Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-11-17 05:10:00

Things Shattered

After a long and tiring night of going circles, Tris was home. Without even bothering to turn on any lights, she made her way to her bedroom, shoulders were slumped in defeat and exhaustion. She shed her clothing, save for an underslip, and plopped down in a chair, ignoring Duir as she’d done for weeks now. She looked down at her arm, fingers tracing the new skin in spots along it…still marked from her bout with fire. Though, the wounds weren’t nearly as bad as they seemed in her head. They had healed fine, with only discoloration and mottled texture remaining.

“You could try being a dominatrix…” “Maybe you need a different friend with benefits…” “You should train as a mercenary…” “Join the military!”

She...

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OOC Satore Stillwater
Satore @satore#1
2017-11-16 19:45:49

Crossposting

  • You can now post your posts from CharDiary to the Tumblr blog of your character.
  • Cross-"updating" also works.
  • Added support for tags when crossposting.


Deinah
Deinah @deinah#6
2017-11-07 20:18:28

This is a story title*

Today I slept the whole day, because of a migraine. Now I am hyperactive. But still with headache. This sucks. Meh.







 

Ward
Ward @ward#20
2017-11-04 21:01:37

Test Story ((OOC))

Here is a test!  So far so good~



Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-10-31 05:25:00

Coming Round

“Now you know you have to be a good girl, princess.” The young girl looked at her father as he knelt before her. “You know that’s very important, right?” He petted his fingers through her hair and twirled a long lock around his finger. “Now, go be a good girl and show Papa how much you love him.”


Trisandrah’s eyes fluttered open and she looked around the unfamiliar space. The room, if you could call it that, was dark and the smell of dirt permeated her entire being.  She shook her head and exhaled sharply. “Ow…” Hands clutched her head and she lay her back on the pillow. The straw under her was hardly comfortable, especially compared to her bed at home but the need to close her eyes and sleep again quickly took...

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Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-10-15 05:05:00

Another Favor

Ande stood in the doorway and watched Tris as she brushed her hair. Tris hadn’t yet realized she was there. How far the girl had come from the little waif that was barely more than skin and bones. A shell of the young woman that sat before her now. She had left the girl sitting on a bed in a small sparsely decorated room. She hadn’t known what else to do with her.  It was clear the girl wasn’t capable of surviving on her own. Not then. It had taken years to rehabilitate her. The facility had done its job, that’s for sure. Even if she had still been socially awkward when she came out. Ande had slowly pushed her into Silvermoon society. It took a year before she even spoke to someone and made a friend.

But look at her now. Ande...

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Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-09-23 04:50:00

Sneaking Off is Easy

The problem with portals is that they make travel easy and quick.  Even if they do make her a bit nauseous.  It’s easy to skip off unbeknownst to Raerys or anyone else. Not being a part of the military troupes or mercenary groups afforded her the ability to come and go as she pleased, it seemed. 

The alliance between herself and the undead woman was unexpected. They had worked together for some time now, the forsaken procuring some various items that weren’t easy to find. Things such as cloth and Tris’ beloved okra. 

When Tris found out where the woman was headed, she’d asked to tag along. Without a word, the woman nodded her agreement. 

They arrived together. The woman wasn’t much on words but she was skilled and knew...

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OOC Satore Stillwater
Satore @satore#1
2017-08-15 15:59:59

New Guild...

Joined The Second Swords

Deinah
Deinah @deinah#6
2017-08-13 18:55:09

Today was a good day

Today I joined a new RP guild - The Second Swords.

OOC Satore Stillwater
Satore @satore#1
2017-08-12 23:17:11

Just tamed Loque'nahak!

Just tamed Loque'nahak!!

Oh man, that was a long looking!

(Will upload screenshots later :) When I add the functionality :P )


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Still with him... some time later...

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OOC Satore Stillwater
Satore @satore#1
2017-08-12 16:16:56

Another day in paradise

After a long day in Sholazar Basin looking for Loque'nahak .. no luck.. Or maybe I am lucky those hardknuckle chargers didn't beat the spirit out of me?!

(added blogging to the site :)

Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-07-29 04:35:00

Dealing with Demons

She’d watched her sleep for what felt like hours now. The city lamps cast just enough light for Tris to see her. Her friend had been gone so long, she couldn’t bear not being near her this first night, especially since he wasn’t there. Tris lay there until there was no doubt in her mind she’d go crazy if she didn’t go home, at least for a little bit.

I can sneak out for a bit. She won’t even know. I can go and then we’ll have a nice breakfast. She wants to cook me muffins.

Tris carefully slid out of bed, it was something she once was quite skilled at. She hoped she hadn’t lost her touch. Once she’d snuck out of the bedroom, she nearly ran to her own apartment.

As she strode through her house, she’d shed her...

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Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-06-08 04:45:00

After the Show

She had tried. She’d tried to keep herself occupied until sleep called. It had been a lovely evening, although she felt she’d floundered through it. She was pleased to see Raerys and the time they stole away. But soon, Rae was gone again, and though she felt better after their chat, she was not ready to go home to her empty townhouse. She considered going home with Raerys but sensed her friend very much needed her own time to continue dealing with her own demons. She hadn’t gotten around to what was bothering her, asking for advice, counsel. In the face of it all, it seemed quite trivial. Still, it put the chocolatier out of sorts and had for several days now.image

So back to the after party, she went. She’d arrived at the end of...

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Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-05-02 04:20:00

His Name is Duir

“Ma’am….”

Tris strode through the door.  The look on her face only gave a slight indication as to how sour her mood was. She smelled of beer and her normally well-groomed hair was frizzy and wavy, somewhat stuck to her head.  Nardrah froze in her place as Tris glared at her.  The trip home had been no better than the night itself.

“Um ma’am…something was delivered for you, ma’am.”

The chocolatier stopped and looked at Nardrah.  “Something came for me?”

“Yes ma’am.  Delivered today.  They said you ordered it.  I…I tried to stop them, but they showed me your signature.”

Tris looked around. “Oooh, earlier than expected.”  She clasp her hands together.  “Did they put it where I...

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Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-03-30 04:15:00

Truffles Anyone?

Once Tris had arrived back at Rae’s she slipped into bed to try to find some sleep.  She was long since out of the sleeping draught.  Soon, she heard Rae and Ouro tumble through the halls towards Rae’s room.  Their entry and the sounds thereof were not unlike previous nights.

Tris’ threw the pillow that had been covering her head in the general direction of Rae’s bedroom.  She rolled to her back with an agonized groan. While she was surrounded by plush pillows and duvet, it all did little to comfort her into sleep before they had arrived home.  In the hours since their arrival, she hadn’t had a wink of sleep. At the very least, it kept other pressing matters out of her pretty little head.

“Oh fiddle.  Do they never...

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Trisandrah Emberstrom
Trisandrah @trisandrah#69
2017-03-11 17:05:00

Uh oh

“Oh fiddle, oh fiddle.  WhatdoIdo?  WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo?” Tris stopped pacing and stared down at the man who lay prostrate on her parlor floor.  As she knelt down, she reached out much like a timid feline, drawing back a few times afraid the man was going to suddenly become not dead.  When the dark-haired elf finally touched him, she immediately jumped up, hands in the air.  

“Oh fiddle..fiddle…fiddle…FUCK!”  She frantically looked about the room which was in complete disarray.  Papers littered the floor.  The bookshelf, which normally was a prominent feature in the room, now lay on its side with books and trinkets strewn about in front of it.  She pushed her fingers through her hair and clasp them behind her...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2016-04-14 12:00:00

To the Fjord - Part Seven

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It’s been a very long time since I’ve had to actively consider my mortality. Standing in a walled pit with a knife that might have well have been a short sword in my hand, shackles still on my wrists, a myriad of Vrykul runes burned into my skin preventing me from accessing my magic, and staring down a very angry Shoveltusk apparently triggers that in me. 

This didn’t strike me as a particularly survivable situation; I was out of it and trapped. The Vrykul had spent time riling the bull up before putting him between me and the gates. I was going to do my level best. In theory there were people waiting on me and wondering where the fuck I was. 

Honestly, the whole thing went on too long. The thunderous yells and jeers of the...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2016-04-12 12:00:00

To the Fjord - Part Six

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Everything was the bad kind of fuzzy when I finally came to again. My shoulders burned fiercely and it didn’t seem like I could feel my hands. I’d upgraded prisons from a cage to a straw lined floor in a single outbuilding. Flaming sconces lined the wooden walls. I’d seen places like this burn down in less than an hour and panic set in. 

There was no fleeing, though. My arms were bound by shackle and chain to either side of the narrow space. I didn’t know how long I’d been like that, but I still felt drained. My fingers felt too thick as I went to move them and pain shot through my arms. Angry, red runes had been burned into the backs and palms. I couldn’t draw any magic to heal them. The panic rose. 

Hours passed, I...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2016-04-11 18:00:00

To the Fjord - Part Five

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Running is one of my favorite things. 

There’s a thrill in it, my blood sings as my feet pound the dirt and I vault over fallen branches and tumbled rocks. I waited until things got quiet to go and I just ran. Well, that’s not entirely true, I paused for a moment to free a throwing axe where it had been left in a tree (honestly it’s big enough to be held with two hands, but great axes have always been my favorite weapon), and then I ran. 

It seemed like most of them had gone up to the longhouse, everything else was fairly deserted and the sun was going down. In retrospect I should’ve ditched my cloak, but I didn’t. Sentimentality was slowing me down. Horns started to sound about five minutes into my flight. Then...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2016-04-11 12:00:00

To the Fjord - Part Four

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All things considered, the Vrykul aren’t terrible hosts. I was given three whole candles to keep me warm overnight in an open cage and they didn’t take my fur cloak. 

I didn’t really sleep, it was too cold to sleep. Plus, any time one of the hunting worgs would howl the wild ones would howl back. You could hear them loud and clear over the growling rush of the waterfalls nearby. I hadn’t gotten a great look at the area as I was being dragged in, but towards and across the river would definitely be the way to go before heading due north and back east to Winterhoof itself. 

Morning came late, the sun bringing to life the old bones of a prisoner who’d come before me. Heavy shackles with rough runic carvings in them bound...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2016-04-10 12:00:00

To the Fjord - Part Three

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The first day of camping was an absolute delight. I always get sort of obscenely giddy when I’m off doing something new alone. One day I’ll figure out why that is; Sometimes I desperately need to be around people but other times just being alone out in the wilds is the greatest thing I can imagine. 

I visited the Dryads. From a distance, of course – They have this tendency to lure in wary passers-by and share their food and drink with them. It seems like a good thing but I’ve heard otherwise. The Frost dryads were a delight. They have impromptu snowball fights and have laughs that sound like tinkling, shattering ice. 

The Chill Dryads, not the best name as they are far from “chill”, walk through the sparse brush of...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2016-04-08 18:00:00

To the Fjord - Part Two

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Elodi hadn’t been wrong and neither had ZJ. The entire road up to Camp Winterhoof had been incredibly quiet and exceedingly boring. Increased activity of Vrykul my ass. She and I did see a Scout and for a moment we both wondered if we were going to see action but I think after a few moments of thought we all realized that was going to be a terrible idea and really we all just wanted to get somewhere comfortable to eat dinner.  I almost wished it had come to some sort of conflict so I could get off the wagon, move around, and warm my blood up. 

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The land was beautiful, at least. Teeming with wildlife and the grasses growing a lush green after a winter under snowpack. Other shoveltusk ran around and bellowed rough calls at our...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2016-04-08 12:00:00

To the Fjord - Part One

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The ship had, unsurprisingly to everyone but me, arrived half-a-day early into the port at Vengeance Landing. Strong tailwinds hand helped push the cargo ship and no serious storms had waylaid our travel. I didn’t ask what the rest of the crew was heading up for, small talk when I’m on a mission really isn’t something I focus on. Also, frankly, two and a half days on a ship with people I don’t know and food that’s not mine might as well be torture. I was friendly enough, so were they, but I think we could all tell that none of us really wanted to be going where we were going. 

We disembarked in the early morning of the eighth day of the month; A wagon was waiting for me, I guessed that ZJ had either sent word ahead or...

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Renrael
Renrael @renrael#153
2015-11-01 19:43:00

Trouble Comes in Threes

"Where the hell you been?” The door wasn’t even fully open before his cousin’s voice hit him.

Renrael grit his teeth and dropped his camping pack just inside the door. He shrugged out of his his jacket and tossed it onto the waiting chair. If it happened to hit said cousin, Renrael didn’t mind.

“Out. Had a date.”

“Another one? Better not be a fucking guard again. Over night, too. You must really like this one.”

“Different girl. And we didn’t sleep together. I didn’t sleep with either of them.” He turned to face the other man, taking in his slumped posture, the rumpled shirt, and the beer bottle in his hand. “You owe me for all these beers. And the silver you took two weeks ago. I didn’t forget, I...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2015-09-30 12:00:00

Small Jobs - The End and New Beginnings

I am not soft.

That being said I am also not heartless. I knew what my actions would do to the people of the Golden Thorn after Imriel’s death. When you challenge a leader of a company, if you set the terms for all of their assets, that company becomes yours. I was their Captain now, their leader. It was up to me to see that they prospered, or they could do what I’d done same as I did it.

There was a lot of “hurry up and wait” after. Allegiances were sworn. Gold changed hands. A pyre was built. You never get used to the smell, it doesn’t matter how many you’re around. His Second pulled his documented last wishes out of one of their lockboxes; Imriel had no living family. He wanted to be burned immediately; He’d seen what...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2015-09-27 12:00:00

Small Jobs - Part Three

Isra dragged out a pipe in her agitation, lighting the thing with a quick flick from a matchbook. Meryn’s shoulders bunched up a little in irritation, just like mine did. Something the witch had said earlier filtered back to me from the depths of my mind. ‘You favor your father so much’. My hand bunched in the quilt underneath me; I knew my mother hadn’t been faithful to my dad. It’s why he’d killed her. Our hair was similarly colored, Meryn and I. My dad had black hair.  My mom was blonde. I’d gotten her skin tone and freckles.

He’d looked familiar because he looked like me. My mouth was dry as I looked back over at Isra. It took a few attempts to start but I managed it. “Does he favor his father too?”

Her green...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2015-08-17 12:00:00

Small Jobs - Part Two

Calebbe,

As the person I am sending this letter on behalf of has been incredibly unhelpful, I have sent two copies. One by owl, one by post. From what I have gathered it is more than likely that the one by owl will reach you first, if this is the case her name is Luna and she would enjoy a mouse as payment for services rendered.

I have in my company Lynesse Gloamingdawn, whom I found left for dead at the bottom of a ravine a few days past. She mumbled your name in her sleep, that is the closest I have gotten to getting any information out of her regarding whom to possibly contact regarding her state and situation. She does not seem to trust me -- highly unfortunate but not unexpected. Rest assured that if you are too busy to retrieve...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2015-08-15 12:00:00

Small Jobs

There was a steady, throbbing pounding in my head as I slowly woke up. I hurt. Gods did I hurt, and I didn’t remember why. I tried to push myself up but I didn’t move so much as twitch, full bodied, my lungs burning as cloying air full of smoke and what smelled like lavender filled them. Talk about panic inducing.

Even my vision was spotty and blurry, what light crept into wherever I was only illuminating so much. There was red paint across the wooden supports that arched along the ceiling, faded to a dull rust. Little motes glowed bright in the sun shafts before vanishing into the darkness. A woman laughed outside, having a genial conversation in an older version of Thalassian with words and tenses I didn’t understand, mixed in...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2015-07-14 12:00:00

Reconnection

“Miss Gloamingdawn, the farrier wanted me to pass on his compliments for the shoes you made for the destriers today,” Rodgerick Edgeworth said to her as he stood a respectful foot from her person, the awe in the Human’s eyes betraying his feelings for having a few Elves in the company. 

The farrier, a gruff man who’d only given his name as Pence, never passed compliments on to anyone. Lyn had spent more time in his company since arriving with the small band sent out to help bolster the forces in Alterac than she had anyone else, mostly because the area around the forge was warm. The alliance with the humans had been her ticket out of Quel’thalas, to see the bigger world at large, but she hadn’t expected the snow or howling...

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Lynesse
Lynesse @lynesse#278
2015-06-07 12:00:00

It's Probably Pirates - Part Two

Thankfully, I didn’t die.

My toes hit something sharp and I pushed up and off, my chest feeling fit to burst and my body torn between fighting and just stopping. I broke surface and took a gasping, spluttering breath but there was nowhere for any air to go. The sounds of my splashing and retching filled the small cavern as I beached myself and heaved seawater out of my body and onto the sand.

I rolled onto my back and stared up at the illuminated rocks and wheezed, my head spinning and making me feel like the ground was rolling the whole time. There were lights, someone was probably here.

Sure enough.

A goblin loomed over me when I opened my eyes again. I could barely see him over the pistol barrel pointed square at my face. I...

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