(continued from The Waiting)

The air reeked of death, still thick with fog, a cold and damp that permeated everything it touched, tendrils seeping into torn, burned, and bloodied tents, a shroud for the bodies of Reliquary diggers, fingers still wrapped around their makeshift weapons, bodies pincushions for Kaldorei arrows, Thalassian guardians, their armor torn to pieces by worgen claws, and the Alliance attackers themselves - a mingling graveyard of Gilneans, Kaldorei, fiery-haired Dark Iron dwarves, and a handful of the Ren’dorei traitors. The soil, too, reeked of blood. Already damp, it had become a frothing marsh of blood and filth, discarded weapons and mangled bodies peering from the torn earth.

How many had died here,...

Thin heels clacked against Marble floors, purposeful steps as she floated through the lonely hallways. Light danced off her vibrant copper hair, gold eyes searched the path ahead of her, painted lips cocked to one side in a smile that oozed devilish pleasure.

Thick black skirts swished around her feet, the only other sound in the empty manor aside from well timed clicks against marble. No servants bustling about, no demeaning yells from her master. It was quiet.

Too quiet.

The expression that etched into her face as realization dawned was enough to frighten even Sargeras away.

Large white double doors waited at the end of the hallway, but where they should meet white tile sprawled a pool of crimson vindication. The substance...

Lithe arms draped across the railing as golden eyes scanned the patrons below, mingling about. Red hair fell in waves around her shoulders, the tight black sheer dress hugged her curves, the red cross crossed under lay barely showing through. A waiter had asked if she had need of anything and she promptly sent them to fetch the tall male on security for the night. Idle hands fiddled with the long golden chain around her neck.

Her ears picked up the sound of his heavy boots before she caught sight of him. A shocked look of disbelief plastered across his normally twisted face, clearly he wasn't expecting to see her here. Gold blinked rapidly before a soft chuckle rumbled from him. He passed behind her, fingers ghosting across the...

of helping you out.

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The one day he decided to go on a break in Eversong was of course the day he'd end up finding a trapped Kaldorei.

It was a woman clad in a cloak and an angry one at that, a hunter's trap had clamped over her ankle and she was yelling in Darnassian at him, grabbing and throwing pebbles and rocks she could reach, thankfully her dagger was just out of reach and broken, "Ow!" Kate said loudly as a stone hit him in the forehead.

The she-elf smugly grinned and the doctor sighed putting up his hands in surrender he also quickly emptied his pockets. The woman eyed him with suspicion still as he moved closer, until her eyes widened when he unclasped the trap "I uh, know a soldier who makes these, there's a release...

mood music

The forest of Duskwood was eerily quiet this eve, a small cloaked woman stumbled down a rough path eventually reaching a derelict building which had a sign "Colette's Spa". 

The wilds had overtaken it and the small windows were broken, it's door hung off its hinges. Spiderwebs covered the entire interior. 

Stepping inside she nearly fell over from fright upon seeing a skeleton sitting in a rocking chair, a knife plunged into its chest.

The woman took her hood down showing she had long brown hair and green eyes, sighing to herself she cleared away some of the webs until she found a small ritual bowl.

Pulling the knife out of the broken ribcage the woman cut open her palm then and let her blood drip into bowl, placing it...

(Continued from Still Air)

The realization hardly had time to set in before action had to be taken. The Reliquary camp had come under attack, their Nightborne allies mysteriously vanished from the perimeter, their wards tainted by the Void, their communication and visibility swallowed up, like all else, in the fog of Nazmir.

“Get as many of us as you can, I don’t care who - diggers, guards, arcanists, anyone you can find! - get them to the center of the camp. We are going to have to defend ourselves!” Luminash ordered the lead digger, who had been the bearer of the bad news.

The nervous, fearful man nodded, and mouthed under his breath as he receded into the inky blackness, “Eternal Sun guide us now.”

Luminash ducked back...

“What do you make of it?

“This fog? Thick, yes, but another natural hazard of this vile swamp, no doubt,” Luminash responded to the Reliquary digger, “It has certainly not been a pleasant outing, even before this.”

“Why did it not roll in for a week, then? I won’t lie, there is something unsettling about it, unnatural,” the digger replied, his bare, dirt-covered arms hugged to his chest, a tiny pin barely visible on his dusty red and gold tunic marking him as the lead digger of the site.

The wan sun filtered through the jungle canopy above and lit the thick fog like fire, a red-orange mist consuming all it touched. It had appeared suddenly a few hours before, the entire expedition camp swallowed up in it, a fog so...

"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...

For once he had been the first to wake, eyes dancing around the room before the sun had even painted the sky in early morning hues. His gaze traveled across the sleeping faces of the pair curled up tightly together beside him, tempted to merely roll over and rejoin them in blissful slumber until the monk pried himself from the pile as he did every morning. A quick furrow of the brow molded his face until his mind latched onto an idea.

Carefully he slipped from the covers, the chilled air instantly attacking his naked form. No doubt the frigid air outside would be as much of a shock when the trio decided to grace the world with their presence. Replacing the covers and tucking them up against the redheads back, the void giant turned on his...

"I'm proud of who I am." 

The words left the doctor's mouth in a strangled gasp as he was being held against the tree by the throat, a large hand squeezed harder as another person roughly beat his torso with bare fists.

This was becoming a recurring event. Kate didn't mean to offend these soldiers but given how him merely being present in their region was enough of insult to warrant this he felt helpless.

"You know what you could easily do to get out of this." The words sounded like his but Kate knew it wasn't him. 

As blow after blow hit him the voice kept egging him on to peer into the men's minds and prey on whatever pain influenced their decisions to beat him.

"No.." Kate croaked out as they finally let him go, unwilling to...

“That you Sten?”

The door to the small apartment opened and large man slipped in then closed the door quickly. “Yeah, I’m back.”

“What’d the boss have to say?” another large man asked as he sat on one of the two beds in the one room apartment.

“Couldn’t find him,” Sten answered as he slumped into one of the chairs at the small table that took up the center of the room.

“Gonna go back?”

“I’ll try again tonight. But there weren’t no sign of him.”

“So what do we do?”

“Just stay here for now, I guess,” Sten answered, rubbing his face.

“You didn’t see that imp, did you?”

“No, Ollie. I didn’t see an imp. There was no imp out there.”

“You sure?” Ollie asked without seeming...

Tesclina stared at the highly polished desktop that separated her from her father, her eyes absently following the whorls of the wood grain while he studied her. “Your doctors gave a good report on your progress. They believe you have made a complete recovery and I am very pleased to hear it. It’s been a damned nuisance having you out of commission.”

“You shouldn’t have had me committed then.” she replied, raising her gaze to settled on the man who sat opposite her.

“Yes. well if you hadn’t displayed such destructive behavior I wouldn’t have been forced to. One does not go about slaying demons in the city streets after all.” he glared at her, his distaste for her plain on his face.

Tes shrugged, “You do if...

Paperwork. Had she known that rank would come with so much paperwork, she would have hesitated a bit longer before accepting it.
She wasn't sure who she was kidding; certainly not herself, though the grumbling in the back of her mind eased the drudgery. The Hawks had been her charges before she put a new pin on her chest. They’d been hers since Yasmyr took a look at her and decided: “this is the one who will succeed me.” And she hadn’t protested.
She’d never have children of her own blood (though the small voice in her head reminded her that the San said “miraculous, unlikely and dangerous” not impossible. The small voice forgot sometimes what life they were living; when she looked at the man on her bed, she sometimes...

D-1 before Ashenvale Invasion

« That’s not good. »

The huntress muttered a curse in Thalassian, as she hid next to her goblin colleague. Above the rain kept falling, drop after drop ticking on their head as they spied their prey.

The small clutter of elves huddled on the road, the Sentinels and the man circling the priestess; glowing eyes on the shadows. A worgen too, beast-creature that shouldn’t be able to be so discreet. There was no moonlight, nor stars this time. They were clouded by the rain but she had no doubt that in stories, it would be their actions this night that got the credit.

The evening hadn’t started so badly; they did their job, simply, professionally. Not a civilian’s hair touched,...

I wonder sometimes.

Does my memory fails me? Is it nostalgia that lead me to believe we ever had hopes of a life together, of me growing old, or have I always knew neither of us would be alive for much longer? Were we waiting for death together?

I think it is. He knew I was marked for death and he was already taken. On our wedding night, we exchanged words and jests (for we couldn’t exchange much more); that I would grow old, grey in my hair and wrinkles around my face and he would stay forever the same, frozen in undeath (but that was already a lie, wasn’t it? Even undeath isn’t eternal and flesh rot); that I would look like a cradle snatcher, that we wouldn’t tell. That I was wed to death anyway.

It...

[Ooc: this list is mostly for my personnal use and a tool to remember it all]

• A bracelet of Suramar design, silver, white crystal and lilac/silver beads. The crystal is glowing but there is no enchantement on it. She wears it constantly at her right wrist.
• Three glass beads, red and gold. Worn in warbraids only. Twin enchantement with a similar set; if the person wearing the beads were to die while wearing them, the twin set would turn to ash-grey color.
• Three red coral beads, worn in warbraids.
• An old notebook. Full of notes in several languages (which language varying depending on the year written), sketches (of landscapes and people mostly) and a few torn pages.
• An enchanted quill and associated page.
• A pair of hair pins made...

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