Oneska's blog

If only I hadn't lost that darned thimble! she thought, as the needle stood upright like a little excalibur in the thick layers of tuxedo fabric. It was always so strange to her, the amount of cloth involved in formalwear, starched and stiffened to ensure that none of the wearer's imperfections would plump or sag the shape of it. Although this handsome black jacket would sit easily on the broad engineer's shoulders of her groom, she would have to take in the waist just a touch, and adjust the silk lining accordingly. She reached out blindly, eyes still on the needle, fingers searching for something to work as a substitute for her missing thimble. From the pile of fabric, bobbins and doodads she plucked something large and round. Hm.

Image under the cut might be considered not safe for work due to selective shading. *wagglebrow*

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Everybody's favourite scary man with a mask, below the break. (Drawing - pencil crayon and ink, oldschool y'all)

((VERY much in-character, btw. I lurve you guys.))

Yes, folks, that's right. In a moment of great fun, a large group of friends were witness to an encredible display of the -tango-, performed by none other than our own Convocate General and his loyal Colonel.  (Image after the break)

A little birthday present for everyone's favourite Colonel...

Her expression was stoic... it was as if a wash of cold had come over her, had silenced her thoughts and emptied her of feeling. She folded the parchment letter, smoothing it down on the table before her. The seal was a familiar one... she herself had pressed the metal stamp of the Convocate General's Office into molten wax many times during her short stint as Aestan's assistant. She fingered a pen knife that was lying casually on her desk and used it to scrape the mostly-intact seal off of the parchment, leaving just an oily stain. She reached, her quavering hands the only part of her that was not currently smooth and statuesque, and opened the drawer.  She withdrew a small leather box. She paused upon opening it, taking in the collection. More than a dozen printed wax seals, bereft of their parchment, were arranged in small wooden compartments.

Not like it's really too graphic, but there -may- be some mild exposure... Also, feel free to hypothesize who this belf might be!

I thought I'd sketch out a few of Oneska's friends doing what they do best. There may be more to come, if I'm feeling up to it ^_^

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Oneska watched through the fish-eye lens of the peephole as the distortion of her fiance diminished in size, then disappeared up the winding staircase to the street. To pass the time until she could be sure he was wrapped in his cocoon of gunpowder and grease, down at the workshop, she filled a basin with water and worked on a few of the dishes that had piled up over a few busy days. So much had happened... Ranncor had proposed, at a time when the city was in a state of unrest. Lady Aramalia Solisbane had been arrested, and was in a cell awaiting trial. There was more trouble than usual from the headstrong nobles of Silvermoon, more disagreement among the convocates. Oneska herself had gotten involved, taking less of a passenger position than she had intended. All of this on top of the elaborate mystery surrounding her oldest friend's near-assassination... She felt as if she'd been tied in knots. And here she was, betrothed, and only recently finding out about her beloved's past.

((In response to the Ask Aestan column))

((Ah, the things that can come from a girl's night out. Unfortunately for Colonel Lucas Malkin, the three drunk ladies happened to find an ever-willing Broch when they had an hankering for a prank.))

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Tywyll: "Why don't you and Hamlen just play cards or something, Aestan?"

In a cozy little cottage, a haven of warmth and comfort in the blistering cold of Winterspring, Oneska and Tywyll tell Aestan about that afternoon, the slaughter of Tor’Watha. Together, they guide him through his memories, start to explore his dreams, and find something they didn't expect.

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The temperature in Silvermoon is almost suffocatingly warm today. It hardly ever changes, but right now I feel as if someone must have set the fountain to boil and put a lid over the walls, let us steam. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's this stuffy little apartment, my one-room sanctuary now serving two tenants. Not that I'm complaining- Rann's a much better housekeeper than I am, let me tell you.

The bright-eyed eagerness in Aestan's expression as he held out the rancid mason jar towards her was hard to resist. Grimacing, she skewered one of the “treats” with her fork and examined it. Green brine dripped off of the squishy dough ball, and the sour smell of vinegar assaulted her nostrils.

“What... is it?” Oneska asked, not exactly wanting to know the answer.

Aestan and Tywyll, the morning after what we can only assume was a VERY pleasant night of cardgames and other wholesome activities.

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At the end of the fifth day of the Harvest Festival, the village was little more than a few squares of charred straw and dust. What had once been a grand community hall was now rubble. The scavanged remains of the shops--Mara's General, Durotar Outfitters, the Smithy-- lay scattered across the dusty main strip. Up the beaten pathway to the village hobbled a middle aged troll, hunched over her walking stick with a bundle of silverleaf and mageroyal wilting in her basket.

I drew this portrait even -before- I made the character. I'm that cool.  >_< Well, Wixy is a somewhat impressive, albiet low level at the moment, gnomish warlock whose backstory I have yet to develop. I also don't exactly know where the Alliance roleplay is happenin', so anybody who knows should inform me if they ever want to meet this little lady.

Also: A coloured version may be showing up rather soon. For now, I'll leave it at this simple ink drawing.

Thought I'd whip up some quick signage for Fancy Cakes -- Aestan's idea, really. Not my best work, but it does it's job. ;)