#Billy Highman

[flo-machina]

Look, Billy, you like Loira, right? Give her flowers. Give her so many flowers. Shower her in rose petals. Alternatively, give her your heart in a jar. I mean, technically, giving it to her in a box of chocolates is more romantic, but she'll appreciate that you went through the effort to properly preserve your heart if you put it in a jar.

@ms-winford I was cleaning out my ask box of ancient RP prompts and I--

[kottkrig]

Commission for @glitchflo

[fence-macabre]

Dated 10/25/33

((Featuring @kottkrig‘s nastiest boy, transcriptions under the cut))

Banshee Loyalists Bound For Incarceration

By the dozens, Banshee Loyalists are being manacled and dragged off to holding and processing facilities where they await trial for their involvement in the Banshee Queen's War Crimes. Varying widely between the publicly devout to the allegedly innocent, Forsaken, Orcs, Trolls, Goblins, and anyone else suspected of keeping affiliation with the now-ousted Warchief are being rounded up by the Origrammar Guard with little questioning or evidence, and in most cases, without warrant. Handfuls of the accused have been quickly exonerated, correlating strongly with their access to attorney, or signing plea bargains for significantly reduced sentences, but receiving a criminal record all the same. But most citizens apprehended in this manner have not been seen since. Orgrimmar Guard has been questioned on the whereabouts of the missing prisoners, but had no comment to offer. The actions taken by the Orgrimmar Guard currently are reminiscent of just a short time ago during Garrosh Hellscream's reign as Warchief, where his Kor'kron freely acted as an extension of Hellscream's tyrannical rule...

V&M™ BURIED IN BANSHEE’S SCANDAL!

Vigor & Morris™, a longstanding pillar in the Forsaken community, exploded in the scene shortly before the Cataclysm. Since then, they had built a strong and trusted reputation as the Forsaken community's premiere supplier of Un-Life Aids and Creature Comforts of the Night. However, documents have been uncovered by Horde Internal Investigative Affairs that show their direct connection to the Banshee Queen's now-criminalized War Campaign. As such, Horde Leaders have deemed it wise to seize their assets and shut down their operations shortly after their Investigators uncovered their ongoing Blight Manufacturing, well after the post-Banshee Blight Ban was instated (which was immediately ratified after the Banshee Queen's abdication of power). Archibald Vigor and Terrel Morris had this to say in an official public statement: "We here at Vigor & Morris™ have only strived to serve the Forsaken community through ethical business practice and quality product. Our politics are irrelevant to our business model and we will be prepared to face all charges in the court of law. That said, we do not condone the manufacture of Blight or other products designed to bring harm to anyone, Living or Un-Living. The Horde's overreach in this instance will be fought through litigation. Until then, we ask our loyal customers to continue to purchase what remains of our fine line of modern innovations...

Silverpine Man Breaks World Record For Health, Labor Code Violations

Local restaurant owner and notorious figure amongst the community, Sidney "Sid" Scapula, was unavailable for comment due to sudden disappearance shortly after delivery of violation notices were made. His establishment, The Bloated Rat, is largely designed and marketed to serve undead customers but recently extended its reach to appeal to the living as well. Shortly thereafter, the complaints were submitted rapidly: "Even if the food was fresh, and it wasn't, the conditions of the establishment are well below that of any side-street food cart in the dingiest alleys of Orgrimmar. I shan't eat here again!" - Tolaryn Dusktender "A horrible experience. I got halfway through my Pit-Roasted Mutton Sandwich before it changed into a human hand. It was clearly polymorphed and I am extremely traumatized. I honestly went there specifically to be friendly with...

[luminess-brightcoil]

Plans for Shadowlands!

You’ll find Lumi gravitating towards the light, no doubt about it! As for anyone else who might get some Actual Screen Time, well, here they will be!

((Template by @kottkrig​, material for other characters can be found at @glitchphil​))

[thornbolts]

10/12 Occult Faire Purchases

For once, Remington Thornbolt wasn't a vendor, and she celebrated the prospect of visiting a market where she was just a nameless face, unshackled by infamy or even her undead nature.

These were the times Remington treasured, the normalcy. Meeting Realta and Sabanth here was a surprise, but far from an unwelcome one. The two had been traveling through Lordaeron, hoping to dip into Hillsbrad to Silverpine.

A good choice; Tirisfal Glades was nothing but a blighted wasteland. Even the dead could not survive. The Blight did not discriminate.

But when the two mentioned they’d be going down to Uther’s Tomb, something nagged at the forsaken’s conscience: Andorhal. The city wasn’t far. Remington offered a black glass rose to Realta, a selfish request to lay the piece at the town square in respect of May. 

Gregory nor Remington ever gave her a proper burial. Andorhal was ground zero during the Plague and a war zone for Scourge, Alliance, and Horde for so many years. For all the resilience and thick skin the hunter had attained throughout the years, facing the place where she had lost everything was too much.

Purchases:

Kul Tiran Hydromancy Purification Oil (for Leontine Lowtide)

The secrets of Kul Tiran tidesage hydromancy are locked near-exclusively behind their cultural gates.

Since their inclusion into the fold of the Alliance, attempts have been made to secure the method by which these hardy oceanic people use pools of purified water to view the past, present, and future with little to no effort - or connection to the leylines.

One method explained poorly by a drunken acolyte - plied by many, many rounds - was that tidesages bless a pool of water, and then add drops of oil from the processing of a very rare fish into that pool; this would create an oil-slicked surface that granted the tidesage commune with the past, present or future.

This oil has been procured by that source, and those familiar with the practice may be relieved or angered to find a source of considerable holy oil away from Boralus, or their homeland.

"Leo,

I know how bad you miss your home. This oil caught my eye when I first saw it. I ain't know much about ttidesages, but this seems like a little piece of home you can treasure.

Keep your chin up.

-Rem."

---

Hyldnir Rune-painted Bones (for Remington Thornbolt)

A bag of mostly intact bones recovered from mass graves dug outside of vrykul settlement areas.

These are scattered remains of the Hyldnir - those that attempted to ascend by battle to the position of ruling Ulduar by the side of Thorim, due to the unfortunate death of his beloved Sif.

The unworthy frost vrykul Hyldnir that perish in these rounds of combat are buried in a mass grave, their caretakers indifferent to ensuring their spirits are honored by their body's proper internment. This left their bones exposed to the frigid cold and fleeting magic of Icecrown.

These bones have been collected by those who would desecrate them for turning down allegiance to the Lich King; inscribed with runes for empowerment, they can instead be cast as reading bones for divination.

Ever since she studied under Alton, the elderly Thornspeaker who Remington once nursed back to health in return for shelter, bone reading had become a hobby for the undead.

Even Remington knew powerful bones once she saw them. And these bones were to be added to her existing set.

---

Imported Incense Bundle (for Pastor Floemarch and Loira Winford)

Several varieties of Pandaria’s most beloved and highly exported incense bundles. Crafted in the heights of Kun-Lai and packaged with a small wood plate upon which to rest the stick upright for clean, compact burning. Each stick is thickly applied with incense and has a base of a thick river reed, guaranteeing a long, slow burn time for optimal scent distribution.

These incense bundles come in four scents, and each bundle has ten sticks.

Dragon’s Blood, a cloying cinnamon scent with an undertone of rich amber and orange (for Pastor Floemarch) x10

Vibrant Garden, a scent of the Dream following a rainstorm; earthy and herbal. (for Loira Winford) x10

“Pastor Floemarch,

When you get the chance, I got a request to make of you. Ain’t nothing bad. Just holler when yer free.

Figured that you might enjoy this scent. It’s the least I could do for allowing us to shack up on the property.

Thank you for being the spiritual anchor for this little family we’ve all made together.

Embrace the shadow, pastor.

-Rem”

-

“Loira,

I got a suspicion I know what yer doin’. Yer bloody staff and singed robes ain’t exactly subtle. Keep it away from the caravan, and we’ll be solid. Anyone asks, I don’t know anything.  

You know I worry. Stay safe, you hear?

Remember: Patience. Discipline.

-Rem”

--

Protection Spell Kit x5 (for Billy Highman)

Are you a warrior with no Holy Shield? A loved one in danger? This spell will create a barrier around your friends or home to keep out unwanted enemies and spirits.

This kit contains: Protection Candle Vial of Heart Poultice Carved Moonstone Pouch of Dreamfoil Instruction Scroll

“Billy,

I know you try yer best when we get in the inevitable fight. I don’t know much about magic, but the instructions on these kits should provide some sort of protection if you do it right.

Remind me to help you with your aim later when you’re free. Just dawned on me we haven’t gone on a bonafide adventure ever since you first joined the caravan.

-Rem”

--

Dispel Spell Kit x5 (for Ryeolan Quillsong)

Has someone cast dark magic on you, did you accidentally turn your wife into an Artichoke? This kit will help you undo your mistakes and counter that curse!

This kit contains: Vanilla Bean Candle Draenic Ink Diamond Chips Bag of Prayer Beads. Instruction Scroll

“Ry,

I’ll admit it: I laughed my ass off when I saw the pair of eyes I assume you drew on the back of pops’ head. I got you a little something-something. Ain’t too learned in magic, but these should help if you ever get in over your head. 

They’re dispel kits. If something goes real bad, just use these instructions to reverse it.

You help brighten up the caravan, and I’m always grateful for it. Keep at it.

-Rem”

--

Purple Glitter Bullets? (for Remington Thornbolt from Realta & Sabanth)

A small box of bullets specialized for long distance rifles. When they hit a target, aside from the damage they also explode in a fine glittering powder which comes in a color determined by the box which is both safe to eat and also stays on for at least 6 hours before washing. 

Whether you are claiming your prize in a hunt, trying to make sure you can find a trespasser you managed to clip, or just want to add that extra bit of play to your gun-play these bullets are the Cogs Crank!"

The undead was definitely caught off-guard as this strange ammunition found its way into her palms by the two nightborne. While these probably weren’t as lethal as actual ammunition, the hunter reckoned she could use these as tagging rounds to mark whatever encroaches on the Respite--And also as a prank to shoot someone in the ass with.

--

Locket of Mother’s Love x2 (for Gregory Thornbolt & Remington Thornbolt)

These lockets are a simple gold brass, polished and opening to two empty photo frames. If placed to the heart when thinking of fond memories of one’s mother, the locket will emblazon its insides with two pictures of your mother - even if none are in existence. 50 silver.

The ability to cry was long gone, but sadness was ever present when Remington thought of her mother. May Thornbolt was the first to pass from the Plague of Undeath.

The forsaken had nothing of her mother save for the gambler’s hat which was always present on her head.

As Remington pressed the locket over the cavity of where her heart would be, the locket shimmered with two pictures:

A photograph of May Thornbolt leading a young Remington by the hand through the forests and another of the priestess smiling, cheek pressed against her daughter’s.

The Fence Macabre would now see the forsaken always wearing the locket.

(Mentions: @hinahinagray, @ms-winford, @glitchphil, @lynaeclarke)

[flo-machina]

I posted 729 times in 2022

That's 356 more posts than 2021!

25 posts created (3%)

704 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 61 of my posts in 2022

#frog - 17 posts

#instrumentalityposting - 3 posts

#billy highman - 3 posts

#it me - 3 posts

#art - 3 posts

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#youtube - 3 posts

#yeah - 2 posts

#too punk - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 98 characters

#i would sell out the entire human race to breathe the same air as fairuza balk for fifteen seconds

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Look, Billy, you like Loira, right? Give her flowers. Give her so many flowers. Shower her in rose petals. Alternatively, give her your heart in a jar. I mean, technically, giving it to her in a box of chocolates is more romantic, but she'll appreciate that you went through the effort to properly preserve your heart if you put it in a jar.

@ms-winford I was cleaning out my ask box of ancient RP prompts and I--

8 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

I log into Tumblr first thing in the morning and see eighty thousand posts by @avant--garbage and it just makes me go "ah, Morning"

10 notes - Posted December 6, 2022

#3

The first girl that broke my heart post transition didn't really saddle me with any trauma but ze inspired in me a deep adoration of Folk Punk which is basically the same thing

20 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#2

Good morning new class of Tumblr I'm here to report the new Sexyman for you to obsess over and it's... Shania Twain!

148 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Transfemmes having their online egos destroyed and reformed like

407 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

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[flo-machina]

Billy's Not All There...

The Former Salesman of Death swirled into existence before the Vagrant's Respite, clutching his Hearthstone tightly with a shaking grip. His arm falls to his side limply as he hangs his head, sighing out a long, exhausted and damp squorkle through his face-mess. After a moment, he tucks the Hearthstone back into his inside jacket pocket, where it dully clinks and clanks against the cursed device on his chest, his Necromantex™ Un-Life Support Device.

Never before had his step looked quite so heavy. No longer carrying its jaunty spring of optimism, the Former Salesman of Death drags his heels towards the front door of the Respite. Reaching into another pocket, he fumbles for his keys. He holds them up before his bleary eyes, squinting in the dark as he flips through key after key, quivering in his grasp until he finally reaches the one he needs.

Despite this motion being one that he had performed many countless hundreds of times before, his aim is off: He misses the keyhole. And he tries again. And once again, fails to make its destination.

His hands struggle for stability even more now as he starts to hyperventilate for the second time this night. Again, and again, this simple task cannot be done, be it by erring aim or clouded vision, he then falls forward. His skull KLONKS against the heavy wooden door, and his balled, boney fist comes immediately after.

Billy Highman loses his composure on the front stoop of home, his head sliding down the door like a slope, body twisting around until he falls on his duff rather than his knees... His knees that come clutched against his chest as he tucks his face into them.

The keys clatter on the single-stepped stone stoop, and he weeps.

Nobody's home but him. And now... know he knows: neither is he.

[fence-macabre]

TWERK/OFF!!

“I went to the @succulent-tart booth for the twerk off and I gone done twerk’t my ass clean off!! This is after I just learnt twerkin’ ain’t got nothin’ to do with fixin’ pipes! Dicenne invited me to come back and try again but I don’t think Miss Loira’s gonna wanna fix me up again...”

(( @worlds-faire-carnival​, @ms-winford​, @rimeshard​ ))

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[fence-macabre]

Limited Edition Fence Macabre Hearthstone Cards! Collect them all!!

Part 1 of ?

(( @thornbolts, @glitchphil, @hinahinagray, @ms-winford ))

[fence-macabre]

PLEASE HELP US FIND THE BOY!!

[flo-machina]

Deathday Introductions!

(Billy Highman by @kottkrig​)

William Robert Highman is a Forsaken man, unearthed at the beginning of the Legion campaign in a ceremonial raising of new Forsaken to celebrate the Banshee Queen’s rise to power. After emerging from the ground and settling into his new Unlife, Billy got his start cleaning out stables and performing local tasks for the people of Brill. It was a tough, hardscrabble existence, but he was just happy to have another chance at “Life.”

One day, a man came to town, dressed in the finest pinstriped suit and pulling behind him a dazzling, multi-functional portable pop-up vending stand, featuring products from Vigor & Morris™, a company that manufactures Un-Life Aids & Creature Comforts for the sake of keeping Forsaken citizens well, fresh, and happy. Amazed by the man and his dizzying sales acumen, Billy was presented with the opportunity to join the Vigor & Morris™ sales force... and he wasted no time pursuing this career filled with promises of growth and prosperity!

After sometime, he met the @thornbolts​, and they quickly decided that Billy’s can-do attitude, hard work ethic, professional charm and beyond pleasant company would not only be an asset to the Fence Macabre, but truly a boon. Since then, Billy’s remained loyal to Remington and Gregory Thornbolt above all else, seeing them as his own family. And it may as well be so, for the poor lad has no memory of his life as a living human in Lordaeron.

Six months ago, Billy went off to attend a Vigor & Morris™ Sales Seminar in Orgrimmar at the Varok Saurfang Memorial Conference Center... and was not heard from again. The Fence Macabre has been actively investigating his mysterious disappearance, hoping their boy is still safe and sound. And hopefully soon, for Deathday approaches soon, and he can’t miss that!

Currently, he is working towards surviving his current predicament, so he can just get back to work and life his gosh-darn Un-Life!

[flo-machina]

Mancer Traits: Billy Highman!!

Picrew Here!

𝒑𝒚𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

warm face | half-filled lighters | extinguished matchsticks | charcoal-covered hands | ashfall | drops of sweat | melted candles | scorchmarks | wild dancing | hot sauce collection

𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

icicle fingers | springwater canteens | salty skin | rain on water | chipped seashells | snowflakes on eyelashes | long soaks | whitewater rapids | ice-skates | ripples on a still lake

𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

birdsongs | gentle sighs | whistle calls | haunting melodies | suffocating stillness | popped ears | windchimes | booming laughter | swirling cyclones | thundercracks

𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

earthenware | callused palms | loose change | glittery gemstones | loamy soil | sand-filled shoes | clay masks | bouldering | wire-wrapping | magma pools

𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

bleached bones | glass jars | anatomical models | erratic heartbeats | clammy touches | sickly sweet smells | shivers up your spine | oozing fluids | blank stares | thin veils

𝒛𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

seedlings | woven threads | pots of salve | well wishes | bundles of flowers | children playing | soft cozy beds | fresh cut grass | petal cascades | surgeon’s knots

𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

prisms | adrenaline rushes | open doors | old notes | filled bookcases | everything in its place | glowing runes | shimmering mirrors | chiming clocks | decks of cards

𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

forgotten memories | diminishing returns | absolute silence | dark sclera | lockboxes | self-actualization | superblack | disassembled mechanisms | steep investments | shattered expectations

Tagged by: @hinahinagray​

Tagging: @yeehawelf​, @the-real-arcanist-val​, @chortlerip​, @yaranyarai​, @star-spire​, @luminess-brightcoil​

[flo-machina]

CAT-ASS-TROPHIC!!

... And he never Twerk’t again. Doctor’s orders.

Big thank you to #succulent-tart and @hearthehowling-art​ for commemorating my TWO CRITICAL FAILS by immortalizing Billy’s catasstrophe in this brilliant art. The @worlds-faire-carnival​ has been an absolute blast and I’m so glad to be doing good by goofing around! 

Please consider contributing to their GoFundMe Campaign benefitting St Jude’s!

[fence-macabre]

Death of a Salesman Pt II: Dirty Business

(The following is an excerpt from the ongoing campaign within the Fence Macabre, continued from Part I: Field of Screams...)

Our heroes approached the Varok Saurfang Memorial Conference Center to find that it had been deserted for quite some time. The doors were locked (seemingly Goblin-proofed), and scaling the walls would be a bigger giveaway than a dead fish in a flower shop. As they considered their options, Remington noticed hoof-tracks that led to behind the large dumpsters in the side alley… hoof-tracks belonging to none other than Bumpo the Forsaken Goat, Billy’s trusted steed and business partner! 

Remington attempted to see if Bumpo could track Billy by showing him Billy’s Missing Poster, only to provide the goat with an impromptu snack. The gang then reasoned that if Bumpo has been here and gone without harm all this time, another half-hour or so wouldn’t be much more trouble, and set about breaking into the nearby emergency exit with a smelly, rusted crowbar Remy had found in the nearby dumpsters (not as cool a find as Ratbit’s Perfectly Edible Tuna Hoagie with Extra Pickles, but more useful in this instance). With a group effort, the trio triumphed over this trifling tribulation, traipsing towards the troubling trials ahead...

At last: Inside the Varok Saurfang Memorial Conference Center, into what appeared to be a standard boardroom repurposed for holding coats, luggage, and miscellaneous storage, and performing as an ad hoc office. The seminar was in full swing by the time disaster struck, it seemed. After some careful combing for clues, they found a familiar face in a strange place (along with the lad’s trademark rolling-pop-top-suitcase):

Ratbit pulled a paper out, "Billy's running for ... what?" She sounded out the name, "Braaa-zelll-ton. I thought his name was Billy." Starships: "Who's Brazelton?" Stars raised an eyebrow from the other side.  Remington: "Runnin’ for President 'a the Forsaken. Some kinda prank from last year, No idea who the hell Brazelton is though." 

From there, the crack team of investigators determined that it was time to split up and cover more ground. Starships went forward, into the Atrium. It was never cleaned up from the raid performed on the Vigor & Morris™️ Employee Seminar and its attendees, as dozens of tables being prepped for meals were overturned, silverware scattered, blood and ichor on the tablecloths, a great dishonor before the majestic Varok Saurfang Memorial Fountain. 

While Starships stood Starstruck, Remington uncovered a conference room with Vigor & Morris™️ New Product Demonstrations, formulas and patent designs on a whiteboard. The items tested were clearly absconded with as the scene laid in disarray from aggressive extraction of pencil-pushers. Though the three of them tried their best to make more sense of it all, they were left stumped, and so pressed on. 

The lobby, perhaps the bloodiest and most damaged scene of them all, left our heroes with deeper concern for everyone involved. How many made it out alive? And how many made it out alive and free? Ratbit found none of these answers at the apparently smash-and-grabbed Snack Cafe, where she did the only Virmane thing she could, and grabbed what snacks remained un-smashed. Remington found a schedule for the Seminar’s events, and resolved to figure out the date and time of when this raid took place...

Starships, meanwhile, experienced the struggle of a lifetime in the lock on the opposite boardroom, labeled “VIP Room.” Knowing full well that there’s absolutely going to be something worth while in any room with that letter combination on it, she set about infiltration. Despite assistance from Remy, the lock proved nigh-invulnerable (and her “Goblin” Army Knife quite useless) for quite some time… But not forever! Brute force won the day as Starships poured all her rage into fatally stabbing a door handle to death, a feat previously thought unimaginable! 

 And there, within, Starships found the damning evidence: Meeting notes from what must be the proverbial Higher Ups withing V&M™️… 

 “--impossible to do with the Horde Authorities breathing down our necks, and so this staged raid will be the perfect cover to abscond our best employees and researchers to somewhere where our work can continue safely, in the name of the Banshee Queen...”

“Said Horde Authorities apparently plan to obfuscate the destinations of our underlings using third party caravans and couriers. Luckily, with our wide net of interests, we already own many of the groups in the area, and will be able to track their movements so.” 

 Among those listed, three were circled in red pencil: Silverpine Package Services, Demon Deliveries, and  Boot-Jack’s Skeleton Crew… But there was more: 

“...--the perfect candidate for us to back in the no doubt inevitable elections to decide leadership of the Forsaken community. It will be easy to win him over to our side, as he already trusts Vigor & Morris™️ as a whole…” 

“We will give him all the funding he needs, and a running mate in Tom Brazelton (one of our up-and-comers from Accounting, a loyal numbers man to back our Charming Figurehead). When he wins, he will serve for a time, ‘disappear,’ and Tom will be in charge.”

Starships could barely contain her excitement as she gnabbed the papers and trotted off to find Remington, upstairs. Ratbit, having examined the opposite conference room, found an equally violently disrupted meeting on the topic of Keeping Up With The Competition, and obtained some interesting tidbits herself (but then again, when doesn’t she?): 

“--important to maintain watch over lesser competitors even if their reach does not hold much impact on our own numbers: Their experiences are useful data for our future experiences, and there is no reason to allow them to gain an edge…” 

“Even the Cult of the Forgotten Shadow must be observed in this, for they are still in the habit of giving away services we provide at no fee using their magicks. Local service providers such as Gold Cap Dentistry should also be edged out of the market if possible.” 

The two cheered each other on for their excellent corporate espionage as they found Remington, above, in the Amphitheater. The least distrubed out of all the areas, presumably there were not many people in this area at the time of the raid… as Remington read over the secrets uncovered by her squadmates, she knew immediately where their next move was, thanks to Loira's corroborative investigations elsewhere: tracking those caravans. Ratbit, ever the curious, uncovered a prepared shower of balloons and a banner to unfurl: 

“HIGHMAN/BRAZELTON ‘34!” 

It was clear that Vigor & Morris had every intention of launching the new campaign at this Seminar… but were obviously foiled... but by their own hand? Nothing was adding up.

Just then! A noise from downstairs! Who could it be?! The trio trod trepidatiously down the stairs and found a quartet of Orgrimmar Guard… The Patrol began, and our heroes needed to get out unseen! Using a mysterious ancient Virmen technique known as Gastromancy, Ratbit was able to lure away half the guard by Belching Her Voice into the Lobby… They tried to slip out on the other side of the matching stairs, but one of their pursuers approached! With quick thinking and comical timing, Ratbit had this situation in the bag… or should we say… in the banner? She trapped the guard under the recently unfurled banner and they zipped off to their exit... 

But not before Remington was spotted by a patrolling guard! With cat-like reflexes, cat-like precision, and cat-like ruthlessness, she threw the crowbar from the dumpster into the guard’s face! The impact, and stench, dazed him long enough to get out through the (now, more than ever) Emergency Exit. Ratbit used her Gastromancy once more to plant the rumor that the spotted invader was a disfigured human in a cowboy hat… which seemed to be believable enough for the guard, as they started shouting around to find exactly that.

The Fence Macabre uncovered a great deal of incriminating information... but can they use it to find their missing Billy, and whomever is behind all of these heinous, evil acts? 

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR ANOTHER EXCITING ADVENTURE WITH...

THE FENCE MACABRE!!

[fence-macabre]

World’s Fair Carnival InstaGrim Scrapbook Day Two!!

Come find the Fence Macabre at Booth #18 in Mar’at during the @worlds-faire-carnival​, a week long festival for the benefit of St. Jude’s and make some memories to last a(n) (un)life time!

Event Discord packed with info available here!

[flo-machina]

Tarot Card - Billy Highman

The Empress

You are only independent insofar as you have others to care for. This makes you dependent in your independence. They want your knowledge, your skills, your talents, your affection. What can they give in return? 

“Teeth” is not an acceptable answer, nor is “keeping the shadows to the corners”, nor is “glory”, nor is “love”. There is no acceptable answer, no gift of a magnitude which can match the thing you know, which is that they are taking from you. 

They are stealing from you. You should stop them from doing that, darling. You only have so much to give. You are not infinite, and when they have taken their last they will remind you of that. 

My advice is this: give enough to keep them at bay, but be careful. Their teeth can turn on you too. There is no easier way to make an animal dangerous than by feeding it.

Tagging: @thornbolts​, @hinahinagray​, @ms-winford​, @gnomercy​, @yeehawelf​