Fhaliona

Fhaliona
Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2020-10-01 21:54:00

A Small Gift

It had been a few months since the last time Fhaliona had visited the island of Tol Barad, but not much had changed. The docks were bustling; the villagers going about their business of buying, selling, and trading; visitors making their way from the boats to the inn and tavern to sample the renowned food and drink. She passed several with a slight nod, ignoring the concerned stares and whispers at her corrupted appearance and focusing as much attention as she could at blocking the demonic eye on her forehead from sharing its gaze to its master.

Fhal's gold-shod hooves clacked on the stone pathway leading up to the house where her goddaughter and three fathers lived. She gently placed a small iron-bound trunk on the doorstep and tucked a...

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Fhaliona
Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2020-09-23 20:10:00

Fall to Madness, pt 1

Look! Even your precious Light is not immune to corruption. The Black Empire will rise again, and all of Azeroth will bend the knee to Madness!”


The searing pain left Fhaliona's mind as the world began to reappear through the veil of darkness that had overtaken her vision. She shook her head with a growl, flinging sweat from her brow. N'Zoth's visions had become more vivid and frequent ever since the eyeball attached to her forehead had opened. She'd been able to keep all but the worst visions at bay with her innate holy power until then, but now was a different story. The battle against the forces of insanity and chaos invading the world had taken it's toll. Void energy pulsed through her golden tattoos, and she now covered the...

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Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2019-04-14 22:33:00

Mission Critical, pt 3

When the unlikely trio returned to camp, word of their attack had already spread like wildfire. The baby was left with the medics while Dizarak and Fhaliona headed to the barracks for debriefing. The void male went first, while the Lightforged paced outside pondering exactly how much threatening she'd have to do to ensure he got his way. Once he was finished, Diz emerged and shot a look of disappointment toward Fhaliona. Of course they said no. The herald poked his head out through the doorway and paled at the look on her face as she marched up to the building, not needing to be ushered in. The council had been arguing and seemed in a foul enough mood. She would have to tread carefully.


The Human spoke first. “We have already...

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Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2019-04-14 21:14:00

Mission Critical, pt 2


The trail the young woman and the guards had made was not hard to follow, but the scene that unfolded took Fhaliona by surprise. Both guards were dead, poisoned daggers protruding from their backs between plates or armor. Fhaliona smiled slightly at this; there was a reason she'd chosen Diz as her battle buddy, he was nothing if not skilled. The woman lay motionless in a small pool of blood. Diz sat off to the side with the small bundle in his lap, staring down at it with his head in his hands. Fhaliona silently walked up beside him, peering down into the blanket and meeting a pair of large eyes and a tangle of blue hair. “Oh.... oh no.... no no no....”


Diz looked up at the almost whisper. “What are we going to do with a...

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Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2019-04-13 21:46:00

Mission Critical, pt 1

Fhaliona leapt from the wagon as soon as it stopped, eyes scanning the war camp for the commanders' tents. After checking in, she found her gear already unloaded and a few squires standing ready, unwilling to meet her gaze. “Hero of Darkshore”. There are plenty of those. These boys act like they've never seen a hardened soldier before. She turned to the closest one as he squirmed. “Where's the furthest tent from here? I need my beauty sleep.” He pointed toward the east side of camp and they all scrambled to pick up the cots, bedrolls, and packs of personal supplies. May as well get things ready before Diz gets here. Making their way through the camp. Fhaliona caught the usual stares and whispers, but ignored them as the squires...

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Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2018-08-13 00:50:00

Den of the Enemy

“This armor does not fit properly,” Fhaliona complained to the Dwarf beside her, tugging at the neck with a gloved hand and making an exasperated face. “How am I supposed to fight when I don't have range of motion?”

The Dark Iron peered up at her with a chuckle. “Yer not goin' tae be fightin'. We're jus' goin' tae talk tae 'im, ye ken?” Moraghlioda turned her eyes down to the Lightforged's leg. “Yer not s'posed tae strain that anywho, jus' walkin' an' exercisin' it. And yer proper armor needs repairin'.”


“Yeah, yeah, more 'stay out of trouble',” the warrior sighed. “I swear everyone thinks I actually have a death wish.” She picked at the armor again and spoke more softly. “Do you really think this is going...

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Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2018-08-12 04:23:00

Wounded Pride

The unknown paladin swiftly but carefully took the warrior back to the medic camp outside the city walls. Fhaliona would have complained had she not blacked out from blood loss. Her colleagues who were assisting the wounded took in the new casualty with shock. The large Lightforged from the war camp rushed over. “What happened?!”


The Human paladin set Fhaliona down gently and scoffed, “This idiot tried to take on Saurfang alone. She's lucky she made it out with only a leg wound.”

“Dear Light,” the Draenei muttered just barely under his breath, scooping Fhaliona up and taking her to the nearest medic while the Human returned to the battle. He would scold her later when she'd regained consciousness. A Dwarven medic...

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Fhaliona @fhaliona#200
2018-08-10 06:10:00

Before the Storm

The Lightforged woke well before dawn. She had not slept much the eve before their march, but this was normal for one haunted by the things she'd seen and done. At least today, the spirits and voices of the past would be kept silent. She began pulling on her clothing, first linen and then layers of leather that protected her skin from the heavy plate. She drew back the tent flap and took one last deep breath of fresh air. There was a very large chance she would not make it out of this battle alive; a deep sense of foreboding told Fhaliona that the Warchief once again had something up her sleeve.


“Endal no Talah,” a Kaldorei addressed her with some reverence as she exited the tent. Fhaliona regarded the Elf with a nod and made her...

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