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Aesthetic || Suramar City

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Aesthetic || Suramar City

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Aesthetic || Suramar City

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Suramar

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Hey everyone, after a while Trixe is finally back! I haven’t seen much of the community active recently so message me if you would like, it’s a weird time right now and I want to talk to some old RP friends!❤️

How does she feel about the position she is currently in?

Trixe is very uncertain on what to do next. Ever since returning from Suramar, she has been sitting around practically doing nothing. She has yet to find anyone from the Company, and supposes that it split up while she was gone.

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Tonight, luckily at the end of the night, this person from <House Rosedawn> came to rp at the Beach Bash. If you’re not familiar with the guild, it’s member was caught openly flaunting neo-nazi imagery and ideals, and its GM defended the member’s actions as “OOC political affiliations which don’t affect IC”.

The organizers of the party, myself included, asked this person to leave, to which they responded that to ask them to leave was oppressing them and doing The Exact Same Thing as the nazi party we so dislike. We beg to differ. So here’s our unedited conversation for your perusal, feel free to draw conclusions from it yourselves.

And to House Rosedawn, you are not welcome at our parties. Those who allow nazi ideals in their friend groups, their communities, and even their pretendy fun times, are condoning that violence and hatred. And no, hating nazis and not allowing them at MY event does not make me a nazi.

Cheers, your Jewish host.

Coming Home

As Trixe walked down the bridge to Astravar Harbor one last time, she found herself not reflecting on the past couple months in Suramar; she instead began to look towards the future. She is sure that much has changed since she has left, but seems to be eager for what is yet to come. Bitsy accompanied her to her ship, and even he seemed exstatic to get back to the Stormwind streets he grew up on.

She crossed from one side of the bridge to the other, and was so stuck in thought that she nearly collided with a vendor cart. She snapped back into the moment, and realized that this may be the last time she would visit Suramar, as the Horde had come in and no longer needed the assistance of her small Kirin Tor group. She felt the uniformity of the precisely carved street stones beneath her feet, and felt the altitude dip down to just above sea level. She had arrived at her ship; the last one going out of the city.

Before getting on, she checked her bag. She had brought various items and materials from Suramar for her friends back at home, along with some books she had made copies of to bring back to Dalaran. She put Bitsy in the bottomless enchanted bag, leaving his head sticking out. He seemed content.

As she climbed up the ramp, she took a moment to stand there and smell the sea air. The air was different here; there was a coolness to it that she could not quite put her finger on, yet it was still something she would miss. She looked towards the city, then looked towards the horizon. She was ready for whatever would come next.