DWOAH: Arthas Menethil vs Anakin Skywalker by Garchompisbeast, literature
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DWOAH: Arthas Menethil vs Anakin Skywalker
Deadliest warriors of all history Arthas Menethil vs Anakin Skywalker The light before the fall Arthas Menethil info: Height: 6 foot 3 Weight: 253lbs Weapons: Light's Vengeance, Frostmourne Strengths: Was once considered to be one of the greatest Heroes to the Alliance before his fall into darkness to become the Lich King, Superhuman strength (Was considered to be one of the strongest Heroes of the Alliance, Effortless slammed open several hundred pound palace door several times his size, Sent Highlord Darion Morgraine flying with a single punch, Can shatter massive chunks of ice with ease, One shot Mal’Ganis with a single swing of Frostmourne), Superhuman durability (Possesses an extreme cold tolerance being unbothered by the cold of the North, Survived Illidain Stormrage’s Immolation Spell, Withstood a full power hit from Uther who had been empowered by the Light), Above peak human speed/Hypersonic reactions (Is incredibly fast for his size, Managed to outmanoeuvre Illidain
Sunlight and shadows moved over the forest floor in shifting patterns. The golden leaves of the trees swayed in the lightest breeze, breathing its way over the wooded landscape. There were clouds in the sky playing cat-and-mouse with the sun, adding to the changing of the shadows and light through the trees. There was a soft silence that pervaded the area. Most animals and birds were in other parts of the eternally vibrant forest, having no reason to come this way for the time being.
In a very small patch of clearing, Rhovin stood absolutely still, his bow in hand, a blunt shaft already nocked and ready to fire, eyes and ears alert to every s
Sweet Distorted Dreams (the Shadow Council Arc) by AranyaVerSarn, literature
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Sweet Distorted Dreams (the Shadow Council Arc)
A hair-raising tingle passed through the air in the shadowed halls where strode Lutero Thorne. Just to the side of him, embers of light winked into existence, swarming and clustering into a shape... and then dissipating to reveal a person. A familiar one at that.
Lutero had only a fraction of a second to react as Aranya collapsed right next to him, nearly hitting the floor but for the fact that he caught her just in time. The air around her reeked of raw fel power. Her breaths were coming in hard and ragged. One of her sleeves had somehow been completely torn away, leaving her whole arm and shoulder bare. Other sections of her robes had been
Silvermoon remained a terribly ironic name for the city of the elves, as the golden sun gleamed on its gilded walls and streets of white and red stone, making it radiant with warm light. A vibrant contrast to the desolation that was now Tirisfal.
Aranya strolled with purpose through the streets from her personal sanctum in the capital city, to the end of Farstrider Square that was partially shaded from the heat of the sun by large red tented banners, some steps above the open training area, which was lined with dummies. The smiths needed such shade - partial as it was, and not entirely effective - to keep from completely succumbing to the he
Aranya sat quietly on a gilded floor, looking out at the stars above Zandalar. She was calm, still, breathing evenly and slow, despite what she was about to do. The arcanist looked down at a beautiful crystal trinket with a crescent within it, a gift from Colpeia’s tribe after she had sent them aid in the wake of Sargeras stabbing his sword into the heart of Silithus and robbing the Tanari illusion-weavers of one of their most sacred places.
It was a gift that later came with wisdom and warnings spoken to her, as she requested training in an illusion so deep, that she could lose conscious control of herself and it would still remain
Congratulations to Halenvar and Aranya!
On Saturday, September 22, the autumn equinox, Arcanist Aranya Ver’Sarn and Captain Halenvar Bloodborne were married in a two-part ceremony, beginning with a Valarjar wedding in the Halls of Valor to receive the blessing of Odyn, followed by duels at the gates (as it would wouldn’t be a Valarjar wedding without some fighting.) The wedding party then moved to Shattrath for the blessing of the sha’tar naaru, and finally adjourned to World’s End Tavern for the reception, where drinks, toasts, dancing, and the traditional bouquet and garter tossing took place.
The newlyweds have no
"The E͜yes h҉ave ̷s̨ęen̵, The Ea͡r̀s͟ havȩ h̴ea̧r̶d,͞ án̶d Th͏e̷ ̶Fir̀şt́ ́may͞ y͘et͞ ͜r̷ȩciȩv̶e i҉t̵s ͘he͜ad͞ st̛àrt. Y͞et ̵The ͟V̢oi̢ce̵ re̶m͏ai͢n̨s̶ s̷i̕le͏n͏t̛. ͏I̧s͜ i͠t ̶m͡ute̕?͠ "
Silent?
No.
Not for the first time, Aranya closed her eyes, covered her long, upright pointed ears, and gritted her teeth.
Screaming.
It wa
The Wreckage of Lordaeron by AranyaVerSarn, literature
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The Wreckage of Lordaeron
The desolation spread as far as any eye could see, or as far as anyone could see with the thick haze of blight gas and smoke swallowing every horizon. Brill was razed, no citizen and no building spared by the Alliance. Lordaeron Keep itself was awash with glowing green toxic mist that refused to lift, the whole city above and below now uninhabitable to both living and undead alike. Between here and there, the broken, smoldering remains of siege towers, glaive throwers, shredders and demolishers, and other machines of war littered the landscape with the myriad bodies of the fallen.
Aranya had taken it all in before alighting on what was left
“Burn it…”
“BURN IT!”
Aranya heard the order given. Looked between those assembled at the shore, as bewildered at first as they. Burn it? Why? What could-?
The order came again. Lady Windrunner was brooking no disobedience.
Then Aranya watched in horror as the fires flew from the catapults on the shore, engulfing the ocean-grown world tree.
“No…” she heard herself say, as if her breath was not her own. As if she’d been punched in the chest.
This was not the plan.
Aranya understood the need for war, the security of the Horde.
This was not the plan.
Aranya understood the