Rann released a shuddering breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her mind was divided, split, spread out over what felt like everywhere and everything — her impending final test to become a fully fledged Archmage, the recent death of Shadowsage’s youngest daughter, Zahsheena, her own inability to console her friend in the face […]
It had been a day or two since Kanta’s encounter with the Sin’dorei Paladin, and the woman had put up a hell of a fighter. Bruises lined Kanta’s ribs from her attacks, and the side of his face showed of battle too. His right eye was bruised and blackened, causing a slight dull in […]
Star trailed after Robin. No matter how much of a rogue Robin could be. She still wasn’t good enough to notice being tailed. The two gnomes were high above, the twilight drake they rode obscured by clouds. Min was hugging Star’s waist, trusting her to drive. He always trusted her to do so. He was […]
(( Related to Kanta’s recent journals. Part 1 is here. )) The end arrived bloodlessly. For all the flesh split open and red spilled on the rotted jungle floor, her adversary ceased moving with a snap of the neck. Hissing between her own kaldorei teeth, Anarial openly cursed at herself. “Too soon,” she […]
((The following is related to Alleryn’s Rebirth I roleplay on the ERRC and the aftermath of the Mirror campaign.)) The return to the shop felt long with feet as leaden as hers. To passerbys, Idella smiled cheerfully and gave a passing wave to the fleeting few people she knew. The Mage District was a far kinder […]
I’m a little behind, so I’m playing catch up. I also threw formatting to the wind because WHO NEEDS IT. NOT ME. 10.) Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable. Hypolyta: The biggest turning point in Hypolyta’s life would probably be the first episode she ever suffered. […]
A very brief glimpse into Jarrick’s past… “Jarrick grasped the handle of the broken blade of his fallen Commander and raised it skyward, facing the unholy onslaught of undeath as it marched forward while the rest of his comrades fled. Strong and proud, his voice echoed across the fields of battle as he rallied the troops […]
Robin walked from the Blue Recluse with a new straw pandaren-style hat on her head. It fit her perfectly, her master…former master had chosen the exact fit. She felt as if her heart had stopped when Temujin Oxplow had lifted the hat from his pack and offered it to her. Robin, my equal. […]
“Well, that’s convenient.” Selena looked into the deep blue crystal with the older gnome. Together, they watched Robin achieve her ultimate goal, mastery as a monk. “How is that, Mother? Won’t this just make it more difficult? We anticipated him denying her the hat.” She snorted at the foolishness of it all. It […]
((Partly related to Robin’s Book campaign. Also related to the Mirror campaign.)) Idella slipped through the cracked doorway and secured the latch behind her. Slumping against the door and hair shrouded her face, she steadied herself and breathing for long moments. With shuffling feet, she crossed the space of her small apartment with unsteady steps. Hands shaking, she […]
Another body falls. A goblin. The goblin offered gold for information, but the Marksman was not interested in buying his information from someone could be feeding him false information. Pain was a better respondent as it seemed to prove that the goblin knew nothing at all. The life faded from his eyes as […]
THIS TOOK ME LIKE FIVE TIMES TO POST THIS THANKS OBAMA Day Seven: Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why? Hypolyta: To Hypolyta, it would probably be the fateful first time her dormant personality surfaced. It was a major cause of a lot of […]
Day Six: Describe your character’s happiest memory. This one is actually difficult to pinpoint. Not because of a lack of development, but because even us as people have a hard time digging back through our own memory to find what makes us THE happiest, which one of our many many happy memories that we […]
“Are you sure?” Doradrassil’s eyes burned into Rann as she leaned over the table where Rann was seated, the Warden’s hands resting on the tabletop. Why did she feel like she was being interrogated? “Well…no,” Rann murmured plainly. “As I said, we never recovered the body. We have no way of knowing for sure. Is…is […]
(I forgot to do it yesterday WHOOPS) Day Four: How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive? Hypolyta: Her confidence waivers, a lot, both in her appearance, and in her capabilities. She still feels this need to prove herself, as she’s still very young, but put in a position of command. […]
(( Related to Kanta’s recent journals. )) One Month Ago After hours of threats, the clouds finally broke. The rain washed away the pungent smells of the jungle. Part of Anarial relished it as the rain washed away the grime that stained on her robe, hands, and feet. The jungle was even less tame than Ashenvale and more […]
Day Three: Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason? Hypolyta: The scar over her left eye was from a pretty nasty run in with a ghost from Resheph’s rather seedy past. Was also the first RP’d glimpse of her […]
Day Two: 2.) What are your characters’ most prominent physical features? Hypolyta: Hypolyta is a big girl. She’s tall. She’s muscular as hell. And she’s built like an hourglass to boot. Sure, she’s about average height for a Nightelf, if on the taller side of that. Around 7’2″. But she weighs about 300lbs, without the […]
Going off the list here. And for the whole thing, I’ll be using my four “main”; Hypolyta, Keigan, Saashenka, Chrissinne. SO HERE GOES. Day One: Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no? […]
Kanta spit out the taste of the pepper as he left the Templar’s Verdict encampment, the sound of laughter echoing through his tall ears before the became dull whispers in the midst of the warring jungle. The Justicar’s words rang through his thoughts. How she seemed so hesitant to be around him with Felmoon […]
( It’s been sometime since I’ve had a chance to write and publish something. Here’s coming back from roughly a 2 year hiatus.) The Marksman never claimed to be a saint, nor a nice man. Not more than a handful of times, at least. Screams of pain and agony echoed through the jungle […]
The Gyroshock house was eerily silent in the late hours. Jenna, the odd maid, had gone to sleep, or shut down…or whatever the fel magical constructs do, leaving Robin sitting on the floor where Oxplow and Bibbit had left her. The last candle had burned out hours ago. Ciera still hadn’t come home. Sparkle and […]
Star stood beside her sister in the Templar garrison on Draenor. She looked at the pictures taken of the graffiti as she scoured the room. The arcane writing on the wall had happened there…as well as a glitter-storm, go figure. Violet was combing the upstairs as well. The little arcane bird flitting to and fro, […]
A flickering candle lit the small cave where Sielic remained. A desk had been dragged into the recesses of the cave and he sat there, papers piled around him. A casual glance offered more scribbles than anything else. The intelligible writing showed signs of violent shaking as it was penned. The man wore stained leather […]
The Draenor moon waned overhead as Idella tip-toed through the spread of books, bottles, and vials that filled the fort library. A healthy fire crackled in the hearth and the usual crowd of magi was absent, driven away by the late hour. With a gesture of her hand, the young witch bid a book from a shelf […]