Amazingly beautiful, and extremely poisonus, this mushroom is a central piece of most fairytale and fantasy scenes. This is one of the most famous mushroom in the world. It's vibrant red color and sticky white spots make it very interesting for animals and humas alike.
This mushroom is both poisonus and psychoactive. It's toxins work quick, and first symptoms appear after only two hours. Nausea, dizzines and sleepines are the most common ones. Hallucinations are also possible, but slightly rarer.
It's white spots can be washed out by rain, so it can be mistaken for it's edible counterpart. If you are in doubt whether or not you have eaten a poisonus mushroom, don't wait, seek medical attention immediately!
Just a fun little fic thing i wrong, its not cannon, never happened.
(( Was bored and wanted to write a fight scene thing. And daybreaker wrote the first two paragraphs and it inspired me. so here))
Saiken immediately punches Muhara in the mouth “That is for what you did to Lurlei. She is a very kind lady who should not be subjected to such treatment”. He folds his arms waiting for Muhara to finish rubbing at his lips.
"Ill tell you something else" he continued "I'm sick of these checkups. By what authority are you here? You say military but I can find nothing on who the Commander answers to. Seems to me that she could kill a baby in the middle of SIlvermoon and suffer not a single consequence. Who do YOU answer to? Who checks up to make sure YOU are not breaking the law? Whose taxes fund the operation? In what military is accosting injured soldiers encouraged? For a military, it sure does reek of self importance. Now get out of my doorway before I give you more to think about"
Muhara rubbed his jaw only half listening to what Saiken was saying. He was focused more on how proud Saiken looked after punching him, how he radiated smugness. All the issues of Lurlei, Siabi, Highguard were no longer of importance to him. He was disrespected and he wasn’t going to have any of it.
“Reek of self importance? Well good thing we solved that problem with you leaving.” Muhara’s words were venom to the already angry Knight as Daybreaker clenched his fists thinking about throwing another punch at the Ranger. Muhara looked at Daybreaker with a mix of pity and contempt “Give me more to think about? what are you going to do? sucker punch me again or give me more of an earful? There is nothing you can do to me, but there is a whole lot I can do to you and your little friends. Compared to me boy, you’re as weak as it gets.” Muhara turned on his heels walking away, expecting that he wouldn’t fight him. How could someone who didn’t want to fight Shorand think about ever fighting him. Muhara suddenly stopped in his tracks, the sound of metal scraping against its sheath as it is being drawn brings a grin to his face. He turned around facing saiken with his blade drawn pointing at the ranger “I am not weak.” He said sternly charging at the ranger.
Two slashes arched just inches away from his chest which Muhara dodged by stepping back for each slash. Holy light trailed the path of the sword as it emitted holy energy. Muhara reached for his back, drawing his spear and flashed a grin. He was greeted by another Slash which he would parry with the blade of his spear, redirecting the path of his slash away from his body so it cut only air. Every time Saikens greatsword met Muhara’s spear sparks flew from the infused holy weapon. His strikes filled with purpose and direction. Slash-parry, Slash-parry, slash-dodge, Muhara didn’t lunge for a strike or try to counter attack. This is the Lieutenant of the Highguard? This is the best Muhara Sunwind can do against me? Daybreaker thought to himself as the ranger redirected each slash to cut nothing but air. Daybreaker was in control he knew it. Muhara was so used to using a bow and arrow there couldn’t be anything he could do when forced to draw blade against blade. Saiken raised his great sword to bring down a crushing blow to Muhara maybe even snapping his spear in two if he tried to block it. Daybreaker saw this going several ways but not Muhara guiding his swing by pushing down on the top of the blade into the ground. The Greatsword dug into the dirt and what seemed to be lightning fast Muhara’s spear slapped Saiken on the wrist a loud “Clank” was heard as steel met steel bruising his wrist. Daybreaker retracted his hand, confused as to what happened dragging his greatsword along the ground with him. He was on the offensive and just in a flash was on the defense. Daybreaker looked at Muhara for a read, his face expressionless. He could only see him focused with the only eye he had left.
Daybreaker circled left around Muhara trying to stay in his blind spot. He could hear Muhara scoff, knowing the ranger hated it when people took advantage of this weakness, his achilles heel. Muhara tried keeping his eye on Saiken, who kept moving into his blind spot. Saiken had found the way to Defeat the ranger. He took this opportunity lunging at him with a strong stab. Muhara dropped onto one knee ducking under the path of the blade. He thrust his spear into the Knights chest, the tip glancing the plate armor with the sound of metal scraping. Catching the ranger in a compromising position Daybreaker thrust his great sword into his chest. A loud crack is heard as the blade isn’t able to pierce through the armor but was able to break one maybe two ribs and also knocked the wind out of him. Saiken thought this was it, this was his victory. He was no where near weak, he knew how to take an opening when he got one. Not making the same mistake as before by finishing him off with an overhead strike Saiken instead swiped his blade along the ground. Muhara planted his spear in the path of the blade blocking the attack as he regained his composure. Daybreaker couldn’t help but smile. He was winning.
Daybreaker resumed circling around Muhara staying in his blind spot, this worked there wasn’t Muhara he could do about it. He could hear the shallow breaths the ranger took from his broken rib, he could hear how weak he was “You remember your training well Daybreaker.” Muhara said with pain in his voice. With a smile Saiken lunged again at the ranger ready to claim victory which was in his grasp. In what seemed like one quick movement Muhara hammered the top of the sword with his spear, forcing it into the ground. with the butt of his spear he slashed at the Knight’s unprotected face barely cutting his nose. Saiken took a step back letting go of his sword which was stuck in the dirt. Muhara followed up by continuing in a spin, driving the spear into the side of the off balance Daybreaker finding flesh through a space between the chest plate and leg plates.
Saiken looked down at his torso in shock. He was winning, how did it turn around like this? Warm blood dripped from his side as Muhara twisted the spear in the wound before pulling out the spear. Daybreaker dropped to his knees in defeat. “Sadly, experience trumps training.” Muhara said, wiping the Knights blood from his spear on Daybreaker’s face. Muhara rested his spear over his shoulder and whistled to call over glinda.
Daybreaker had no words for Muhara as he held his hand over his wound to prevent bleeding out, picking up his stone he’d call for Siabi that he needed a medic.
Lie after lie, this whole day has been completely buried in lies and conspiracy. I have stuck fear I have seen before on people who wish they would die, I empowered others and manipulated the mind and actions of another all with lies. Despite all this strength I exhibit why do i feel so weak. I feel like an exposed nerve cringing at the slightest breeze of wind. Perhaps its because lies are not strength, lies are only as strong as they are perceived as the truth. Thats all strength really is now is it? Perception and exhibition.
Speaking to the commander was nice though, completely forgot was I am doing to Siabi, Nandine, Nyxan, Lyndari, Lorelei. We had a heart felt conversation it was very.. truthful. I shouldn’t speak of what she told me, its hers to say and not mine. I don’t see her in any different light other than what she already has been which is a respectable and strong commander.
Maybe pursuit of my own personal happiness, relations with others is a distraction like she said. After all me and Aeviana both will just end up hurting each other over the next few months but who knows.. I’ll just enjoy it while it lasts.
Decided to go to Nyxans estate and lo and behold a great surprise of her being there. Funny she has a guard hanging around her thinking that I would kill her. I have my plans for her, but it looks like Zorendius fucks things up for me like he always has why why why do I trust him. Sure he made me the ranger I am today but it came at a large price. He assured that he owes me a favor but the more I think about it, that favor isn’t worth what he is costing me. I’d be lying if i said I didn’t care about Nyxan. I probably shouldn’t have left. Cost me my eye and more. This decision is difficult what I’m going to do next... but I’ve decided that It will be whatever is best for me. I need to put my own needs before others, I need to be selfish.
I feel aweful of what I had to do to Lurlei. There is no turning back right now, I have to make sure that she knows that I -will- go through with my threats. Dropping Ahri’nu’s name did well to cement that fear. I don’t think our friendship will ever be mendable after this one. I didn’t just burn this bridge, but I scorched the grounds on which we stand. No seeds of friendship will ever grow. They don't know what I am willing to do, or my limits.
The whole secret lies in confusing the enemy, so that he cannot fathom our real intent.
My aim has been off. Its incredibly frustrating unable to hit a stationary target right where you want to. Its always off by a few inches… This whole having one eye thing is proving rather difficult.
I sparred with Lyndari and hey, barely could keep my only eye on her. Kept moving to my right side.. was hard to see her moving around. My most valuable asset, is my ability to fight. If I don’t have that.. I don’t know what else I can do. I shouldn’t dwell on these thoughts tho, i’ll cross that bridge when it comes. Practice will make things better.. maybe not the same but yes better..
I’ve sent Belaei on a mission to spy on Siabi, she hasn’t reported back to me yet she’s still probably gathering information. I want this to be very thorrough. I also sent Aveyah and she managed to report back a lot of usefull information. She reported
-A murder of a pandaren
-Somethign about killing a goblin
-My muscles… don’t know why..
-Horde Cargo and supplies in the hull
Aveyah mentioned that some of the goods they had were very peculiar for being a .. cigar selling organization or whatever you want to call it. Ales, gear, treasure like gold and some loot. Its not enough.. but it does bring into question why they have that sort of cargo from just selling cigars. Not to also mention that the cargo had horde symbols on it.. Why not a siabi symbol.. just seems to suspicious.
I got an award also. A regency award for my ‘heroics’ if thats what you want to call them in Icecrown. I have soulweaver to thank for that. Kinda forgot how it felt not being a thorn in everyone’s sides.
Daybreaker was not happy. Apparently Shorand struck him and threatened him and he didn’t like that. Then he told the commander and she gave him an earful. Apparently that made things worse, to no surprise. I don’t get it though, gave him the opportunity to fight it out like an honorable soldier with Shorand and he refused. People who hold grudges are stupid beyond belief. Unless its against a troll or undead because they don’t count.
Nerotius’s home was in the south most area of the Quel’thalas forrest. It was no homely house, or a large manner but instead a large tower. Its golden arches and panels were marvel to look at. The path to the entrance were lined with spear holding guards who stood still in an ever so eerie way you would believe them to be stone.
The rangers stepped out of the carriages walking along the long path towards the tower looking in awe at their new home. This is where they would stay until they are released from their duties. The stone paved path to the tower were surrounded by gardens, trees and brush. Each plant gave off a pleasant aroma which gave visitors a feeling of serenity and comfort. The double doors of the tower made no sound opening besides the doors unbolting. Immediately before the entrance was a grand hall at the very end of it a large golden throne. It was embroidered with gems and precious metals which glistened from the sunlight which pierced through the stained windows. Upon the throne sat a golden haired Elf who had his legs hanging off one of the armchairs lazily, laughing at one of the jokes his guests made, stuffing his mouth with various fruits.
“I see you have delivered my new personal militia Zorendius.” Nerotius spat out those words, chunks of fruit and biscuit flew from his mouth as he spoke. The sound of him chewing echoed through the hall.
“Nero, as I told you before these are trained soldiers. Not just some rats I plucked from the streets to throw into your service.”
“haha, Zorendius my old friend you always pick the right people for the job. I have no doubt of that.” Nerotius scanned the rangers who stood before him “Servant, give these four their own quarters in the tower. Good ones too, and anything they want you get them.” And with that Nerotius returned to laughing along with his guests plopping more fruits into his mouth. One of the servants approached the four, prompting them to follow him up a spiral staircase. The rangers didn’t bring any of their own belongings other than what they had with them already. Armor, bow, and blade.
“You’re room, master ranger.” Said the servant to the red ponytailed elf. Muhara opened the blue painted door to reveal a comfortable housing arrangement. Large double bed, a fireplace for comfort, a wooden dummy to practice on and shelves and shelves of books.
The room was much bigger than the entirety of his own home he lived in with his father and two siblings. The house which had no rooms, only a large space surrounded by four walls. There was so little space that he and his two siblings had to sleep together in one bed. His father had to work tirelessly to earn money, and although he worked for the reliquary he held no authority or respect. He was common, the Sunwind name was as common as the cold.
Muhara thought to himself as he closed the door behind him beaming “So this is what its like to work for a magister.” He felt he made it, this is his way into providing a life for his family, his father who used everything he could to put his children in acadamy, his sister and brother who supported him all the way. His euphoria was interrupted by a knock on the door.
He knew who he wanted it to be knocking on his door. His heart fluttered at the thought that it was Sadria Everwood. Her touch, her smell their time together in the carriage was something he never had with anyone else before. Excitedly he called “Come in!” the door opened slowly revealing a red robed Mage Zorendius. And like an extinguished fire, Muhara’s excitement was put out.
“Happy to see me?” Zorendius said smiling, he took a seat on the couch by the fireplace inviting Muhara to be seated with him. “In two days you will be leaving here for your first assignment with your comrades. I know you and your friends just got settled here but this is a matter of great importance. The kingdom of Quel’thalas depends on you succeeding on this mission.” Muhara clung onto every word Zorendius said
“There are Necromancers in our midst. They seek to undermine us, to unleash a horrible devastating catastrophe which we can not allow. Your actions will save millions of lives Muhar Sunwind, and in return the people will thank you. You will become a hero to people, your name will bear more weight than any born noble could dream of. Because you did not save Quel’thalas for gold, or women. You did it for the simple glory of our sovereign kingdom.” Muhara felt inspired by his words, he radiated with a sense of duty to protect his homeland “For the glory of Quel’Thalas.” He recited. Zorendius nodded, and took his leave. How easy it was to get the youth to give their lives for someone else’s cause.
(( Some stuff about Muhara's past and stuff. Got pretty bored and played with how exactly he ended up where he was today so decided to write a thing about it.))
Dressed in green leather and mail with their bows held at their sides, the Ranger recruits of Quel’thalas stood. Like terracotta soldiers. They stood perfectly still, obedient and loyal and in front of their captain who called them to meeting. He walked up and down along the rows examining each Ranger at a glance. He would nod approvingly or scoff with contempt at each ranger for reasons they could not guess. A deep voice broke through the lips of the captain “Today!” he shouted
“Today is four years since you had completed your training as a ranger. In those four years you have learned various skills, acquired senses that no untrained man or elf can attain. You have become protectors, fighters, Farstriders. With your promotion to the rank of Farstrider you will now be sent off as either protectors of the city, troll hunters, personal guards, and other various services which you are deemed fit for.” As he finished a silver haired elf entered the scene, wearing dark red robes embroidered with golden thread. The ends of his cuffs were singed black presumably from fire. The captain bowed in respect to the mage “Lord Zorendius, they have been prepared for you.” Zorendius returned the gesture of respect by bowing his head. “Thank you very much, Lord Nerotius gives you his thanks and his gold for your services to the magistrate.”
“It is my honor, to lend the governing body of Quel’thalas a hand in the political stability of our kingdom.” He extended out a hand to which the mage dropped a heavy pouch of gold onto. The mage turned his attention to the rangers “I congratulate you all on four years of service to our kingdom. And I congratulate you all on attaining the rank of farstrider indeed a.. prestigious rank.” He scoffed while saying “I will be asking four of you to service the magistrate. Indeed it is a great honor to serve us. We hope you will bring glory to Quel’thalas.” He began going down the row of elves picking out three out of the hundreds, asking each one of them their age and name. For his last recruit he approached an elf with long red hair who wore it in a ponytail. The mage snapped his fingers, urging him to rush. “Name, age and training boy.”
“Muhara Sunwind, 20 years, four years with the Troll Hunters.” He spat out the words which such haste the end of his sentence was unintelligible to the mage. Zorendius narrowed his eyes at the boy pointing a finger at him, announcing to the captain.
“And this one too!” Zorendius smiled at the young man “I hope you’re prepared. I am expecting a lot from you and your three companions.” The mage turned around waving his hand to signal the four rangers to follow him. Muhara and the three stood side by side following the mage closely anticipating in wonder what they would expect, what kind of job they would be doing for this mage Zorendius. The ranger who walked next to Muhara and stood an inch taller nudged him with her elbow “What’s your name?” She asked smiling at him.
“Muhara Sunwind” he replied, noticing her eyes sizing him up.
“My name is Sadria Everwood. What do you think its going to be like working under a magister?”
“I’m not entirely sure, Its probably pretty boring but with a lot of reward. I mean they’re magisters, what kind of job could they possibly give us? File their important documents? Guard them from some beggar? I bet we’ll end up having lots of free time.”
“Yeah me and you will be having -lots- of free time.” Muhara felt a firm grip on his rear. From the corner of his eye he could see Sadria grinning wickedly. He knew it was her grabbing him. He didn’t expect anything like this to happen working under a magistrate. Muhara coughed trying to pass the awkward moment. “Here we are.” Announced Zorendius “This caravan shall take us to where Lord Nerotius resides, it is where you will be staying until you are given an assignment to do? There are two carriages you four will be traveling together in pairs.” Sadria grabbed with a strong hand, pulling him off his feet and throwing him into a carriage with her. For the only time in his to be long life, Muhara was glad to be working under a magister.
