The Bastard Bard

The musings of a musical muse (Face Claim: Lee Pace)

[thecleverbard]

To anyone still following Ana;

Just, apologies that he as a character and this blog, and him in tumblr conversations haven’t been touched on in an eternity. I love him and his character, truly. He was my first 110 toon on horde, on WRA--I powerleveled him so he could RP in all the places I’d ever want. But just over time, it’s not that I fell out of love, it’s just that I kept feeling more and more guilty. More guilt not replying, that his story was sort of on hold, because another person’s life was on hold. And that’s not to blame them. Sometimes we have long bouts away from WoW, but Ana’s mate was so integral to him that it feels half-empty trying to play him, sometimes. That his literal other half isn’t there--and it isn’t something I can just drop out of his story, the journey he took in an out with that person truly made him into such a unique character that every time I play him, it reminds me of that person and how just, involved everything is. And just, how I miss them. How Ana misses them. How just incomplete he is. That I took Ana’s Warcraft character and faction changed so I could have a 110 warrior alliance side to do stuff with, but still saved a character slot at a level 100 trial with his name and appearance, just in case his story could ever resume. Currently just sitting there while friends and family just....are there, but aren’t. I don’t know how to say it. So, to just all the people that I’ve left hanging, Ana and I are sorry. 

[shadowtoarcane]

[Beloved]

“Hello, my love,” Saerin spoke softly to the gravestone, a sad little smile quirking his lips. In his arms, Lorelei wriggled, grunting impatiently as she tried to reach for the bouquet of roses he held just out of her reach. “I know I haven’t visited like I should… Lorelei keeps me busy and… I suppose it’s still difficult accepting you’re no longer at my side.”

He bent forward, settling the roses down at its base, then stepped back to have a seat, child in his lap. “Our daughter’s gotten so big already. She’s curious about everything. Anything she can reach, she grabs.” He paused to ruffle his high ponytail. “My hair is her favorite.”

He smiled a little wider, sniffling. “Unless Ana and Solia are visiting. Then uncle Ana is her favorite. She adores his violin.” A chuckle, and he smoothed down the wispy red curls atop Lorelei’s head. She half whined in protest.

“…Just this time last year, we were still staying in Winterspring. I hadn’t found all the answers to what happened to my family, yet. It was just the two of us, hiding from either our fears, our work… the entire world. A little moment of peace and quiet, before everything changed. Before I changed. I think about that time a lot. We found so much comfort in one another back then…” He blinked rapidly, chewing his lip as he fought to keep his composure, and keep Lorelei from wrigging away and grabbing the roses she still wanted.

“I never imagined that in just one year, so much would have changed. I’d wanted to take you out, back to where we’d had our first date, eating spicy foods and watching the beach sunset together. I wanted to make up for my mistakes…” A shuddered sob left him at last, unable to hold back any longer. 

“I miss you. I’m so afraid I’m not a good father, that when our daughter gets older and can think for herself, she’ll see the monster I was. I don’t know what I’m doing… I wish you could tell me it’ll be okay… that I’m not failing without you. I wish that I’d had more time… to tell you how much I love you, every–”

Lorelei loosed a shriek, interrupting his rambling, and drawing his tear-filled eyes to the girl. He chuckled as she began to fuss. “I’m talking too much again, aren’t I?” The fussing quickly turned to a wail.

“All right, I get it. It’s time to go home, isn’t it?” His gaze went back to the grave, blinking away his tears as he stood. “She’s got your fire, love. I better get going before she gives me hell for not getting her dinner on time.” Another chuckle, and he bent forward to kiss the top of the stone, smiling more widely than he had when he arrived. As he straightened, he began to bounce Lorelei, attempting to soothe her. 

“Happy Birthday, my love.”

Mentions @thecleverbard, art by me @blackfeatherart

[esunana]

Day 8: Major city

Dedicated to julieta-ravencrest

[legacyofsuramar]

Date: May 20th, 2018 Time: 5:00pm Server Time Location: Lunastre Estate, Suramar City Server: Wyrmrest Accord Faction: Horde

Masquerade, so many faces on parade! Hide your face so the world will never find you!

This upcoming Sunday (May 20th, 2018), <Legacy of Suramar> is hosting a Masquerade Ball. Yes, we’re doing it again, and hopefully bigger and better than ever before! Bring some great masks and illusions, folks!

For more information,  or calendar invite, please whisper Arnois in-game.

[shadowtoarcane]

“All you need to do is offer a little bit of blood. Just a tiny bit, that’s all!” -TheCleverBard

The mage held a blade in one shaking hand, staring at the bard uncertainly. The man smiled softly, fangs glimmering in the low firelight. 

“I do this, and she’ll come back?” he asked, a tremble in his voice to match that of his hands. “It seems like there should be more… Something else I…”

“It’ll be okay, Master,” Anasterian answered sweetly, his sunny golden hair not quite as sunny and golden any longer. “This is what you wanted.”

Saerin looked down at his hands, willing the shaking to stop. How they had withered, to mere shadows of their former healthy glow. Slowly he lifted his gaze toward the cradle nearby, where his daughter slept peacefully.

Erialin’s daughter.

“You’re right…” he murmured. “All I ever wanted…” The trembling stopped, and he turned the dagger to himself, drawing the blade across the palm of his hand. Bright ribbons of crimson blood trailed from his palm, down his arm, to drip onto his dark robes. He quickly redirected the flow to the runes before him, letting it drip over the marks. They flared, and vanished. Ruby scales writhed before him, all before a maw of razor teeth closed over him, covering everything in darkness.

The scent of roses drifted in, filling his senses with them. The tenderness of their petals caressing his skin, alongside the prickling of thorns.

“It wasn’t your fault…” A voice whispered in his ear. “I never blamed you…”

He reached blindly, but nobody was there. Only thorns and petals. “But–”

“Hush, love. It will turn out all right.”

He continued to grasp blindly, but his hands still found no one. “I can’t do this without you,” he called out, desperation in his voice. “Please! I need you!”

But there came no further answer, and the roses wilted away, taking their thorns with them. Distantly, he could hear a child crying.

Saerin awoke with a jolt, surging forward, reaching hands grasping at empty air, gold-hued eyes searching. “Eri?”

Only Lorelei’s wails answered him. He let out a sigh that gave way to a brief sob, but he quickly composed himself as he slipped from his bed. He padded over to his daughter’s cradle, scooping her up and tucking her securely to his chest.

“It’s okay, little rosebud. Daddy’s here…”

—–

@thecleverbard

[sivar-ooc]

Upcoming Novel - Soon to be Released

Dear readers,

I know that many of you have been anxiously awaiting a new story from me. I am pleased to let you know that your wait will soon be over. I have finally finished something that I think that many of you will enjoy, called The Rising Ashes.

It is a passionate story featuring two men, Farstriders who are paired up on the same mission. One is a bit cocky and rough around the edges and the other serious and focused.  A classic cliche of opposites. They immediately hate each other but through being forced to work together and rely on one another to survive, something changes.

This will be available to purchase next week. You may order it by mail and one will be sent to your home, it will also be available at book stores in Dalaran, or you may buy it from me personally at the next Menagerie Boutique where I will be selling all my novels as well as giving free book signings.

Until then, happy reading, my darlings,

Alaris Sunspell

{ Tagging those who might be interested! @lilthessa @k-sunrael @kharrisdawndancer @steelandash @embergale @feywren @fel-temptation @belillinafireseeker @andijelly @the-silversorrows @quinaeris @perfume-and-parchment @fuzzymigglet

[gloamingdawn]

@succulent-tart

[dicenne]

Got some good Dicenne booty in that 2nd one!

[thetirisfaltheatretroupe]

Tonight: Memorial Performance of “Beautiful Beast”

Tonight, come see a special one-night only performance of our classic play, Beautiful Beast, performed in the Ruins of Lordaeron at 6 PM server! Come see an ancient Lordaeron fairy tale, masterfully retold by the talents of the Tirisfal Theatre Troupe! This play is being done in memorial of Erialin, a friend of the troupe who unfortunately passed away last month. A dear friend of the troupe and one of the first to help us when we were getting our names off the ground several years ago, we felt it was only necessary to perform one of her favorites, which she designed the poster for. TIME: 6 PM server LOCATION: Ruins of Lordaeron, pavilion behind the wall with the Silvermoon Orb

[ashadowstone]

Curious if anyone’d be interested in this; if anyone’d be interested in not paying real money. Paypal and blizzard don’t play nice so I can’t just purchase things with a paypal balance, I’d need to hook up a credit card to it. Like, a $20 commission is [Insert current WoW token price here], and every $5 increment is %25 more to the gold price, unless you’re on another realm where it needs to be flat token prices. http://fav.me/dbzp8o6

[thecleverbard]

(I know I’m not really active on Ana’s blog as I once was, but I thought I’d reblog it here anyway than fearing rudely spamming people with it)

[thecleverbard]

Panic! At The Disco - Say Amen (Saturday Night) Violin

[rhilliainferniel]

You will be missed, Eri. 

[blackfeatherooc]

Memorial for Eri

As many of you have likely already heard, a beloved member of our community has passed on. Eri was a wonderful writer, an incredibly talented artist, and a very, very dear friend of mine. She brought together so many people, and led the Dragonlore Enclave with kindness. Everyone who knew her, and attended her events knew she put a lot of time and effort into everything she did. Even the newspaper, and continuing to run @thedragonlorenews when things got tough for her, she never gave up on the community and the friends she loved.

To everyone that knew her, or was touched by her kindness, I ask you to join myself and the Dragonlore Enclave Wednesday, March 28th at 7pm PST on Wyrmrest Accord, to celebrate her and give her the sendoff she deserves. We will be meeting outside Silvermoon City, at the little pagoda near the Blood Elf starting zone.

For those that cannot attend in-game, we will have a stream available the night of, and there is a discord channel if anyone needs to talk, or just wants to help support us during this time.

[eversongensemble]

Rest in Peace, Erialin.

We are devastated to learn of your passing. You were a genuinely kind and caring person. Our prayers and thoughts to you and your family. 

Rest easy, and may your petals bloom in the spanning gardens of heaven. 

[rhilliainferniel]

“I hope you’re dancing in the sky.”

It was an already restless night for me, but learning of your passing leaves me not only wide awake but extremely heartbroken. 

Keep reading

[succulent-tart]

Rest in Peace, Erialin.

Today is sad day for we lost a wonderful member of our community. We all mourn this loss together and remember fondly how kind and sweet Erialin was as a person, not just a character. You will be missed terribly by those who had the pleasure of knowing you, whether it be short term or long term. Thank you for everything you did on Wyrmrest and the friendships you made along the way. 

Dragonlore, we are sorry that you’ve lost such a beautiful person. If any of you ever need anything, please reach out. Anyone who knew Erialin will be a supportive shoulder for you. 

[visneya]

Fly high, my friend.

The news of your passing has caused such heartache but you’d be unhappy if we were sad.

Here’s to you, Eri. Dance the nights away to your beautiful heart’s content. We love you until the stars stop shining and the sun burns out.

[thecleverbard]

Elf Ear Communication Headcannon

Going up in an abrupt manner: The elf is frightened or startled and wants to hear as best as they can as quick as they can.

Going up in a more smooth manner: The elf is happy or pleased in some way and wants to draw attention to themselves to bask in said pleasure

One ear goes up and the other ear goes down in an abrupt matter: The elf heard something that they want to hone in on from the side of the raised ear. The lowered ear lowers noise from the other direction while the raised ear heightens it from the direction in question.

One ear goes up and the other ear goes down in a smooth manner: The elf is confused and wishes to appear off balance so as to indicate such. (This might be a learned gesture meant to accent the tilting of the head)

Going down in an smooth manner: The elf sad or upset and wishes to appear smaller

Going back: The elf is angry or annoyed. This limits hearing slightly and indicates the elf is "closed off" to whatever upset them.

Ears going crazy: Sometimes happens when an elf is feeling hella embarrassed around the person the love. Like a human stammering for words.

Ears going forward: Cannot actually happen.