Tag: heart of the raven x 23

Zenobya Amberblaze
Zenobya @zenobya#197
2019-03-06 04:59:00

The Hunted (part 2)

Zeno entered the tavern, clearly agitated at the recent turn of events and the fact that is was a busy night with plenty of opportunity for eavesdroppers. She spotted Dizarak near the back bar and marched up to him, smiling briefly at the greeting she received from the various workers near the door.

Diz looked at her with concern. For her to be away from Olathia's side meant something must have happened. “What brings you out tonight?”

Zeno frowned, noticeably different from her usual scowl. “I have more information about our 'friend'.”

Diz's eyes widened as he nodded. “Come with me.” He excused himself from the small group he'd been speaking with and lead her upstairs to speak with one of his mates, another member of the Raven...

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Kavaina Tari
Kavaina @kavaina#166
2019-02-18 22:41:29

Darts for Beginners Night @ HotR

Darts for Beginners Night @ HotR

Sometimes Kav hosts darts at Heart of the Raven Tavern & Inn located in Rustberg Village on Tol Barad! This flyer is for February 18th.

Ghislaine Étoileur
Ghislaine @ghislaine#128
2019-02-10 13:20:00

Best Laid Plans

Daylight fills the room, and the noise at last begins to fade. A clear blue peeks in through the window and I can see Her there, even as the sun makes its rare appearance over this grey village.


I hadn’t planned for this, not any of it. But then I’ve always been quick on my feet, turning on my heels into the next plan if the first fell flat. Perhaps that’s where I left myself open, coming here with little more than ‘something else’ in mind. I can’t scheme my way through this, though.


My body aches, and it’s the most blissful, and real, I’ve ever felt.


I’m so afraid, starlight. You’re a stranger to me, even if you know me down to the faintest whisper. Goddess help us, I’ve done so much wrong, and to find...

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Zenobya Amberblaze
Zenobya @zenobya#197
2019-01-24 00:39:00

The Hunted (part 1)

Zeno sighed and gently patted Fifalr's neck before releasing him to the skies above Tol Barad. Diplomacy had never been her strong point in life, and even more so wasn't in undeath. She made sure to secure her blades in their sheaths so as to appear as least threatening as possible before entering the tavern. She was not there to cause a scene, which is why she was visiting on an off night as opposed to during their scheduled faction-neutral mixers.



She walked through the door, eyes searching for signs of activity, settling on a pair of employees conversing softly by the fireplace. One of them was an Illidari who worked security and she was hoping he'd be there, and the other... Well, this was unfortunate.


Dizarak Sanar...

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Lothis
Lothis @lothis#307
2018-12-25 03:07:00

Malt's Gift (Secret Santa)

    It was the Eve of Winter Veil, a time of gift-giving and reflection on all that the year past had brought, and what the next would bring. As quiet and strained as Rustberg had been of late, the turn-of-the-year cheer had proven infectious enough to overcome the lingering dread; roustabouts and sailors exchanged short toasts between tall tales in the Heart, while the village folk cut small trees for decoration and passed gifts from one to another at gatherings, parties of singing, red-cheeked souls moving from house to house in celebration, carrying lanterns and songs like especially boisterous fireflies. The transformation of the small Baradin community bordered on the storybook. Even the most truculent of Melisande’s wards had...

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Renrael
Renrael @renrael#153
2018-12-17 02:15:00

Gifts for the Holiday

Renrael was pleased with the tree. It wasn't a paper flower; he was branching out with his papercraft. The little winter veil tree was made from newspaper he'd cut out, and a book of old music that had been long since ruined by weather and age.


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It wasn't really that impressive, but he thought it was endearing, and he hoped his giftee in the work exchange would like it. He hadn't been around the tavern as much as previously; things were still slightly awkward at times, which was unfortunate. He did his morning shifts a few times a week, he smiled and had an ale in the great room a couple of nights a week. But mostly he was still seen as the man that read the paper and kept to himself. Hopefully they knew him to have an easy smile,...

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Kavaina Tari
Kavaina @kavaina#166
2018-12-13 17:59:00

A Sweet Winter Veil Gift

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Kav grinned. The gift box had the tropical scent of fruits and the alluring scent of chocolate drifting from within, but it isn’t for her. Carefully she writes the tag, making sure to spell his name right as she says it out loud multiple times. 

“I pulled your name for secret santa, so here it is! I hope you enjoy them all; if you want more I have some failed attempts at the studio.”

Though few knew of it, Kav had a passion for fruit. She wanted to carve something fantastic for her secret santa recipient, but when she pulled Talyn she had a change in plans. The man loved sweets, and Kav loved fruit. Thus a box of carefully wrapped, chocolate coated fruits had his name on it. Some had coconut shavings, others a few nuts, a...

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Kavaina Tari
Kavaina @kavaina#166
2018-12-03 21:24:00

Something Happened in Rustberg

(( Last week at Heart of the Raven. ))

While Kav had been struggling with a cold and unable to leave her pillow pile the tavern had a not-so-enjoyable guest during its normal social mixer. Kav didn’t know any of the details, only that she was glad she wasn’t there for the grotesque body. But people talk, especially nervous villagers trying to let off some stress by playing instruments at the music studio.

“V - it’s not good here. The patrols are near constant now. The felflame surrounding the place as protection is throwing many of the locals into restless nights and tense days. The horrid findings of gored critters only added to the suspicions and superstitious talks from those of the community. Some have come to avoid me -...

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Captain Lynx Dilancri
Lynx @lynx#202
2018-10-02 15:57:00

Short Round Trip

Standing just over seven feet in height, the Kaldorei made his Captain look like a child. They were certainly an interesting pair on the officer's deck of The Mistrunner II. "Mind the keel, eh," Captain Lynx spoke above the steady winds towards the helmsman, eyes not wavering from the rocks jutting out of the waters in the distance. Her First closely monitored beside the binnacle, a ever watchful eye of their new crew working alongside their more familiar crew.

They made good time from Boralus to Rustberg. Lynx Dilancri knew these waters and these winds well enough to plan a favorable route while still testing the efficiency of her crew. After they passed through the rougher seas, the captain stepped to the helm. "She'll warm up to...

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Kavaina Tari
Kavaina @kavaina#166
2018-10-01 02:42:00

A New Home

"This is it. This has got to be it. The little porch at the entrance is perfect. I can already see the front hallway with the coat hangers and boot mat. I can heat up drinks on the fire in the nook with just enough space for a table. Oh! Or a hammock! That could be cute. And this second room will fit a full size mirror and a wood dance floor - I can use the step up as a sort of practice stage! Upstairs will suit me just fine with cozy bedroom and the long hall for my instruments and surfboards and clothing chest and this little side place will be perfect for candle carving and  ... gosh I love it!"


"This is the one. No need to keep looking at vacancies," Kav grinned to Vynix, gloved finger-tips tapping her cheeks to keep them warm....

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Ghislaine Étoileur
Ghislaine @ghislaine#128
2018-09-20 19:00:00

Precious Things

The sky had already begun to pale from inky violet to fading lavender as she charged down the path and into the family gardens. On another night, Ghislaine might have stopped again to consider how it might look beyond the swathe of arcane shielding that held the last of the world in its care. But not this night.


This night, her as-yet-budding frame railed against a blooming vine, caught on the gossamer filaments woven into her hair as she rushed past. She spun about, swatting at the tendrils with an embittered cry, until at last the silk-lined satchel she carried was pitched unceremoniously at a nearby statue- an alabaster priestess poised in prayer, peace on her parted lips with her arms open wide.


Schoolbooks, strewn about the...

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Kavaina Tari
Kavaina @kavaina#166
2018-09-14 17:50:00

Personal Details

I want to thank you for--

She scribbles the line out, crumbles the paper within her hands, and tosses it to the floor. There are dozens of pieces like this, discarded to the wood boards beneath her feet. Some are long winded and beautifully poetic. Most are short and direct. None of them are what Kav wants to give to the friends she made while working with the burlesque group.

The elf groans and rolls her eyes as she plants her elbows on the table and presses her cheeks into the upright palms of her hands. Her thoughts swirl around her mind, yet the paper before her is blank. There she sits, dwelling on the things she wants to say to her coworkers, for hours. Only as the loud birdsong begins at the sight of the first rays of sunshine...

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Tiernen Morningwild
Tiernen @tiernen#213
2018-09-04 10:10:00

Crackle and Sigh

I can hear it over the sputtering lamplight and the hiss of burning paper. Through smoke and laughter at home on the street. The sun’s long since set beyond Boralus Harbour, and not even the nightfall can touch us. But I’m hardly surprised. It’s not that kind of dark.

“Trust is your weakness. You wander an endless spiral… ”

And I’m on my own, sucking on this strange brand of cigarette, stepping out into this strange brand of society, with only two things on my mind. But even my next meal and a place to sleep are inconsequential. I’m on my own, but I’m not alone, because they’re always with me. Just like you’re always with me.

“…nothing but dust in your hands.”

You were there when we learned we could never...

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Ghislaine Étoileur
Ghislaine @ghislaine#128
2018-08-12 22:43:00

Fathoms Deep

For the whole of Ghislaine’s life she’d been surrounded by the sea. It was, truthfully, one of only a handful of things she could rely on, even within the static world of her people’s own creation. There were more than enough sharp edges and shadowy corners within those glittering halls, after all; it was a place where your closest friends played parlour games with your darkest secrets, and the social hierarchy was a revolving door. Impermanence was a way of life, perhaps to make up for so little change within the confines of their world, from platters of decaying fruit to yet another torrid affair reduced to ashes.

But the sea never cared much for these triflings. Unspoken consort to the Moon, it stood apart in its wildness...

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