A small cedar chest is delivered by courier to the door of Mace & Sable Longclaw with a gift and a letter tucked inside.
Mister and Missus Lonclaw,
I wanted to take a moment to congratulate you on the birth of your son. I do hope all is well and that your little darling Timothy is healthy and strong. I do wish to stop by and see him when it is possible. I hope that you find good use out of the chest as well as with the baby supplies. If you happen to need anything, please do not hesitate to send word. It is the very least I could do for those that have protected myself and my family with their lives. I hope this letter finds you all in good health.
Warm Wishes,
Lady Elizebella Ludlow
Upon digging through the paper shreds within the cedar chest they would find the gift.
Ambassador Tyldan Foresetter, whom is also a member of the Kirin Tor and Lady Ludlow’s right hand, has called a reform of guards within the House and Vineyards. Due to the substantial losses of the unexpected war against the Legion, despite his knowledge of the events that are currently unfolding, he was able to convince the Lady of the House to expand their army. Nearly doubling their guards for the Vineyards and the House, an Elite force is in the works to handle the most difficult of tasks; The Crimson Guard
What does it mean to be Crimson Guard? What makes them worthy to be titled ‘crimson’? It is their commitment, their honor, and their will to continue fighting when others will not. For them family, friends, and comrades are the only souls that are meaningful to protect. To the very end, the Crimson Guard of the House of Ludlow will fight to preserve their people. Yes; guard. For one soul alone can not stand against the world alone, nor take it on single handed; that is where the bond of these comrades stands out.
From the front lines to the homeland, the Crimson Guard of the House of Ludlow are some of the finest men and women that we are proud to have watch over us. We shall always cherish them for they only do the same for us all.
Scrolls are posted in every city and every town within the Alliance territories:
OOC:
Available Guard Roles:
Crimson Champions:
Combat, war, battle; the words that a warrior spends their life working for. In truth, it is the soldiers on the front lines of a war who are the champions of their cause. House Ludlow sees this in every single man and woman that pledges a strong arm, a sense of duty and an insatiable desire to protect and serve in their banners. Be they the Household Guard, the common man serving watch in the Vineyards, or the teams of elites; they are all champions in her eyes.
Crimson Seers:
In war and battle, those that plan and oversee the conflicts a thousand times in their mind, will always be the ones to emerge with sure victory. The House of Ludlow, and the Vineyards themselves would have long been burnt to the ground had it not been for the wise council of their seers and tacticians. Be they Magi of the Kirin Tor, Priests of the Holy Light, or Guardians of the Woodland Realms, each creed and mind has graced the halls with a shrewd genius, and deadly cunning for their House and cause.
Crimson Shades:
The thorns of a Rose are ever present to defend the beauty that resides above them. Like the thorns of that most beautiful flower, House of Ludlow employs those hidden dangers to hide in plain sight, and to protect any that dare harm a single petal. Shades act as the eyes and ears of The Crimson Guard, taking the role of spies, informants, and hired blades should the need ever arise.
What are the requirements for the Crimson Guard?
Members must be 18+
IC and OOC interview required.
Must have some knowledge of handling a sword and shield, bow and arrow, magic and spells, etc.
Fel-users are not prohibited within the ranks.
Military knowledge is recommended but not required.
Characters must have no criminal background. No exceptions.
The Crimson Assembly is expected and mandatory training that takes place bi-weekly. (Exception for OOC/IRL interference that is communicated prior to the event.)
Humans, Night Elves, Void Elves, Worgen, Dwarves, and Gnomes accepted.
When:
June 23rd and 24th
12:00pm to 6:00pm Server Time
Thereafter, set days will be scheduled and announced and members of the guard will be gathered at the Ludlow Headquarters in Stormwind for open enlistment.
Where:
Ludlow Headquarters is located inside the Mage Quarters and is conjoined with Lady Ludlow’s townhouse. Turn left upon passing through the entrance closest to Trade District and the headquarters is located on the first left. (
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Amy sat on the edge of her bed, looking across the expanse of the spacious bedroom. Her knuckles were still bloodied and bruised from taking out some much needed aggression upon the sand filled bag hanging from her ceiling, as well as the training dummy during the training for the Crimson Guard. She seethed in anger at the thought of Jalelor, the half elf with a chip on his shoulder; also a part of the Crimson Guard. She glanced over her shoulder, snorting out a harsh huff of air through her nose, looking at the man and woman that occupied it from the night before.
“Thought I told you two to fock off already. For Goldrinn’s sake, get OUT!” She shouted as she come to stand, scaring the shit out of the two who had been talking absolute nonsense bullshit all morning. Its what she woke up to. The woman looked at her in shock and surprise, pouting up her bottom lip trying to be cute. “But. I thought you liked our company, sweetheart.” Amy just glared at her. “Better suck that fockin’ lip back into your mouth, -sweetheart- or I’m goin’ to fockin’ bloody it. Get. OUT!” She roared at them then, muscles on her bare arms bulging. With that the two hurried and got dressed, the woman calling Amy a string of names that the worgen brute didn’t give a shit for. She never claimed to be a good person, and never denied she wasn’t any of which she was just called. “Fockin’ halfwits…” she murmured, shaking her head.
It was no wonder she had a string of one night stands with different people all throughout each day; never seeing the same face twice in her bedroom. It was a rule she had, not wanting to settle down any time soon. She felt though, all she did was kick people out of her bedroom, never really knowing why the hell they always wanted to stay. She made a point to forget those particular two the instant they left though, her thoughts shifting back to Jale and how he treated Malgus the day of training.
She lay on her back upon the floor, flattening her feet firmly as her knees bent upward. Her hands folded behind her head and she began her morning workout regimen. With each sit up she grunted and huffed out, each releasing a bit of that anger. “I’ll fockin.. knock the shite outta ya the next time, ya arshole fock!” she shouted out to no one but herself, imagining the half elf in front of her. “Shoulda decked yer arse right then and there!” she shouted again. Soon her reps were done, and she got up and gathered up her jump rope and began skipping over it as she rapidly swung it over and over. One foot after the other, each step as well timed as the other. Sweat began to form on her body as she watched herself in the mirror.
“Keep your anger in check, Amy..” she thought to herself as she could see it boiling between the surface. “Don’t let the bloody beast win all the time.” But she couldn’t help it. She stopped the rope and moved over to stare into the mirror with a broiling hatred. “Get your fockin’ shit together.” she demanded of herself. “You gotta work with the arsehole. He’ll learn his shit one way or the other. This is your second fockin’ chance to get shit right and do right by yourself.”
Still she knew she wouldn’t be right until she could whip the shit out of the man, and put him in his place. No matter how kind she was to people on the surface, she wasn’t that at all. She hated herself and and took the world along for the ride. She just huffed and sighed then, shaking her head, heading to the kitchen for coffee.
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This past Saturday evening was awfully exciting for the people that had gathered to watch some drama in the Dwarven District along the canals. The drama was apparently centered around a wanted criminal. Members of Hudson Shipping Company, and the owner, Braxton Hudson, were among the crowd.
Amidst all the chaos that had already ensued,
BRAXTON WAS SHOT!
He was shot through the shoulder by a ren’dorei sniper atop a roof. He was transported to a nearby tavern (why a tavern and not the hospital, I have no idea) while Hudson Suits aided in protecting other civilians from possible shots.
The sniper managed to get away, evading the guards in the area.
Braxton Hudson is on his way to a full recovery, as it was a clean shot. He wanted this to be said about the events:
“I am truly disturbed that I am finding myself to be the victims of these shootings plaguing our city. I worry for the safety of civilians and our civil protectors alike. I am greatly unsettled thinking about the possibilities of these events becoming a regular occurrence.”
If ANYONE has any information as to who the shooter is, please contact the guard directly or send a tip to me.
Sable sat at her kitchen table, nursing her son as she read the paper. Her eyes lit up in excitement as a wicked grin crossed over her face. Soon low and sputtering laughter started erupting from her lips, especially when she read the mogul’s words. Soon she was bursting with her usual obnoxious laughter that everyone hated. “Fuuuuuuuck!” she cackled out, nearly toppling backwards in her chair, causing herself and her newborn son to almost fall in the floor. “Fuck, shit!” she still sputtered. She was a terrible human being and honestly wished they’d hit their mark dead center between the eyes.
She now had to deal with a squawling baby, and getting him situated once more to keep nursing him, but she felt it worth it.
“When the sun lay hot over the fields we will rise. We will look up and praise for all the blue and gracious skies, for the Light will lead us home…” The song fell from unpainted, but smiling lips, a golden eye peering downward with an endearing smile. “You know…” she began softly, tracing her fingers over the soft flesh she looked up on. “My momma use to sing that to me all the time.” She laughed softly, smiling fondly. “Sing it now to my son.” She grinned broader, her gaze locked on that of a man upon her most prized possession; the steel table far beneath the ground in Westfall.
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“When the sun lay hot over the fields we will rise. We will look up and praise for all the blue and gracious skies, for the Light will lead us home...” The song fell from unpainted, but smiling lips, a golden eye peering downward with an endearing smile. “You know...” she began softly, tracing her fingers over the soft flesh she looked up on. “My momma use to sing that to me all the time.” She laughed softly, smiling fondly. “Sing it now to my son.” She grinned broader, her gaze locked on that of a man upon her most prized possession; the steel table far beneath the ground in Westfall.
[[ NSFW Below the cut. Torture, blood, psychopathic and sociopathic behaviors, Death, language ]]
A sudden pained scream filled the air as the killer twisted the crank one good time, attached to a slow drilling device jammed into the side of the man. “Rude!” she gasped out, putting a hand on her chest and turning the crank one more time. “I’m tryin’ to tell ya a fuckin’ story here, man, but you won’t shut the fuck up long enough to listen. S’all you can do anyway.. Ain’t like you can talk without ya fuckin’ tongue, Huh? Yeah.. That’s what I thought.” She glared then and gritted her teeth, releasing the device but allowing it to remain lodged. “Motherhood... Was .. -IS-.. It is not what I was expectin’ really. I expected my fuse to grow short, that I would hate it because of feelin’ fuckin’ tied down while my husband went out and made our coin, you know? We run our business together, but not much time for me to be in the office lately, so it all rests on his strong, handsome and capable shoulders.” she mused, continuing to speak as the man whimpered and bled.
Sable’s shoulders lifted in a light shrug, “Buuut.. Come to find out. I actually really love that little being I created.” She smiled softly, wistful in its bliss. She soon propped her elbows on the table, waving her hands around as she talked, her expression of one in disbelief. “I know, right? S’hard to believe that these hands could nurture and love another, ain’t it, boy?” She chuckled softly, shaking her head as tears stung at her eyes. Having these sentimental moments with her victims was part of the ritual she didn’t even realize happened every single time she brought someone here. “But, ah... His name is Timothy Braenen. Got Timothy from the guy who’s watchin’ him outside. Timwei.. He saved my life when I almost died on fuckin’ Argus protectin’ this world, because I actually and finally gave a shit about it.” Her eyes widened and her lips turned downward in a ‘facial shrug’ as her shoulders rose and fell again slightly. “Braenen... Well, Braenen comes from a very important moment for me. One that, I...” she waved the knife she picked up in her hand around in a circle for a moment. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget. It was my first time. First time for everything. Love, sex, kiss.. kill.”
The man squirmed and writhed against his restraints, doing his best to scream in vain. “I killed Braenen. Was the first man I ever loved. First man I ever fucked.. First one I ever killed, baby. So you can see why that the name carries a great importance to me, hmn?” Another pleading squeal pierced the air, followed by more squirming and panting, desperate breath - the point of Sable’s knife dragging up and down his naked stomach. She didn’t let that deter her in the slightest. “My husband don’t know none of that. I’m sure if he did, he’d be furious and demand we change it. But.. what he don’t know won’t kill either of us.” She paused on that thought for a moment, sighing out. “No.. that’s all wrong. What he don’t know, won’t kill -me-.. Cause I’m sure if he knew just how deeply this shit went. I’d be the first on his goddamn hit list and then everyone else would follow. Which.. is another reason you gotta die, chunky boy. Along for the other reasons. .you know what they are.” She began counting on her fingers, holding her knife beneath her arm for a moment. “Liiiiike, raping and murdering all those young boys. And as you know.. -I- gotta baby boy, as I just informed you. Can’t have the fuckin’ scum that is you out and alive, continually escaping the system because they can’t find any proof of what you did. If only.. If -only- they would’ve thought to look beneath the floor boards of that shitshack you call a fuckin’ house. You kept their teeth, all of ‘em. One incisor per victim, right? Right. Well.. Like I said, man. Nothin’ personal.. yet. But I don’t ever want it to be personal. So fuckin’ thank me while you can, because if one of those boys had been -mine- This would be much, much slower.”
With that, she jammed the knife down into his heart, releasing a deep sigh of ecstasy, nearly erotic in its fashion. “Mn... Can’t fuck my ol’ man... Guess this’ll have to do for now.” She stared then, watching him bleed out and the life leave his eyes. Slowly she collected just enough in a vial, putting it away in her usual lockbox that held the blood of all her victims, slowly placing it beneath her own floorboards when she was done. Another trophy, another need sated, another shit bag missed by the law off the streets, never to hurt another innocent again. This made her very happy, patting herself on the back for a job very well done.
Clean up was easy enough and completed in good time. Her gaze met with Timwei’s as she exited the broken down shack that served as a cover for what rest below. He looked as if he wanted and needed to say something to her, causing her lips to purse and question, “What?”
Tim’s nostrils flared as he carefully handed off his namesake to his mother. “You know what, Sable. Mace does not know about this. I did not learn of this until after you sent him out with that friend of his and found you here waiting. What have I always told you, little one? How have I told you that myself and Mollia lasted as long as we have. There are NO secrets between us. None.. Even if I do a most vile thing, she is to know, and she always trusts me because of this.” His eyes looked over the caramel skinned, blonde baby in her arms, then back up to her. “You have a son, Sable. A son -needs- his father. Do not let this.. this thing inside of you destroy that for him. And you! You need your husband, yes? Do you not love him, little one? I know what you went through to make sure you could be with him.. Please do not throw it away for this. Tell him.. Talk to him, as hard as it may be.”
Sable just dropped her head slightly, though her piercing gaze was upon Tim. She was on a high from her kill, and nothing would bring her down. A soft snort left her and a grin spread across her lips. “No,” she stated clearly. “I will not tell him, Tim. I -can’t- because THAT would definitely ruin all of this shit. I need to do this, and I swore I would try very hard to give it up. He needs to think I have. You don’t even KNOW how much he fuckin’ worries anyhow. I can barely fuckin’ breathe without him askin’ me if I’m alright. I love him for that, but I need this.. I need this so I don’t feel so damn suffocated by that, and the end game is the same as everyone else’s. I’m makin’ the fuckin’ world better by gettin’ rid of these assholes the system misses. Don’t you see that?” she questioned then. She truly believed what she spoke, and Tim could see it in her eyes and knew at this moment in time it would do no good to argue.
He just sighed. “If you ever need me, Sable.. simply call as you have. I will be here.” He nodded then, raking his hands back over his dreaded locks. “Just.. keep yourself safe, and mindful of your priorities. Know that nothing is more important than your family. All of them. Your son, your husband, the people you work for now. Put them always above yourself, little one. That.. That is the only way this will ever work out, yes?”
Her head nodded, “I know, Tim.. I know. And trust me. They are -all- that matters to me. They really fuckin’ matter. I ain’t gonna throw that away. I promise.” Then she hugged him and he returned it, giving her a brotherly kiss on the top of her head.
“I will see you soon, little one. This I am sure.” He departed with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Sable was simply too high on cloud nine to notice it. Timwei was left with a dire choice, and one that would need a lot of thinking, and upon reaching his home back in Stranglethorn in the wee hours of the morning, he picked up an old communicator. He hoped that the only other in the world was still in the possession of the one he gave it to.
Hello! I’ve got some news that I’d like to pass along.
On Monday of this week (May 21st), I found a little orange tomcat laying under one of the family cars to cool off in the shade. I thought nothing of it, because it’s a common sight around my neighborhood. Stray cats are everywhere, and people very rarely get them spayed or neutered, or even get them medical care. My family feeds strays and takes them in when they come up alone to our house.
Well, something about this orange kitty caught my attention. He was mewing in quick succession, just all the time. He was propped up on his front paws, so half laying there and half upright. He sounded weak, so I brought out some food for him and laid it right in front of him so he could eat.
That’s when I noticed his injuries. Photos below; they don’t look too horrible, but I’ve put them under a cut out of courtesy.
If you would like to help, but do not necessarily want a commission, I have a ko-fi account that would be perfect to use. I’ve set a goal that accounts for the first vet bill ($110), his safety cage ($60), a pack of food ($12), the amputation quoted cost ($150), and then another $70 for the neutering and second antibiotic shot. I may not be giving myself enough room there, but I’m going to be doing everything I can.
Please do not use ko-fi if you want to buy a commission to support the cause, okay? It’s way too hard to keep track of who wants art that way!
Thank you guys for the boosts and well wishes, I’m feeling like it’s going to be okay after all.
It was early morning, Amy’s too hot cup of coffee sitting on a small barrel within her training room. Her hands were far too busy right now shaking the shit out thick ropes to try and shake out her anger. Today she didn’t even know what she was pissed off about, aside from some skinny ass weasel trying to cheat her out of her hard earned coin.
She knew a lot of mercenaries messed with other mercenaries. Some even went after the same target, but when one has the job nearly done, another one does NOT come in and try to steal the glory and gold made by the sweat of someone else’s brow. She remembered he smarted off to her, and she also remembered the bloody nose she gave him with a proper head butt straight to it all the while he was running his fat ass lips. She closed them quick enough and without a single word said to him edgewise.
Still, that wasn’t enough to warrant the kind of rage she felt inside of her, welling up like a volcano ready to blow. She could only chalk it up to a life long issue exacerbated by the worgen curse that afflicted her. She needed something more steady than unreliable merc work here, there, and yonder. Something to keep her consistently busy and too tired to be angry. It was time to find proper work, and hopefully something that kept her moving.
As long as she was training or fighting, she was alright..
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