Tag: Storyline x 11

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...

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...

The house wore the soft, dark colours and glimmering starlight lamps of nightfall by the time they’d returned, creating a hushed familiarity that suited the young Knight’s frayed spirit just fine. Face to face with Sana’s broken silence, flanked by Lore’s calm acceptance and Julrien’s anything-but, a quiet evening had taken a different turn. They’d eventually fled like fugitives from the raw remorse of it all, into the comparative ease of their own space where they had little need of words to take care of one another. For Julrien himself, who had fallen apart.

He’d leaned on Lore far more than he might have wished through it all, though of course he’d been met with every ounce of the seer’s unwavering strength in...

“He’s forgotten where he came from; he’s forgotten this. But he does not need to remember to belong.” 

Julrien lay awake again in the midnight darkness of their room, surrounded by silence save for Lore’s breathing. It comforted him, as always, to know that his lover seemed, at least for this moment, peaceful enough- no small miracle given everything that had happened, and with a lifetime of difficulty in dreams, besides. It had long since been a favourite habit of the young Knight’s to simply watch and listen whenever his other half was deep in sleep. It could be pitch dark and he would still know the sound of it anywhere. 

Yet that idyllic quiet alongside those soft sleeping-sounds had changed for him. Night after...