Larosa's blog

As some pepole might have noticed, I haven't been in game for a while.  Real Life reared it's head rather suddenly and the whole family has been trying to roll with the punches for the past few months.  I've been turtling in my home as a way to cope and recently have been getting out of that shell.  While most of the art I've done recently won't ever be posted; some of it I'd like to share since it's been working on WOW ideas that have made me realize that so much time has past and I've barely been in contact with a handful of people in game.  You guys know who you are and thank you for the quiet support, you have no idea how much it helped.  I keep saying I will be back and I do mean it.

(( The last character model I did of Larosa a few weeks ago became corrupted and I had to start all over again. <.<  I totally take the blame on that since I was really trying to fix the lighting issue in that that everyone notice.  This took far longer then I would have liked; but work, family, and house repairs have been keeping me away from the computer.  I think this version is much better then my last attempt, especially now that I've got a better understanding of how the software works. I've even been able to add Lar's tattoos to this attempt. Not sure how happy I am with them, but I managed to get them on the model so I'm vary happy with just accomplishing that.  Lars wouldn't normally wear this outfit, but it's a nice set so I used them.))

(( Been playing with my new programs this week and this is one of the better pieces (in my mind) of the character avatars I've been creating.  Feel free to comment or critique, I'm still tweaking this image of Lars and her first night sabre, Pittch.  Right now, her clothes remind of when I was first leveling her in Darkshore.  Things barely matched and it was all pieced together. XD The new Avatar is a sneak peak.))

"Let's move out!"

The small outfit of officers moved out followed by the lower ranking soldiers that were hauling the groups gear.  In the center, Larosa sat tall on her Saber, Dori, as a small horse danced to her left and a paladin charger stood patiently to her right.  The soft squeal of excitement from her left made the Night Elf's ears twitch before she put her helm on.

"Be prepared, Sarge.  The Highlands isn't a vacation spot,"  She growled softly to softly admonish the young page.

"Of course, Major."

That last note I sent was not my best work, but lately it's been difficult to concentrate on my goal.  It was more complicated then just taunting that idiot Harrigan.  I adjusted my borrowed armor and ran a hand through my purposefully dirty and now white colored hair, before shoving the helmet back onto my head.  I had been in a rush when I wrote it, I had lingered to long in Stormwind as I waited to see if she would visit me.   The hustle of relief soldiers that stood with me in front of the portal made it easy to be just another face in the crowd.  I would pick up the rest of the costume when I make it to Shattrah; an old friend would be willing to let me borrow what I need.


"Have you given up then on being anything beyond what they dictate to you?"

Larosa chuckled as she saw Travis's little note as she pushed aside the little book.  She remembered how his voice had cracked when she had told him the news late last night.  He was getting his wish; to travel around the world as see the places that he'd only read or heard about.

His face had turned bright red as his voice broke and he squeaked in excitement, marking the moment puberty hit the young human with a sledgehammer.  His hands covered his mouth with a loud slap as his moment was ruined with embarrassment.  The poor boy though wouldn't let his broken voice ruin his excitement.  The office was quickly filled with his happy squeals as he danced around the room, quickly rambling about the different places he could see.

Larosa advanced with unsteady legs, her arms lifting her short sword to attack the target dummy infront of her.  She could barely see the wood and armor plated contraption through the beads of sweat and tears in her eyes as she lunged forward, weapon sharp and gleaming in the soft gnomish electrical lighting.  What should have been a healthy war cry was a strangled croak as the Night Elf weakly followed through the swing of the short sword.  Her battle blade bounced of the armor of the target, there was barely any power behind what should have a devastating neck wound.

"Blame the rum, the past few hours in the morgue ..." Larosa thought to herself as the target blurred out entirely and she began taking quick hiccuping breathes, "Blame the fact you just spent all night closing out ... No lying through my teeth about what happened from the moment I left the Keep to answer a dead woman's summons."

"Corporal Revant was late to the meeting," Travis noted on the attendance sheet from his little corner near the door. It was hard to miss the man when he walked into a room.  The young boy eagerly leaned forward and anticipated the Major's reaction to this.  The Major couldn't let it slide in front of the unit and this many guests.


"Evening Corporal. Do you have a story to tell me?"


Cassion cleared his throat quietly, "Well, Sir. There was once this little girl and she very much wished to be a Princess, you see. So each night before bed, she would ask her dear father to tell her about her favorite Princess.."


The blue haired Night Elf smirked and above the comments and chuckles of the room called out, "Tell me the rest as you knock out a few push ups."

To Commander B.H.


Reservist Application form 89-56a

Applicant's name: Kae Wynn
Race: humanoid looking, robotic base
Sex: Female (parts are no longer interchangeable.)
Age: looks adult age due to robotic base, was activated with in the last year.

"A note from the Chamberlain sir."

"He'd like to remind the Dragoons that a certain level of decorum should be maintained in public areas, lest we...distract the servants and guards from their duties.  Specifically, when it comes to how people dress in public. Apparently, someone was scandalized by Night Elf legs."

"I said I can't spare Brightsteel, Major.  We have reports of a massive Horde invasion that same night."  Sterling said he waved said reports in the air, " I need him incase we have to move the Royal family to the safe house"

"I'm not requesting that he follows my people to Uldum, Sterling."  Larosa held up her copy of the same report," I just need him to meet my people in the Garden and to stay alert incase my people need to be pulled out."

The paladin snorted and crossed his arms. Larosa sighed and dropped the papers to rub her temples.

"Major,"  Travis rubbed his eye with his free hand as he held out a note to the Night Elf before putting it down on the edge of the long desk of the war room, "Lieutenant Sterling gave me this note for you."

The blue haired elf ignored the note and continued signing and filling out the TDY forms in front of her, "Is it important?"

"He said it was …" The young boy's voice held a note of hesitation and a bit of exhaustion.

"Then it can wait until our meeting," the scratching of the pen on the paper filled the silence in the room.

"Ma'am, he said that he wouldn't be able to spare ..." the young boy tried to clarify.

"We can yell at each other at our normally scheduled time, Travis," Larosa put down the pen and pushed aside the last copy of the order forms to her right and into the basket marked current missions.

((This part takes place the same time as these two entries: Beginning Lessons and Caged.  Mature for mild and implied violence.))

The Master stepped into the other room his hooded face smiling in the shadows, thrilled to be doing something exciting for once in years.  Burley stepped out next, a grin on his face and the hammer on his shoulder., followed by the priestess, looking as calm and composed as ever.  He knew that she would be able to handle this task, that's why he had asked her to join him, her own time in Outlands had hardened her heart, one of few options you had to survive in that harsh land.

A single man stood on the edge of the sea, watching the sun as the golden disk sank into the horizon.  As the last ray of light seemed to extinguish it’s self in the endless sea, the man turned and began walking back to the small camp hidden in one of the many small secluded coves.

“Time to go,” He said as he approached the small group, pushing his hat up to look at his people, “Sun has set and we need to get our packages to the Cave.”

Three sets of eyes turned to the packages, both tied up with rope and seemingly sleeping  on the sand inside a small cave, guarded by their companion. With a nod

“They should be docile enough to toss onto the back of mules and throw a blanket over,” One dark skinned man said as he headed towards the line of pack animals.

The small card had come the night before, Travis's had given it an odd expression as he placed the letter card on the edge of the desk.

"What is it, Travis?' I asked as I stopped flipping out through a report,"Is it another threat letter?"

"No … no…" The boy said as he frowned.

I gave the young man an odd look for my own as I put down my pen and reached for the card.  It was simple addressed, the stamp a standard issue from the city.  The return address though caught my eye as it only said Redridge Inn. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next.

Travis clucked his tongue as he moved around Larosa's bedroom, "All I'm saying is that when the Commander asks what happened, just tell him that you look better then your opponent … It's the truth."

He moved Larosa's teacup closer to her hand before laying down the thick war council minutes beside it.  She did have plenty of time to sit and read it now.  She wasn't going to be moving from her bed for the rest of the night.

"Here are those meeting minutes as well as a copy of the new squad list, Mrs. Goldengale posted.  I put the pine nut bread on the other side of the bed as well as the reports from the interviews from Friday's event," Travis pulled out Larosa's current journal and a pencil, holding it out to her to take, "The current reports from SI:7 are on your desk, if you want those I'll get them for you."

Travis took a breathe, "I also found that salve you like and I got your boots and things from the practice room like you asked, they are in the other room.  Anything else I can do before I hit the rack, Major?"

Larosa smirked as Travis sulked out the door to change into his best uniform for tonight's "meeting", glad that she didn't have to suffer alone tonight.  This evening, Larosa was allowing Liuetenant Sterling a small bit of payback for Alfonse's infiltration of their ranks.  The Liuetenant of the Royal Guards had been boiling mad at their impromptu meeting on Monday.  The fact that she outranked him was likely the only reason he didn't ask to take the meeting to a practice mat, instead he used his mind and came up with this devious idea.  She glanced at the time and sighed before turning back to the paperwork waiting for her attention on the desk.

Larosa laid a purple hand gently upon the smooth wood of the door.   The other hand reached for the handle as the Kaldorei stood in the doorway for the last time.  The morning bells began tolling and as the seventh reverberating note died in the air, Larosa glanced around the room.  The bed was regulation made, the walls bare of maps and hangings, and the desk and wardrobe were clean and empty, waiting for another to settle themselves into the room.  Only the faint smell of tea, silverleaf, and jasmine in the air and the faint scrotch marks to the desk were a clue that the Elf had ever stayed in the room.  Sadness rose in her gut as the blue haired Elf turned to shut the door firmly, remembering the good and the bad that had happened within those four stone walls. 

Larosa didn't realize just how much this room had become her home, until she had to move once again.  She lingered on the memories of early evening meetings with Del as they went over squads and training, drinking beers and joking.  How she would read when the sun rose and she couldn't sleep, how she had smiled proudly when she first was assigned this room, and how it felt to put her uniforms in the wardrobe for the first time.  Even the bitter memories of writting all those condolence letters and disarming the bomb at the desk with Reggie floated to the front of her mind.  She remembered that first night she had spent in the Hall and it still seemed like only yesterday to the Elf.  Two duffle bags in her hands, her bow on one shoulder, her swords on her belt, and Pittch at her side, making her way through the crush of other Dragoons and recruits to her first bunk a floor below that was just large enough for her and her saber.

As dawn broke above the waters of Stormwind Harbor, a young page entered his officer's room and discovered the blue haired elf sleeping in her desk chair.  Her tabard tossed over the back of the chair she sat in, the PT clothes she slept in, the same ones the page had seen her in the night before.  He quietly stepped in and glanced at the desk, thinking that maybe a message or two laid within his reach for delievery.  Her head laying amongst scattered papers, the remains of a lemon, and the various pens and inks that littered the surface.  An ink stained hand was tangled in her hair, an unconcious effort to keep it out of her face.

The page debated on cleaning up the desk, but knew better then to touch the papers without the Elf's permission.  Instead he reached out and gently shook the Liuetenant's shoulder with no effect.  He knew better then to try again or to shake the Kaldorei harder, he didn't want to end up tossed across the room on reflex, or out into the Hall.  Instead he gently backed out and quietly shut the door, not seeing a single softly glowing eye open as the door latched closed.

Larosa knew she was earlier then usual.  She chuckled as a purple hand ran threw her hair one last time, making sure the locks were in place.  A single hand smoothed over imaginary wrinkles in the fabric of her tabard, before flicking off dust she imagined on her sleeve.  On her desk waiting patiently to be tacked to the cork board by the Hall's front door were the new squad list and 3 pages of test results.

Larosa could feel her face become hot as she reached for her targets.  Two copies of a very hard to find leather bound book.   On the covers were simple line drawings of a claw, feather, and tree surrounding the depictions of a male and female Kaldorei.  One book was written in Darnassian, the calligraphy carefully copied in a smooth flowing script, while the other was in common, the letters looked hard as if carved from stone and not printed with the same calligraphy brush.

Larosa did her best to maintain a detached and unembarrassed facade as she placed the books with a few other things on the counter.  The older Kaldorei looked down his nose, passed his thin wireframe glasses, when his hands picked up the books.

"Are you sure your old enough to have one of these, let alone two, La'thanarosa?" He had rumbled in their own tongue with a serious expression, "Your barely grown yourself …"

"No one-  I repeat: no one decks a guard while he's on duty no matter what he says about a Dragoon."

'What happens in a bar when he's off-duty is no concern of mine."

A purple ink stained hand rubbed the bridge of her nose, as if mentally trying to erase the the whispers from her memory.  She didn't need the little snippets of whispered gossip breaking her concentration.  Not when she was trying to find a trail to someone who was targeting her and her Dragoons.  She had to put that to the side and just let the guards have their fill, until the next hot topic came round for this week.  Most of them were humans anyway and they tend to have short attention spans . . .

"An affair with her own Sergeant's husband?"

Head?

*Lifting said body part up produced a large headache that forced her eyes to open and suddenly close from a blinding light.*

Fel, Check

Arms?

*fingers slowly moved to form fists, the older callouses on her fingertips reassuring her that she did still have ten fingers and not eight.*

Check

Legs?

*toes wiggled, the lack of boots was silently disturbing, but the feeling of socks and a weight of what was likely a blanket over her legs eased her thoughts.*

Check

"I owe Laelan a drink." Larosa thought as she squirmed in what she figured was an infirmary bed, "And Cerwis might want a better explanation of what happened between me and Reggie in my room.

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Transmission search: The Silver Dragoons frequencies
Date: March 20th
Time: from 20:00 to 23:00
Specific stone frequency: LT Larosa Oakenfel

Her pale purple ears moved just slightly as she heard the soft grunt the man made as she passed the Keep's copyist the paper in her hand.

"I need a new set of these flyers and I'll need the runners to pass this out as soon as possible."

"I'll make sure this gets done tonight, Lieutenant.  Same places as the first batch?"

Larosa nodded to the human before turning on her heel and quietly closing the door as she left the small printing room in the Keep.  By midnight the amended flyers should be in every guard post and this shift and the next shift of guards would see the updated information. With a little luck, the girl could be safe in the Keep before the end of next week. 

The blue haired elf made her way out the front of the keep and paused to take a deep breath of fresh air, before making her way to the Archery grounds in Old Town.  With a roll of her shoulders the woman began descending the stairs, her boots making a soft sound against the one hundred and eighteen stone steps to the drawbridge.  She needed to do something productive while she waited for Alfonse to get back to her and for this girl to surface again.

The blue haired Elf looked up from her reading and glanced at the bed longingly.  The moonlight filtered in through the window and seemed to cast a welcoming ray of moonlight upon the pillow and blanket.  Larosa frowned and sighed before turning back to the book in front of her.  The thick leather bound book of the Twilight Cult sat opened to one of the lesser sung hymns.  The words were starting to blur and the Elf closed her eyes, the heels of her hands, massaging away the slight burning sensation.  Ever since they had discovered that the cult had infiltrated the Keep, Larosa found herself back on assignment.  Every chance she had, alone in her room, she pulled it out and read it, attempting to put to memory the songs and rituals of the group.

(( Always inspired by the silly things said in channel, This was inspired by Jurik joking that one of the wow critter bunnies was running all over his toon whiel he was RPing his PT test.  This one is for you Jurik. Just a warning, it's very messy, just a quick line drawing.))

The final twinges of sunlight tumbled into Larosa's room as the Night Elf opened the door.  Her nightsabre, Dori, padded between Larosa's legs and the door frame hurrying into the room and heading straight to the nest of blankets the cat had claimed as her own.  Larosa smiled as she watched her companion curdle the nest of blankets and fluffing it up before settling down to sleep. Larosa paused in the doorway  before closing the door and tossing her pack onto the bed.

"It has been a long night, Dori," The blue haired Elf said to no one in particular, happy to hear the words in her native tongue as it echoed briefly in the room," But I'm afraid only you get to sleep right now …"

Tired hands removed the tabard and boots, carefully hanging them up, before a pair of pants and small undershirt followed.  Her hands wanted to reach for her extra large linen sleeping shirt, but instead the Kaldorei made herself reach for her uniform robe.  She had her shift in a few hours and she wasn't going to let someone else pull double duty just because she had spent her sleeping time doing paperwork.  She turned to eye her pack, a sigh esceped her lips as she decided to start pulling out the papers that quietly screamed at her to finish them.

Larosa put the the folded letter into the Judicary's in box and closed her eyes, not wanting to watch the parchment settle ontop of the other papers.  The Night Elf took a deep breath and instead of snatching the paper back to rewrite it, forced her long legs to carry her out of the room and to her bunk.  As much as she hated these things, she couldn't skip out of it this time.

"Atleast, she won't cut off my head," The Kaldorei thought as she rubbed her neck, feeling the rougher skin that made up the scar on the front of her throat.