Erendis
Help Wanted
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Rise and Shine
With the first rays of the morning sun, Erendis stirred. Slowly, her eyes blinked open and her sight came into focus. Her movements alerted Memnon.
Publish or Perish
Seated at her desk in her flat, Erendis began to put the finishing touches on the most recent draft of her proposed lesson plan for the Academy. Surrounding the desk like a fortress were the crumpled up and discarded prior drafts of her lesson plan. She had thought it would be so simple; yet, here she was late into the night with the candle on the desk burning very low.
Moving On Up
Archmage Malin sat in his chair behind his massive desk. Irritated, he straightened a crease in his best robe. For all the decades he had been Headmaster of the Mage’s Tower in Stormwind, he had never been subjected to such abject and complete humiliation. Across from him, her feet propped up on his desk and coming perilously close to knocking over his prized Highborn Astrolabe, sat Erendis Corvus.
Erendis versus The Kirin Tor
((Tongue planted firmly in cheek here. I remarked off the cuff the other day that Erendis should sue the Kirin Tor for causing the loss of her property in Hillsbrad. So I figured... why not?!))
A little discussion about Erendis over tea
((Prior story by Erendis on this matter www.rp-haven.com/blog/erendis/dirty_work ))
“Erendis”
Slowly Meladela looked up from the cup of muddy tea sitting on the small table next to her. Her gaze focused on Septimus Firestarter. “What about her?”
Septimus was up to something again, it had been foolish of her to answer his summons to meet in his apartments in Dalaran. It would be damn stupid of her to drink anything he offered as she pushed the cup aside.
Taking his seat a few feet away from her. He picked up his cup of tea from a small writing table taking a sip before replying. “There was an incident at Amber Ledge and after reviewing the reports I’m not convinced things are all they appear to be.”
Meladela eyed him coldly “Septimus, the last time I did something for you. A few friends died.”
Tying Up Loose Ends, Part 1
Although it was nearly two bells past noon, the streets in this particular section of Old Town, the Haymarket District, were always dark. Narrow streets flanked by tall tenement buildings did not allow much light in at all. And quite frankly, that was the way the residents wanted it… dark environs for dark business.
Homecoming
The crackle of arcane energies disturbed the layer of dust that had accumulated on the apartment’s floor. The energies coalesced and focused as the portal opened and the mage stepped through.
'Digging Up The Past' - Part 2.
Dearest Winsloe, First, thanks for the last few shipments. Glad to see the vineyards are doing well, as always.
Remember what I asked you in my last letter? That if anything were to happen to me, you'd make sure that my sister Elzabetha, and my friends Sowelu, Erendis, and Theryl each got 2 percent of the proceeds from my vineyards?
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Final Letter
Dear Everyone,
This world is toxic, I know this more then most. There are things in this world that are truly evil. Things that we all wish would just disappear. We've been convinced by our lives that the only way to solve these problems, is to pick up a sword or spell book and solve them ourselves.
... I most certainly am no exception to this rule. Not in the least.
Return
Alex looked down at the royal blue robe with the gold lacing. It sure had been a long time since she wore it. Even longer since she made it. It wasn't like her, but there was a part of her that just couldn't discard the thing. Maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was because the robe was ... at least what she considered ... proof of her crowning achievement.
They trained her, offered her access to things that in all probability should have been forgotten long ago. Gave her access to virtually anything she wanted. All they asked her to do was kill in their name.
Coping (Or Trying To)
((OOC Note: The following are the drunken, first person, ramblings of Erendis as she tries to cope during the time between learning of Sowelu's death and the night of the funeral))
Finding and Losing
Atop Bucephalus, Erendis crested the hill, one of many here in the Highlands. The cold night wind cut through her like a knife, and she pulled her cloak around her tighter and pulled her scarf up over her face. Below her, in a valley, was nestled a small village, a collection of wattle and daub thatched roof huts really. Only a few buildings were made of wood or stone. One of many such villages here in the Highlands. But this one was different. This one had a resident Erendis was looking for.
Contemplations at the Abyss
The dark-haired human sat at the edge of the floating island, adrift in the storms of the Nether. She dangled her feet over the edge and puffed on her pipe, staring into the abyss below.
End Game: Goodbyes
The ninth day of the fourth month of the year 29
Even upwind I can smell the burning flesh. I don't know if I'll make it to the Dragoon's meeting tonight if I can't finish this soon. I'm so miserable right now I'm almost sick to my stomach.
A new life... sorta
Alex opened her eyes, looking up at the roof, and then she glanced over at the window the moon was still high in the night sky. She went to roll out of bed, when a hand instinctively pulled her back. She gently lifted the hand that had been draped around her, and placed it on the bed. Then rolled out of bed, and quietly opened the door, and sat down on the door step.
She grabbed a nearby stick and started running it around in the dirt mindlessly, as she quietly thought to herself. A couple minutes later the door creaked open behind her… there was a soft kiss on the back of her neck that made Alex smile and then a blanket got draped around her.
“Can’t sleep again?” Alegra asked as she sat down next to Alex.
Wanted: The Raven
{{ Repost from 12/28/06 }}
The 27th day of the twelfth month of the year 27
I sighed as I impressed the seal of the Silver Dragoons on the report. So much damage done... where will it end? I called a courier over and gave her the papers to take to Lord Fordragon.
From the Personal Writings of Shelli Anthania: Mysterious Letters
From the personal writings of Shelli Anthania:
I received 2 messages while I was visiting me mum in Elwynn. One was labeled “Willing Pawns” and listed 3 names who I am assuming are low level Cult members. The other appeared to be written by a machine, similar to one I have seen before at Azorath’s secret S.I. base in the mountains bordering Ashenvale. I showed the letters to Master Shaw, but he seemed…not himself, almost angered even but I cannot say for sure what is going on inside his head. He ordered me to find these ‘pawns’ and kept the original letters, however, I did make a copy of the 2nd letter before meeting him so I could have my own to refer to and share with my investigation team.
A Question of Loyalty (Part 3)
The passage of time since meeting with Faelyn in Alterac wasn’t an easy thing for Erendis. She spent the next two days at her farmstead in Hillsbrad blitzed out of her mind.
When she finally worked up enough sobriety, she made her way back to Stormwind. It didn’t get better there. Running into Sowelu at the Bank of Stormwind didn’t help much either. It only served to remind her of the neat little predicament she had allowed herself to fall into.
A Question of Loyalty (Part 2)
((At the ruins of an abandoned farmstead somewhere in the Alterac Mountains...))
Erendis circled the ruins several times from a distance. She could neither see nor sense anything out of the ordinary. Everything appeared safe for her to reveal herself.
She had been surprised by the note she found at the drop spot the other day. It was a rare thing when Faelyn wanted her help. Therefore, it must be important… important enough that she didn’t want to meet at their usual spot. Whatever it was didn’t matter to Erendis. Faelyn was the closest thing she had to a sister in this world. She would do anything for her.
Slowly, she crept from her observation point and into the ruin. Faelyn stood in the middle with her back to her.
“Hi Eren. Good to see you’re still the same cautious self,” she said without turning around.
13. The Ties that Bind
Erendis was having another sleepless night. Clumsily, she rolled out of bed and stumbled across her flat to her desk. Opening up the concealed drawer, she withdrew her journal and began to write.
A Question of Loyalty (Part 1)
Faelyn entered her apartment and slammed the door behind her. She was furious. “That bitch,” she repeated over and over again as she paced the room. Completely frustrated, she threw herself into the chair behind her desk. She unstrapped her leg brace and rubbed her throbbing knee.
It wasn’t fair. She had paid her dues. Growing up in the orphanage. Drawing the worst assignments in SI:7. Then, after getting her big break and doing exemplary work, winding up behind a desk again due to an injury.
Now, to add insult to injury, to be assigned to an agent who, apparently, did not trust her. Faelyn spotted Shelli tagging her the other day and was incensed by it. She was sure she had also perused her private file. Was this a set up? Was this why Master Shaw made those cryptic comments about loyalty when he gave her this assignment?
An Investment to Protect
I couldn’t find Alex in the City. She’s gone to ground somewhere. No matter, she’ll turn up eventually. I got to start somewhere though, so I packed some things and headed north. Figured I would begin there. After all, I have an investment to protect.
I arrived in Southshore on a cold winter’s day. Cursin’ the weather, I went to work almost as soon as my feet hit the dock and Bucephalus was taken out of the ship’s hold. These folk know me somewhat. But, I was met with resistance from most quarters. I thought this was odd. Most of 'em said it was banditry or the Syndicate. You would think that if a well-heeled mage went ‘round askin’ about it and hintin’ they intended to do somethin’ about it, people would speak up. But, no. Very odd in my estimation.
Return of Agent D’arcmoon
{{first post for this toon and am unsure if anyone was already running something with SI:7. If so, then plz forgive my ignorance.}}
Prelude (1 of 3):
The tram was loud, but the young rogue still managed to fall into a light sleep despite the constant vibrating motion produced by the engine and friction between the rail and track. At her feet sat her luggage, a medium sized pack just big enough to hold a few traveling essentials. She was a girl of few attachments and preferred not to have much in the way of material objects without some sort of everyday use. Her monk-like lifestyle was the direct result of habitual traveling required by her occupation which occurred without much notice in most cases.
Such had been the case this morning when a telegram arrived at Honor Hold to be delivered directly to the hands of Agent Anthania.
12. Playing Catch Up
It's been a while since I've written in this thing. My Outland interests have kept me away from the City. For far too long it seems. One thing you can always count on, when you're away everything goes to hell in a handbasket.
On the mundane side, the Flat was a mess when I got here. Seems the maid has been slacking in my absence. Her and I are going to have a chat in the near future about the nature of the employer/employee relationship methinks.
Shaking Free
The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth month of the year 28
These ties support you; you were not made to be alone.
