Danoria Bloodravager

The Medic// Fleshcrafter ///Apothecary

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Goodbye and Goodnight

Dee Dee stood, quietly at the grave of Eindra'che Ironclaw, The Mortician had a upset yet, quiet expression to say the least. Staring at the carving in the stone, the design. She peered at the name, the date of his death. She was, uncertain... She knew death came for everyone, not just from warfare, no one was immortal, no one can live for ever. But she was upset, betrayed? She was very much feeling conflicted. Oh how she wanted to tear up his grave, and bring him back, curse him, and answer her... But he wouldn't now would he?..No...No he was now a part of the Dream...a part of what he so wanted, and that was rest. She knew he always tried to hard, she always did try to cheer up Einny Ein...but even now she felt...like she failed her friend. He had not said a single word to no one...Maybe someone, she did not know, but to her, it was as it is. An end, of someone she really felt was comfortable enough to talk with, to trust, now there were very very few she did. As she would kneel down and set roses by his grave.  She glanced about, no one was here, she would then go about her task. Creating a series of sigils, with Crystals beneath the earth. She would set up something nice. She felt war was far to close, ever to near, as she would finish the task at hand. She would change out the filter's, for the Azerite, now that her body was molded to the flow of power. She felt it course through her like a live wire. Her ghostly blue eyes go to the bright arcane blue of old, as she would create the spell. Tossing the crystal to the top point of the tree where it floats now above, she would create the sigil of power. A barrier would encase the tree, the treeSo that no one could do his tree harm. Heaving, she sighs, as she then tested it, her gloves would not pass, nor her weapon. But the cat was able to cross back and forth. Nodding in satisfaction, she would find a spot to sit, Opening up an elaborate case, the item within, she cradles in her hands a violin that was beyond words to describe, but perfection in the eyes of Dee Dee. Ebony polished wood with silverline streaks, giving it a marbled touch, the sides that curved were of pure green jade, as if ivy had taken root and grown all along the sides, the leaves curving softly to almost appear to hold the delicate instrument together. The face if it near the opening on both sides of the string, was a black jade male elf bowing, to a white jade female elf curtsy's. The blacks eye was a saphire, the whites eye was a emerald. She stares at it, for a long long time. Running her now ungloved stitch scarred fingers along the surface. She'd tune the silver thread, blessed to never break, she was told were the silver of the moons tears turned to string. Once finished, she would raise the bow, like the wood, but wrapped in jade ivy, would she then begin to play a mournful song that drifted throughout the Hollow's foggy night.

The Mournful melody, haunting, sweet and delicate. Would play, like a song of worship, it would carry on the winds through out the Hollow. Her song played from the heart. A tribute to a friend, a companion, a true honorable warrior that she played in his name this day beneath the sky. As if hearing, the Moon would illuminate his tree, the tree would blossom, the the creatures of the night would come, and listen. As she played this piece for the Worgen, for Ein, her friend...

Upon finishing, the moons light fading, she smiles, softly as she takes her mask off, slides her cowl back, as she would walk over towards his grave. Kneeling before it. The mortician would play, to the light, and to Elune. To bless her friend in the rest he thus so deserved. And may he find peace in the Dream he so sought out to find. Once finished, she would re gear and stand once more. She turns away, as she thinks back on his words last spoken. Whats important to you. She tilts her head, as she looks towards the Hollow, and then towards his resting place," My family...my friends...Dee Dee...will make you proudy proud Ein...do better, Dee Dee will." she says, as she walks back towards the gate, Carrying her case. Jim the guard had some tears in his eyes as she passed, his surprise was evident upon seeing her. And the fact she had been the one to play such a haunting song. As she returns to her Laboratory.

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Freedom

July 27th, 2018 The mortician was already half lost of mind, she would find a means to escaping the entombment that was her unfortunate situation. She heard them, always heard, always taunting the Morticians mind. The voices, the voices in the isolation of her chambers always speaking. But, today, today was different, today there was...other noises mixed in with the madness at hand. As she listened, she tugs her confinement chains. Struggles then gives. TO feel hands on her, aiding her to her feet. When she could see again, there were, many strangers, different people. All of various races who had taken on Helya in her home and won. Now working to freeing those who were trapped. She was one such, but they knew not the reason she was trapped here...oh no. She smiles now, a knowing smile as she was once more allowed to go forth with her desires of a masterpiece. She would get the aid of these people in getting back home and preparing for the fun that she was certain to appear.

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Chilling entombment

Dee had lost sense of time, the woman was confined and held within a prison. A tomb all to herself, granted by the merciless fallen goddess Helya. The chilling depth seeped deep beneath the skin, slowly coursing through the very viens of her body, down to caress her numbed and chilled bones. So once was the follower of the depth, a faithful servant of that which gave her so much in the northern lands of the far realms of Azeroth. She recalled that time she made the bargain.

She wasin need to flee, to run, to hide, working with those who slaved away in snow and ice. When the merciful master the Liche King fell. Taken down by the champions of Azeroth. Oh how, the strong fall. The Cult of the Damned hunted there after. She hid, and seeked a new master...a Mistress. And her call was answered.

Bring the souls of champions to her matron, and so her burden would be lessened. She lied to herself,as she had with the liche king. She wanted to find vengence with the cult.Which was granted, to slay her family, and those who looked down on her half blooded nature in the Sunreaver’s. Her blood line left to all she knew, her half blooded nature. Niether Quel’dorei or Sin’dorei as she believed...

But then, she hadn’t been entombed that long in the violet hold, when captured, she ran when freed. Meeting a mother she wanted to impress...which failed in absolute misery in the end. Outcasted as she were.

But, it wasn’t the end, she was taken in once more, with love and kindness this new family aided her hurt, freed her from the shackles that bound her to the depth. And all she wanted, was freedom, she wanted her family.Who excepted every fiber of who she was. As she thrived to being better.  When ever she reached out, they took her hand, not shook it off, or flinched away. But even took her in their arms and held her.

She tried to recall the warmth, but all she felt was cold, the darknes ever compressing, ever suffocating in her isolation. She silently wept, as the tears flowed then gently congealed and froze along her skin. Helya taking pleasure from afar as she knew of the young woman’s suffering.

“Y͍̫̞͓oú ̬̻͍̬͖̲a̗̹̖̲r̯̤̝̹̰ͅȩ͈̱̺̝͖̟͕ ̻̟̻͎̪͇͘n̴͖ẹ͉̣̠̱̟̲͘ṿ͡e̬r̖̤̞ ͓̫͢g̦͕͠e̛͕͙̣̰̜̬tt̢̟̳̬̹i͚̰n̴̘̦̻g͓͙ ̩̖̣̙F̬̩̥͈̼̻͟r͚̜͇̩ͅȩ̞̱ȩ,̸̘͓̣͚ ͏̗̫͉͚͔̞D̩̟͟a͔͉͕̼̠͟n̨͙̰̗̳̤o̳̞̣͍͈̜͖r̳͇̭̪̰i̹̩a̝̼̳͇. N͚̺̗̣̣o͚͢ ̹͉̟̠͓̜͟ͅo̸̱̫̲̰n͕͍̹ͅè ̝͞w̞͖͔̳͍̜ͅi͖̭̣̜̞l̤̣͟lͅ ̬̦͔͇e̖̠̳v͉̳͔e̷͚̞̮̮̙r̞̻͎͡ g̮̱͙̫et̸̞̳̱̖ ̸͈͇͉̯ͅy̡̭͙͔o͞u̶̳̺͓ ̞̟̣̹̤̥͢o̹͎͕̟̤̘͓͢ṷ̴̙̰̳̫̳t͖̻̺ ̷͕̻̩̣̘m̛̹̗̰̥̱̘y͎͉̰͍͡ c̭͓̫͞h̡̬̗̠̹̤̜i̢̮l̮̺̖͙d̤̣͔͘.̼͚̺͚̲͚̙͟”

She flinches, as she heard Helya’s voice, as she trmebled forced to stand, see nothing but hear everything.The Wrackingsobs, the moaning cries, the condemned voices of the damned. She was left there, waiting. Waiting as she was leftthere. Forgotten, feeling alone like never before. As Helya’s distant voice laughed at the misery of the fallen...

All Dee could think of, were two things that kept her, as sane as possible.

Echoes of Hope... her home....

and...

“Momma Kelly Kel...” She’d say from sadden lips. Left there till time allowed her a chance to go home again, if there was ever a home to return too...

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Welcome Home: Helheim

Dee stares off through the lenses of her respiratory mask. The archaic and almost crude contraption to many is what kept her breathing. if not hide her true identity to those around her on the vessel. one of many in Sylvanis’s fleet at this current time, in route to Stormhiem. 

She took much risk in this endeavor, but the Horde required her, the Dark Queen called upon all able bodies to the warfront and she was no exception as one of the many apothecaries in her arsenal to use. It had been weeks it felt getting here, though it was possibly days. She stared out along the water to the approaching shores of Stormhiem, the place where gods and the underworld were in one land...

The armies were ready, the horde at command. Each vessel could be sensed by her. The desire of blood, war, to save to end. it all flowed. She glances to one of the sisters as they would say. Thinking she was like them, the Dark Ranger’s. But she was not, she still breathed, and kept it that way. looking to the rising peaks that came into view and past as they weaved their way through. Further into the passage to the shore. The procedures to disembark would commense.

Till the shelling began...

The ship heaved to the side heavily as the vessel shook. Decking, planks, anything nailed and not went flying as the vessel and many others were hammered. Throwing her along the flooring. She got to her feet quickly, her staff in hand, gripping tightly as the call went up that an alliance airship was assaulting the fleet. 

She hurried to her station, knowing though full well the vessel was beginning to drift towards the side. Peering up to the sky seeing griffon riders coming in hot. She recognized the Worgen and those of the S:7 or who ever the humans were of the services of the king. She sigiled as several dropped down, to get struck with the shields she placed to hurtle out into the water.

She wheezed, as she sigils again as one lands before her. Dancing back as the polearm came dangerously near her respirator. The man cursing the horde for their betrayal. She was confused over that, but that did not deter her. As she stepped in within his reach to harmless go past. The mans eyes go wise as she plants her palm, and ignites the rune. Blasting the male off his feet, blood errupting from his lips to coat Dee’s attire as his lifeless husk hit the wall, splintering it from the impact. 

She turned to peer along the decking, the battle was heavily underway, and she fought like any other to the best of her standards. But then the worse to come happened. She felt the vessel heave under her feet, the sabotuers having got to the gun powder room, the entire vessel went straight up. launching all those upon it’s surface now airborne. Her mask was wretched from her face as she then hit the water after a dizzying spin.

She forced herself to come too, peering up towards the moon that waned, she reached her gloved alchemical hand towards it. But felt a tugging. Something had her. but then, then se heard what she most feared.

W̷̡̡̞̤̐̒̊̐ͯ̐᷉̒̐̂e̴̛͙̙̾̐͋̒ͪ̐̓̐̒̐᷀l̻̰͎̦̬̾̐̒̐ͦ̐̒̐ͦ͘c̨̢͔̮̲̐̊̒̐ͫ́̐̒͗̐̑ͮ̐̿̒ͤ̐̀̐̕͢͏̺̒̐̈o̢̮̲̰̬͍̐̒̆̐̐̿̒̐͘m̫̯̮̠̐̒̐̅̿̐ͭ̒̐̕͠ḛ͇̮̽̐̒̐͛ͯ̐̒̐̈́͡͞ H᷿̥̤ͩ̐̿̒͂̐̄̐ͩ̒̍̐ọ̸͍̰̟̐ͪ̒̐̒̐̒̄̐͝m͔͕̐᷾̒ͪ̐̄̐̐̒̃̐̚̚e̶̘̙͓̐ͬ̒͂̐ͥ᷅̐̒̐ͧ,̺᷊᷂͂̐ͨ̒̐͆̐̀̒̐̄͠ b̴͇̟̻̭᷂̐̒̐ͣ̐͂̒̐̚ą̨̬̰̮̜̐̒͗̐̐̒̐̌͞c͏̺᷊͚̰̦͖̐̒᷇̐ͯ̐̒̐k̸̮̲̐ͩ̒̾̐̂̐̆̒ͭ̐̓ t᷿̝ͩ̐̒̇̐̌̐́̒͛̐̌͝o̙̟̰͙̮̐̒ͨ̐͐̐̒̐͘͢ H̵̬̼᷊̿̐̒̅̐͌̆̐̒̐͘e̫͎̹̐̒̾̐ͯ̎̐̒̃̐̊͢l̷̵̳̼᷊͎̐ͧ̒᷈̐͂̐̒̐h̹͙᷊̏̐ͣ̒ͬ̐᷀̐̒̐̚ͅi̷̪̐̒̔̐ͬ͑̐̐͗̒ͬ̐̚e̸̖͍̻̐̒ͧ̐͐᷀̐̒̐͋ͅm̴͈̻̜͍͓᷆̐̅̒̐̐̒̒̐ m̸͙̘ͫ̐̒̐ͤ᷀̐̒̐͌̕ͅy̝̣̰̐̈́̒͂̐ͬ̐̊̒᷆̐ͧ c̨̲͈̖̐̒͛̐̔̄̐̇̒̐̿h̦̭᷊̳̜̭ͭ̐̍̒̐̐̒̐͜i̵̗᷉̐̒ͭ̐̋͛̌̐᷃̒̎̐l̪͋̐ͣ̒͗̐̽̑̇̐̒᷾̐̏d͇͕᷾̐̒͑̐̊᷀̐̒̐͘͠͠.͕͆̐̒᷉̐᷁̐̒̌̐̐͟ͅͅ.̷̷̫᷿̥᷊̐̒̐ͥ̐̿̒ͣ̐.᷂͇͍ͬ̐̒᷆̐̀̈͂̐̒̐͢

Her eyes went wide in fear, as she screamed, though nothing would be heard, nothing would be noted cept a soldier missing as she was dragged down to where she knew her failure would be founded, her betrayal. All she could think of, was her family, momma Kytaera, Zaytan, Triggah...and, her new family. Dori, Azuriann, and her someone important. Who looked over her and she looked up to as her mother now though she felt uncertain.

 As the world faded, as her pulse began to stop and the glow of the underworld came to eerie existence, she spoke it with her last breath, that someone important.

“Momma...Kelandrea...”

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The Fear: Dee’s Debt

The Mortician huddled in her room, sobbing and crying. What little left there was to shed as the woman feared of what was to come. She had collected the pamphlets, she had seen what was in store. And the voice, the voice that called out to her at times.

Y̻͔̅̔̅͟͠ǫ̙̳̅ͦ̅̄ų᷅̅᷃᷾͊̅ Ö̅͋͌̀̅ͣW̭᷈̅͌͏̅͆E͔̹᷾̅᷃᷉̅ m̨̺͚̭̅̅͞ė̢᷊͕̅̅᷾ a̘͇̅̏͋̅̒ d̼̅ͥ͑ͩ̅̆e̬͉̜̩͑̅͆ͫ̅b̵̛᷀̅͌̅̃t̷͇̅̏̅̆͠ t̸̵̅̇᷈̅̔o̶͇̰̅͛̅̌ p̛ͥ̅ͧ̅͝͡a᷂̙̅᷀ͭ̅͛y̛̫͈͖̅͗̅ !

She flinched clapping her gloved alchemical hands over her ears, as she’d flinch. Her respirator was going nutts flaring as she took ragged breaths. She’d burned through much of the ventilator’s stock in the room. As canisters that were now empty covered the floor.

“ I willy will pay you Helya! I willy w-will! The m-monstrosities and p-petty pet’s will pay what I o-owey owe!” She’d cry out in fear. The womans form trembling as she gazed about. Expecting the fallen queen of the Val’kyr to drag her to Helheim at any given moment.

Then she heard it, and flinched. Looking towards the window, where the sounds of hammering thumps are heard. her eyes widened as the fear took hold of her heart. Her breath catching, her eyes dilating as the souls of those claimed by her in Helya’s name stared at her.

Yͪ̂ͪ͏ͪ̂ͪoͪ̂ͪͨͪ̂ͪuͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ̕ P͕ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪA̭ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪY̥ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ,ͪ̂ͪ᷃ͪ̂ͪ oͪ̂ͪ̐ͪ̂ͪr̙ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ J̶ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪOͪ̂ͪͭͪ̂ͪIͪ̂ͪͪͪ̂ͪN̺ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ tͪ̂ͪ͑ͪ̂ͪhͪ̂ͪͫͪ̂ͪoͪ̂ͪ᷇ͪ̂ͪsͪ̂ͪ͊ͪ̂ͪḙͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ y̱ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪoͪ̂ͪ̍ͪ̂ͪu̢ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ gͪ̂ͪͧͪ̂ͪa͓ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪvͪ̂ͪ᷉ͪ̂ͪeͪ̂ͪ᷾ͪ̂ͪ t̺ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪo̻̝ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪͩͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ Mͪ̂ͪ́ͪ̂ͪE᷊ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ!̭ͪ̂ͪͪ̂ͪ

“ ANYTHING! A-anythingy thing Helya!!! Please! please d-don’t take me a-away!’ She’d sob, as she moved away from the window and the hateful stares of those she offered to the Queen of Helheim,” ANYTHING!”

o̦̘᷉̓͏̷᷉f̶̵̖̻᷉᷅͂᷉᷉̉̔᷉̚͢ͅf̦̯᷉͗᷉͢͟e᷿̘᷃᷉̽᷉̒r̴͕̍᷉́᷉͜ u͕᷿̹̮͚᷉᷉p̍᷉᷅̂̂᷉᷈ t̷͎̗᷉ͨ᷉͘h̞᷉̏᷉̚͡͠e̙͗᷉͛̌᷆᷉ D̯᷇᷉ͯͮ᷉͋e̙̓᷉ͨ͐᷉́b̙̏᷉ͨ̏᷉᷆t̗᷉᷉́̕̚͝ y͎᷉̄᷆̓᷉ͩo̧͈͕᷃᷉ͭ᷉u̦̺᷉̾͏̳᷉ ȏ͚᷉̃͌᷉᷆w͏̞̪᷉̒ͭ᷉e̩̎᷉̒̃᷉ͫ t͈̞᷿᷉ͩ᷉ͦǫ̵̩̥᷉᷉͝ m̧͓̬͔᷉᷉̎e̩͚͔᷆᷉᷉̇,̥̩᷉͊ͮ᷉̾ o̧̪ͯ᷉᷉̚͞r̓᷉ͧ̃᷉̓̚ bͪ᷉̋̿̀᷉ͣe̘͇̖̱᷁᷉᷉ d̠᷉ͬ᷉͂͜͡r̫̺̖᷉̃᷉̽a̧̤̹᷃᷉᷉͡ǧ᷉ͫ͐̇᷉̕g̗͉͈̽᷉᷉̊e͓̭͉̩᷉᷉̕ḍ̹͓̃᷉̓᷉ i̷̙᷊ͨ᷉̌᷉n͈̍᷉᷾ͫ᷉ͪt͈᷉͒͌ͨ᷉̈o̝̪̞᷉͌͆᷉ e̦᷉̓̂᷉͐͘t̠͚̠᷉ͥ᷉ͅe᷉͐ͯ͐᷉̓͢r̡̡̥᷉̓᷉͜ņ͚͖᷉͋᷉͋á͙̲᷉ͬͩ᷉l̮̲᷉̂᷇᷉̽ d̜͍̣᷉̅᷉̓a͏̮᷉̄͒᷉͋m᷊᷉̎̿᷉̉ͅn̠̘͐᷉̇᷉̂a̸̢͙̓᷉᷉᷉t̸̝̖᷉̒᷉̕i̙̔᷉ͯͨ᷉͌o͙᷉ͪ̆᷉᷈͜n̰̦̤᷉᷉̚͟!̧̘᷉̎̐᷉᷈

Dee nods vigorously, the woman nearly begging,” Y-yes my q-queen,” she says in a hitched tone,” p-please, d-don’t take me.” she’d ragged cry out. There was a pause, a silence that felt an eternity. Then she felt the chill through her spine, that ran to her heart making it cold.

P̮᷿͊ä̗͐yͥͬ̾,̡͛̇ a̋ͤ͞n̡̤ͮd̹̯᷃ ỉ̦̂f͇̱̰ Ĩ᷂̖ c̣̒͌a͂͊᷄ṉ̸̢͕͖̑̊ͫͮͪ͠'͔͖̅t᷃᷅͟ ͈̫̌͠g̫̙᷅ę̬͋t͚̘᷁ ̳᷀̂᷅Ẏ̘̃O᷅̑͜Ų͙̼!̂͒̈ ͕͎̃̑I̗̣̊͊͂᷀ͅ w̤̆̏i̹̬᷃l̄ͬͮl̮̩̀ t̘̥̉ͤ̏̊᷃a᷄͋᷁k̜̰̰e̵᷊ͣ e᷿ͦ͟v͍̟̟ë̷͑r̼ͭ̊y̽᷆̅o͇ͥ̚ņ͖̎è̖͌ ỷ̠̻o̩ͬ̐u̪̿ͤͪͨ᷅͂ l̺̯̈́o̳᷀̍v̏᷃ͨe̥ͬ͝ ̰̳̱̚a̡̻᷉w͙̃͛a̛̩ͤy̙᷈ͅ.᷆͢͟.̘̱̊.̤ͨ͏Ã̼ͧg̵̲͈a᷊ͨ̾i̮̿͟n̶̳̅!̴̴̲͈͗̚͢

Then the room was silent, the cold chill left. But to Dee, all there was, was a fate she could not flee from. Either do what she once did, or lose everything. Or do what she was now asked, and die by those she loved...either case...she was damned. And the Mortician wept as she once more began to throw and destroy anything and nearly everything in sight. Her fear for Azuriann, Kelandrea, and Dori. Especially her little brother now was her thoughts to fix this with a sorrowful heart...

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Travel to the Monestary

7/15/16: Tian Monestary

They came to the court of the pandaren Monestary, that of Tian. The place of tranquility, peace, harmony, a step down of those in the northern portion of the land itself. The people strong, proud, and in perfect balance still even after all that had transpired. Folks laughing, talking, eating all around. Though many nearby stopped, to peer at the two oddities that now were in their midst.

Dee awoke slowly,her breathing muffled in the respirator that she always wore upon her features. She’d come too, glancing around from within the arm’s of the massive Construct, the armored sentinel of Azuriann’s house, Ab’dania or some such. Dee didn’t really know to well other than this person was now her charge till her new location.

Dee glanced around, looking left to right to all the foliage, she had never been out here for to long. She traversed it from time to time, on short excursions but not to stay. She took in the land, the beauty of it all. This was something serene, peaceful, a place that was odd to her senses within her attire.

Dee would look towards Tor, who lumbered along, the steam powered attire of the construct hissing steam, forcing folks to take a wide berth of the automaton.Looking over the archaic and ancient regalia of the suit the construct wore at all times.

“ Will I be able to come home someday?”

She’d inquire of the construct as she and her went along. The construct looks to her quizically, and would softly touch her vent to the Dee’s own filter system,” Someday little one, someday you can return. Once those who hold grudges can move on and forgive.”

Dee was conflicted, she didn’t want to be alone again, not again, she hated feeling left behind. But Azuriann and momma Kel had made it plain. That Dee would be in danger, and not only her, but everyone else. And she couldn’t let that happen.

Tor’s grip was firm as she set her down, as the two glanced about,” Time is what will be needed. Time in that which it needs to heal...I return now Dee, be safe.”

She’d say to Dee, as the Construct of House Ab’adania turned to leave. Leaving the Mortician there, amidst the pandaren’s. She stood awkwardly, as the slow tear’s dripped from the chin of her ventilator. The woman felt so very alone again, once more feeling left behind as the broad back of the Guardian went away.

She flinches feeling a soft hand on her shoulder, looking over to seeing the soft smile of an elder panderan,” You must be Dee, we were told you would be arriving. Come, come, you are amidst friends.” he’d say softly and assuringly, as the Mortician was lead to her new hide away with a heavy heart.

[danoriathemedic]

Revitalization: Discord

She would toil and work, within the Hospital’s branched off building quarters. Where not a soul tends to roam. She claimed this lost wing as her own, not even the other’s came this far or knew it’s route to well. The floor held the dust, the walls the cobwebs, the echoing sounds of distant music and possible conversations would drift like ghoulish whisper’s through the place.

Within her little lair she had work to do, what she tended to do, the fleshcrafter looking to the tiny fragment of the soul stone where a certain soul currently resided, would stare at Dee in possible fascination, intrigue, even horror deep in her hidden lab within the city. It literally was the morgue, cryptic, stained, smelling of the dead, to most it was the pits. Yet too her, the workshop for Death Knights and Forsaken that needed it within the city walls. Be it Scourge once, Ebon Blade, Dark Ladies minions or even the rogue, her doors were open, that was how she tended to operate here.

She had chosen a youth’s body, a young male, from the assessment she under went for choices in the candle light of her work desk nearby.The new form was strong of frame, strong toned body, he was some sort of spy that had gotten into Silvermoon City from the reports that were left to the morgue. His demise a quick thrust from his back and out his chest.She had put the body on ice to preserve its freshness. She easily had that repaired, replacing the heart that was ruined leaving a nice scarring, over his heart both front and back. Adding in a bloody text along his heart to prepare for the fusion of soul to body. She also would go through the process of switching the eyes out, removing those blue arcane eyes for that of the fel ones. She’d merely need to let those soak in some fel energy to turn green while preserving them, but why waste it when she could add to her collection?

she sighs, the respirator flares as she goes over her equipment, adjusting her filter’s as she prepared the procedure, this was one thing if not another. She needed to fuel the process somehow. Going over to some of her equipment, she works the switches. Trying to go about it as she’d wire him up, getting him into a proper set up. She tried to remember how this defibrillator thingy worked, supposed to get the heart working. She works this and that, the device coming alive as it would begin it’s arcantric process.

Finishing she would begin the next step. sigiling, As she’d begin to work, going about the process as she’d first get his heart to beating, well that was who the defibrillator working and making sure it was steady, then would give him a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, usually not a smart idea but this was needed, then focuses on his blood flow. She would focus on his bodies life line, working to get it flowing, getting the blood to circulate, his breathing going. as she then took the gem, with the soul to fuse to the runes along over his heart. Working slowly, to then attach the soul to the the new host.

She watched the gauges, as she would gaze at everything. She’d fiddle with her lenses as they began to fog from the slow pulse of energy building within the room, seemed to be going smoothly. But then the damn device started to act up. She heard first the puttering, then the hiss. She glanced over to see it was starting to quicken.

 She tried to fiddle with this and that. But the energy level was rising. Quickly she removed the wires from the body, since its task was done with, shifting Discords body, in case anything went if not always in a fiasco with these machines. moving over to then push at the device, wheeling it away as it was getting worse.

 The damned goblin tech started to spark, bounce, and hiss even worse, the unstable machine was rather palpable as it went out of control. She quickly sigiled a barrier but was not to quick enough as the damn thing detonated. Throwing debris, dust, and smoke everywhere. As the room shook, jarring equipment and tools off their shelves, counters, and tables. Dee tossed across the room ,hitting the wall with a muffled thud, as her clothes were shredded from the shrapnel of the bloody machine.

after a time, she got up, dusting off, looking her attire over, as she huffs. Adjusting the respirator as her clothes were all but tattered. She looks over towards the set up, making sure that Discord was indeed breathing.

She nods finding a pulse, the man slumbered. She adjusts his white hair, and looks over the young males youthful expression, giggling in triumph she stares at Veli’s loved one. She did something good, she brought a member back, intact, and better if anything. Without Alterations!...well she hoped, she wasn’t sure if the host body had any quirks but...will have to see how that goes.

She pat’s his shoulder, and giggles happily as she’d say in a soft muffled tone.

“Welcome backy Backy Discord...”

[danoriathemedic]

The Anore Journey: Writing of Uldum

Dee was conflicted, it had been rather a trip for her. A sensation she was not akin to understanding fully as easily as it used to me. Anore was her new home, and they had accepted her. To the extent as one can fathom. Azuriann from this trip has been so kind, and understanding, letting her take time to learning and understanding the rights and wrongs, Same with Kel, she always tried to help her when things were difficult to understand.

A̲̲ͭr̲ͤͭeͦͭ͜ t᷈ͭͅh̛ͭ᷈e̜ͭ͢y̌ͭ̄ R̘̣ͭe᷊͌ͭâ̺ͭl̵ͭ̚l̙̒ͭyͭ᷀͟,ͩͭ̓ F̨̦ͭa᷾ͭͮm̈́ͭͬi̾ͭ͏l̰᷀ͭy̆ͭ͜?̃ͭ͘

That voice, always the voices, like an insidious crawling in her mind, that other presence. She stares at her journal, of her trials. From the boat ride, the strain, the journey to working with the Ramkahen, Tol’vir and many other clans of these feline sort of four legged people.She’d return to writing what memories she could fathom were reality in her mind.

She glances over towards the pyramid like designs, something left over by the Titan’s, a design in which was so powerful yet at the wrong time was so fragile, unstable and by far dangerous. She runs a gloved finger along it’s surface as she pondered.

K̽̽͟i͖͋᷈l̲̱̝l̩̯̂ T᷊᷀̽h̹̼ͨeͪ̌͘m̳᷂ͨ,͏̶͖ T᷆͒ͥh̬͙̹͡e̳̖ͤy̦̙᷁ w̖̔̀i᷿̍̄ḽ̆͐l͚̎᷈͢ inevitably B̓᷈ͥẹ͐̄t͔̝̩r̲᷅͢a̟ͮ͏y̸͖̓̍ uͧ̍͠s̯̊̂.͏͏͞

She shook her head, she couldn’t, Kel was her new mother, Azuriann her guardian. Veli, Nora, Maz, everyone. Galve and Ugakk and Elle. She couldn’t hurt them, she loved her new family. She treasured them, didn’t she?

Ť͕᷈h̖͕͙e̟͕᷈y w͓͕᷁i͏͕̠l͕̭͋l͕̄᷅ betray y͕̘̋o͕͜͠ũ̵͕,͈͕͊ l͕͚̀i͕͑̈k͕̬̕e͕͚͋ e͕̔̊v͕͇᷇e͕᷈᷁r͕͗̕y͕̯ͮo͕ͮ̚n͎͕᷀e͕̫ͭ e͕͉̍l͕̠᷅s̨͕᷆e᷿͕͍ d͕ͯͦo͕͐͜e̠͕͌s͓͕᷂.̴̢͕ W̮͕ͫi͕͂͂l̟͕̗ľ͕̝ t̹͕ͅh͕ͬͧe᷿͕͟y͕ͣ᷉ l͕͈̅o̟͕̗v͕ͧ͘e͕͙͛ y͕̟̔o̻͕̣u͕̬͠?̨͕᷅ O̵͕̱r͕̣̔ d͕̍᷆e̖͕̎s͕ͦͬp͕͝͏i͕᷆̒s͕̐̄e̯͕͢ y͏͕̑o̡͕ͫu͕ͫ͑.͕̫̆.̝͕̱.͕̿ͣ.̢͕̠

She clutches at her head, as she looks at one of the mirrors in the room, staring up at a reflection of a gaunt grim faced woman, that was herself. Her eyes full of anguish and hate, as she stared at Dee. Dani was always angry, she hated everything about Dee Dee, she knew that. She always tried to destroy what Dee Dee tried to accomplish.

W̵᷊͑ĥ͍͘ẙ̻̾ ị̻ͤs̢͑͊ ĭ̢̋t͑̓͜ a̯̎᷃l̞᷾ͥw̹̘ͯǎ̹̂y͔͒͆s̩̖̿,͖᷀ͨ a̜ͯ͂l̘᷊͊w̜̉᷃a̤̤͠y̼ͪ͒ş̞̠ y͉͛̓o͇᷀̽ṳ᷈̆ ṭ̘͔h͇̣̞a̲͌͟ţ̶̕ i̺᷁̂s̝̪̜ l̡̥͠ȍ͍͠v͈́᷾e̮͊ͫd͎̑᷉.̴᷉̊.̱᷿̋.̲̈᷇

She stares at herself, the woman behind the reflection, “ Because Dee Dee is here to lovey love...Dani, Dee Dee loves everyone...” She reply to herself, as she reaches out touching the surface of the glass,” Even you...”

Dani stares back, staring long and hard, then towards the hand along the surface of the glass. She’d reach out, and touch along the surface.

I͓̠᷃͝͝͝͝ H́̔͢͝͝͝͝a᷊̕͝͝͝͝ͅť̤̦͝͝͝͝e͉̥͓͝͝͝͝ Y̎ͣ᷉͝͝͝͝o͓᷉͝͝͠͝͝uͣ̅ͦ͝͝͝͝.͖͟͝͝͝͠͝.̣̭ͣ͝͝͝͝.̩̀᷾͝͝͝͝

“I love you...”

The two stared at each other from their respective sides, then slowly, Dani faded, leaving Dee to face herself. She see’s the tears in her reflection. And looks down sadly, someday, maybe the four could find a grounds together...but that road may not come anytime soon. 

She’d turn and take a seat, as she’d start to write into her journal.

[the-shrieking-pepper]

Bloodravaged: Ruins of House Bloodravager

“The tabard I wear was a symbol for people who were just like me, people who found themselves without a real purpose. It soon became an emblem for those whom had lost their reason to fight, to some their livelihood, or for those who had never had one. At one point this tabard was an honor to be given as well as the name that followed it. Those days are gone as many of the people that donned its colors, some have found new purpose, with people that have finally accepted them, others have fallen in battle as they once dreamed they would. But, in wake of what once was crumbling, I’ve re-raised my banners to start anew, to give those who do not have a reason, a chance once more. When the battlefield calls, we, the Bloodravaged will answer it. And until then we will keep our wits sharp and our blades sharper. The Horde has become complacent in the intermissions of war, they’re going to need a strong front line when the next threat arises.”

“This is your call to arms: Champions, veterans, impending heroes, and novices alike! We fight for the Horde!”

Guild Recruitment is now open!

Bloodravaged

Missive: Purpose. To give the restless, displaced, exiled and crestfallen somewhere to put their efforts. We are not a mercenary group as much as a civilian military group. Bloodravaged takes on missions the mercenary groups won’t touch due to lack of pay out. The battlefield calls and Bloodravaged answers it. If you have not yet found your path in life, we offer training, by some of the best fighters that the Horde has to offer.

In Character interview is required to gain access to the guild, those who are in guilds for raiding or PVP or other such reasons are more than welcome to join up with us on an IC level! Please contact me in game or on my tumblr if you are interested in joining up or if you happen to have questions!

[the-shrieking-pepper]

Here are the screenshots as promised, unedited, that is my entire UI. The Logs of said conversation will be posted below here for those who have issues reading purple on black text. 

This harassment has gone on long enough for me. It has been consistent…and honestly, if it is just to get a rise out of me I no longer give a damn. At one point this person and I shared RP stories, our characters were friends and he had NO ISSUE role playing with my character…even after SoO ended and the whole kor’kron thing was over. He complimented me on my guild concept when I created Bloodravager and now he does NOTHING but talk down to me about my guild and my character. Damn near demanding that I retcon her to suit his needs because he thinks it’s fun or a joke. 

Put him on ignore.

Why? So that I won’t be able to get screenshots of this type of behavior? If I’m his only target then fine…I’ll throw him onto ignore, but that DOES NOT excuse this behavior in the least. I could go on and on and just rant…but I won’t. Here are the logs from this conversation (below the read more):

Keep reading

[danoriathemedic]

People like him are idiots and are a waste of breath. if they can’t enjoy fun creative rp they can go fuck off.

[l-la-old]

Get to Know My Characters

Is there a character you want to know a little more about? Well step right up and drop their name in my box–and I’ll tell you more about them. (Reblog to have folks do this for you) You’ll get to learn: 01. Full name: 02. Best friend: 03. Sexuality: 04. Favorite color: 05. Relationship status: 06. Ideal mate: 07. Turn-ons: 08. Favorite food: 09. Crushes: 10. Favorite music: 11. Biggest fear: 12. Biggest fantasy: 13. Bad habits: 14. Biggest regret: 15. Best kept secrets: 16. Last thought: 17. Worst romantic experience: 18. Biggest insecurity: 19. Weapon of choice: 20. Role Model:            

[the-dark-ashenik-deactivated201]

http://us.battle.net/wow/en/blog/19913791/patch-623-preview-10-14-2015

“One of the most common requests we’ve heard ever since introducing Timewalking was for there to be some way to obtain an Infinite Dragonflight mount, since it’d fit perfectly with the theme of time manipulation, aside from being just plain cool-looking. We agree. Inspired by Murozond, the final boss of the End Time dungeon that is included in the Cataclysm Timewalking rotation, the Infinite Timereaver will be a rare drop from any dungeon boss during all of the Timewalking events.”

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I AM TEH HYPE FOR THIS MOUNT NEXT PATCH. OMG. ALKDNAKWJDBAKDWJABWDJHAWAVD.

[danoriathemedic]

"And what makes you believe you can save them...her...yourself? Or anyone for that matter. You're just a sorry little child in way over your pretty little head..."

Stares at the curious question and looks up, pondering that herself, then towards the message,” What makes me...believe, well that is the questiony question now isn’t it? Dee works to understandy stand the concept and meaning behind this life and deathy death...If Dee can try try and do so...she will.”

She ponders this now,” Dee save those who wish to be fixy fixed. If they so desire, I have the skilly skills to mend those who seek my talents. And...save her? If your thinking of momma then by those who watch over the lands. I will fix her.”

She glances towards the questions last part, and giggles softly, as she replies in a very amused toon,” And when did I ever say I wanted to savey save myself? I want to go down this road knowing it has been fun every step, of the way way.” She giggles happily,” Dee knows she crazy, you can’t save that,” She says in a rather giddy tone.

[pinxiedust]

Raid healing while you heal-lead

[danoriathemedic]

Yes...so...so true...

[danoriathemedic]

Faceless Curiousity

She sat there, at the work table, writing away along the parchment that was her tome. She was fascinated. She knew there was much work, quite many a work to be done but..so much was now underway.

She glances over what she had acquired through those who had aided her in her search. Thanks to the hospital she was able to salvage and understand some of the things going on. the saronite shavings in the oily substance, the patch of skin she acquired. Blood samples, the woman delved into her work. Trying to crack the information she was receiving. Going over a few of the names.

Orkus, Ai a pandaren, A Forsaken Argent, and few others. She scowls within her respirator. As she goes over some of the weapons described used, the reactions from people. Glimpses of times long past, driven into a strange dream between nightmare and reality. She taps the quill gently on the parchment as she sighs, a rasping breath coughing.

She would remove the respirator and cough again, covering her mouth with her hand. Looking towards the flaked flesh, the red of her phlegm bloody contents. She goes over it, pieces of her lung if not the Trachea...

She sighs, she needed to be repaired, she knew that much. She would need to have it done so and soon. She was straining but she already had her moment with Zay, with mary...She would complete her obsession at this time. Why did the Faceless attack...and how to save those who were inflicted...she glances towards the powder she was given, and some of the tomes about the Old Ones...maybe it was to be found there...the Apothecary Fleshcrafter would help the city...She had too, she needed a way to redeem her family name, and this task was the key to completing her hearts desire...

[danoriathemedic]

Mother Dear Mother

Everything was set up, was placed and ready, as the medic went about the room. Gazing upon her mother in a mixture of joy and of sorrow. She was thrilled the broodmother was returned to her, it felt so long, so very long since she laid eyes upon her.

She applies the needles, the injections, to make sure the woman slept peacefully. She did not wish the mother to awaken, oh no no no, that would not do. She did not need her mother tearing through Silvery moon moon. No none indeed.

She sits alongside her on the bed, gazing down upon the female, Veu’zal, stood nearby, glowing, watching and overseeing what is to be seen between the two, the elven woman smiles, leaning down. Rasping as she giggles within her respirator. The cowl was back, the goggles off, gazing.

She reached a hand down, stroking along her hair, so long, so very long, the ordeal was disorienting, she couldn’t remember much of it. But she pushed it aside. As she giggles, peering down upon Kytaera bloodravager now mending and recovering.

“ Momma’s back...back from death...hehee....welcome home momma~...” She says tenderly rasping, as she sits there, alongside Tae. She stayed by here. All night long, and day, as she would work upon bringing perfection back to her flesh, and seeing about the contamination that now was within her body.

She would be at this with the utmost care, for her treasure was back, her prize she wanted for so long to come back...Mother...She lays alongside the woman, taking comfort in the moment, letting weakness take over, she drifted off to sleep alongside Tae as Veu’zal watched over the two and Zaytan was sleeping in a chair nearby.

[thetirisfaltheatretroupe]

You Are Cordially Invited

WHAT: The Tirsfal Theatre Troupe’s 2nd Annual Big Hallow’s End Bash WHERE: Caer Darrow WHEN: Friday, October 23rd, starting at 7 PM WrA Server (9 MG Server) WHO: YOU! THE HORDE! (or Alliance with Horde alts!) WHY: Because we love you!

It’s that time again, everyone! The Tirisfal Theatre Troupe is celebrating its second year since we began performing for everyone!

People from all servers, all factions, all dimensions are welcome to attend our Annual Big Hallow’s End Bash, and celebrate two glorious years of acting and shenanigans! But if you come from another dimension, please check all Iron Horde armaments and Shadow Council membership cards at the door!

Come in costume! Order food from our exquisite menu! Dance the night away! Partake of the terrifying sights that grip this haunted locale! Attend any one of our many events going on through the evening! But don’t forget to sign the guest list, because no one can take you higher!

THE BOAT LEAKS, THE DOCK CREAKS

You step off the rickety old boat, and find yourself looking on at the harrowing isle of Caer Darrow. Walk the cobblestones of this isle steeped in tales of cabalist murder and eternal torment, where cadavers become monsters and spirits saw no rest!

The keep once overlooked the land from here, and forth from the doors of Scholomance which it became, the damnedable sins of Kel'thuzad came to fruition. The birth of the Scourge took place within these walls.

Though tranquil now, and evicted of the wickedness that long held it like a vice, the isle still taunts the living (or living impaired) with the haunting screams of those who once called it home.

What better place to blaze loud music, start uproars of laughter, and celebrate good times, am I right?

EVENTS!

Just like last year, we plan to stuff a crazy amount of events throughout the night to take part, so if you don’t like one thing we’re doing, there’s always an alternative! Take a look at what we have planned so far, and know that more is to come!

FANCY FISTICUFFS

I say, old chap, have you ever heard of naked boxing? Yes, seems to be quite the glorious sport among ruffians, indubitably.

We should make our own gentlemen’s version, where the goal is not to be completely naked, but to wear the classiest white or grey quality items and beat the monocles off one another in unarmed, hand to hand fisticuffs! Should you come in costume to the party, don’t forget to bring a tux or dress to get fiesty and fisty in. Mhm'yess, that last part was mild innuendo for all you lower society chaps, mmhmhmm. No abilities, no special buffs, just a bunch of dukes and duchesses duking it out in the most dapper way possible! What’s that, you say? What shall the winner receive? That’s a surprise!

PET BATTLE TOURNAMENT

It pays to pet battle, and we’re gonna prove it! Special rules will apply in this particular tournament, and each round will have special rules, from only using specific types of pets, to using only pets you’ve not used throughout the night! Raise a nice balanced team, because the winner will walk out with some great prizes, as well as a chance to play against our Troupe Champion! With Hellsqueal having been booted off of Xeramas last year, who could this year’s champ be?

Prizes include several rare and ready to go battle pets, including…

Cinderpup (level 25)

Netherpup (level 25)

Kovok (level 25)

Gooey Sha-ling (level 25)

Sen'jin Fetish (level 25)

Frostwolf Pup (level 25)

COSTUME PARADE & CONTEST!

Let’s face it, even if this party weren’t happening near Hallow’s End, why the hell would we not make it a costume party anyway? We’re theater nerds!

Come dressed up as your favorite lore figure, or a creation of your own! Dress you and your friends in a large clunky horse costume, or try to take the prize alone! Following the costume parade, we will begin judging entries in the costume contest!*

There is a wonderful grand prize of 10,000g to the winning costume (or costumes!), with a 5,000g secondary prize, and 2,500g third prize!**

Of course, not everything need be a competition. Meet at the docks and take part in the costume parade, even if you aren’t in the costume contest! We’ll take it to the venue where we plan to judge the finalists, but be sure to wave at all the ghosts on your way there! They don’t like being ignored…

SIGN-UP EARLY FOR THE COSTUME CONTEST, OR WHEN THE PARTY BEGINS! ENTRIES CLOSE AT 9 (11 Moon Guard time)

* This year, to avoid confusion about how we do this, 10 finalists will be selected from among the best costumes, and the audience will vote for the 3 best among them. The addon “Poll” will be used to tally votes for ease. ** Please note that all gold prizes are WrA only. We are sorry for any inconveniences!

THE GUESTBOOK DRAWING

Last year, we sold raffle tickets at 150g a pop, with no limit on how many could be bought. Much to the dismay of many, we had someone win more than one prize due to this. This year, however, we’re changing the rules a bit. First, everyone who signs the guest list, be they from Wyrmrest or Moon Guard, or Proudmoore or what have you, is automatically entered in the drawing! Only one prize may be won by any single person.

And the best part? It’s all COMPLETELY FREE, just for signing our guestbook! Take a look at some of the prizes we’ve already acquired this year! Keep in mind, we’re still adding more prizes.

Void Shrouded Satchel (Heirloom/BoA)

Battered Hilt (YOU know the one!)

Tome of the Lost Legion (Quest item, gives Warlocks their green fire. A great cosmetic altering item, and quite rare!)

Get-Out-Of-Banishment-Free Amulet (AKA game-time!)

Transmog Helms (from the Blizz store!)

Sky Golem

Mechano-Hog

Thundering Ruby Cloud Serpent (Alani)

AND MORE TO COME! We’re adding more prizes to this list all the time, so check back often to see what we’ve added! *

We love giving to the community, so we don’t mind giving any of these for nothing at all! No raffle tickets this year, you automatically have a chance of getting any of these great prizes just for being here with us! It’s our thanks to you!

PRE-SIGN UP BY SENDING A NOTE HERE ON TUMBLR, CONTAINING YOUR CHARACTER’S IC AND OOC NAME AND YOUR SERVER! (I promise I won’t miss the notes this time) * In addition to prizes being added, some prizes MAY be distributed to other sub-events as well! Keep in mind, this list is subject to change, but each one of these mentioned will be up for grabs at the party!

THE TOY-RENA!

Love those toybox items but hate not having anyone to play with? Come join us in the Toybox Arena, where we’ll coordinate several different matches based on the various fun and entertaining toys Blizzard has introduced throughout the years, now handily stored in the toybox tab and ripe for abuse! Don the spirit of a masked wrestler and take part in our Lucha Melee, or break out the old tonk controller and do your best to shoot the crap out of the competition! Like shiny things? Grab a wand and play some wand tag with us!

No prizes for this one (yet), but damned if it ain’t fun!

AT THE DOCKS, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM!

What would a Hallow’s End themed party be without scary stories? Come see our local lorekeeper down by the docks, and learn of the terrifying events that transpired on the very isle this party takes place on. WARNING, may be a little too much for those with weak stomachs…or the Alliance, mwahahahahaa!

THE TIRISFAL PLAYWRIGHT CONTEST

Take part in the festivities in the best way possible - write us a play! It can be about anything! An old tauren teaching a goblin the value of hard work, the meloncholy day in the life of the world’s most unlucky Forsaken, or perhaps an elf who deals with the horror of misplacing his hair care products!

The deadline for entries is October 16th! More details can be found here;

http://thetirisfaltheatretroupe.tumblr.com/post/127442691209/the-tirisfal-playwright-contest-now-until-oct

The winning play will be performed towards the end of the night, along with our own Hallow’s End tradition, “Wrap of the Lunch King”. The writer of the winning play will also be invited to take a bow with us at the end of the night!

FEATURE PRESENTATION: “WRAP OF THE LUNCH KING”

The Scourge War, truly a time of great loss and strife. Between the events that caused its tragedies to unfurl, and the eventual fall of the Lich King who sat at the helm of the conflict, very little humor can be found in these events. That is PRECISELY why we look to change that! Laugh in the face of tragedies, and do not let them hold power over you! Bust your gut at the musical exploits of Kel’thuzad, as he woefully tries in vain to get a ‘happening’ party off the ground for his soldiers in Naxxramas, only to be interrupted constantly by that lumbering Fordring! Attend a side-splitting class under Instructor Razuvious, as his flawed teaching methods are picked apart one by one by none other than his own students! And laugh together in power over our vanquished enemy, the Lich King, as he is constantly interrupted at lunch time by the Twilight Cult going door to door to convert people. The show will take place at the end of the night, with the prize raffle and fireworks show following it! We do hope you enjoy!

EXPLOSIONS, WE GOTTA HAVE MORE EXPLOSIONS!

Jaylith Duskholm has been cooking up one hell of a show for you all this year, and if our Silvermoon extravaganza or, hell, ANY of her beautifully coordinated shows are anything to go by, this will be one to remember, and a great closing ceremony as well! Those who stayed with us the whole evening will get a chance to marvel at the glorious work of Jaylith and the rest of the Tirisfal Theatre Troupe!

WANT TO HELP? WE WANT YOUR HELP!

Let’s face it, we’re a really small group! To make all this possible, we’re gonna need help from people like you! If you’d like to help us run the events, please get in contact with me! Care to donate gold or services? Get in touch with Atos-Wyrmrest Accord, Horde side if so! Workers for the evening will be paid by the hour in gold, and it’s gonna be a lot of fun no matter what, so why not join us?

We’re also in the market for a DJ, for live music streaming! If anyone has a stream they run regularly that they’d be willing to let us use as well, that too would be great!

OUR GIFT TO YOU

Not every year can be a stellar success. While we always enjoy the time we spend performing for you, the RP community, I feel we’ve had a trialling year. We’ve failed to deliver on our ‘bigger and better’ motto that we took upon ourselves last year, and we’ve suffered a bit from it. However, we see the Big Bash as a new beginning, just as we did last year! We’re hoping to redifine ourselves, and to help everyone have as grand an evening as we can possibly bring!

So join in on this wonderful tradition, and be part of something grand!

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST AND REBLOG AS MUCH AS YOU CAN! WE WANT THE WHOLE WORLD OF WARCRAFT TO KNOW ABOUT THIS IF POSSIBLE!

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BOOSTING BECAUSE YOU WILL LOVE THEM.  I GUARANTEE IT!