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The Storykeeper

the basics ––– –

NAME: “The Storykeeper” AGE: “Do we start counting again after my death?.” BIRTHDAY: “Whenever my mother pushed me into this world.” RACE: “Hm… elven, I suppose.” GENDER: “Female last time I checked, that can change.” SEXUALITY: “Whose business is that?” MARITAL STATUS: “A few times.” RELATIONSHIP STATUS: “Complicated.”

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: “On the top of my head, no I jest, I jest. It changes, I fear my skills of illusion are a bit... erratic at the moment." EYES: “All the better to see you with, my dear.” HEIGHT: “I believe I am average height.” (5′6″) BUILD: “Well, to be frank, I could possibly eat more but I get distracted easily so we’ll go with petite. It sounds much nicer than thin.” DISTINGUISHING MARKS: “I tend to conceal my face with a mask that holds just a hint of a smile. My fingers hold the runic markings I chose in my younger years. I have scars now! Along my sides from hooks, I believe.” COMMON ACCESSORIES: “A tome upon my hip that contains all the lovely stories I hear. It’s enchanted but sometimes temperamental. Again, my masks and clothing. Simplistic in design but the fabric is rather regal. This is the new one, the old one well... I destroyed it to save myself and the stories within. We'll see how this one goes.”

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: “Well, I’m certainly no hero. Doesn’t the Horde and Alliance have enough of those?” HOBBIES: “Collecting books and masks, sewing, and baking.” LANGUAGES: “Thalassian, Common, and Orcish to name a few.” RESIDENCE: “I... I don’t recollect where...?” BIRTHPLACE: “Where my mother laid.” RELIGION: “I feel religion complicates matters.” PATRON DEITY: “I saw the truth, it was there before me in all its glory!” FEARS: “To lose her path.”

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: “I’ve had a couple... I think.”

Children: “I find them endearing, best stories."

PARENTS: “Deceased, rest their souls… Or are they? It’ll be a grand mystery.” SIBLINGS: “I honestly, well, I wouldn’t know.” OTHER RELATIVES: “Now that would require me to play fair.” ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: “I’ve lost them. So many words all shattered and mixed.” PETS: “I tend to collect some random strays once in awhile.”

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between. disorganized / organized / in between. (Organized chaos) close minded / open-minded / in between. calm/anxious / in between. disagreeable / agreeable / in between. cautious / reckless / in between. patient / impatient / in between. outspoken / reserved / in between. leader / follower / in between. empathetic / unemphatic / in between. optimistic / pessimistic / in between. traditional / modern / in between. hard-working / lazy / in between. cultured / un-cultured / in between. loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between. faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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From “The Flowers of Evil” by Charles Beaudelaire Funeral Parade of Roses (薔薇の葬列) (1969) Dir. Matsumoto Toshio

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Oleg Grabchuk

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Ranni the Witch

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Ralph Lauren | Spring/Summer 2013

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Source: Witch Hat Atelier Tongari Boushi no Atelier とんがり帽子のアトリエ

by Shirahama Kamome

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Four Minutes

Four minutes … that is how long a brain can survive without oxygen and the body dies not long after. Five minutes and sixteen seconds is how long the woman was beneath the waves of the North Sea after the sky was shattered by Sylvanas.

The Keeper had been arriving to the frozen wastes to visit the tournament grounds for no reason other than to collect a couple new stories for her new tome, traveling via teleportation no less. She still wasn’t a fan of flying creatures. Something about height and gravity being rather unforgiving.

Her form began to materialize upon the stone path outside the main tent before the backlash from the helm being destroyed caused her form to shudder, her scream being whipped away by the freezing winds before she landed some distance away in a snow bank. Coughing and sputtering, the Keeper pushes herself up, “Good thing this broke my tumble…” She muttered beginning to check herself over while rising to her feet to attempt to get her bearings before this thought paused and violet eyes lifted skyward, “What in the…?” She trails off seeing what destruction the Banshee Queen had brought upon their world, her jaw growing a bit slack.

“Hey there, lass!” The words rattled the elf from her thoughts and the sky as a dwarven gryphon rider landed nearby, “Yer lookin’ lost. Need a ride?” He offers beneath his bushy beard. “Uhm… yeah. Please. It seems I got a little lost?” She admits with a sheepish shrug as he beckons her over in a grand gesture.

In mere moments her grip tightened on the dwarf before the talons of the gryphon leave the snow in puffs and plumes that danced in the breeze. Soon though a second and then third set of wings began to join the rhythm the gryphon had set as the Keeper peered over her shoulder, eyes growing wide, “What are those?!” Had the Scourge created something new? Was this from what had happened to the sky?

She didn’t have time to ponder this the gryphon-rider began moving into defensive formations to elude and escape the monstrosities swiftly gaining speed.

“Hold on!”

Those two words were the last she remembered as the arms of one of them wound with a vice grip around her waist only to tear her from the back of her the wind whipping away her scream before she fell so very far into the North Sea, the impact cracking bones and wounding flesh. But luck was with her this day, a short distance away was a lone tuskarr fishing before all hell broke loose and imagine his surprise to see a speck fall from the sky with a splash into the waves below.

Down, down, down she went. Fabric flowing behind her, the heavy garments hindering any chance of her rising to the surface now as the fisherman dived into the freezing waters to fetch the bundle, thinking best case he had some treasure to sell for coins and a better fishing pole. Can you imagine his surprise when he grabs a hold of a woman? Or he thought it was a woman? The figures of their strange allies often left him guessing on their genders. As he began dragging her to shore, hoping she wasn’t dead. Rewards for being a hero, right?

Darkness swallowed up the Keeper who had the though of, ‘I’m dead… This is what death feels like?’ She had always, even if unconsciously, imagined dying was going into some light, warmth, seeing those she loved. Part of her was disappointed. Why wasn’t *she* there? She supposed the darkness was alright, it felt like a space for a nice nap… Were her eyes even open? Closed? She couldn’t tell. But it wasn’t long before her rambling thoughts were cut short by an all too familiar and haunting voice that flooded her with dread and a primal fear, filled her mind:

“Y̵̭̰͈̠̥͎͚̮͆͗̒͐̒͘͝ǫ̵̧̣͕͖̲̩̞̼͊͑̀̕͜͝u̶͉͛̈̇̒͠'̶̗̯̬͕͍̱̠̠͑̇̈̓͑̀̋̚r̴̤̼̗͍̮͈̣̤̽̄̃͑͘͜e̵͚̼̦͔̩̥͍͈̓̍̈̊͑͛́̕̕͝ ̸̩͖̪̠̼̩̭̼̍ḧ̶͍̫̹̪̫̥͉̺́̋̇̔̀̆̃̿́̓ǫ̴͈͔̜́͐m̴̹͌͌͗̉̍͛̊͛̚ȅ̵͕̣̗̳̹̊̌̍͗̃̈́͐̇͘”

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Four Minutes

Four minutes ... that is how long a brain can survive without oxygen and the body dies not long after. Five minutes and sixteen seconds is how long the woman was beneath the waves of the North Sea after the sky was shattered by Sylvanas.

The Keeper had been arriving to the frozen wastes to visit the tournament grounds for no reason other than to collect a couple new stories for her new tome, traveling via teleportation no less. She still wasn't a fan of flying creatures. Something about height and gravity being rather unforgiving.

Her form began to materialize upon the stone path outside the main tent before the backlash from the helm being destroyed caused her form to shudder, her scream being whipped away by the freezing winds before she landed some distance away in a snow bank. Coughing and sputtering, the Keeper pushes herself up, "Good thing this broke my tumble..." She muttered beginning to check herself over while rising to her feet to attempt to get her bearings before this thought paused and violet eyes lifted skyward, "What in the...?" She trails off seeing what destruction the Banshee Queen had brought upon their world, her jaw growing a bit slack.

"Hey there, lass!" The words rattled the elf from her thoughts and the sky as a dwarven gryphon rider landed nearby, "Yer lookin' lost. Need a ride?" He offers beneath his bushy beard. "Uhm... yeah. Please. It seems I got a little lost?" She admits with a sheepish shrug as he beckons her over in a grand gesture.

In mere moments her grip tightened on the dwarf before the talons of the gryphon leave the snow in puffs and plumes that danced in the breeze. Soon though a second and then third set of wings began to join the rhythm the gryphon had set as the Keeper peered over her shoulder, eyes growing wide, "What are those?!" Had the Scourge created something new? Was this from what had happened to the sky?

She didn't have time to ponder this the gryphon-rider began moving into defensive formations to elude and escape the monstrosities swiftly gaining speed.

"Hold on!"

Those two words were the last she remembered as the arms of one of them wound with a vice grip around her waist only to tear her from the back of her the wind whipping away her scream before she fell so very far into the North Sea, the impact cracking bones and wounding flesh. But luck was with her this day, a short distance away was a lone tuskarr fishing before all hell broke loose and imagine his surprise to see a speck fall from the sky with a splash into the waves below.

Down, down, down she went. Fabric flowing behind her, the heavy garments hindering any chance of her rising to the surface now as the fisherman dived into the freezing waters to fetch the bundle, thinking best case he had some treasure to sell for coins and a better fishing pole. Can you imagine his surprise when he grabs a hold of a woman? Or he thought it was a woman? The figures of their strange allies often left him guessing on their genders. As he began dragging her to shore, hoping she wasn't dead. Rewards for being a hero, right?

Darkness swallowed up the Keeper who had the though of, 'I'm dead... This is what death feels like?' She had always, even if unconsciously, imagined dying was going into some light, warmth, seeing those she loved. Part of her was disappointed. Why wasn't *she* there? She supposed the darkness was alright, it felt like a space for a nice nap... Were her eyes even open? Closed? She couldn't tell. But it wasn't long before her rambling thoughts were cut short by an all too familiar and haunting voice that flooded her with dread and a primal fear, filled her mind:

“Y̵̭̰͈̠̥͎͚̮͆͗̒͐̒͘͝ǫ̵̧̣͕͖̲̩̞̼͊͑̀̕͜͝u̶͉͛̈̇̒͠'̶̗̯̬͕͍̱̠̠͑̇̈̓͑̀̋̚r̴̤̼̗͍̮͈̣̤̽̄̃͑͘͜e̵͚̼̦͔̩̥͍͈̓̍̈̊͑͛́̕̕͝ ̸̩͖̪̠̼̩̭̼̍ḧ̶͍̫̹̪̫̥͉̺́̋̇̔̀̆̃̿́̓ǫ̴͈͔̜́͐m̴̹͌͌͗̉̍͛̊͛̚ȅ̵͕̣̗̳̹̊̌̍͗̃̈́͐̇͘”

#[Story's story]#[The Ending is the Beginning]