moving abbdawn to @tragedycraft 

With arms crossed, the Archmage’s gaze was like iron. Disapprove emanating from her in waves as she fought every desire to pull the foolish girl away from her desk. Her very fingertips just inches from forbidden secrets. The wards shattered secretly when the Proudmoore girl shifted through her tomes, alerting the Archmage as she did so. “Yet you could have brought the matter to me. However, that was too difficult for a noble child as you decided to merely look through my belongings without permission.” With a sigh she moved forward. Gesturing the girl away from her desk. Her purple eyes never once living her face. Silently judging, weighting her options if Jaina had see too much if at all.

“Your carelessness is noted and troubling. If you were in the possession of a one of a kind tome, artifact, or object. You would have doom the world to further ignorance. Age is not an excuse nor status. You are fortunate that I have recovered my book. Your punishment would not be so light otherwise.” Jubilee did not raise her voice as she spoke. Finding no need in such things.

“Five pages of parchment with the dangers of tapping into leylines, detailed causes of death or injury, uses and disadvantageous of teleportation networks through stable and unstable means, and the effects of continuous teleportation on the body. It should be no trouble as I am certain you have read it from cover to cover.” Yet that wasn’t even the worst part.

“Do sit down, miss Proudmoore. You will be starting immediately.” With a snap of her fingers, a stack of parchment and an enchanted feather pen laid neatly on the opposite of her desk. An uncomfortable wooden chair had also been summoned as she gestured with a smile.

“Do make yourself comfortable.”  

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that its rude to look through others belongings? Especially that of a ladies?” The archmage’s voice was dripping with disapproval but behind her cold stare was a hint of nervousness. Lady Foxhollow did not desire the other to see what she had hidden from unwanted eyes. It would be…problematic.

“Well?”  

The woman’s words were like a hammer on an anvil. Each word like a strike that stung more than it should. He did not know what he was expecting. Ambitious yes and yet the pieces came together. The puzzle piecing itself in his mind. His abandonment, his peer’s unwillingness to even discuss the subject of his mother. The unsettling old rumors. Anubis’ early life was a sensitive, depressing chapter. His half blood status made him a target of bullying from the human orphans. His magic the only blessing as he was plucked from the orphanage to the now floating city of Dalaran. Where his sharp mind was put to the test. Yet he found no solace from social exile from both human’s and elves.

“I believe that is for me to decide.” Anubis stated matter-of-factiy yet weakly. “Is she still...still...existing?”  The word ‘alive’ was on the tip of of tongue and yet a more correct term was near impossible to utter. He did not know what to say or how to word his feelings. He wanted to meet her, demand answers, pretend she was still dead, and to see if he could have something that resembled a family.

{X}

Anubis raised his chin as the undead woman approached. Sapphire eyes gazed at the woman intensely. "Only her name." He replied coldly this time. He knew of her name, his family tree on her side only. He knew of a cousin still alive but nothing else. His father was ghost and long ago did he stop chasing a man that did not wish to be found. The mages that knew his mother would not speak of her.

"Jubilee." Yet he was not all truthful. He heard rumors of her last moments alive. That she had somehow gained control of the legion hounds and used them to battle the Scoruge. He did not know if she still 'lived' on in undeath. Was she still part of the Scoruge? The Forsaken? A mindless one that still haunt the land somewhere? Yet he did know that she abandoned him as an infant. So many questions and perhaps now...answers.

"What do you know of her."

@skarredlet

// hey, like this for a short thing. Roll the dice as it might be sinday-ish

{X}

She chuckled once again, a clawed hand running down her half naked breast down to her still shapely hip. “ My, a brave one. How refreshing.” The man’s deep voice was a welcomed addition to his charms. Even with unfamiliar magic she sensed an enchantment. The chill of the riders was like standing within the frozen wastes of Northrend once more. Standing before a group of armored men, the warlock was unfazed as she found her black talon nails more interesting at the moment. “My forest reminder and whatever powers I wield I doubt you would find it to your tastes.” Pupiless eyes bore into blacken, metal sockets with a grin. Tilting her head slightly to the side as she did so. 

“I’ve come to see who has stirred up the Worgen, who has been leaving their corpses along with the undead. Tiresome those beast men and perhaps I should think you and for that you may call me Abaddawn.” The man interested the undead warlock greatly along with his company of skeletal looking riders. Made to be intimidating. Hiding the living flesh of beings. As their armor hid themselves so to did the warlock. Even in death her beauty in life was not taken from her as a handful could say. even with her unsettling emerald eyes within shadow was not enough to unsettle apparently. Besides of course their beasts of burden. Horses were so sensitive to these sort of things. With the powers she commanded...change was always a guarantee.

“Searching for something are we hmm?”

@sparrowglas