Aedran
Where She Stands
It was dark by the time Keth decided to sit up in bed, the grumblings of her stomach telling her that if she was going to do anything that day, it was going to be eating. Staring at the tan stone of the walls and ceiling had done nothing to help her situation, so maybe, she decided, putting food in her stomach would yield better results. All she had around was some dried meat, not having gone out for a while to get fresh produce, but as she knew too well, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
And yet, her problem was too many options, none of which were particularly stellar.
[IC] Mercenaries Wanted for Expedition to Zul'Aman!
Mercenaries Wanted for Expedition to wild Zul'Aman!
Overview:
In an effort to aid his student in a research project regarding the Troll race, notable scholar Jakobus Nachtengaal is leading an expedition into the lands of Zul'Aman!
What we need:
- Mercenaries with unquestionable loyalty and skills.
- Mages capable of detecting and disarming magical traps.
- Servants to help carry the spoils.
What you will earn:
- In return for obedience and loyalty, you will receive a fair share of the spoils from the rich halls as determined by Nachtengaal himself.
[IC] Mercenaries Wanted for Expedition to the Blackwing Lair!
Mercenaries Wanted for Expedition to the Blackwing Lair
Overview:
After the recent discovery of an egg in the halls of Karazhan, preliminary research by Denley Sunshade has indicated that a suitable next venue of research would be this Lair.
What we need:
- Mercenaries with unquestionable loyalty and skills.
- Mages capable of detecting and disarming magical traps.
- Servants to help carry the spoils.
What you will earn:
- In return for obedience and loyalty, you will receive a fair share of the spoils as determined by Nachtengaal himself.
Official Report
Date Filed: April 5th
Excursion Date: April 3rd
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[IC] Mercenaries Wanted for Expedition to Legendary Karazhan!
Mercenaries Wanted for Expedition to Legendary Karazhan!
Overview:
In an effort to further our understanding of the phenomenon of “Death Knights”, notable scholar Jakobus Nachtengaal and his students are organizing an expedition to the legendary halls of Karazhan, rumoured to be virtually undead-infested.
What we need:
- Mercenaries with unquestionable loyalty and skills.
- Mages capable of detecting and disarming magical traps.
- Servants to help carry the spoils.
What you will earn:
- In return for obedience and loyalty, you will receive a fair share of the spoils from the rich halls as determined by Nachtengaal himself.
Idiot.
You're an idiot.
You must have some idea of what you've just done. You may be some country peasant, but even a few days here should make you realize that the words "Lady Convocate" mean something. I could have you stabbed in the middle of the street. I could have you locked up for crimes you can't even fathom and no one would have the desire or the means to oppose me. I could have set you up with the nicest house in the countryside, and funded your little tea-making adventures for the rest of your life. Damn, you are an idiot.
This is pathetic! I don't even have any reason to like you. You're thick, you're simple, and your sense of humor is decidedly lacking. There are a hundred people in the city that would kill for a night with me, from nobles to thugs.
Alright, maybe not a hundred, but a few, certainly.
[Notes] :: Observation Journal, page 37
Month of Love, 18th day
Jakobus :: Although he is friendly and a rather beautiful man, he is still very dangerous in all of his strangeness, even after my trust has been given to him in full. His intent is never fully realized until the extent of his experiments come to a close, or some time thereafter. He has a good heart, but a sketchy way of doing things, and it shows too easily when he's not careful to hide it. A good heart because he'll chase after the things that are important to him, no matter their uselessness beyond his need for them. People of emotional importance (See: Aedran) are a project to him to keep after, but must be observed in person. He hurriedly chased after me as I broke into a dramatic outburst, begging me to continue our friendship. I was irrationally distraught and he simply didn't care about being right. He merely wanted me to be alright, after all was let go of. - something to keep in mind -
Early Bird Gets The Worm
He woke, as he always did when he determined he would. It was as if there was a tiny, gnomish alarm clock in his head, waking him up. A light fog swirled in his head, obstructing his valuable thoughts as wakefulness came to him. A warm form was splayed heavily over him, the girl's coppery hair tickling his nostrils as she snored softly. He ran his hand over her naked back, and smiled, his eyes at the ceiling. "No drugs this time, no studies. I want this just to be for us" she had said, after her almost comedic bout of rage where she had threatened to leave. It would have been comedic, but somehow, he had not been able to see the humor in it. He pulled his arm tighter around her sleeping form, pressing her against him as he brought his lips to the top of her head. She was delightful - a vivid and complex mental life mixed with a lifetime of hardship.
Ruined Girl and Pulled Petals
“Aedran, Aedran, c'mere. Sit on my lap. I got something for you.”
“Izzit candy? C'n I eat it?”
“No, candy day is Sunday. Only Sunday. Today is a new day. It's flower day. Here, take it.”
“Ooooooh! Red!”
“Just like your hair. But look. Here's a game. Have you seen it? You pull the petals off, one by one. You say, 'He loves me,' then 'he loves me not,' 'til they're all gone. The last one tells the truth. Try it.”
“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me...! … H-he loves me not...”
“Oh, that flower was a bad one. It lied. Here, take this one. We'll keep going til one gets it right.”
“ … He loves me!!”
“That's right, I do. Who loves you more than anyone?”
“You do!”
Public Announcement: WANTED, a memo, and several letters
Citizens of Silvermoon,
By order of the Lord-Convocate Jasper Nox, all members of the so-called "Rebellion" are to be considered wanted, dead or alive.
The charges include the attempted bombing of Silvermoon, the bombing of the Solisbane residence, murder in the first degree, several counts of attempted murder, several counts of reckless endangerment, conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping.
Should you choose to be part of the Rebellion, you will be held responsible for every act committed by the organization as a whole. Should you resist arrest, please be advised that deadly force will be used.
- Aestan Firatril,
Convocate-General of the Legion
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DIRECTIVES
TO: ALL BLOOD KNIGHTS, FARSTRIDERS, SILVERMOON CITY GUARDS
FROM: OFFICE OF THE CONVOCATE-GENERAL
What Sailors Dream
Tsilas rolled fitfully in his sleep, the luxurious bed of his cabin offering little relief. It had been only a short time since his rescue from the Storm Peaks, by Aedran's rescue party.
The Great Below
It was finished. All told, Vaalin could not recount how many pieces of parchment he had gone through in the creation of the likeness. It occupied most of his time below deck, whenever there was a reprieve from the demands of the helm, and now, he gazed at the face. It was a perfect likeness, a woman with a sly face and an assuring smile. She was rested on the desk, and from where he was sitting Vaalin could see her varying sisters, whose details were just short of an accurate memory. On his most recent trip back to Silvermoon, had had made absolutely sure to study every nuance, and he often had to look away when he was caught in the act of his gatherings.
He couldn’t help but smile, it was finally finished…
The newest crewmate.
Logbook Entry ################
Well, I've done it. Been considering it for a while, but I figured if I was gonna, I might as well do it. Not regretting it either.
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Shopping for sailors
The bolts of cloth lined the walls, filled the shelves, and were heaped on tables. There were cloths as fine as silk and as durable as sailcloth, and the air smelled like strong dyes. Wandering between the tables, Maethori felt overwhelmed; this was not her thing. She worked with leather and wore whatever worked. Cloth was for tailors, for fine ladies who liked pretty things. And she was just a nobody.
No. Not a nobody. Not anymore. She was a Captain; Captain Whisperwind. She sighed, her face screwing up into a grimace of distaste. After a few months at sea she knew what it was like to drown. She remembered the first time she had been forced to tread water until it was all she could do to keep her head above water. She had that feeling now. She was in over her head, but this time she had something to hold on to, something to ensure she made it to shore. It burned inside of her, a hard knot of hatred and fire.
Welcome to the real world, kid
Morning came to Stranglethorn and Maet woke as the birds began to chatter their song. Beside her, Thaerin slept in what looked to be a painfully uncomfortable position, an arm loosely around where she must have moved to. Frowning, Maethori rose to her feet, mail jingling just slightly as she stepped away. She's find him some breakfast even though she had joked it was his turn to make it, and then take off. Her mood was still mercurial, and she had a feeling her mood would be nothing but poison.
An hour later, a gutted and dressed rabbit roasted in the coals of the fire that had worn down overnight. Wrapped in broad leaves from one of the edible plants of the jungle, it could safely roast in those coals until Thaerin woke. Maet looked him over one more time and shook her head. Odd that out of all people, he would be the one who wasn't cruel. With a sigh and a shrug, she turned.
Vaalin Chronicles - Sky Pirates (Video)
I spent two days working on this. It was mainly a test to see if I could handle Adobe After Effects. It's a really powerful program, and I'm looking forward to the next time I get to use it. The movie was meant to be longer, but frankly, my desktop is way too full of project files, video files, and fraps files.
Enjoy it, for what it's worth. I'll probably write up a story to follow the visuals later on.
Edit: For some reason, the video on filefront is much lower quality, and it has a lot of white specks. I recommend downloading it rather than streaming it to bypass that.
http://warcraftmovies.com/movieview.php?id=84631
and
http://files.filefront.com/VaalinChroniclewmv/;11324713;/fileinfo.html
"So, what're you gonna get 'em?"
Varfolomei strolled along the sidewalk in Flyntlocke Harbor, munching at a somehow still-warm muffin.
Thin Red Veil
Head wounds always bleed the worst.
Arachnis watched the thick, viscous liquid pool on the wood below her with a sort of absent-minded interest.
Cut any of the major veins or arteries and a humanoid body would bleed out in only a few minutes. Break open the scalp and there is just as much blood but without that pesky death business. Though Arachnis vaguely remembered something about head-trauma causing seizures. Or perhaps it was concussions. Either way, it was supposed to be bad.
Granted, lying in a growing pool of her own blood was supposed to be bad as well. She vaguely recalled someone telling her something about this situation being not a good thing.
She heard more than felt something cracking.
Wenches
The day I met my first wench, was the day after I met Rilan.
Proud of his new position with that "merchant" ship, he introduced me to his crewmates. I was intrigued by the two women that were there.
"What are their jobs?" I asked.
"They are the Captain's wenches." He replied.
Hmm...what is a wench, anyway? And why would Luis need two of them?
I asked around, and it seemed as though a wench is a woman who belongs to some man, or several men. The very idea offended me greatly, and it takes a lot to offend me. I began to notice other women, even in the heart of Silvermoon, selling themselves for gold, attention, power. I would question them, trying to determine their motives, but most were too dim to answer coherently. Not even a cast of Arcane Brilliance seemed to make a difference.
Rhymors Memoirs
Rhymor’s Life
Chapter One: The Life of a Mercenary
The Vaalin Chronicles : Frigid
It broke along the icy shoals. It was a modest vessel, in most respects. It didn’t possess a crew capacity over twenty, but each was worth their salt in their captain’s eyes. The sky was a dusky hue, ashen on the eve of a coming storm. From their vantage point at the breaking bow – presently plowing through sheets of meandering ice in the frozen waters below – they could make out the huts of the local tuskarr. Fishers, they weren’t hostile, but no doubt they were curious. Their torches lined the coast, and from there, they could see that the ship bore a variety of markings, but the newly painted banner along its hull read true.
The Lucky Charm
It had seen its wear over the years, but it was a seasoned craft…Not to mention, a bargain for its respective buyer. All it took was one careful bet, a lucky strike for a lucky figure. Whose fingers held to a charm the whole while.
Lost in the Thoughts of Violence and Regret
Here I am.. Sitting around in this hell hole of an inn thinking to myself. Why the hell did I ever let her slip through my fingers? And why do I always have to be the asshole I am around her. Always making stupid remarks or being an asshole like I usually do when I am nervous.. I still have my feelings for her. But still she hates me now. Since all ways do shit like writing on a paper that says a single word of how I feel or.. Mentioning that one guy she was always with.. Can't remember his name.. My hopes with her are failing though. Especially since she is with that other guy.. The one I now know as a drunk. I think I heard her call him.. Luis? Maybe one of these days.. I can be able to be with her. But then again.. If I keep up what I have been doing. There will be no chance.. Ever! So.. I just have to sit back.. and think of a proper way to go through with this.. Hopefully.
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Progress Report
Captain's Log
10:33 PM
Flyntlocke Harbor, manor
I arrived back here in me harbor last night. I've called upon Tsilas to continue helping me prepare for the expedition. Now that me manor is completed and furnished, I won't have to stay in that dingy little cabin no more. Helps fight off the cold, by damn.
Fifteen men have been sent farther north, onto the Northrend mainland, to find leads on where we'll search. So far, two have died because of stupidity. Plummeted their dooms or somesuch. One were killed by a wendigo, and two more were infected by the Scourge and had to be put down.
Tsilas seems like he's got something important sloshing around in his head. Not his brain neither. I reckon he's up here at a time he'd rather be plowing Silvermoon whores. He keeps in his room in the manor when we ain't working, writes and plays the woman's violin. Just as long as he keeps doing his work and keeps his bollocks intact.
screenies
I find I have fun taking these, a few of the ones I like
Ruined Girl and Rock Bottom
Shit, it’s cold out. Can’t even feel my goddamned fingers, an’ everythin’ else’s tinglin’ somethin’ fierce. Inside, my guts is churnin’ thick like muddy water in th’ wake of a boat. Can’t sleep, I can’t sleep; th’ veins in my head is poundin’, an’ I wonner if somehow my blood’s gonna burst out, or at least drive me mad with its endless throbbin’. Fuckin’ hangovers. I drank t’ ferget all that happened, t’ ferget th’ stupid crap I done, but it seems rememberin’ is th’ only thing I can do when sleep don’ come. Rollin’ aroun’ in th’ bottom a’ th’ wagon is th’ only cure I found, V’s threadbare blanket my only comfort. Hell, it still smells like ‘im, smells like ‘is hair an’ ‘is sweat. V, I can only pull it t’ my chest an’ pretend it’s you. I’m sick a’ livin’ like this. I’m sick a’ livin. It’s been years since I cried, but right now it don’t seem like I can stop, when my body’s rebellin’ an’ yer scent is so close.
