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Se’ala,

I made sure to enjoy a pineapple drink for you; I expect what I brought for you to be all gone by now; if so, that makes me happy, I’m glad you enjoyed it.  Thank you for writing; I only realized how much I missed you once I’d been gone.

I stayed in Outland a few days after you returned to your work protecting the soldiers who fight with you, and so only got your letter a few days ago.  I think I know how much you miss your father and the rest of your family.  My mother died recently, and though I know her to be at rest, it still leaves a hollow ache in my heart.  Is that how you feel?  If you wish to speak of it, I will listen.

THE UNDERCITY

Daraman caught the look on Lyndra's face as he raced around the small stone apartment they had shared for the past two years.  He knew this was going to get ugly. 

"Why are you doing this?"  She asked, her voice dripping with scorn and contempt. 

"Thunder Bluff is my home, my people need me," he replied, still packing for the trip. 

"Your people are here, Dar.  How many times must we go over this?  You're dead.  Why do you still concern yourself with the living?"

"Because they are still my people, whether I am dead or not!" he shouted, throwing the last item into his pack, "These people are the future of Azeroth, not us.  You and I may well live forever, but it means nothing if we can't create life, if we can't...hope...for something better than today!"

Keldares lost hisd twin sister when the moon well was distoryed, that was the  last time he saw his sister  he does rmber his Laster name he was never told but if he had last name it would be Keldares Ravenwind his parents had been killed when the moonwell was distroyed, So he grew up with no known famliy he is not sure if his sister is alive or not but he would never stop looking untill he finds something to tell him if she is alive or dead.* (OOC pist me in game Keldares if you are willing to do this and yes thiswill be incest olny pist me if you are willnig to do an incest rp) 

"How did you find me?"

As she asks me that, Lady DeWynter sets her cup of tea on its saucer, then puts both aside on a small table beside her chair. She seems especially slender and drawn, and not as tall as I remember. Her face is set in frown lines, and the squint-lines by her eyes are not from laughter. Since she is not made up at all, the gray streaks in her black hair are in full force as well, and even the strands with color seem thin and brittle. Her elegantly conservative black velvet dress with pearl buttons is the thing of most substance about her.

"The housing market in Stormwind isn't what it once was, what with the zombie invasion," I explain. "And of course, all the soldiers and adventurers leaving for the north. So really, it was quite easy to find out who had recently purchased a suite. I knew the minimum standard you would put up with, mother."

Soft hands touched her face.  There was wetness on her cheek that was wiped away.

Where was she?

She struggled to open her eyes; they felt swollen and gritty and offered only grainy vision.  Her head was propped up by soft pillows, and of this she was grateful because she doubted she had the strength to hold up her own head.  There was a flutter of movement in the room in response to the soft moan that escaped her throat.

"Giordana?" a fluid male voice spoke.  That voice sounded as familiar to her as her own.  She squinted.

"Thanks be to good fortune!  Giordana!  My baby sister!"

Ettore?

Her brother rushed to the bedside and clasped her face in his warm hands and kissed her brow and cheeks which were now streaming with tears.

It came by mistake; it was meant for you, but you are no longer here to receive it. "Hey Salth, got a package for you from Stormwind." I was too overwhelmed to protest when the postman mistook me for you, I simply accepted the bundle and note attached. 
 

Over a year or two ago...

I awoke.

I can't remember what happened. It just happened. The little mansion I had lived in when I was serving the monster was... Exploding! As I watched it shatter, I heard a voice. This voice stayed stuck to my memories. This tough female voice spoke: "There it goes. Pity your brother couldn't see his evil die."

A second voice, a male elf's voice, then said, "Shuddup! At least YOU still have a brother. Lady Dragonhome had to do what she did! She made her choice!"

I looked down and I saw them. All of them were standing there below me, talking. I'm in a tree, I thought. I looked amongest the group and I saw her. "SISTER!" I screamed, "I'M UP IN THE TREE, BABY SIS!"

Mal

Yuu stretched his legs and regarded Cerwis warily. Two nights before, the woman had been attacked and her mind had been scarred. While she was much the same woman she was before, many of her memories, both recent and distant were lost or muddled. Unwilling to take any more chances, the rogue had elected to spirit Cerwis away to a place that few knew about and was relatively safe. Southshore was the closest friendly town to the secluded hiding spot, and that's where the pair now rested while waiting for Darlain and a fourth person whom Yuu did not know.

"You mentioned meeting this other person was meeting up with you and Darlain for something here?" the rogue asked somewhat suspiciously.