The Rose Of Pyrewood

Melliene Dallager-Blackmourne | Lady of Pyrewood | 'Lyre Ebons' | Bard | Cirque Performer | Woman of Many Aliases

[theroseofpyrewood]

Return of Melliene/New Blog/Looking For Contacts

Melliene Dallager is back, and she’s up to her usual shenanigans, and then some. Including performing, playing with demons and raising more than a little hell.

As of right now, I am looking for contacts to RP with via Skype and tumblr. She will not be in game until September due to a lack of funds to transfer her to my main account.

Two things to note:

After a year hiatus, I decided to create a new blog for Melliene, as a side blog on my main account. Any follow-backs/likes will be from WhimsicallyArt.

This means do not tag my old account (@roseofpyrewood) if you are looking to get my attention. I will be deleting my old blog in the coming weeks as I slowly get things from my old posts that I want before deleting them forever.

The second thing to note is though I do my best to avoid retcons and to work through issues, even created from OOC causes, IC and come up with an IC solution to work with them… I have to do a retcon so that I can enjoy Melliene again. I am retconning her pregnancy/the birth of her little girl a year ago.

The only brat in her life is still @marius-blackwood.

If you wish for my skype send me a message!

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[visualsymphony]

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything

Friedrich Nietzsche (via visualsymphony)

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Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

(`･ω･´) : What does your muse completely gush over?

＿|￣|○ : What situation would your muse give up in?

(｀-´)> : Who does your muse honor the most?

(´；ω；`): What brings your muse into a state of

depression?

ヽ(´ー｀)ﾉ : What calms your muse down?

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

(＃ﾟДﾟ) : What does your muse do if they're angry?

（ ´Д｀） : Is your muse loud in bed?

（　ﾟДﾟ） : What does your muse do when surprised?

┐('～`；)┌ : When your muse can't answer something, what

do they do?

（´∀｀） : What could your muse care less about?

（　´_ゝ`） : Who or what is your muse most indifferent

about?

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

( ﾟヮﾟ) : When is your muse happiest?

キタ━━━(゜∀゜)━━━!!!!! : What does your muse do when

very excited?

⊂二二二（　＾ω＾）二⊃ : Does your muse like to cuddle?

(　´Д｀)ﾉ(´･ω･`)　ﾅﾃﾞﾅﾃﾞ: Does your muse pat others on the

head? If not, do they get pat on their head?

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))): What is your muse terrified of?

Σ(ﾟДﾟ): What would your muse be most shocked to obtain?

( ﾟдﾟ): What amazes your muse?

(´ー`)y-~~ : Does your muse do any drugs? Smoke?

（ ^_^）o自自o（^_^ ） : How often does your muse drink?

ヽ(´ー`)人(´∇｀)人(`Д´)ノ: How friendly is your muse around new people?

('A`) : What does your muse do when they're alone?

（´-`）.｡oO( ... ) : What does your muse think about a lot?

(ﾟДﾟ;≡;ﾟДﾟ): Is your muse impatient?

( ´д)ﾋｿ(´Д｀)ﾋｿ(Д｀ ): Does your muse enjoy gossiping?

（･∀･)つ⑩ : Does your muse enjoy saving or spending money? Or are they indifferent?

(ﾟдﾟ): When your muse didn't expect something, what do they do?

(ﾟ⊿ﾟ) : Is your muse in denial a lot?

（・∀・） : Does your muse like to tease people?

（・Ａ・） : What does your muse consider to be bad?

(ﾟ∀ﾟ) : If your muse was a drug, what kind would they be?

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

♪┏(・o･)┛♪ : Can your muse dance well?

d(*⌒▽⌒*)b : What makes your muse the happiest they could ever be?

(╬ ಠ益ಠ): What infuriates your muse to the point they may kill whatever it is?

(≧ロ≦): Is your muse a screamer in bed?

(ΘεΘ;): How much of a tsundere is your muse?

（‐＾▽＾‐）: What does your muse's laugh sound like?

┌(；`～,)┐ : What discombobulates your muse?

ε=ε=ε=┌(;*´Д`)ﾉ : How does your muse run?

ヽ(´▽`)/ : What does your muse look like when happy?

ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ : Is your muse violent when angry?

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[theboozefairy]

💢 - Melly

Howick, using the wonders of a lock pick, manages to slip into Melliene’s room. With all the grace of the eternally drunken idiot that he is, he stumbles over to her bed and casts aside his blouse before crawling into the bed beside her. “Oi, make room, it’s been a long night an’ I’ll be damned if I’m staying on tha’ ship.” He curls up and wraps his arms around her, giving no more explanation for the moment.

@roseofpyrewood

[roseofpyrewood-blog]

All of Melliene’s windows were lined with obnoxious amounts of vases filled with roses. They were a defense against break and enter that most didn’t consider. Most thought it frivolity or vanity for her to have so many roses and to waste her fortune away on it, and they were partially correct, but it had served it’s ultimate purpose more than once. Tonight was no exception.

Crash!

Miriam opened her eyes and lifted her head from her pillow. She looked in the direction of the crash, the broken vase on her floor, her window wide open. She squinted in the dark, noting that the swagger of the man approaching was drunken. When he spoke, only then did her muscles release their tension. It was just Howick.

Scooting to the side beneath her duvet, Melliene made room. Her head rested back onto one of the feather pillows, letting Howick hold her. “Alright, but you owe me breakfast,” she murmured as she let her eyes flutter shut once more- not phased by her intruder.

@theboozefairy

[theboozefairy]

Howick groans loudly and buries his face into her shoulder. “I dinnae know ‘ow tae cook, an’ I’ll be hungover like a lout. Yah’d be better off cookin’ yer own scran ‘less yer in th’ business o’ drinkin’ bowls o’ whiskey er eatin’ hard tack.” He lifts his head a bit to cast a look over his shoulder at the shattered vases before muttering out a, “Whoops. I’ll ‘ave Williams pay fer those sometime.”

@roseofpyrewood

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“I don’t know how to either,” she admitted. “Pay for breakfast and we’ll call it even.” She didn’t need to look to know what the whoops was for. She had heard it. 

@theboozefairy

[theboozefairy]

Howick hums lowly and eventually nods. “Seems fair enough, bu’ I’m no’ in much a position tae barter. I’ve enough silver tae cover a pub breakfast. Give us a kiss an’ sing me a nice lullaby an’ I’ll even pay fer lunch. Need somethin’ tae take me mind off o’ the nightmare I jus’ ‘ad.” He settles back on a pillow after glancing about the room for a time. “A nice place yah’ve go’. Nicer than me storage loft, a’ least.”

@roseofpyrewood

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Melliene was counting on him being too drunk to barter. Score. She shifted around to lay flat on her back and glanced up to him. “Lullaby for lunch? You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll give in. Just for you.” She glanced around her room, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. “Thank you.”

@theboozefairy

[wreathes-of-laurels]

OOC Rant

I don’t do this often, but this is something I feel that needs to be addressed and I wanted to see if anyone else felt the same.  

There is an unwritten set of rules for people that take part in playing the Noble class, and even those who play as underlings or simple workers for said nobles.  And, I suppose this could be applied to several different things.

One.  You cannot disrespect or threaten a person of the Noble class in plain view of the public.  I’m sorry, but if someone threatens a noble, or disrespects them, THE GUARDS in what ever city you are in (since everything ‘belongs’ to King Varian) will haul your character into the Stockades for what could amount as treason.  That Noble could have your character drawn and quartered, legally.  

Two.  As I have been aware, there is a ruling class of Nobles called the “House of Nobles” that get together and bicker about things.  As far as I am aware, anyone who plays a Noble has a seat at this table.  Of course, the more power you have, the louder your voice is, but everyone recognizes that your character is, in fact, a noble.  

Three.  There are several Houses, and people, who have laid claim to certain areas across the map.  Myself, I have always had Ametiel’s claim on Andorhal be one of many– her father was ONE of the many Lords, not the only one.  I wasn’t about to be a jerk and lay claim to an entire area and then tell the next person they can’t also be a noble from there.  It irks me when people are like, ‘NO, I AM THE ONLY LORD, YOU MUST OBEY.’  

Four.  For the new people to our server, there is a story-line that has already transpired.  You can’t just come onto the server and change everything and say this or that didn’t happen because you don’t like it.  For years I have maintained that Ametiel had a legitimate claim on Andorhal.  For years I have seen Araian Sunshield lay claim to Duskwood.  For years I have seen Gave Delahan lay claim to Ravenhill (which, by right of succession, belongs to Ametiel, but who cares).  Tiberiaus Winterscar lays claim to the North.  Lord Albreicht had something in Western Plaguelands.  I don’t remember if Grouss had anything, and I am unfamiliar with House Stygian, Holt, and all of the other houses.  I’m kind of not in the loop any more.  New people to the server, you can’t just come here and say that that person isn’t noble because you don’t like it, so therefor that person can’t be noble, or have a claim.  We, technically, were here first.  

Five.  I am sorry, but if you steal property from a noble, that is directly stealing from the crown.  IE:  If you kidnap a noble’s servant, the King will have no force but to throw anyone involved in the Stockades, or worse, for stealing from the crown.  Even if you claim to be all buddy-buddy with the King and you are Anduin’s god parent… if you steal from one of the nobles, there will be consequences.  

Six.  I understand people like to involve the King and all of the prominent figures of WoW into their stories (DK’s, for instance, saying they were pardoned personally by the king, for instance)   But I have always been told that you cannot just say that you spoke to the King and he said this or he said that.  The King of Stormwind is fighting a war and he will not have any involvement in the political drama we have made for our server.  While the Houses in the House of Nobles scheme and plot behind eachother’s backs, the King cannot do anything about it unless one of them OPENLY does something to the other.  IE: Ametiel stabs Tiberiaus in the face on the Cathedral stairs.  (I’m sorry, her ass would be in the Stockades if he wanted her there.)  I have always been told it’s taboo to have the King personally involved.

Seven.  If someone is noble and they are walking around on the King’s land (Anywhere that the King has dominion), they are virtually untouchable.  You can’t just walk up to one of them and stab them without repercussions.  (Back to the first one)  If you do it in open view, I’m sorry but the guards will do something.  Noble A can’t be stabbed by Commoner C and Commoner C run off Scott free.  Assassination attempts are different, I am talking about straight up pulling out your weapon and hacking away at them.  Assassination attempts are discreet and planned, hacking is not.

When I started RPing as a Noble, I was always told it would be the equivalent to living in London during the iron-fist rule of the monarchy.  A commoner would dare not disrespect the members of the King’s court because that would be considered an open attack on the King and that ends in treason and being put to death.  A noble could have you drawn and quartered for looking at them wrong.  

I’m not trying to tell anyone how to Roleplay, it’s supposed to be fun after all.  I just wanted to rant and see how many unwritten rules there were for other people.  There are certain things that are just implied— LIKE DOORS ON ALL OF THE BUILDINGS.  BLIZZARD DOESN’T HAVE DOORS ON ANYTHING, BECAUSE THAT WOULD REQUIRE WORK.   

But, anyway.. am I wrong in this?

Anyway, I think I went off in all different directions and I apologize.  I’m tired and this argument I just had was like pulling teeth with no anesthetic. 

[roseofpyrewood-blog]

Amen.

As a side note, I would just like to add a small blurb about Gilnean nobles.

Yes, it’s a thing. It’s fine. Technically, lore wise, we have control of Gilneas but it is still in shambles (last I heard, granted it’s been over a year since I’ve had cause to look up that part of lore as I haven’t RP’d there, etc). You are a noble but you have lands but just about all of that worth is not there. Unless you’ve found other means of having said funds. You’re a noble of a dead land, essentially, and part of a nation who’s own King is even a refugee at present time. Stormwindian nobles will have more of a ‘voice’ than us!

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I don’t RP a noble. In fact my character avoids nobles and only works with them if he considers it a necessity. I agree with much of this argument. Nobles are nobles you can’t harass them in a publicly guarded area. However at the same time unless you bring guards with you you can’t assume that every corner of the city is being guarded at all times. Around the Cathedral, the keep, main streets, and public squares like in the center of Trade or Dwarven district are all areas where guards would be more often than not. I would say a good amount of the area of the city would be guarded or at least patrolled by guards, but as we all know there are parts of any city where the police in real life will avoid or be cautious when entering and the same would be true in nearly any era or universe.

There are criminal elements that don’t care if you’re a noble. In fact it’s a good to remember that nobles can be deposed or killed by commoners. For example the English Civil War and the French revolution. Now my character is just a simple fellow with simple pleasures so he would be unlikely to be involved in such things. He would probably keep haunting the back of the graveyard and attempting to charm any woman that crossed his path as Stormwind’s civil war raged around him.

As a side note not many people will see this I’m sure but I felt it was important that someone who does not RP a noble weighed in a little. As for the other points much of that are the same problems a lot of guilds face, like how much the king is involved when you are a military guild or trading/merchant guild. Where you meet and what your guild “owns” can always be an issue noble or not.

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Reblogging for the added note.

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[theboozefairy]

💢 - Melly

Howick, using the wonders of a lock pick, manages to slip into Melliene’s room. With all the grace of the eternally drunken idiot that he is, he stumbles over to her bed and casts aside his blouse before crawling into the bed beside her. “Oi, make room, it’s been a long night an’ I’ll be damned if I’m staying on tha’ ship.” He curls up and wraps his arms around her, giving no more explanation for the moment.

@roseofpyrewood

[roseofpyrewood-blog]

All of Melliene’s windows were lined with obnoxious amounts of vases filled with roses. They were a defense against break and enter that most didn’t consider. Most thought it frivolity or vanity for her to have so many roses and to waste her fortune away on it, and they were partially correct, but it had served it’s ultimate purpose more than once. Tonight was no exception.

Crash!

Miriam opened her eyes and lifted her head from her pillow. She looked in the direction of the crash, the broken vase on her floor, her window wide open. She squinted in the dark, noting that the swagger of the man approaching was drunken. When he spoke, only then did her muscles release their tension. It was just Howick.

Scooting to the side beneath her duvet, Melliene made room. Her head rested back onto one of the feather pillows, letting Howick hold her. “Alright, but you owe me breakfast,” she murmured as she let her eyes flutter shut once more- not phased by her intruder.

@theboozefairy

[theboozefairy]

Howick groans loudly and buries his face into her shoulder. “I dinnae know ‘ow tae cook, an’ I’ll be hungover like a lout. Yah’d be better off cookin’ yer own scran ‘less yer in th’ business o’ drinkin’ bowls o’ whiskey er eatin’ hard tack.” He lifts his head a bit to cast a look over his shoulder at the shattered vases before muttering out a, “Whoops. I’ll ‘ave Williams pay fer those sometime.”

@roseofpyrewood

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“I don’t know how to either,” she admitted. “Pay for breakfast and we’ll call it even.” She didn’t need to look to know what the whoops was for. She had heard it. 

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[theboozefairy]

💢 - Melly

Howick, using the wonders of a lock pick, manages to slip into Melliene’s room. With all the grace of the eternally drunken idiot that he is, he stumbles over to her bed and casts aside his blouse before crawling into the bed beside her. “Oi, make room, it’s been a long night an’ I’ll be damned if I’m staying on tha’ ship.” He curls up and wraps his arms around her, giving no more explanation for the moment.

@roseofpyrewood

[roseofpyrewood-blog]

All of Melliene’s windows were lined with obnoxious amounts of vases filled with roses. They were a defense against break and enter that most didn’t consider. Most thought it frivolity or vanity for her to have so many roses and to waste her fortune away on it, and they were partially correct, but it had served it’s ultimate purpose more than once. Tonight was no exception.

Crash!

Miriam opened her eyes and lifted her head from her pillow. She looked in the direction of the crash, the broken vase on her floor, her window wide open. She squinted in the dark, noting that the swagger of the man approaching was drunken. When he spoke, only then did her muscles release their tension. It was just Howick.

Scooting to the side beneath her duvet, Melliene made room. Her head rested back onto one of the feather pillows, letting Howick hold her. “Alright, but you owe me breakfast,” she murmured as she let her eyes flutter shut once more- not phased by her intruder.

@theboozefairy

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Trying to cut down on reblogging so much and failing

[roseofpyrewood-blog]

Me too.