Ambrosine didn’t look up until Helene proudly laid the contents of the death knight’s pockets out on the table. “Look, you didn’t even notice.” The numbers and tax forms were making her head swim, so Ambrosine didn’t whine about the interruption as much as she could have. She’d been stoically plowing through her records for […]
[[The following contains the official report on the first Crit List event, which took place on Friday, Feb. 24th. A copy of it is also viewable on the Crit List Wiki Page. Thanks again to everyone who attended the event!]] Name: Setraa the Voice Location: Northern coast of Bloodmyst Isle Wanted For: Mass Homicide, Conspiring With […]
Related: RP Prompt 1. Remember that how the character gets the wish and the consequences of the wish are up to you! This my take on the prompt though it won’t be considered in the running. )) —- Shop goers often deposited odd knick knacks or minor relics at Idella’s shop, to the point that the […]
A letter is found under her door when she returns home after being out. The handwriting is surprisingly good with the words being written with long, elegant strokes. Caelryn. I�m not a good person for advice. I don�t really understand people. Sometimes they�re sheep and sometimes they�re wolves and I can never tell which one […]
Zetera finds herself hanging around Westguard more frequently as she got more comfortable around the Templars. Taking time away from the endless battle against the Legion has helped to control her inner demon. It has also allowed her to keep an eye on everyone, particularly the injured or recovering who are vulnerable. She didn�t want […]
OOC: This is a callback to an old storyline that was curated by Fil, a late founder and officer of Templars of the Rose. Fil created a story where his gnome mechanically and magically modified creatures commonly considered “vermin” — mice, rats, even bats and the like — to carry out vital tasks. Eventually these […]
She gazed blearily at the mug set before her on the bar (see: plank over two rocks) and muttered to herself. “…ech….” Feelings. Yuck. That weird draenei, talking like that to her about Cael and, and THINGS. Like all deep and stuff. Yuck. Slurp. Kun took a swig of the ale and then wiped her […]
Ambrosine sat down to write a letter, seeing as how she had nothing else to do. Well, no. She had plenty of other things to do but her horse, Valiant, had laid down and refused to get up as soon as he saw the saddle. He was not enjoying being back in full work, demons […]
Idella tapped the soaked tip of her quill against the lip of an ink pot. Bleeding away the excess ink, she put it to paper. The upper floor of her shop was as neatly kept as the main floor, sparsely furnished and containing a belongings of mostly bookish variety. Moonlight filtered into a single window, […]
[A small parchment package contains a note, and… a strange piece of jewelry-?] Aunne- I saw this after we talked on the beech by the oshin. It looked like the sunset and warm. It was part of one whole shell. I have seen older [scratchout] girl soldiers in Greywatch have matching things becus they are […]
[Zetera finds a letter on her bed, artfully placed on her pillow, with… Valentine’s gifts?]
No fires burned in the house that night or during the day when the black sky changed to the grey. Everything had gone cold, but she hadn�t bothered to leave her bed. Wounds from the night before ached so deeply that they kept her uselessly in place even after all of her tears had gone […]
Written in beautifully flowing Darnassian, Dear Petal, Your aim sucks. I know that Victor is a thieving butthead, but I was an innocent bystander. Hitting me with fruit was very rude. -Mina Included with the letter is…a carefully carved wooden hand, sticking out its middle finger. What?
[A package for Zetera arrives. It’s… a vase, made out of… what looks like a demon’s heart, hardened and preserved. Sticking out of the various veins and arteries, and a hole carved in the top, are beautiful, magical, full roses. In her demonic sight, the manage to glow in shades of purple, matching Zetera’s tattoos. […]
(Auth. note: all items detailed here are intended as Current Events in and around the Templar activities on the broken shore and beyond. These aren't really meant to be pure flavor – though they're hopefully that! – but to also be potential rp hooks for small or large scenes, individual activity, or ideas for character intervention. Feel […]
Blurred Vision. Kanta squinted almost, staring at the presence that claimed to be his father. ��_I have watched you over the years, I have watched you grow from a child, lost in the wilds to proving yourself to be a true warrior.��_ The apparition spoke, pacing in front of Kanta now and, glancing back at […]
(the letter has a GM insignia styled wax seal on it) Justicar Arialynn, There were a disturbing series of events last night at Broken Shores that led to certain things coming to light. I have no choice but to put this in motion. Enclosed is a copy of the orders I signed and put into […]
Cael is slow to recover. And even though she makes progress, something is a little off, still. A little different. She eats and sleeps, plenty of both, considering how malnourished and broken her body is, how great the need for the nutrients and calories afforded her. (Snacks appeared, mysteriously, overnight, with a note that surprised […]
The heat was the part she couldn't quite get used to – and the itching. "That shiny! IT's /mine/!" The snarl at her ear made her jump – and she remembered to snarl back. "Get yer own. I found it first!" The thing bared teeth at her – and she bared hers back and […]
She sat near the fireplace of the study room, deep within the cathedral. Safe, she had been told, blessed. This, thought Ygraine, was good, yes? Aunne had said so. Very safe, kuru’nai. They are good here, yes? Ygraine smiled, a giggle as she cupped her hands in the flame’s light. A childlike sound from the […]
She smells of fel. But we’ve seen their kind before, and not killed them. Well, we have killed one of them before. Their flesh tastes foul. Still, this one makes no aggressive moves. She crouches, watching. She is in my way. Step, step, drag. I bare my teeth. Move. — “This is the strangest thing […]
“I’ve done what I can to adjust them for you, without messing up the runes.” Illyana handed over the blades hilt-first. “You’ll want to practice with them–they’ll still be heavier than Rue and Woe were. Ol’ Vee was a beast of a woman compared to you.” Ambrosine gave the hulking blacksmith a wryly amused look. […]
Step, step, drag. Time was meaningless. He had plenty of it. Pain was meaningless. It was a warning system that no longer applied. Step, step, drag. Occasionally things harassed him. He still had teeth. He needed to get home. The idiot human he loved needed him. Step, step, drag.
(( As an out of character note, the font is purposely hard to read. ))
It hardly seemed as though it had been a year already. As he grew older, Lannik found that time was evermore fleeting. Passing weeks blended seamlessly into one-another as the sole resident of the Gorathian homestead worked diligently to maintain his home�s relatively clean nature. Whole seasons whipped by in an instant, observed […]