A Collection of Characters

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[ronweasley]

[lumiant]

[sputniksea]

[basalt-dnd]

100 simple magical items, ranging from common to uncommon. In general, their cost can be higher than what it says on the sheet (about as much as 500 gp, for more powerful objects). They are intentionally vague at times, so that the DM can fill in whatever details are appropriate. 

[coldlongpromises]

@vinarei  @greenapplesprite magical item inspo!!!

[ashadowstone]

[wnq-quotes]

She doesn’t want to reveal jealousy or even interest, though she suddenly realizes that she feels both.

Margaret Atwood, Bodily Harm

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[adrenaline]

by kersti__k

[tackled]

[lionsragereavers]

[WRA-A] LIONSRAGE REAVERS IS RECRUITING!

We would like to expand our guild by a handful of members following its recent founding in order to progress toward our pre-BFA goals.

THE PREMISE

Built from the ashes of the Alliance-affiliated cross between a mercenary band and a Northern Kingdoms militia, the Lionsrage Reavers has a particular focus on mercenary work this time around. We operate as an Alliance-serving band of mercenaries willing to take any job provided, so long as it pays enough gold. The gold is then used to further our characters’ individual agendas through things like creating bases or focusing on particular locations in Azeroth befitting to their desires.

ABOUT US

OOCly, we want to focus on bettering our writing and creating fantastic stories, not only through our individual characters but on a grander more collaborative scale. All the while, of course, we want to explore the depths of Warcraft lore and explore new content provided to us in an in-character way.

Lawful neutral mercenary band with a focus on building individual character progression through larger plotlines and collaborative character arcs. We do a variety of contracts - some DM’d events and others simply tasks to be done by smaller groups when desired. We are looking for non-guild individuals for certain roles too.

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[geraldcreed]

The large poster was plastered near the wall of the Pig and Whistle tavern in Old Town. He peered at it, reading it over a few times. Was he honestly thinking about doing this? The son of a well-to-do banker, a survivor, he brought worgen of all backgrounds together to survive and thrive, getting them accustomed to city life for years. He always held himself to a higher standard, hadn’t he? His uncle worked hard to make them a noble house, though it nearly led to their deaths. In the end, Gerald wiped that title from his family for good. 

He shifted his weight, just standing there staring at the poster, having an internal struggle. He didn’t know what happened to Ivory Sail, he just knew there were no contracts flowing in. He hadn’t heard from Ginny, Atticus, or Kota since their New Years Celebration on the ship. He wasn’t sure what they were up to or where they had gone, but he did finally talk to his boss and cousin, Vinarei sometime last week. She said she and Kota were out and about, but there was a single contract she was looking for more information on. 

Fact of the matter was, he had no income! What he he supposed to do, find contracts himself? Go reagent hunting and sell them where he could? Prostitute himself? No, Light, no. He had to do something before his funds ran out, but could he go into mercenary work? His Uncle is practically a pirate, and Light knows that every other member of his family would do it without second thought. 

‘What is Ivory Sail, if not an artifact hunting mercenary guild?’ He thought to himself, “I always thought of it as a research based organization, but people would come to us to get artifacts. That’s mercenary work.’

He sighed, remembering how he looked down on mercenaries as those without honor, but being among the crowd, the people he knew had more honor than most nobles he had known. The man read the poster again.

Gerald turned to the street of Old Town. A grey colored dreanei sauntered by. Gerald wasn’t surprised, he didn’t think they would leave the Army of the Light on Argus. He was more surprised with the wandering beings known as ‘Void Elves.’ He was very interested in what they were exactly, having never heard of them before. They seem to follow the Windrunner sister that came back from Argus. He shrugged lightly and walked into the Pig and Whistle. 

He would be visiting the Old Town district often now, looking for Miss Stromborne.

Mentions: @ivory-sail-acquisitions @lionsragereavers @vinarei @ginnyseng @atticus-angus-andrews @the-rogue-kota

[ginnyseng]

[Changes and Meditations]

The quiet roar of the Waterfall behind her eased Ginny’s worried spirit.  She sat on a wooden raft tied to the shore of Olivia’s Pond and let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.  The Embassy across from her was alive with activity, new strangers and new rumblings of war hung over Stormwind like a thick low-lying fog.  

She had been in town only a few days and had seen… things… characters she’d never seen before.  Their dark purple skin and raven-haired countenance unnerved the human but their resemblance to Sin’Dorei unsteadied her the most.  “Trust in Anduin’s judgment” she supposed.  If they were allowed to roam freely in the city who was she to criticize her King’s choices.  

Ginny closed her eyes, cross-legged on that raft as she let her worries flow away with the waterfall.  She allowed the soft breeze from the pond wash across her face to soothe her.  But still, her worries nagged and picked at her like carrion birds.  Not only had these “Void Elves” thrown her off but also her encounter with Saeada just a few nights before had as well.

The Mistweaver hadn’t seen the huntress since then, perhaps she stopped trailing her or she simply improved her skill set.  Perhaps she went back to Jida and told the woman of their encounter.  Maybe Jida had someone else - someone more experienced - start following her.  

“Oh stop it!”  Ginya hissed to herself, looking off to her side.  She was alone on the bank so no one could hear her.  If Jida had sent someone new, Ginny was just as good, if not better.   What was the Old Woman trying to prove anyway? Surely it wasn’t in Ginny’s best interest, at least not all of it.  

She gave up trying to calm her thoughts.  Uncrossing her legs, she put her bare feet in the cool water.  She leaned forward a bit and placed her hands down on either side of her.  The Archaeology shop in Dalaran had given her another job.  She was to go to The Barrens to bolster up the shop’s Orcish artifact stash.  It was going to be dangerous, but Ginya had helped seal off a Fel-Forsaken Titan; she could handle a few orcs.  

Maybe bland old Archaeology work was what she needed.  Maybe she just needed to distance herself from the city and its politics for a while.  Have herself a good old Adventure.  What was the worse that could happen?

(( @saeadaseng - mentions))

[rustofstardust]

myth moodboard: hades, god of the dead and ruler of the underworld

[dwergas-deactivated20180817]

[sneakyfeets]

Battle for Access to Azeroth

[ginnyseng]

[Shadows]

Stormwind ~

The night fell silent over the large Alliance city.  It’s towers and parapets awash with moonlight.  The Lamplighters were busy applying their trade, taking no notice of the woman standing at the opening of an alley.  She waited patiently, her arms folded beneath her chest and one foot propped up on the wall behind her.  Her eyes were closed and head lowered as she listened for approaching footfalls.  When she finally heard them, she lifted her head.  Her quarry was closeby looking around and quietly cursing.  There was no large cat with her this time, but she could smell the sweet pipe tobacco on the air.  

Ginya’s lips turned up into a smirk.  “Why have you been following me?”  The monk asked as she stepped out of the shadows.  “It’s very rude you know.”

The younger woman startled, her hand clenched into a fist.  “This must be your first shadowing, hmm?”  Ginya offered quietly.  “Don’t feel bad, not everyone is perfect at their first job.”

Ginya’s Shadow lowered her eyes but didn’t say anything. The Mistweaver circled the woman, her movements fluid and nearly silent.  “A bit of advice, if you’re going after someone, you have to make sure you’re quiet.  You blunder around like a newborn camel.  I’ve known you been following me for weeks.  Even before I went to the Broken Isles.”

“Jida told me that you were very sure of yourself.”  The younger woman said, her Tanari accent was thick and lilted.  “But she did not say you were cocky.”

“Who said I was?”  Ginny replied with a shrug.  “No my dear, I’m not cocky.  I’m just offering a bit of help so you don’t get yourself killed.”  She had noticed that her own accent was slowly returning as well.  

“So Jida did send you after all.”  Ginya continued, folding her arms again.  She circled once more, then stood before the woman.  “What are you here for then? Spying on me?  Making sure I behave?  Or are you out to kill me?  Go ahead, dearie, I’ve been dead before, it doesn’t frighten me.”

“I was sent to look after you.  To learn from you.  Jida said that you were one of her prized Medjai.”  The girl said.  Ginny looked away from her quickly to a guard rounding the bend.  She put her hand on the woman’s shoulder and pushed them both into the darkness of the alley.  Her Shadow nearly stumbled into hiding.

Keeping her hand on the woman’s shoulder, Ginya pointed a finger at her.  “First lesson - never, ever mention your ties to the Medjai.  Do you have a death wish?”  Ginny hissed. 

Medjai - the word for Jida’s “warriors”.  A word she had likened to mercenaries and conmen.  She was trained well, Ginny had killed men and women for coin and information for Jida’s “Medjai”.  It wasn’t something the Monk cared to return to.  But she did hold a small spark of pride for her heritage, as convoluted and as mixed up as it was. 

Ginya let her hands drop.  “What’s your name?”  The monk asked her.  

The girl ran a nervous hand through dark hair.  “Saeada.  Saeada Seng.  I am your sister, by bond.”  The huntress replied.  

“You were the girl outside of Jida’s tent, weren’t you?  The one who was there when I came home?”  Ginny said with a nod.  

“I was.”  Saeada nodded.  “I heard your fight with Jida.  I heard all you said.”

“Well, then you know that I no longer kill.  I’m no longer Medjai.” Ginny folded her arms again, Saeada smirked.

“You are Medjai, in your blood if not by your actions.  I have heard stories of your fighting on Argus.  The Demons you slew.  You enjoyed it.”  Saedie’s patronizing tone caused Ginny to favor her with a warning glare.  One that Saedie picked up on, she smirked again.  

“One should never enjoy killing, Demon or otherwise.  To kill is to raise a beast you can’t defeat.”  Ginny said simply.  “I killed demons, yes.  I didn’t enjoy it.  I didn’t enjoy healing the young called to fight to save our World.  I didn’t enjoy holding them while they died.”

“But the glory-”  Saedie started.

“The glory is the lie!”  Ginny hissed, cutting her off.  “Glory is nothing but an excuse to make you feel better about yourself.  We defeated one evil yes, but as is the Will of the Titans, another will show up. Then another and another, until we are all glory hungry savages.”

“Jida was wrong about you.  You are not brave, nor skilled.  You are a coward, hiding from who you truly are”  Saedie hissed, she raised her fist to hit Ginny.  Her body twisted, as she tried to land her punch.  

The Monk caught her fist quickly, locking the Huntress’ wrist between her hands.  She spun the woman, forcing Saedie’s arm back behind her, and Ginny twisted.  The girl whimpered, her back up against Ginny.

“I will warn you only once.”  Ginny hissed in her ear as her hold got tighter.  “If you wish to stay at my side, you need to destroy your expectations of me.  Stop assuming I’m different than I truly am.”  She pulled up on Saedie’s arm again, the girl struggled.

“And Loa help you if you ever try to attack me again.”  

The Mistweaver let Saedie go and pushed the other girl away.  Saedie hit the opposite wall, raising her hands to stop herself.  Ginny brought a scarf up over her mouth and nose.  Then, without another word, Ginya Li Seng left her sister in the alley.  Disappearing into the night.

(( @saeadaseng ))

[tackled]

[lightbearers]

I don’t plan to stop drinking. But… I don’t wanna forget. I can’t turn away anymore. So, if I’m gonna die, well, it might as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.