This silly post with Kronk is going to mark a shift in this tumblr. Arandael Bladerunner is still going to be written and his story will still be experienced by myself and those I write with.
The environment, while it is going to be in a WoW setting for the most part, the entirety of it will be done off of the actual game and away from the limitations of what Blizzard currently considers canon as well as the server canon of Wyrmrest Accord. A part of me doesn’t even fully want to consider Aran as a character truly part of the Warcraft universe. He never truly was, he was crafted for a story separate from this game and I’m pulling him as close to his roots as I can among the amazing group I’ll continue playing with.
As such! This tumblr will no longer abide by current canon as storylines develop. This tumblr will be for stories, drabbles, inspiration, and everything else having to do with tumblr. I’ve unfollowed several people from WoW and other blogs I followed. Some were to separate from the drama, others were to clean up my dash.
Either way, I won’t be insulted if you unfollow because in all honesty? While this will be a character and writing tumblr it will no longer be a WoW RP tumblr. But in the next breath if you want to keep reading my writing feel free to keep following.
Thank you. <3
I love my friends, because my guild is much more than just a guild to me. They’re like a family. They have been so accepting and loving to me and my boyfriend. I have no idea what drama has been surrounding them but I know that they have been nothing but honest on a server of liars, backstabbers…
OOC: Vhain, sweetheart, you and the rest of the guild are why we’ve been doing this for so long. The Officers of Sunrunner mucked through anything thrown our way because we adore you guys, the members who made it all worth it.
I’m just glad that the friendships we’ve made in this game, and as a guild will transcend what WoW has to offer us. We all spoke about it, we’ll continue being awesome together because no amount of drama will truly break a part this particular dysfunctional family.
This goes to all those Sunrunners. I love you all. Truly.
OOC: Now there are some situations where I feel like I need to express my thoughts on a few matters. Throughout everything I’ve tried to keep my OOC thoughts from ever clouding tumblr and get in the way of me enjoying this game. However it’s come to the point where I can no longer do that.
Always reblog this undead. Ain’t even going on my Warcraft blog, he’s that rad. Look at him limping along. Look how few fucks he gives.
Aaaaaaand he’s back. That didn’t take long, Awesome Forsaken Guy. Hi, welcome back! Happy Halloween, I love you. <3
Oh yeah, good idea. Halloween reblog! Are you as cool as this forsaken? No, you’re still not.
Murlocs, baaah. Not even an inconvenience.
OOC: In honor of the last six minutes of Halloween. Badass Forsaken Lock.
"Alright, men! Finish getting this camp packed and we’ll be on our way back home in a matter of an hour!"
The words from Aeviry had never been more gratefully received by Arandael as he straightened after finishing fastening the canvas of his tent into a neat roll for transport.
While their training in the Storm Peaks had only been a week in time, the cold had succeeded in fully penetrating Aran’s very bones. It seemed as if with every evenings snowfall, the temperature only kept dropping by a handful of degrees. The sun that peeked out from behind the clouds seemed to slowly give less and less heat until the only thing it provided was light in the dreary landscape. The chill stabbed down straight into his marrow and the nights were no longer for sleep. Every night was reduced to the man huddled beneath his furs and blankets trying to remember what it was to be warm.