#﹒✶ jaie's lessons

[sekhisadventures]

Last Call for Cinderbrew Meadery

Orgrimmar, Midday

Gronk was a peon, but he was a happy peon. Rather than having to mine, chop wood, or occasionally get bonked on the head by novice adventurers, he instead had a respectable job. He was a rare peon, one that could read well, so he worked for the courier office in Orgrimmar… and today he was heading to the vulpera encampment on a delivery.

This wasn’t to say that illiteracy was commonplace in the Horde, but with no school system (or schools in the sense that we think of them really) such lessons were passed from parent to child, and if the parents were not literate neither would their children be. The Horde Council was working to correct this, some of the literate members of the Horde offering to tutor children like they were tutored when they were young, but setting up such was slow going.

Gronk’s delivery was an unusual one. There were very very few letters that came from the Alliance-held lands, even with the armistice. The truth was the cease-fire was still very tenuous even several years on… but it did happen. Mostly among the Forsaken. Some had made pen-pals of their living relatives, building upon Calia’s failed attempt to help them reconcile that had resulted in her death at the hands of then-warchief Sylvannas Windrunner… but this may well be the first to go to a vulpera.

He read the outside of the scroll again, then looked around the various fox-like peoples. “Who here know Atu ‘n Risala?” he asked, waving the scroll, “Dey got letter!”

One of the vulpera looked up at him, then held up her hand, “Um, I’m Risala.” she nodded, wondering who on Azeroth would be sending her a letter. She’d have hoped it was from one of her daughters, but as far as she knew they were still stuck on that new Island… at least she hoped they were.

Gronk nodded and handed her the scroll, taking a few copper coins as payment for delivery, and waved goodbye as he continued his rounds.

“Whats the letter Risala?” asked her husband Atu as he sat near the campfire, the twins playing with the little wooden Night Fae toys that Sekhi had brought them back from her time in the Shadowlands.

Risala broke the seal on the scroll and unrolled it, then began reading.

Atu and Risala,

You don’t know me, but you know my daughter. Jaie Swiftpaw.

She was able to reach me from the Isle of Dorn and wanted me to send word to you about what happened there.

Sekhi, Leza, and Jeemjazo are safe and well. They’re with my daughter and her allies. Jaie says that as soon as they find a way to use portal magic on the island they’ll try to send Leza back to Orgrimmar… but that it may take some time.

She wanted you both to know that she and her friends will do their best to keep your family safe until they can come home.

Wishing your family well,

Xinyi Swiftpaw

Atu read it over Risala’s shoulder, then the two sagged and let out a loud sigh.

“Thank the sands!” gasped out Risala as she rolled her eyes, “I swear I wanted to scream when we found Leza’s letter… if only we could’ve gotten to Bilgewater Harbor before they set out…” she sighed, shaking her head.

Atu nodded, “Yeah… first Sekhi vanishes into that Shadowlands place without a word, now Leza runs off after her to this ‘Isle of Dorn.’ Its practically becoming a family tradition at this rate…” he frowned, then glanced over at where Zato and Eeda were playing with their toys.

The kits were still young, not even twelve years old yet… but Zato was already showing aptitude for archery, and Eeda was sometimes sneaking off to watch Ji and the other pandaren practice martial arts.

“… I wonder how much it’d cost to buy a really sturdy cage…” he mused aloud.

Risala bristled a bit, narrowing her eyes, “You had better be joking Atu…”

“You were thinking it.” he shrugged.

Risala looked away as her face flushed under her fur, “… eh, maybe a little…”

Meanwhile, on the Isle of Dorn…

Galdia rode through the woods on Nightpelt’s back as, beside her, padded along a second large wolf… though this one was a bit odd (well, odder than the one she rode, which was clearly undead.)

This wolf seemed to be almost semi-transparent, as if it wasn’t really there. Its footpads left no marks on the ground, and it moved with an unnatural silence to its steps.

Also, it could talk. That was pretty odd as far as animals went even for Azeroth.

“Poor Dareley… can’t blame ‘im fer hidin’ that from us…” it said in a thickly accented voice reminiscent of Halfhill.

Galdia shrugged, “Eh… like I said on the boat, I get it. No orc wants to die old and weak. Go down fighting with blood on your tusks. If it’s your enemy’s blood that’s best.” she nodded.

The wolf shrugged as best as a quadrupedal creature could shrug, “Well, I can’t cure what Dissonatia did to ‘im, but I wanna do somethin’. Those earthen swear by this ‘cinderbrew’ stuff, and its definitely got one fel of a kick to it… so maybe if I can pick up a few tips from th’ meadery I can make ‘im somethin’ to take th’ edge off this whole mess, at least fer a bit.”

Then they rounded the corner and ahead of them stood the mead yard. Huge barrels stacked two deep all over the area, with a strong scent of spices and honey coming from them.

The wolf grinned, then there was a swirl of elemental power and Zhan-min stood up straight and nodded. “Mmm… smell that? Nothin’ beats it when its fresh!” he laughed, “C’mon Galdia, lets see what we can find out. Remember though, no bullyin’ ‘em.” he warned, “If someone says somethin’ is a ‘trade secret’ then that’s th’ end of it. I ain’t gonna try ta force it outta ‘em.”

Galdia snorted, “My way works, and its funner.” she replied, but didn’t argue as they made their way onto the open storage area… only to find it deserted.

“That’s odd… where th’ heck is everyone?” murmured Zan-min as he looked around. “This time of day most any brewery would be busy as a hive’a bees…”

Galdia slid down off Nightpelt to the ground, then looked around and noticed something. Several long ropey objects leading to the kegs. “Hm… hey bear…” she grunted, moving to get his attention… but then they felt something.

The ground was shaking… and Nightpelt was growling and staring into the distance.

The pandaren and orc glanced at each other, then they looked in the direction that Nightpelt was staring in… and saw it. A cloud of dust, as if many feet were kicking it up as they ran towards their location. After a moment, they saw what was making it.

A swarm of nerubians, dozens of them, all bearing down on the meadery!

The two gasped as they realized what was happening, “THE NERUBIANS ARE COMING FOR THE MEADERY!” they shouted together.

“We gotta stop ‘em!” growled Zhan-min as he drew his maces, elemental fire and wind swirling about them.

“WE GET TO FIGHT ‘EM!” grinned Galdia as she drew her sword and slid her other arm into the straps of her shield.

Zhan-min paused, then glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.

She grinned back, gripping her sword tightly in excitement.

“… eh, I can work with that…” he shrugged, then clanged his maces together over his head, “C’MON YA SCUTTLIN’ BASTARDS!” he shouted, the three of them charging forwards as the swarm split, heading along different paths. Zhan-min swore under his breath. He knew that they couldn’t hope to stop the entire horde of nerubians alone… but there was no time to call for help!

Galdia, however, didn’t really care…

“LOK’TAR OGAR!” she roared as she raced forward to meet one of them head on, the nerubian noticing her just in time to get a face full of shield as she smashed it into him, cracking his exoskeleton in several places as she spun, then slashed out with her sword and the attacker fell to the ground in two pieces.

Zhan-min lashed out with his maces, a blast of elemental lightning slamming into a group of them as one’s body erupted into flames, the pandaren bringing his mace around to smash into him as flames swirled around the weapon and the fire seemed to leap off the nerubian into his allies. Soon the entire group was ablaze!

As the enraged arachnids focused on him he channeled elemental power into both weapons, then brought them down hard infront of him! With a crash the ground split open and blasted molten rock out onto his enemies, the nerubians screaming in pain as it burned through their bodies!

Galdia roared and taunted more of them into attacking her, Nightpelt backing her up as he savaged any that Galdia brought down without killing… but more and more kept coming.

“Dammit, how many of these buggers are there?!” swore Zhan-min as he glanced at the orc.

Galdia didn’t even notice, she was a warsong warrior and she had enemies. She had been stuck on the Glittering Prize for weeks with very little to do, and as far as she was concerned this was all that mattered right now. Really, that kind of laser focus could be good in a fight… but not always.

When Zhan-min glanced over another nerubian suddenly smashed into him and sent the pandaren man stumbling back across the battlefield, then two more nerubians behind it began weaving webs together before a sudden wave of silken fibers shot out and attached themselves to Zhan-min’s hands.

“W-woah!” he yelped as he was pulled forward, the nerubians quickly scuttling towards him. “Ah shit! GALDIA! HELP!” he yelled, struggling as the nerubians began weaving their webbing around his form as he fought to free himself, but nerubian threads were strong as steel!

“Huh?” grunted the orc, snapping out of her battle fury at his cry, then growling and rushing towards him only for another group of the arachnids to block her path! She slashed her sword at them and brought one down, but the other two dodged and countered, the orc only just getting her shield up in time! “OUTTA MY WAY DAMMIT!” she snarled, smashing her shield into another, only for the other one to slash out and land a blow across her bicep, Galdia roaring in pain.

Zhan-min struggled, but he was almost completely webbed up now… and he remembered what Nelen had told him. They’d seen it on the beach following Dalaran’s destruction. The nerubians wanted live captives… if he didn’t get free, they’d drag him off to their lair!

Zhan-min sighed and said something, though his words were muffled by the webbing… and then there was a swirl of elemental energy, and the scent of hops and spices filled the air.

The nerubians hesitated, sensing something was wrong… A moment later the webs that held the pandaren captive began to swell from within, bulging as they started fraying from the pressure inside!

With a loud ripping sound the cocoon exploded into stray fibers as Zhan-min broke free, once more transformed into a massive ale-mental! “Alright then ya creepy crawlies! ROUND TWO!” he shouted, smacking his hands together before he aimed one at each of the nerubians who’d been trying to capture him and with a spray of elemental ale they were both sent flying away from him, Zhan-min’s attack having the force of a firehose!

This did however draw the nerubian’s attention to him as they turned away from Galdia. A giant beer elemental was hard to miss… but this was a mistake they wouldn’t make again. Galdia had been injured, and her orc blood was already boiling from the fight. She roared behind them and slashed out, and two of the nerubian went down headless before a third turned to meet her shield, held sideways, slamming into its throat!

It fell to the ground flailing its legs as it clutched at its ruined neck, before Nightpelt dove on top of it and sank his fangs in, tearing its throat open!

As an ale-mental Zhan-min towered over the other nerubians, the pandaren man smashing his fists into them as they were tossed about like monstrous toys… but then the ground began to shake and suddenly the floor of the production area burst open as another nerubian giant emerged. Nelen had said that they were known as ‘crypt lords,’ or at least the ones employed by the Scourge had been (he didn’t know if the living ones were called something different) but it was as good a name for any for them.

Zhan-min flexed as he turned towards it, then he heard the cry of a large bird from above.

High above them was an earthen astride one of those lighting-gryphons, what the people of Dornogal called ‘stormrooks.’ As Zhan-min watched he realized something, the earthen was making ready to jump at the crypt lord, his weapon glowing like a spotlight as he channeled a massive amount of elemental lightning into it!

Zhan-min paused, looking around at the barrels around them. He’d tried cinderbrew in Dornogal, he could tell how high-proof it was. A spark like that… “Ah heck!” he gasped, looking around as he spotted Galdia and Nightpelt, then raced towards them as he flailed his arms, smashing the swarm out of the way!

He grabbed the both of them in his arms as he got there and surged forward through the horde of arachnids, making for the edge of the storage area, then as soon as he got there he leapt off into the surrounding forest as Galdia swore and flailed her sword. “ONE MORE! LEMME CUT ONE MORE DAMMIT!” she barked.

“NO TIME!” was all that Zhan-min could get out as he landed just as the earthen jumped as well, aiming his hammer down… and there was a tremendous boom of thunder behind them!

The whole world seemed to turn white as they were blown into the distance, Zhan-min’s transformed body protecting the three of them as they landed among the trees.

With a swirl of elemental power Zhan-min shrank back down into a pandaren once more, the shaman standing up and looking back, then making a sound in the back of his throat at the sight.

The meadery was in ruins, flames and wreckage and dead nerubians everywhere… and every single barrel of cinderbrew had been blown to bits! For the Shamanbrewer and his love of alecraft, it was… an unpleasant sight to say the least.

Zhan-min’s eye twitched, then he fell to his knees and slammed his fists into the ground. “YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT ALL UP!” he cried out, “DAMMIT!”

Galdia shook herself off, licking a bit of the ale that had made up Zhan-min’s body off her arm, then sheathed her weapons. “Eh, yeah, but that looked like their plan anyway.” she shrugged.

Zhan-min hesitated, then looked up at her, “Huh?” he grunted.

“When we got there, right before the swarm showed up, I noticed half the kegs were wired with fuses. I think they were gonna use the meadery as a trap, lure ‘em in, and blow it up with them in it. Grom and the rest of us used to do shit like that back on Draenor sometimes when the Lightbound found us.” she explained.

Zhan-min looked up, then noted that there were quite a lot of dead nerubians there, far more than he and Galdia could have killed. The crypt lord itself was over by the path that the nerubians had come from, and on the opposite end of the storage area, and on the mountainside nearby, and hanging from the trees. He had been right at the center of the blast and my goodness he was rather large, wasn’t he? There were a lot of bits to go around.

The shamanbrewer sighed and stood up, adjusting his belt and kilt. “Hmph… well dammit, so much fer learnin’ a new trick… guess I’ll have ta find somethin’ else to try to cheer up Dareley…” he sighed.

“Eh, I mean you really think beer would do it? He’s fucking dying, remember?” grunted the orc.

Zhan-min looked down, then shrugged his shoulders. “I mean… I wanna do somethin’… ‘n makin’ beer is what I’m good at. I can’t heal ‘im, I ain’t strong enough ta break th’ curse… at least I can do this…” he nodded.

Galdia noticed his expression, then glanced away as she thought about how many people she’d lost in her lifetime. Grom, Zayera, her parents, hell there was a whole list. She grew up on the Draenor that had been host to a fanatical version of Yrel and her Lightbound inquisition… most of the people she’d known didn’t make it out of that.

Zhan-min hadn’t had her experiences with death and loss. Dareley may be the first person he’d cared about who could die like this. He and the dwarf were good friends, Dareley always first in line to try his new brews and eager to give feedback and advice to him. It would be a hard loss for the pandaren.

“Hey… lets just head back ‘n… I dunno… keep our eyes out for some stuff you could brew eh? I mean, the animals are rocks, but there’s plenty of plants ‘n shit right?” she offered.

Zhan-min glanced at her, then smiled a bit, “Yeah, sounds like a plan…” he nodded, changing back into his ghost wolf form as she mounted Nightpelt once more, the two making their way back to the Glittering Prize.

None of the team was really handling the idea of losing their friend well. Dareley had been with them since the beginning. He was the one who originally agreed to teaming up with Savage United, he was one of the founding members of Avalon. He had helped Shalandrae with her grief when she lost Teldrassil, he had stood by them all when hard times came.

Now, with Dissonantia’s curse eating him alive, that may soon come to an end… and their friend, the devout and kind paladin they all knew, would be no more.

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[autobot2001]

Sunburn

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Warning: Jamie gets a sunburn Description: Jamue never puts sunscreen on. Drift has to put it on for her. This beach trip, he forgets, and Jamie ends up with a bad sunburn.

@marchofpain day 28; burn

The seven friends love going to the beach. Today Jamie decides not to wear a T-shirt over the one-piece bathing suit she wore. She still wears shorts. The afternoon was full of fun. Jamie never liked Drift making her put sunscreen on. Drift would apply the sunscreen. Today it seems he forgot. She thinks she’ll be fine.

After a fun beach day, Crosshairs, Drift, and Jaie watch TV in their room. The two mechs notice Jamie’s difficulty in getting comfortable on the couch. “Uh, did you remember to put sunscreen on her since she refuses to put it on?” Crosshairs whispers. Drift palms his forehead, “no, frag. Of all the times to forget.” Concern arises as they believe Jamie has a severe sunburn on her back. Drift picks up Jamie and brings her into the bathroom, closing the door.

“Let me see your back.” Drift lifts Jamie’s shirt, seeing red on her lower back. Drift opens the door, showing Crosshairs the burn on Jamie’s back while telling him to put the aloe vera lotion in their mini fridge for ten minutes while Drift cools the burn.

“Here's her phone if you’re going to have her sit there for ten minutes,” Crosshairs says, giving Drift Jamie’s phone. He takes the lotion and puts it in the fridge. Then he sets a timer on his phone, waiting for Drift to place to towel on Jamie’s back. He watches Drift get a clean face cloth and soak it. Jamie is not liking the cloth touching the burn. Crosshairs starts the timer. He hears what Jamie is watching on her phone as Drift cools the burn.

Ten minutes pass. Crosshairs gets the lotion out of the fridge. He doesn’t question Drift, but he knows Drift didn’t do this the last time Jamie got a sunburn. Jamie doesn't like how the dry towel or lotion feels on the burn. After Jamie’s skin absorbs the lotion, she puts her shirt back on. Drift gives her pain relief and carries her to the couch. They dislike how even after this burn and how uncomfortable it’ll be, Jamie won’t learn her lesson about putting sunscreen on..

[shudderingdarkness]

I dream of being silenced.

Of having nothing more to say.

Of stripping my soul of its originality,

of bleeding it out of my veins.

I dream of having nothing more to say.

Of releasing my past and my present.

Of forgetting all my experiences,

my pain and my joy, my lessons.

I dream of stripping my soul of its originality.

Of becoming silent and unforgiving.

An old willow tree, inanimate, yet grieving.

I dream of bleeding it out of my veins.

The desperate search for originality.

A 6x6 padded cell.

-Jaie Meraki, 1:09am

[cyberjaiee]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(｀Δ´) ﹒ ❋﹒🪑 ﹒manifestation lesson three !? ﹐✩

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# HOW I IGNORE THE 3D . . . !!! 🩹 ★?!% aka how i ignore my physical reality while manifesting

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i think a lot of people take it the wrong way when ppl say 'ignore the 3d' i know me and a few other people i've met have definitely tried to ignore the 3d in ways that just make no sense. to ignore the 3d does not mean to try your best not to hear, smell, see, taste, or feel anything that goes against your manifestation.

let's say there's someone you really don't like but u have to spend the day with them in a group project with a few other people. they're rambling on and on about shit that doesn't even make sense, just going on and on.. so what do you do ?? you COULD get upset and yell at them or storm off but what will that do ?? what will that accomplish ?? you just got upset and let them get to you too quickly. if they're truly that obnoxious they'll just keep going to piss u off more, u may even get in trouble and automatically get a bad grade on the project. OR you could simply ignore them. how do u do that ?? u don't become childish and put in ear plugs or something, bc then you can't hear the rest of the group, right ?? instead, you can still hear them of course, but it just goes through one ear and out the other. because it is NOT worth your time. you're still open to the other members, you still interact with them instead of letting one ingrate get the best of you.

ok now that we're done with that long ass analogy, do u see how this relates to the 3d ?? of course, the person that's being annoying asf is the 3d. when the 3d shows you something that goes against your desire, you do not react because you know it does not match what is going on in your imagination. you don't entertain nonsense because YOU KNOW what is true and what is not. sure, you're existing in a real reality, but not in the one you're meant to be existing in. you assume your way into the reality that matches your 4d.

you have the senses of sight, touch, smell, hearing and taste. we need these senses to fully experience the things around us. you know the truth, and the 3d must conform. the 3d isn't of concern to you EVER. again..

THE 3D ISNT OF CONCERN TO YOU EVER.

simply, do not relate to or identify with the 3d. you're seeing acne ?? nah that mirror it's stupid, it must not work because yes, you obviously DO have clear skin. you honestly don't even need to acknowledge it, go ahead and compliment ur clear skin fr. do not identify with the other you that is being shown in that mirror. you can't escape your senses but you don't have to take them as fact. you don't have to fully dwell on what the 3d is showing you. when in doubt, refer to the only reality that matters, your 4d.

© @cyberjaiee - 2022

[sekhisadventures]

How to Conquer Reality

Haven, Zereth Mortis

Nelen sat near a fire, flipping through some notes he’d gone over with Firim the last time he’d been at the exile’s hollow. The broker had been grumbling that it was practically becoming it’s own Oribos with how many people were passing through there now, but the mage suspected he was just glad to have someone to talk to who wouldn’t spit on him (if the other brokers could spit) and call him ‘The Exile.’

Nearby Mola’raum sat, honing the edge of his runespear. The magicks were empowered by his own connection to the Shadowlands of course, but the spear was still a spear and needed occasional repair.

At this point all twelve of them had come to Zereth Mortis, and many more besides. Haven had gone from a small broker outpost to the main camp of the resistance against Zovaal, and like all war camps in history it was basically a small city in its own right. Several adventurers who could cook had set up a makeshift mess hall, selling food stewed from the strange creatures of the land to whoever had coin to trade, a few training dummies had been set up outside the entry path to Haven itself, and regular patrols occurred.

Really everyone was just killing time until they found a way to pursue Zovaal. He had dominated one of the First Ones' oracles and forced it to send him on to the location of the Sepulcher, but Nelen suspected that this was not the only defense such an important place had.

As he finished up the review and took out a small hand mirror, opening a portal to his sanctum and pushing the notes into one of his many bookshelves, he looked up and saw two others walking towards them. Jaie, fresh from her own patrol and with what looked like several large cuts of the meat from the stag-like creatures around the area, and Grimo, already with a cigar shoved into his mouth and his two robot dogs trailing behind him.

“Looks like Zovaal’s boys are mostly focusin’ on this desert in the northern bit of Zereth Mortis so far.” grunted the goblin, flopping down next to the campfire and nodding to the others, taking a pull on his stogie.

Jaie nodded, seating herself next to Nelen and getting some long wooden skewers out of her pack, threading bits of meat onto them, rubbing a spicy smelling seasoning mix onto the meat, then anchoring them in the ground so that the meat got close enough to the flames to cook without falling in. “Yeah, I was hunting around in the southeastern bit and didn’t see a single one except for a couple of those Jiro who got dominated and seemed to have gotten confused and wandered off.” she replied, sighing a bit. “I… um… well, I mean, you know, I had to sort them out. Even if they weren’t really being aggressive right then, we could never work out how to undo domination magic.” she sighed. She didn’t like having to kill them, but she recognized that in her line of work you sometimes didn’t get a choice. A hard lesson she’d learned over the years.

Nelen nodded, “Mmm, doesn’t really get any easier with time, does it?” he asked, remembering a certain hozen chief back in Pandaria, and Jaie’s reaction to them ‘sorting it out.’

She shook her head, giving him a weary smile. “No, not really… Any luck with Firim?” she asked.

“He has theories about what Zovaal is up to, but nothing concrete. After all, the Enlightened only know that the Sepulcher exists. They have no idea whats actually inside the bloody thing. Presumably Zovaal does, but he didn’t seem to worry about telling anyone else.” he huffed.

Mola’raum nodded, “Ya mon, me ‘n some odder Ebon Blade boys tried ta do our own bit o’ magic on his Mawsworn, see if we could make one a dem listen ta us.” he shrugged, “No good bruddahs. Takes five of us ta beat out Zovaal’s voodoo, ‘n even den it wears off if we lose our focus. Just long enough ta beat some answers outta dem… ‘n most of it’s stuff ah coulda told ya.” he frowned.

Nelen looked to the death knight. Early on he could barely stand being near Mola’raum, the undead troll a reminder of what had happened with Dalaran, but over time he’d gotten more used to him. Especially after his talk with Edwood, he realized that out of all their allies Mola’raum may well understand what it felt like to become a monster against one’s will, even if he’d made peace with that aspect of himself. “Oh? Like what?” he asked.

Mola’raum shrugged, “Like de fact dat alla dat stuff wit Sylvannas was a happy accident fer da Jailer.” he replied, then paused as he realized the others were staring at him. “… wut, ya tink it not be? Ya be tinkin’ he planned fer her ta wind up bein’ da Warchief ‘n burnin’ Teldrassil ‘n stuff? Nah mon, dat not be his original plan. He just saw de opportunity ‘n grabbed hold.”

“Wait… so what was his plan then?” asked Nelen, looking inquisitively at the undead troll. The idea of Teldrassil, which had killed so many people and devastated an entire race's lives, nevermind what it did to his friend specifically, just being a lucky accident for Zovaal was rather infuriating to say the least.

Mola’raum smirked, “C’mon wolf mon, ya be smarter den dat. Arthas be his original plan bruddah. He gonna let him kill alla da people on Azeroth, raise a whole army o’ da dead, den he tear open de veil with his own army on Azeroth’s side ‘n storm da Shadowlands with it.” he replied.

Jaie nodded slowly, “I get it… if everyone on Azeroth was in the Scourge nobody would be left to resist him from there. He would’ve just had to deal with Maldraxxus, Ardenweald, and Bastion.” she replied.

“Bingo sistah.” replied the troll, setting his spear down and reaching for one of the skewers. It could barely be called rare at this point, but an undead like him preferred their meat extra bloody, sometimes still kicking on occasion.

“Not even alla Maldraxxus neither, de Constructs was already on his side by den, Rituals…” he shrugged and made a wobbly-gesture with his hand, “Rituals coulda gone either way… ‘n me own house…” he sighed, “Dey fell well before Icecrown evah did…” he shook his head, gazing into the flames. He had been part of the Scourge himself by then. Captured when Stradma sent him to investigate one of their plagues being used on Azeroth, his memories sealed away, and turned into a Death Knight so he couldn’t go back to Maldraxxus to warn anyone. The thought of that still stung him…

Nelen smirked, “Yeah, but then our forces screwed that up for him.” he chuckled. He hadn’t been at Icecrown, none of the worgen had. He’d probably been tearing around Gilneas on all fours howling at the moon still at that point, “I mean, I heard about it… didn’t hear the bit about Bolivar until later, but the Alliance and Horde killed Arthas.”

Mola’raum grinned, “Ya mon, dat be fookin’ up his plans good. Bolivar be a Paladin, ‘n he had been burned by Alexstraza’s breath ontop o dat.” he nodded, “Arthas be a paladin who lost his powers when he wrecked up Stratholme who took up Frostmourne willingly. He be easy ta dominate… but de Light ‘n Life inside o’ Bolivar? Oho Zovaal no be likin’ dat.” he smirked. “Not ta mention dere be no mournblade dat time. Frostmourne be wut let him really control Arthas, de helm just finished wut da sword be startin.”

Jaie nodded, “So… if we can get Shalamayne away from Anduin…” she began, looking at Mola’raum.

The troll thought, then shrugged. “It depends… I be seein’ Arthas without de sword sometimes in Icecrown back when I still be in de Scourge. Mebbe by den de helm be enough, maybe it be different now… Really can’t be sayin’ until we try girlie.”

At this point Grimo flicked the remainder of his cigar into the flames, then took another skewer now that the meat was further grilled, tearing off a chunk with his sharp goblin teeth. “Eh, you three is overthinkin’ it. We can either save golden boy or we can’t. Important thing is stoppin’ Zovaal from fuckin’ EVERYTHING up.” he nodded.

The three of them looked at each other, then shrugged.

“I… suppose you have a point…” muttered Nelen.

“Anduin wouldn’t want us to risk it if it meant Zovaal might win somehow.” added Jaie.

“Ya mon, we gotta fookin’ get ta Zovaal before we be doin’ anythin’.” nodded Mola’raum as he finished his skewer.

Jaie frowned, "Still, how could he have planned for all that?" she muttered, "I mean what if Arthas hadn't gone to Northrend, or if he'd waited and led a bigger force after Mal'ganis? What if he hadn't taken up Frostmourne? There's just so many things that could have gone wrong for Zovaal... but..."

Mola’raum shook his head, “ 'cause worst case scenario, he just be waitin' longer. Tink about it. Zovaal be immortal, even if dis plan fook up, he just gotta wait fer another opportunity ta be comin’ ‘n try again. Time just be a detail ta him. He didn’t plan all dis fookin’ stuff ta set dis up, he just been down in de Maw wit’ a ton of time ‘n nothin’ ta lose.”

Grimo smirked around a mouthful of meat, “Yeah toots, ya spend enough time buildin’ a poker hand, tossin’ out cards ‘n buyin’ new ones, sooner or later yer gonna get a straight. It’s a given. We gotta worry about time runnin’ out, big ol’ greytits there didn’t. Simple as that. Even if the other Eternals found out, he's already in the fuckin' Maw! What're they gonna do? Send him to Super-Double-Maw-Thats-Even-Worse-Somehow?” shrugged the goblin. “He had nothin’ but time and only had ta get lucky ONCE.” he nodded, holding up a finger, “… but we’re the bad luck he didn’t count on.” he grinned.

Mola’raum snorted, “Yeah bruddah, but now he’s got Anduin ‘n he’s at th’ fookin Sepulcher ‘n he got his full powah back. He gonna have ta be REALLY fookin’ unlucky…”

Jaie nodded at that, quickly finishing off her own skewer, then standing up. “Anyways guys I saw a beer tent set up outside Haven. I’m going to go check it out with Dareley. He should just be getting back by now.” she said.

“Ya, it be ‘bout time fer my patrol round. Latah bruddahs.” he said, climbing to his feet, then shouldering his spear and ambling out of the camp, snapping his fingers as his ghoul clawed its way free of the ground to follow him. A moment later an Enlightened ran up, cursed after him, then began to work with a shovel to undo the damage where the ghoul came out of the ground.

Nelen sighed and adjusted his glasses. The idea that Zovaal’s plan had simply been a streak of lucky co-incidences and happy accidents mixed with actual plotting and planning didn’t help the mage’s mood… but what could he do? It was do or die time, one way or another.

Across the clearing that made up Haven Jaie and Dareley were sampling some of the ale that was being sold, the small brew stand actually belonging to another pandaren, though two grummles were managing it. Jaie didn’t know where they came from or how they got here, but she didn’t complain.

Dareley took a swig, then let out a whoof and exhaled. “Woooah! Now this stuff got ah bloody kick ta it!” he grinned, “Whatcha say they call this ale lad?” he asked.

The grummle barman nodded with a big grin. “Boss calls it ‘Earthshaker Stout!’ Very strong, very good beer. You like?” he asked.

“Aye lad I do! Another round!” replied the dwarf, slapping another coin onto the counter as the grummle got out a keg and refilled him.

Jaie giggled, “So where’s your boss?” she asked, “I’d love to get the recipe for this one.” she nodded, fanning her face. It felt hot, far hotter than it should have. A pandaren could hold their beer, but this was some beer!

The grummle shook his head, “So sorry, so sorry. Can't tell recipe! Trade secret! Telling secrets VERY unlucky!” replied the small creature. “Boss out anyways, getting ingredients. Boss wanted to find stuff to make beer from here, said Zereth Mortis could make bear nobody taste before!”

Dareley chuckled, “Aye, she knows. Can’t blame a lass for tryin’ tho eh? He’s right about that tho, I’d look forward ta samplin’ it once he’s done.” he smirked, downing his own drink again as Jaie finished off her’s. “Aye, well, that’s enough fer one night… I’m gonna bed down, ye comin’ lass?” he asked Jaie.

The pandaren nodded, yawning. “Yeah… good nightcap though…” she smiled, tossing a couple silver on the counter as a tip, then heading off with her friend.

As she did however a large pandaren man ambled over to the table. The grummle looked up and grinned at him, “Boss! Were you lucky finding ingredients?” he asked.

“Oh yeah Slowhands, very lucky. Got some neat stuff here I think could make some great ale.” grinned the Pandaren, looking at the two customers leaving. “Hah, they like the brew?” he asked, jerking a thumb at Jaie and Dareley. His accent was very deeply country, sounding reminiscent of the farmers of Halfhill and that area.

“Yes yes boss! Very happy, very good tippers!” it grinned back.

The pandaren watched them go, stroking his beard, one hand resting on the handle of a mace at his belt. It was an odd mace, a wooden pandaren one, sturdy with metal reinforcements, but the head was hollow and made to look like a beer keg… not just look like one, but actually act like one too judging by how it sloshed when he moved. “Hmm…” he muttered.

“Boss?” asked Slowhands.

“… nah, prolly nothin… just… those two seem really familiar for some reason.” he muttered, idly reaching up and adjusting a red bandana holding his hair back. “Gotta be my imagination, don’t worry bout it little feller.”

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there is no reality you need to try to change except for your inner reality. you have an entire eternal reality that literally shapes, molds, and modifies everything you could think of. all you have to do is just imagine it in a different way. imagine the reality you want to live. in ur head rn, go ahead. what do u see ?? ur perfect body, ur perfect life, ur perfect partner ?? ok. great. now describe what you see to urself, in ur head, out loud, out on paper, whatever u want.

now there you go, now it is yours. super simple right ?? AHT AHT AHT NO !! you do not need to do anything else at all. you're not getting anything, you already have everything u just said you have.

what ?? ur asking what to do if it doesn't come ?? oh come on, honestly do u hear urself ? oh.. oh this mf must be blind as fuck. close ur eyes again, imagine the reality you want to live. in ur head rn, go ahead. what do u see ?? ur perfect body, ur perfect life, ur perfect partner ?? ok. great. when in doubt, the only thing you need to refer to for clarity and reassurance is the you in your imagination. that's literally all that matters, babe.

it's not even being delusional, it's simple realization. the 3d is real, it exists, but not without your imagination and assumptions. there are so so so many realities where you have ur perfect body, ur perfect life, ur perfect partner, everything you just saw and more. so of course, you can effortlessly assume your way into that reality with 0 effort. all u need to do is think. once u think, it comes to u naturally. just don't go against it, don't tell yourself u have something but then talk to urself like u don't ??

the 3d must conform to you and match your desires, until then it means nothing to you. i have gotten literally so many things just by persisting in my assumption and not letting the 3d affect me at all. i love daydreaming, using my imagination, all that. so i just put it to use. visualize, affirm, daydream, and live in ur imagination. don't worry about forgetting a bit about ur 'current' reality, that's the point. u have it in your mind, therefore u have it. so start acting like it !! stop telling yourself you don't.

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(｀Δ´) ﹒ ❋﹒🪑 ﹒manifestation lesson two !? ﹐✩

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# WAIT,, JAIE HOW DO U MANIFEST . . . !!! 🩹 ★?!% a step by step on how i manifest

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manifesting is so easy, honestly. this is just how i do it to keep it fun and to immerse myself with my desire. again, this is just how i do it- you do not need to take what i say as if it’s scripture. feel free to change steps so that it works better for you, or don’t do any of these steps at all.. idc. don’t overcomplicate it, i know it seems too good to be true but have a little faith in urself.

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⌔﹒first things first, the obvious, choose what u want ( duh ). now if ur manifesting your desired face or desired body, it’s ok if u don’t know exactly what you want !!!

⌔﹒second step. now this is where it gets fun !! knowing your power. to do this you just get in the state of having it all, i do like to hype myself up a lil bit. ! i just casually affirm to myself, here’s a few affs :

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wow, i am so amazing.

i’ve manifested so many major things, it should be illegal how powerful i am.

as long as i keep persisting in an assumption, there is no way that the assumption won't occur in my physical reality.

i can change literally whatever the fuck i want.

i manifest instantly.

nothing in this world is above me.

anything is possible, since infinite realities exist.

everything ALWAYS works out in my favor.

it’s not my dream life, my dream body, or my dream anything. it’s my life, my body, and my perfect everything.

i am the key to my success.

everything i need is within me already.

damn i look perfect today.

manifesting is actually so easy.

i am the pedestal.

i am above every method and rule.

i could never fail.

knowing my desire is more than enough for it to manifest.

i’m so powerful, i give myself instant results.

YOU DONT NEED TO COPY THESE JUST SAY WHATS COMFORTABLE.

⌔﹒step 3. occupy the state !! align your thoughts with the assumption that u have whatever it is you are manifesting. right now is when you decide it is yours.

i want you to understand that routines work because you think it does. so, right here, right now, i want you to choose something. anything !! drinking water ?? listening to a certain song ?? visualizing for a few seconds ?? choose smth.

tw // slight mentions of death + intrusive thoughts

i personally have moments where i feel like i HAVE to do something to prevent it from happening. i get these intrusive thoughts, i literally have panic attacks for not keeping my shoes in the right order thinking that not doing that is gonna lead to some bigger, life-threatening event. like mayb we’d have to evacuate but my shoes wont be in the right place so when i do have to evacuate i’ll get the wrong shoes and mayb die.. yea my mind does this to me like 5 times a day.

end of the triggering section ^^

so i use this to my advantage, i tell myself that keeping the pile of journals i have on my desk stacked nicely will prevent me from not shifting to the reality where i have my desire. on top of this, i energy charge my water ( not necessary, just fun ) and say that finishing my whole bottle by the end of the day will guarantee my desire being mine once i wake up. for some reason, i think i need complex methods so i even dance to music while affirming and say that will give me my desire as well.

⌔﹒once i do all of this, i just live in my head. i daydream and talk to myself, putting myself in situations that have to do with my desire. like if i am manifesting clear skin, i’d walk around my room talking to ‘people’ who are asking for my skin care routine, asking why i have such clear skin, etc. after this, i usually go to sleep. then that’s it !!

if u want u can affirm as you fall asleep !! yk, use sats to ur advantage.

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⌔﹒choose ur desire.

⌔���affirm casually on how powerful u are !!

⌔﹒occupy the state, use little things and say that it’s helping u get ur desire. mayb use actions that are oftently found in methods, example : scripting, affirming in the mirror, listening to a certain song, counting then affirming between each number, etc.

⌔﹒go about ur day as if u have ur desire.

⌔﹒affirm as u fall asleep if u want.

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whatever you think will get u ur desire, will get u ur desire. it’s all about what you believe in. know you have it and just persist in that knowledge. ur math teacher tells you 200 + 345 equals 545, you’ll believe it right ?? because they’re the professional. you’re the professional in your reality, so accept ur desire as fact. you’re the one who would know, YOU’RE THE PRO. what you say, goes. wouldn’t you know it, i’m a poet.

anyways, what did we learn today ?? manifesting really is effortless. this won’t fail you, you could never fail yourself.

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[cyberjaiee]

(｀Δ´) ﹒ ❋﹒📦 ﹒manifestation lesson one !? ﹐✩

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# WHAT THE HELL IS MANIFESTING . . . !!! 🩹 ★?!% ft. my personal manifestation back story

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i was reading a post on pinterest one day and i fully realized just what it is when i’m manifesting. unfortunately, the post had no credits ( it was cropped out because ppl tend to think that’s a good idea.. ) but if u think i’m referring to your post, shoot me a dm and i’ll edit in credits !!

thankfully, i wasn’t in my law of attraction phase for long. i practiced law of attraction beliefs when i had first started shifting in 2018.

i thought i needed to take a shower, read my script, clean my room, stay happy, all of the law of attraction bullshit, in order to shift. i thought i had to do all this before attempting to shift in order for it to be a successful shift. of course, that never worked because like i said, it’s bullshit. so since it didn’t work i took a break, for a couple of years lol. i didn’t get back into shifting until 2021 when i had became unhappy with my body bc of personal experiences, so i desired change. yes, when it blew up on tiktok. i became reliant on it because i wanted to do anything i could to get away from my void ( current ) reality. i was using shifting as a desperate escape, i became obsessed. then i stopped again, because obviously it wasn’t working. then, i started hating my body again as old memories started resurfacing. they started to haunt me more and more.

in comes : subliminals.

i’ve known what subliminals were since 2017 when i started listening to subliminals to improve myself mentally, in hope my parents would be proud of the person i had become. i’m not going to get into that at all in this post so anyways-

when i started hating my body in 2021, i started listening to subliminals for a flatter chest, flatter stomach, tiny waist, abs- yk…. the things dysphoria can do to you. my desires where all over the place as i was still unsure what my gender identity was. one day, while listening to subliminals, a video was recommended to me.

in comes : hyler.

i love hyler with my entire being. without her i probably wouldn’t have found the law of assumption for a while. to this day, i still watch hyler just for fun, i love her energy and she frequently adds a new perspective with how i manifest. but anyways, hylers full explanation on what the law of assumption was, was the video that i watched. instantly, i fell in love. i loved the law of assumption and had more faith in it. since discovering, i binged all of the videos she had posted at that time was able to manifest plenty of things, but all of the ‘big’ manifestations came in ‘late’.

for a while i stopped consciously manifesting but would still watch hyler until she mentioned another youtuber and i checked her out as well.

in comes : sammy ingram.

i started watching sammy for self-concept and physical appearance related things. i liked her confidence so i listened and with this i was able to work on my self-concept a bit, but no major changes. after a while, i started wanting my ex back…. an embarrassing era tbh.

now i don’t watch sammy anymore, i personally do not like what she teaches and you’ll understand why very soon.

this is not with the intent to start drama or throw any types of shade. i’m simply stating some beliefs i had which, tbh, where both me and sammy’s fault.

now that we’re done with my goofy ass manifestation origin story, let’s get back on track. the pinterest post. sammy often preached about ( past tense bc idk what she talks abt now ) saturating your subconscious mind. she would talk about keeping a mental diet, affirming as much as you could, etc etc. and back then, i took it as truth. subliminals would talk about the same thing, saying : listen at least 30 mins a day, stick to your playlist, only listen to one topic then flush etc etc. now, i realize how untrue all of this is.

i would make subliminals with affirmations like ‘ive always had clear skin’ or ‘i already have my results’ but i would always look at it as revision affs. the truth is, i have TRULY always had clear skin. i actually do ALREADY have my results

every version of yourself from every reality you exist in is morphed into you. you are every single version of yourself that is possible. once you realize this, you’re at your highest power constantly. reality exist, the physical reality is real, just not in the way you think. its a real reality but not 'your' reality. not the one you're meant to be conscious of. you are able to shift anywhere easily and instantly, there's literally nothing that can stop you. there are infinite realities, there is a change in each reality. even the smallest changes exist in another reality. the small fact that a piece of your rug is facing another direction in this moment, is a reality in itself. everything is the same, except the fact that a piece of your rug is facing another direction, right now. any change that could possibly exist, no matter how many changes there are, it does.

when you shift realities, you are not yeeting your body into some other dimension with the possibility of being stuck, no. a shift in reality is simply a shift in consciousness. in one reality you aren’t even reading this post, in another you stopped reading a few seconds ago, but in this one, in the reality you are consciously aware of, you are still reading this. you’re constantly shifting, each moment you are shifting to a reality where you are doing what you are doing right now, thinking what you’re thinking right now, ykwim ?

ok that was a lot.. are you still with me ??

when you shift, you become aware of another reality that simultaneously exists with the one you are aware of right now. you don’t create anything, it already exists. you are simply unaware of that reality.

like i said before, you are one with every you in each reality always. you are never GETTING anything, it has always been yours. listening to subliminals, affirming, etc, it’s all just a reminder of what you already have. for example, i tell myself : ‘i have a tiny waist.’ of course i do. there is a reality where i have a super tiny waist and all i’m doing is becoming aware that it’s something i have. everything is the same, but instead, i now have a tiny waist. i'm in that reality now.

i used to think you’d have to work on your self-concept to manifest. when really, i don’t need to do anything but become aware. you don’t need to do anything but occupy the state of having your desire. you do not need to remove all your limiting beliefs, you don't need to saturate your subconscious, you don't need to go on a mental diet, you don’t have to fully believe or work on your self-concept, stop trying to be so perfect and stop abiding by these rules that never existed. trust yourself, know that everything you want is already yours. once you occupy this state, once you realize you are just shifting to a reality that you already exist in, you will realize just how easy and effortless this all truly is. when i listen to subs i’m reminding myself of what i have, same with visualizing, affirming, etc. my physical ( 3d ) reality has already conformed, i am just becoming aware of the reality where that is obvious. i’m not getting my desire, i’m reminding myself that i’ve had it for as long as i wanted.

this is why people say thinking of your desire brings it to you. it’s not an exaggeration for fast results, it’s true. the moment i desire something, i realize that there are infinite realities and infinite versions of me that already have what i desire. so, by getting into the mindset of having my desires, my reality will shift to give me my desires. i persist in the assumption that i already have what i want and instantly there is evidence of it in my physical reality. whatever i keep assuming manifests because my subconscious will find it true and will make me aware of the reality where that exists. i just change my thoughts.

in the next post i will explain what i do to manifest,, yk so that its fun and extra <33

side note - when i was checking my timeline i came across these angel numbers lol, was scared as hell to post this but i am seeing this as reassurance,, if u like this pls lmk :

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