geraldcreed

[geraldcreed]

Emergence

Two Weeks Ago:

It took Gerald weeks to get into the territory of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Many times he stopped at towns along the way to catch up with those he met on his two year pilgrimage. He learned how the Fourth War ended, the fall of Azshara, and even the vanquishing of the final Old God. True, he heard rumors while on the road, but the fact that so much had happened in the two years he was gone had baffled him. 

Finally, after a heated trip through the Burning Steppes, the pleasant woodland of Redridge came to greet him, but not all was as it seemed. Refugees huddled in the cliff faces, away from prying eyes, hiding whenever they heard movement from below. As he continued on, the Stormwind Guard and a few brave members of a makeshift militia let him pass over the bridge, all while keeping an eye on the hills.

Gerald sped his steed forward, and as he neared the borders of Elwynn, the sounds of battle came to him. The watch tower stood besieged by ghoulish undead, staggering in from the surrounding areas. He wanted to jump in, to help the guard fight of the mob of undead, but he couldn’t bring himself to near the hordes. He gripped the bridle tightly, trying desperately to make a move, any move.

Flashes of the destruction of Easterly assaulted him. The streaming dead, the screams of families, those he could not save. Was this the plague of Easterly, spread to his home? No, it couldn’t have come this far, and the stench of magic was absent from the air. This was a different occurrence. Why have the dead risen again? Gerald gripped his spellblade and drew it from it’s sheath. The runes that danced down the blade glowed a sickening purple.

“Stick close, Gunther.” He mumbled to the child behind him, who he felt grasp firmly onto his cloak.

He spurred his steed forward, charging at the barricades. “Dark rider, four o’clock, charging quickly!” He heard the guards cry out. 

He slashed the air with his sword, whispering incantations. From the blade, gouts of flame lashed out at the dead, alighting some, driving back others. The smell of burning dead filled his nostrils and his mind, as it fought to take him back to the dark place he had been running from for years. He stayed though, slinging fire and shadow from atop his steed at the rampaging ghouls that fought to overtake this choke point. 

There was a reprieve, a stalling of forces for what were maybe precious few minutes. “What happened here?” Gerald called out. 

“No fucking idea. Normal day, then they just...were here. Like they rose from under our feet. I heard it’s worse in Goldshire and Stormwind itself. I couldn’t imagine the dead that roam the streets there. I even hear that the Crusade has been brought in to help.”

The shdaowmancer took a deep intake of breath, steeling himself. “I have to leave you all now, I may still have family in Stormwind. I hope tha--”

“Save it,” A young guard spoke up, “We know what we signed up for. Go make sure your family is safe.”

He paused, and nodded. He spurred his horse down the idyllic forests of Elwynn, where if you didn’t look hard enough, you would think that all was at peace. Goldshire, being so close to Stormwind, was holding it’s own though tentatively. He had to fight to get to the gates of Stormwind, where a vanguard of stalwart iron-clad guards were letting in survivors, and keeping the dead at bay. 

Gerald entered, and all seemed peaceful. There was a woman arguing with a stoic guard who paid her no heed. “What if they’re infected? There’s already a plague in the city, we don’t need it spreading more! Leave them out there, please! I have a family I don’t want getting sick!”

Gerald heard enough and turned from the vanguard. He hadn’t talked to his family for nearly two years. Were they still in the city? Had something happened to them? He could only hope they were safe as he came in to find them.

[geraldcreed]

Soul Shepard

The sound of the lightning storm over the Blasted Lands seemed dim to hooded figure, high on horseback. He was trapped in his own mind, as he had been for so long now. So long now. His vision flashed white as a bolt of lightning cracked just meters from him, effectively snapping him back to reality. His horse bucked from the rush of fear. The figure put his hand on the mane of the mare, whispering into it’s ear. The steed seemed to slow, until it was back to walking as it had been.

“So you think this will be the final stop?” The child asked.

The cloaked figure turned his head slightly over his shoulder. A dark black beard peaked out from under the deep hood. “Perhaps. It’s been a long time. I think we’ve done much, or do you disagree?”

The child, whose clothes seemed as clean as the day they were bought, dangled his feet over the side of the horse. “Let me consult the books here.” The boy reached into a saddle bag and took out a thin leather book. “We’re at...six-hundred and twenty one. I’d say that’s not bad, though I don’t think we have anything to compare it to.”

The adult figure kept silent for a while. A dark wood staff was strapped to the side of the horse slapped gently against the flesh with every step. “A drop in the bucket.” He mumbled

They continued on, though the barren wasteland until they got to a southern swamp. Twisting through the gnarled roots and stagnant waterways, they came upon a mountainous pass. “Get off.” the adult said flatly to the child. “We’re walking on foot from here, Gunther. Hito will be fine right here.”

They made it through the craggy pass, a bitter cold wind buffeting them on the other side. Upon the highest point of the pass they looked out to their destination, and the man finally let his hood down. The pass drifted downwards into what was once a lush green valley, and beyond a city that he once called home. Crumbled. It was the first time in a long time Gerald gazed upon Easterly. The Ruins of Easterly.

The continued on a little more before coming to a wide part of the path. Gerald held out a hand and felt the arcane disturbance he hoped to see. Naked to the eye, the portal of Viridia was still here and intact. He wondered if anyone had used it. Were they all still there? He was tempted to see, but retracted his hand. No, he was a coward, and that is how he left them. The hair on the back of his neck grew tall and he turned his head to see behind him. There stood a spectral form of an elven man in leathers.

“Gerald Creed. I cannot permit you to pass into Easterly at this time.”

Gerald took a step towards him, “You do not understand.” He looked over the elf. “I have come to free them, all of them.”

The elf stood his ground, unmoved. “I do not expect you to understand.”

Gerald clenched his fist. “I know your kind. Woodland watchers, outriders. You were supposed to stop stuff like this from happening in the first place. I’ve waited so long for this. Stand aside. You will thank me when it’s all over.”

“A noble cause. The right thing to do, to someone who cannot see past the veil. I guard this land, along with my brothers, specifically from you, Creed. Will you listen?”

Gerald had grown used to the spirits talking in riddles and being long-winded. This was something he had been thinking about for over a year now, and this spirit better have a good reason for him to reconsider. He waved his hand, “I will listen, for now.”

“Six-hundred and twenty one souls saved. Six-hundred and twenty one birds fly into the heavens. You send them into a fate worse than you know. A deal has been struck. The souls, devoured and trapped within the beast. Stop your crusade now, Gerald. Go back to your people, for the time will come to right the wrong, if you will fly the same path as those you freed. Only when the mouth of the beast is closed will we permit the souls here to find a permanent rest.”

Gerald stood, mouth pursed into a scowl. How could he believe what he was hearing? “If I am interpreting your half-baked monologue correctly...the souls I have worked a year and half to save have instead been damned? By whom? For what purpose?”

The spirit gave one deep nod, but no answers. “Go now, back to your people. Leave the souls here to stay. If you act against this, you will fall by my brother’s and sisters’ blades. It will be your soul damned for an eternity. Deserved or not.”

The spirit faded as quickly as it appeared, leaving Gerald and Gunther on the cliff overlooking Easterly. Hours went by as Gerald considered the words given to him. He looked to the shimmering air that was the portal to Viridia. It seemed to tempt him. 

Go now, back to your people...

Gerald shook his head, stood and started to walk back down the path. “Come, Gunther. We will return here when I can interpret his words better.”

“We rode all the way out here just to head back? Are you kidding me?”

Gerald turned back, “Come or stay, I need to seek my answers among the people. For the first time in a while, we must make haste for Stormwind.”

[geraldcreed]

In Review

(Cause after almost 2 years both of us need it.)

After nearly half a decade working with worgen packs in an attempt to introduce more feral beings into the whole of society, it seemed to Gerald that his job was nearly at an end. With this knowledge he went out in search of another vocation. Thus he was hired into the Waterstreet Detective Agency for a brief period of time. He made a small file for himself before a schism broke the company and sent Gerald back out into the street. 

Just a couple weeks later, a woman by the name of Vinarei approached Gerald, finding his file in the abandoned Waterstreet building. She hired him on as an artifact hunter. Gerald worked closely with Vinarei, her lover Kota, and a young man by the name of Atticus. Through their work they learned that they were cousins, on Gerald’s mother’s side, of whom he knew little about. Atticus, through a stroke of fate, was of the family as well. When the artifact business ran dry, they still kept in close contact. 

Gerald got a letter from his dear cousins urging him to come work with them under another banner: House Draconis. Run by the firm and mysterious Strixena Draconis and her close family, the organization was otherwise an enigma. Gerald, having bitter memories of nobles, but a love of family, reluctantly followed suit. Though family troubles and noble drama, he managed to make a name for himself among the Draconis family. Though this high would not last and would soon drop to harrowing lows.

Vinarei had messed with magics beyond her discipline. She, through outside help, managed to fuse her soul with another: Verlai. A more cold and distant person than Gerald’s cousin. For a time, both souls inhabited the same body, but suddenly, Verlai claimed that Vinarei’s soul had passed on, and that only she remained. A funeral was arranged, and no more was said. Gerald however, did not buy it.

Finding a thief in his home, he would turn to his own research to get to the bottom of Verlai’s plot. He took his would-be robber into a dangerous and forbidden section of Easterly’s woodland, known to be perfectly balanced in the arcane. Gerald released the soul of his old mentor into his captor’s body and trapped them in the forest to examine what would happen if one soul overpowers another. 

His experiment would start a doom for all of Easterly. Gerald would move his experiment to Drustvar, but the damage was already done. The balance of the forest was off, and a plague erupted from it, spreading far and wide. The plague would turn all it touched into mindless husks, and coordinating with this plague, an old enemy of House Draconis would rise and take everything from them. Syler Dominicus, along with an army of undead, swept through Easterly, killing all but a few survivors. Gerald’s grief was all encompassing. 

The survivors shipwrecked on an island that they later named Viridia and Gerald set up a portal network with Stormwind and the outskirts of Easterly. Even with all the turmoil his experiment was a success. One soul cannot force another out of the body, only pack it so tightly away that it can be easily put into a soulstone. A soulstone which Atticus had unwittingly received from Verlai. 

With this last piece, Gerald was ready to bring his cousin back, but by her wishes, Gerald instead released her spirit to a hopeful rest. As for his mentor, he gave her a new body and released her, hoping she would find a new life free of captivity. He tried to find Verlai, to accuse her of taking over Vinarei’s body, but when he caught up to her, she already seemed to be dead. With no other loose strings, Gerald escaped Viridia in the dead of night with his familiar, Gunther, to try and clear his conscience of the horrors he had wrought to House Draconis and his own family. He only hoped to have the chance to do so.

It has been nearly two years since then.

[geraldcreed]

If You’re Wondering...

Hey, I’m still doing well. Haven’t RP’ed my baby boy since May, but I have plans for what he’s been doing...whenever I get around to playing him again *shrug*

Anyways, I’ve been playing a lot of DnD this past year and, as expected, I’ve gotten so attached to my character, Kulric Stoneheart, a dwarf paladin, With that, I’ve made him a tumblr and am currently working on his backstory. 

Once I finish the backstory, I’ll be writing what happens every session. If you’ve been oh so remiss without my average ramblings, give my other tumblr a follow! I try to post fairly regularly, with a lot of stuff already written!

Kulric Stoneheart

[geraldcreed]

I have two people to credit for this amazing work of art of Gerald and his sister Valizz. One is Val herself, who set up everything with the artist and presented this as a gift, and the other goes to @001jestervish100, the actual artist who did this amazing piece. 

Val has been a constant RP partner as Gerry’s sister for at least 7 years, and one of the only people that has stuck around and made stories with. Having art of the two of them together has been long overdue, and I am glad to have her around as a friend!

Make sure to check out her story “New Lands”!

[geraldcreed]

Penance

The moon rose out of the sea, as if a melted puddle was reformed into the cold, dark sky. The shadowmancer exited his hovel, bags in tow. Gunther waddled behind him, keeping pace. He walked briskly through the district to a larger building, carefully pinning an envelope to the door. He looked down at his clefthoof and nodded briefly, walking towards the portal room.

Dearest Ace,

It is with a heavy heart that I must take this cowardly way out. I fear that if I said farewell in person, someone would convince me to stay, but I have not been at peace. Even in this beautiful place, I’ve ached for something else. I have not been able to rest easy with the weight of what I have done to you and your people on my conscience. I am truly sorry. I am leaving tonight to seek a penance that I may never receive, but perhaps in the act of trying, I may finally be able to find some solace. Make no mistake, I will always be part of your Vicari. If you have need of me, have no hesitation to call on my services. If our pursuer should find me out in the world, rest assured that I will remain strong not to let your secrets slip through my lips. And if he may kill me, then may I receive my absolution in death.

Yours Always,

Omen

Gerald Creed

And so he set off, a plan in mind that would not beget forgiveness, but perhaps one that would make him feel more at peace with his actions. There were souls out in the world which could not rest, for one reason or another. As a man who had put thousands of souls into turmoil with a single action, he placed it upon himself to help as many as he could cross over. A new beginning that may take him to his end.

@bwontulak @thevicari

((I may or may not shelve Gerry on WoW for a little bit and focus on other things but I will definitely be posting his adventures on Tumblr. If you DO want to RP with me, hit me up on discord (abracadaniel95#7716) or tumblr and I can hop on Gerry in game, tumblr, or on discord!)

[geraldcreed]

Gerald’s Voice

Bold what applies to your muse, italicize situational ones. Feel free to add your own suggestions and carry it on.

► ACCENT “country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “noble” │ foreign speaker  

Born and raised in by a more so well off family in Gilneas, he picked up on the posh accent rather quickly. After his parent’’s death, however, he slowly began to lose this trait. As of this day it is still detectable if someone is listening for it, but he has taken on more of the Mid-Eastern Kingdoms-esque accent. (Whatever that may be)

► ELOQUENCE educated │ uneducated │ doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words │ just makes up their own words! │ old English │dependent on mood or setting

Gerald went through a couple years of formal education before he fell in with his mentor Lucian. Lucian then taught him history, grammar, and other basic school studies. Most of the time, he chooses to try and sound educated to hide the fact that he is very insecure and wants to make people think he’s more important than he is. He is educated though, and when he does know information about a topic, speaks quickly and eloquently on all matters pertaining to the subject. 

► TONE loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │ gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative

Gerald never speaks out of turn and rarely raises his voice. He chooses instead to speak softly and eloquently with his deeper voice to get his point across and diffuse arguments. He doesn’t usually let his emotions show through unless he is having a private and open conversation with someone. When his temper does rise though, his voice becomes stern and his words short. Having helped lead packs and other groups alike in the past has bolstered his confidence in this area.

► HABITS refers to self in third person │ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children │ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others

If anyone has seen Gerald around his familiar, they would know that animals are he weakness. Children, not so much as he doesn’t understand how to communicate with them effectively. He basically just uses his adult voice with simpler vocabulary, which almost makes him seem comical to anyone watching. He’s not the best liar, but it really depends on who he is lying to and how much the lie can affect his life. No matter what though, he is respectful to most people, until they give him a reason not to be.

► VOICE REFERENCE

I never really thought of it and am currently too worn out to try and think of one. I’ll leave that up to audience interpretation.

This is very late.

tagged by: @bwontulak 

[geraldcreed]

Led by one of the best guild leaders out there and supported by some of the beat rpers I'ce had the pleasure of playing with. Join us.

DON’T TAKE IT PERSONALLY.

THE LAW was created to serve and to protect its makers, rewarding those that enforced it with an inkling of false power. But society is not made up of the powerful or the rich alone ––– it is built upon the backbone of those often overlooked, cast aside because they’ve neither titles before their name nor lands beneath their claim. And yet, the world quietly spins about its axis, always taking care of and praising the UPPER CLASS.

It’s time for a CHANGE, don’t you think?

THE VICARI is a discreet syndicate located on US-Wyrmrest Accord (Alliance) that is composed of a group of survivalists with questionable morals and a criminal mindset who have, for better or for worse, been forced to face the truth of their nature.

While our characters may frequently work around, and even against, the law in a revolutionary sense, our focus is simple: we seek to delve deep into the psyche of our creations, pushing our characters to their limits by way of developments and progression that may shape them or, consequently, break them.

Ultimately, our story is one of adaptation and survival; it is one of second chances, of found family, and of renewed hope. The weak-willed will be the first to fall, surely – but where there is purpose to get back up, there is reason to keep moving forward.

Rumor has it that there are people who have seen corruption for what it is, and have taken it upon themselves to provide for those so wrongfully deemed LESSER through whatever means necessary. They walk among us, artfully hidden amidst a crowd that’d never pay them any mind, and trim the trees of the rotten fruit in the shadow of the night.

The rumors of the underground say, too, that a meeting can be arranged with them ––– one need only go below the capital, enter the Brawlpub, and ask the bartender for a whiskey neat with a cherry on top. What comes next is anyone’s guess.

Be forewarned, though; if you are not ready to face the truth, the only thing you might find is a TARGET on your BACK.

   RECRUITMENT STATUS: OPEN [ INFORMATION ] • [ RULES ] • [ APPLICATION ]

[geraldcreed]

Tribulations of Gerald Creed

Part 1

OOC Note: This is going to be a series of short stories that took place in Gerald / Omen’s past that have a direct hand into shaping him into who he is today. The point of these is to create a deeper understanding of him and perhaps to create more meaningful RP connections.

Four years ago

For once, they were together. He had just wished that they were not here, on the front lines. The sky split as a crack of lightning burst overhead, the combatants on the ground doing their best to push the orcish Iron Horde back through the Dark Portal. There, in the midst of the various heroes fought a tightly knit group.

Hydrahlinus, the patriarch of the family, determined to see them succeed.

Caspian, the honor bound elder. A stalwart and loyal man.

Calcifur, A bulwark, the great wall. Brutish yet protecting.

Allijay, the sweet one, cares for family above all else. An excellent engineer.

Logan, Allijay’s husband. A brother to all those in the family.

Vallizz, talented assassin and engineer. Survivalist.

Gerald, smart and cautious, the lone magic user.

The Creed family fought well against the brutes, watched each others backs, and lent their aid when it was needed. The two eldest, Sir Caspian and Hydrahlinus, barked orders as the next generation followed. A well oiled machine, striking down one after the other.

The tide ebbed and the command was received to charge. The proud Hydrahlinus led their vanguard into the enemy territory, but as Tanaan opened it’s toothy maw before them, doubt stabbed into their hearts. The war machines of the Iron Horde were far more sophisticated than expected and the masses rallied against them.

Yet still, Hydrahlinus charged forth into the throng of bodies, his family close behind. 

Steel and gunshots, daggers and fire, leaped far into the air as neither side gained ground. Still, the unforgiving climate of the jungle wore them thin. Not the orcs though, as they were fueled by bloodlust and honor. Gerald, hair mashed across his forehead, looked up to see himself parted from his family. Swiftly, he sought higher ground, but the bodies closed in, pushing him farther and farther away. 

A voice pierced though the roars and bloody screams. The voice full of anxiousness. Of worry. “Everyone, with me!”

Gerald saw them then. The Archmage leading a group away from the battle and there, trailing in the back, a limping and injured Hydrahlinus. 

He was retreating

The family isn’t with him.

A rage filled Gerald veins as he pushed and slashed through flesh to get to him. Before he could make it a fraction of the way, the Iron Horde closed the gaps. This was it.

I will die on a foreign planet, without my family.

 “What the fuck are you doing?!”

He was dragged through the crowd by his arm, his eyes kept on where Hydrahlinus disappeared to. When he finally saw who was pulling his hand, a little solace was received. It was his cousin, Allijay. They broke through the ranks and into the open. Both bloodied, they kept running and turned to survey the field. 

The portal was crumbling. The jungle floor was a bloodbath of both sides. Regardless the orcs continued to cut down the last remaining members of the vanguard or take captives. 

“Look...LOGAN! DAD!” Allijay started to scream before Gerald forced her down to the ground. There were two bodies slung across a couple of the orc’s backs. They were broken, near death. Caspian Creed and Logan Lockley.

There was no sign of Gerald’s sister Val or Allijay’s brother Calcifur. Hydrahlinus had left them for dead. “We need to go,” Gerald said as they started to scramble away towards the coast. “I can create a nether portal. I have no idea where it will go, but it’ll take us anywhere other than here.”

With an unceremonious ritual, the two cousins stepped through the portal and into the unknown wastes of Dreanor. Alone.

[geraldcreed]

“I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You (via books-n-quotes)

[geraldcreed]

Knowing Omen

first rule: Tag nine muses you would like to know better!

second rule: Bold the statements that are true for your muse ( italics for situational/verse dependent )

appearance.

I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces

personality.

I love meeting new people. People tell me that I’m funny. Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me. I enjoy physical challenges. I enjoy mental challenges. I’m playfully rude with people I know well. I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it. There is something I would change about my personality.

ability.

I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping I’m a fast runner. I can draw well. I have a good memory. I’m good at doing math in my head. I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute. I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling. I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch. I know how to throw a proper punch.

hobbies.

I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts

experiences.

I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have read an entire book in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country/Planet/Galaxy/Universe I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

relationships.

I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

my life.

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together [in death] I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share(d) my room with someone

random.

I have break-danced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages

Tagged by @latildarommel and @celestare

Tagging: @bwontulak @claret-chorus @eilitheduskbringer @sivanawra @argent-guardian and four other people that I would tag if I knew of four more off the top of my head.

[geraldcreed]

Gerald’s Colors

Indigo and Gray:

What is says about you: You are an elegant person. You appreciate cities, technology, and other great things people have created. You depend on modern technology and may feel uncomfortable without it. Friends count on you for being honest and insightful.

Only thing I disagree with is “You depend on modern technology and may feel uncomfortable without it”))

Tagged by @latildarommel

Tagging: Anyone who hasn’t done it already, since I’m so late.

[geraldcreed]

Careful Planning.

“You wear a mask even in your own home? Everywhere ya go? Seems a bit odd o’ ya.” Clyde wondered aloud to Omen in his Westfall drawl. 

“For good reason, I assure you.” The man said as he brought Clyde a cup of tea. “The less people know, the better. Have you decided if you’re heading back to Stormwind yet?”

The Westfallan looked down at the tea quizzically. No doubt he wished it was some strong swill instead. “Well, if you don’t mind, I think I may take some time here, maybe help you all out. I could probably use some time away from everythin’ and get myself back in workin’ order. I got a big job to do when I get back to civilization anyways.”

Omen cocked his head to one side, “What might that be?”

Clyde reached into his old pants pocket, “I found this in the hive. I know who it belongs to, and I am meanin’ to give it back to ‘im.”

He placed a ring on the table, dark in color with a familiar gemstone. Carefully, Omen picked it up and looked it over. It was dirty, but he knew the ring well. “Whose is it?” He asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Feller named Gerald. He came with me and the group to Silithus to figure out what that big sword thing was. Seemed kinda nerdy, dweeb-y guy.” He chuckled, “Good man though, I think he’d like to have it back.”

Omen squeezed it in his hand before putting it back on the table, “Right, well, good luck finding him. I hope you do, I am sure he’d enjoy having it back.” 

He was tempted to take it for himself, to have his keepsake back, but he could not reveal himself yet. “That does not seem like that big of a task though.”

“Oh naw, it isn’t. See after that I’m gonna recruit him and together we are gonna kill Horace Jinklestein.” He explained rather calmly, taking a gentle sip of tea. 

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Bastard sends us out there without telling us, practically a suicide mission. Collected a chunk of Azerite too, and that man can’t hold that much power. Who knows what he’s doing with it right now?”

Omen had experiences with Horace. The gnome was there when his cousin Logan was imprisoned, and Horace and Gerald had  nice adventure in Pandaria seeking ancient mogu treasure. Horace was troublesome and selfish, putting himself above everyone else’s safety. He was bound to kill someone, but he could also be used as a pawn if played correctly. “Well, in the meantime make yourself at home and gain strength. Ask the others about odd jobs, but be warned...”

He leaned over the table, “If they suspect you of anything untrustworthy, they will not hesitate to kill you.” Omen stared at the man as he sipped his tea.

Of course he trusted Clyde, but a little fear goes a long way.

[geraldcreed]

Establishing Connection

A single gust of wind from the man’s mouth sent a cloud of dust spraying into the air. He brushed off the rest of the dust on the table and laid down a parchment. With a flick of a quill he set out crunching some numbers. With a few minutes passed, he stood straight and extended his arms to crack his wrists. “Wish I were still a mage, this would be a whole lot easier.” He mumbled to himself.

He took out his diving rod, a device that has helped him pinpoint ley lines in the past. He held his arms out straight and the rods further out. Immediately they crossed in the room he was living in. “Huh.” He pondered, did he get lucky immediately? He walked out of his house and down the sandy, islander road and pulling out the divining rods again. 

Crossed.

He tried a few more times in different areas of the nearby island, all of them turned up with crossed rods. Gerald slowly sauntered back to town confused, but relieved that his job seemed so simple. He entered an abandoned building near the center of town, the perfect place to build an entrance to the mainland. Carefully, he inscribed the rune on the ground, stepped back and raised his hands. Reciting an age old incantation, he opened a door to the nether, and hoped to reach Stormwind on the other side.

Both luckily and oddly enough, something on the island was emanating enough magic to act as a conduit for the portal to stay open, there were no ley lines needed at this point and time. Omen focused on the destination and forced it into the nether. It parted and on the other side was a dark abyss. He reached his arm through, and upon bringing it back, found it soaking wet. Then the whispers came. a deep voice coming from the depths. It crept into his mind, but before it could take hold he shut down the connection, fearful for whatever he tapped into.

He tried once more, reciting the same verses, and tried harder to establish the connection he wanted. Nether portals were far less reliable than a regular mage’s, to be sure, but if he could just find the right spot, it should be safe enough. The second location opened up, it was dark but dimly lit, the smell of mold and dirt crept into his nose. Familiar chattering could be heard, like those of insects. Before he could close and retry, a figure came out of the darkness, sprinting towards the portal. It was humanoid in shape. but out of fear, Omen began to close the connection. It was too late though as a figure jumped through, landing with a meaty thud on the sand covered floor.

Omen drew his weapon and pointed it directly at the panting man. He was disheveled, emaciated, and filth covered. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Was all the man could mutter.

Omen pushed him over with his boot to see his face. A matted and grizzled face looked up at him, his green eyes sunken in. He recognized it, he thought this one was dead. “Clyde?” Omen whispered, putting away his weapon.

“I don’t know how you know me, but thank you. I’ve been in that hive for a year. A YEAR! They just...left me, forgot about me. Where am I?”

Omen sighed, he had been in the party that left him in Silithus. Clyde distracted the Silithid so the rest could get away. How he survived was a mystery. “An island. We don’t know where. Give me one moment. Rest.”

Gerald looked back to the rune, held his hands out and for the third time started the incantation. He hoped this time would be the last. To his relief, the familiar spires of Stormwind came into view, though hazy. It seemed like the exit was on the cliffs above the city. “Home,” came a hoarse voice behind him. “Just like that, I can go home.”

“If you want to.” Explained Omen. “You can choose, but so far it is safe here, if you pull your weight once you heal, you could stay. No need to make the decision now.” He paused, looking down at the frail man. He used to be so fit and healthy. “Come, let’s get you patched up.”

Omen carried Clyde to his home, fed him what remnants of food he had, and made him rest. It was the least he could do for leaving him alone for that long.

But they were free now, free to come and go.

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[geraldcreed]

Hey All Y’all

Taking an OOC moment here to promote a close friend of mine who is writing a novel on her character. As another person writing extensively on their character, I know how difficult it can be without any feedback. Her story takes place between the events of Legion and BfA.

I encourage everyone to take a look at their first chapter and comment any praise or constructive criticism. Help your fellow writer out, friends!

This is the link to the Deviant Art that they’re hosting their story, New Lands, on.

Thank you in advance!

[geraldcreed]

Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs

Y'know, just in case I feel the need to bust some heads.

[geraldcreed]

Not all character development is positive. Characters can, and in my opinion, should, develop both negative and positive traits throughout the course of their story. As the story goes, they shouldn’t be perfected, they’re people, not artpieces, and so there shouldn’t be a stage where they’ve improved/changed exclusively for the better, to the point where they have no negative traits at all.