Tag: Warlock x 7

"It started when I was a child. One of my brothers dared me to walk along the banister of the third floor landing, I did and then I fell. I died. Obviously the priests were able to bring me back but my legs were in pretty bad shape.” Tesclina shrugged her shoulders, “Father sent me away to a sanitarium where I was taught to walk again.” she narrowed her eyes, “It was there that they started, the voices.”

Tes turned away from her audience to pace across the rough floor, “I tried telling the doctors but that was a bad idea, they all thought i was crazy. I told father. I thought he would make the voices go away. That’s what daddies do after all, take care of their little girls.” she gave a self deprecating smirk, “Not my...

Prompt: May 14, 2012 - Attraction http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/attraction?s=t

    It was, she believed, a bit like being caught in the orbit of a star. You went around and around and around, and all you got for it was much too hot on one side and freezing cold on the other.

    She was supposed to be studying for her placement practicum so she would be accepted to Dalaran University and allowed to develop her talent for magery, but instead, she was sitting in the bay window of her temporary dorm, staring out at the grassy lawn where the unknowing object of her affections was playing some sort of game with a spinning disc with several of his friends. His coppery hair glinted with highlights of gold in the sun, and...

With the permission of King Wrynn's emissary myself and the sentient Infernal who I called 'my child' flew away from the walls surrounding Stormwind City by griffons. Actually my child was too big to fit in the saddle so instead it followed me as a fel meteor. We arrived in Ashenvale Forest where my little project had taken place.

We were in an Orc encampment. They eyed me and the huge demon beside me with... suspicion? Why? I'm only here to help!

They told us that they had seen some flattened and broken vegetation on the way out of their lumber camp. We followed the rather obvious trail until we reached the second of my children.

"Please... come with me back to Stormwind? The Horde won't take y-you apart... if you--" I started...

The city is old, a place of terrible, unnumbered crimes where darkness and blood have seeped into the brickwork. Railways and subways and sewers lie atop plague pits and temples to forgotten gods. A rat’s maze of half-remembered tunnels threads in and around the channels of buried rivers. Glass and steel are rooted in the brick and stone and mud of an older city; leering stone faces peer from the walls of underground parking garages. There are courts and alleys that are not on any map; mere cracks in the brickwork that burrow behind the glass facades. Dingy, tattered places unknown to the rush hour hordes that stream past twice a day.

She wakes and the dream of the city dissolves as she stirs. There are so many cities in her dreams....

The cracked walls are covered in writing. Names, dates, places, comments, obscene graffiti, drawings, nonsense words in half a dozen scripts and twice as many languages - all connected by lines that swoop and swirl and form dizzying patterns that seem to disappear into the flaking plaster if you look at them the wrong way. Or perhaps, if you look at them the right way.

The mad girl rocks herself, thin arms clasped around boney knees as she studies her handiwork. “It connects.” She mutters to herself, “It all connects. Just like last time.”

She tilts her head, listening. “No.” She says, “They don’t know. They don’t want to know.”

A pause, “They only know one name. Just one. They don’t know all the names.”

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