Heulwen

The muscles in Heulwen’s face were beginning to tire.  Keeping them locked to maintain an expression of intense interest was starting to take a toll.  Her left eye twitched.

(( Past NPCs from old blogs are discussed and new alts make appearances.....and the plot struggles to get a mention  >.<  ))

The little silver bell on the door chimed prettily as Heulwen entered the shop. 

In which the Master of the House departs forever, along with a good portion of his personal art collection.....

(( The ongoing events of Heulwen's day, in which a simple plan gets more complicated by the minute, she develops a case of pins and needles in her fingers, and that ceramic duck finally gets what's coming to it.... ))

((The ongoing saga of Open House, where our heroine now faces the perils of interior decoration and indoor plumbing.....))

(( Continuing on from Open House..... ))

Heulwen slowly rose to her feet and forced herself to smile casually.

(( Decided not to wait six months this time  ;)  Continued from the blog Clean Up ))

Heulwen turned the master key and Voratien Silvermane’s apartment door opened with a whisper-soft, seductive click.  She smiled. 

(( This is the latest in a long series of blogs that are all connected.  However due to the fact I only seem to manage one every six months or so, I don't expect you to know WTF is going on, don't worry  ;)  The previous one to this was the Dragon Gate entry ))

For the blog The Dragon Gate.

LOOKIT!  (Large image under the break)

(( Some slight bad language, not enough to warrant a 'mature' tag, but be warned if you're at work or something :) ))

Heulwen slumped comfortably, the morning sun warming her skin.  She was perched on top of a pile of crates in the Bazaar and leaning against the stone wall at her back.  Beside her lay a water-skin and a package of sandwiches wrapped in grease-paper.  At the base of the stack of crates was a satchel.  Just another courier waiting to meet a contact, a common sight in this part of Silvermoon.

(( Featuring a certain cast of characters who appeared a long time back in the blog Policy Pirate ))

Some months ago….

As she stood before one of the myriad move posters that lined the back alley of the Copacetic, Szevajah Netherbloom mused for a moment on the oft-noted irony of the city's name; indeed, the Sun reigned supreme over Silvermoon, the city that never slept. But as she stood there gazing upon other sets of glazed-over starstruck eyes staring up at the latest simulacrum of the Sun, she could not help but wonder if quite the opposite were true - if Silvermoon was the city that never woke. Where else, after all, might she, a physical manifestation of one woman's dream, have come into being?

Drakys had lived a bland life thus far.

Bland of course, meant that his life had been fabricated. He hadn’t grown up in the body he was in right now. He had been born a very long time ago, for a normal human anyway. Then, Arthas had come and purged his city, to protect them they said. Save their soul. Protect the land.

Of course, some time after, the nice men and women of the scourge saw fit to bring him back to life, as an undead. To pass off as forsaken, he’d need to be free willed however. That was their first mistake. He joined the forsaken; being undead there was little choice, considering the Scarlet crusaders were on a burn first and burn some more later basis with what he had become.

Miasma.

(( Continued from Exit Strategy.....  this one is very long, brace yourself! (That's What (S)he Said) ))

((Little bit of bad language))

(( Continued from Policy Pirate ))

(( In which our 'heroine' has found, upon leaving a business appointment, that her way out of the building is blocked by a most unsavoury individual.  Can she think of an escape?!  This wall o'dialogue is to break up the remainder of the story a bit, as it was getting very long and unwieldy  :) ))

 
Heulwen strolled casually along the boardwalk of Booty Bay, her long linen skirt flapping gently around her ankles in the light morning breeze.  She considered this early hour the only tolerable time to be out and about in the trading port – most of the drunks were still passed out and the fish guts had yet to reach full potency as they baked in the sun.  It was not too early for business, however.  She was on her way to visit a gambling establishment and gambling, Heulwen knew, never truly rested.

 (( Last in the 'Patterns' series.......and about time too  ;) If you haven't read those, this might not make much sense ))

(( To know what this rambles about, it's best if you've read Patterns: Part 3 and Cat Burglar, but hey, who cares  :)  ))

“I can confirm she escaped us twice at least, master” Analuri admitted.

The Sleeping Springpaw was engaged in a valiant struggle to preserve the past.  And losing. 

Fairbreeze Village, since the invasion, had become a settlement of contrast, something Heulwen found particularly useful.  Before the last war it had been a sleepy country town that had grown from the need to service the local estates, country homes and summer palaces of the nobility.  The servants and labourers of these grand possessions traded amongst themselves in a scattering of tiny villages throughout Eversong Woods.  Fairbreeze itself had always been reserved for the requirements of the upper classes.

Heulwen walked steadily through Silvermoon, eyes moving constantly whilst her mind pondered the issue of faith. 

A dozen men and women stood in the large study room. They talked to each other, as if they were all friends. And in a sense, they were. All students of roughly the same age, some being apprentice Blood Knights, other having recently graduated. They had all been called in there by Analuri, one of Meliak's brightest student. He had asked her to gather some of the students closest to him, for a special mission.

Most people have their prejudices.  Not just on an individual basis - almost everyone thinks they're better than *someone*, after all.  No, prejudices often cover an entire group of people.  Trolls.  Warlocks.  Gypsies.  Demons.  Politicians.  Take your pick.  But, mused Heulwen, there was one group she'd always found problematic without fully realising the depths of her unease.  Thinking it through, however, she'd come to the conclusion she was not alone. And now she intended to use that prejudice to her own advantage.