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[roselyn-ravenblade]

(( Prompt time! )) A mysterious envelope bearing what appeared to be three runes forming a broken monster's skull was left on Roselyn's bed...

The lay sister stared on the mysterious envelope with some skepticism, wringing her hands. Her room was a quaint bunk beneath the Cathedral’s main hall, shared with some of the Clergy. As accessible as it was, it would be easy to have confused where she slept for another bed. 

Besides, people didn’t leave evil looking envelopes on her bed on a regular basis.

Still, she finally managed to pick the horrid envelope up, flipping it around to search for an addressee. 

( @ricardyan )

[ricardyan]

The envelope lacked both an addressee as well as an addressor, only having the unusual runes for where an addressee would be stated. The other side for opening the envelope, on the other hand, was sealed with a simple, plain seal: no special markings or colorations.

[ricardyan]

Passing the Torch

“Are you sure about this? You are an exalted hero to quite a few, even if other heroes may not know you that well.”

“It is for the better, but are you sure of this as well? You may end up having a cult following with how you led them to fight a war that almost claimed them once.”

As the fighting in Draenor concentrated heavily on Tanaan Jungle and the citadel within its Fel-corrupted heart, Sanctuary found itself in need of new aid as the veterans hailing from Azeroth previously to lend a hand were ready to pack up and let the world’s native denizens clean up the mess. Sure, some heroes would stick around to ensure Hellfire Citadel and the horrors within would not pose a threat to the world, but not as many were needed as they were with the initial steps of the war. Sanctuary found home within Ricardys’ joint garrison, offering supplies and people from the rebuilt village that migrated across Shadowmoon Valley. With the influx of helping hands, even if some were not exactly alive, more opportunities arose for Azeroth’s own troops and laborers from Darnassus and Stormwind to pack up and return home. Overlooking the merger in motion, the Dark Lord stood by the side of the Lady Lightbringer (as he would often refer to her as).

Her eye shifted up towards the Dark Lord’s head, even if the tall, armored, massive frame with dark metal shoulders protruding smoldering claws obstructed the view of the crowned, hooded head veiled by its own blood red emanations and darkness that obstructed even the most potent scrying from revealing his face. Her innate tone of a feral feline radiated a calm satisfaction as her dark, polished lips parted. “I’ve been waiting for this day, since it is about time my family steps away from all this war to teach, aid, and learn from others. Maybe some of the younger generation would like to learn of the Divine Flame if the traditional Holy Orders are too rigid or imposing for their tastes."

“An alternative to being a typical zealot?” As intimidating as the Dark Lord’s powerful voice was (even at a casual tone), the Lady Lightbringer did not embrace fear to his being. Instead, her lips curled into a smirk with amusement.

“Of course, my dear brother-in-law.” Her face slowly redirected back to the crowds in the heart of the garrison, witnessing partnerships and dealings back and forth between the new arrivals and those on the way out. “We need not any more surges of unwarranted zealotry. I’m sure those in the dark like yourself would appreciate not having more misguided souls turn blades and faith against yourselves unprovoked. --and for those that want to say your presence is provoking, that’s on their heads: not yours.”

“In any event, it’s time we stepped away from this mess and returned to our families.” The Dark Lord nodded following the suggestion, with the Lady Lightbringer nodding in return. “I’m sure the leaders of both cities will want resources back, but at this point this place can handle anything thrown at them. Let it be their new Sanctuary. I’ll catch you later.”

The two nodded once more as the Dark Lord called forth his companion, assuming the form of a steed of crimson energy and metal, taking mount before strolling away. As he left the new Sanctuary, a cloaked figure passed by. The Dark Lord took a moment to eye the newcomer due to what he sensed of the being, but kept to himself his perceptions. The figure quietly made its way through the busy crowds without drawing too much attention from the guards towards the steps to the main keep. The Lady Lightbringer arched a brow, along with several guards with her that caught wind of the stranger’s presence, carefully readying weapons while the Lady kept her sword and shield sheathed and slung.

“You were looking for a pupil, yes?” The voice was certainly ‘womanly’, matured with a perception of hope, yet touched with a bitter tale unspoken. The Lady could not help but arch a brow, curious to what she was sensing, but also amused by the turn of events...

[roselyn-ravenblade]

Shhh, don’t tell (( For Amchur ))

(My muse confesses a secret to your muse.)

The lay sister closed her eyes against the presence of the Death Knight a moment, before gazing on him fully, forcing it. “I’m…afraid of what you do. What you are. It twists up my stomach to a knot. But…I know its all wrong to be this afraid. You’re just about as much a person as anyone else. And you fight for every lady and gent about here as devoutly as any man of the Light, I wager. And that…well. It earns a healthy bit of respect from me.”

Roselyn wrung her hands, trying a smile. “Besides, being afraid never got anyone anywhere, did it?”

( ricardyan )

[ricardyan]

The Dark Lord nodded, standing monstrously tall yet relaxed with both hands behind his back, clasping one another gently. Imposing as he stood, coupled with the depth and power of his voice, his gaze and tone were calm. “Many fear what they do not understand, especially when involving the depths of darkness in which Light cannot reach. Many that traverse the unknown path with no guide find themselves consumed by the very facet they aim to explore, or the very fear they sought to conquer. To have the courage to face your fears, though...”

His right hand removed itself from the left’s presence to gently place itself in its plated glory of dark metal and red markings upon the Lay Sister’s complementing shoulder. “You show more courage than most in your position, or even those that lavish themselves in prestige and glory. An open mind and open heart, even if they must be guarded carefully, can go a long way. May others find teachings in your words so that they, too, can let the merits of others speak for themselves.”

[florkofcows-deactivated20180315]

Oh Hearthstone I love you. One of my favorite cards.

[ricardyan]

A Warlock’s answer to being dealt a bad hand. ))

[fyeahrpmemes-blog]

For rpers: reblog if you are 18+

[uselesswarlock]

(( Amchur )) "You ought to cauterize whatever is making you spew that. ... or drink in the blood of more enemies."

Her eyes rolled as she wiped away the blood, “You know damn well neither of those are going to work. If it was that simple a lot less people would have their panties in a twist over my choice of magic.” Her face contorted in disgust at the taste in her mouth, pulling out a bottle of random booze that she, no doubt, stolen from the last tavern she was in. “Today is going to be a long day. What brings you out to my neck of the woods?”

[ricardyan]

The Dark Lord, veiled by the crowned hood’s shadow over the face and the blood red glow of his eyes, rolled his eyes. “Just visiting, even if the locals are a little wary of my presence.” He simply shrugged, caring not for the wary eyes on him. No longer was his frame a monstrous, tall figure, but the proportions and black armor etched with glowing red marks were still a sight to cause the average person to raise caution. “Even monsters can stop by once in a while to say ‘Hello’.”

[andydot-deactivated20140623]

Reblog if it is okay if I make fanart of your OCs

[customcoaster-deactivated202502]

Knock yourself out, there’s plenty to choose from.

[greekceltic]

I actually find this information REALLY HELPFUL when I visit someone else’s gallery and like their OCs. Not everyone is comfortable with fanart and few artists post whether or not they are.

[safrona-shadowsun]

(( Another ship! Anna and Ricardyan. :P ))

(I will assume you mean the Gravekeep and your leather-clad warrioress? :p This is all I could come up with lol)

[ ricardyan ]

[ricardyan]

(( XD Except it’s the Gravekeep and the young Moonkin. :P ))

[ricardyan]

Dark Lord Reborn

(( In first person perspective! Also this happened about a couple months ago in-game, but I didn’t make a post about it til now. ))

I should have been grateful for the second chance I was given. It’s rare, almost a miracle, for one to be touched by death to return to the realm of the living, once more able to walk again as a mortal man instead of a corrupted shell that such a man used to be. It gave a lot of hope for my future Sister-in-Law that had much expectations for me to father a future child.

However, it was not by choice. It was a wish that cost a lot more than I would’ve allowed to offer had I been conscious of the act. The journey I took was to find answers, but instead I was ripped away from what I was to become something that I could no longer accept. The voices of the dead went silent, my eyes no longer peered beyond the veil, my gargantuan size reduced to a normal man, and my blood returned to the crimson fluid it was once before. Now I was nothing more than a simple man in plate armor with only a fraction of the powers I had, vulnerable to forces I was once impervious or incredibly resilient to. Even the armor and axe that was one black and red no longer radiated a red glow: just a hollow shell of black metal remained.

As much as I tried to embrace the life of a mortal man once more, it could not replace the sense of duty and honor to the dead I had, be it those I find roaming the world beyond the veil or those in Draenor looking up to me for inspiration to fight a war to save their world. Some started doubting what I could do, causing commotion in Sanctuary as to how they should be led. Zerik, my trusted Talonpriest and second-in-charge of Sanctuary, knew the unrest could lead to either the doubting individuals to depart on their own or go so far as to cause an internal uprising if there was no hope left for their leader.

“Sir, there must be a way to restore you to your former glory lest we ultimately lose Sanctuary to unrest.” The Talonpriest was right to believe this situation could only get worse if something wasn’t done. I learned from my future wife of what happened, which led to the only course of action I could think of.

“I’ll make way towards the Edge of Reality for answers and take my beloved with me.” The two of us nodded in agreement. As I made haste to head out for the answers I sought, Zerik smiled with parting words:

“Shadows guide you.”

Although it took a fair bit of time traveling, my beloved and I reached--correction, returned--to the Edge of Reality. It was there I found a shadowy figure, clad in a plated robe, hood, and scythe in hand, floating before us.

“Why have you returned, Elf?” The figure pointed to her with his scythe with a menacing address to her presence. I stepped forward in his way, returning the gesture with my axe pointed back at him.

“We come for answers. What was the black blood all about, and why am I effectively neutered of my abilities? Why am I condemned to this fate?” Although the hood shadowed my face, my glare could be felt piercing into the figure’s gaze.

The figure nodded, unmoved... but intrigued. “You were given the second chance to live a mortal, and yet you come asking this? If you insist: the blood was merely a catalyst to awaken your abilities. Sure, it was forged from your blood when the Scourge plague infected you to the point of madness manifest, but it was no more than the trigger to bring out your soul’s potential. You realize what this means, I imagine?”

“That’s implying I, a Valorheart, have a dark soul, or even further: have the soul of a bringer of death.” It could be seen as an unsettling thought, but having existed half this lifetime as a walking monster it was moreso seeing logic than seeing the monster. “So if this special blood was merely a catalyst, why am I effectively powerless now?”

“Without the blood, your being went into a form of shock. You never did lose your abilities, but...” The figure peered once more to my wife before me once more. “You will need to figure out for yourself how to wake yourself up from the shock.” With that, the figure vanished, leaving the two of us the mystery. It took a while for us to ponder, but a thought came to mind...

I closed my eyes in deep focus, looking within for the very trigger needed. If the figure was speaking true, something would be here already to restore myself to my full, former glory once more. Many fragments of memories were revisited, but slowly faded as a red light could be seen in my mind. It was tempting to slip into a subconscious state, but I kept myself focused and vigilant for the answer. My lips parted to speak cryptic words, the red light illuminating the darkness around it even further. The black metal armor and axe slowly radiated the crimson glow as the words were further spoken. Just as things made sense back when I was slipping into madness from the Scourge plague, things made sense now as I realized exactly what was within.

With that knowledge, my eyes opened once more to reveal the blood red aura they had before.

[wyrmguardsecrets]

I love people who RP out-of-the-norm characters. Not cookie cutter. Gives people different RP to pursue. It helps to break the monotony of normal, every day walk ups in Stormwind. While I don't mean outside-of-lore beings, I do mean things likes Ethereals, Tanari, Quel'dorei, Half-Orcs, Hal-Elves, even secret demons. It's a wonderful addition to RP, and if you play it to expand on the lore of those beings, you can bring such amazing story to other people.

[ricardyan]

Fallen From Grace

It seemed that there had to be some moment of drastic change, never giving a lasting peace for the Dark Lord. Losing his family, become one with the dead, rediscovering family, leading vengeful dead to take back Draenor... Somewhere in between the events needed to be a break from the changes. Even his personal life had its own share of hefty changes: first finding love, then finding his love bearing their future daughter.

Within Sanctuary, due to recent events, his presence became a conundrum for its denizens: work force and protectors alike. Privately, in his own room with his second-in-command (a Talonpriest by the name of Zerik)...

“I’ve spent the time searching for answers, yet instead of answers I find myself neutered of my ability to serve and act as I was able to.” The Dark Lord paced back and forth, hands gently clasped behind his back. The Talonpriest nodded while listening further. “They know it as well. I tire, I require nourishment, I no longer can commune with the dead, I fatigue and can lose my strength in more ways than one... I’m no better than some generic knight with shadow magic. What used to be memories from the blood and essence of those I consume from is now a toxin, curse, or affliction.”

“If I may ask, m’lord...” Zerik sat a desk, looking over to his Dark Lord while scribbling notes of his own on a parchment with a quill pen. “What happened that cursed you to being mortal once more?”

“I wish I knew the full details.” Just thinking about it forced unrest upon his mind. “The one responsible for the black blood that coursed through my veins, then, nearly killed me to claim the blood and essence as his own, even going so far as to assume my image. All I was told by my love and her sister was they slew the being, brought me to the Edge of Reality--a gateway to the Realm of Death, and had the essence responsible for the black blood removed instead of having me become the Shadow of Death. In some way I should be thankful I can be a normal man, again, but after giving the mortal life a fair try it’s not for me. I need to be out there, protecting those that sleep, putting the dead to rest--”

“Which we are aware of, m’lord.” Zerik had to cut the Dark Lord short before it led into rambling. The Dark Lord swiftly jerked his head toward Zerik. “The question is how do we get our Dark Lord back to his former glory? It is safe to say we can hold our own and operate independently, but morale won’t be as high as it was before without you being restored to the way you were.”

“The only thing I can think of is returning to the Edge of Reality and getting answers for a change.” The most the Dark Lord could do was shrug, out of any other ideas that could prove useful due to the limitations upon him. “It’s the best first step I can think of to return to me the powers and traits I had before. If I can do so without the ill effect of hindering healing magic it would keep my love’s sister at ease.”

“I will keep things in line here, m’lord.” The Talonpriest nodded. “In your absence we were able to stick together. This is simply another obstacle to overcome in our path to purging our world of the filth that is the Iron Horde and the Burning Legion. We will always be in your debt, and pray that your true potential returns to you.” The Dark Lord nodded to Zerik before proceeding out. However, Zerik stopped him just as he reached the door. “If it can be helped, perhaps you could return to your former size as well? Many found the large, hulking monster inspiring. The normal Human size you sport now doesn’t suit a man of your caliber and potential.”

“If it can be helped, I’ll look into it.” The Dark Lord nodded once more before leaving his quarters and eventually Sanctuary to pursue the answers to retrieve what was lost.

[safrona-shadowsun]

"This is Ric, or would be Ric if I was here to answer. Unfortunately, I'm busy at the moment, but if you leave a message after the sound of the moonkin I can get back to you on whatever it is you need me for." The message is followed by Lil' Ric going 'tweet'.

(A tipsy Safrona answered)

“Ricky rick…wheen are we going to have that drink you were talking ‘bout? This bottle’s not gonna drink itself…hehe..”

(An even MORE drunk Safrona left another message:)

“Why’re they called those moon kin anyway? They don’t look like nothing from the moon…oh……oh wait…wait…its the owl thing isn’t it? Lil Ricky should say ‘hoot’. Like…this.” Okay bye..!”

( /facepalms at Saf 

ricardyan )

[ricardyan]

The young moonkin arched a brow, looking up to his lightly plated ‘father’. Ricardys smirked with amusement from the message, noting: “True, you should hoot instead of tweet as a moonkin, kiddo... and I’m not sure which one of us she wants to have a drink with.”

“Maybe she was asking us both to drink with her?” Ricardys couldn’t help but chuckle to the moonkin’s suggestion.

[vandrysse]

(Custom prompt. XD ) "Those are nice buns!"

[This is like … incredibly old >_>]

Business at The Bunnery had picked up once news hit that Vandrysse had finally returned home. That wasn’t to say Apprentice Moireach hadn’t performed poorly (quite the opposite in fact), just that friends and acquaintances were eager to get the Baker caught up on the latest news and gossip.

Now, Vandrysse always dressed in neck-to-ankle, long-sleeved work robes. Over this she wore an apron in a contrasting color, which was usually dark earth brown and deep forest green, or vice versa. It was a style that would make Ellister proud, as among other things it did a superb job of hiding the shapely form underneath.

In the heat of the moment when she was balancing the act of checking on baking desserts, while helping with orders and dodging around the apprentice and whoever else might be assisting at the shop that day, Vandrysse was too busy to be “ladylike.” If something needed to be picked up, she simply bent over and did so without any more thought to the matter.

It just so happened in this particular instance that the Baker accidentally dropped an empty cookie sheet; bending over to retrieve it, she was unaware that Apprentice Moireach was setting out fresh pastries in the display case. Vandrysse didn’t recognize the voice that had just made a joyful proclamation about buns, but she did recognize that her tush was prominantly in the air. She stood up very quickly, sheet in hand.

“Pardon me?” A moonkin stood gawking at the glass. Vandrysse could almost see the reflection of the honey buns in its eyes; fresh on display, the glaze was still dripping wet very slowly over the round curve of pastry.

Embarrassed that her mind had to be retrieved from the gutter yet again, Vandrysse quickly forced a smile. “Why yes, they are! Would you like to try one?”

[ricardyan]

The young moonkin traveled far and wide to see the Bunnery he heard of in his travels with intrigue and a bit of a sweet beak to sate with pastries. He was quite shocked to see the Bunnery’s selection. Primarily raised in Darnassus, it was rare to find quite a few of the goodies offered, including honey buns! The sweet scent drew out the compliment about the buns from him, along with an open beak offering what it could to avoid salivating.

Upon hearing Vandy’s offer, his head swiftly turned to her, swiftly closing his beak to restore good manners before responding with excitement: “I would love to try one! They look so yummy!”

[vandrysse]

“Oh but they are! Here …”

Paper in hand, she selected a nice-sized roll, still warm with a heavenly scent. “First one’s free,” Vandrysse said with a grin, and somewhere, a customer chuckled. “Would you care for a drink? I have water, some fruit juice, milk …”

One of the things she enjoyed about The Bunnery was the opportunity to interact with such a diverse customer base. Admittedly, she didn’t get very many moonkin in her shop.

“Just so you know, we deliver as well - through standard mail or magic portal.” [ ricardyan ]

[ricardyan]

“Thankies!” The young moonkin did not hesitate to accept and take a hefty bite of the sweet pastry with a child’s zeal for sweet delights, giving it a hearty chew to savor the sweet taste and warm touch before swallowing it down his throat. “This IS yummy! I could use water, too. Stuffs get stuck in my beak. How much are they?” Happily he savored more of the honey bun.

[vandrysse]

She brought back a large glass of cool water, along with two cloths - one was damp, the other dry. Vandrysse wasn’t sure exactly how a moonkin properly cleaned itself, but she knew how much trouble it was getting glaze out of her fur, and the damp cloth really helped.The baker rattled off a price that seemed comparable to other vendors - some customers were surprised to learn that she didn’t charge an exorbitant amount for running a specialized shop. “You might be pleased to know that we’re working on delivery services. As long as you’re not terribly far from a sanctioned portal, and order a minimum amount - usually a baker’s dozen - we’ll come to you.”

[ ricardyan ]

[ricardyan]

The moonkin swiftly loaded his beak with the water, giving a couple careful sloshes before swallowing the liquid with some honey bun that did stick to the roof of his beak. After hearing the price and other offers: “Oh? Um…” It took a bit of shaking out his right arm, but several gold coins slipped away from under the feathers of his right arm to the floor. “I think this ought to do it. I’ll take that dozen thing you said! Um… Could it be sent to Darnassus?“

[vandrysse]

Out of nowhere, Apprentice Moireach was scooping up the gold coins so Vandy wouldn’t have to retrieve them. Quickly counting the amount, the dwarven woman said, “I’ll write a receipt, prolly could send our feathered friend another box or two. Stagger out the deliveries, aye?” Vandrysse nodded. “I’ll just need to get your shipping information, and we’ll be good to go. And if you know anyone else lookin’ for baked goods, be sure to send them my way. It was a pleasure doing business with you!”

[ricardyan]

“Oh! Umm...” The young moonkin pondered for a moment, unsure of his own address. “I dunno the place, but if you leave boxes with Lil Ric Bloodblaze on ‘em at the big temple place for the Moon lady they’ll find their way. Thankies for the bun and water! Tootles!”

With that, the moonkin invoked upon a little celestial magic to teleport him all the way to Moonglade. Although it was more likely to have the boxes waiting for him back in Darnassus, it was a short enough flight for the young moonkin to transform into a smaller avian form capable of flight.

[ricardyan]

(ooc) RP in-game for Amchur

So strange happenings occurred in game. I will try to work on getting something written here, but to catch up Tumblr to in-game: Amchur was hunted down by the one that gave him the ‘gift’ of the black blood in the first place. Thanks to Amchur’s future wife along with said future wife’s sister, the being was dealt with before it could kill Amchur and claim the black blood as its own. However, they had to take Amchur to the Edge of Reality (Shadowmoon Burial Grounds) to deal with the black blood since it prevented any healing from working on Amchur.

From there, the essence responsible for forging the black blood was removed, causing Amchur to return to being mortal again, which means he returns to being human-sized instead of being monstrously tall and large amongst other changes to becoming mortal.

My apologies if it seems like a half-assed explanation. Quite a bit happened that resulted in a huge change of pace for him.

[vandrysse]

(Custom prompt. XD ) "Those are nice buns!"

[This is like … incredibly old >_>]

Business at The Bunnery had picked up once news hit that Vandrysse had finally returned home. That wasn’t to say Apprentice Moireach hadn’t performed poorly (quite the opposite in fact), just that friends and acquaintances were eager to get the Baker caught up on the latest news and gossip.

Now, Vandrysse always dressed in neck-to-ankle, long-sleeved work robes. Over this she wore an apron in a contrasting color, which was usually dark earth brown and deep forest green, or vice versa. It was a style that would make Ellister proud, as among other things it did a superb job of hiding the shapely form underneath.

In the heat of the moment when she was balancing the act of checking on baking desserts, while helping with orders and dodging around the apprentice and whoever else might be assisting at the shop that day, Vandrysse was too busy to be “ladylike.” If something needed to be picked up, she simply bent over and did so without any more thought to the matter.

It just so happened in this particular instance that the Baker accidentally dropped an empty cookie sheet; bending over to retrieve it, she was unaware that Apprentice Moireach was setting out fresh pastries in the display case. Vandrysse didn’t recognize the voice that had just made a joyful proclamation about buns, but she did recognize that her tush was prominantly in the air. She stood up very quickly, sheet in hand.

“Pardon me?” A moonkin stood gawking at the glass. Vandrysse could almost see the reflection of the honey buns in its eyes; fresh on display, the glaze was still dripping wet very slowly over the round curve of pastry.

Embarrassed that her mind had to be retrieved from the gutter yet again, Vandrysse quickly forced a smile. “Why yes, they are! Would you like to try one?”

[ricardyan]

The young moonkin traveled far and wide to see the Bunnery he heard of in his travels with intrigue and a bit of a sweet beak to sate with pastries. He was quite shocked to see the Bunnery’s selection. Primarily raised in Darnassus, it was rare to find quite a few of the goodies offered, including honey buns! The sweet scent drew out the compliment about the buns from him, along with an open beak offering what it could to avoid salivating.

Upon hearing Vandy’s offer, his head swiftly turned to her, swiftly closing his beak to restore good manners before responding with excitement: “I would love to try one! They look so yummy!”

[vandrysse]

“Oh but they are! Here …”

Paper in hand, she selected a nice-sized roll, still warm with a heavenly scent. “First one’s free,” Vandrysse said with a grin, and somewhere, a customer chuckled. “Would you care for a drink? I have water, some fruit juice, milk …”

One of the things she enjoyed about The Bunnery was the opportunity to interact with such a diverse customer base. Admittedly, she didn’t get very many moonkin in her shop.

“Just so you know, we deliver as well - through standard mail or magic portal.” [ ricardyan ]

[ricardyan]

“Thankies!” The young moonkin did not hesitate to accept and take a hefty bite of the sweet pastry with a child’s zeal for sweet delights, giving it a hearty chew to savor the sweet taste and warm touch before swallowing it down his throat. “This IS yummy! I could use water, too. Stuffs get stuck in my beak. How much are they?” Happily he savored more of the honey bun.

[vandrysse]

[ ricardyan ]

[ricardyan]

The moonkin swiftly loaded his beak with the water, giving a couple careful sloshes before swallowing the liquid with some honey bun that did stick to the roof of his beak. After hearing the price and other offers: “Oh? Um...” It took a bit of shaking out his right arm, but several gold coins slipped away from under the feathers of his right arm to the floor. “I think this ought to do it. I’ll take that dozen thing you said! Um... Could it be sent to Darnassus?“

[vandrysse]

(Custom prompt. XD ) "Those are nice buns!"

[This is like … incredibly old >_>]

Business at The Bunnery had picked up once news hit that Vandrysse had finally returned home. That wasn’t to say Apprentice Moireach hadn’t performed poorly (quite the opposite in fact), just that friends and acquaintances were eager to get the Baker caught up on the latest news and gossip.

Now, Vandrysse always dressed in neck-to-ankle, long-sleeved work robes. Over this she wore an apron in a contrasting color, which was usually dark earth brown and deep forest green, or vice versa. It was a style that would make Ellister proud, as among other things it did a superb job of hiding the shapely form underneath.

In the heat of the moment when she was balancing the act of checking on baking desserts, while helping with orders and dodging around the apprentice and whoever else might be assisting at the shop that day, Vandrysse was too busy to be “ladylike.” If something needed to be picked up, she simply bent over and did so without any more thought to the matter.

It just so happened in this particular instance that the Baker accidentally dropped an empty cookie sheet; bending over to retrieve it, she was unaware that Apprentice Moireach was setting out fresh pastries in the display case. Vandrysse didn’t recognize the voice that had just made a joyful proclamation about buns, but she did recognize that her tush was prominantly in the air. She stood up very quickly, sheet in hand.

“Pardon me?” A moonkin stood gawking at the glass. Vandrysse could almost see the reflection of the honey buns in its eyes; fresh on display, the glaze was still dripping wet very slowly over the round curve of pastry.

Embarrassed that her mind had to be retrieved from the gutter yet again, Vandrysse quickly forced a smile. “Why yes, they are! Would you like to try one?”

[ricardyan]

The young moonkin traveled far and wide to see the Bunnery he heard of in his travels with intrigue and a bit of a sweet beak to sate with pastries. He was quite shocked to see the Bunnery’s selection. Primarily raised in Darnassus, it was rare to find quite a few of the goodies offered, including honey buns! The sweet scent drew out the compliment about the buns from him, along with an open beak offering what it could to avoid salivating.

Upon hearing Vandy’s offer, his head swiftly turned to her, swiftly closing his beak to restore good manners before responding with excitement: “I would love to try one! They look so yummy!”

[vandrysse]

“Oh but they are! Here …”

Paper in hand, she selected a nice-sized roll, still warm with a heavenly scent. “First one’s free,” Vandrysse said with a grin, and somewhere, a customer chuckled. “Would you care for a drink? I have water, some fruit juice, milk …”

One of the things she enjoyed about The Bunnery was the opportunity to interact with such a diverse customer base. Admittedly, she didn’t get very many moonkin in her shop.

“Just so you know, we deliver as well - through standard mail or magic portal.” [ ricardyan ]

[ricardyan]

“Thankies!” The young moonkin did not hesitate to accept and take a hefty bite of the sweet pastry with a child’s zeal for sweet delights, giving it a hearty chew to savor the sweet taste and warm touch before swallowing it down his throat. “This IS yummy! I could use water, too. Stuffs get stuck in my beak. How much are they?” Happily he savored more of the honey bun.

[vandrysse]

(Custom prompt. XD ) "Those are nice buns!"

[This is like … incredibly old >_>]

Business at The Bunnery had picked up once news hit that Vandrysse had finally returned home. That wasn’t to say Apprentice Moireach hadn’t performed poorly (quite the opposite in fact), just that friends and acquaintances were eager to get the Baker caught up on the latest news and gossip.

Now, Vandrysse always dressed in neck-to-ankle, long-sleeved work robes. Over this she wore an apron in a contrasting color, which was usually dark earth brown and deep forest green, or vice versa. It was a style that would make Ellister proud, as among other things it did a superb job of hiding the shapely form underneath.

In the heat of the moment when she was balancing the act of checking on baking desserts, while helping with orders and dodging around the apprentice and whoever else might be assisting at the shop that day, Vandrysse was too busy to be “ladylike.” If something needed to be picked up, she simply bent over and did so without any more thought to the matter.

It just so happened in this particular instance that the Baker accidentally dropped an empty cookie sheet; bending over to retrieve it, she was unaware that Apprentice Moireach was setting out fresh pastries in the display case. Vandrysse didn’t recognize the voice that had just made a joyful proclamation about buns, but she did recognize that her tush was prominantly in the air. She stood up very quickly, sheet in hand.

“Pardon me?” A moonkin stood gawking at the glass. Vandrysse could almost see the reflection of the honey buns in its eyes; fresh on display, the glaze was still dripping wet very slowly over the round curve of pastry.

Embarrassed that her mind had to be retrieved from the gutter yet again, Vandrysse quickly forced a smile. “Why yes, they are! Would you like to try one?”

[ricardyan]

The young moonkin traveled far and wide to see the Bunnery he heard of in his travels with intrigue and a bit of a sweet beak to sate with pastries. He was quite shocked to see the Bunnery’s selection. Primarily raised in Darnassus, it was rare to find quite a few of the goodies offered, including honey buns! The sweet scent drew out the compliment about the buns from him, along with an open beak offering what it could to avoid salivating.

Upon hearing Vandy’s offer, his head swiftly turned to her, swiftly closing his beak to restore good manners before responding with excitement: “I would love to try one! They look so yummy!”