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Too Much To Loses

((Darsa))

I’ve been scruffed a bit when I was a kid. Some of the monks would pick me up by my shirt and get me to somewhere I could run around and not knock over ink pots. Since I got over six feet in height, no one has really done that until now. As I’m being thrown into a room, I know I’ve been traveling for a little bit. Late at night someone broke into my ‘house’, it’s really a poor excuse of a rented room, but, whatever, they broke into my fucking place and picked me up. It’s been about an hour and they threw me into a small farm our inside of Elwynn Forest.

Just outside I can see the bright green trees, whatever reason I’ve been brought out this way, it didn’t stay for a mystery long. Looking up I see some boots that lead to pants, that lead to a belt, that lead to a vest, that lead finally to a red scarf. Fuck me side-ways. I know this fucker. I know him because he’s the big ol’ cunt who used to work in Stormwind when everyone was rebuilding it.

Edwin Fucking VanCleef. 

“Get up.” He said offering a gloved hand for him to help me up. Near by is a small table with a pitcher of water and two glasses. Once I’m up on my feel VanCleef poured me a glass of water and offered it out. “Sorry my men were so rough. You’ve been dodging me.”

Course I’ve been dodging him. I know exactly who the Defias are and I know that’s a path to get you chucked off to prison. Enough of VanCleef’s men are pulled into Stormwind, I see them get marched over to the Stockades and aren’t even put on trial. It’s that kind of shit that pisses me off. I know the shit the nobles of Stormwind have pulled, and now I see the normal folk suffering for them too.

“Well I’ve been kinda busy.” I admitted as I took the glass and sniffed it to make sure it was alright.

VanCleef drank deeply from his and watched me, as if expecting me to be paranoid. The water tasted fine so I drank as he continued. “You’ve been dodging me. Ape told some of my men you’ve been doubling up your work.”

“Since my kid sis got shipped off to the other side of the world, haven’t been feeling, all of this.” I said nodding to the near by red scarfed men. “Nobles are shits, but, there’s other shite I have to work through first.”

“If you need money we can pay you. You have a good head on your shoulders, you’re also one of the people who has been directly hurt by nobles. I remember how they treated you when you were younger. No one wanted to adopt you, noble strung you along until they could give you back? The nobles told you you weren’t able to stay with the monks you were left with?” VanCleef reached out and tapped my shoulder roughly. “You know what it’s like to be throw away.”

Fuck he knows how to preach to me. Everything he said was true, but there’s something new. “I got people now. Marie, she don’t got anyone with her kid gone. If I’m getting into all of this, I might get exiled from Stormwind, like you. How could I keep her safe with something like that?”

There’s more to life than bringing down the nobility. I know Edwin’s heart is in the right place. After all, he’s been hurt as bad as I have. Labeled as a criminal just so he could get fair pay from those silk incrusted tarts in town. It’s a crime, it is, and he’s making the best of the shit that’s been going down. I’m just not sure I can throw myself into such a cause.

Say what you want about VanCleef, there’s one thing people forget, he cares about his men. He wouldn’t be doing this shit if he didn’t. So he raised up his glass and nodded. “Sometimes we have to protect our family the best way we can. I could always use you among the ranks Darsa. But, you take care of your family. There’s no bad blood between us.”

“You promise?” I asked feeling wary about that. Other gangs have said the same thing, just all of them were talking out of their ass so they could get what they really wanted. But, VanCleef hasn’t lied to me yet. I’ve seen the proof of his anger, and I don’t doubt it for a moment.

Holding out his hand to be he nodded. “You have my word on it. If you ever want to come back, I’ll tell my men to let you in with open arms. But you and yours, I would protect you if you let me.”

Fuck this guy knows how to sell his shit. But I have to stand my ground. I’ve got too much to risk to throw myself into his gang. But I shake his hand anyway, making this a proper deal. “I’ll remember that mate. If I ever hear shite in Stormwind that your guys need to know, I’ll send it your way.”

“Papa.” I heard a little voice from the doorway and stop. The girl is a spitting image of her father. Black hair, bright eyes, she slides into the room with as much stealth as she’s probably picked up around all the rogues in her life. “You said you were going to help me make lunch.”

Letting go of my hand VanCleef turns to his daughter and squatted down so he was eye level. “I did didn’t I?” He said his voice lighter around her. The guy chose to fight a fucking war against the nobles, but his daughter is the true weak spot he has. “Go head to the kitchen, I’m just finishing a talk with Mr. Noman.”

Vanessa, the little girl who looks too much like her father looks up at me and gives me a suspicious look. “Are you angry with Daddy?”

“No Miss, just doing some catching up.” I said quickly but smiling so she doesn’t catch on. “You have fun cooking with your Da.”

That quelled her questions for now, as she backed away I waited till she was out of sight before keeping my tone neutral. Who knows if she’s still listening in. And kids have to stay kids for as long as possible. “Mind having you guys give me a lift back to town, and maybe fix the locks on my doors?”

“They can give you a ride to town.” But then he grinned at me. “You have shit locks on your door anyway. Shouldn’t be surprised with you being Gilnean,”

“Oi.” I said but wasn’t angry. It was a normal reminder I had. I’m not like the Stormwind folks, it’s noticeable in my complexion and my accent. Still I grin and shrugged. “Fine. You keep everyone on their toes mate.”

Before I turned I heard him say something, but for the rest of my life I’ll be wondering what it was. It was probably a quip to balance my own sass, but it’s not like I’ll be asking him for a good long while.

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i almost lost everything i got to this scratch at my soul, i clench my fist (paper mache - iris lune)

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An UnAsked Question

Parties. Some people choose a battelfeild to show off their prowess, many a socialite will choose a party to show just how strong they are. I’ve been doing parties like this since I was a very young child, that is, when my parents didn’t shove me off to a corner because I was too sick for them. No one wants to attend a party where a sick child is trying to talk to people.

Those days are gone now and as I watch the dancing men and women I pick up my glass of dry Stormwind bred wine and drink. I miss the flavor of Lordaeron wine. There was a depth that has been lost in the southern regions.

“It’s good you could make it Dr. Krogen.” Said a young woman who was dressed in possibly the latest fashion. “I hear you are going to attend the auction later perhaps?”

Cordilia Harker, an upper class merchants daughter and the kind of woman my family would have wanted me to marry. I’ll be honest and admit I have no interest in her accept the basic conversation between us. She’s a lovely looking girl. Soft blond hair, large doe eyes. She’s so full of life, and is utterly boring to me.

“Well I never say no to an auction. I heard your late father had quiet a collection of books.” I don’t need to say that, but I do because its better for her to focus on the books than my true prize. “Why aren’t you dancing with one of the many men?”

Those large eyes blinked at me as she smiled. “All of them would rather talk about how strong they are. That they were better than the rest of us because they can swing a sword.”

My eyes follow hers as I see the group of men she is mentioning. They are several years younger than myself, boys who pretend to be knights but haven’t had to face anything. I could see them in a different light though, they are perfect compounds that could build something better. At least their over worked bodies could have a better purpose than filling out clothing that has more style than fashion.

“Well they are the ones who will have to face the Horde sooner or later.” But I didn’t look back to hear her continue to speak. Instead I was suddenly aware that the servants were moving and getting things ready for the auction. Quickly apologizing to the heiress I got as much distance between her and myself. By the time I had refreshed my wine I could see my prize. While there were a number of books that would hold a vast amount of magical knowledge, what I wanted, what I needed was a simple black mirror.

Other patrons were gathering around me and the more delicate of us were taking seats to wait for the auction. It was rare when mages let go of things. Rarer still when a mage doesn’t have a family member take their items after their death. This is a prime opportunity for those like myself to make off with knowledge and relics that could have value to those still preforming magic.

Even archaic magic like mine.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” Said a smoothly dressed auctioneer. He smoothed back his black hair before continuing. “Today we have twenty lots for the Harker estate. All of the proceeds will be going to the war effort against the villainous horde.” Around the room several people cheered, I just clapped quietly as my eyes locked onto the mirror. In the back of my mind, I could feel it already call to me. It know I’m here for it, that I will liberate it from the servitude it had been under. That Mirror, no, I will wait for the surprise so as to not spoil anything. To explain the mirror would be to explain myself.

The first few auctions I put in a few innocent low bids, showing I am interested, but I might not have much. Once or twice I would bid on something just to make sure the others in the room would have less money when it came to my mirror. No one else really noticed my behavior, they are easily wrapped up in their own little world. By showing off their money they might be getting very lucky tonight. Though romantic desires are hardly in my daily planner right now. No matter how much Miss Harker keeps blinking her large eyes in my direction.

Finally when the mirror came up I let the crowd start their own bidding, thankfully no one knew what the mirror was. The auctioneer had to lower the bidding price until one of the more largely build nights called out his bid. After waiting a moment I put in my bid, and, as some lower class fool would say ‘the race was on’. I don’t know if this was a point of pride or not, but the more I bid the more he seemed to get angry with me. How dare I bid on something HE wanted? Obviously I am both a cretan and an invalid. Still I wouldn’t be persuaded.

“I haven’t a clue why you would want a mirror like this. There isn’t a reflection for you to look in. Utterly useless for you.” I rose my hand up to raise my bid.

“I just want it,” The man said loudly. “Can’t a man just want something?”

Oh they can, but I really don’t care to play nice with a man like him. Instead I grow quiet and raise my hand again to up the price. Deep inside myself I listen to something quiet in my soul. Letting the shadows I have come to work with hear my wish. Hearing that I wanted that mirror and that man needed to be stopped. I know better than to out right curse him, so instead I do the next best thing. I make him remember his mother’s voice, letting her call to him, distracting him. He was suddenly paranoid and was looking around to who was calling his name. In the confusion the auctioneer called out the going price, it was slightly more than I wanted, but, nothing ventured nothing gained.

The other man quickly dashed from the room. Either my prodding caused some mental damage I didn’t expect, or his ego was so fragile that he couldn’t be seen losing by everyone in the room. I honestly don’t care which is true. The only thing on my mind is that the mirror is now legally mine.

Spending just enough time to look like I care about this little party I pay for the mirror and have it sent to my personal address. It’s only then that I notice the time and curse myself. Since I arrived I knew I had an appointed time to leave, but with my winnings I had nearly lost track of time. The art of politely excusing yourself was not something many know how to do. I’ve been setting up my quick departure since I arrived so with one last goodbye to Miss Harker I was out in the Stormwind Streets and ready to dash to somewhere quiet.

Just as I dodged into an alleyway I felt it. The air around me became dreadfully cold and the shadows in the night sky were darkening to an abyss. For one moment I waited until the darkened portal was fully formed. Letting out a blessed breath before walking through.

Might I be very clear about this. I look like a lovely man, someone you can talk about politics, social issues and the like. But my true self isn’t the case. I hate the petty problems the world has gotten it’s self mixed up in. As I cross through the portal I can see the crypts of my school surround me like a blanket. Other students notice me and give dark smiles as we all know why we are here. No one comes to Scholomance with out meaning to learn necromancy and other dark arts.

It takes me no time to locate the man who summoned me. Maybe I shouldn’t call him a man anymore. He has ascended to be much more than that. No matter what he has become though, I know he has been my mentor since my family threw me aside. Probably out of this whole world of vain fools, he saw me, listened to me.

“Glad you are home my son.” He said raising his hands up to place them on my shoulders. “Did you get the object.”

Bowing my head I pulled on a large smile. A swell of pride filled my chest and inside myself I could hear the ticking pick up. “I did, no one even questioned what it could possibly be as well. The mages of Stormwind have been neglectful in their note keeping and the new generation don’t even have an idea of what their fathers and mothers were trying to hide from the world.”

The touch on my shoulder was cold, a whisper of a reminder told me my uncle was no longer a living man, but had become a god thanks to the powers we both studied. “I am so proud of you Carl. Keep the mirror, it will be good for your studies.” He removed his chilled hands from me and gestured for us to walk. I look out of place among the other students, but we know I’m loyal. The thing most people forget is not all of the scourge are undead. Some who are devoted members of the cult were asked to stay alive, so we could be the thing that no one expected, respected members of society.

Crossing to another room I hear the screams of some of the test subjects. While I understand Doctor Krastinov is making leaps and bounds in his own research, I do feel that he takes more joy out of the pain he inflicts instead of the one of the work he is doing. This might be a personal bias though.

“You have come a long way Carl. Living among the unbelievers must be so difficult for you.” My uncle continued to speak as we walked down the halls of Scholomance. “To thank you for your hard work and devotion, my master has offered to give you something, one of a kind.”

The newest room was my uncle’s temporary study while he wasn’t busy working out in the fields. It isn’t homey by living standards, but I feel comfortable like this, that the cobwebs, the cracks in the walls, the furniture that has been twisted into darker shapes, this is what home is. There isn’t anything fake, not mask to hide the monster you really are on the inside.

Reaching over my uncle produced a box and held it out to me. Inside was the last thing I expected, it was a stone, a soul stone for something. My confusion must have been readable as he addressed it promptly. “You are going to be asked to do more dangerous things. Go to places that even your training will not be enough for. You need someone. And that, is a devoted member of the void. Someone who will protect you and insure you are not pulled away from our path.”

Touching the stone I feel the entity inside reach out to me. I’ve been proficient with the void since I was a small child. With out it I would be dead. The light couldn’t heal me, but the void had whispered solutions to my sickness and made me stronger with its power. To have an entity as my protector, I always dreamed of such a thing. “Thank you Uncle.” I said utterly humbled by the gift. “Please, tell our Master that I am grateful for his generosity.”

The entity inside was moving, swirling around. Later tonight I will have to summon it and make sure I am strong enough to bind the entity to me. If I die in the attempt, it means I am too weak to have such a blessing. This world that is the rule of it, control, or die. I give my control away on rare occasions, but when it comes to the greater plan, I cannot be swayed. One day I will have my immortality, but-

Deep in my mind I wonder if I would want to be like my uncle. Blue eyes, deathly palor, he is one of the death knights that serve our master. It’s the weaker part of me that worries about this. The boy who was sent away because I was too different to be allowed around the other children. My uncle was the only one to care, the only one to listen to me. He was the one who mentioned immortality first. Since then, while I have been devoted to our cause, I wonder.

Do I want to die for my immortality?

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A Different Man

((Warning, drug use, addiction, and character death below))

“Darsa Fucking Noman.” Called out a lipsing voice from across the room. I was looking at a set of alchemy jars that would cost two years of my wages. I’ve had to make do with rented gear or with my shody set I’ve made for myself. It’s not pretty and it’s not like it’s worth anything, but it’s better than what I had years ago.

The man calling my name is simply called The Ape. Kinda dick bag that lingers around Old Town and hears stuff then sends that heard stuff to people who could use it, of course, for a price. Nothing in this town comes cheap and I’ve learned that the hard way in my over ten years here. There are moments where I stop and think ‘I’ve only been here for over ten years’ but then, that’s more than half of my life right fucking there. But I still remember where i grew up, I remember the monks, the libraries, the way the gardens bloomed in the summer. Stormwind has become my home town, but there’s a place up north, a place that has probably been destroyed by the undead that I still dream about.

The Ape comes out, with heavy assistance from his cane. A few weeks ago someone pushed him off a building, the fact he’s back on his feet means he shelled out a lot of gold to get patched up, as patched up as he can get. Still for being a lowborn cunt, he has made a life where he can pay good gold so he isn’t paralized fully. Trust me, some bumbling gang is probably being killed for that one. I don’t really care, I stay out of the gangs for a reason.

“So, do you have what I asked you for?” The man hobbled up to the counter in the pawn shop and pulled out his all too famous ledger. I’ve been coming to Ape since I first sought out that the kind of work I do is valuable. Who would have thought that the potions the monks asked me to make could also be poison, or even changed slightly and made addictive. It was a shock, but one I’ve cooled down from.

Reaching into my pouch I pulled out a piece of paper and made eye contact with Ape. I know what I’m doing, I think I know what I’m doing. At worst this could mean I wake up in a cold alleyway again. Trust me, I’m not excited by that idea, but luckily it’s still summer and the nights aren’t that cold. When late September hits, that’s when you need to start worrying. “The instructions on how to make it, and the side effects to look out for as well.”

“You know this gang has asked if you want to join them, bunch of drug dealers all trying to skirt past the law. Seems like a good group to get extra protection off of.” The Ape looked at his notes but then back to me. I know I am an intimidating man. Being a tall fucker hasn’t helped, but where I’m tall I’m also thin. I don’t eat well and I tend to be made for moving fast and hard not to take too many hits along the way.

“Look I appreciate it, but groups like that just lead to someone pissing someone off and suddenly you get into the middle of a fucking gang war. Seen enough of that in this shit hole.” I muttered the last two words as I looked over my shoulder and noticed the rain was starting up for the day. That’s something people forget to mention about this place. The rain that likes to come out of nowhere, gotta love that fucking ocean weather. “I was getting paid for this?”

Ape was frowning, I think he was frowning, since his accident I can’t fucking tell. Still his eyes square up to me and he shrugs. That’s a better tell, he knows I can choose as I want, and he turns the ledger over so I can sign. As I scanned the papers, I signed and pushed the book back over to him. “Well, if you need more work, people are normally looking for a cook like you.”

He takes no time to pass me a small bag of silver and a few gold. It’s not the best gig I’ve ever done, but I know the more expensive of gigs I get paid for, the more likely I’m going to be known. I am trying to save up for something better, but that shit takes time, and, it takes knowing what the fuck you’re even saving for. I’ve had a lot of dreams I had to put away. Becoming a monk, becoming one of the city guard, it’s a cycle of looking at a dream then putting it away because I'm me. I’m a Noman, and that means I’m nothing.

Still as I head out of the pawn shop I notice the lights in Old Town are being lit. This is normally the time of night people like me get to work. Pickpocketing is a mainstay of anyone who says they can live on the streets. It used to be my bread and butter while I was getting my lab set up. Now though, now I rarely do it unless I see a good target. Living on the street for too long, I’ve just learned to not take too many up front risks.

Still I have a natural habit of taking only back alley paths. The guards like to harras anyone who looks vaguly criminal and whoever fucking gave birth to me made me look like a fucking criminal. Dark hair, naturally pale skin, grey eyes with this weird reflective bit that’s an oddity. I had a woman ask me if I wanted to sell my eyes to her, told her no even if the money was tempting.

My path through Stormwind isn’t the prettiest, but it lets me see the shit the nobles will hide away. Shit that makes my blood go cold every time I see it. This time… it’s a young man.

I know I’ve seen my fair share of shit. I’ve watched people die. I’ve tried to help give first aid on people who needed a mender but couldn’t afford it. But the shit that gets me is stuff like this. You see. He’s probably around my adopted sister’s age, eighteen and he’s thin. His body his shivering hard against the stone ground and side of a building. I know these shakes, I’ve seen them in the addicts who use the shit I sell. Normally, good quality shit keeps you from having the worst reaction, but when people cut corners, it hits your system like an Orc with anger management issues.

I should walk past him. I know what he’s suffering from. Addiction is a bitch, and it’s one I keep dishing out to people. I’ve never used my own stuff, but I know the chemistry and the alchemy that goes into affecting a system like this. I know, if I didn’t make this drug, some other fucker was going to do it, but they wouldn’t have given a warning. It’s not my fault that other dealers don’t make high quality drugs. But it is my fault in a different way. It would be my fault if he died if I just walked away now.

Deep in my heart, I hear the soft words of my childhood, reminding me I need to keep a soft heart. This world will throw shit at you, but you gotta do some good or the Light would fully leave you. So while I want to leave, to be cold and not deal with this, I crouch down and carefully try to rouse the man.

“Hey mate.” I muttered as I reach out for him.

The young man… fuck he looks more like a boy to me looks up at me in a panic and tries to push away from me. He’s covered in bruises and small cuts. He looked like he walked into a knife fight with just his face.

“It’s okay mate, I swear.” I said again as I try to give him space but I know he needs help. His breathing is erratic, his body is trembling. I’ve seen people like this before and I’m too fucking worried to give voice to what was going on with him. “Can I take you somewhere to get help?”

“N-No. Get the fuck away from me.” He hissed but he was panting. Internally my stomach twisted in nausea as my mind played out what his body was doing. Yeah… I know what this is. He’s either taken a tainted drug, one I used to know as Dragon’s Heart, or he’s been addicted to the stuff for months. Either way… I think I know where this is heading, and I can’t leave him.

“Mate… you need someone to clean your system. The drug in it is… it’s killing you.” I finally said it, and I had to explain how i knew. “I’ve seen this before. Let me get you somewhere safe and we can get you stable.”

But there is something in his eyes I’ve only seen a few times before. There’s a heaviness as I speak, not shock, but like I’m reminding him of something. “I know. Just fuck off.”

The boy is no older than Mal. What could life have done to him to make him want to die? Reaching inside myself my gut instinct rushes to the surface and I lean over and pull him up. He has no energy and while I’m not the strongest man in the world. I can lift his scrawny ass with no problem. “No fucking way mate. You chose the wrong fucking alley to end it all.”

In Old Town there are limited places to go to get medical aid. But I know one place that might surprise people. Rushing as fast as I can with a shaking idiot in my arms I kick open the door to The Pig and Whistle and call out. “REESE, I need your first aid kit and I’ll pay you back for the supplies. We gotta get this kid flushed out.”

Reese doesn’t get me. I’ve been coming to his establishment for years and he doesn’t get how I can rush in and order people around. I know it’s not polite, but I don’t care about polite when I put the kid down on an empty table and start getting potions out. I have limited potions on hand, but I know one of them will clear the shit out of his system.

Just when one of the serving girls came up with the kit I start to search out the boy’s pulse. It’s only then… I know it’s too late. Even with the best intentions, even with the most good I can do. Sometimes things slip through the cracks. This boy, someone I didn’t even know by name, was dead. The dead have this weird look. It’s not graceful, I can tell you that much. His body had stopped shaking, but his eyes were open and I could tell he had been in pain. While his pain was gone… mine just started. With me, my life is a balance of trying to do the good thing to counteract the bad things I’ve done to survive. Sometimes it works well. Other times… I fucking end a man’s life.

I can tell Reese is still at the bar, he doesn’t make a word as I pull away from the nameless boy. Reese, the waitress, and the few seedy patrons know what happened. Finally Reese does speak, but it’s in his normal factual way. “Get on out of here Darsa, no one needs to see you and all your potions around a dead addict. I’ll call the guard and they’ll try to locate his people.”

“Like fuck they will.” I muttered still looking down at the boy. To me he’s a boy, he’ll always be a boy. “They’re gonna put him in a mass grave. If he has people, they won’t know a damn thing.”

“He probably doesn’t have people.” Reese reminded me. How many people in Old Town have a family? I can give you the short answer, few, too few to be the majority. Fel… even I don’t really have people. I was given away to a monastery before I could even say my first words. My parents didn’t want me, the monks had to send me south when the wall in Gilneas was built, and the fuckers of Stormwind took pride to remind me I was not a local. So, Reese is right. I don’t have people like normal folks do, but I do have my family. “Go on, get out of here.”

I feel numb as I leave. The streets are a wash for me as I feel the broken feeling I get when I see death. I’ve seen it enough times mind you. I’ve held men bleeding out. But it always hits me, and I should probably be grateful it never goes away.That’s what keeps me from being one of the predators on the streets.

Through Old Town and into the Dwarven District I find myself on a path that I’m not sure will lead to a good place. But I gotta try. Years ago I met a kid who was trying to be a streetrat. She was good at sneaking around, that is, until I found out the little fucker had a mom who was worried about her. I took that kid by her slightly pointed ear and dragged her back to her mother. There’s just one thing I can’t stand, it’s people who leave their families when they have someone who still loves them.

Coming to a small building I knock on the door and wait. It’s a long shot, but it’s better than going to my shitty place and burying myself in nothing. I don’t want to waste my gold on drinking, and I don’t do drugs. So I’d just beat myself up until I fell asleep, or, I took a leap of faith and see if I did have people.

When the door opened, I always forget how young Marie is. She’s in her late thirties, having been married at a stupidly young age in my opinion. Still she has the look of a woman that would still turn heads if she flaunted it, no wonder she seduced a high elf to leave his family for her. If ever there was a badass, it was her. “Darsa. You look horrible, have you eaten yet today?”

“I did, but you know me.” I lied, though I didn’t eat. I more forgot since I don’t eat much normally. She stepped aside to let me into her home. I can tell much of her home was fit for a different life. One where she was the doting wife of someone wealthier than what she was now. It’s good she lives on this side of town though. In Old Town she would probably be mugged. All her old life was crushed into this small home, but I can tell several Quel’Dorei inspired furnishings and paintings that could still fetch her a pretty silver if she needed quick cash.

“Go ahead and take a seat, I have some stew going. Malura sent a letter yesterday, the night elves are treating her well and are even kind enough to explain some of the High Elf traditions that the Alliance told them about.” Marie walked over to the kitchen and I can smell a rich stew on the stove. She came back in a moment later with the stew and a glass of milk for me. The milk makes me stop as I know I’ve told her it’s one of my favorite things. It’s small, and I wonder at times like this, is this what a family should be like.

Taking the cup and bowl and place it on the small table and sit down. “Thank you.” I said, meaning it as I said it. “I’m glad Mal’s doing well… been missing her. Kinda shit what they did to her.”

“The Alliance is wary that she’ll try to find her father’s family. Since most of them are blood elves, if they survived.” Marie let out a long breath though, like it did eat away at her. “You look horrible.”

I know I could tell her what just happened, but I don't want to. I don’t want to put that on her. So instead I push that down, push down the knowledge I watched a nameless man die. It will haunt me later, but for now, I want to hear something normal. “Finished up a job… I’m going to need to find more work soon, just old town being old town.”

For a long moment she watched me eat. Even if I’m hungry, I take my time. That came from the monks telling me that food should always be savored, even if it’s simple. Thankfully the fish stew isn’t utterly simple and I know I can enjoy the flavors of the herbs she picked. “You need to leave that place.” She finally said. “It’s going to kill you one day.”

It takes a moment of willpower not to think about the boy, so instead I swallow my food hard. “It’s just until I can get a proper lab and good long term pay.”

“Why not an apothecary? They must need an alchemist?” She asked the worry was there though. It was the same worry she had for Mal when she found out her daughter was thinking about stealing from nobles.

“They want someone who’s been apprenticed, I can’t give any credentials.” Most of my learning has come from trial and error, and a lot of error that has almost gotten my gassed out of my lab a few times. “I’ll find a way on my feet. I just.. Wanted to see some family. Shit’s been tough.”

Marie has these almost constantly sympathetic eyes. I’ve seen them become tricksterish when needed, but today, she’s read between my lines and a sadness has grown. “Mal’s room is empty if you want to crash here tonight. It’s late… and the sun will be up in a few hours.”

Even as she said it I noticed the windows were still dark. I know no matter what this shit hole of a city will throw at me, even if anything good I do will never clear up the bad. I know one thing. The people I care about are the only fucking thing that keep me afloat. Without Marie and Malura… I think I’d be a totally different man.

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Doctor Carl Krogen

the basics ––– –

NAME: Carl Krogen

AGE: Late thirties

BIRTHDAY: May 31

RACE: Lordaeronian

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Blond and curly 

EYES: Grey

HEIGHT: 6′0

BUILD: Lithe 

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Some could say he had a wicked smile.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:  He is normally dressed well for a middle class man. But he does normally keep a pin of a black rose attached to his jacket.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION:  Doctor, relic hunter, occultists

HOBBIES:  Singing, dancing, studying the occult, history,

LANGUAGES: Common.

RESIDENCE: Stormwind,

BIRTHPLACE: Lordaeron

RELIGION: None he will admit

PATRON DEITY: None he will admit

FEARS: Death with out everlasting life

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None.

Children: None.

PARENTS: Lucinda and Mathius Krogen (Both dead)

SIBLINGS: Four brothers but their fates are unknown

OTHER RELATIVES:  Uncle Rene (Adopted uncle, unknown)

PETS: None at the moment.

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between/

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Location: Carl is going to be traveling around the human territories and beyond looking for items that will interest those he works for. He is also a major gentleman and will be in any location that will let him learn more about those around him.

RP Style: I’m a relaxed RPer but I do prefer RPing long term things on Discord compared to Tumblr or in game. But I’m normally down for almost anything and Carl has nothing large planned. He’s a character who can either be saved or turned into a horrible monster. I’m down for both or something I haven’t thought of yet.

(( Face Claim: Tom Hiddleston ))

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Quin Tarus

the basics ––– –

NAME: Quin Tarus

AGE: 23

BIRTHDAY: July 14

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Black and short

EYES: Black

HEIGHT: 6′3

BUILD: Trained but lean

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: He doesn’t have anything strange about him physically. Looks like a normal human.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:  He doesn’t wear anything that seems to be of too much interest. Most of his clothing is generic and tends to be stuff that can be easily bought.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION:  Mage, Traveler

HOBBIES:  Cooking, dancing, learning anything he can get his hands on. Reading.

LANGUAGES: Common, Thalassian.

RESIDENCE: Stormwind,

BIRTHPLACE: He won’t say

RELIGION: None

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Being stuck how he is. Seeing the people he is loyal to be thrown aside and hurt even more.

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None.

Children: None.

PARENTS: Anthion Soulshade (Adopted Father, ‘dead’)

SIBLINGS: None that he knows of

OTHER RELATIVES:  None he knows of

PETS: None at the moment.

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between/

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Location: He’s going to be traveling all around the Alliance. So anywhere you want to meet him, he can be there. Being a mage is so handy that way.

RP Style: I’m a relaxed RPer but I do prefer RPing long term things on Discord compared to Tumblr or in game. But I’m normally down for almost anything and Quin is a very flexible character with a lot of backstory that has to be slowly uncovered.

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Darsa Noman

the basics ––– –

NAME: Darsa Noman

AGE: In his twenties, he thinks he’s 24

BIRTHDAY: No idea

RACE: Gilnean Human

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Thick black hair

EYES: Silver eyes

HEIGHT: 6′4

BUILD: Slender lean fighter form

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Darsa’s eyes have a rim of bright silver that is nearly reflective, there isn’t anything magical about it, it’s a quirk from something he doesn't yet know about. He also has a thick Gilnean accent that he bumps up to piss people off.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:  A pouch of potions on his hips and normally a well used journal are two things he can’t be seen with out.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION:  Drug dealer, back street chemist

HOBBIES:  Reading, singing, studying the light. 

LANGUAGES: Common,

RESIDENCE: Stormwind, in some back alley place.

BIRTHPLACE: He thinks Silverpine Forest.

RELIGION: The Light

PATRON DEITY: The Light

FEARS: Being shunted by his adopted family. To be a burden on people.

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None.

Children: None.

PARENTS: He has no idea who his parents are, boy is an orphan

SIBLINGS: None that he knows of

OTHER RELATIVES:  None he knows of

PETS: None at the moment.

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between/

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Located: Darsa is normally in Stormwind. He’s a bit of a street rat and can be found lurking around doing deals and trying to avoid being noticed by the guard. He might go out to Westfall once and a while for work, but normally the city is your best place to pin him down.

RP Style: I am normally a fan of Discord RP, but Mal should make it to events as things pick up. On Discord I tent to be a multi paragraph RPer, but to me it’s just however long I need to write to get out what’s going on. On the whole I’m a chill person and just love to craft stories with people!

(( Face Claim: Richard Armitage)) 

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Malura Brightshard

the basics ––– –

NAME: Malura Brightshard

AGE: 18

BIRTHDAY: October 21

RACE: Half High Elf

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: White, nearly silver

EYES: Bright Blue

HEIGHT: 5′4

BUILD: Surprisingly sturdy for how short she is.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Slightly pointed ears that poke out of her hair, small fangs than a normal elf.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:  A necklace of the light that was crafted by a crafter in Silvermoon.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION:  Ranger

HOBBIES:  Reading, singing, telling stories. She is open to learn new things though

LANGUAGES: Common, Darnassian,

RESIDENCE: Telrdrassil 

BIRTHPLACE: Stormwind

RELIGION: She’s still exploring, but Elune has become a focal point in her life

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Being an outcast forever

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None.

Children: None.

PARENTS: Marie Brightshard (Mother, Alive), Lothian Brightshard (Father, dead)

SIBLINGS: Adopted brother Darsa Noman (Alive and another character)

OTHER RELATIVES:  Helorin Brightshard (Aunt, Missing)

PETS: None at the moment.

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between/

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Normally around: Malura is located in Kalimdor normally. She rarely goes to Stormwind, but might go to Ironforge to visit people. She’s going to be a character you need to meet in the wild or on the rare chance she has made it to the city for something.

RP Style: I am normally a fan of Discord RP, but Mal should make it to events as things pick up. On Discord I tent to be a multi paragraph RPer, but to me it’s just however long I need to write to get out what’s going on. On the whole I’m a chill person and just love to craft stories with people!

((FC: Emilia Clarke as Danearys From Game of Thrones))

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OOC Plans: WoW Classic

Okay because @olivia-lovecraft put up her toons, I have bee holding on my list of Classic variations as well. I’ve been playing Malura since Wrath and it’s kind of fun to turn the clock back and see what her and the rest of my dorks would do. So here’s my list, I might be doing some blogs for them as well, just because I love posting stories and I know I’ll be writing stories for all my characters anyway.

Malura, Living with Night Elves

After the fall of Lordaeron and her father dying in the massacre, Malura got in deep with a number of gangs until the Night Elves came. She still is a half high elf, but the elves felt like she was going to be outcasted and one of them took a shine for her and whisked her away so she didn’t get caught up in human politics. There she learned more about hunting and respecting nature. She has the potential to go anywhere, like she did ten years ago, this time, I want to see what she does!

Darsa, Drugdealer

Darsa is still going to be a rogue and all of his life has basically been the same up until the part where his adopted sister was framed for killing someone. With Mal being off with the night elves Darsa is less volatile and will be more how I originally saw him, a drug dealer with a heart of gold. He’s going to fight falling into a gang, but I do plan on him getting in with the Defias and have a chip on his shoulder against nobles.

Quin, Mage and Spy

Quin was born from an experiment, only instead of it causing him to negate all magic he touched this time it made him stronger with the more magic he was around, making him a perfect mage. Still Dalaran found out that soul magic had been used in his birth and Quin was pushed under a rug hoping he would die and not be found. Anthion still finds him and adopts him, only this time Anthion can find out the truth, Quin is a high elf stuck in a human body. The Magisters of Silvermoon named him an honorary High Elf and he lived there happily until the Scourge came and the Sunwell was destroyed. With the newly named Blood Elves trying to figure out what they were going to do to survive they send Quin (Quintarus as is his elven name) out to the Alliance to see if the people who abandoned the High Elves have any remorse and to see if there can be allies waiting for them.

Carl, Cultist 

I know Carl is one of my ‘new’ characters, but looking at his life I and I decided to pick the darker path for him. This time when he was a boy he was shipped off to live with an estranged ‘uncle’ who was a member of a Cult. Carl is more into the occult this time and has become adept in summoning the void to his cause. What he wants, I don’t even know, but I do know he’s going to be fun to have lurking around, being a charming man who has dark intentions. Of course he’s still going to relic hunt… I’m a sucker for relic hunting, just this time it’s less for money and more for what his Cult is going to want from him.

All in all I am pretty stoked for Classic. I already got three of these names squared away and I keep day dreaming about letting Mal explore the world and be effected by things again. I’m going to put ‘retail’ first, but this is for me to play with all my ‘what ifs’ with other people. If you want to join in on the fun please do. Bloodsail Buccaneers is the RP server and it’s got a lot of people from all over trying to mesh their ideas together.