious disappearances within the manor.

"The Lord Admiral doesn't need to worry. I wouldn't dare lay a hand on her pretty little head," Sylvanas retorted, sitting back in her chair. "Besides Vereesa, we all know you'll start crying as soon as you step into that big, scary manor."

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#sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #valeera sanguinar #lady liadrin #alleria windrunner #vereesa windrunner #dark ranger anya #dark ranger velonara #sylvaina #sylvanas x jaina #valadrin #vereesa x anya #alleria x velonara #bansheey writes #wlw fanfic

[wolf-of-stormwind]

i think a cool alternative to removing calia's title would be giving the rest of the desolate council unique titles, like giving Velonara the title "The Shadowed Arrow" or something like that. honestly her title isnt even that bad, i just really want them all to be equal.

but derek's HAS to go, like i cannot see a SINGLE reason for him to have it. i can see "champion of the desolate council" if they started having him do a bunch of stuff protecting them with or something

#world of warcraft #forsaken #the forsaken #the desolate council #dark ranger velonara #calia menethil #derek proudmoore #tbh they should just give him SOMETHING to make him a character #tbh i actually really like calia and her potential but some of her writing is euch #i also think WE should get the champion of the desolate council if we're horde/forsaken from like a wuest like baines #especially if we're horde/forskane

[azerothtravel]

Not Blending In..., Silverpine Forest, January 22, 2024.

#wow #world of warcraft #silverpine forest #dragonflight #zemo #deathstalker commander belmont #dark ranger velonara

[maltacus]

My Dread Lady, Warcraft 3/WoW fanfiction

I started a fanfiction story taking place by the end of Warcarft the Frozen Throne and start of wow, featuring the forsaken and theramoore and the respective main characters of each realm, as well as a couple of original ones. Posted on Archive Of Our Own, linked above.

It's not going well so far though, I am getting hardly anyone commenting (2 on 8k words). I would be very interested if someone had any pointers about what I'm doing wrong in that regard. Script? Writing style? Tags? Timing (did shadowlands kill the fandom?)?

#warcraft 3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #sylvaina #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #sylvanas x jaina #dark rangers #velonara #anya eversong #world of warcraft

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Sylvanas' eyes tend to flash very briefly, and faintly whenever she feels intense emotions like anger.

It's subtle for anyone to see, but since her rangers were learned to pay close attention to detail; they would be the first ones to truly notice and be able to immediately know her emotions.

And Jaina, having being around Sylvanas so much in life and even married her, she has learned to see even the slightest actions. From the way her ears convey her emotions, to the the flash of her eyes.

Think of when Jaina reunited with Derek, for instance. When she mentioned the mana bomb, her eyes flashed blue as she used her magic.

Both women are able to decipher what the other is feeling through those very subtle changes and through their emotional bond that they went through during their wedding to feel each other's emotions and thoughts even from a far. This would allow Jaina to check up on Syl when she is away on the front lines and vice versa.

Just like how all her dark rangers are able to communicate with Sylvanas telepathic since being freed, certain dark rangers (Alina and Velonara) are able to send telepathic messages to Jaina as well since in life they were tasked by Sylvanas to protect her during the scourge invasion on Quel'thalas.

#goth mun speaks #sylvanas windrunner #sylvanas musings » i deserved a clean death #sylvanas rel » darkness can show you the light ( sylvanas x jaina ) #sylvanas x jaina #jaina x sylvanas #sylvanas #jaina proudmoore #warcraft

[eighthdoctor]

[chinhands] talk about the Dark Rangers' vicious conviction that Silvermoon owes them /nothing/ and even Nathanos not being willing to leverage that guilt to save the Forsaken.

me: dangles bait you: happily grabs it

Anyway. For reference, this is the bit that's made it into the fic so far:

Lilian picks at an exposed sinew on her fingers. “Silvermoon?” Velonara’s ears snap back, flat against her head and Nathanos whips his head around to glare at Lilian. Neither of them speak. For Nathanos, at least, it’s a matter of respect and loyalty. But Velonara died at the Gates, was Raised there too, her first memories of death being the fall of her city. Lilian ignores their reactions. “Lor’themar owes us—” “The Regent-Lord owes us nothing,” Velonara snarls, shooting Nathanos a vicious glare so he keeps his mouth shut. “It is not a matter of debt between us. He would accept, he could not do otherwise—but at what cost? I will not see Silvermoon fall, again.”

So okay. What's happening here?

Velonara is immediately, vehemently against taking refuge in Silvermoon even though a) they don't have a better option in that moment and b) Lor'themar would absolutely take them in.

Nathanos, whether or not he agrees with this, doesn't argue.

This is something Velonara will risk the Forsaken over, and Nathanos agrees; Velonara then links this to the Fall of Silvermoon.

What happened there? Oh right:

Arthas had Sylvanas brought out and paraded her in front of Silvermoon, as a testament to the fate awaiting his enemies. (from the wiki)

It's vaguely implied in canon but SO FUCKED UP that I couldn't resist, that those who died with Sylvanas are then used as the weapons to destroy Quel'Thalas.

Sylvanas and the Dark Rangers remember killing friends, killing family, destroying their country. They didn't have any ability to not do this, they were puppets, but what difference does that make? Ninety percent of the quel'dorei died, how many of them to quel'dorei Scourge? How many of them were Raised themselves and turned against their people?

Now. Lor'themar (and most of the sin'dorei) absolutely does not hold this against them. He's a reasonable person, and he is absolutely aware that there wouldn't be any survivors without Sylvanas, that she rebelled the moment she got the chance, that she literally could not stop herself from carrying out Arthas's orders, that her loyalty to the sin'dorei is second only to her loyalty to the Forsaken.

If the Forsaken asked, he...might pause briefly, because his responsibilities to the sin'dorei, but ultimately there's no question he would let them into Quel'Thalas. Whatever came of that--possibly a Horde civil war, possibly not--he knows how much Sylvanas has done for them.

But Velonara remembers. The old guard Forsaken, the ones initially Scourge (which Lilian is not, she has different complexes but she's younger), have so much guilt about this. The Dark Rangers vowed to lay down their lives for Quel'Thalas, and then they did, and then they were used to destroy her. There is so much guilt here.

None of them is ever going to ask Silvermoon for anything. How could they?

#asks for ts #mylordshesacactus #the power to manipulate belief #ilu2 #it's so so so fucked up he absolutely used them as front line cannon fodder it's the WORST

[redisaid]

Anya or Velonara

Hmm. Here's a good one for a Dark Ranger in general?:

#red answers #especially good for any dark ranger x sylvanas ship you wanna do

[tornsurvivors]

five times kissed for Sylvanas & Caelyn

[ from my favorite kiss prompt. ]

i. The Ranger-Captain had known Caelyn was there the entire time, so it shouldn't be a surprise she was... extra motivated today. Maybe she was showing off a little and even Velonara knew it. The younger ranger just rolled her eyes, standing back and letting her Captain demonstrate the proper way to do rapid-fire with her bow to the rookies. Nor should it be a surprise that Sylvanas was proud of herself, proven by the smug smirk curling her lips as she turned to face the rookies. "You will take turns, and do remember to aim..." With the emphasis on the last word, the Captain's blue eyes gave a pointed look to a certain rookie who gave a sheepish smile. The same rookie who had sent a poor unsuspecting victim to the medic and have the arrow in their backside removed. As Sylvanas stepped away and allowed the rookies resume their training for the morning, her long ears perked at the chuckle from a certain elf and raised a brow at Caelyn. "Something amusing to you?" Despite the seriousness of her tone, the slight twitch of her lips gave away the casual teasing nature that had always been there between these two. Caelyn just said nothing, sauntered up to her and did the one thing that made her heartbeats quicken. A kiss right on the cheek, near the lips. A silent, mutual yearning between them. Something they knew they couldn't have due to their lines of duty.

ii. She never wanted to inherit her mother's title like this, and yet -- her eldest sister left with her no choice and she was angry. Oh, she was livid. She felt betrayed in a sense with Alleria's departure shortly after their mother fell in battle... despite understanding that her sister had a different way of mourning. The newly anointed Ranger-General was standing at the edge of the balcony at Windrunner Spire, staring almost vacantly at the horizon. She had been too tired to bother changing out of the Regalia she wore for the ceremony today. It wasn't long before she sensed the familiar presence behind her, but Sylvanas did not turn. The closest thing to acknowledging Caelyn's arrival was the cant of her long ears, and twitching the slightest as the other elf closed the distance between them.

And there she was. The comforting stare with deep concern. However, the other elf catches her off guard yet again-- as always --hands, warm hands on the sides of her face and then lips were on hers. More than enough for her to forget the deep emotional pain for a minute. The message the kiss conveyed was the loudest: 'I'm here. Always.'

iii. Hatred. She had become the epitome of hatred -- birthed by a cruelty too dark and gruesome. Burdened by the fact everyone looked the other way, or looked past the fact that monster violated her in the most horrendous manner. Instead looked at her as if she had chosen to become the monster she is now. Memories of her death and undeath were still fresh in her mind, swirling and feeding the dark entity that now resided in her altered body along with the remaining fragment of the Ranger-General's soul that had clung stubbornly through her death. Prompting the banshee to gloat and rub salt in her open wounds. Anything that breathed near her, she would feel the urge to wrap her shadow tendrils around their throat and cut off their air supply. A sickening envy of the living.

And yet...

"You would bed this?" She hissed out the words to Caelyn at the same time gesturing at herself, ignoring how the living elf had flinched. But Caelyn did not back away. Only moving closer and this infuriated Sylvanas. "Do not pity me. I do not want your pity, Caelyn." The only reason she was infuriated is because of the fleeting FEAR she felt. Fear for Caelyn's safety and it only made her feel vulnerable. Because she had felt fear for the longest when she stumbled around in the infinite dark upon her death. She did not know how to handle emotions anymore, they would overwhelm her. Her muscles were tight, ready to snap like a bowstring -- she was certain she would've struck Caelyn, but... she didn't. Especially not when Caelyn pulled her into the softest kiss. Too soft, so damned soft. The black mist that had began to roll off her form with her agitation faded and her hands that had been clenched into fists, relaxed and opened. Of course, only Caelyn would have known what she needed. What she deserved. For the first time since her undeath, she felt a sliver of hope.

iv. She understood now... after all those times when Caelyn initiated the kisses, or touches. Or even an embrace. Understood why the other elf would do these little things for her, like crafting more arrows or even cooking one of her favorite delicacies. It was so clear in the way Caelyn gazed up at her, and the way they slowly moved together -- swaying to a silent song by the campfire. She remembered how she could never get enough of hearing Caelyn's laughter. Nor could she ever get enough of how perfectly in sync their sense of humor had always been. How achingly gentle Caelyn is with her. Because Caelyn had always cared... when no one else would. Except for her family in the past, of course. It was... it was just different with Caelyn. The special kind of difference she suddenly felt so fiercely protective of.

And she wanted Caelyn to know how much.

It would be enough to say how much in the way Sylvanas slowly dipped her head and brushed her lips over Caelyn's, barely touching. Barely a full-on kiss, but it was still enough. She could hear it by the faint hitch of Caelyn's breath, before the living elf's eyes closed and nudged their noses together. Again, for the first time since her death... she smiled.

v. Panic suffocated her -- and she no longer needed to breathe. That's how bad it was, the crippling fear of losing Caelyn. Everything was a blur from the moment the Banshee Queen stormed in the medic tent. The wounded of the battle that blindsided them were ignored, burning crimson eyes flicking from one face to the next. Jaw clenching. No sign of the unique colored hair, nor the tall stature of the Kaldorei. No sign of the eyes that reminded her of stars on a clear night. Tighter and tighter, the fear coiled around her throat. Had her heart still beat, it would be trying to shatter her ribcage out of sheer anxiety, all while breaking. Just when she opened her mouth to wail for Caelyn-- which wouldn't go so well for anyone in this tent... her gaze found Velonara's. The Dark Ranger did not question why. After all she's known Sylvanas for over two thousand years.

Velonara simply turned her head, and led Sylvanas's gaze to the rear of the tent, where she caught glimpse of Caelyn's shadow. Within a blink of the eye, Sylvanas melted into a cloud of black smoke and darted out through the flaps of the tent -- becoming corporeal in front of Caelyn. Eyes flicking over the elf, checking for any life-threatening wounds and found none. Then she fisted the collar of the Kaldorei's tunic, dragging her into a crushing kiss that spoke volumes of her relief.

#𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋: 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍 ][ together we’ll dance among the stars #tornsavior #long post #𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ][ memoirs of a survivor

[tripleburger]

Ink and Honor

Ch. 46 - Sylvanas, Vanessa

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they aren't looking at you."

Sylvanas frowns. A glance over her left side confirms Jaina's theory: the people behind them trudge along like hypnotized ducklings, entirely enraptured by Jaina's presence.

#this is more than 11k words because i have no self-control #this is also pretty gay #the undead elf/living human combo gets me every time #iah update #ink and honor #warcraft #wlw fanfiction #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #sylvaina #velonara x vanessa #vanessa vancleef #dark ranger velonara

[incorrect-wow-quotes1]

Sylvanas: Every time I see Jaina, my heart clenches and I get all nervous.

Velonara: That’s cus you love her.

**Meanwhile**

Jaina: Every time I see Sylvanas, my heart clenches and I get all nervous.

Vereesa: Don’t get too close, you seem to have an allergic reaction.

#source: tumblr #jaina proudmoore #sylvanas windrunner #dark ranger velonara #vereesa windrunner #sylvaina

[kottkrig]

okay I finished something here's Velonara

#dark ranger velonara #dark ranger #darkfallen #undead elf #forsaken #world of warcraft #kottart #I spent 10 seconds on this pls be nice

[bansheeys]

Epilogue

Jaina jerked awake, her eyes adjusting to the darkness around her. Forehead damp with sweat and momentarily disoriented, she struggled to recall her surroundings. She lay in an unfamiliar bed adorned with silk linens that combated the persistent summer nighttime warmth. She blinked several times, gradually rousing herself from sleep. Jaina then felt chill hands and a deathly quiet nuzzle followed by kisses to her neck.  "I hadn't realized I dozed off. How long was I out for?" Jaina asked, shutting her eyes as tiredness lingered from the evening's earlier activities. "Maybe an hour? I was planning to let you sleep since you rarely allow yourself that luxury," Sylvanas remarked. "I do sleep, just not when I spend my nights with you.” "And whose fault would that be, Lord Admiral?"

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#and thats it #thank you for all your comments and kudos #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #valeera sanguinar #lady liadrin #alleria windrunner #vereesa windrunner #dark ranger anya #dark ranger velonara #sylvaina #valadrin #alleria x velonara #wlw fanfic #bansheey writes

[ffamranxii]

Hey guys! If you’re looking for something to read, here’s part one of some WoW fics, written by me, that you might enjoy.

Tales From Silvermoon

This is the series these fics are under. They’re in no particular unless otherwise noted. Mind the tags, which is where things get trippy and commentator-y.

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Little Lynx

Main Pairing: Halduron/Velonara

She took him with her when she died.

Enough: Long Story Short

Main Pairing: Rommath/Kael’thas

When Grand Magister Rommath was in his cups, he allowed himself to think of Kael’thas.

The original two-shot that spawned a beast of a fic (see below).

Enough: Short Story Long

Main Pairing: Rommath/Kael’thas

When Grand Magister Rommath was in his cups, he allowed himself to think of Kael'thas, and through copious setbacks and aggressive cheerleading from his colleagues and Astalor, becomes whole again.

Family

Main Pairing: Liadrin & Salandria, Lor’themar & Salandria, Lor’themar/Liadrin

Liadrin goes to Shattrath to speak to a Naaru and comes home with a child. She, Salandria, and Lor'themar react to Salandria's adoption.

Trueshot Remedy

Main Pairing: Halduron/Velonara

The Alliance and the Horde can't seem to work together as factions, and with the threat of the Burning Legion, they decide to try a different approach. A call for hunters to man Trueshot Lodge in Highmountain finds Halduron Brightwing face to face with his lost love, for the first time since the Forsaken broke free of the Lich King's will.

Sequel to Little Lynx.

The Thrill of It All

Main Pairing: Aethas Sunreaver/Arator the Redeemer

Aethas Sunreaver never thought anyone would love him the way all the stories said. Enter Arator Windrunner.

At Last I See the Light

Main Pairing: Astalor Bloodsworn/OC

Lord and Lady Bloodsworn's greatest gift to their son was their love story, and years later, Astalor writes his own.

(This is a side story to Enough: Short Story Long, and might not make sense if you haven't read it, because it concerns the subplot of Astalor's relationship with Rommath's sister.)

Dalah’surfal

Main Pairing: Halduron/Velonara

After the burning of Teldrassil, Velonara can no longer stand behind the woman she's followed for millennia. Horrified at her commander's actions, Velonara flees to Quel'Thalas, and back to Halduron.

This is a sequel to Trueshot Remedy.

Stealing My Heart

Main Pairing: One-sided Thalyssra/Lor’themar

The moment Thalyssra laid eyes on Lor'themar Theron she was smitten. Until she realized he belonged to somebody else.

Conversations in the Dark

Main Pairing: Lor’themar/Liadrin, one-sided Thalyssra/Lor’themar

Lor'themar gets drunk off arcwine and realizes some very important things about his relationship.

Companion to Stealing My Heart.

#ffamran writes stuff #world of warcraft #Lor’themar Theron #rommath #kael’thas sunstrider #dark ranger Velonara #lady liadrin #aethas sunreaver #Arator the Redeemer #first arcanist thalyssra #Salandria #most of this series’s canon is established in Enough #Astalor bloodsworn #Halduron brightwing

[shalandrassil]

Dark Ranger Velonara, Grand Apothecary Faranell, Deathstalker Commander Belmont and The Black Bride when Nathanos inevitably shows back up to ruin their decent leadership of the Forsaken:

#deathstalker commander belmont #dark ranger velonara #faranell #royal apothecary society #world of warcraft #forsaken #the forsaken #wow undead #wow zombies

[maltacus]

My Dread Lady, Chapter 47

“The rangers I command rank among the greatest fighters ever to come out of Quel’thalas. They are also incorrigible delinquents and bickering mongrels all. I will expect a representative of the king of Khaz Modan to set an example for them and conduct himself accordingly.”

“Are you that?” Runar asked Velonara. “Incorrigible delinquents and bickering mongrels?”

“Woof.”

Cyndia leaned back contently. Velonara was happy again. And Anya was happy to go to Theramore.

Cyndia would really like to see that place too. Some time. She was not too keen on cities after all.

But first she really had to go take a look at how Dalaran was doing. Would there be enough forage now with the deep snow? Were their stableboys warm?

“Can we raise more sail, Captain?”

Hoist. Hoist more sail, damn it.

“Lady Proudmoore.”

“Lady Windrunner. Welcome to Theramore, all of you.”

“We were in the neighbourhood.”

“Dark Lady?” It was Kitala’s voice, which Sylvanas had to take an extra moment to remind herself of. There were more people in the room than her and Jaina. “If you and Jaina are going to argue about who is most to blame, would you like us to keep score?”

#sylvaina #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #warcraft 3 #dark rangers #fanfic #archive of our own