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“... Are you gonna eat that?”
#self harm // The last gift from Wrathion is given in person. He takes her hand brusquely, pricks her thumb with a knife, then draws blood from it. With a quick and practiced move, he repeats the same gesture on his own wrist and draws a little of his own blood out. From these two reagents, he crafts a deep blood-red gemstone like the ones he wears on his outfits - which he then passes to her with a bow and a smirk.
She’s seen him do this before, and she doesn’t stop him. Still, she looks a little shocked as she takes the bloodgem, turning it over and over in her hands. “I am honoured, Wrathion.” She smiles at him.
The next gift from Wrathion is an expertly balanced shortsword. It's loosely fashioned after Milanda's runeblade, but with beautiful scripture down the blade and hilt invoking the Light's love and rebuking evil. There are several empty sockets along its hilt and pommel; accompanying it is a note that the grip can be adjusted for the user's comfort, and that the sockets can be filled with whichever magical gems the user might wish. It can be used as a main or offhand blade.
She looks the blade over with a grin, turning it over and over in her hands. “Oh.. wow…”
In the back of her mind, she hears an angry chattering.
"Shut up."
The first of Wrathion's three gifts is an elegant and sharp claw, made of metal filigree with a chain to connect it to a relatively simple, but matching, bracelet. It's designed to be worn over the index or ring finger of the hand. It's cast in white gold, with a sea-green gem set into the part of it which goes over the finger. Engraved on the inside of the bracelet is the date the gift was given.
Milanda looks over the piece with a grin on her face. “Oh… this is beautiful.” She enthusiastically puts it on, slipping the claw on her right ring finger.
Spooky Scary Skeletons
"Wrathion? Wrathion where are you?"
Anduin wanders through the Tavern in the Mists, wondering if the dragon is still around. He's wearing a costume that he thinks the dragon will appreciate. He hopes Wrathion will anyway...
I mean big & bushy! One so long you can tie It Into plaits!
Wouldn't that get in the way? I heard tell one of my dwarven champions met her end when she allowed such an indulgence. I'm trying to cultivate an image here, you know, and tripping over my own facial hair is not a part of it.
Forget cutting your hair, you should totally grow a glorious beard to match you ponytail!
I have a glorious beard! *he sticks his chin forwards and points* Do you not agree that it is glorious?
She walks over and huffs, staring at Wrathion. "All right, Wrathy. I got your stupid Sigils. Now what?"
Well, seeing as you already have something of a positive reputation with me, my dear, I'll fill you in on our next step!
Have you heard of the Sha of Fear? It's taken up residence in the Terrace of Endless Spring - pursue it there, defeat it, and rip out its spirit.
