Tag: Venibeth Stokes x 7

Niviene stood in the shadows, waiting for Erik to give the all clear before she stepped forward. It was difficult to see where she was going, the deep hood of her cloak cutting off her peripheral vision. It wasn’t the first time that she thanked the Light for the young man who worked for her husband.

The two made their way to a little used postern gate in the fortified walls of Iron Forge where a gryphon sat, calmly munching on a bale of hay. The dwarf who tended the gryphon nodded when he spotted the duo, handing over a pair of reins to Erik. The rogue helped Niviene mount the beast then settled in behind her. He pressed his knees lightly into the gryphon’s flanks and the creature leapt into the air, the only sound, the wind...

“Don’t worry kid, you’re mum's okay.” 

Korissa narrowed her eyes at the imp, “How do you know about momma?”

The demon snorted and rolled his eyes, “I got connections. Don’t you worry about that either missy. I was sent to tell you she’s safe and she is. So now I’m gonna go.”

The creature looked back at the little girl, cocking his head to the side as he peered at her, “You know, I kinda do see it. Man this is weird, seeing you like this.” he raised his clawed hand and pulled at the air, drawing energy into the beginnings of a portal. He paused, the dark gateway no larger than a window, and looked back at Korissa, “How old are kid, eight, nine?” He nodded before turning back to his task, “Yeah, I’ll...

Whispers about the Maw spread like a dark fog rolling in from the sea. She’d heard them in the marketplace of Stormwind, but it wasn’t until the rumors had made their way to Darkshire that Venibeth paid them any heed.

“The souls of all who die are trapped in the Maw.” 

“They don’t move on. They’re all there. Everyone who died.”

She tried to shake the feelings these words engendered. Tried to go about her day, her mind on the tasks at hand. But each quiet moment was filled with them. The whispers invaded her dreams and she would wake in a cold sweat, certain she’d heard him calling her name.

Finally, unable to move passed the nagging hope, Veni was determined to find the answer. If he was dead she would find him....

Venibeth straightened abruptly, her eyes going wide at the crash from the shop. She turned to the twins, “Stay here. Don’t you dare move.” she warned.

Aiden and Emma nodded gravely, “Okay mommy.” they replied in unison.

The mage gave them a dubious look then darted through the curtained door that separated the shop from the living quarters just as another crash resounded through the building.

The broom she’d enchanted and had left sweeping when she’d taken the children in for lunch lay on the floor, the end of the handle protruding through a broken pane of glass while a dress dummy leaned brokenly against the wall. A small table that had held a vase of flowers was turned on its side, the blossoms scattered amidst shards...

“Yes, I saw him.” the frail night elf murmured. “But not… after… no I didn’t see him after.”

Venibeth’s hopeful expression faltered, “Where exactly did you see him?”

“He kept going back in. He would bring someone out and then go back. I think… four, five times? And then there was a rumble and it all came down.” the woman paused and took a sip of water, “I’m always so thirsty now, and everything tastes like ash.” she took another drink then set the glass aside, “I didn’t see him after that. But I wouldn’t expect to. Nothing could have made it out alive.”

The mage let out a small gasp, gulping in air in an effort to quell the tears that trembled on her lashes. Of course he would go back. It’s...

Niviene stepped out of the solicitor’s office, her head reeling at how quickly it had all been done. They had only discussed a few weeks ago. The decision hadn’t come easily, there were more than a few sleepless nights as she went over the different scenarios and possible repercussions in her mind but in the end they had both agreed that this is what they wanted. This was what was best for the family.

Her steps took her mechanically to the gryffin master and the man, recognizing her, had sent her on her way, his brow creased with worry. It had been ages since the priestess was too distracted to spend a moment or two in small talk, inquiring about his children. Whatever it was it certainly had her head somewhere else.

When the...

The afternoon sun came streaming through the lace curtains, leaving dappled shadows across the kitchen table. Niviene glanced around the room, taking in the hustle and bustle of the women preparing the evening meal, listening to the laughter and lively conversation that practically bounced off the walls of the room. She turned sky blue eyes to the woman who sat across from her then looked down into her tea cup, “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

Venibeth nodded, her speech a little rushed, “Yeah. I can’t stay there. There’s too many reminders. I know it’s silly. I know he might come home. But the place is so big and the forge… it looms out there, silently judging me. I just can’t.” she shuddered slightly and...