“I really miss her. She was logic to chaos.”
“I wonder if she’d bake me an apple pie and have it shipped to Pandaria?”
“Did she ever get her hand back? I know there’s always a lot of fleshcrafting going on over there...”
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❤💔 - give it to me.
‘Oh, Verlai! Where has she gone? She was a beautiful and terrifying force; a ferocious hunter and lover; my sister, and my best friend. I am more fond of her than I ever showed. Come back to me! I have so much to show you.’
The Return
The huntress stared down the steps that gradually faded from sight, swallowed by the pitch black of darkness below. Fingertips drummed gently against her hips as she nibbled her lower lip and lost herself in thought. She wondered if she’d always known that she’d be pulled back into this life, even when her original intentions were to run from it. She knew what waited down below the lab, hidden behind a panel of shelves that held various reagents and herbs and the like. She’d turned the old storage room beneath Rauler’s lab into a room of her own design. Her favorite ‘toys’ brought and set up in such a meticulous manner that to anyone else, it would be obvious she meant to make use of it at some point. But that hadn’t been her intention at all. She’d only meant to bring a reminder of what she once was. Who she once was, and be able to look at how she’d changed.
She didn’t need to go down below to know what she’d see. Chains hung from the ceiling, some attached to the walls and some dangling free. A table of specially chosen tools, the image in her head causing a hidden smile to appear. One side would be a complete mess, with no order to the random tools, but along the far side... each of her rocks were in perfect order, ranging in size and jaggedness depending on their use. Her rocks. Her favored tool. Sconces lined the stone walls, and a large chandelier hung in the center of the room. One needed light when playing, did they not? Even the simple layout flashed through her mind, and that anticipation similar to embracing an old lover swept through her, causing the woman to shiver.
But with anticipation, there was dread. How had she gotten pulled into this mess? Two days after she’d been discovered, she found herself thrown right back into the life she’d abandoned. For nearly a year, she’d kept to herself, leaving her company, her friends, her family, all of them left behind without a word as she’d ventured to Pandaria. She didn’t -have- to be a monster. Did she? An opportunity had presented itself, and she’d grasped it with both hands. Only two people had been told of her departure; Joy, and her father. Even then, she hadn’t bothered with the details of where she was headed, nor did she give a ‘goodbye’.
As the huntress stared down below, her irritation began to rise. Anger wasn’t too far behind. She didn’t even genuinely care about the man that she was searching for, and she certainly didn’t care for his fiancé, whom she thought to be both pathetic and weak. But still, she found herself preparing what was to come. What would need to be done in order to find him, to extract the information, to follow the trail that would lead her to Kota.
Kotaj Seville. Someone who’d once tried to kill her, only for her to manipulate the man with ease and turn him into what she was: a monster. It had been so easy. Really, she’d only pulled out what was already there, hidden behind ‘justice’ and ‘doing the right thing’. She’d brushed him off shortly after, and then avoided the man for 2 years. How was she supposed to know that of all people, he would one of the few that actually looked for her after her departure?
Still, she could have said ‘no’. Verlai knew what would come of this, knew what route would need to be taken in order to ensure his return to Vinarei. Though she’d left the Eastern Kingdoms in order to better herself, to change what she was... she couldn’t stop that rising desire of enjoying her old... hobbies. It was like a drug. The game. The chase. The information. The spilling of both blood and secrets. A slight smile tugged at a single corner of her lips. She refused to think about the fact that all of her hard work over the past year would be undone. It didn’t matter. Perhaps this is all she was meant to be. But, that was a thought and a problem for another day.
With a quiet intake of breath, she squared her shoulders, a mask settling over her features as she began her decent.
(Light mentions: @raulerblack @geraldjoy @demetrius-devereaux @the-rogue-kota @vinarei )
Winter’s Veil
The huntress sat on the floor in her small home, a large box in front of her. Jenhsnow had retrieved it for her, along with a few of her other most precious belongings, and had delivered them just this morning. Thankfully, her friend’s connection to her had gone unnoticed.
In the corner of the room was a small tree, ready to be decorated for Winter's Veil. She looked over at Lias and Auden, both whom were curled on their beds and watching the woman with interest. "We may have left, but that doesn't mean we won't celebrate this year." Her words were quietly spoken, likely more to herself than to her most cherished companions.
With that, she opened the box, and began to remove the various ornaments she'd collected over the years. A few were a tad bit on the nontraditional side of things; a troll's tusk from her very first kill, the horn belonging to a draenei, a long strand of wolves teeth she used to wear as a chain around her abdomen. Then there were the more 'normal' ornaments, crystal balls, candy canes, strands of colored lights, and the like.
Verlai began to decorate the small tree, humming quietly to herself as she did so. When she was finished, she took a step back and admired her work. It may not be extravagant, but it was just perfect for her.
Pandaria was not the Eastern Kingdoms, but she'd made a home for herself here, no matter how temporary it may be.
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Crimson deadpans, staring at nothing in particular, “… Three things I’d do t'Verlai if I were alone with ‘er?”
He clears his throat and shifts his eyes left and right, “I dunno. I’d probably give 'er a hug or somethin’. I’d want t'talk about what went wrong with us an’ where she’s been all this time. I’d also share a drink with 'er, for old times’ sake.”
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@itsleeooc , since I know how much you just LOVE to HATE her. Heh.
A final selfie for @kaidenblackwell. It has been an amazing few years with all you wonderful people on WrA. Thank you for the stories, and for the friendships. Verlai is officially retired, and it's time for me to go.
Division of Focus
Verlai rolled to the side, spitting out the blood that had pooled in her mouth. Agony swept through her, rolling in waves throughout her system. She could barely focus on his voice due to the nausea.
"You'll never become more if you remain like this! Focus! STOP ME!"
Another kick to her stomach had her heaving, the woman not able to roll away in time, not able to manifest her chi as he wanted her to. As she should have been able to do by now, no matter how minute.
"It was a mistake to bring you on as a student! STOP ME!"
He stood over her, his massive fist slamming against the side of her face. The bones cracked from impact, red filling what little vision she had. It was a struggle to breathe, and even though she’d know this training session was going to be brutal, she hadn’t expected -quite- this much intensity. He gave her reprieve, allowing her to move away this time, and as she shakily got to her feet, her hand was lifted.
Verlai yielded.
She looked at him briefly through hazy vision, then wiped away the blood along her mouth with the back of her hand, and that which trickled down the side of her face.
His tone softened to that of patience, but was no less stern than before as he handed her a damp cloth. "Child, your focus lies elsewhere. When you came to me, I sensed great power in you. The ability to become so much more. You take in too much, your focus is divided."
A paw reached out, tucked under her chin to make him look up at her. There was understanding and sympathy in his expression, but also disappointment. "You have a decision to make."
There was nothing she could say. Instead of responding, she took a step back, a full bow given to her Master, despite the fresh pain the movement caused. Verlai knew without a doubt that things needed to change. With the way her life was now, that would never be able to happen.
The rag was tossed to the side, and as she began to leave the temple, the huntress knew there was only one person she could go to. Advice? Assistance? Guidance?
It was time to go home. She needed her father.
"Surely wondrous on my high rolling, aren't you Huntress? There's a particular reason you were chosen, one you will see sooner than later. In the mean time, let's get to know each other, before it's too late." The Assassin grinned wickedly, stepping away from the conversation until their next confrontation.
There was no time to for the woman to respond. Jade was gone just as quickly as she'd arrived. Verlai's comment last night during the auction just proved to be valid; that someone would bid on her for the sole purpose of having an opportunity to kill her. A smirk appeared as she went about her business. Though there was some enjoyment to be had about toying with a target, showing one's hand too soon would prove detrimental.
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Reblog if you value OOC communication.
With your RP partner(s), your guildmate(s), or even acquaintances in random RP/scenes you’ve never met before! You prefer to talk OOC to establish a dialogue, a conversation, and who knows? Maybe even friendship and adventures!
To an extent. Some things should happen organically through rp. You can plan the way things will go, but really, we all know our muses don't always act the way we expect them to. Unless there's legit confusion, or consent is needed, I prefer to keep IC interaction at just that.... IC. People stir up way too much drama when OOC takes a part in rp. (When it comes to rp. If you wanna chit chat ooc about what color the grass is, let's do it)
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The Raven and the Dove
The raven calls into the dark of night.
Such a being of wisdom, and seen with fright.
But, the Raven, he flies, and he flies so free.
With nowhere to go, nowhere to be.
This Raven, I speak of, for he has no home.
Nowhere to be, constant to roam.
But he has a place, one place to be-
This is the one where he truly feels free.
His being may be dark, his look may be black.
But, there is a secret he hides much aback.
This secret- is love.
For the one he calls… dove.
He flies and he flies, to find this love.
The word rings in his mind: ‘Dove, dove, dove.’
There she is, waiting for him in that dark of the night.
And they come together, the colors of black and white.
He then spoke the words, not one bit of a strife,
“I love you always, you are the moon of my life.”
This is where the raven finds his home.
and with his dove, his love-
He will never be alone.
And so the dove flew him ‘neath the rains of storms high above the world,
cloud menaced and swirled.
But as the water touched the black of his feathers,
something new was shown within the weather.
Stripped of the tar that coated him like death so tightly grasped,
white were his feathers and he spoke no longer rasped.
They sang as the sun parted the clouds and darkened sky,
so it was then,
the two doves did fly.
( A little poem I had written not too long ago with the help of @lumenwolf and I just wanted to share it! <3 )
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It wasn’t often that Verlai found herself so inebriated that she passed out. And in front of the shop, of all places. Her hand was still curled around the neck of a nearly empty bottle of whiskey when she was jostled awake, her body leaving the cool stones of the porch as she was lifted into the arms of someone. Her eyes opened, emerald orbs peering up in some confusion at the woman. “Dam-Damarish? Damarish!” Her words were slurred, but after confusion there was joy, her arms looping around the woman’s neck. “It’s been so looooong.” Where was Damaris taking her? She had no idea, and she didn’t seem to care. Her head rest against the woman’s chest, eyes closing to stop the world from spinning as she sighed contentedly. “I’ve missed you, Damarish.” Her head lifted, eyes opening to look at the blurry face as she drunkenly inquired. “Hey, how’s your hand?”
“My hand’s fine.” She bumped the door to the shop, hoping against hope it would open. It did. Apparently Verlai had decided to drown whatever was troubling her close to home. Thank the Light for that.
Then again… Damaris stared around at the store’s interior, only dimly lit from the street lamps. She’d never been in Verlai’s shop, had no idea where a private area used for all-nighters would be, and had no idea if such a thing even existed here. Cautiously she picked a path around the shelves and stands, ignoring the bumps and knocks to hips and knees as best she could, and past the main counter. Ah. A door. And not locked, either. That didn’t sound like Verlai…but it didn’t sound like Verlai to ask for help, either. At least, that was the impression Demetrius’ order had given her, indirectly: Verlai is alone and needs healing. See to her.
There was a desk with a small lamp, one of the new gnomish ones, still lit. It gave off enough light to see the room. More importantly, see the cot – of somewhat better quality that your standard army’s – up against a wall.
“Heeeyyy, didja hear me? I missed you.” Verlai poked ineffectually at her chest; it felt like being tapped with overgrown kitten-paws.
“I missed you, too.” More truth than her distracted tone would reveal; there’d been many, many times in last nine months Damaris had longed for the other woman’s efficiency and self-awareness.
She settled Verlai on the cot, then stood there, considering what to do next. She put her hand on the other woman’s forehead. Hot, a little sweaty. Verlai grinned a silly, drunken grin. “Gut hurts.”
“It does, eh? Let me take a look.” She knelt and rolled up Verlai’s shirt. No bruises, no open wounds…something internal, that hadn’t healed right?
“Damarish, can you take off my bootsh?”
Sighing, Damaris undid the lacings and tugged them off, then rolled up her pants for good measure
The cloth was damp.
Damaris raised her hand. Water…and blood. Diluted greatly, as if a stain had been scrubbed out. She pulled down the waistband of Verlai’s pants. No visible injuries there. She set one hand on Verlai’s upper stomach and the other just above her pubis, and called on the Light to help her see what had happened.
A miscarriage. How long had Verlai been pregnant? She wasn’t sure she could ask. Far enough, possibly, to not be mistaken for an abnormally heavy cycle.
Was this her first one?
She sent her awareness into the intricate, complex system hidden beneath flesh and muscle and blood. She was there for some time.
When she opened her eyes, Verlai was asleep. Damaris soothed the huntress’ strained muscles and sore nerves, got rid of the residual “gut ache”. Then she sat there, wondering how to break the news to this woman who had been colleague and family.
I don’t know if I can fix this. I don’t know if it’s possible. I’m so sorry, Verlai.
I’m so sorry.
NB: AU response!
((aw, this was so well written. Thank you, Damaris! Good thing it was AU, I don't think Ver could take a second miscarriage, lol.))
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So true. XD
Absolutely.
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Lionhead Repairs Looking for Crafters and More!
From personal equipment repair to building repair, Lionhead does it all! Open daily from noon til 6, come by today to schedule or have your repair completed.
At Lionhead our mission is “Improving the Quality of Everyday life, One hammer, One crank, One polish at a time.“ To us quality work starts with the hands that repair your items.
We’re looking for a few good blacksmiths, carpenters, and engineers as well as shop assistants. Come join our organization to showcase your skills and talents with people who love their work as much as you!
Our shop focuses on fair pricing, while also payment being fair too. Kindness, Respect, and Honesty. Those our are values. Quality work, strong character, and quick service is our focus.
Repair Services Offered:
- Furniture
- Buildings
- Boats
- War Machines
- Air Ships
- Guns
- Swords
- Armor
- Polishing and Reforging as well!
We also offer training to apprentices! Come speak with Ms. Vaelorn or Mr. Arevear today to be hired into this growing business.
(OOC: Voidsworn is three path guild, specializing in Cult, Criminal, and Business RP. Guild members are not required to participate in all three groups, but rather choose their own path to character development. Talk to Dahlyia or Sitihic in game or @lionheadrepairs on tumblr today to discuss how your character might fit within!)
This is cool!
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Ironforge Airfield Attacked by Burning Legion Forces
By Risri Elthron
On Tuesday, June 20th a massive Legion cruiser was seen near the Dwarven capital. As quickly as it appeared in the evening sky, the ship disappeared. Communication with the Ironforge Airfield was abruptly cut off moments later.
Aerial reconnaissance of the field shows at least three fel reavers, a regiment of wrathguards and a swarm of bats present. All of the planes on site were destroyed. The only remaining structure is the airfield’s bunker, though aerial reconnaissance photographs show that it does have damage. The tanks stored at the field were destroyed save what appears to be one. In addition the main tunnel entrance to Ironforge itself was crumbled as a fel reaver fell to its death upon in.
At this time, Ironforge is requesting people to stay away from the airfield as military leaders form attack plans to reclaim the field. At present, the death toll is estimated in the hundreds based upon the aerial photographs. It is unknown if any survivors are within the bunker as communication efforts are still unsuccessful.
Ironforge officials ask that communication in regards to donations and supporting the airfield’s reclamation effort to be funneled through Steelgrasp Brigade. Contact their representative Bathilidis Ironstout for how you can aid in this crisis.
(OOC: The airfield attack is the start of the Steelgrasp Brigade’s guild story-line. With Dwarven efforts scattered, the Legion is now using hit-and-run tactics to try to cause further confusion and keep their forces dispersed. The Steelgrasp Brigade will be summoning all of its forces from the Broken Isles in defense of their capital city. The goal is to push the Legion from the Mountain, once and for all, so that the Dwarven clans of Khaz Modan can unite in an offensive to retake the Highlands. If you or your guild would like to partner with Steelgrasp Brigade, please contact Bathilidis in game or @bath-ironstout to discuss how you can get involved!)
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Mayhem Monday
Join Burly Darkdraft for the second Mayhem Monday. This time we’re going to kick some !@# in Bizmo’s Brawl Pub! Come drink, brawl, and start the week off bruised!
Bonuses: -Get a chance to meet the “Mad Dog” of the Brawlpub: Tyrman Bladebreaker! -See the VIP room, courtesy of Rank 8 Brawler himself, Burly Darkdraft! -Try each of the new Rumble fights!
When: July 3rd at 6PM Server!
Where: Bizmo’s Brawlpub in the Deeprun Tram!
Yes, thank you!!!! Verlai will be there. Bout time we had more brawlpub rp!