Tag: Hale x 13

Boralus held typical weather. If it wasn’t raining then the skies were slightly overcast with the struggling sun over head and on some occasions there was a wind off the water that indicated a possible storm. The gulls squawked through the air and the pair followed much of the crowd moving along the docks and Hale lead them through the masses and down towards the southernmost exit of the city past much of the fish markets and fishermen coming in from their mornings’ catch.

“You know, I never thought I could sort of get use to this place. It really has a different vibe than Stormwind, less proper, more rural and earthy.” she added while the two walked. Both of Hale’s hands tucked inside the pockets of her leather jacket,...

There hadn’t been much to do with the Dreadful Howl since it docked for repairs but there had been plenty of time for being able to roam Boralus, see the areas, make connections, recruit and even branching out to contend with family business. Much of which, the family business Hale aimed to take back to Stormwind with her had been nestled in her pack that she took everywhere with her. When she hadn’t been keeping company or seeing to other duties much of her time was flicking through the book trying to make sense of the symbols and writing within that was most likely an area of expertise for her Aunt Elisia than herself. Portals were a common thing to some degree though none of the Crew were eager to leave the port…just yet.

Over...

It had been a while since Hale returned to her room and she had already changed out of the mud and muck only to have found something a little more suitable for lounging. Her style never seemed to change. Leather pants, linen shirt and a belt decked to the teeth with sundries that most would be afraid to tamper with. It is said that poison is a woman’s weapon and they weren’t wrong. Many of Hale’s private clients were actually women looking to rid themselves of nuptials or that they fancied themselves a better prize than their familiars. Whichever were their affairs, Hale never tampered with them, she only supplied them.

She was a long away from her business back in Stormwind and even more so her snakes which aided in her...

Part 3

Gold, sharp eyes narrowed into mere slits as he sought understanding in words that rang and buzzed in circles about ear and head. The grip on her belt tightened, the pipe pressing harder into skin, and then he shook his head. “You should have left me there,” he pronounced before his brain caught up, and right after he peeled off into a low, hysterical laugh. Dropping his hand and thereby removing impromptu weapon from throat, he turned head away to look anywhere but at her. Lower lip pulling in to worry against teeth, he shook his head and continued his amusement without laughter.

“Just what I need, to be remembered when looking to be forgotten. Fucking love irony.” His voice was more alive, face more expressive as he...

Part 2

“Oh, hey,” he exclaimed in hello to the bottle’s movement back into his easy reach. Swiping it up from the the stirring bed, he took another ‘healthy’ swig. The banging commotion caused him to sigh, delight cut short as he turned toward the curtain; the only barrier between what was coming and them.  Ignoring the bleary eyes and worried faces of his former bedtime partners, he hiked a brow at Hale as she confronted him. The sudden crash that followed came from the bottle as he tossed it back over his shoulder to shatter against the wall, leaving one hand free and the other still holding his pipe which was actually finely wrought. 

Looking down to his free hand, he opened and closed it, flexed his fingers, then...

Part 1

Below the horizon the sun yet hid, only just threatening to peak out by orange glow amidst the morning still within its twilight. The air, misty and dank clung to the space between the houses and the streets. Old bones of homes began to stir; groaning, creaking, with open windows and fires stoked and fed. With doors opening, letting free the people and their pets huddled within. Almost too soon the noises began to grow in volume with forges alight and bellowing, with the shanties of sailors and fisherman, the squawk of gulls.

Then, life truly at last for the day, signaled by the toll of bells and the light that drowned the sky in gold and orange at the edge and brightened the skies dark hues. Yet for all that light and...

There is something in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

With resolve, Hale stepped forward to the twisted tree. While the tree itself held no familiarity in the strange woods, it was the very door to the tree that had given her worry. For a split second Hale wondered what hallucinations she might have been experiencing – perhaps a dream though she felt very awake. The shadow at her shoulder, Creature, he was silent now. Perhaps the most silent it had been in just about  two years and with his absence her mind was no longer a buzz with his murmurs.

The wooden handle of the door was cold when Hale touched it. Her heart skipped a beat and on the second prance of it she turned the knob and...

Hale didn’t expect the trees to be crippled nor to carry that sly darkness along the blowing winds. It was as if though the land was alive with energy – magic to be precise. Hale had never felt such a connection to Azeroth, not even the little harvest blessings and rituals she and her sister did came close to the raw energy that coursed through her the moment she stepped off the small boat.

The hairs on her neck and arms prickled at the very kiss of the stale wind at her flesh. Part of her even thought she should have worn warmer clothing than she had originally brought.

The Priest ignored the sensation for a moment knowing it would be a matter of time before it passed. It was as if though she stepped into a painting laden with...

The sea was a stranger to the land viper but it was the salt in the air that reminded her of the circles she and her sister would draw along the wooden floor boards at late hours into the night. The wax, smell of sulfur and the burned herbs were a familiar memory and one that was short lived when the crashing waves ceased. Boralus began to crest in the distance and the very cloudy overhang of the air welcomed the crew of the Dreadful Howl. Waves kissed at the belly of the ship and the horizon drew a long picture of muted seafoam green roofs and docks, gulls in the air and the bustle of voices just across the stretch of water.

She had been to Boralus once and only once in search of information before she had found herself along the...

Hale could charm the pants off the devil if there were ever such a thing. It was easy meeting new people and easier to impress at a first meet but keeping them interested or keeping them friendly was the hard part.

“You made them uneasy.” the voice whispered into her ear and without looking, Hale could feel the shadowy presence of her familiar, even being upon the Dreadful Howl in the middle of the sea didn’t seem to change their connection. It was stronger than she remembered it.

“Have I now?” the Priest answered back in a low whisper while casting glances and nods to the deckhands here and there in passing.

She really hadn’t been on a ship for an extended period of time but there was a first for everything. With...

Doubt crept into her head but this was always going to be where she seen herself in the future and not how she got there. She couldn’t be within her own head, at least not now. Roiling pain filled every fiber of her being and blackened her veins. Hale could barely feel the small, cold vial that has stopped moving between her finger tips.

For a long time she was the one that created goods for those around her that brought others to their knees and meeting makers but she had never thought she would try the toxins for herself.

Slowly she blinked and the chilled moisture clung to the far corners of her eyes while her murky void laden eyes stared at the ceiling above her. Her stomach lurched again but it was not from the Skyflare toxin...

Loredaeron has fallen! Grab the wounded and evacuate.” was the last thing she heard before the city went to hell and coupled with the screaming in the distance and clanging of the swords nearby, Adrian Cress guided his children out of the city, Odelle in tow and it was thanks to their cousin’s quick thinking that they had of gotten out at all. This last memory of her first beloved home stayed with her.

A lingering presence that felt so foreign but there was a large sense of belonging when Lordaeron was spoken about or recalled to the forefront and deepest recesses of her mind.

“You think too much. Your thoughts – a blurred mess.” the voice hissed out along her ear and staring into the mirror within her small apartment,...

                                                          .Greed.Pride.Wrath.

The horizon bled into an array of bloody pinks and aggressive reds which kissed the horizon with a tinge of deepening blue from the retreating night. Below the prattle of soldiers carried throughout the entirety of what was left of Brill. Buildings were demolished and what good wood was left was used to construct their assault towers. The Alliance assault decimated the small town in a matter of hours with little resistance from the main Horde forces setting up at the bulwark of the towering city a league or two ahead. The assault towers were in complete working order and nearest the very apex is where Ottavia sat high above with...