vaelyn

Vaelyn gripped her shoulder, attempting to stem the flow of blood from the wound. The tear in the arcane was fading from sight, and with it, the outstretched hand of the huntsman, and his five dogs. She was unable to follow, given the broken concentration of a spear that had easily punctured the reinforced cloth she wore.

The half-elf sorceress was surrounded by nearly six dozen armed men, all whom circled around her like sharks in the water. An armored greave kicked her in the back, sending her crashing to the cold ground in a muted thud, teeth bared in pain as the wind was knocked out of her. The half end of an axe struck her in the back of the skull, jaring her vision, and sending lightning strikes of pain straight into her skull.

She could barely make out the unmistakable sounds of Lady Draygoth’s darker magics, working in conjunction with Venise as they fended off their small army of attackers. She couldn’t worry about them, as the old Dragonslayer could most certainly fend for herself, not to mention her student. She had sent Rory…somewhere, it was a quick teleportation spell but none the less it worked. She’d rather lose herself, than lose him.

Vaelyn fully expected to feel the cold, hungry bite of steel as she laid defenseless upon the floor, but instead, she was merely surrounded and held at spear’s edge. A man could be seen making his way through the crowd of heavily-armored soldiers, but she didn’t have time to give him the pleasure of introduction. She began to summon a fount of arcane from her own sizable reserve, though struggling to keep it hidden from her assailants. They couldn’t know of her intention, and so she focused on the blood spilling from her shoulder, appearing to simply be in pain.

When the suspected leader passed through to be seen, did she release that torrential manastorm of energy, blowing every guard around her back with a sheer wall of force. She conjured a tear in reality just below her, and fell into it. The explosion, was a safeguard to ensure no one could impale her during her frantic escape.

Reality was lost. Slivers of magic that resembled mirrors filled the infinite space of darkness and stars from which she fell into. Each one, a teleportation spell. A doorway, though in the universe, time and location were lost here, when supercharged with Arcane as Vaelyn was. She picked the nearest one, and willed herself to fall into the by-product of conjured Arcane, and inherent ley-line focus.

And thus, she found herself twenty years in the past.

In Stormwind.

Standing across from Captain Bowan Arrow.

“Fuck.”

i love my daddy // vaelyn

Kaelyn was currently at Victor’s apartment. She had lied to her parents and said she was staying with a friend but what her naive parents didn’t know that she was currently in a crop top and underwear while having her arms wrapped around the older man as they watched American Horror Story.