[Story/Screenshot] Character of the Week – Tathariel Evershade

[[ Tathariel was born on January 30, 2006. She was my very first WoW character, though she was initially a Tauren and became Ornasse’s daughter when she was race-changed. This is actually a “fake” Tathariel, one on another server, as the account with her has been unsubscribed for 18 months. So it’s weird to be looking at what’s probably the end of my WoW journey soon when writing about her.

I have no plans to buy the expansion at this time, I won’t say never because they could always add something that I can’t resist. But slightly-recolored existing race skins just aren’t enough to convince me to buy a third expansion in a row that I don’t like. They are doubling down on things I actively dislike — forced faction conflict, artifact grind, mythic+, and I just really dislike the way the lore and game in general are going. Some of my formerly favorite classes are awful to me now, and they have no plans to reverse the class changes made in Legion. I had planned to just run old raids — but then they squished stats so they’re much more difficult now. I’m not sure how much longer I can justify paying every month just to RP. It’s not really about the money, it’s about paying for a game I don’t enjoy anymore. It also stinks that I’ll be stuck in Legion for the foreseeable future, the expansion that killed my love for the game. I do love my characters though, and writing about them, so I don’t know. ]]


Tathariel shivered as she stepped through the deathgate, she could feel the clammy grasp of the air there, even through the portal. A damp and unpleasant smell hung in the air, and dozens of bright blue eyes turned to regard her curiously. She’d been to Acherus once before, but it had been a long time ago. It didn’t seem any less unsettling now, and she was thankful that Jaellynn had worn his armor after all. At first she’d argued against it, worried that the sin’dorei rangers would be afraid of him, or worse, attack him. He ushered her to the balcony, where several of those strange skeletal gryphons waited with empty eyes.

She’d imagined the forests to be bright and colorful, ablaze with red and gold — and they were, until they flew further south, over the black scar that marred the earth. There all the life and color seemed to drain from the land, a dreary grey expanse that stretched as far as Tathariel could see. How could anyone live here? She shivered, holding onto the leather saddle more tightly. Orledin had told Jaellynn where to find the rangers, along the main road to the south. She saw other estates lying below, most of them in disrepair, as hopeless as the forest around them. But a few appeared to have been rebuilt, and some even had people living in them. Tathariel saw what had to be the school, a sprawling old building surrounded by smaller outbuildings, all beneath a shimmering dome. Orledin had said that a kaldorei lived there, but Tathariel couldn’t imagine how she could tolerate the gloom.

The bone gryphon landed with a clatter of bones and shook itself as they dismounted. Jaellynn approached the building first, his hand on his runeblade. He paused in front of an undead that seemed to have been forgotten out here, dressed in dirty and torn clothing. Though he tried to speak with him, the undead made no reply. Perhaps he didn’t speak common, though as a former human he ought to understand it. Orledin, who had emerged from the building by then, explained that the undead wouldn’t be saying much of anything. Tathariel felt anxious about going inside — the entire trip here, Jaellynn kept reminding her that it could be a trap. And she’d left Relanos with their neighbor on the chance that it was. The possibility seemed remote, but it was still there. Orledin told her to wait outside near the practice targets, and he’d send Leinath out. They were made of leather and stuffed with hay, lined up so the rangers could improve their aim. She’d never been a sentinel, but surely they had something similar.

He was short, as all sin’dorei were, his long reddish hair tied back. And he seemed frightened, as if he might startle and bolt at any moment. He wasn’t armed, at least that she could see. Jaellynn lurked nearby, just in case.

“Hello,” Tathariel said, doing her best not to seem scary. “I’m Tathariel, I think Orledin mentioned me?”

Leinath nodded silently. He was watching Jaellynn.

“That’s Jaellynn, he’s a death knight.” She figured that was probably obvious, considering his appearance.

“And you two are–?”

Tathariel nodded. She told him about how they’d met and how she’d been his friend at first, but then she realized it was something more than that. She told him about Relanos and how they’d chosen him from the orphanage. Leinath asked a few questions, but not many. It seemed he was still trying to take everything in.

“Can I write to you if I think of anything else?” he asked.

“Yes, of course. And we’ll be at the ball too — if it’s allowed.”

Leinath smiled, just a little. It was a nice smile, she could see why Orledin was trying so hard to win him over. “That’s not up to me, unfortunately. But there’s another kaldorei there. And a draenei.”

Tathariel nodded, she remembered that Orledin had mentioned that. She still needed to write a letter to the kaldorei teacher, just to calm her own fears. But if the rangers were safe, no doubt the mages were as well. “I’ll see you then,” she said.


[Story] Tathariel’s Journal

A blood elf came into the grove while Jaellynn and Relanos were away fishing. I was a little wary at first, but I thought maybe he’d come from the orphanage to say they had a kaldorei available. But once he got closer I recognized him, he’s a death knight who spoke to Jaellynn before at their gathering place. He didn’t really look like one, aside from the eyes, he dressed in normal clothes just as Jaellynn does most of the time. When he was alive, he used to be a baker, and I agreed that he was an unlikely person to be chosen for this. I might have been a little nervous at first, but he’s quiet and gentle. He wanted to get some advice for dealing with his living friend. Honestly, I don’t know if Jaellynn is really the right person to ask about that. I think it was more my idea than anything, and it took some convincing. But I’m happy for the blood elf — Orledin is his name — and I tried to be helpful. I think it’s important for death knights to try to have as normal of lives as they can now. I know it’s not an easy thing, and there are still a lot of people who won’t accept them living nearby, but any progress is good.

Orledin seemed upset that his friend had got him boots, I don’t know why because I think boots are a very good gift. They’re useful and practical, everyone needs boots. He did also tell me that they danced together at the ball, and they kissed. Orledin said he put some warm water in first so his friend wouldn’t notice the cold as much. I told him I don’t think there’s any point in trying to hide what he is, surely his friend knows and I don’t know how much some water is going to change that. If he’s like me, he’ll probably stop noticing it after a while. Sometimes I still want to offer Jaellynn things to eat or drink — oh, that’s another thing, Orledin brought us cookies. I refuse to believe anyone who brings us cookies could be bad. And they were very good cookies too, Relanos wanted to eat all of them before supper time. Anyway, he seemed to be asking what he should do next, and I suggested that they go somewhere nice together, there must be some nice places in Eversong. Orledin seemed surprised when I told him that we went to Stormwind, while that wasn’t really my idea, it turned out to be a nice trip after all. Orledin said there are troll huts in Eversong, I don’t know if those would be very romantic, but the idea is to spend time together away from other people. They go on their patrol together, which is something, but there are other people there too. And from what Orledin said, it’s not really permitted to kiss or anything like that during patrol. Then Orledin suggested going to the Undercity, which I agreed was a terrible idea. I’m not sure he’s very good at this, and as I said, I doubt Jaellynn will be a great deal of help either.

The most exciting thing is that Orledin said the magic school there often has fancy balls, with lots of food and dancing. He said that there is a kaldorei teacher there, as well as some draenei, and there are a lot of children so Relanos could come too. I’ve never been to a fancy ball, but it sounds really nice. Jaellynn thinks it might be a trap, I doubt that they’d go to all that trouble just to trick us, but I said I would write to the kaldorei there and see what she says. And I’ll write it in Darnassian, so hopefully no blood elves would be able to read it. I definitely didn’t get the idea that Orledin was trying to trick us, though. He doesn’t seem like that kind of person at all. I hope he’ll agree to go, he might feel safer if he’s allowed to wear his armor. I also think it would be a good idea for me to speak to Orledin’s friend if he’s there. He probably has a lot of questions and I could answer them for him. Well, some of them. Things are a little more complicated when it’s two guys, apparently.

I also wonder how Sakia is doing. I haven’t heard from her for a long time. I hope she’s well.

[Story] Hallow’s End

[[ Happy NaNo Eve! Working on getting into practice writing at this time for NaNo. A short Hallow’s End story. ]]

“Mama look,” shouted Relanos. “Mama look, I’m jumping.” The elf boy crawled on top of a boulder with his arms outstretched.

“I’m not sure bears jump,” said Tathariel. “And I need to tie your hood. You’re not a bear yet.”

Relanos bounded over to his mother with his best bear growl as she tied the strings on his hood. In the doorway, Jaellynn frowned faintly. “I still say this isn’t a good idea.”

In truth, her mate was right. Hallow’s End was a holiday to commemorate the forsaken breaking free of the Scourge, coinciding with the humans’ harvest festival. Neither were really appropriate for a young kaldorei. They were losing hold of their own traditions already, there was no need to speed it along with strange human ideas. They’d both agreed to raise Relanos with traditional kaldorei customs — but the moment he’d seen the pumpkins in the glade he’d been obsessed. A day where you wear a costume and collect candy? It was easy to see why children would be enchanted by the idea. Reluctantly, Tathariel had agreed to help Relanos make a costume. At least he wanted to be a bear, which was a good costume in her opinion.

“It’s just one night,” Tathariel reminded Jaellynn. Relanos didn’t understand the meaning of the day or what it stood for. As far as he was concerned, it was about candy and being a bear. “Look how excited he is.” Relanos, now with his bear hood on, was stomping around the house and roaring as he pulled out the cloth bag Tathariel had saved for him.

“I want candy!” roared Relanos.

“That isn’t how you ask,” said Tathariel gently.

“Trick or treat!” roared Relanos.


“Thank you!” roared Relanos.

“Are you coming with?” Tathariel asked Jaellynn. “I think it will be fun.”

“I don’t have a costume,” Jaellynn protested.

“I don’t either. Come on.”

Relanos ran ahead on the path to each of the little houses in the glade, knocking on the door hurriedly at each one. Tathariel worried that they might be irritated by the disruption, but everyone seemed just as excited about the holiday as Relanos. They gave him candies wrapped in paper, apples, cookies, and all manner of treats. Tathariel had to hold the bag so he didn’t eat all of them on the way to the next house. All of the residents knew Relanos, of course; they’d seen him in their yard or playing at the moonwell or fishing with Jaellynn. A handful of tauren children, perhaps relatives of Karnum, were out in costumes as well. Relanos momentarily forgot about his candy and went to play with them while Tathariel held his bag. She took out one of the paper wrapped candies and ate it.

“I guess you were right,” Jaellynn said at last, as they watched Relanos running with the tauren children. One of them was a kodo, and wanted to pretend they were hunting each other.


“He’s having fun.”

“Are you?” asked Tathariel.

He smiled faintly. “Yes.”

[Story] Tathariel’s Journal

We don’t often get visitors in the glade. Father and Kelanori used to come now and then, but they’ve been away aiding the war effort. I’m not sure how I even knew he was there, I just had an odd feeling, I suppose. Everyone must have been staring, because he wasn’t very subtle. It was a death knight — a blood elf one — and he was riding on a skeletal raptor. I wonder if he animated it himself, like Jaellynn did for his gryphon. He must have. I was afraid at first, because I was alone. I knew the tauren would act if he tried to attack me, and I could always change into my bear form, but I didn’t want to have to do that.

I asked why he had come, and he said that he was looking for Jaellynn. Then I was more worried. Was he here on behalf of the blood elves he had killed? Or had he come from the death knight stronghold, and they were here to take him back, or worse? Though he had armor on, I didn’t see any weapon, and he wasn’t making any motions to attack. Of course it can be difficult to tell what a death knight is thinking. Believe me, I know. He explained that he’d spoken to Jaellynn before, at the stronghold. I found that a bit unbelievable, because I know how much he dislikes blood elves. But I suppose he would have to get along there, at least temporarily. The death knight said that he was really a baker, not a death knight, and he’d brought cookies for Relanos and I. Well, he said for Jaellynn’s mate and son. So either he really did speak to Jaellynn, or he’d spoken to someone who knew him. That didn’t explain how he found our house. Evidently they have records of all of the death knights there, and he’d just looked it up. That’s a little unsettling.

Finally he told me the real reason he’d come: there was an elf he liked and he is living. He wanted Jaellynn’s advice in that area, I am guessing. I am not sure if he’s the best person to ask. For one, I don’t think he even considered the idea before I brought it up, and even then I think it took some convincing. The fact that this blood elf is interested at all is a good sign though, I think. I didn’t know how to explain the strange people in Darnassus. I told the blood elf that we’d met in Darnassus and we were studying together. I also told him about the orcs. I don’t think he’d be allowed to kill orcs, and it probably wouldn’t impress a blood elf so much. Maybe trolls though, I don’t really know how blood elves think. Mostly I said he should just get to know him as a person, do ordinary things like ordinary people do — as much as he can, at least. It will help him see the death knight as just a person and not a dead person. It does take time though. I hope it works out for him. I’ll have to ask Jaellynn if he knows him and can check up on him later.

I also asked about Sakia. I haven’t seen her for a long time, and I don’t know if she was sent to fight or not. I don’t think she would enjoy it very much if she was. I enjoyed going to the shops with her, and I wonder about her sometimes. Unfortunately, the blood elf didn’t know her. I also think about talking to that alive blood elf in case he wants some advice or something. There must be others out there in my situation.

The cookies were very good. I ate a few, and let Relanos have the rest. He was delighted.

[Story] Tathariel’s Journal

I didn’t get one of the letters from the Circle. I can understand why, I’ve only been studying for a little over a decade, nothing compared to most druids. Like Father. But I heard about what was happening, obviously, and I wanted to do whatever I can. I know that Relanos would be safe with Jaellynn, and I’d worry but I know he’s more than capable of keeping them both out of harm. I expected that he’d make a fuss about it, and tell me I couldn’t go, but he didn’t. He just said that he thought I wanted to go get another kaldorei child from the orphanage. Or maybe he did mean to make me stay, because it stopped me in my tracks. I do want that, very much, I’ve wanted it for years. And surely there are a lot of children without parents if the Legion is invading. But maybe it’s not the best time to bring one home. I worry constantly about the safety of the Grove. I know Jaellynn is here, and the tauren, and I believe it would be for the best that I stay here and keep it safe too. It is our home, and there are no large towns or soldiers here to protect it.

I suspect that my father might have spoken to Jaellynn about it, too. I know he worries and still thinks of me as a child, even though I have one of my own. I’m sure he said it was too dangerous and I have to stay behind, like I did before. Part of me wants to go anyway, just to prove him wrong, to show that I can do whatever I wish — but I think deep down I know he’s right. Not that I am not strong enough, but that I’m more useful here protecting the Grove. I will wait and see what happens. Jaellynn went one night to the death knight fortress. There was a call sent out to all of them as well, not a letter but it spoke directly to them. I think that would be a bit unsettling. He went, only to tell them that he’d be remaining in Desolace. I’m glad he wasn’t forced to go somewhere else. Maybe they can’t be forced anymore, and that’s good.

Father plans to go, of course. I don’t know yet whether Kelanori and Farahlor will go with him. Feathermoon is a large settlement, well protected by the sentinels. I wouldn’t worry about either of them staying behind, but I will likely go and check on them if they stay there, just in case. It isn’t a very far flight, but I’ll have to take a hippogryph if Relanos is with me. He doesn’t understand any of what’s going on, and I don’t want him to. It’s much too scary for a little person. It’s scary even for me, if I think about it too long. He plays with his toys and searches for frogs along the banks just as if it were any other day. Would it be wrong to just go and see if they have any available? There must be a lot now.

[Story] The Letter

[[ Sorry this is short and lame, I’d meant to do some nice stuff for Father’s Day but it’s really difficult with kids here all day D: ]]

Tathariel took the letter curiously from the Tauren. She wasn’t expecting any mail. Was it from her father? A glance at the delicate script told her that couldn’t be the case. Kelanori, then? But she couldn’t imagine why the priestess would be writing to her. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the address. Darnassus. Now she knew who it was from, it had to be. Months ago, she had flown to Darnassus to see about adopting another child. Of course she loved Relanos, but he was big enough to have a little sibling. And she wanted a girl, she had to admit, someone she could dress in pretty robes and put ribbons in her hair. Granted, Jaellynn would let her braid his hair, but it wasn’t exactly the same.

The letter didn’t say whether there were any girls, only that some orphans were “available”. She’d go as soon as the sun began to set, but it was hours until then. It seemed impossible to wait that long. A few days ago, she’d helped Relanos press his hands into some clay. It was meant to be a gift for Jaellynn, a sort of keepsake, but Relanos had pressed little handprints all over it, not just in the center. Still, she hoped he would like it. Carefully she had etched Relanos’s name in the clay and allowed it to dry in the sun.

He seemed less excited about the letter than she was, but it was always difficult to tell with him. His emotions were subdued, greyed out; still more than others like him, Tathariel guessed, but starkly different from most living people. Tathariel was anxious about asking him to accompany her to Darnassus, there might be some who still recognized him there. She couldn’t very well go alone, most wouldn’t give a child away to a single parent, even orphans who needed homes. They did have the papers from the orphanage in Shattrath, though, and could bring Relanos along to demonstrate that he was healthy and well. Jaellynn would just have to be cautious. He suggested wearing a hooded cloak, but she thought it might look a bit suspicious. Hopefully it would be dark enough and the priestesses wouldn’t ask too many questions.

And she hoped there was a little girl. What would she look like? Would she like fishing or watering flowers, or would she prefer catching frogs and playing in the mud? Or maybe it would be an older girl, already talking and with her own personality. Tathariel thought that would be okay too, though she might find it more difficult to accept her new father. And would he accept her? Getting another child had been all her idea, she was the one who brought it up. He said they had Relanos already, maybe he didn’t really want any more? She was certain that he’d change his mind once she was home with them.

[Art] Happy Birthday!


Today is Kazta, my Trooper’s fourth birthday! She was not my first SWTOR character — that would be the Twi’lek siblings, Zamarra and Malavar. But she instantly became my favorite, I loved everything about her: the storyline, her voice actor, her armor, her companions, and of course the gameplay. In a way she’s spoiled me because I compare all other MMO classes to her and most can’t measure up!

Later this month (January 30) is my 10th WoW anniversary as well. Tathariel is not my main, but she is my very first character and the one I first explored most of the world with. She was originally a Tauren, but got a faction change some years back and became Ornasse’s daughter. Druid is still my favorite class!