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Night Residents by Denis Zhbankov

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Heavy Burdens

| The pictures used below are only for reference to the characters appearances and were not created by me! Full credit to the amazing artists who worked on them. |

Two flames danced, trapped within the confines of lanterns; illuminating the dark and rocky textured walls of a cave. Their light caught a reflective surface and sent a dazzling silver light across the open space, and over the face of a restless Kaldorei. Jamai lounged in the dark where the fires hadn’t completely touched, one leg extended out while the other bent at the knee. In her right hand, she held a necklace that dangled off the tip of one finger. A crescent moon cupping a beautiful blue crystal attached to the silver bail: a pendant of Elune. It was soaked in dried blood and still smelled heavily of such but that blood did not completely cover the words engraved on the back: 

“Know that I am always watching over you and praying for your safety. -L.S.

Jamai had been troubled by this item and the events that lead to the collection of it. The scene only replayed in her head a thousand times by now. Flashes with every blink. They had set the rendezvous, but the meeting parties were ambushed by corrupt members of the Order. She had been knocked down from behind and by the time she had risen the threat had already been dealt with, but not without casualties. 

Devine Shadewalker, a traitor who infiltrated the opposite party and ensured they were being followed while dismissing any claims of such. He set up the ambush perfectly but lost his life in the end.

Telathaan Ravenweaver, the commander of the opposite party. He was one of Jamai’s trusted and faithful Moirai, stabbed fatally in the back by Devine with a deadly toxin that could not be purged from his system before it was too late. He died believing he had failed his Commander…

Merael Starshadow, the youngest of the group and slightly undertrained. He was only an Agent but was well on his way to achieving the rank and title of an esteemed Moirai. His reward for serving Jamai faithfully was a rapier driven through his throat.

She did not mourn the loss of Devine but instead cursed his spirit spitefully for what he had done. Despite once knowing him, she didn’t have the time to waste questioning his motives and actions. He was the downfall of respected and cared for companions such as Telathaan and Merael.

“Failure…” Jamai muttered out to no one but herself, lowering the pendant down into her lap that was only covered by baggy cloth pants. Will their deaths be in vain? Will I ever face who gave this necklace to Merael? Have I failed them? These were all questions she asked herself but only time would answer. For now, all she could muster out in return was a sigh as an air of melancholy surrounded the corner of the unfinished room she had claimed within the Sanctum.

Death was not new to the Veil of Ouroboros, nor was it to her, but that didn’t take away the feeling of watching someone die. In this case, she witnessed many losses of life and now carried an even heavier weight upon her shoulders because their defeat was her fault. Why didn’t I sense them coming? Why didn’t I listen to Risarevaen? “Maybe I’m just getting too old for this…” More words were spoken quietly as she thought aloud, rough fingers rubbing against the blood-soaked necklace. Blackened eyes shifted to the side where her own possession from a time long gone sat with a shut lid. A wooden music box with a crack running through the front. The color had all since but faded at this point and left it bland, but it still played the same lullaby she heard as a child. Jamai would open it, and look at the small compartment within that had other pieces of jewelry lying in wait. She’d deposit the necklace inside, then stare at nothing for some time. Eventually leaning forward to snuff out of the flames of the lanterns and leave her in the dark. It was up to her now to ensure they were not forgotten… and that all the traitors suffer for what they are doing.

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OOC- Warning to Crime GMs, and really everyone

I hate making call outs, but since people are resorting to disgusting OOC tactics and going on with a facist-esque manifesto about intents for Wyrmrest Accord here we go… Yes, I’m talking about Selvatore Melrony. 

We already know that Melrony Crime Family is scummy, and that Selvatore ERPs with minors IE this and the additions here. So l will not be rehashing that here. In short: Shane O’Connell came to me (said he didn’t care to remain anon) and told me that Selvatore hired him and a friend of his to OOCly destroy @deadsunharbor and another crime guild. 

Mind you. I’ve never interacted with Melrony, because I’ve seen the screenshots. But he decided that I was aligned with a woman who has interacted very little with Dead Sun, named Trixie. So, down to the meat, in the following ‘Samurai Kingpin’ is Selvatore: 

Premptive harrassment, he doesn’t know us but he’s more than willing to pay to get us off the server.  He also talks about us wanting to take him out? Melrony, you misunderstand– you’re just not on my radar.

Basically Stalking, this is baby stuff compared to the rest of it- but Sel’s been keeping tabs on DSH, for– what I can only infer is to see how easy it would be to decimate our membership. 

Slut Shaming, again Trixie has had minimal involvement with DSH– but what she has– has always been polite. Also, it’s just not okay to talk about women this way; or anyone for that matter.

OOC Destruction, No holds barred, meaning he wanted Shane and his friend to troll us oocly. The redacted mentions another guild which I don’t want to drag into this as I’ve not spoken to them.

And paying for it with gold

Here’s him sending it.

And it being received

For what purpose? Some ‘regime’, which if that doesn’t scream nazis, I don’t know what does. 

Now, speaking as someone that has been on this server for a hot ass minute, no. We don’t want you and your ‘Total Regime’. We don’t want your toxicity– your pedophilia– or whatever new virtual-world order you’re trying to bring about. No thanks.  Quick note: While Shane did accept the gold, he did not, nor did his friend participate in actually harassing any guilds. They came to me and the other guilds who were targeted with these screenshots. 

Dead Sun Harbor is officially black listing Selvatore and his guild. Crime GMs look out for paid plants. Melrony, kiss my Kaldorei ass. 

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Blood Angel by saeed farhangian

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“The Dog who Swallows Millions” by Dimitar Ivanov

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Updates and New Stuff!

We are officially three years old!!!!

We passed our birthday a while back, but we’ve been extra busy with new members and plot lines! Thank you so much to all the people that have RPd with us over the years, and all our members, passed and present! 

With another year gone, here are some updates! 

→ The residents separate blog is going to end up dissolving back into the main blog. It is too difficult to keep up with the two and we would like to not split our content any longer. Anything that is an NPC Bad guy or good guy will be tagged #npc and linked on our main page for easy access. 

→ We have new Sun Speakers, congrats to @velerodra-valesinger​ and @revthepunchbear for gaining a position on the Council this year! Additionally,@revthepunchbear will be admin for this blog along with @eilitheduskbringer now! 

NEW / UPDATED FACTIONS

Over the last year it was revealed that there are often ‘guilds within the guild’, ‘factions’ of people that utilize Dead Sun harbor as refuge or operate within it in secret inside of the harbor. We’re ramping these up!

→  The Shal’Thera, An organization of elves with deep roots in Dead Sun through their leader @eilitheduskbringer . The Shal’Thera is currently without a main leader and descent is sewing among the members.  Contact: @eilitheduskbringer People that join: Typically Kaldorei Types of RP: War, Power Struggle, Elf-Stuff Status with DSH: Strong Allies Handle: @theshalthera → The Blackholm League, An old human order that spurred from a disgraced noble house, they fight against Old God corruption and the things that go bump in the night.  Contact: @raylendaerthe @eilitheduskbringer People that join: Humans with no family (Kul Tiran or Otherwise) Types of RP: Lovecraftian Horror, Dark, Deep Story, Puzzles, Exploration Status with DSH: Allied Handle:  @blackholmleague​

VILLAINS

These are potentially open, existing bad guys that people may inquire about! Note that these will not be as heavily rped, but could offer interesting developments for current members or outside parties!

→ House Lu’Cerne, a Shal’Dorei house with a secret connection to Dead Sun Harbor. Contact: @revthepunchbear​ @eilitheduskbringer​ Types of RP: Antagonist, Dark, Spy, Game of Thrones Shit Status with DSH: Unknown Enemy   Hangle: @candleinthemoon​

→ Black Sun Enterprises, run by Shadeala Moonsong, the enemy ‘trade’ company is gunning for Dead Sun, particularly Council members.  Contact: @revthepunchbear​ Type of RP: Antagonist, Dark, Crime Status with DSH: KoS  Handle: @deadsunharbor​

NEW FEATURES

→  Faction buffs! If you belong to a faction or a certain ship crew, you will soon be given a unique roll-buff!  → Sanity counter! Don’t look it in the eyes!  AS ALWAYS, Dead Sun Harbor welcomes members outside of the actual guild to be apart of any of our plots/factions/discord server. 

THANKS FOR ANOTHER GREAT YEAR!

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a message to our oppressors

It rang across every district in Dead Sun;

“Arbiter to give address to harbor citizens,  Southern cliffs at high noon,  slavers to be put to death!”

Following the encounter with Shadeala’s Juggernaut Mage, Eilithe came away with wounds that were minor- all except the one that had been delivered to her ego. 

But Velerodra.  But Peter. 

In twenty four hours, Moonsong had nearly killed two of her people, Velerodra, almost twice. Her talk with Velerodra had left her vulnerable, but it had left her more protective of the strange elf– of all of her people than ever. And now. Now she was awake. Now she was angry. 

Kurel wasn’t coming back– the twisting life inside of her wasn’t going away. But she still had things to do. 

The only thing missing from her ensemble was a crown- which she wore in metaphor in the way she left her room. Down the hall, Eilonwy and Karkah were being prepared as they too would bear witness to this day. 

“Min’da..” Eilonwy said, staring up at her. “Is..is it going to be bad?”

Eilithe turned her gaze to her youngest daughter, and put her hand on her shoulder. “Yes. People are going to die today– but my daughter, you must remember. What is our duty?” 

The girl looked down. “Strike down…”

“Our oppressors. We must always strike down those would would shackle us.”

She left then- the girls would not join her on the overlook. 

[mild gore ahead]

Twenty Enforcer Elites in regalia gather up that southern overlook, with Eilithe, then Reveria, then Velerodra, then Peter. The armor was simple, but it was the massive golden shields with rising sun’s decorating the front. Each man and woman had a massive spear and stood shoulder to shoulder.

The people were flocking in, given leave for the hour from their work. It was well known and widely celebrated, the fate of slavers within the harbor. Many of the faces of those gathered had particular investment in the subject as they too had risen from shackles or been liberated by the very people that stood at the overlook now. There were whispers among the residents- even travelers who frequented the harbor or held morbid curiosity to the inner workings of the island. But when Eilithe spoke, those whispers died down.

 "People of Dead Sun!“ Her voice rang, as though it was magically altered to ring out across the crowd, ”We gather today not only to witness the ramifications of oppression- but to unite. Unite against the menace, Shadeala Moonsong. An attacker of our kin! A snake in our garden. A seller of man and woman!“ 

 Ugly jeers came from the crowd, visceral roars that called for Moonsong’s head. ”We have stood between wars, because we are not Black and Red. We are not blue and gold. We are free men!“ She shouted, pausing for the roar of the crowd. As though timed, twenty more shield-bearers parted the crowd escorting the slavers detained from Shadeala’s fleet, all bound. There were thirty or so altogether.

The group of slavers where lead behind Eilithe and the others- towards the southern cliffs. These were a particularly steep pitch- jagged rocks below and an endless stretch of sea beyond that. There was no surviving that drop. 

 ”Look upon the men and women in chains today– responsible for the capture and torture and intent to sell over two hundred lives, and for how many more over their pathetic lives? Not all of those two hundred slaves stand among you as free men, some died fighting their masters– but all will see justice today!“ A roar of all sorts, from humans, from orcs, trolls and elves rang out. Eilithe barked a command, ”Shields!“ All forty Enforcers stacked shoulder to shoulder in a line. ”Spears!“ 

”A message to all who would stand with Shadeala Moonsong, To ANY who would oppress us. We kneel to no one and we will cut down all who would put us in shackles.“ She dropped her hand and a commanding shout came from one of the Enforcers and the shield wall moved forward.  

The first man to fall dragged the second along with him, clawing at the second’s back like if he caught hold of his partner in crime it would save him from plummeting off the cliff. Shrieks ripped the air with each of the thirty bodies that sailed off the cliffs and splattered into broken bones and mist on the rocks before they were washed away to the sea. Those that clung to the cliffs for their lives were helped down with the jab of a spear- into eyes- hands, anything the spear bearers could stab at. 

Dead Sun rejoiced that afternoon, dancing on the beaches and singing their songs over ale in the taverns. And for a moment, still standing on the overlook, Eilithe shut her eyes, breathing it all in.

And for that moment she was at peace. 

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Body preserved during the Pompeii Eruption (79 A.D.)

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Unravel

|TW Light Gore, Death, Family Death |

Music 

She’d trade ten more thousand years if it meant he wasn’t gone for good. Some doors were not meant to be opened.

As the walls within his head that blocked out their lives together fell in Raylen’s head, so too did the ones that shielded him from the horrors he committed just two nights before they were wed. It would have been far too simple for him to only recall the life they’d had before the Sundering.

The carnage.

Each D’Aerthe could not be left to survive. No’Vindere watched as though she looked through Raylen’s eyes, as he cut down each and every member of his father’s House. 

When he woke, it was not with his lovely amber eyes locked with hers, but with violent seizure, a full rejection of who he had done. The red eyes of the the thing that slumbered within him stared back when No’Vindere looked into the face of her lover.

“I have managed to keep his psyche from eviscerating itself. Though I fear that is the only good news I have, Lady D’Aerthe.”

There was good reason that she steered clear of emotions as intense as love. As intense as rage. The pieces of her that shielded her from the Void that seemed so keen on infecting her went to war. The loud voice of unbridled instinct locked behind her left eye, screaming with the cold and calculating piece sealed in her right.

It clashed and rattled inside of her head, and it was with unstable heart and mind that she left to meet Lord Autumnspire. 

Dark sludge dripped off her finger tips, malice for the Highborne who had been side by side with Raylen in the memory she’d bore witness to. The thick blackness lifted upwards, carving into seal- each a loaded spell ready to open up on Thor’Elyn should she not like his answer to the questions she demanded of him.

His excuses explanations came through her clouded head in pieces. ‘They had given themselves to fel– you’re the smartest elf I know, No’Vi. What fuels fel?’ She shuddered, ‘Souls’. A conversation tore through her head.

“They were using them as bodies to inhabit, calm yourself.” “Crack his skull, break him open, make him hurt. He took Bregan form us.”

Thor’elyn’s voice rang clear at the end of his explanation, “What would you  have done?” 

“I would have killed them.”

When she had come down, from rage and sorrow, she found herself bent over the stone wall, Thor’s voice still at her back. He had a plan: Reclaim the vault, awaken the Inquisitor, find Eldrayn, Fix Bregan Raylen.

“Will he be able to restore him..without robbing him of his memories again?”

“The only way to robbing him of the past would be to reform the seals on his mind, and I will do everything within my power to prevent that, up to the point at which preventing such would kill Bregan.“ Thor’elyn answered in a sigh that almost made her angry.

“I’d rather him forget me altogether than have him live as a prisoner within his own head.”

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Perralt of Rivia by Coendú MC Source: https://ift.tt/2RZVEs3

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The Boy and The Silver Locket

In an effort to isolate herself, she’d jumped at the opportunity to go into Zandalar with a group of the family at her back. Officially, they were there for research– and unofficially on the look out for anything that could be of value. A foothold. A way in. Eilithe talked in terms of gain- financial, or furthering of the family and Dead Sun.

No’Vindere just wanted to lose herself among the overgrowth of Zuldrazar. 

They had been there a month and a half now- holed up in their now third location. There were more than just hang-ups, half her team had nearly died in the last attack. But they were safer now- well hidden and close enough to Alliance footholds that they’d be safer here. No more mistakes. 

Bent over a sample of a bright red flower, she’d nearly tripped over herself when he showed up. While her loyalty was never in question- these little things that Eilithe did..like sending her pet-Captain to check-in went straight through her. 

In fact, he was the last person she wanted to see. The very sight of him flooded her with memories of the Dark Mother, of the violent betrayal she..or her body had led against what had become her home.

Nothing felt right after that. 

Perhaps Eilithe was right to send him- neither seemed to care for their own well-being, which made the push into Nazmir a perfect joint venture.

Since she’d lost her mind to the Void for what seemed like the thousandth time, sleep was something she actively evaded. With the Void’s taint having eased to the point of a dangerously safe-feeling nonexistence it was other whispers that weighed on her dreams. Faded memories, that were so real- she felt them long after she’d woken up.

A flash of golden light crossed her vision. No, it wasn’t a light. It was the glow of two eyes. The touch was familiar, warm– but she couldn’t place a face to the hands that held her close to a warm body. A stream of consciousness- or hundreds of years smashed together. “My sister calls me Vi, if that’s easier.” Her own voice answered to the man she couldn’t see. His words came out gently against her ears.  “I’m Bregan. But my friends just call me Breg.” The vision shifted to that of a silver locket- held in the palm of her hand– then nothing. 

Sitting up, No’Vindere smeared her hand down her face. The name swirled in her head.  I’m Bregan..

I’m Bregan…

I’m– 

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No Lies

“What happened to your head?”

“Narrowly missed the swing of an Orc’s axe. I’ve been fighting. At Darkshore.“ He offered bluntly. ”With the SI:7.”

At first she thought it must be a joke- Raylen was far too care-free to be a loyalist and he was far too much a friend to betray her. Then it set in– the seriousness in his tone, the flatness. She could smell the truth as well as she could a lie. 

Her body moved on its own- a knee jerk resort to violence. Eilithe was on her feet in half a second and less than that she was thrusting herself up and forward to collide into his stomach. The tackle was meant to take him down, and leave her on top of him, where she scrambled up to draw back her fist and to punch him square in the nose.

The crack of the punch broke the cartilage, but he didn’t fight back.  “Are you done, or do you want one more before we handle this like grown-ups?” He said from below her.

Eilithe was already rearing back for another punch, but his words stopped her for at least a moment. She straddled him, knees aiming to pin down his arms- though he could have shifted her light weight off of him. She knew that– he knew that, which meant he was willingly staying below her. But rage, rage was a powerful thing. Her eyes were almost black and her dark curled fell over her face and down to tickle his  broken nose. She grit her teeth and seethed through them. “Traitor.”

When he locked eyes with her there was a sharpness that was rarely showed itself and Eilithe held that shaking hand. “They’re killing the innocent, Eilithe.  Leaving no survivors. If protecting the innocent is no longer our way, then try me for treason in front of the council. I’ve seen enough dead innocents for ten lifetimes, I won’t stand by and watch while anyone kills more.”

It was exactly what she didn’t want to hear. Exactly what the other Shans had said. 

Her bloodied hand was cocked back and it hung there. And then it shook. And then it fell. It was a rare sight for Eilthe to  show any strong emotion that wasn’t anger. It was rarer still for her to cry. Welling up,  she slid her knees off his arms and she fell onto him, arms snaked around his neck in the sand. She cried silently for five minutes, quietly laying there before she spoke. “How long have you worked for them?”

In the sand, she laid beside him blood hand clutching a cigarette. The clouds rolled in to blot the sky- the scent of the daily downpour filling the air.  “It is the Banshee Queen– not the Horde proper. I will never judge the all as one mass, Raylen. It isn’t my way. Trolls, Orcs, Sin'Dorei–one of my loyalist lieutenants is Sin'Dorei.” She shook her head, “I will kill Horde that would kill the innocent, the same as I will the Alliance that would do the same. But Sylvanas Windrunner? She will run the Horde into the ground– away from honor and down the path to genocide,” she in a rasp. 

”I’m not joining the war. I’m defending the innocent. It just so happens that the only one of the two I ever stand beside to do that is the Alliance.“ He paused to shrug.”People keep saying this ‘isn’t their war’, but it is. It’s everyone’s.”

He was right and she hated it. 

“Poor leadership. Charismatic, beautiful, ruthless. There are some who will follow her no matter what she does. The Blight..that was enough to show me she was not worthy.” She turned on her side to look at him, “Azeroth is dying, some say. So it seems we are all ignorant enough to spend the time we have left fighting each other. So..”

“Fight by my side and I’ll fight at yours. ”

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Navigation of Dead Sun OOC

We have one thousand google docs it seems, so in the interest of condensing that in one quick place here are a bunch of docs that help navigate the harbor: 

GENERAL INFORMATION 

Rules, event information, as well as, info on the guild that mainly runs the harbor. As always- you DO NOT have to join Mortua Sol to take part in Dead Sun Harbor

MAP OF THE HARBOR

A rough map of Dead Sun’s layout. Building descriptions are in our discord. Dead Sun’s in-game placeholder is Sri-la, Pandaria. 

IC RULES

These are the harbor’s IC rules, which we are currently looking at reworking a little.These rules are posted in the harbor all over, and often given to people when they register at the docks! We do have a council and would be open to the people ‘putting forth propositions’. We try to run like a democracy. 

LEADERSHIP AND PROPERTY DIVISION 

People you go to get various jobs or solve problems. Property division is not ICly known, but we do like to show how its broken down. Note that we’re SUPER open to Merchants coming in, or more council seats. 

‘DAILIES’

We offer ‘mini-events’ that come out of jobs available in the harbor. Some of these are not known to the public- assume if it is illegal, the public is unaware. These jobs are varied and have opportunity for daily rp, be it in discord or in-game!

ENFORCER HANDBOOK

As this is our most popularly filled position, this is the guidelines that our Enforcers follow. Most everyone that’s an employee sometimes finds themselves acting as an Enforcer!

As always- we are open to new people and partnerships with other guilds or free lancers. If you have questions, comments, or concerns. @eilitheduskbringer @deadsunharbor King Rat#1789 or ‘Eilithe’ in-game!

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Big ole’ Character Chart with a lot of ‘[SPOILER]’

Character Chart

Character’s full name: Captain Raylen D’aerthe Reason or meaning of name: ICly - Spoilers. OOCly - This character was initially supposed to be a fun side-character that was inspired by one of my favorite characters in fiction - Jarlaxle, hence the last name. Since then he’s blossomed into way more than I could’ve thought and has become easily my favorite characters to RP. Character’s nickname: Ray, Captain Dumb Ass/ The Smartest Dumb Ass Reason for nickname: He’s somehow both incredibly intelligent and deceptively foolish. Birth date: December 9th

Physical appearance

Age: Between 12-14,000 How old does he/she appear: Mid-Late Thirties Weight: 230 lbs. Height: 7′7 Body build: Lean, Toned Shape of face: Narrow, pointed features Eye color: Amber Glasses or contacts: None Skin tone: Very, very dark grey, with a hint of purple if you catch him in the right light. Distinguishing marks: A deep scar mark cutting from behind his left eyebrow into his left cheek through his beard. Every inch of his back is covered in deep, grotesque scars from a chain whip. A large brand sits between his shoulder blades of words in Zandali. Predominant features: Darkboi skin, lash scars. Hair color: Snow white Type of hair: Thick and straight that comes down to meet a trimmed beard. Hairstyle: Down or up in a tight ponytail Voice: Deep, but with melodic undertones Overall attractiveness: Tall, dark but not at fuckin’ all brooding. Easy on the eyes, but depending on how one feels about his personality, they’ll either find him charming or repulsive Physical disabilities: A pain threshold so high it can prove deadly. Usual fashion of dress:  Loose-fitted, extravagant overcoats, dusters and leathers with fancy jewelry and baubles hanging here and there.

Favorite outfit: His massive, dark brown buccaneer overcoat which he saves for special occasions. He knows it’s excessive, he doesn’t care.

Jewelry or accessories: Golden and bejeweled rings on nearly every finger, a silver locket around his neck.

Personality

Good personality traits: Easy-going, charming, loyal (if you can get there), fearless Bad personality traits: Evasive, detached, mischievous, Over-confident Mood character is most often in: Cocky and carefree on the outside Sense of humor: Sarcastic, teasing Character’s greatest joy in life: Captaining his ship, lightening the mood Character’s greatest fear: Unfulfilled vengeance Why? Because spoilers What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? A few, one is spoiler so I won’t touch it. The other would be losing his ship and his place in Dead Sun, and everything he worked for. Character is most at ease when: He’s got more work than he knows what to do with; is on the water. Most ill at ease when: Asleep Enraged when: His rarely given trust is betrayed, people talk about him behind his back, (By) slavers Depressed or sad when: He’s unable to act to change his situation, whatever it may be. Priorities: Money, his ship, vengeance Life philosophy: Doesn’t really have one. If granted one wish, it would be: A chance at a do-over Why? He carries a lot of guilt and regret that he masks all too well. Character’s soft spot:  Kids Is this soft spot obvious to others?  Probably definitely not Greatest strength:  His ability to read others Greatest vulnerability or weakness:  Coming off as dishonest. Biggest regret:  Spoilers Minor regret: Letting the Alliance sink two of his fuckin’ ships, man. Biggest accomplishment:   Clawing himself out of the shitpit every time he gets tossed in. Minor accomplishment: Not being dead yet Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: See minor regret Why? He’s an old elf who takes pride in his maritime career and that will forever be a blemish on it. Character’s darkest secret:  The truth about the book Does anyone else know?  Yes

Goals

Drives and motivations: Vengeance, coin, captaining his ship Immediate goals: Making it back to Dead Sun intact and with an extra ship. Long term goals: Coin, (once again) vengeance, death How the character plans to accomplish these goals: By doing what he does best, wheeling and dealing. As for the death one, well, dying. How other characters will be affected: That is a good question.

Past

Hometown: (Home-city?) Zin-Azshari Type of childhood: Detatched and alone Pets: None First memory: Waking up on a beach in Feralas with a chunk of driftwood sticking out of his hip. Most important childhood memory:  Doesn’t recall his childhood Why? Because shit and things Childhood hero: His foster father Dream job: Ranger. Education: Formal pre-sundering, though he doesn’t recall it. Lots and lots of ranger and survival training. Religion: Death, as cliche and edgy as it sounds. Finances: Before the Third War - lived off the land.

Present

Current location: Somewhere in the massive area of ocean between Dead Sun Harbor, the Broken Isles and Stormwind City Currently living with: His ship crew, namely Hastings (First Mate) and Maude (Quartermaster) Pets: None Religion: Still Death Occupation: Captain of the Shrieking Harpy, ‘Entrepreneurial Opportunist’ Finances: He’d never tell.

Family

Mother: Unknown (As of current) Lowborn Kaldorei Relationship with her:  None Father: Valynis D’aerthe (Biological), Eldrayn Swiftheart (Foster) Relationship with him: Valynis - Distant, formal (So he’s been told); Eldrayn - Very close, Raylen idolized him and considers him the closest to family he’s ever come. Siblings: Aldoriel D’aerthe (Younger, half-brother)

Relationship with them: Estranged Spouse: None Relationship with him/her: It’s a truly inspiring relationship. Children: None. Relationship with them: N/A

Other important family members:

Favorites

Color: Purple, Crimson, Black Least favorite color: Pink (too hard on the eyes) Music: Bard ballads, the lute, poetry (if it counts) Food: Pandaren Literature: Infamous sailor’s legends Form of entertainment: Drinking, smoking, singing Expressions: “Fuck my fuck.”, “Secrets are a currency.” Mode of transportation: Sailing, horseback Most prized possession: His book, his Ship, his silver medallion. (Couldn’t choose)

Habits

Hobbies: The same as his forms of entertainment. Plays a musical instrument? His lute Plays a sport? Shooting competitions, brawling How he/she would spend a rainy day: Sitting on the deck of his ship, getting soaked and piss drunk. It’s hot as fuck in Dead Sun. Spending habits: His vices (See below) Smokes: Too much Drinks: WAY too much Other drugs: Yes. What does he/she do too much of? Poking the proverbial hornet’s nest. What does he/she do too little of?  Sleep. Extremely skilled at: Securing deals, haggling, swordsmanship, firearms. Extremely unskilled at: The arcane, most magic in general. Nervous tics: None. Usual body posture: Leaning, casual, arms folded across his chest, things like that. Mannerisms: Casual, relatable, informal but not impolite, depending on who he’s talking to. Peculiarities: He’s bold (some would says shitty) fashion sense.

Traits

Optimist or pessimist? A pessimist cleverly disguised as the contrary. Introvert or extrovert? Very extroverted. Daredevil or cautious? Again, the latter dressed up as the former. Logical or emotional? Logical. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical. Prefers working or relaxing? He’s relaxed when he’s working. Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Very confident, many would say overly so. Animal lover? Animals hate him for some reason.

Self-perception

How he/she feels about himself/herself: A lot of things. One word the character would use to describe self: Hardened One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: 'Never forgive, never forget.’ What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Charisma What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Detachment What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? His cheeky grin. What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? How he’s tall enough to smack his forehead on doors. How does the character think others perceive him/her: In general, he thinks most believe him to be a shallow, cocky asshole of a ship captain, as was his intention. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: His inability to truly re-connect with people.

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: He thinks highly of other people from the get-go, mainly because he can be whoever he wants to them. Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? One hunnet fuckin’ percent. Person character most hates: No one anymore. Best friend(s): Aredin Hamilton, Eldrayn Swiftheart Love interest(s): Currently Elle Sunweaver, but if anyone said the ‘L’ or ‘M’ words he’d sneer. Person character goes to for advice: Eilithe, Aredin, Eldrayn, Kurel (business-oriented of course) Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: His crew. Person character feels shy or awkward around: Nobody. Person character openly admires: Eilithe, Kurel, Elle, Aredin, Myst, Seizo, Eldrayn Person character secretly admires: The Sentinels. They some fierce ladies but his connection to Kaldorei society as a whole is gone so he admires from afar. Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Eldrayn Swiftheart and spoilers. After story starts: The Family, Eldrayn, Aredin

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Dead Sun Harbor Gets a Newspaper

Front Page- TROUBLE WITH THE ARBITER? Strange flash falls over the harbor.

At 2 am, Monday the 7th- eye-witnesses saw a enormous flash from the direction of Duskbringer Manor. While Enforcers kept citizens at bay, it appeared that leadership quickly convened at our beloved Arbiter’s home. A shot was heard inside the home and after a ‘secret meeting’ , Head Engineer No’Vindere Duskwhisper, Captain Raylen D’Aerthe, Purveyor Elle Sunweaver, Enforcer Allie Sweetsong, and Overseer Stoutmantle were seen leaving the home. Eilithe Duskbringer was last seen by bar goers at The Hanged Man Sunday afternoon with her daughter and has yet to resurface.

When asked to comment on the incident, Overseer Stoutmantle- after a long and hard stare said simply ‘Go Away’. What has become of our leader? This reporter wants to know. Was that single shot meant for Eilithe? Or perhaps a subduing shot meant for her mate, Captain Kurel An’Diel? Dead Sun Leadership- your people want answers!

Current Events,Second page- WAR IS OVER

As we move into a new month, this team remembers all those that gave their lives in the war to defend our home. With our fallen friends buried at sea- we move into May with new hopes and aspirations. 

With all the hope and joy rising, the questions still remain on the decision of Arbiter Duskbringer to withhold information from the public about the war. She offered “no excuses” for her actions, when asked about the incident. Still, our faith remains strong! Don’t let us down again!

Current Events, Second Page- FARMS OPEN BACK UP AFTER MASSIVE FIRES

We all remember the fires that consumed our farms nearly two months ago now- but after help enlisted by Leadership from some amazing druids, Dead Sun Farms are now up and operating. Now if they would just give us a tour! What is being hidden behind all those Enforcers! Nevertheless, we will all be eating home-grown vegetables in no time! 

Current Events, Second Page- WHEEL OF FORTUNE PROTESTERS INCOMING?

Since its opening Wheel of Fortune has seen two successful events along with their steady flow of day-to-day business. This reporter fancied a little bit of gambling just the other night and came away with a heavier coin purse for it! 

The last event hosted by An’Diel and Duskbringer saw pets going head to head for the benefit of their owners. This rose a question with citizens, ‘is it our right to pit these animals against each other for money?’ Time will tell if protesters will have more to say of these fights.

The People, Third Page- FEATURED BUSINESSWOMAN MELLY-MAE

Need something special to where for your man or lady? Melly-Mae’s Fine Lingerie is your place to go. A mother of five, and grandmother of ten- Melly-Mae Jackson (72) is known for her work with the needle and lace. “Or leather, if you’re into that,” said Jackson. An unassuming and kindly looking woman, Jackson has been sewing her whole life. “It was cheaper to sew holes, rather than buy new clothes. My Harold, rest him, he worked hard to give us a good life,” she said fondly remembering her husband. Jackson got into lingerie when she noticed the improvement in her own sex life. “It made me feel sexy! I worked makin’ lacy dresses- so why not panties!” 

When asked about what she hoped to do with Melly-Mae’s, Jackson told us that she hopes to get a contract with The Empress soon so she can cloth all the pretty girls! 

The People, Third Page- OVERSEER WELCOMES SON!

An anonymous tips has told us that Recke Stoutmantle and his on and off girlfriend Jolene Fritz have finally welcomed their son, Rohan Stoutmantle to the world. We glimpsed young Stoutmantle on the porch of The Hanged Man, with both parents and Enforcer Nikki Thorpe! 

BUT WAIT! Could that have been a ring on Fritz’ finger we saw? Is marriage in our Overseer’s future?

The People, Third Page- POPULATION GROWTH!

Dead Sun Harbor welcomes Allie Sweetsong to the ranks of Dead Sun’s Enforcers. The young Ren’Dorei seems cocked, locked, and ready to rock at all times. We hope to see more of this one! 

More Captains roll into port! Just the other day, we saw a ship called The Siren’s Rose dock in port. We did not get the Captain’s name- but boy, do we wonder how she handles this heat with all that fur!

The People, Third Page- JOB LISTINGS

Are you looking for an odd job here or there? Head Engineer No’Vindere Duskwhisper is looking for farm hands!

This concludes our May issue of Dead Sun Harbor Monthly, be on the look at for ‘Dead Sun Harbor Breaking New!’ if there’s a story you simply must know- we’ll be the first to get it to you! Until next month, DSHM Team.

|| Dead Sun Harbor Monthly is a way for DSH residents and passers-through  to keep up with the IC plot lines and goings on in the harbor ICly. Everything here can be a hook used to start a scene. DSHM is  not covering news outside the harbor at this time, however if you would like to be featured or list a job and your toon is in DSH, shoot us a message on discord!||

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