A New Dawn

This blog is for the character Isabella Sita Nightsong, a Sin'dorei paladin on the Wyrmrest Accord (US) server. Almost all posts should be read as "in character" (IC) material that you are reading from an "out of character" (OOC) perspective. 

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog this if you roleplay or are willing to roleplay on Discord

[writing-and-nutmeg]

being a writer is hard

[heywriters]

[yespolkadotkitty]

LOUDER

[isabellasita]

OOC: RP feels

there are sometimes my RP is like "Bella said 'hello' and walks off." Other times... it is like a beautiful chorus that hits just the right note at just the right moment, and OOC I'm like "Who the F did that?!" and i realize I did, and I'm like "Nope. That's never happening again"

[itsapmseymour]

This sword is whispering evil cursed things to me,

Like “kitchens with carpeted flooring”

[as-in-petrichor]

Bathrooms with carpeted flooring.

[itsapmseymour]

More like.

BathTUBS with carpeted flooring

[isabellasita]

I'm not cleaning that.

[justs0meth0ughts]

"A heart that always understands, also gets tired"

[isabellasita]

Taunkale Village

Bella woke up from her short rest that was allotted her, after last night. She sat up listening to the village sounds wondering if it was all a dream, but then she smelled the all too familiar sounds of an active military camp: smoking camp fires, sweat, plate, leather, and the animals. She hated that smell.

 She longed for the smell of home, the farm, and fixing breakfast. "You signed up for this, now get up." She sighed and proceeded to put on her gear. Not necessarily her armor, but a little more casual.

After putting on her boots she made her way around the other sleeping soldiers to the main hall of the village. Hoping for some food and information she looked around for food or at least a stack of rations.

[isabellasita]

OOC Still need testing

I know it sounds very doom and gloom, but she is still strong and willing to fight. She is yelling at me for food, getting under our feet, and generally causing a muck.  She still has fight! gf.me/u/y53gkw

[isabellasita]

OOC I need help

My cat is very ill. She has been throwing up and not eating hard food for several months now. She has already been to an urgent care, but they could not find anything definitive and just gave her supportive care.

In order to get the answers we need, more tests are needed: blood work, Sonogram, barium test, ect. I am estimating it is going to cost about $1200. 

This is going to be the deciding factor on her quality of life. She can’t keep going like this, but we want to get some more years for her. 

https://www.gofundme.com/manage/kitty-needs-testing/donations

[outlanderamerica]

Happy Hanukkah to all those who celebrate!

[happylittletincans]

[happylittletincans]

Leaving

“Get your things together, we leave after we eat.” “Where are we going?” There was that nagging question. “I’ll let you know when I decide.” He walked out of the room with the two men grumbling about indecisions. He knew they weren’t happy with him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to admit what needed to be done, and what he longed to do.

[happylittletincans]

Accident?

As Stanba tried to come up with some kind of story, a younger monk ran into the room, “Elder?!” He cried for the other monks, and everyone came at the cry. “He slipped. I tried to catch him, but we both fell.” The monk’s surrounded their fallen elder, some weeping, some trying to heal him, and others standing in disbelief. Yama and the artist stood behind Stanba. They took his stammering as shock at what happened, and not him trying to cover his story. The two men removed Stanba from the room and took him to their quarters. The lamenting could still be heard throughout the building as the younger of the three closed the door. “I’m sure there was nothing you could have done.” Yama tried to tell him. All rush and urgency removed from Yama’s tone. “He just fell. The table broke, and he stopped moving.” “At his age, it is not a surprise that he should fall. You didn’t get hurt because you are younger and stronger.” Stanba realized that none of them even thought that he could be to blame.

[happylittletincans]

Not helpful

“Exactly. I want to be with her more than ever, with each passing day.” He sighed and sat back again. “What would you do?” He asked the monk. “I’d be an idiot and rush to her side, but that is just me.” The monk joked as he sat down in Stanba’s empty seat. “That isn’t helpful.” “You asked, I answered, you didn’t ask for a helpful answer.” The gleam in the monk’s eyes chaffed at Yama’s patience.

[happylittletincans]

The storm

At dinner time, Stanba looked out to the shrine, “Still no sign of him?” Asked *artist*. “None, what did he find in that library that upset him so. He didn’t even want to say anything to me when he came out.” “There is a storm coming.” Said a voice behind them. The same old monk was behind them with a candle. He pointed towards the nearby peak, where a terribly dark cloud was covering the stars and the lights flashing in those clouds eluded to a storm that would delay their trip even more. “We need to find Yama.” Said *artist* “You don’t have time. It will be on us in less than an hour. If you go out, you might not make it back in time.” “I have to try.” Said Stanba. He looked at *artsit*, “Stay here, I’ll be back before the storm hits.” He almost felt paternal as he headed out looking for Yama.

[happylittletincans]

Boss man

“Well, *artist* I’m Stanba, and the boss man is Yama.” “Boss man?” Yama looked over at Stanba. “Well it is your quest. Not mine, I’m just along for the fun.” “Alright then. You carry the bags.” He half meant it, but started to chuckle when Stanba backed away with his hands up. “Hey now! I’m no mule.”

[happylittletincans]

Art

“If that boy’s talent is half what I see here, that is one amazing woman you have there.” The tone of his voice made Yama flinch. “His talent is remarkable,” Yama said as he rolled up the canvas. “What strength she has in her easily dwarfs her beauty. She saved me, and not just my life.” “Alright, you have to tell me the story, now that I know your wife can turn into a dragon.” Stanba crossed his arms and sat on his bunk expectedly.