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The girl’s coming with me. I’d suggest not standing in our way.

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The Bloody Drunken Guard

Darkshore wore hard upon those of the Crimson Guard, their Commander, Thadwyl Longclaw seeing it fit to give them a night of reprieve. He took them to the Golden Keg and bought them rounds and rounds of ale and mead. They drank and they drank to their hearts content. Amy sang songs and danced with both Jaleor and Malgus, though Jale was a most unwilling participate to her staggering ballroom antics. She even found herself staring and admiring her reflection in the glare of Jale’s bald head, getting a good few flexes in.

By the end of it Ruby Riddletwist had passed out and after all the antics were over, Amy simply looked at everyone and said, “I’m takin’ this home with me.” She flopped the gnome on her shoulder, walking right by her horse and leaving it tied to the establishment as she shambled her way merrily back to Elwynn.

She sang the whole way, though dropped the passed out gnome several times without the little lass stirring even once. “Fuck this shit...” Amy huffed out as she stared at the gnome laying on the ground the last time she dropped her. They were nearing the cabin Amy called home and so the worgen shifted, getting down on all fours and gently dragging Ruby by a pigtail the rest of the way.

Normally Amy brought other people to her house to continue her fun in her bedroom, but tonight was different. Ruby was a friend and someone she loved and cared for. So, it was only suitable she properly take care of the tiny platinum haired spitfire. 

Staggering towards her bedroom, Amy pulled out the first drawer she got too, which was her underwear collection drawer; her trophy case. There were men’s and women’s undies alike within it. Gently she lay the gnome down in the drawer, pulling up a piece of cloth her drunken mind considered a blanket. That cloth must’ve came from a husky shaped man, Amy staring at the ‘blanket’ and getting a bit of a memory of an older man in his fifties with a smooth smile and cheap tricks up his sleeve, registering the memory to be Gilbert Ashbourne. Either way, Gilbert’s undergarments were Ruby’s cover for the night.

With a sudden shift back into her human form, Amy’s hazed mind and drunken body fell into her bed, still wearing her House Ludlow uniform.

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Desolation Comes Upon the Sky

Blood and ash matted the fur of the Worgen as she lead her group to what safety they could find, being the first to head on into enemy attacks as they came. The Crimson Guard had been tasked with gathering intel on what the attack on Darkshore was for, and why it had come to fruition and if Stormwind was in any danger, or their own home of Elwynn. It was soon they found out that it was Azerite tha fueled the war, and Darnassus was where the Alliance wished to use for its main hub of transport for the Eastern Kingdoms. Amy was proud of that intelligence. Ruby was proving herself to be a valuable Crimson Shade, indeed. Pride, however, would have to wait. They had to get home alive, all the while giving reports to their Commander Thadwyl Longclaw back home over their communication devices.

“FALL BACK! FALL BACK!” she heard the booming voices of faction leaders of the Kaldorei boom out. It was the first time she had heard Malfurion’s voice herself, and saw him if only from a great distance. “Ya heard ‘em, lads and lasses! Fall back to Lor’danel! We take the fight there and do our best to keep them from breachin’ the shores and gettin’ to Darnassus!” Amy ordered, taking on the role of leader on their rag tag band of soldiers, which, was very few. Ruby nodded, “Whateva’s ya say, Amy.” The gnome gave no contest and followed, as did Malgus, “Aye, Brandtford! I’ll light up the basterds whenever they come tae us!” the dwarf called out with a laugh that both disturbed her and bolstered her senses. 

One week later....

The group couldn’t believe their eyes, and for once, all was silent among them. There was no witty jokes, no idle banter among friends and comrades. Only silence enraptured them. 

Fire was everywhere and they had no idea how they would get out of Darnassus alive. Amy for once, closed her eyes as tears coursed over the fur of her face, opening them as she put down her weapons, those eyes moving out to peer over the face of the guard she lead here. “Crimson Guard. The fight is over here, now is time we aid in another way. I want you all to gather as many people as you can and lead them to safety out of this place. Darnassus is lost and we must get as many out as we can. Teams of two! Go NOW!” With that she tugged on Ruby’s shoulder giving her a smirk. “You’re with me, Shortshanks.” The ash covered face of the gnome nodded with a gold toothed grin. “You got it, sugahs.” Even the tone of the gnome seemed a bit weary and broken and it pained the heart of the strong Worgen. So then, they set out in the flames of Darnassus, putting out fires as they could and leading its citizens to evacuation points along with the rest of the Alliance support stationed here.

“Elune and Goldrinn... keep us safe.” Amy prayed quietly to herself as she and Ruby worked tirelessly as she was sure that Jaleor and Malgus was  as well. Their next moment gathered as one would be in Stormwind, and she could only hope with the faith she had in her deities that they all made it out together and alive. “If we die tonight, my friend...” she looked down at Ruby. “Then we die together. I will not leave you at any point.” she assured the gnome as she bit back a sob at the devastation, coughing from all the smoke. Ruby just chuckled, shaking her head as she continued to work. “We ain’t dyin’, sugahs.. We’s too important now.” the gnome replied with her usual snark and renewed confidence. To that Amy just snorted a laugh and worked all the harder.

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A Letter in Haste.

(( Mentions of spoilers below the cut for the new quests and story going on! ))

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Hey Alliance Players

Don’t be jerks.

Horde players play for aesthetics, storylines, roleplay, friends, and all sorts of reasons.

It isn’t their fault Blizzard has once again railroaded them into accepting orders from a villainous warmonger. It isn’t their fault Blizzard ignores their own story progression, characterization, and basic common logic to keep up suspension of disbelief to have Big Cinematic Moments to justify forcing the continuing faction war and IC hostility.

That hostility, despite what silly commercials tell you, should not extend out of game and character. Show some sympathy for people feeling upset their chosen faction is being screwed by story they cannot control yet again, and be annoyed by writing choices that do not deliver on the promises of “morally grey” and choices.

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What is Lost Will Always Be Found

Two nights ago (Saturday)…

Sprankles hadn’t been feeling that great, feeling as if she were coming down with a terrible cold. That didn’t stop her however from getting ready and attending Brewfest and serving some wine until it became too much and her fever too high to go on. 

So, along with her wine bot S.I.W.D. she headed towards a familiar homestead in Elwynn, one that she use to know very well. After all, it use to belong to her before she gifted it to her best friend in the entire world, Kendra Gallows. Ironforge was just too far of a travel for her to make, you see, coughing and sneezing every few minutes and shivering down to her bone, though the temperatures were quite summery still.

Not even a knock was given as she reached up and twisted a locked door knob. She simply gave it a flat look and pulled out a screwdriver from her pocket and began taking the knob off completely. Once the task was done she headed inside and was greeted with the wonderful smell of chicken soup.  No word was said as she drug herself and her wine bot to the kitchen, pushing a stool next to the stove where Kendra herself stood, just staring at Sprankles wide eyed and full of disbelief.  Completely flabbergasted the hangman’s daughter just threw her hands up, “Fuckin’ great! Another unwanted house guest!” She huffed out and continued to watch the gnome with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot as Sprankles made herself a bowl of soup and nasally ordered S.I.W.D to dispense her a paper cup full of the Red Fox that was cased in its reserves. 

Tip tapping, the gnome’s feet carried her to the table where she sat across another familiar face who was eerily silent and wide eyed. “Oh, hi, Amelia.” she greeted nonchalantly, shoving a bite of the soup in her mouth before her own eyes widened. She suddenly spat out the soup everywhere, half choking on the rest as she took in the sight of the missing hand-maiden completely. She even shoved her goggles up off her eyes and rubbed at them before putting them back on “Hooooly smokes!” she muttered out, Kendra cursing at her spitting out her soup mere background noise at the moment. “The guard’s been lookin’ all over for ya, Amelia? I..  have to let them know!”

With haste she shoved more soup down her gullet and drank down the cup of wine she served herself, plucking her comm off her belt and screaming into it then coughing loudly afterwards. “I FOUND HER! GUYS, I FOUND HER! Amelia is at my old house in Elwynn and I don’t know why! BUT SHE IS ALIVE AND SHE IS SAFE!” 

It didn’t look as if Kendra nor Amelia knew how to react to the gnome at the moment.

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Twitter!

Okay, so I started a twitter and I do not know anything at all about it. But you can find me over there too now! @ASprankles is what you’re going to be looking for or Sprankadoodles!

@art-unity 

Reblogs of this announcement would be greatly appreciated, and once I get finished with my give-away stuff I’ve already promised, I might even have a give-away over there!

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Sweat poured down the face of the warrior as she rose up from her training mat, reaching for her communicator on her nightstand by her bed. “Oi’, comin’ in loud an’ clea’, luv. Jus’ took me a momen’ to get to it. Wot’s goin’ on?” Amy responded as her brows began to knit, hearing the desperation in the woman’s voice. “Somethin’ happen, ay?” 

The hair on her arms started to stand up and she began to feel the tension coming from the other end of the comm, causing her breath to accelerate more than it was already. She felt she waited on pins and needles for a reply to come through.

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Word From Her - Part II

(Part I)

As soon as the front door closed, Amelia’s heart sank. She could hear Velma over the coms talking to Gilbert on a private channel and urging him to stop Elizebella from venturing alone. “She’s angry Gil and she’s not thinkin straight. She’s headed into Duskwood alone and you know as well as I what could happen.” 

It wasn’t long after, Gilbert reported that Lady Ludlow refused his assistance and refused to be escorted. “She’s got six of my best hounds on her flank, but if trouble arises, I can’t rightly say what’ll happen, Vel.” Velma sighed, “She’s as mule-headed as her father was. We gotta alert folks before somethin’ happens; It’s nearly sundown.”

The handmaiden grew more nervous by the second, knowing that time was of the essence. She had no time to consult, no time to think, and felt she only had time to react. Amelia looked to Velma with red shining in her silvery eyes, “I have ta go!” Velma opened her mouth to speak, but it was too late. Amelia shifted as she ran out of the front door, leaving it swinging wide open. 

Velma turned the knob on her communicator and put it up to her lips, “Can anybody hear me out there?” She sat down in the chair listening to the light static, hoping to hear another voice come in on the other end. Nothing came through and she sat the com down, worried out of her mind. “Oh, Light.”

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A gnomish projector displays a short clip upon the outside wall of the Ludlow Headquarters with soft music chiming along. It loops over and over from dark until nine tolls of the evening bell nearly every night.

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Amy strolled up not but moments later, giving a mock salute off the top of her head. “Evenin’, ladies!” she chimed out happily, coming to stand beside of Izzara with a wide grin. “How’d ya like your first day o’ trainin’, luv? Hope it wusn’t too much to take in. Though with legs like yours - an’ no.. I don’t mean it like that - they look fockin’ strong.. But I’d wager you could take a lo’ more than the Commanda’ threw at us, aye?” She chuckled softly, pulling out a cigar from a pouch at her side as well her matchbook. She struck the vice alight as vanilla scented smoke wafted through the area. “Any o’ you smoke? I wouldn’t mind sharin’. S’good quality too. I don’ fock aroun’ with the cheap shit.”

Izzara sat perched upon the rooftop of the Ludlow Vineyard headquarters in Stormwind City proper. Looking down at her cup of steeping tea, she played with the tea bag a bit causing the smell of mint to permeate the air around her. Looking up from the cup after taking a sip, a slow smile crossed her lips as she watched some of her fellow guardsman show up for the day. How did she get here? She had nothing in common with any of this. A Kaldorei druidess of the wilds, and suddenly a healer for a family and cause she hadn’t known a thing about until prior to her being hired. Her curiosity always seemed to land her in difficult situations, but this time seemed different. She had a good feeling, after all, it wasn’t the cause that had attracted her. It was the people behind it. They were warm and caring creatures of all races and they embraced her fully like family. Family, that was always a difficult subject but she was happy to find it elsewhere, and perhaps she had found it within the ranks of the Ludlow Vineyards. After Izzara finished off her tea, on nimble legs she hopped down from the low roof and greeted the day with a smile, “Good morning everyone…” 

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Runaway - Part I

“She’s gotta go, Boss. The broad knows too much and I says we can’t trusts her ta keep her trap closed.” Ruby’s eye widened, peeking through the crack in the door of a hidden room built into the back of the shack. “I tolds yas ta keep her busy!” A green hand lifted to scratch his head, “We tried boss, but ya knows Ruby. She can’t keep her nose outta nuttin.” Pink hair beneath a black hat suddenly blocked the gnome’s view, causing her to topple backwards making a racket. “Ay! Who’s out there?!”  was shouted from inside the shack. Ruby jumped up with her eye wide and took off with her feet stumbling over what felt like every board along the docks of the bay. “It’s Ruby, boss!” The gnome sat at his desk with his feet propped up on the desk, knocking over a couple of stacks of gold coins, “Get rid ov her.” Six sets of feet hustled to make it after the gnome, “And it betta not be messy!” The door slammed shut, “You got it, boss!” Gripping his cigar between his teeth the boss mumbled, “We coulda been togethah forevah, but yas juss couldn’t let it rest, could yas?” The gnome coughed a bit, snuffing out his cigar in a heavy ashtray and downed the rest of his whiskey. He exhaled a satisfied breath as the amber liquid burned his throat and mumbled, “I’m gonna miss ya, toots.”

Ruby ran to her mechanostrider as fast as her short legs could carry her. Shouting could be heard as the group trailed close behind her on foot, “Ruby, yas get back here! We ain’t gonna hurts ya, we promise!” She wasted not another moment and cranked over the engine of her mechanical ride with smoke belching out of the exhaust pipes. 

The gnome tossed her eye patch off, leaving it on the trail. She was out of sight by the time the made it out of Booty Bay. A green hand gripped the eye patch and the goblin barked out an order, “Find her befores the boss has all our heads for this.” He narrowed his eyes as the crew hoped on their trikes and took off, watching the glowing taillights vanish in the dust.

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(Part of Ruby’s backstory)

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Dreri´s 5k GIVEAWAY

Hey guys! Cant believe theres 5k of you already. 

I want to say thank you to you all for following me and supporting what i do, it means a lot  ❤

Im going to celebrate this milestone by giving away two headshots of any OC, character, real life people, whatever you like.

To participate in the giveaway, you must reblog this and follow me. Thats it.

Will be announcing the winners June 29. Good luck!  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

Mkay.

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Exactly.

Not every character needs to be in a romantic relationship reblog if you agree