#kal'dorei

[grimlins-chaos]

Elves!

#sin'dorei #Kal'dorei #night elf #blood elf #world of warcraft #warcraft #wow #art #my art #these two are best friends #bordering on gay

[falaandu]

#highborne #World of Warcraft #Tomb of Sargeras #stained glass #Kaldorei #nightborne #shal'dorei #night elf #Kal'dorei

[sebritz]

bunch of wow oc refs i've done recently :3

#warcraft #world of warcraft #draenei #night elf #void elf #blood elf #lightforged draenei #lightforged #demon hunter #kal'dorei #sin'dorei #ren'dorei #ocs #art #artists on tumblr #draws #sebritz fanart #oc tag #my sillys :3 #long post #<- just in case

[nootziq]

Ixchel

#kal'dorei #night elf #nelf #wow oc #warcraft #nootziq

[muiri-noir]

Faenniswe’s just showing off

#personal art #Faenniswe #night elf #kal'dorei #World of Warcraft #OC

[elyoncatnecoe]

#world of warcraft #night elf #warcraft oc #elf #kal'dorei #digital drawing

[sinnie-moon]

Sinnie Tarot by https://twitter.com/CinnriStarling

Do not repost, I have commissioned this art of my OC, thanks!

#Sinnie #Sinin #Warcraft #World of Warcraft #WorldofWarcraft #Warcraft Art #Night Elf #Kal'dorei #Kaldorei #Druid #Commissions

[yaggydigital]

1k Giveaway Prize for @kyristana on Twitter.

Kyristana Autumnleaf is a Kal’dorei Druid

#kal'dorei #druid #oc #art #digital artist #World of Warcraft

[scrapchops]

Wife lashed her tongue with Ohio Fever Ohio Fever Wife lashed her tongue Rags in her mouth But I couldn't save her I couldn't save her Wife lashed her tongue

#world of warcraft #warcraft #kal'dorei #nightmare #artists on tumblr

[lynervia]

My bb girl Dei'thera i love her sm also painting burns are so hard, screaming crying

#kaldorei #kal'dorei #night elf #nelf #wow #world of warcraft #teldrassil #oc #watercolor #fanart #my art #my stuff #burns #fire

[wowhead]

I made more Kal'dorei pine nut bread

[grimlins-chaos]

Peacebloom

For some context, Alaantheria is Broll's youngest cousin however they developed a big brother/little sister bond given that in his attempts to reach his full druidic potential (i.e. societal pressure to be the best of the best) often took Broll up to Mt Hyjal where Alaan was born and spent most of her life at.

Inspired, Alaantheria would eventually become a druid herself when the path of a priestess didn't really work out for her, after Broll's disappearance during the third war, Alaan would aid in the search to find him but unfortunately to no avail. It would however land her collaberating with and soon after would join The Adventurer's Guild (if you played ffxiv it's essentially the same as it's own adventurer's guild but with some changes. And for the ingame version Alaan just ends up traveling to the eastern kingdoms where she'd meet her guild)

However whether in my own canon or ingame, Alaantheria bearmantle is your trusty healer, ready to give a hand and join her friends no matter what amount of trouble it gets her into xD

#broll bearmantle #world of warcraft #night elf #kal'dorei #kaldorei #warcraft #WoW #Alaantheria bearmantle #wow oc art

[falaandu]

#goldrinn #Wild Gods #World of Warcraft #necklace #Kal'dorei #Kaldorei #night elf

[druidonity2]

Kal'dorei Varian, Anduin, and Wrathion.

#world of warcraft #anduin wrynn #wrathion #varian wrynn #room for improvement i think but im happy so far #Varian is a guardian/pack druid blessed by Goldrinn #and despite his anger has not yet fallen to whatever the fuck is up with pack druids normally #Anduin is a Priest of Elune and marked with Elune's tears which means his depressions suck ass and he can hear elune be sad sometimes #Hes a very good priest except when he is not then hes very bad no stop touching the void thats bad didnt you learn from azshara #or maybe he goes night warrior but more sad and regertful then enraged and vengful and it leads to self distruction and only being able to #hear elune's regrets and mourning which is so loud and echoing really a boy cannot contain the emotions of a goddess so powerful as her #Wrathion is a dragon

[wyrmguardsecrets]

Man I keep thinking about that one dude who has devoted 90% of his about page to a really passive aggressive "guide" to RPing various different races and classes, as if he's some kind of expert on any of it. But then he spells it Kal'dorei.

Tell me more about how I should be playing my character, apparently I'm a fucking idiot and don't know what I'm doing.

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[lostywrites]

Summary:

The Hidden Ones encounter a mysterious traveller from Azeroth. Recognising an opportunity to expand their influence and forge new alliances, they appoint Basim Ibn Ishaq, a devoted disciple, as their representative.

In a realm where ancient lore and magic are as tangible as the air he breathes, Basim must rely on his wits, skills, and newfound connections to fulfill his mission and unlock secrets that could change the fate of both worlds.

A Warcraft/Assassin's Creed Mirage crossover fic. Set before the events of Dragonflight and Valhalla.

Pairing: Basim/OC

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - The White Pawn

"Pardon my curiosity, but what has led a king to forsake his throne and shroud himself in secrecy?" Basim asked as they navigated through the thick underbrush.

The king paused, taking a moment of introspection before replying, "My return from the Shadowlands have left me...in need of solitude. I needed time to reflect, to understand the person I've become, accept what I've done...it's only here, away from everyone else I could truly find the strength to face my own inner demons..." he confessed, his voice tinged with melancholy.

"The Shadowlands?" Basim echoed. The king's eyes however held a story untold, a narrative heavy with trauma.

Choosing to keep his personal story private, especially from someone he'd just met, Anduin simply said, "It's a cautionary tale for another time, one I'm not yet prepared to share." His gaze then drifted to the concealed cave entrance ahead, camouflaged by the wild embrace of vines and moss. With a silent gesture, he invited Basim to follow him further into the depths of his secluded haven.

The cave maintained a moderate temperature, bathed in the serene glow of crystals embedded into its rough-hewn walls, creating a calming ambience within the rugged environment.

Basim's eyes scanned over the king’s humble hideout dotted with an array of books, maps, and rolled up parchments, hinting at ongoing plans and studies. Finding a place at a sturdy wooden table, he settled quietly and watched as Anduin moved about the space.

Moments later, Anduin approached the table, carrying two cups and a jug brimming with something oddly luminescent yet a refreshing sight.

“Shukran,” Basim said with a grateful nod, taking the cup handed to him. The beverage was pure and seemingly blessed with restorative qualities, as though he was drinking from the well of Zamzam, brought an immediate sense of rejuvenation. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, dispelling the lingering fogginess and the oppressive humidity that clung on to him from the island's dense atmosphere. “Aah, it’s been a long time since I’ve tasted water this good.”

Anduin smiled, pleased with Basim's reaction. "The Kal'dorei have a way with nature's gifts," he explained. "It's said to have healing properties, and from what I've seen, I'm inclined to believe it. But each time I take a sip of their sacred water, I can't help but remember the tragedy at Teldrassil, the loss of so many innocent lives..." The king's voice tapered off, the deep-seated sorrows of wars past casting a shadow over his thoughts.

"I have heard about the Burning of Teldrassil," Basim said. "During my time in the Cathedral of Light, I had the honour of meeting the night elven children. Despite everything they've been through, their resilience is extraordinary, unlike anything I've witnessed before."

"Indeed they are," the king replied, his smile returning. And his curiosity was directed towards Basim now. "You know, in my time as an Alliance king, I've had the privilege of meeting people from all walks of life. I pride myself on being able to distinguish an outsider from a native. And you, my mysterious friend, don't strike me as a simple merchant from the 'Far East'.”

Basim’s voice deepened, the mask of Gilgamesh fading, revealing his true self, "You have a sharp eye. It is true that I have disguised myself as a merchant to cover the true purpose of my journey here. A purpose that's greater than myself.”

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