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Daily Writing Challenge August 2025 Day 1 - Ethereal/Calculate

Within the magi's Azerothian sanctuary in his pandaren home, the room was in a flourish of beautiful organized chaos! From the floating books making their ways on and off their high shelves, to journals that were being written in with enchanted quills, to conjured hands ensuring that experiments were receiving every pulse of attention required. It was one of those days that Talthorn needed to allow his active mind to branch out on a few select avenues. All the while that these smaller task were taking place, the magi himself is meticulously studying his newest creations with a fueled drive and enthusiasm on a table scattered with intriguing parts and dusts. His focus was so intense in this breakthrough and was on the cusp to harness all of his knowledge into a goal he could achieve! He was determined to learn from his mistake from the past when entering the astral realm and had been perfecting this pair of magical items to shift in composition as a body and its form in energy does when part of that plane of existence. These instruments of 'time' were going to be ideal for the next trip for him and Kal'dalah.

He knew it was probably going to be -years- before there was to be a return to that realm, but when it did happen? He wanted to be ready and would have the confidence to give assurances that were going to have expected results. Gone would be the days of unknowing years to disappear for a planned visit because Talthorn would give the knowledge and control over surroundings as never before! Or so he thought…. Looking like a crazed madman with his long hair in a mass of silver braids swirled up into a large bun, his custom multi-level loupe hugged his face as he analyzing the new elements he had fused in place. He gives out a rather satisfied laugh before finally lifting up with that sense of pride because finally he had done it! These glistening new creations just needed to be tested, and thanks to other artifacts he had collected over the years it was going to be so simple to test! After removing his head piece, he goes right to work in being able to confirm his invention would activate correctly. Talthorn had a large collection of items that allowed him access to the Astral Realm. There was a vast way to be of and move what was defined as such. Much of his selection had a long, lengthy process to be able to intiate and whenever they had been used in the past, the magi felt extremely limited in his movement. He had grown in experience and knowledge since those days, having his mind become more free and open to the true potential one could reach when on that plane being taught first hand by his soulmate. However this specific scenario wasn't going to require any movement, only presence! So the elder circlet he had acquired a millennium ago would service him well for this experiment. He didn't waste time on ceremony, for this was already years in the making and felt he could do this before dinner! The magi moves toward his dedicated area in which he has made just for such an occasion in his sanctuary and ensure that every other task is given rest from his magical motion. Slipping on the both the ancient headpiece and his wrist band together, his heart skips in anticipation for the results. Activating his invention and then the circlet caused a unique melding in him acquiring an astral form and in those brief moment in which he was able to shift and know that glorious feeling of freedom he could see that his creation melded with him! It did not fracture or disappear like his last one had and while this gave him that feeling of achievement, it could not last long due to the dramatic SHATTER of this celestial transition bringing him back to his mortal form. Well. That wasn't supposed to happen!

His eyes scan over the area and when he reaches for the circlet it was missing! He glances down to see the elder headpiece had splintered in two and found its way to the ground to sizzle with that burst moments ago but now he had more questions! He motions to pick up the pieces with his right hand he freezes in realization it was along with his full forearm, still shimmering in celestial starlight. Lifting it back up, his eye grow larger with this surprise! It seems that there was another unexpected development! He couldn't see his invention on his arm at all. Had it….melded somehow? "Fascinating…." were his only words aloud to himself as he rotates it slowly to analyze this reaction. He was still somehow able to grasp things! There was limited feeling but that was surely normal, right?! Ooh he was going to have to document all this for his journals! It wasn't until he was called for dinner did he snap out of his trance of his exploding thoughts about this unexpected development! He scrambles to conjure up some gloves for now, thinking even though it might make rather sparkling conversation over their meal? Best not to worry his husband first thing when coming out that door…. @daily-writing-challenge

(( A couple unexpected outcomes despite all his calculations! I am sure Talthorn will find a remedy to his ailment soon, but everyone keeps tell him he's made of stars so now he has a bit of proof for a while! ))

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TEXET 880 Executive Calculator (880A)

9v (PP3).

Display is 8 digits, red LED.

4 functions, %, memory.

Single integrated circuit - MOS MPS-7560 (in this example date coded week 37 1979)

Made in Hong Kong.

This model is labelled 880 on the calculator and 880A in the instruction manual.

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August DWC 2025

Day One – Calculate

Stone read the message twice before sending it. He didn’t waste words or explain more than was necessary. - Keltariel wants answers. His mother’s death. Can you look into it? -

He hesitated only a moment longer, thumb hovering. The truth was he’d wanted to do this for years ever since the details of Velluria’s death had been delivered to him too neatly, too quickly, wrapped in the sort of silence that only money and fear could buy. But there had always been other battles, louder needs with Sivandris at the time that kept him from having the time to look into it.

Now, Keltariel himself had asked. Which meant now it mattered more than anything. The message blinked away, delivered. He leaned back in the comfort of that wooden chair that had somehow become his chair in these passing months, already turning over contingencies. Jacques would know how to move, he always had. In this, he could trust.

The stepfather, Erux Tenall and some lesser lord once upon a time within Suramar. Jacques had started where he always did, with people who once warmed Erux’s bed. Lovers never forgot, and the bitter ones talked more than they realized.

Tonight it was a shal'dorei woman who’d grown out of the gilded haze of her youth but still carried its perfume. She liked attention, needed it really, and Jacques was more than happy to oblige. A crooked smile here, a subtle brush of fingers against the back of her hand as he poured her wine. He let her feel seen, radiant, as though she was the only star in the tavern.

“You know,” Jacques murmured, leaning close enough that his breath ghosted her ear, “I’ve always admired your taste. But him? Lord Tenall? You can’t tell me that was anything but boredom.”

She laughed, bright and pleased, covering her lips with her hand. “Boredom pays well,” she teased, eyes flashing.

Hook, line and sinker Jacques thought keeping his smile lazy. “Ah'yeah, but men like him don’t just pay with coin, do they? They pay with words. Complaints. Little truths they can’t keep down when the wine is warm and the bed warmer.”

Her expression flickered. For a moment, Jacques thought she might shut down, but she tilted her chin instead as pride won out. “He did complain now and then a long while back,” she said, almost coyly. “About that boy… Always sneering. Couldn’t stand the sight of him. Said he was a reminder of what was owed to him and denied.”

Jacques feigned ignorance, widening his eyes just enough. “Denied? Surely a man like Erux never lacked anything.”

“He lacked an heir,” she corrected, voice dropping as if the shadows were listening. “He said as much more than once. That Velluria made a fool of him. That her boy was no blood of his, and she would pay for that insult.” Her words were bitter, spite tangled with memory. Jacques didn’t need to push further. He only tipped his glass to her, eyes half-lidded in admiration. “See? I knew you had better taste than him mon chérie. You remember the details.” She blushed at that, laughter spilling, the truth already his.

The second source was less glamorous. A former servant from Erux’s household, now a bitter man with dirt under his nails and a chip on his shoulder. He was easier and Jacques knew greed when he saw it, and the jingle of coin loosened his tongue far faster than flirtation.

“You didn’t hear it from me,” the shal'dorei muttered, eyes darting around the darkened alley where Jacques had cornered him. “But he was always raging before she died. Even after she died I heard talk of getting what they deserved. And he poured money into the Queen’s schemes too once she passed, kept her fat with gold even when she starved the rest of us.” Jacques tilted his head, studying him like a cat might study a mouse. “And now?”

“Now?” The shal'dorei spat. “He rots in his manor. Doesn’t leave, not once. Hires mercs, good ones too, pays ‘em enough to keep their mouths shut and their blades sharp. Even if Suramar's free and changed he knows he’s got enemies and debts waiting to be called. That's why I left as soon as I could.”

Jacques smiled faintly. “Debts have a way of catching up, don’t they?”

The servant paled at the tone, clearly eager to be dismissed. Jacques pressed a coin into his palm and sent him scurrying.

Later, when the city quieted and the moon hung high, Jacques left the taverns and alleys behind. The Tenall estate loomed on the distant edge of Suramar, half-buried in shadow. He didn’t go near the gates though as he wasn’t that foolish. Instead, he climbed to the rocky rise overlooking the valley, settled in the grass, and let his rifle rest steady against his shoulder.

Through the scope, the picture sharpened. Lanterns patrolling the walls. Men armored, armed, and far too disciplined to be local guard rabble. A rotation every twenty minutes. The gates themselves fortified with reinforced metal keeping eyes from peering inside.

Jacques hummed softly under his breath, the sound lost to the wind. Mercenaries indeed, good ones too. Bought loyalty was always temporary, but temporary could last a very long time with enough coin. Erux had planned well, he’d give him that. The man wasn’t just hiding, he was digging in. Jacques lowered the scope, stretching his shoulders before he packed the rifle away again. His smirk was small but certain. Safe behind your walls, hm? Safe for now.

The next day, Jacques leaned back in the chair of a low tavern, the weight of his findings circling like hawks. He twirled his glass idly between his fingers, lips curved with a cigarette low hanging from the corner of them. Erux, bitter and holed up, wrapped in mercenaries no innocent man or elf would keep on payroll. An elf who thought coin could still buy him safety. But Jacques had heard enough. The puzzle wasn’t complete, but the outline was clear. Clear enough to bleed him when the time came. If they wanted answers they'd have to get to the source. Damn Velluria for keeping her secrets so close to her heart.

He flicked open his communicator, thumbs gliding over the surface with practiced ease. -I’ve got something. Best if we meet.-

The glass clinked softly against wood as he set it down. No wall, no mercenary, no coin purse would hold forever. And Jacques knew just where to start tugging to get them inside.

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DWC- Day 1- August 17th-Ethereal, Calculate

{Somewhat NSFW; Foul language. Minor details}

“You sure you're ready for this one Fid?”

“I’m sure.”

The two had gotten word about some of the welcomed races going missing, from the light forged to the ren’dorei and shal’dorei. From all ages and genders it mattered not, through with the children that is what yanked at Fid’s heart when he had spoken of the bounty and the lengthy time it would take for them to get there, thanks to the bounty hunter's antics of not getting on things that move very often, this time though it was inevitable as no one wished to even take them near the place of rumors and whispers, people feared and avoided it like the pledge.

Thinking they were pussy's, Haven happily taken the flyer, a few days later now they had arrived somewhat… No, not close to the destination at all, with the demons vanished back into the world of the void, and it now a barren wasteland for the most part, the militia had done a good job ensuring no more would make it back to this world without summons, and summons meant contracts, so unless there was a rogue warlock there would be no problems.

Once they found a good spot he had started setting up the camp site and was happy about this job, placing down the large luggage of his weapons and placing rocks for a fire pit, he wanted it to be homey as possible and he did, once everything was set up the two went into the tent and settled in for the night, knowing they would have a long trek ahead through the thickets and through an orchard that was around.

Halfway through the night he had gotten up lighting a smoke, standing up he went and walked outside the tent scratching his rear some and looked for a good tree to relieve himself on, once one was picked out, he went through some pushes and took a long drag of his smoke doing his business now. Though hearing some twigs snap he glanced around, lightly adjusting his mask as he glanced around, all went quiet for a moment, that was till he heard his wolf yelp out, not even zipping he took off running to the camp in a frantic, throwing his smoke down seeing Kima netted and biting at the ropes and snarling he quickly went to the tent.

Fid was not there, he went in and moved blankets, pillows anything he could to see if fid was hiding, even looking for the tracker, that was missing to, zipping up and struggling to buckle he slung the bag over and began to suit up as quick as he could assuring pure safety, gripping his combat knife once decked out he went and cut the ropes for his loyal wolf to get out of, though she snarled at him for not doing it in the first place, she soon took off, as did he pulling on his jacket he took off, his healers life depended on it.

He may not have been the fastest but he could at least see Kima's tail in the distance till she had gone through some of the brush, biting onto the tracking device he normally used only for his wolf while she hunted he saw it was on and beeping like mad and showed the location after a few good hits to it, signal was wonky, something was interfering with his tec.

Jumping over some brushes and finding himself in some swampy water he went on like a champ, keeping his breathing regular and his heartrate down as best he could they soon saw a house, pinning his back to the wall he slowly peered inside seeing people in hooded outfits and candles all around, he then got to the door, looking at his loyal pet, then to the door, she hunched down awaiting, this wasn’t the first time they’ve done shit like this… But could it be the last? Once he backed away from the door enough, he lifted his heavy boot and slammed it into the door knocking it off the weak hinges, in between the bounty hunter and Kima.

While taking down anyone and everyone in his way that dared to come at him, shots rang throughout the whole place as well as snarls and screams, with Kima doing her job he would run up the stairway and continue his massacre, no one… NO ONE STEALS FROM HIM. No one takes his healer! Fuming he surged through the house, bullet casings flying to the floor still smoking as he still let loose. No one around would be able to withhold this man from getting back who was his, even if he was getting shot at, slashed at and magic users trying to hit him he pursued! Making his way through the house with anger and adrenaline rushing, taking whatever hits but yet killing them, reloading, unloading in anyone, everything had to be carefully and quickly calculated with this pursuit.

Seeing the kitchen he soon walked in, noticing the long ears lining up along with fingers that had been taken off, herbs, pots brewing on the open fire, these people were sick. Horns and hooves laying here and there, some in jars. Noticing a door he rammed his shoulder into it, once, then again, seeing it was giving way he was flying through next time and he found himself upside down and sideways as he tumbled down the stairway slamming into the stone wall at the end, his head rang and hurt horridly. Groaning he slowly pushed himself up, so slowly and fell to his elbow on the first attempt groaning again.

Screams of a woman were heard down the hall, then a scream that he dreaded to hear, shaken he pushed up crying out Fid’s name. No answer, only more screaming as well as wails of the children, oh this triggered his adrenaline once more, pushing through all the pain from the fall and from running everywhere he hobbled down the hallway stepping in what he had only hoped was water, with hearing chanting once he was right at the door he saw a child on a stone slab, a woman on the ground, a gruesome sight to see.

“Where the fuck is Fid?!”

“Ahh, the little Elf with the gun finally shows…”

The voice echoed as the runes lit up, the light was nearly blinding but Key shot off the clip of his gun knowing he aimed right at the person in question, once the light dimmed the cloths fell to the ground soon enough he took a step in the room, only to hear Fid yell at him.

“Don't come in, the circle can still go active! You have to destroy it! Just don’t touch it with anything connected to you.”

“Guess a broom is out of the fucking question!”

“No Duah you big dummy!”

Shaking he danced around looking everywhere to figure out how to mess up the ritual circle so no one would get harmed, hearing a drip of water he looked that way, quickly hobbling to the puddle he had stepped in earlier he cupped his hands and quickly gathered the water, walking back to the room he splashed the markings, then went back and forth again till it was distorted enough.

Quickly he went in and looked around, noticing shuffling he gripped the nearest torch and went right to the movement, seeing Fid was tied he placed the torch down and untied him, glancing over his shoulder here and there, seeing the child on the table now, and a woman on the floor not moving, shivering some he would soon be done with the ropes.

“Stay here, I’m going to check on the kid.”

Getting up he gripped the torch and quickly went to the child, seeing she was still breathing, he walked around to the now cloth pile on the floor and kicked it around to make sure nothing was in there, who the hell knew what other shit storm could pop up after this crap. Wincing some he laid the torch on the table and started to untie the kid, picking her up.

“That was messed up…”

Looking to the healer as he spoke a nod was given, though he paused after lifting his foot to go tend to Fid as well, the healer was undoing the bandages, once they dropped to the floor Key nearly dropped the kid in surprise, though got a grip on himself, seeing the healer's eyes glowing golden, able to get lost in them, they seemed so.. Ethereal- beyond his comprehension at the time. Now opening his mouth then closed it a few times, speechless, fearful.

“I.. I um….”

“I will get the kids out that I can, and that can walk, you pick the locks, it's what you're good at doing, then we will meet outside and talk, come, you don’t know how little time we may have,”

“I.. I..”

Shifting after Fid took the kid from his arms and softly urging the others outside the door, the bounty hunter's hand quickly went to his mask then to his hair slicking it back some, muttering so many unknown words, snapping from it he quickly went to work, picking the locks and quickly ushering the kids and others out, some were blind others wounded, but he quickly got them all out and lead them to the outside, most cried and held one another, the draenei prayed and cried as they huddled.

With everyone safe the bounty hunter's heart nearly dropped from his chest once he saw Fid kneeled down with the child he had taken from the ritual table, sucking things up he walked over to see if things were alright, Kima soon by his side and plopping down tired and needing her rest for now. He smiled down at his wolf then watched Fid and the child.

“He… He took mommy's eyes…”

“I know, but the bad man is gone, do not worry yourself little one.”

With that said and done he got up as the kid ran off to go with the others, looking to the bounty hunter now. Finding himself tensed some as he gulped, his mouth couldn’t feel drier with all of this, his head began to spin, his vision blurred, his energy had been spent now, now his fate was within the healer's hands. Fears rioted though his head, fearful Fid would leave, why though… He was so used to being left. To be alone… His own mind betraying him briefly as he spiraled some in memories.

“Don’t go near that weirdo. His parents abandoned him, left him here.”

The voices of the other kids haunted him, of when his parents tugged him to the orphanage and just left him, always wearing a mask so no one knew the pain in his eyes, always wearing boots that seemed too big, he was a freak to the others. In reality… No one ever knew. Loved, Accepted.

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