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Its come to our attention that there’s been discussion about proshipping in the roleplay community. The term means “all ships are valid,” and while that definition may seem innocent, it’s a term used for pedophiles or predators to hide behind.

We want to take a moment to state that we do NOT support the shipping of child characters or child-presenting characters with adults, child pornography, or child fetishization in any form regardless of the medium, be it fictional, drawn, written, or anything similar.

Defending people’s right to depict erotica of children ignores the harm which victims and survivors must endure when they come across such depictions. In addition, these depictions enable predators and allow predators to use them to groom children.

If you disagree with our stance, you are not welcome in any of our spaces. Unfollow us, and know you are unwelcome at our events.

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How to Date Your Illidari

Taly had been with her girlfriend for two months without ever going on a date. The thought struck her one day as she and Loh’za were cleaning their hut on the outskirts of Clearwater village.

Every day, during the past two months, had been wonderful. She watched Loh’za transform into a stronger woman who could stand on her own feet. She became a woman who could slow down and appreciate a moment without succumbing to the urge to go out and act. The pair had shaped each other to be more like the other, as if their complete lives were making additions for the other in their hearts and souls.

As Taly squatted down to lower a crate of Loh’za’s inks and dyes, she thought back to what they had done over the past two months. Great sex, hard training, gathering herbs, fun and enjoyable for certain, but not what her elven upbringing would have called ‘a date’.

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Twitterfic - The Prince of Peace

The smoke that plumed from the center of the village came from the corpse of a red dragon wyrmling.

The wyrmling couldn’t have been more than 20 years of age, barely an infant in dragon terms. Yet there it was, pinned down by carpentry spikes on its back, while several cuts peeled open the creature, likely for loot and reagents. The source of the flame was inside that opened cavity, which told the good prince that the perpetrators intended to burn away the evidence.

Rook Kazina’s skin crawled at the sight.

“I know that look, my prince.”

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Beauty is Surrounded

The Lividfury gardens, surrounded on all sides by Tetalor’s offices and a s were always a sight to behold.

Rare plants from across Quel’thalas bloomed in several carefully tended plots of soil. Magic muted the smell of dirt and enhanced the perfume of wild flowers. Each side of the garden was guarded by a walls of magically wrought gold, red, and white that resembled the archways famous in Silvermoon. The sun shined down through intricately stained glass. It was the perfect place to comfort a woman, who hoped that today would be a rare good day.

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LFC - Irielle Firine

BASICS—

Name: Irielle Firine

Age: 1, 800

Race: Ren’dorei

Faction: Faction neutral

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE—

Hair: Medium lenght silver-grey hair is usually worn in a ponytail hanging over her shoulder.

Eyes: Glowing, silver-blue.

Height: 5”6 (1.52m)

Build: Limber, taut.

Distinguishing Marks: A horizontal scar beneath her left eye. Faint spider web-like scars at her neck.

Clothing: Dressed all in black. Tight fitting high-necked crop-top, loose fitting pants which are tucked into her boots. Her handswraps extend from her knuckles to her forearms, and she wears a long overcoat which ends just below her knees.

Common Accessories: Her weapons; Eagletalon spear, miniature crossbow holstered on her right thigh, and six custom made daggers (wrists, lower back, tops of boots). She carries one black pouch which wraps around her waist and clips around her left thigh.

ABOUT—

PERSONAL—

Profession: Smuggler and tracker. Jack of all trades. Has worked as a wilderness guide and a bodyguard. Has been known to sing and play the fiddle. Most recently seen working as a bartender.

Languages: Thalassian, Orcish, Common. Smattering of Goblin and Darnassian, mostly curses. 

Residence: Rustberg Village, Tol Barad. 

Birthplace: Eversong Woods. 

Fears: Small spaces, confinement, being alone (sleeping alone), forests, losing herself, being used/manipulated/a pawn (again), and Worgen warlocks.

RELATIONSHIPS—

Family: Deceased

Friends: Many! Always looking for more.

Significant Others: She isn’t in a place to commit to anything serious right now, and if she got wind of such would probably up and disappear to another continent. That said, she is involved with both Eoselle Gloamtracer @hinahinagray and @veleanthe.

TRAITS—

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS—

Smoking Habit: Rarely, socially when so.  

Drugs: Sometimes.

Alcohol: Daily, carries a flask at all times.

CHARACTER HOOKS—

* Smuggler & Tracker: Have you needed a job doing? Particular item you couldn’t get ahold of, or seen to be inquiring about, yourself? Needed goods moved quietly? Needed someone, or something, tracked down? What about leaving the city unnoticed and starting fresh somewhere new? You may have hired Irielle for any of these jobs, or be looking for her to do one -she’s really open about the generalities of what she does.

* Security: While she has done security work for nobles hosting private events, Irielle prefers working one on one with her clients. She will stick to you like glue, and if you’re worried about being followed, have estranged family members who want you dead, or just generally believe someone’s out to get you, Iri’s your girl.

* Bar Hopper: Working odd jobs here and there, Iri lived out of taverns and inns across Azeroth for quite some time. Her preference has been the Eastern Kingdoms, and you might know her from also spending a fair bit of time in bars, having bet against her in a drinking or knife throwing competition, or from being one of her many, many bedfellows (not necessarily of a sexual nature, she genuinely just sleeps better when sharing a bed).

* Heart of the Raven: She can be found working at the Raven every Monday night, and intends to make the back bar at the inn her home. When not out doing contract jobs, she can be found here as well. Regular patrons, guests who have stayed at the inn, or even one-time visitors on who she made an impression are all viable connections!

* Silvermoon’s Elite: Iri’s never been one of them, but she worked for a selection of noble families many years ago.

* Musician - Fiddle: Irielle can play the fiddle, and has been known to sing on occasion. Maybe you saw her playing at a bar one night, or were around a campfire or at a festival where she played. It’s a hobby for her, and not something she does professionally.

OUT OF CHARACTER THINGS AND CONTACT INFORMATION—

I run EST, so three hours ahead of server. Main blog is ms-winford, and Iri’s is irielle-firine. Pre-established connections are fine, hmu so we can figure out the details! In-game and Tumblr are the best places for RP, with Tumblr being where I tend to answer most quickly; send asks/starters her way to get something started, don’t be shy! Contact me here, or in-game at ‘Ireille’ on Wyrmrest Accord. She works at @heartoftheravenwra (Rustberg Village, Tol Barad) every Monday from 7-9pm server if you want to drop by!

Art: haimeart, dovahcaine & suramarelf have all done a beautiful job portraying her!

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I love characters like this. She’s just really cool!

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Deathday - April 11

As the frost melts away, and green sprigs of new life begin to break through the icy ground, we welcome in a time of renewal, hope, and change. There’s a bony rap of knuckles at your door, and an invitation written with care slid into the mailslot, as Fence Macabre invites all to celebrate their very first Deathday anniversary.

Join us for a night of sharing stories and tales of endings and new beginnings!

Date: Saturday, April 11th 2020

Time: 3pm-7pm (WrA/PST) | 5PM-9PM (MG/CST)

Location: Silverpine Forest, coords (50, 85) (map above!)

Server: Wyrmrest Accord (all servers welcome!)

Faction: Neutral (bring elixirs!)

Bring a Dish!

Bring some food for the potluck, something your character has a precious memory related to, or just really loves and wants to share. Potluck contributions will be taken in via Google Forms day-of and compiled into an easy-to-access menu when the buffet opens.

Tell a Story!

Have a story following these themes to share? [Submit prior using this form here!to tell an enraptured audience around a bonfire (ten minutes maximum timed).  Please send us your submissions for stories by April 9th, and we hope to see you there!

Enter the Raffle!

Enter at the event for a chance at a fabulous prize such as:

  • World of Warcraft: Series 6: Goblin Tinker: Gibzz Sparklighter Action Figure
  • Two-Tone Waistup Art by@hinahinagray
  • Blossoming Ancient Companion Pet
  • Companion Pets: Crimson Lasher [1], Snaplasher [5]

We here at the Fence Macabre couldn’t do what we do without you, the role-playing community. And so we aim to celebrate our first year as a part of the RPC and to thank you for your stories, kindness, patronage, and enthusiasm. 

This Deathday is as much yours as it is ours: an event curated for members of our vibrant community (you!) to share stories of turning over a new leaf, great revelation, or perhaps yes even literal death and rebirth. Bring us your stories of feeling lost, outcast, and abandoned, to becoming new, different, and wonderful to behold!

Event Flyer Art by @hinahinagray​

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Twitterfic - Juno

Juno had to admit; being caught in a burning workshop was worse than her pounding headache.

She hurt and wanted to leave, but she couldn’t in good faith without knowing that her host was safe and sound.

“Zeksix”, the draenei said, “Are you alright?”

No Answer

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Twitterfic Flash Fic - Fiona X Trigon

Surrounded by four angry pirates with a pouch of stolen wages on my hip was not how I wanted to end the past year, but there I was. I had one hand on my cutless grip and the other gripped tight around my pistol. It was hardly enough of a defense if the blokes were smart enough to attack at once, but short of flashing them all and hoping for the best, it was the best I had.

I flashed a winning smile at their leader, the slaver captain Tyren the Black and winked beneath the leather straps that criss-crossed my face.

“Ahoy there cap’n. You didn’t need to bring out the crew to bid me good night. I can see myself out.”

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New Year’s Flash Fiction - Fiona

The crew and I sailed to Booty Bay to celebrate the new year and we took over the port all night lon’. I still remember Ally and I findin’ a Pandaren brewer who makes drin’s that affect the undead. After payin’ him for a whole barrel of that swill me love challenged me to a drin’in’ contest which I gladly accepted.

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New Year’s Flash Fiction - Vixiee

I didn’t know what time it was, where I was, even how wild the previous night had been, but I could confirm that my clothes were on and I didn’t smell like sweat so I was absolutely certain I didn’t sleep with anyone. Which meant that one of the Cartel fellas I hired to keep an eye out for me did their job.

I owed them breakfast or lunch or whatever time it was.

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The Grand Rebranding

There were only twenty minutes before noon, and for the first time in months, I was afraid.

It wasn’t the kind of fear that you might feel if you were facing down a pack of geists while waist-deep in snow. For a warrior trade princess like me, that was just another weekday. It wasn’t the fear that some might feel when facing down someone much larger than them in a hand to hand duel, that was just life as a goblin. It wasn’t even the fear of being penniless since I had hit rock bottom before and dragged myself out of it by my thumbs and could do so again if need be.

I was afraid that my fiancee was going to be late for the biggest day of my life.

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The Trade Princess’ Wish

Nagrand was beautiful in the late winter, or at least whatever passed for winter in that dying world. The sun loomed over the rolling plains with the vigil of an oppressive father, with hot rays bearing down on man and beast alike coaxing them inside. It was a day to stay indoors and rest drunk off of palm wine or feasting on melons and Talbuk.

But for one troblin, it was just another day.

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A Brand New Crew

Fiona still remembers the first moments of her second life as well as the events that led to her death.

Shortly after her ship was bombarded by the Zandalari in the early days of the war, she was thrown overboard by an explosion and watched helplessly as her captain turned tail and ran rather than rescuing her and the other survivors. As the privateer ship, The Hope of Freeport, sailed off in the distance to flee the Zandalari, Fiona held onto a piece of flotsam with a weakening grip as the troll ships approached for cleanup and salvage from ships that didn’t survive the bombardment.

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The Tale of Captain Moreaux: As told by Tarwood at last night’s Haunted Hootenanny

Long ago, Captain Moreaux was the true terror of the seas. A real bastard of a bloke who plundered ships and make sure that every man or women on board that wasn’t put to the sword was chained to heavy things and drowned. He wanted no one to defy him and didn’t have time fer revenge and figured that ghost stories were just that; stories to keep bad kids awake at night.

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The Howling Owl’s Hallow’s End Festival

Come join us for our 1st Annual Hallow’s End Festival!

Join us in Caer Darrow for an evening filled with Hallow’s End themed vendors, performances, and raffles! The night will be finished off with a dance party!

As always with The Howling Owl’s events, Horde or Alliance are welcome!

When: Friday, October 25th, 5PM WrA

Schedule:  6-8PM WrA: Vendors - Booths are currently full! List coming soon! 8PM: Performances 9PM: Dance party and raffle drawings immediately following performances

Where: Caer Darrow, Western Plaguelands

!! RAFFLE !!

Raffle info:   There are 2 separate raffles.  1 paid raffle. 1 free raffle. The paid raffle will be 500g a ticket, limit 40 tickets per person.  The free raffle will be a separate raffle with entries via a google form. Each night after performances, winners will be called. You must be present to win or a new winner will be picked. Open to both Horde and Alliance!

Paid Raffle Prizes: 

1 Store Mount

1 In-game Mount

1 Headshot Commission by @lesleylycan

Example:

Free Raffle Prizes:

-Choice of various pets, toys and mounts!

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Come one, come all, come to the Haunted Hootenanny, the only place where you can commit and absolve your sins in the same night, thanks to Confessor Grendaris Tombfire! Start this Hallow’s End season off right by wiping the moral slate clean!

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vixieevox

I know where my girl Tarwood is going this Sunday.

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