#ricardyan

[uselesswarlock]

(( Amchur )) "You ought to cauterize whatever is making you spew that. ... or drink in the blood of more enemies."

Her eyes rolled as she wiped away the blood, “You know damn well neither of those are going to work. If it was that simple a lot less people would have their panties in a twist over my choice of magic.” Her face contorted in disgust at the taste in her mouth, pulling out a bottle of random booze that she, no doubt, stolen from the last tavern she was in. “Today is going to be a long day. What brings you out to my neck of the woods?”

[ricardyan]

5 (Little Known?) Facts (double fun!)

(( Tagged twice by safrona-shadowsun, so let’s go with Ricardys and Ricardyan! ))

The Iron Docks incident forced the crimson-plated woman to stay away from the battlefield due to reviews by leadership and nosy nobles in Stormwind. The young moonkin had little reason to join the fight without his father on the front lines, although from time to time he would tend to the wounded on Draenor with his mother. With a cool breeze gently brushing through Teldrassil, the two noticed an unusual survey delivered to them.

“Um... five facts?” the moonkin inquired with an arched brow.

Fact 1: “Hm... let’s see...” The woman pondered in thought, knowing that some facts were best left a mystery. “Well, I know the ‘Wormhole Incident’ turned me into a full-fledged female, as opposed to someone that was operated on to look like one.” She chuckled softly, thinking about what would’ve happened if it was actually by snipping off a few parts and stuffing other parts of her body.

“Um... I’m not a real moonkin?” The young moonkin shrugged, still trying to dig facts into himself.

Fact 2: “No, no, son... Think deeper. Many know you’re a shapeshifting Druid. I’ve seen you become a tree, you know.” She smirked to the moonkin as he chuckled. “For my next fact... I saved a key ‘Alliance Magess’ from doom in Icecrown Citadel. I nearly died, but at least no one else died on my watch!”

“Whoa...” The moonkin couldn’t help but look at awe to the woman. “Um... I’d say I have three Treant friends, but when they tried to help me in Draenor the mean Orcies blew them up. They decided to stay as wispies here. You also gave away that I’m really good at using the healy green magic with the tree bit!”

Fact 3: “We’ll count that as your second fact, kiddo.” She playfully ruffled the feathers on the moonkin’s tiny crown. He giggled with amusement. “Well, many know I am an expert at Gnomish engineering, but I do invent less practical devices, half of the time inappropriate for public use.” Her lips shifted to a mischievous grin.

“Eeeee! Nuuuu!” The moonkin lightly poked the woman on the side. “Mommy wouldn’t like it if you showed those!” The woman chuckled again with amusement. “So a third fact? Well... I’m only a few calendar years old. You and mom told me how Miss Lio used her special magics to make me exist and grow fast into a healthy, strong boy.”

Fact 4: “And you developed as fast as you aged! We both were caught by surprise on that one. Let’s see, for me...” The woman took a brief pause to dig deeper. “Oh yeah, this one should be obvious enough. It was while you were still very young, growing as you were. I was one of the first responders to aiding the Kal’dorei when the Cataclysm first hit Azeroth and kept the Horde as well as the Twilight’s Hammer from encroaching further.”

“Oh yeah! You’re a hero!” The moonkin clasped his hands as his words beamed with excitement. “For me, I dun have a whole lot to say... But I did learn from a Panda how to fist a giant bug.”

Fact 5: The woman couldn’t help but burst in laughter. “Whoa there, kiddo. Careful how you say things. Fisting is considered one of those naughty acts. But yeah, your mother was quite worried when you were inside such a colossal creature. At least you know how to defend yourself.” The woman thought hard on the last fact. “The last fact... I could think of quite a few, but this one stands out a lot for me. I used to date a Death Knight with a very intimate preference of activities involving the backside while your mother and I shared the same body. It was through that empty relationship I realized my heart was for your mother.”

“Um... you should teach me how to relationship sometime, Dad.” The woman nodded in agreement to the moonkin’s request. “For me... Um... between your fiery light thing and Mom’s moonlight thing I dun think I have any light powers from either of ya. Wouldn’t a lil’ boy or girl have something from either mom or dad?”

“You would be surprised, kiddo. Remember you had Lio that made it possible for you to exist. If anything you probably inherited some of those powers from Lio or Lilly through that magic. If your mother and I do manage to have another child without aid, though, that one would inherit some form of Light.” The moonkin nodded to the woman’s words of wisdom. How much of it was understood, however, was a mystery.

Tagging: <insert obligatory open season for anyone to take up the fun facts>

[uselesswarlock]

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The truth is, she doesnt quite know what to think yet. She does get annoyed by the “I have to save x, y, z” kinda mentality but she also likes to derail people’s searches and get them in trouble so she keeps showing back up haha

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Hostage (Your pick)

Send “Hostage” for a starter where my muse has been taken hostage)) ricardyan

The warlock sighed struggling against the chains. “This is stupid. You didnt even ask me if I wanted to go first...” Mira grumbled, the room was dark and for some reason she could barely muster the energy to complain, let alone set something on fire. “This is why everyone hates death knights! You are all assholes! Let me out!!”

[ricardyan]

--and Back!

(( Continued from: http://ricardyan.tumblr.com/post/111844259570/into-hell ))

The sight was not pleasant for the moonkin and Worgen Priestess. Picking herself and Ricardyan up quickly, Oregano moved as swiftly in the direction of the woman as possible, preparing first to pull her behind anything that could serve as protection, and then to channel healing magic into her. The young moonkin did not hesitate to take cover with his mother. Although the healing magic did seal the wounds, the form rested limp and unresponsive, almost lifeless. The child offered the touch of nature that he could, limited by his form, in desperation. Yet the body being flung did not go unnoticed. Several soldiers approached the cover with axes and rifles, one yelling out. "Death is all that's left for you, human! We WILL have those weapons!" "I need time, Ricardyan--do not hesitate to strike, I will shield you and continue to mend..." She quickly cast a shielding spell on Ricardyan and focused her most powerful spells into Ric. With a nod, the moonkin stepped out of hiding to hold their foes at bay. Instantly a storm of lead, fire, and steel showered the child. The shield held to the storm as the child retaliated with a hail of stars and celestial fire from above. Yet the shield met its match when a hulking monster of an armored Orc, carrying a heavy, spiked warhammer with one hand, charged at the child, smashing through the shield to pin him to the wall! "The strongest of body are often the weakest of mind...forgive me, but I cannot allow you to harm my son."  Oregano turned, pausing only briefly in her healing of Ricardys to focus a sharp blast of psychic energy into the mind of the Orc. The Orc slowly turned his head to face the Priestess, his left hand holding the child to the wall by the throat. A scarred eye pierces through the Priestess' gaze, feeling her will try to pry at his mind. "You forget where you are, mutt." His hand did release the child, but now he was focused on her instead, marching slowly to her. "Those of weak will do not survive here." Oregano smiled sadly, her voice sincere.  "Yet it is not will that those who hunger ever for war temper.  To kill is always the easiest path--maintaining peace...now that, requires mental fortitude."  She raises a hand, a beam of psychic energy strong enough to ripple the air around it blasting into the Orc's forehead, prying inside*  "Embracing death does not make you stronger indeed, it only makes you more of an animal than I could ever be." "GRRR..." The Orc clutched his head to the sharp pain that surged through it. In that moment of distraction, the child casted away the moonkin form to reveal that of a young boy appearing human in nature. Sneaky, but swift, a surge of nature spilled into the fallen Ricardys with a thrust of the child's arms upward! Oregano took the opportunity to clench her fist, the beam suddenly coalescing and detonating in the Orc's mind with a word of death.  "To live by death is only to embrace it all the sooner.  If only there had been another way." The Orc knew well what death meant. "Yes... AND YOU WILL JOIN ME!" In a moment of desperation through the mental trauma, the Orc charged through to grasp at Oregano's neck and pin her down! Yet it was not her neck that would feel the grip of death. Ricardys, with life renewed and her inner fire blazing, snapped forward to grip the Orc by his neck!

"No, just you alone." With one swift tug, the Orc's head met the hardened wall, the skull cracked open as he fell over limp. Oregano sighed.  "To fight without love, to have only a passion in hatred and bloodlust...  I will never understand such desires.  Are you alright?" The crimson plated woman, with wounds purged by the healing from both her wife and child, smiled to her beloved, taking the Orc's warhammer at hand. "Had it not been for you two, I would have met death defending those I love and care for. We should make haste, though. That warship is waiting to send its raiding party over, and they're far worse than the grunts here." Oregano nodded.  "We must make for a more fortified position, one out of range of their cannons." The young child returned to his moonkin form, looking around. The Orcs that were surrounding them were starting to clear out. "Um... mom? Dad? We oughta go this way. I think the big boat's gonna shoot." "Yes, likely with as much firepower as it can muster--take cover!" the Priestess cried out. The child didn't hesitate to let out an adorable bellow of a roar, surging through his veins a burst of speed. With a quick jolt and leap, the moonkin took cover towards where he entered with his mother. The big cannon unloaded an Iron Star straight for the cover Ricardys and Oregano were using! Oregano's eyes narrowed.  Having watched the explosives in action many times, by now, the knowledge of how to stop it sprang into action as she drew a wand and aimed squarely, firing a bolt into the heart of the Star while it was still at range. "Impact...that will deton..."  She dropped abruptly, waiting for the shower of shrapnel to cease. Ricardys knew well that they wouldn't waste time with one shot. "We'd better move before they fire again." She nodded once to Oregano before charging through the instant the shrapnel shower ceased. Oregano turned briefly to make sure Ricardyan was in sight before moving quickly as well. The young moonkin awaited the two a distance away, closer to where they entered the docks. Turning around revealed several Orcs with rifles aimed at him. "Uh--oh?" Yet behind the Orcs were three figures, one encased in shadows with a silent screech. Instantly, the four suddenly scattered, dropping weapons in fear, screaming for their lives. Heading toward the boy were an Arakkoan Talonpriest, a Dwarven Death Knight, and a Saberon. Without pausing, Oregano glanced at Ricardys.  "Explosions do not seem to discriminate, it seems..." Ricardys looked over beyond the boy to see three familiar faces, smiling. "I think a bird decided to screech their ears out. That would be our ticket out of here. Let's head back to my garrison before we have more to deal with." Oregano picks up the pace, not wasting the window of opportunity.  "They could call this the land of running and screaming, at this rate..." "C'mon!" The Dwarf hollared, waving the Bloodblaze trio over. "This way! We got ye some gryphons waitin'!" Ricardys and Ricardyan followed suit, the triad that recently arrived leading everyone out of the Iron Docks towards a cliffside. Indeed, gryphons waited with plenty of cover to stay hidden to take everyone away from the place and back to Shadowmoon Valley. "Now we hope there's a garrison still standing..." the Priestess noted with concern. "Should be, unless we pissed someone else off..." Upon arrival, the garrison was standing... but this time with Sentinels covering the garrison entirely, as well as what appeared to be a few siege tanks! "Huh... they finally started buildings tanks." "Would that they were not needed.  By this war's end, will Draenor's preservation have saved more lives, or cost them, I wonder..." She nodded, looking towards the Dwarf as they landed. "Take charge for me, and make sure we're staying low for the time being. I'll be in touch once I get my things back." A deep sigh of relief escaped the woman before facing her beloved and child. "Garrosh's mess doesn't seem to end, it seems. Ever since the Horde gave him one chance, everything's been going to hell no matter where we go. I'd like to see war end." "I suspect the Iron Horde, as great of a threat as they are, is only the prelude, love.  This Timestream's Archimonde and Kil'jaeden will not take kindly to being spurned by the orcs, and I can only guess where that will lead." Ricardys nodded to her love's warning. The young child looked up to the two, tilting his head. "But if we don't stop the baddies, then there'd be nobody left." "If it comes to dealing with the Legion, we may wish to talk to Sethiel and Kallanas--they would both have rather unique insights, there." Oregano's words of wisdom were something to think of, but for now Ricardys saw a break in the fighting that should be used. "Indeed, but for now let's enjoy this moment together back in Darnassus before I get some alliance big wig sitting me down with a thousand accusations in the form of questions. No doubt they'll be mad about what happened." Ricardyan nodded to Ricardys' suggestion, immediately heading to their home in Darnassus to gather Ricardys' belongings. "I will be glad to join you there...even a moment of calm in the face of such aggression is to be treasured." Oregano nodded, especially given how Ricardys was often at the front of the battles in Draenor. Ricardyan took the moment to get Ricardys' belongings for her, conveniently in one bag. The two 'Ricks' drew out their hearthstones, looking to Oregano. "Shall we?" Oregano smiled, drawing out her own hearthstone.  "Indeed.  Let us return home, if only for a while." Although the young moonkin and crimson-plated woman used their hearthstones, they also had them set to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms in Pandaria. Fortunately, it was only a quick walk to a portal to Darnassus, directly to the Temple of Elune at that.

[ricardyan]

Into Hell

There was only so far the Worgen Priestess, Oregano, could fly on a gryphon before having to land to avoid getting shot down. On the trip north, the task force could be found patching each other's wounds. Around them were numerous dead Iron Horde, Goren, and Gronnlings. To the distance, two Gronn were also mutilated. Oregano observed the carnage silently, her lupine muzzle in a grim expression as she continued onward. Of the group, a Dwarven death knight harped: "Not yet! We gotta find the Bloodblaze boy! We ain't leavin' without him!" Oregano nodded to herself as she noted the group, muttering quietly.  "Stay sharp.  We walk into an endless battlefield, and it will not hesitate to claim the unwary." The group continued to debate with one another as the Priestess moved forward, although by the time the group became part of the distant horizon to her all but three retreated. The three that remained started their trip north on a different path. Gripping her staff, Oregano continued onward.  Her ears twitched at even the slightest sounds around her, and her nose searched constantly for the scent that would guide her to her destination, yet her eyes were always on her surroundings. As she continued north, a distinct trail of blood droplets could be seen, first from the north... then turning back to the north. The scent of it mirrored a bit of her own. Fighting the instinct to bolt forward on the trail, Oregano reminded herself that she would be of no use to her son dead.  She pressed on, ever-attentive, ever-focused. As she fought her instinct, the trail, slowly fading, seemed to follow the path north she was taking. Upon being just paces from the edge of the Pit of Gorgrond, faintly in the distance, a moonkin with a bandaged arm and caked-on blood where wounds were could be seen. The moonkin seemed awfully young, the scent matching that of the blood from earlier... Oregano made her way to the moonkin, knowing that it was better not to call out and risk bringing enemies down on them both. The moonkin, hearing approaching footsteps with his own acute hearing, looked over to the Priestess. His eyes slowly lit up to the unexpected sight. Oregano smiled, as always careful not to let her sharp teeth show in the process.  She whispered softly, "Stay still, young one--I will mend your wounds.  We must leave this place soon and help hold the line, it seems." He shook his head, looking up to her, whispering as well. "I can't, mom. Dad's... dad's still over there and won't last for long alone." The child pointed north towards the Iron Docks. Oregano carefully casted one healing spell, followed by another, letting the mending flow across Ricardyan.  "Then we will go together." The young moonkin could feel strength returning to him in full as the wounds were sealed by the healing light of Elune. He looked around, hoping to find others to aid the two. It was often that the Pit would be sacked by the Alliance, perhaps yielding a noble few to aid in the rescue. "We may not have much time to wait.  But between both of us, perhaps we can clear your father a path." Upon those words, the north was rocked with a massive chain of explosions. From the distance towards the docks, plumes of smoke and embers bellowed. Alarms could be heard within the ignited chaos.

"I think you're right! Let's hurry!" the moonkin boomed. Oregano moved swiftly, thankful, in that moment, for the agility her lupine form granted her.*  "Strike swiftly, but do not tarry--we must open a gap, not attempt to destroy all!" Her son was right behind her, keeping pace with her through his own agility. Arriving at the docks there was a lot of panic as the dockworkers rushed to and from the piers, either with water buckets, crates, or even the very wounded. Some soldiers were in the waves of laborers, replacing those that were taking serious injuries, focused on the piers moreso than the surroundings. Oregano moved forward, pity in her heart for the wounded, but knowing before she could aid them she had to help stem the tide, lest they all be lost.*  "We must find your father quickly..." The young moonkin nodded, keeping towards the sides of the buildings to slip by the chaotic walkways. As raging infernoes came to sight, it seemed as if the piers were blanketed in fire, smoke, and debris. Yet, faintly through the smoke, a light could be seen flashing in arcs and pulses. A blackrock rifle was scattered across the ground, then an orc soldier. Oregano continued to move forward, sighing inwardly as she thought to herself:  "War...the weapons change, but the carnage does not.  To think a single spark is able to so easily set these events into motion..." "I'd like a world where we all can be happy--EEEE!" The youngling could spot in a slight clearing of smoke a warship of steel with several Gronn strapped with cannons and a massive turret mounted to the ship, itself, aiming for the pier! The child dove swiftly towards the ground and his mother, outreached arms trying to pry her down with him! Oregano moved with him, bracing and quickly enveloping them both in a shielding spell. All visible firepower of the ship did not spare the pier. Whatever was causing the chaos drew such a need to quell the chaos that collateral damage was insignificant to the threat. Through the mighty explosion that rocked the pier, with several smaller-- ones bathing it in steel and fire, several bodies were scattered in different directions. One was a woman of a dark tan, raven dark hair, and light crimson plate flung into a wall just behind the two towards where they just passed by. The form crashed into the wall, falling to the ground with a dull thud of metal to wood.

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With a sigh the warlock flopped her bag over her shoulder, peering back at the bone griffon, taking a few steps over to pat his beak. "I hope for your sake he finds the help he is looking for. Keep your head up."

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Mira was getting tired after having to actually walk all day, grumbling as she peered around for a place to rest. The ground was damp from the light rain they had walked through earlier, limited the available dry space. Nothing looked comfortable and she swore under her breath for a few minutes before throwing all respect for personal space out of the window, walking over to the death knight and sitting down in his lap. She didnt ask or even say a word, just plopped down and pulled out her bag, rummaging around for a snack.