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Astalor
This became beloved in my guild's discord that... One has made a meme.
30 seconds into WoW:Midnight and I think Lor'themar should be allowed to kill Turalyon with a blunt object
this is the funniest "get out of cat form you stupid fucking druid" message ive ever seen
Golden Ratio
Even though the Golden Ratio is mathematical beauty, doesn't mean your back needs to be shaped as such. Straighten up!
(( Cebina goes into boss mode. Ready for Midnight <3 ))
Meeting of the Magisters
Magistrix Sidori Silverspell (@inathia) Magister Vinlan Duskfury (@ronaestrider) Get to know <Phoenix Guard>'s new Magistry sponsors (NPCs) and what criteria they have set for reactivating the dormant military unit. Surely, they won't have to use this document and nothing will ever go wrong... (Cross-posted from our Discord server in case anyone is interested! We will be officially re-opening at the Midnight pre-patch.)
A Cautionary Visit
[[ Co-written with @thefugitivemango player of @brent-sunborn . @phaithkingston belongs to me. @kaiekasunwhisper , @cebinaruavin and @kynlea for character mention.]]
~*~*~
~ Gilneas, year 42 ~
Birds were chirping in the trees just outside the window at the Kingston residence. Phaith moved about the kitchen as she did every morning. She was an early riser, and often awoke before her partner. Sheâd gotten into the habit of making a late breakfast for herself and Brent. Today was a bit different, however. They had a guest!Â
The redhead smiled at the blue haired elven woman as she placed the food down on the table. A friend of Brentâs, sheâd said⊠Phaith had been suspicious at first, worried that the woman might have been associated with Brent's past as a cultist, or perhaps an ex-girlfriend heâd neglected to mention⊠Thankfully, a brief conversation had put those worries to rest. One of the few friends Brent still had left in QuelâThalas, it seemed.
âThere we are. He should be joining us at any moment.â
As if on cue, the kettle whistled. Syrielleâs ears flickered happily as she watched the Gilnean woman head back over to the kitchen to remove it from the burner. There was an obvious noble upbringing in how she moved about, effortlessly and perfectly pouring three cups of tea and carrying the tray over without spilling a drop, as though sheâd rehearsed the movements her entire life. Her posture was perfect, her hair and makeup done up nicely and she wore fine clothing that accentuated an amazing pair of breasts. Brent certainly had taste!
âThank you,â she accepted the cup, suddenly happy that the same proper style and etiquette had been drilled into her as a Magistrix in Silvermoon City.Â
Part of her was excited to finally meet the woman Brent had been talking about over the past few years, but at the same time, she wasnât here to deliver the best of news. She held back a sigh, still uncertain on what to say.
The silence between the two women broke as Brent descended from the upstairs bedroom. He wasnât expecting guests, so he lazily pulled up some comfortable lounge pants over his naked form. He neglected a shirt. The residence was kept plenty warm, even amidst the cold perpetual rain that rinsed the Gilnean countryside. He yawned, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he reached the final step and turned the corner into the kitchen.
âMm, put your tea down, sexy. Despite how hard we went at it last night, Iâm still plenty ready for another round if youââ
He froze.
Was he seeing things? No, this wasnât a hallucination. Was it a bad dream? Please, Gods, it was a bad dream! He rubbed his eyes again slowly, before blinking, as if to clear any hindrance from his vision. There was none.
âS-Syrielle?â he managed to sputter, as his brain started to catch up to what he was witnessing.
Mission Suspicion
[[ Co-written with @thefugitivemango player of @brent-sunborn . @nepenthea / @pariker for character mention.]]
~*~*~
~ Duskwood, Year 36 ~
Wheels creaking, hoofsteps along cobbled paver stones, and hushed whispers. The wagon crept slowly and quietly through the Duskwood's roads. The paths were precious; the unforgiving woods around them devoured anything and anyone that strayed from them. Good and evil alike.Â
Creach Irestone was most assuredly the latter; a heartless murderer, a remorseless thief, and a devout Twilight Adherent to this day. Too many zealots like him took the fall of Ny'alotha as prophecy. A greater sacrifice would bear greater power and rewards to those who stayed the path. His clandestine criminal operations were but one more cog keeping the Twilight machine moving. And through his efforts, that machine went from limping to running. He had to be eliminated.
The bulk of Phaith and Brent's investigation had led to this. Working their way through underlings, piecing together clues, finally finding where and when the elusive Creach would be. This was their chance!Â
The wagon wheels skidded as the mule stopped short, spooked by movement along the treeline.
"Bah, relaxâ jus' shadows." the Dwarf reassured the beast. "Dark as these woods are, we'll be jus' fine long as we keep t' thâ"
Before he could finish the sentiment, he, too, saw shadows move. More than just wolves or worgen lurking in the underbrush. Something encroached. He stood, drew his rifle up from his side, and peered down the sights as he surveyed the area. Irises in his eyes shifted, elongating into slits as his cornea turned a sinister glowing yellow. The braids of his beard melded together into tentacles, thirty to forty of them hanging from his chin and cheeks. His "gift" from N'Zoth.
"C'mon out, then!" Creach shouted, voice echoing darkly. "I know yer out there! I can see yeh! Cannae hide from me!"
Nothing. Silence.Â
âthen, the Dwarf whipped around in a flash, and set his sights on⊠a lone woman, coming down the road ahead.Â
"--Oi! Hold it!"
The woman stopped in her tracks, brown eyes wide with fear. Her long red hair had started to come undone from what had been a lovely stylized ponytail. A noble woman, from the looks of it. The golden hair clip and pendant signified wealth, along with the lovely robes she was wearing. Her cloak opened at the front as her arms went up to show she was unarmed, along with what appeared to be a rather full pouch of coins.
âP-please,â her voice shook, âI lost my way and⊠andâŠâ She shook her head, âI need to get to a town or⊠or somethingâŠ. IâŠâ She gasped as she got a better look at the dwarf, first the glowing yellow eyes and then the tentacles. âLight! W-what are you?!â
With the Dwarfâs focus drawn away, Brent slinked through the shadows into the wagon, silent as a tomb. Inside, the remnants of an obelisk. Barely half of one, but a single pebble was already too much. Skilled Twilight Ritualists and stonemasons could reconstruct the pylons, and anchor the Black Empire back to this world. Brent frowned.
The obelisk would have to wait. He stepped around it, mindful not to touch it even with his shadow, for fear of re-awakening it prematurely. Darkness had a habit of feeding off energies. Nothing would give away his advantageous position quite like the runes thrumming to life!
This plan was necessary, sadly. Brent didnât want Phaith in harmâs way if he could help it, but in this case he didnât have much choice. While Brent had attained a unique blend of power and skills to go undetected, Creach was granted a boon that well countered it. His âgiftâ was one of sight. Heâd see Brent comingâ in fact, he very nearly did! Only with a suitable diversion could Brent get close enough to get the jump on the Dwarf.
âHrrmmâŠâ Creach spit, mumbling.Â
His rifle kept pointed at Phaith, though it relaxed loose in his grip. His face returned to its natural form, tentacles blending back into a beard, as his eyes shifted and turned.Â
âSâpose it were a trick oâ thâ low light âround here, aye lass?â he suggested, firmly. âFolks see all sorts of shite in these woods. âCourse, if yeh reckon it were yer mind playinâ tricks, wonât be a need fer me tâ convince yeh otherwise. If yeh understand my meaninâ.â
He gave his rifle a gentle pat, to emphasize his âsubtleâ threat. Somehow, he looked creepier in his regular form. Eyes unashamedly peering at Phaith, admiring and assessing her body as if she were some manner of exotic dancer. Or worse; a tasty piece of meat. He licked his lips, before winking at her.
âCold night. Dangerous one, too. All manner oâ monsters roaminâ these woods. Woman like you, all alone anâ on foot? Amazed yâ lasted this long on yer own!â Creach guffawed, shaking his head. âCould give yeh a lift back tâ town, save yeh on thâ legwork. Anâ keep yeh safe, tâ boot. âCourse⊠one ride deserves another.â
He chuckled, leering at the noblewoman with unsavory intent.
âI-I beg your PARDON?!â
Cognitive Overload
(( Xenedar, year -1,200 ))
â--SERRES, NO!â
But she was already in action, her mind made up. Her sharp blade cut quickly across the childâs throat, severing the carotid artery. They would bleed out fast. Granting them the mercy of a quick death was the least she could do. Sheâd weighed their options quickly in her head, and knew her partnerâs kind heart wouldnât be able to do the unthinkable. Thatâs what she was there for. Heâd chosen her as his Second for situations just like this. To step in where he fell short.
She knew heâd be opposed to her actions, so she wasnât surprised when she felt his hand grab her shoulder and pull her back. Serres braced herself. Hitting the rocky ground didnât phase her too much.
Raetos rushed in as the light faded from the child's gaze. It was too late. The deed was done.
âWHAT DID YOU DO?!â he yelled frantically, despair evident in his tone.
A strong beam of light erupted from the childâs body before she had a chance to reply, blinding them both. Serres curled up and shielded her eyes as everything around them turned to white. It was sudden and overwhelming. Everything around them shifted. For a moment, she worried that sheâd made the wrong choice, but almost as suddenly as it had begun, the distressing feeling dissipated, replaced by a serene calmness. She breathed in, then let out a sigh of relief, feeling soothed and renewed. The ground beneath her shifted to metal, and as the light faded, she recognized golden interior designs of the Xenedarâs trial chamber. She glanced down at herself. The wounds sheâd acquired during the trial were gone. All was well.
Her eyes widened, and she sat up to look at her partner. He was on his knees, doubled over as the Light seeped into his being. As it was absorbed, the changes to his physical form became evident. Golden markings and tattoos covered his skin from head to hoof in intricate designs, and his horns and crest were larger and more pronounced. Once light brown hair was now pure white, and as he opened his eyes, she couldnât help but gasp at his radiant golden gaze.
Raetos had successfully Lightforged!
âWe did it!â She exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.
She was up and at his side in an instant, grinning ear to ear and wrapping her arms around him in a celebratory hug. She couldnât believe it was finally happening! The moment theyâd waited for their entire lives! Years of studying and training, discussing and imagining what their trials would look like. Observing all others who attempted it before them, watching them either pass or fail. It was finally his turn! His moment! And with her own trial coming up within the year, they could truly celebrate. They could be together and fight the Legion side by side, just as theyâd always wanted. She drew back slightly to look him over once more. Light! He looked amazing!Â
But her smile faltered. Something was wrongâŠ
Surface Pressure
(( Xenedar, year -1,200 ))
âHiding again?â
Raetos sighed, turning his head to glance at his friend as she poked her head around the stack of crates. Her luminous blue eyes were just bright enough to show her concerned features in the otherwise dark storage room. Her lovely face was always a welcomed sight, especially in moments like these. He wasnât at all surprised sheâd managed to find him. She knew all of his hiding spots.
âYeah,â he admitted as he watched her squeeze her lithe form between the boxes to come join him.
âCommander Rhykoth is out there looking for you,â she said as she took a seat on the ground next to him,
âUgh! When is he not?â
âI alluded that you were probably on the other side of the ship. That should buy you some time.â
âThanks, Serres,â he managed a weak smile, âNeeded some time alone to think. Tomorrow is⊠a lot of pressure, you know?â
She nodded knowingly, inching closer and taking his hand in hers.
âYeah, I know⊠But, youâve got this, Rae. Youâre going to do fine tomorrow,â she reassured him âWeâve been training for the Trials since we learned how to walk. Youâre ready.â
âI guess,â he replied, slouching down a bit, his gaze fixed on some unknown point ahead in the dark, âBut⊠youâve seen what happens to those who fail. What ifââ
âNone of that talk,â Serres leaned in and gave his side a light jab, âYou need to be confident going into this. Donât start doubting yourself now! Iâve seen the reports on your progress. Youâve been doing amazing on the field! Youâre fast, strong, and an excellent shot. Your survival skills are phenomenal and youâve even got a few good demon skirmishes under your belt. The only thing that can stop you is, well⊠you!â
Raetos nodded along to her words, but a frown remained on his features. What she said made sense, and she was going to be his partner throughout the trial. Her quick thinking and sharp mind would be a big help where he knew he could fall short. The two of them were a perfect balance. He was convinced there was nothing they couldnât succeed at, as long as they were together. Still, there was a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something he just couldnât shake.
âEverything is going to change.â
Realized I haven't posted anything here in a while. Raetos has been going through some stuff! Screenshots from some RP scenes with @argonas and @avehi-the-adamant who belong to @thefugitivemango <3
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