"Adventure awaits!" FC: Hayden Panettiere | Race: Gnome | Class: Monk | 110 | Mistweaver | WrA | Mostly IC blog | Don't expect too much NSFW| Icon Art done by me | Collage done by @the-littlest-chef
A cacophony of screams and terror filled the air as the battle raged on around the gnome and those of her company, falling under the banner of the Grand Alliance. She had not been called to arms, but had volunteered for this. There was no time for her eyes to gather in the horrors around her. Mists were kept at a constant swirl about her person, erupting from her marked palm and outward into those that needed rejuvenation and healing. She had left all behind for this war: her home, her beloved Manuel, her family that was Ludlow Vineyards. She would not let her fears win and over take her now.
[[NSFW below the cut. Mentions of blood/gore/war for once in a Sprankles story. Also LONG READ!]]
A cacophony of screams and terror filled the air as the battle raged on around the gnome and those of her company, falling under the banner of the Grand Alliance. She had not been called to arms, but had volunteered for this. There was no time for her eyes to gather in the horrors around her. Mists were kept at a constant swirl about her person, erupting from her marked palm and outward into those that needed rejuvenation and healing. She had left all behind for this war: her home, her beloved Manuel, her family that was Ludlow Vineyards. She would not let her fears win and over take her now.
[[NSFW below the cut. Mentions of blood/gore/war for once in a Sprankles story. Also LONG READ!]]
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a stampeding Tauren. He looked to be of the Highmountain clan with his moose like antlers and larger, more imposing build. He was snorting out of his nostrils, charging towards her with a large warmace high above his head. âOh no you donât!â Sprankles squealed out and leapt backwards gracefully, sliding with one foot behind her and the other poised at a bent knee in front of her. Her hands were posed like the striking heads of vipers, ready to defend herself and those around her from the hulking man beast.
âHiiiiii-yah!â She shrieked out again, allowing her opponent to close the gap between them, Sprankles sliding between the breadth of room between his hooves, using the force of her chi to sweep her leg directly into the weak point of the Taurenâs ankle, sending him sprawling forward and Sprankles coming out on the other side of him. She wasted none of the momentum she had gathered, leaping on the Taurenâs back and lining his leathers with a more deadly version of her glitter bombs, as well as whacking him hard on the back of his head with her staff.
In one quick flip through the air, she distanced herself as the dazed bovine adversary slowly lumbered to his feet and snorted again, giving a great roar in her direction out of anger. But it was for naught, for as soon as that roar left his mouth her bombs exploded. She just remained in her defensive stature, not feeling one ounce of remorse for the beast man as his body pulled apart and ripped in several directions, a spray of blood and gore cascading about him mixed with a heaping amount of glitter as well. It was.. quite the sight to behold, leaving some of her comrades baffled and utterly confused at the glittery demise they just witnessed.
Sprankles gave a soft, âHmph.â and nod of her head as she went back to keeping the soldiers around her alive and well, weaving in and out of Horde foes as the Alliance pressed forward towards Lordaeron. More screams erupted and interrupted her heavy flow of chi, causing her eyes to look above her, widening behind the goggles that made them appear bigger than what they were anyhow. She nearly froze before her feet began to pull her backwards out of the line of fire, her instincts to run registering before the call to fall back was.
By the droves undead soldiers poured out of the dilapidated city wearing gas masks and carrying horrid weapons filled with some nasty green substance. It was all too soon as Sprankles realized what it was; Blight. And now, it was being shot from catapults from over the walls of Lordaeron, smashing and breaking onto the ground to plague the area. Sprankles watched in utter disbelief as the Banshee Queen launched such a vicious defense, sacrificing Horde and Alliance soldiers alike to raise as terrifying skeletal figures. âShamblers...â Sprankles muttered, gathering her wits to deal with any that came her way as death ran at her boot heels, as she intended to keep several steps ahead of it.
âGo! Go! Go!â she squealed to those around her, maneuvering with great speed and precision to be one so tubby around her middle. While she could, she held the intention of getting any of those yet touched by the horrible plague as far away from it as possible. She forced her concentration, going from one target to the next with her healing mists, at least keeping them alive enough to escape, though more extensive healing would be needed after they all made safe passage, for that she was sure of.
All hope seemed to be lost, and Sylvanas seemed to have bested their King once more, just as they were all about to be swallowed up in Blight, Sprankles knelt on the ground and was ready to make peace with herself and pass on to the next world if there was one. But that moment didnât come. She just sat there as a sudden chill hit the air around her, causing her to peak one of her eyes open and look around. âHuh?â she mused to herself, jumping upright and turning to face the battlefield once more. âIts all frozen..â she murmured, suddenly seeing a large shadow come over and block out the waning light above her head. Her mouth suddenly fell agape as her magnified eyes took in the large belly of a ship floating with the pure arcane energies only one of the most powerful mages in all of Azeroth could possess. âJAINA!â she suddenly squealed, only hearing tales of the seaâs daughter and of her terrible plights. âLook everyone! ITS JAINA PROUDMOORE!â she shouted again, tugging someoneâs cloth sleeve beside her, only to realize it was one of those skeletal things, its bony appendage breaking off into her hand. âO-Oh..â she said in a bit of surprise, giving a shrug of her shoulder and raising the bone arm upwards so that she could wave at the ship with it that passed over. âHello, Jaina!â she called out, not caring whether or not her voice carried, she could at least tell others she encountered that she had indeed greeted the great Lady Proudmoore in the midst of battle.
Within the distance she faintly heard the commands of the King, shouting up to the mage and her ship, now seeing commanders of all armies leading their people towards Lordaeron once more. It was time. They would now take Undercity and Anduin would throw Sylvanas from her decrepit throne. The troop of monks that all agreed to march for the war began to move out as well. They cut, chopped, punched, kicked and beat their way through the masses of horde still trying to fend them off, though finally, the walls of Lordaeron were breached and they found themselves within the courtyard, greeted by droves of Darkspear trolls. It would appear they were not making it to the throne room anytime soon.
It gave her great pride that King Anduin did not stand idle behind them, nor did he rush recklessly forth and fight for them. No, he stood with them in the fray, leading them towards victory with the Theramoore Archmageâs aid. âONWARD!â she heard the gruff cry of Genn Greymane call out. Still, she focused her healing, glancing side to side as she shot just a touch of it towards their King, hoping it was received by him. âYou will live forever, my boy.â Sprankles whispered in gleeful excitement, always finding herself weak in the knees at the sight of the King, though such things remained only in her dreams, far away from knowing ears, especially those of her boyfriend Manny. Though right now she couldnât think too hard on his amazing posterior and how his plate armor hugged it just right, she had to keep her focus.Â
Some Darkspears got to close to her, and they quickly realized that gnomes were naught to be trifled with, especially pink-haired, overly energetic ones that were covered in glitter. She threw some of the metallic sparkling substance into the eyes of one trolless, causing her to screech out in surprised and pain. âEAT BATTERY ACID, YOU TUSK MOUTHED NINNY!â She shouted out, having laced this particular glitter with the hazardous acid of batteries from various machines in her home, causing a corrosive effect, leaving the troll blind and unable to defend herself. She didnât kill her, allowing others to do that work for her, instead she began throwing her volatile glitter into the eyes of any foe she saw, Forsaken included, flesh was flesh, no matter how much it was decayed. They still suffered the consequences of her sparkling wrath.
The companies did well at keeping those at bay that tried to block the kingâs path through to the throne room. Hell, they had fought an azerite machine and blight. A few trolls and other horde werenât going to matter much to the majority of them. It was then she saw his beautiful shimmering blonde hair move out of sight to where the Banshee Queen waited. She took a moment as trolls began to drop like flies around her, doing a victory dance in the middle of the battle field. âWe won it! Oh, yeah we woooon it!â She called out as she then tossed some of those deadly glitter bombs into the swarms of Horde still pushing through to the defense of the Forsaken city, each one exploding in a rain of substances sheâd rather never tell anyone about.
Such an immense feeling of hope and victory was short lived though. She heard the wail of the Banshee queen as she burst through the roof of the Throne room, soon landing upon a floating Zeppline high above them all, making her escape. Whether Sylvanas saw it or not, Sprankles put her two fingers in front of her eyes and then pointed them at the undead witch. âLookinâ at you, Windrunner. You canât keep running forever.â
(( @mannydrazleblast @ludlowvineyards for relevance and mentions ))
Sprankles hadnât been feeling that great, feeling as if she were coming down with a terrible cold. That didnât stop her however from getting ready and attending Brewfest and serving some wine until it became too much and her fever too high to go on.Â
So, along with her wine bot S.I.W.D. she headed towards a familiar homestead in Elwynn, one that she use to know very well. After all, it use to belong to her before she gifted it to her best friend in the entire world, Kendra Gallows. Ironforge was just too far of a travel for her to make, you see, coughing and sneezing every few minutes and shivering down to her bone, though the temperatures were quite summery still.
Not even a knock was given as she reached up and twisted a locked door knob. She simply gave it a flat look and pulled out a screwdriver from her pocket and began taking the knob off completely. Once the task was done she headed inside and was greeted with the wonderful smell of chicken soup. No word was said as she drug herself and her wine bot to the kitchen, pushing a stool next to the stove where Kendra herself stood, just staring at Sprankles wide eyed and full of disbelief. Completely flabbergasted the hangmanâs daughter just threw her hands up, âFuckinâ great! Another unwanted house guest!â She huffed out and continued to watch the gnome with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot as Sprankles made herself a bowl of soup and nasally ordered S.I.W.D to dispense her a paper cup full of the Red Fox that was cased in its reserves.Â
Tip tapping, the gnomeâs feet carried her to the table where she sat across another familiar face who was eerily silent and wide eyed. âOh, hi, Amelia.â she greeted nonchalantly, shoving a bite of the soup in her mouth before her own eyes widened. She suddenly spat out the soup everywhere, half choking on the rest as she took in the sight of the missing hand-maiden completely. She even shoved her goggles up off her eyes and rubbed at them before putting them back on âHooooly smokes!â she muttered out, Kendra cursing at her spitting out her soup mere background noise at the moment. âThe guardâs been lookinâ all over for ya, Amelia? I.. have to let them know!â
With haste she shoved more soup down her gullet and drank down the cup of wine she served herself, plucking her comm off her belt and screaming into it then coughing loudly afterwards. âI FOUND HER! GUYS, I FOUND HER! Amelia is at my old house in Elwynn and I donât know why! BUT SHE IS ALIVE AND SHE IS SAFE!âÂ
It didnât look as if Kendra nor Amelia knew how to react to the gnome at the moment.
Okay, so I started a twitter and I do not know anything at all about it. But you can find me over there too now! @ASprankles is what youâre going to be looking for or Sprankadoodles!
@art-unityÂ
Reblogs of this announcement would be greatly appreciated, and once I get finished with my give-away stuff Iâve already promised, I might even have a give-away over there!
Holt and Thorne Trading Co. is in need of Privateers/Sailors/Captains and Guards!
We are a steadily growing RP trading company built around story driven and DM event RP. We are looking to add people to our numbers and collaborate with merchants, nobles and commoners alike!
While several of our members are guilded with House Holt, guild membership is *not* required. We have a Discord for collaboration and RP and an in-game channel will be set up shortly.
OOC expectations:
-Leave your drama at the door. While we function like a family, I have a strict no bullshit policy. I simply put it to the golden rule: Treat others the way you want to be treated.
-Keep OOC/IC separated. Do not let hard feelings towards another player effect your IC interactions.
-Thick skin/maturity. We make jokes, talk shit and tease each other a LOT.
IC expectations:
-General proper use of grammar, participation
Please contact @venreenaholt or @cedrickholtstories for more info!
Someday someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes youâve never seen, theyâll look at you like youâre everything theyâve been looking for their entire lives. wait for it
Starting June 28th join with all the people of Azeroth in games to celebrate our spirit of competition! It is a time to rejoice in our victory over the Legion and the Spirit of Azeroth Games will test the best of the best to show their skills in a variety of challenges over five days.
Come to the Temple of the Jade Serpent in Pandaria at 4 in the evening starting June 28th to witness the lighting of the grand bonfire as representatives from all the races arrive with their torches. Then participate or cheer on your favorites in the events.
5 PM: JEDâHIN as hosted by the SHAâTOR
7 PM: GILNEAN FENCING (PvP combat while using white items and minimal armor.)
(This cross-faction event on Wyrmrest Accord will be hosted from June 28th to July 2nd in the Temple of the Jade Serpent. Each event will represent the values and traditions of the races of Azeroth.
Click here to fill out our form and join us in a chance to compete. Contestants are allowed to wait until the day of said event to sign up, but doing it earlier ensures that we have the people there to host the competition.
Have any questions? Send letters in-game to Morrowbranch or Lotusguard, or asks/PMs to this blog!)
A gnomish projector displays a short clip upon the outside wall of the Ludlow Headquarters with soft music chiming along. It loops over and over from dark until nine tolls of the evening bell nearly every night.
Zixa brushed off her hands and smiled widely, âLooks good guys! Just hope it stays runnin!â She turned her eyes to the Ludlow gnome squad, âNow, whoâs gonna sit out here and make sure it does?âÂ
His hands clapped excitedly before he hefted the leather toolbag over his shoulder, wiping his forehead just a bit. âWeâll take turns! The others can go run around with that dragon costume too!â He couldnât help but cackle out at that.
She smiled brightly at her friends, nodding her head in agreement with Manny. âYeah! We can take turns and Iâll even shout out at people that pass by so they know to look at it!â She beamed happily, putting her hands on her hips and looking up at the projector.
Sprankles scrambled around in near panic as she began throwing stuff all around the house. âLUCY!â she squealed out. âLUCY WHERE DID YOU GO?!â She was in full panic mode at the moment. Manny had no idea about her new friend, but she felt deep within her heart that Ser Pigbert needed a sibling, and she knew that she had found the perfect one. If she could just keep up with her.Â
Ser Pigbert just stared at his âmotherâ while she frantically called out and searched for his sister. Sprankles didnât hear the pecking sounds above them like he did. Softly he gave a snort and began trotting up the stairs. âAnd where are you goinâ, Ser Pigbert?â she questioned softly, dropping a pile of laundry all over the floor that Manny had just picked up only hours before this. The pig just continued to walk up the stairs with another grunting snort.
The pecking sounds began to resound withing Spranklesâ auditory, and she just smiled. âFouuuund youuu~!â she giggled out as she happily trotted up the stairs now, indeed finding her lost pet. Both Sprankles and Ser Pigbert couldnât help but tilt their heads at the actions of the new family member. âLucy Diamond, youâre so silly.â Sprankles murmured out with an endeared smile, loving the animal all the more for it. She was super glad that she didnât give this one to a winner at the Carnival.
Taking a moment to recognize everyone for their hard work and effort put into the First Annual Childrenâs Day Carnival event!Â
We had many take time out to help run booths and had many that gathered and farmed items for prizes. I feel a special thanks is definitely needed to for these folks!
In no particular order:
@venreenaholt (Lady Venreena Holt - For co-hosting, helping organize the event, and helping keep everyone motivated. You spechal betch.)
@odessii-dragonblade  (Odessii Dragonblade - Ran the Prize Booth)
@pyroreaper-blog  (Ser John Hatestrike - Donated items to help craft prizes and ran the Fireworks Display.)
@the-littlest-chef (Bethayn Davis - Volunteering to be a vendor with The Carriage House Cafe, providing food and drink.)
@cass-dayne  (Cassidy Dayne - Donated items to help craft prizes and ran the Ring Toss.)
@marxsus-emerick  (Marxus Emerick - Ran the Ring Toss.)
@mannydrazleblast  (Manny Drazleblast - Donated items to help craft prizes, Mammoth Rides, and for playing the part of Brunos the Brave.)
@sparkling-adventurer  (Sprankles Whizspicket - Donated items to help craft prizes, volunteering to be a vendor with Sparkling Emporium, providing all of the latest glittery sensations, and for being the referee for the Mud Wrestling.)
@dechlan-holt  (Lord Dechlan Holt - Ran the Kissing Booth.)
@serilynnmaze  (Serilynn Maze - Donated items to help craft prizes and ran the Kissing Booth.)
@adhelin  (Lady Adhelin Holt - Donated items to help craft prizes and ran the Bobbing For Apples.)
@vladimirbaustent (Captain Vladimir Baustent - Donated items to help craft prizes and ran the Dunking Booth in a lion cloth.)
@feathers-of-a-dove (Lady Aylin Holt - Ran the Strong Man)
Yâvear (no tumblr to link) - (For helping spread the word ICly to those in the WrA community.)
and anyone else that I might have missed with my foggy, tired brainâŠ
@ludlowvineyards @householt
Thank you all so very much,
The writer behind Elizebella
(Yes, that is my terrible handwriting above in the gif. xD)
âThis cannot be the only thing that can be done.â She shook her head in disbelief, tears clinging to her eyelids as she fought the urge to cry, âI will not accept this. The Light heals and saves all who believes. This is not some medicinal need. He needs the Light and needs for me to fight and to believe, when he has lost his way.âÂ
Youâre the reason people turn off anonymous asks on their blogs. Youâre the reason people are upset. Youâre the reason people cry. And youâre a fucking coward for hiding behind the anonymity of the internet to try to tear someone down. Weâre all in the same community, whatâs the point in trying to knock someone elseâs crown off? News flash, the world doesnât revolve around you.
This PSA does not apply to my blog specifically. Rather, I heard from a very close friend of mine that they were getting anonymous hate, and they were told that they were apparently trash for being willing to RP with Quelâdorei. I know youâre out there, anon. Consider this a warning. Donât be such a namby-pamby, yellow-bellied fucking cuntmuffin. If you have an issue with someone, handle it respectfully and maturely, or just unfollow them and pretend they donât exist. Donât hide behind a grey face with glasses and think that youâre hot shit.
This does not, however, just apply to that person. This applies to ANYONE who sends in anonymous hate. Itâs not fucking cool. Especially if the person has not done anything to you, and even if they have, itâs a childish, immature and weak way to handle it. If youâre reading this, and have anonymously hated on someone you know exactly who the fuck you are. And you should feel guilty for trying to hurt someone through the Internet, behind the safety of a computer screen in your own home. Keep this in mind - if someone commits suicide as a direct cause of your actions or words, you can, and will, be arrested, and likely charged for that personâs passing. Weâre all fucking human here. So either sack up and say what issues you have to someoneâs face, or donât say anything at all and get the fuck off of this platform.
Donât like me saying all this? Come on. Try and anonymously hate on me. I fucking dare you. Because let me tell you something, I donât put up with that shit. Your words are about as meaningless to me as my birth father. You donât scare me. Why? Because I know youâre the one whoâs afraid here.
