Crimonia

Braedyn sat sipping her morning tea and tried to analyze the aroma of the muffins that were finishing in the oven. While she could easily pick out several of the stronger ingredients, it took her conscious work for her palate to find the softer scents laced within. It wasn't quite dawn, and the sticky Silvermoon morning did nothing to soothe her mood. The light silk of her dressing robe was beginning to feel limp and confining.

They were almost done. The spicy-sweet waft of cinnamon saturated air from the oven drifted through the small kitchen behind the main sitting room at the cafe-come-apartment. There were tea cups and dishes with bits of pastry still strewn where their patrons had abandoned them. Monday morning was always a bit overwhelming for Braedyn. Sifting through it all tended to take her the entire morning. The clean up, the replay of the night before, the sudden quiet after the chaos.

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the cafe "Fancy Cakes". 

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, July 26

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

**ETA the Horde tag and remove the default Cross Faction tag

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the cafe "Fancy Cakes". 

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, July 19

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

**ETA the Horde tag, not the default Cross Faction

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the cafe "Fancy Cakes". 

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, July 12

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the cafe "Fancy Cakes". 

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, May 31st

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the third opening of the cafe.  Thank you!

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, May 17th

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the second opening of the cafe.  Thank you for making the first a success!

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, May 10rd

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

The sword point hovered over her chest.

She looked up into a face devoid of sympathy or pity as the sword drove into her body, shattering her ribcage and entering her heart.  As blood gushed from her wound, she locked eyes with her murderer.  Xhaztol's familiar face loomed over her.

Though the cover and most of the material within this book is written in Taurahe, the first page is instead written out in very precise Orcish script, almost as if it were printed by a machine.

Odds are that, if you are reading this book, it is no longer in Tarakah's possession or that I am dead. In either event, the following is a list of people to whom this book should be delivered with the ultimate goal of delivering it to Tundrarunner, Son-of-the-Wind.

(Originally posted March 1st, 2006)

Late night on the Lower Rise, Mulgore's starry sky above. Too keyed up to sleep, a walk around the pond on the Lower Rise; I encounter a learned friend, sitting with her own thoughts.

We talk for a time. Questions asked & answered about mutual friends. Eventually the conversation turns to that which is keeping me awake:

Valgasha. Cirene's soul, which he still holds captive. Our hopes to retrieve it and free her at last. Assistance is offered and gladly accepted, and then these words of advice:

"Let the women kill him."

(Originally posted January 26th, 2006) 

My friends - my adopted family - remain behind, bathed in the starwash of Mulgore night.  The day's labor ended, and some victory achieved... though what the final price will be is still uncertain.  I make my way to the Lower Rise and the inn.  Thinking on what's happened, I spread the players out before my mind's eye like Darkmoon Faire cards, friend and foe alike...

(Originally posted January 19th, 2006) 

Night on the beach, crash of waves, seabreeze taking the stink of smoke and blood as upon the mountain the troll city burns.  Tabi grins at me feraly. 

"Are you happy now?" 

I brush cinders from my cloak, grinning at her in return.  "Muuuccch better."

(Originally posted January 17th, 2006) 

Unable to sleep, I stare at the ceiling of my quarters in the Undercity.  My new friend has no such problem; the small, orange cat lays tucked in the crook of my arm.  I reach down with my other hand to scratch him behind the ears.

You need a pet! she tells me, smiling.  Odd where comfort can come from these days.

(Originally posted January 12th, 2006)

This can't be happening... I've lost track of how many times I've said that over the last day.  Disaster has been averted, but only just, and no thanks to me.  So focused on myself, on my own needs, I've failed my friends.  Fought one and beaten him into the ground, though I may have saved his life, and Tabaqui's - but if anyone gets credit for saving them, it's Wildmane, who held them at the Bulwark while... later, that...  Failed to protect Tabi or Crimonia from Valgasha.  Failed even to fight him in the first instance because I was holding Tabi down so Crimmy could draw forth the darkness...

(Originally posted January 5th, 2006 - incomplete)

Everything seemed to be happening at once - the searing pain of the Champion's blow - the world turning sideways, twisting - the <snick> of Vallente's blades coming free as he bore down on my attacker - impact - earth and grass against my face - PAIN - silver flash as the second troll's dagger sought my flesh - PAIN - Crimonia's robes, swirling white cloud as she moved over me - "YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" - fire in her hands - remind me to never tick her off - nearby, steel on steel, the screech of the Avatar -

(Originally posted December 29th, 2005)

Making our way south from Thunder Bluff, Crimonia gazed about and smiled. "Mulgore has the best sky. Sometimes I explore, just to see what the sky is like in each place..."

"We will not kill the creature outright... The body will reform and continue to wander here." Solectrin said.

Jasynia turned to the High Arcanist and tightened her grip on the war-steed's reins. "But the shard of it that you will take shall be yours forever."

The fel reaver had been bait.

No sooner do we engage it when the true foe appears - huge, muscled, fire-drenched blade gripped in one mighty clawed hand, massive shield in the other.  Erupting from the battered ground of Hellfire, lips peeled back, razor-sharp teeth bared in a predatory smile, it surges forth toward the hillock on which the healers stood -

Jessa -

Fear drives my legs faster than his fel purpose.  Between, between, must get between - fiery blade overhead, mine own raised - crash of metal, sparks flying, grip twisting in my hands - drawing back, a shower of sparks, a side cut blocked again - barely - my heels digging into the parched soil, finding purchase, balance - my thrust batted aside almost casually, the riposte almost leisurely - shouts behind me, the crack of a rifle, air rent by Jahna's shadowbolts - shadow of the reaver falling as I begin to spin - blade of fire coming down faster than my blade moves in reply -

- PAIN -

(( Originally posted 2006/01/24 ))

I have not put pen to paper in some time now. Partly it is the confrontation with Valgasha — and whatever allies he may have — and partly it is an awful weariness that has crept over me. I spent more time slumbering than awake, now. Tabaqui seems worried, but we have much larger problems right now.

(( Originally posted 2006/01/11 ))