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Alae’dril Leoynorel
Hoovanil Summerhold
Nahilvi Summerhold
Jes’champe Vidroth
Pathyn Blackblade
Tycil Dawnwhisper
Vasandereu Sallah
Misplaced Lens Cap

tannertan36

Kaledo Art

Product Placement

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Claire Keane

Discoholic 🪩

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Mike Driver
cherry valley forever

Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

blake kathryn
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Character Tumblr Roll Call
(Will make this prettier later)
Alae’dril Leoynorel
Hoovanil Summerhold
Nahilvi Summerhold
Jes’champe Vidroth
Pathyn Blackblade
Tycil Dawnwhisper
Vasandereu Sallah
The Shadow Sands Bazaar is back!
Come and join us for a Prismatic Moon, a Pride and the recent Blue Moon themed evening in the desert sands. Enjoy Pride and summer themed vendors! We have a great line of of booths ready for your patronage!
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Come and check out our Duke in the Dunes
A special d20 duel tournament with gold prizes!
1ST PLACE: 20,000 GOLD
2ND PLACE: 10,000 GOLD
3RD PLACE: 5,000 GOLD
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What: The Shadow Sands Bazaar
When: Saturday, June 13th at 8 PM MG/6 PM WrA
Where: Lost City of Tol'vir, Uldum (Cataclysm Timeline)
Neutral Event hosted on MoonGuard
Anchor/Raid information available in the Discord
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DWC June 2026 - Day 5 - Prey/Abundance
The vault in Ori’s townhouse stood open. An abundance of colorful gemstones rested in black velvet-lined trays spread across a nearby table. A few small bags sat beside them where she had been sorting pieces for her upcoming trip, while the larger stones had already been packed into an open metal lockbox secured with a combination lock.
She was extremely cautious with those gems, not just because of their value, but because some could be recognized by certain people in the city. Namely, the people she had stolen them from, the appraisers who had catalogued them, and the insurance companies that had already paid out claims on them.
Trips like the one she would soon be taking were the best way to move such items and ensure they ended up far from the city.
She took other precautions as well. Most pieces sat in her vaults for decades before she even considered selling them, the time didn’t matter, it wasn't as though she needed the money. She never sold items that had been taken together, either. One gem might remain in storage for a century before being sold alongside another that had only been sitting there for thirty years.
A light flashed inside the vault.
Someone was in her house.
Rising smoothly, Ori stepped out and closed the vault door before swinging the display panel back into place. The shelves mounted on it showcased her own jewelry collection, hiding the entrance completely.
Walking out of her room, she headed toward the stairs. The sound of familiar voices drifted up from below, and a smile tugged at her lips. Shaking her head, she wandered into the kitchen, where two women were already laying out food and assembling the ingredients for mojitos.
“You do know this is my house, right?” Ori asked. “Which means you probably shouldn't just walk in.”
Zindravara and Zubrette exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.
“Like you knocked when you walked in on Zhathras?” Zubrette asked.
Ori held up a hand. “Look, I apologized for that. How was I supposed to know you'd just gotten back from the field with a gorgeous man in tow? Besides,” she pointed a finger at her cousin,“I own your townhouse.”
The grin she directed at the tiny apricot-haired paladin was positively wicked. Zhathras was downright delectable, and Ori had no intention of passing up opportunities to tease Zubs about him.
“Whatever,” Zubrette said. “When have we ever needed to knock before? Do you have a man upstairs?”
Zindravara immediately started toward the staircase.
Ori settled onto a stool at the kitchen bar. “Go ahead,” she said. “Explore.” She never brought men here. If she wanted to take someone home, she used her apartment instead.
The mage sighed dramatically, and Ori caught the roll of Zindra’s dull green eyes behind her dark glasses. “You need to start bringing men home,” Zindra complained. “How are we supposed to gossip about you? You used to have lovers over.”
“I did,” Ori replied, “and then they started showing up without invitations and running into each other. It's easier to just go home with them.”
It would have been funnier if it weren't true. She and her partner at the time had maintained an open relationship, but Zealis had nearly killed a man he found leaving the townhouse one morning. Zea was long gone, she hadn't seen him in more than a century, but the incident had permanently altered how she handled her love life.
“So...” Zindra said, returning from her inspection of the stairs. “What's this about a trip? Zubs said you want some of her things to sell.”
Ah, that was what this ambush was about. “I am going to take some merchandise out through the gate, travel the road, and sell it.” The sarcasm dripped from every word. Ori loved her cousins and tolerated their inquisitive, protective natures with remarkably little complaint.
Zubs slid a plate of mini quiches and a melon mojito in front of her. “And the guy?”
“What guy?” Ori asked, picking up a bacon-and-asparagus quiche.
“The guard you hired,” her youngest cousin replied. “You mentioned him and said the trip might be interesting. Then Uncle Landanis saw you with a man at Pennick’s shop, and Pennick said you were talking about a trade trip with him.” She pointed accusingly. “So. That guy.”
Silvermoon was far too small sometimes. What were the chances that one of the city's most sought-after fashion designers would happen to visit the tailor while Ori was getting Val fitted for a suit? Since she disliked outright lies, she decided to lean into the truth. “That is the man I hired to guide me on the trip. I expect I'll have to attend at least one social function, so he needed a suit.”
Zindra raised an eyebrow. “Since when have you worried about attending parties alone?”
“Never,” Zubrette answered for her with a smirk.
Ignoring her, Ori sighed. “Normally? Never. But I'll be traveling and conducting business with people I don't know. It doesn't hurt to have the man I hired to guard me nearby.” And she couldn't wait to see Val wearing that suit. The man was striking enough in worn clothing and working leathers. In tailored formalwear? Dangerous.
“Tell us about him,” Zindra said. It wasn't a request.
Ori briefly considered telling them it was none of their business, but that would only make them more curious. Brushing her black hair behind one ear, she relented. “I met him at Fancy Cakes a couple months ago. We talked about his work. He has expertise with weapons and even offered to evaluate that piece I bought from the Bloodrain estate sale. When we met again a few weeks ago, I mentioned wanting to leave the city for a while. One thing led to another, and we discussed me hiring him as a guard.”
The discussion had covered far more than that. They had spent an entire afternoon together walking through the city, talking, sharing coffee. He had actually offered to let her hire him. Ori had been genuinely surprised, and certainly wasn't going to say no. She wanted to know him better, and several weeks on the road together seemed like an excellent opportunity.
A lime hit the back of her hand. Ori looked up to find Zindra smirking. “Azeroth to Ori. Are you still in there? What is he like?” the mage pressed.
“I assume you know what he looks like if Goldensorrow's uncle saw him.” She glanced at Zubrette, who stuck out her tongue at the use of her house name before nodding. “I don't know much about him,” Ori admitted. “Only that he's well qualified and very private.”
The statement was meant to end the conversation, instead, it had exactly the opposite effect which should have been expected. “So,” Zindra said, “you hired a tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, rough-looking man with long red hair to be your guard despite knowing very little about him? That doesn't sound like you,” Zindra continued. “You don't hire people without proper vetting. It took months of estimates and contractor meetings before you redid the tile around the pool.”
Zubs immediately joined in. “You spent almost six months interviewing candidates before hiring a landscaper.” A grin spread across her face. “And he was tall and broad-shouldered too.”
“I am absolutely telling Zhath you were checking out the lawn guy.” Ori mock threatened.
“Like he'd care,” Zindra shot back. “She's completely gone for him.”
Zubrette shrugged shamelessly. “You're right. I am.”
The unapologetic streak she shared with Zubs made Ori smile. It was one of the things Val said he had noticed about her the first time they met. Most people would have considered it a negative trait, he had seemed to view it as a compliment. Or something close to one, it was often difficult to tell exactly what Val liked.
“We talked,” Ori said. “I felt he was more than qualified, so we started planning.”
“And?” her cousins asked in perfect unison.
They weren't letting her escape, and they were her closest friends. “And,” she admitted, “I'm interested in him.” Before they could ask further questions, she held up a hand. “Yes, he's everything you've already said. But there's just... something about him.”
“Is it because he's private?” Zindra asked. “You usually aren't interested in the strong, silent type.”
Ori nearly choked on her drink, strong, silent type. That was exactly what Val was, she’d simply never thought of him that way. “Not really,” she said after recovering. “I can't quite explain it. I enjoy his company. He's intelligent, and he has fascinating insights into things.” She raised a warning finger. “And yes, I am attracted to him.”
That was when Zindra's expression became serious. “Is attraction really the best reason to hire him? What if he's terrible at being a guard?”
“He isn't.” Ori said confidently.
“Have you checked his references?” Zubs asked.
Ori shook her head. “I didn't ask for any. This is more instinct than anything else. I just know he is undoubtedly a more than competent guard.”
Her cousins exchanged a glance, the they looked back at her worriedly. “This doesn't sound like you, Ori,” Zubrette said carefully. “At least not the post-Zealis version of you.”
“I know what I'm doing.” She said with a frown, she didn’t want Zea’s memory involved in this at all. “I appreciate the concern. I really do, but trust me on this. I'll leave you our travel plans, and I'll text you regularly.”
Zubrette studied her for a long moment with those all-knowing golden eyes before finally nodding. “Good enough. You usually know what you're doing. Just be careful, alright?” A faint smile tugged at her lips. “And I don't just mean physically.”
Ori met her gaze. “Will do.” The answer came easily, whether it was entirely true was another matter.
( @daily-writing-challenge )
( Mention of @tealribbons )
Tirwa'yae
DWC June 2026 - Day 2 - Vibrant
Elthen had spent his entire life bathed in color, light, and love.
His grandfather, Camithar Crimsonrune, had been a glazier by trade. He crafted windows that were sturdy, serviceable, and unremarkable, yet true artistry lived in the gifts he fashioned for his beloved wife, Lorince. Their modest home glittered with delicate glass treasures: tiny birds perched upon shelves, flowers that would never wilt, stars suspended from silver threads. Of all his creations, however, none brought him greater pride than the colorful blown-glass pens he made for her. With those pens she filled page after page with tales of love and romance, weaving dreams into ink while holding his craftsmanship in her hand.
Their daughter, Liridrae, was raised in that kaleidoscope of color and wonder, and she fell hopelessly in love with glass. She inherited her father's hands, but where Camithar created glass that was merely good, Liridrae forged glass that was near perfection. Technical excellence was not what made her heart soar, her true passion was stained glass, great radiant mosaics that transformed sunlight into living color. She was passionate about the brilliant way brilliant colors were cast across stone and wood, almost as passionate as she was about Pel’eron, the man who supplied the metallic compounds that lent her creations their brilliance. Together they transformed ordinary light into something breathtaking.
By the time Elthen inherited the family home, every surface seemed touched by colored glass. Sunlight never simply entered a room; it poured through in the rich sades or high windows, or bounced of the smaller pieces and danced on the walls. Every room marked by the legacy of those who had come before him.
Though he earned his livelihood supplying medical-grade glass vials, beakers, bottles, flasks, and every manner of vessel demanded in the medical trade, his soul sought expression elsewhere. His creativity poured into sculptures that showcased sweeping forms of glass that captured movement as beautiful as nature itself. His works found homes in gardens, where they stood among flowers and trees enchanting their beauty without overwhelming it.
It was through one such sculpture that he met the woman who would become his wife. She was a landscape designer searching for the perfect centerpiece for a client's garden. One sculpture became two. Two became three. As the project expanded, so too did their relationship. What emerged was more than a garden, it was a marriage of horticulture and glass. Her designs elevated his art. His sculptures transformed her landscapes.
Together, they made the world more beautiful. Then she left, taking Jovi'drae and Lirise, their daughters, with her, and in their absence the colors seemed to abandon him as well. No longer did he lie on the floor of the playroom beside his daughters, gazing upward as sunlight danced through the flock of suspended glass birds that wheeled across the ceiling, scattering rainbows over delighted faces.
It pained him to enter the office she had occupied and see the grand stained-glass window above her desk. The brilliant reds, golds and blues that had once filled the room with life now felt like a wound in his heart that couldn’t seem to heal.
Worst of all was the garden. Every path, every flower bed, every carefully chosen tree bore the imprint of her artistry. His sleek contemporary sculptures still stood among her plantings, perfectly balanced, each complementing the other exactly as they always had. The garden remained beautiful. It simply no longer brought him joy.
With the dissolution of his marriage, Elthen felt as though he had lost the inheritance of generations. The vibrant legacy of color, beauty, craftsmanship, and love that had defined his family for centuries slipped from his grasp. After that, he made only what was ordered. Perfectly matching glassware for clients. Day after day, year after year. No inspiration, no wonder, only repetition.
Then she walked into the hot shop, in an instant, he remembered what it felt like to be an artist again. The furnace's glow reflected in colored molten glass. The way color could transform something ordinary into something miraculous. Watching her work was witnessing the magic of creation.
The greatest gift was not what she re-awakened in hi, it was who she was,Lirise had come to learn from him. His youngest daughter stood before the furnace, determined to master the craft that had built their family name for generations.
And of all the countless things she could have chosen to create, all she wanted to make were vibrantly colored glass pens. Just like the ones her great-grandfather had made for his wife, the ones that had once carried stories of love into the world.
( @daily-writing-challenge )
DWC - 01 June - Day II - Disturbance / Vibrant
He wondered how he'd gotten into it all. It had been conversation to begin with. That was all it was. A very simple conversation. The kind of conversation that surely could have happened every day. And now that conversation had gone from words exchanged to an excursion on the horizon.
On an early morning as the sun began to rise and Soryk started his day, he lifted a hand into his hair to shake it about. And to wake himself up a little more. He wouldn't have said he ever slept well. That seemed almost impossible. He didn't give it too much thought, but he was fairly certain he never exactly began a day feeling rested. Most of the time, he felt like he merely existed, and for a man like him, maybe that all he needed.
It was how he'd approached most of his life, after all. Relatively detached, going through the motions, living on the outside, maybe not living on the inside, assuming the man had ever lived to begin with. And he rarely thought about any of it. Sometimes he wondered when he stopped caring. If he ever had cared.
DWC June 2026 - Day 1 - Gloom
The plan for the caravan had never been to stop in Brill, but the rain had carved a pothole into the road, and one of the wagons had hit it hard. Between the fog and the perpetual gloom that hung over the area, the driver hadn't seen it until it was too late. The impact had loosened a wheel, shearing one of the bolts that held it in place.
At least, that was how the caravan leader explained it to Ori.
Not because she had asked, but because he seemed convinced she hadn't understood when the driver had discussed the problem right in front of her. She always enjoyed it when someone she was paying decided to speak to her as though she were a bit dim.
While the smith worked on the damaged wheel, Ori wandered through town, thoroughly unimpressed, not that she had expected to be impressed in the first place. She didn't mind the Forsaken or their undead allies, but she certainly didn't enjoy prolonged time with them.
When an alarm bell rang from one of the towers, she stopped and turned on her heel. Guards rushed toward the gates. Shouts echoed through the streets in both Orcish and Common. There was a raid on the town. She could have sworn all of that had settled down by now, why were the Alliance still even bothering with such things? Her thoughts on the matter were irrelevant. It was happening regardless.
Ori was a jewel thief, not a combatant. In hundreds of years, she had never been one and had never wanted to be. Her last partner had been a gifted fighter, and he had often told her stories of battles and campaigns. She had listened dutifully. None of it had ever inspired her to take up arms herself.
Stepping away from the center of the street, she watched the town swirl into eddies of activity. Green and golden eyes flicked toward the inn, but it sat all the way across town further than she wanted to go in this instability. Instead, she edged closer to a nearby building, hoping to remain unnoticed and out of everyone's way.
When a human woman emerged from the shadows, Ori continued backing away quietly. Years spent slipping through noble estates during lavish parties and relieving jewelry boxes of treasured family heirlooms had honed her stealth. In this case, the skill served her well. The woman never noticed her.
Hidden from view, Ori watched as the stranger produced a bomb, lit the fuse, and tossed it behind the defenders at the nearest gate. Had Ori felt any particular patriotism toward her people's place in the Horde, she might have intervened. Instead, she retreated another few steps.
A furious bellow sounded from the direction of the gates, followed by heavy, thunderous footfalls. An abomination lumbered into view. Part of its shoulder was missing, the flesh around the wound blackened and burned. A few stubborn flames still clung to the damaged tissue as it advanced toward the human woman.
Ori didn't even think to move farther away.
The construct had found its target. One of them would be dead soon enough. Fascinated despite herself, she remained where she was as the pair began to fight. It followed the familiar pattern: the quicker combatant maintaining the advantage so long as the larger one couldn't get its hands on them.
That remained true right up until the undead monstrosity employed another weapon in its arsenal and vomited a torrent of plague-ridden gore over the human.
And over Ori.
Who had not moved nearly far enough away.
"I was stuck in an infirmary in that gloomy forest for over a week," Ori said, a warm laugh carrying across the small table between two cups of coffee. "Between the cleansing and the monitoring, they wanted to make absolutely certain I was safe."
She shook her head.
"Which is why I'd rather not travel through Tirisfal if we can avoid it."
( @daily-writing-challenge )
“Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.”
— Unknown
on being easily fooled.
RL is Hard at Times
The Succulent Tart’s After Dark is happening on the 18th of April!
This is our biannual 18+ event, so get ready for our Tarts to show some extra skin! 💋 Immediately following the performances, we will be hosting a dance party! Due to the more risque nature of our performances, an OoC Age of Consent form is required to be signed by all guests who attend. There are no exceptions! Please be sure to sign up on the character you are going to be attending with! You and your character must be 18+ to attend. Link To Form => HERE! WHEN: April 18, 2026 (Saturday) WHERE: World’s End Tavern, Shattrath City (Lower City) TIMES: Doors open at 6pm WRA (8pm MG) Performance starts at 6:30pm WRA (8:30pm MG) This is a Wyrmrest Accord hosted event! Cross-faction / cross-server friendly!
Anchor available via Legacy Raids on the group finder or: ANCHORS: Horde: TBD Alliance: TBD
We advise coming earlier to have your name checked off the consent form if you’ve signed in advance. You can sign at the door, but it’s better to do so before the event! Click the link provided above for the Age of Consent form! Extra Information! Check out the Succulent Tart website for information on performers, events, bar menu & more! You can also find links to our discord & tumblr (may not be updated w/menu & performers until closer to the event)! https://succulenttart.crd.co/#
Next Saturday!!
Make sure you get that consent form signed and we will see you there!
Saturday! Get those consent forms filled out!
This is a DO NOT MISS event! Get out there and see the Tart crew in action!!
Thank you everyone for coming out to join us at the Shadow Sands Bazaar tonight! See you in two months!
It is time to celebrate the Spring Blossom Moon at the Shadow Sands Bazaar! Come alone, come with a date, come with a group of your friends. Come out to shop, come out to enjoy the entertainment, come out for both!
What: The Shadow Sands Bazaar When: Saturday, April 11th at 8 PM MG/6 PM WrA Where: Lost City of Tol'vir, Uldum (Cataclysm Timeline) Neutral Event hosted on MoonGuard
For more information message me here or on Discord as Mirrielyanna
Next Saturday!
Tomorrow Night!
It is time to celebrate the Spring Blossom Moon at the Shadow Sands Bazaar! Come alone, come with a date, come with a group of your friends. Come out to shop, come out to enjoy the entertainment, come out for both!
What: The Shadow Sands Bazaar When: Saturday, April 11th at 8 PM MG/6 PM WrA Where: Lost City of Tol'vir, Uldum (Cataclysm Timeline) Neutral Event hosted on MoonGuard
For more information message me here or on Discord as Mirrielyanna
Next Saturday!
It is time to celebrate the Spring Blossom Moon at the Shadow Sands Bazaar! Come alone, come with a date, come with a group of your friends. Come out to shop, come out to enjoy the entertainment, come out for both!
What: The Shadow Sands Bazaar When: Saturday, April 11th at 8 PM MG/6 PM WrA Where: Lost City of Tol'vir, Uldum (Cataclysm Timeline) Neutral Event hosted on MoonGuard
For more information message me here or on Discord as Mirrielyanna
Character Profile: Vasandereu Sallah
~~Basics~~
Name: Vasandereu Sallah
Pronunciation: VAH-san-dah-roo SAH-lah
Nickname: Vasa
Race: Shal’dorei
Gender: Female
Birthdate: March 21st
Marital Status: Single
~~Physical Appearance~~
Skin Color:
Hair: Flat black, long waves
Eye Color: Glowing lilac
Height: 6’7”
Build: Slim
Distinguishing Marks: Ornate Facial and body marks
Tattoos: Ornate Arcane Tattoos
Likeness: Hailee Steinfeld
~~Personal Information~~
Profession: Arcane Researcher
Hobbies: Loves to looks at art in many forms. Studying the history she missed living in a bubble, Shopping, the woman loves to shop.
Residence: Suramar
Birthplace: Suramar
Fears: Quicksand, small dark spaces, mice, rats, any rodent really.
~~Relationships~~
Spouse: None
Children: None
Mother: Mivitilleu Iamdys
Father: Qeshzin Sallah
Siblings: Canynsso Eltruni (Sister)
~~Sex and Romance~~
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Preferred Sexual Role: Switch
Libido: Normal to Low
Turn ons: Whispers in other languages, sexting, confidence, hidden intimate gestures in public
Turn offs: Cruel humor, arrogance, unwillingness to learn, being ignored
Love Language: Touch
Relationship Tendencies: She gravitates toward a kind of love that feels calm and quietly present. In public, she’s comfortable with simple displays, holding hands, leaning into one another, sharing a quiet smile. She wants to be close to a partner in public, not hidden away. Vasa does not move quickly into a relationship, enjoying the get to know you phase being drawn out, but once she devotes herself she doesn’t hold back.
~~Traits~~
(Bold your character’s answer) Extroverted / In-between / Introverted Disorganized / In-between / Organized Close Minded / In-between / Open Minded Calm / In-Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In-between / Agreeable Cautious / In-between / Reckless Patient / In-between / Impatient Outspoken / In-between / Reserved Leader / In-between / Follower Empathetic / In-between / Apathetic Optimistic / Realist / Pessimistic Hard Working / In-between / Lazy Cultured / In-between / Uncultured Loyal / In-between / Disloyal Faithful / In-between / Unfaithful
~~Additional Information~~
Alcohol: Yes Drugs: Yes Smoking: Occasionally
~~RP Hooks~~
Will often be found in libraries, arcane and regular. She can get lost in a text and will miss meals, and often has to be shooed out of libraries when they close.
Is new to Silvermoon City.
Finds herself in art galleries, theaters or bars with bands because of her love of the arts.
If not there, she is likely shopping.
Her magic has been focused into fire and fear.
~~Looking For~~
Friends, frenemies, enemies, lovers, ex-lovers, pre-established relationships. Will do about any type of RP
~~How to Contact~~
Will RP here through asks or messages In Game name: Vasandereu Contact me on Discord at Mirrielyanna Reach out to me anywhere, happy to discuss RP
The Midnight Mercenaries, Prompt 1
The more Nahi worked with the healers the more setting up for injuries became ingrained in her, allowing her to work smoothly with the others. It was becoming a well rehearsed dance, one that involved many of them coming together so they could best prepare for something that one could never truly prepare for. You just never knew what the fighting would bring to them. Her eyes snapped to the path cutting through the magic shield as the first injured came through. She moved with the others, helping guide them down, hands already reaching, already working. They looked skewered, torn through, and carried a thick, earthy smell, like mulch clinging to their skin. How was that even possible? What was in there? More injured poured in, some on their own, others carried. Too many. Nahi’s gaze swept over them, her stomach tightening. Many weren’t fighters. They looked like civilians, an older man with blood soaking through his clothes, his steps unsteady as someone tried to keep him upright. Were they from the town?
She shifted from tending the wounded to preparing for them, laying out pads and blankets as quickly as she could. If this was only the first wave, they were going to need far more space. It didn’t register at first when she saw the flowers sprouting from a woman’s hand. They’d been treating wounds from the plants all day. Around her, the injured spoke of the town breaking apart, of people still alive as the plants took them. It wasn’t until she saw the woman’s skin shift, something moving beneath it, that it clicked. Then more flowers burst through her arm, splitting flesh as they spread.
Nahi stumbled back. All around her, bodies twisted, changed. becoming more vegetation than human.One of the priests called on the Light, trying to drive them back. But the instant it touched one of the shambling forms, its mouth gaped open and stalks erupted faster, spilling outward.
“Stop using Light magic!”
Nahi didn’t know who shouted it, but she saw Nara already moving, sprinting for her weapons.metal flashed as she turned back into the fray, sword cut down one of the half-formed creatures before it could rise, then drove it back, keeping it away from the healers. As they tried to group to defend themselves. The horror around her locked her in place. Nahi wasn’t one to panic easily, but this… This was worse than anything she’d faced before. A memory surged unbidden, people talking about the shambling dead that had ravaged Eversong not so long ago.
A scream cut through the haze. She turned. Roots lashed out from one of the creatures, coiling around a nearby victim and dragging them into an atrocious embrace. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stepped back, eyes glued to the horror.
Out of the corner of her vision, another slow-moving being crept through the fight toward one of the company’s druids, still focused on a man who wasn’t rising like the others. As her magic began to weave over him, it was siphoned away into the creature with a horrifying inhale. It swelled, twisting and stretching until it resembled a monstrous treeant. Branches clawed outward like a starving person desperate for a scrap of food. A lightning strike sparked into a handful of the shamblers, catching them on fire, a gust of wind followed and the creatures were forced back around the center of the healers. Then more fire began popping up around them as arrows rained down on the beings, who began to trip and fall into things. A cot at Nahi’s side began to burn and she turned to see a face formed of petals in a bud that had yet to blossom moving in towards her. Instinct overcame her, she screamed and ran… The healer’s carefully arranged space? Obliterated. She had no clue where she was, so she bolted toward the closest gap in the tents. Debris and roots threatened to trip her at every step, but she darted through it, dodging gracefully like the lifelong dancer she was.
People came into focus. Kai was flinging ice at the leafy monsters but where was everyone else? She glanced back. The plant creature had not given up on chasing her. Not wanting it to grab her friend like the others were doing, she dove sideways, barely avoiding a tent that erupted into flame.
And then… her foot hit ice. She slipped, flailed like a new born chick out of an egg, and landed in what should have been a graceful roll, but instead, she ended up tangled in a mountain of green canvas, tumbling headfirst into a pile of… pillows? Soft, sure, but really?
Pulling at the canvas only made it worse. Trying to stand she slammed her knee into something unhelpfully solid and just tangled herself more when she fell and tried to crawl through the fabric that had caught on fire that was spreading behind her. She clawed herself free and stood just to receive a face full of water from someone trying to douse the tent.
Everywhere, the camp was burning. Somewhere, monsters were still vegetating. And here she was looking like a drowned rat standing in the middle of total chaos.
( @themercenaries @kaisinasunblade @themadamelioness )
Nahi by @maddiebiscuits
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