Objective Complete: The Great Revision

Only more than a year since I first announced this effort, the Great Revision is now officially complete!

What is the Great Revision?

The Great Revision effort started in response to me reading over Keelath and Mirium’s various adventures and finding it to be a snarly mess. There were several different versions of them reuniting since Keelath became undead, them breaking up, them coming back together, them breaking up again, and them reassuring each other over various other dramas in the family, most notably Tyrric’s. The Great Revision was also sorely needed after Tyrdan was retooled to be Tyrric, Lellith’s role was swapped out for Alelsa, and Lellith herself got yet another role in the Sunwalker story, which has not yet been revealed.

Most of the work involved editing down existing posts into writing less cringey, as well as reorganizing the ordering of scenes. Some posts switched their places between series and stand-alones as well.

What’s the plan from here?

Oh, I dunno. Filling in some gaps between series still needs to be done, but once that is complete, how about retooling all these adventures to Talmenor and publishing them as an official short story collection? It has certainly crossed my mind…

That’s a lot of writing! Is there a reading list somewhere?

Yes! Though the Sunwalker chronicle only remains half complete overall, below is the canonical ordering of what posts go where, as well as a few outlines for what happens in the gaps between series. Spoiler alerts! Continue reading “Objective Complete: The Great Revision”

A Darkmoon Reading

The final piece to be cut out of “Brothers Apart”, this scene really deserved to be a stand-alone all along. Keelath was given a tarot card reading at the Darkmoon Faire during a Summer Festival roleplay event, which left him chewing on whether he needed to use a lighter touch in his relationship with Mirium. His worries didn’t come out of nowhere: at the time, Mirium was suffering from a mental intrusion by Talthan, via a mind control spell that caused her to see Keelath as an enemy. Since this is nowhere else referenced, this piece didn’t really belong in “Brothers Apart”. I think I originally put it there as it showed how Keelath and Tyrric’s brotherhood was on the mend.

Author’s Note

The cottage was dark when Keelath made it home from the Faire. Mirium was sleeping–of course she was sleeping. It was past moonset, and at this time of month, that happened only hours before dawn.

Keelath dismounted, letting the ghost of his bonesteed drift away, back to wherever such undead creatures lurked until they were called again. He let himself pause to listen to the nightly sounds: crickets, a muffled stamp from the stables, water trickling some distance away from the brook, the cloud of humming from the frogs living near a pond Tyrric had left behind when he had dredged the grounds of Dawnmist from the swamp that had given them its name. Joining those sounds now was a crackling buzz from the new wards Lithliana was helping to lay around the manor, since Haljek had gone. The buzz would fade once the wards were fully up, she had said, but that would take another few days.

He edged up on the cottage. Mirium couldn’t stand his presence at the moment, shrinking away anytime she caught sight of him. He knew it was Talthan’s doing, not a reflection of her honest thoughts about him, but it still hurt. One never appreciated what they had before it was taken away… Continue reading “A Darkmoon Reading”

Dear Estormo

Though this scene was briefly found in the “Brother Apart” series, due to the revelation Tyrric comes upon, it was originally written to be a stand-alone piece. After the Great Revision, it is back to being a stand-alone, though I might eventually rewrite pieces of it to slot into “Tyrric’s Madness” as part of the chronicle of Tyrric’s recovery from Void corruption.

Until then, this scene describes the aftermath of a roleplay session, in which Keelath was rude to Estormo while he was sulking at a tavern event.

Author’s Note Continue reading “Dear Estormo”

Deleted Scene: Meditation Application

This was originally slotted in with “Brothers Apart”, to help provide contrast for how Tyrric treats his wife vs. how Keelath treats his. At one point of time, it was also meant to depict how Keelath learned how to beat his bloodlust problem, by realizing it’s all in his head, but I didn’t feel like it carried the right weight or came at the right time in this couple’s journey, so here the post now stands in the Deleted Scenes pile.

Author’s Note

She focused on her breath. Beside her, Keelath’s breaths rattled almost in time with hers. Though the death knight didn’t need to breathe, the priest guiding their meditation had recommended it, and so Keelath dutifully did his best. Continue reading “Deleted Scene: Meditation Application”

Deleted Scene: Mirium’s Exile

This was originally part of the “Brothers Apart” series. It always felt a bit ungainly to me, as it was describing the aftermath of a bit of roleplay that had gone on in-game. So, as part of the Great Revision, I’ve cut it out and instead put it here.

Author’s Note

When Tyrric announced his choice to exile Mirium for helping an agent of Sylvanas, the impact of Keelath’s anger almost swept his sanity away. He had a vague sensation of being able to lie down inside the wave, to let what violence that would happen, happen, and then there would be no one left to blame.

Then with an effort, he was back again. He was Keelath, ex-paladin, not Keelath, undead monster. He wouldn’t give in to the bloodlust. Not now. Continue reading “Deleted Scene: Mirium’s Exile”

The Rise of Keelath, Part Five

I couldn’t decipher how much of the reports of Evelos’ Shadow corruption was coming from Tyrric’s own madness or was true, and I was unable to investigate for as long as he lived in Stormwind. The urgency to act before my memories slipped from me entirely was becoming more frantic. Mirium still lived, or at least I had heard no news to the contrary. Dark rumors regarding her and a failed marriage to a cruel magister was surfacing in Silvermoon.

While Evelos looked after his pregnant lover and Tyrric tried in vain to beget the same condition in Alelsa, I knew it would have to be my duty to find Mirium. I try not to be resentful, but it was hard not to see his foolishness as the result of Alelsa’s manipulations. Continue reading “The Rise of Keelath, Part Five”

Son of Silvermoon, Part Six

It’s intended that you can’t tell what really killed Croatius’ mother, just as you can’t tell what really killed his father.

Author’s Note

He looked up at the manor front. It seemed smaller now than when he had been a child, as if he had grown or, perhaps, it had shrunk. The gates were twisted as if someone had rammed them with a siege engine, but they had ultimately stood against the Scourge’s assault. Croatius put a hand to them, and they instantly sprung open, still responding to his blood even though he hadn’t been to this place in centuries. Continue reading “Son of Silvermoon, Part Six”

Son of Silvermoon, Part Five

Croatius searched frantically for the flints in his father’s blue eyes, the pieces of madness that would spark and burn at the slightest provocation.

“Croatius. Don’t Argue. Just go.”


Author’s Note

“I made it for you, Father. For the holiday.”

Croatius cautiously pushed the little card onto his father’s desk. The quel’dorei stared at the boy from across the polished, black surface, his icy blue eyes full of impatience. Did Croatius see a little stir in there of something else? Not of fondness, or he dared not to hope it. Almost… recognition.

Recognition of what?

“Merry Winter’s Veil,” Croatius said with a dry voice, trying to put a bit of cheer into it, but the attempt fell flat. Continue reading “Son of Silvermoon, Part Five”

Son of Silvermoon, Part Four

“Thank you for coming so swiftly, Magister Runefire. The master understands how little you like being disrupted from your work–“

“Be quiet,” Croatius said sourly. “I want to see him now.”

The squire bowed and led Croatius deeper into the Blood Knight Enclave. They passed through several gauzy curtains, and Croatius felt by the shiver that passed over his skin that they were enchanted against intrusion. As they fell behind him, he knew that, while he could see out through the thin fabric, back towards the public quarters, no one could see in.

The squire’s pace quickened as they went down some stairs and turned a sharp corner. Containment cells lined this hall, many now occupied. Croatius didn’t even jump as one of the Wretched bounced off the invisible wall separating it from its visitors. Croatius couldn’t even tell its sex, its state of magical decay was so advanced. He scowled at the mindless monster, his own thoughts wandering…

“This cell, sir,” said the squire.

Croatius shook himself irritably and came to stand next to the squire, peering through the distortion of the ward. Evelos was inside, his wrists held tight together by a silver chain that dampened his magic and kept him tranquil. Still, the quel’dorei’s eyes opened as Croatius drew nearer, and the two once-friends stared at each other. Continue reading “Son of Silvermoon, Part Four”

The Rise of Keelath, Part Six

This originated as a snippet of Keelath’s thoughts when Tyrdan started dating Lellith in an ingame roleplay of World of Warcraft. A few minor details have changed now that Tyrdan is Tyrric and Alelsa is Lellith (with Lellith gaining another role in the Sunwalker story), so this post has seen a facelift, too.

–and now make that two facelifts, with the expansion of The Rise of Keelath story.

Author’s Note

I consumed a tuskarr who had crossed my path. I have not fed for a few days. As ever, it is a whiplash inside me. The rush, the sweetness, the sharp crack of another piece of my spirit.

My memories are fading faster now. I never realized how much emotion is tied to them. I keep on the search for Mirium—Tyrric does not understand my haste. Once my memories are gone, only Mirium’s safety being my duty will keep me on the trail, if another duty does not override it first. I want to hold her in my arms one more time while I still can love her. That may never come to pass.

I rode away from Dawnmist tonight. My head is a bit full. I felt angry at my brother, but mostly just sad.

I am losing him. I cannot accept his choice of mate. Maybe it is hypocritical, but a woman who employs dark magic willingly is not someone I can like. Nor do I think much of her work ethic. I don’t fear for Tyrric—in most ways he can take care of himself, and in all others… He was been warned: he chose not to heed.

I think he believes me outdated in this. I do not see true values as ever outdating. I have suffered enough being forced to go against my own conscience already; I will not subject myself to more by condoning this.

I wonder too, at the title and the manor. I could not take them back without some major trouble with the magistrates or my brother. I do not think that battle necessary yet. Maybe ever. I do not think much of my brother’s work ethic either, but it will suffice.

I fought with Tyrric this night. He has been sneaking back to Silvermoon, not to rest from our search, but to dally with his whore. I fed afterward for relief, and shortly again before I spoke to him tonight, in case the drive to kill became too great and I found him on my sword.

Memories of my brother are also fading with each whiplash of the kill. I would be more upset if it weren’t for our upheaval. Instead I see it with relief, and some regret. We won’t be mended before I will be laying him to rest with the last of my memories. And then?

Only my loyalty to my liege lady will remain. It will hurt him. He will not understand. There was never any other fate.

I felt a release on leaving Silvermoon. I am not to go back there, I think.

Off the boat in Northrend, I hunted. There are humans in these woods, who still resist the Dark Lady’s call. They will nourish me before they serve her.

My purpose blooms inside me with each kill. I am Forsaken. This is the burden we all bear—the hunger, the separation of family, the double standard of our morals. I knew the memories returning would be but a short respite from this fate. …perhaps, a distraction.

My lady grows impatient. Maybe my brother will be right in believing Mirium can take care of herself. My lady’s plans will not wait much longer.

But I still have my duty here yet to fulfill. To Mirium. While I still remember, nothing will override that loyalty. I must find her and see her home safely.