Sealed Letter to Lord Sunrunner

This letter is written on fine parchment, in response to Aeviry’s missive. The Champion’s handwriting is as impeccable as ever, although her signature seems to be the slightest bit shaky. The letter is otherwise brief.

Lord Sunrunner, 

I’m certain that you have many stories to tell, as I hear you’ve grown into Lord of your very own house, these days. To me, you will always be my younger brother. I am eager to meet with you, although I am leading a field mission into Terokkar Forest tomorrow. If you are feeling adventurous, my men will be stationed in Shattrath City for a night before returning home.

You can find me at the World’s End Tavern. 

Signed, 

Dawnblade

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I get goosebumps when i hear him sing this! <3 Please reblog this. This is an amazing the best. rockish. cover. Of this song <3

Hotel Utah & Beyond!

There are only so many ways you can say thank you, so I will do my best. Thank you to everyone who came out to the show last night, and to Sunrunners, Briertone, and Please Do Not Fight for playing with us! It’s great to see good bands getting all your support. Also a big thank you to the sound guy Vince, and the rest of the staff at Hotel Utah who were very kind to us. If anyone has pictures or video of the night, please be sure to send it our way. We love to share.

More to come from Briertone, Picture Atlantic, and Please Do Not Fight later tonight at our super top secret acoustic house show with Rin Tin Tiger. See some of you there!

-N

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Artists UnderaWare: Turn Me On Dead, Sunrunners & Wander


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         Everyday new bands and artists are popping up everywhere and we know it’s hard to keep up with which one deserve your time.   We’ve decided to make it easier for you.  Every week we’ll introduce you to great up & coming artists from the Bay Area. We do all the hours of listening and searching so you can just sit back and enjoy the talent that is brewing all over the Bay Area. 

 



        San Jose’s Turn Me On Dead bring an exciting mix of electro/dance and rock that is heavily influenced by 80’s music. Their debut EP, Birth is filled with melodies, hooks and pure fun.  This band not only brings it on their album, but also with their live shows. Singer Rick Alexander brings tons of energy in his live performances and you’re always in for a treat when you see them. If you don’t feel the urge to move to their music you might want to check that you have a pulse. The entire band gives you everything they got and you can’t help but reciprocate that energy with their infectious music. Check out their songs, “Happi Face” & “All Things Fade”. Also check out an interview we did we them last year and get to know them better. You can catch their next show for free at The Blank Club in San Jose on February 12th. For more info click here.

 



        San Francisco indie rock band, Sunrunners use pop driven pianos, melodic guitar lines and calming vocals to create a musical haze that makes you feel as if you’re dreaming. You know that dream that’s so great that you don’t want to wake up from it. This band has lots of promise and it will be fun to watch them grow. We expect this band to make some noise not only here in the Bay Area but everywhere. Take a listen to their self titled album, and make sure to check out the songs, “The Writer”, “Save Everybody” and “Stars and Colors”. The latter is free for download on their site. Get on the train early and enjoy the ride with these guys because it just may never stop.

 



        San Leandro’s, Wander are what most post-rock bands strive to be. This band is somehow able to translate the full range of emotions without a single word, just with their instruments. Excitement, fear, pain, anger and love just permeate out of their amps and drums. If our lives were a soundtrack, Wander would be the conductors to it. Feel alive and listen to these guys now. They have a show coming up Feb. 27th in Berkeley and the info is here. You can download their latest album, “Mourning” for free here. Make sure to take in the tracks, “Oblivion”, “Valor” and “Alpha Space”, which is available on their previous EP, “Short Story Collection”. Enjoy the emotional musical roller coaster that is Wander!

There was no sound except the gentle ticking of the clock in his solar as the ebon-haired lord shut the door to his private quarters. Arandael’s emerald gaze slowly lighted upon the familiar surroundings, his lips turned into a faint smile as he reveled in these silent moments.

Ever since returning, he had been constantly moving, and working. Even given those days of rest, Aran couldn’t bring himself to relax. Too much needed doing, too much to think on, too much to worry about.

He promised himself each night since the return that he would spare the next day to reflect, to relax, to indulge in the pleasures of home. It took the night the templar and the guard was returned active duty for Aran to do as he had promised himself.

The man’s eyes closed for a several moments before he began to move into the room. The clang and rustle of armor, chain, and clasps disturbed the peace of the chambers as the elf tugged and unlatched the separate pieces of black and gold plate. The pauldrons were the first to fall, and the man groaned as they clattered onto the stonework.

Turning, his brow arched as he stared down at where the armor rested, as if this act would make them rise up and move to where they belonged. His pauldrons, Aran thought in resignation after nearly a minute had passed, held no such magic and power.

Heaving a sigh, the lord bent and picked up his fallen armor. Striding toward the armor stand at the far side of the room, he began to appropriately disrobe. Armor was placed in its meticulous place, his attention slipping away from the monotonous task at hand.

He found himself at a road that he would have never seen himself in not even two years ago. Only a few hours ago he had willingly, and eagerly bended knee to his cousin. Aran had claimed his birthright to the Bladerunner name and with it, his former bond and fealty to House Sunrunner.

Moments ago, he had been freed of that oath, of those bindings. Yet still, his thoughts fell not to ideas of autonomy, or a hunger for power. His thoughts instead turned to a need to serve this man he once hated to call kin.

Setting the last piece of armor onto the stand, the man stripped off his rash-guard and underclothes while turning toward his bedchamber. The man’s eyes closed in pleasure as the cool night air gently whispered over his bared flesh when he stepped into the chamber. The silk curtains across the room danced lightly from the breeze that slipped through the opened window.

Arandael’s steps took him to the small table next to the window. Atop it rested a decanter of his favorite whiskey. His head buzzed from his drink earlier, but his musings of indulgence took over. Throwing himself into his chair, the man poured the amber liquid into the glass that rested next to the crystal bottle. His green gaze locked upon the glass. As he placed the decanter lightly back upon the wooden table, he stared at the glass for several long moments with his thoughts continuing to linger.

That moment as he looked into the eyes of his cousin and swore himself as vassal, was not only a moment of loyalty, and familial love, but it also was the most freeing moment that Aran had ever experienced. As the lord picked up his glass and lightly sloshed the whiskey around within, a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He released himself from the ambition that was driving him to self-destruction. He was released from the clawing desperation to prove himself.

Here he sat. A lord, a sworn templar, a friend to some, and a man that he knew Aeviry was glad to call kin. What more did he have to prove to anyone? He needed no ones validation, no ones approval. He would rise from where he stood. He would become great, and he wouldn’t allow self-doubt to cripple him anymore.

Letting a sigh billow gently pass his lips, the man lifted his glass to his lips and drained it of its contents. “Long live Aeviry Sunrunner. The man who saved me from myself.” He murmured to himself before laughter bubbled in his chest and shook his form. “Light save me. I’m glad I didn’t say that in my oath.” Arandael shook his head as he leaned back in his chair and swung his feet up onto the tabletop. “I’d never live it down.”

2

A year to the day.

The months had passed without much notice. His letters arrived and their supplies went out. She trusted in his word, and left to fate the outcome. 

On this night Avaleira stood among her entourage, a gathering of servants, honor guard and individual staff to receive them. She waited for their return. With the wind in their favor she saw the golden sails blanketing the horizon before nightfall, and the familiar colors of the Sunrunner crest marching out onto shore. They moved slowly, few in number. Fewer than had left, but just as many as promised. 

Aeviry slowed to a stop, his eyes locked to her own. He exhaled smoothly through his nose. “Sunrunner Templar, present arms to the Lady Dawnsong!”

They laid their weapons at her feet, an order ushered from his lips only once before.

Bladerunner, Screamshot, Furserth, Amberdawn, Nar’Kerym, Sunrunner. Six faces she knew among the dozen who stood before her.

Aeviry lifted his chin as well as his voice, a smile on his lips. “My Lady, it is with great pride that I present to you the finest soldiers that the Sin’dorei have ever seen.” He held her gaze for a moment longer before kneeling himself, blade placed to the ground before him.

"You have honored your oaths," Avaleira began, "To Quel’thalas, and to your Lord. The courage of our people is embodied through your actions, and our trust is not wasted on you." Avaleira lifted her hands palm up. "You have come far, Templars, but a long road lays at your feet. Serve with honor, loyalty and sacrifice, and together we will restore Quel’thalas to glory."

I colored it, I still have an odd way of coloring. But it works I guess. 
I tried something new with the sword, soo that was different. 

Character: Adiana Sunrunner
Character and Art: xatasha

marky-marxist - DID I DO DAL’S SWORD GOOD?! 


EDIT:

Seeing how I have a few anon hate for the use of the in game model of a  sword. 

(Using Quel’delar’s Model)   The weapon is named Rend’Fin. The very Oathblade of her Husband to his Oathsister: Jaedeen. Adiana has decided that she would bare the weight of the blade upon herself. The Blade would appear on her form wrapped in loose leathers and Cloths around areas of the sword. Refusing to bring it to the Sunwell to purify the saronite. Keeping it just the way it is till the day he would return… she hopes.

From her Wiki page: Adiana Sunrunner

He was Lord Aeviry Sunrunner and as I stood there in the waning light of dusk, I was truly proud to be standing here. These men, whom I’ve learned to call brother, surround me and in this moment; I am happy. My insides swirled with nervousness, though not because of what I was about to do, but because I wanted it to be perfect for him so he knew how truly blessed I am to be here. And as Sairys finished his oath and looked back at me to offer a nod, I stepped around him to kneel in front of Aeviry.  Upon removing my sword, I placed it at his feet and took Kaveen’s advice; I spoke from my heart.

"All that I am, and all that my future holds, will be yours my Lord. My actions, thoughts, and views will be offered in your service until you release me or my heart stops beating. Please accept this as my oath to you, Lord Sunrunner. I am yours."

After I was finished, I took a deep breath, certain that he could hear the echo of my pounding heart. I never took my eyes from him, because truth must only be spoken when looking someone in the eye. And the smile he presented me with was one I hadn’t seen in some time. It was genuine and filled with fondness and I couldn’t help the smile I gave in response. One filled with joy and acceptance. And when he finally spoke, his tones were much lower than they had been with the other men, but his words were strong.

 ”I would have it no other way, Saphrael. Rise, and know that for as long as you have my back, I’ll have yours.”

Arandael steps forward as he draws his own blade from his back. Setting the tip into the stone, the dark-haired lord slides into a kneel, his green gaze locking with Aeviry’s for a brief moment before dipping to the stone work. Pressing his right fist to the left side of his chest, the man’s lips part to speak. “My lord, my cousin, my kin. We met on less then amiable terms and from the fires of that strife I found in you a brother that I never had. I bend my knee and swear myself, House Bladerunner, all of the resources, strength, and power that my name bears to serve your name and your will. I serve you until I draw my final breath and my family after me will carry this oath even after my death. I am yours, my lord.”


Aeviry again nods. “Rise, Lord Bladerunner. I am happy to serve at your side, as always.”

Arandael raises to his feet as he places his sword back in his sheath. “It will always be my pleasure, my brother.” He bows his head and steps back into line.

"Shall we wake him, Lady Dawnsong?"

Avaleira idly thumbed the handle of her teacup. “Not yet, not until noon,” she said. “Then you may wake him.”

"As you say, my Lady." The young maidens of the Sunrunner staff bowed their heads lowly.

"Bring me my charts, the ones I left in the library," Avaleira instructed. "And an ink well."

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