#HowlingOwl

[naturescenetics]

[konietzko-sylvoran]

Treading a Measure Through Time

Daily Writing Challenge Day 7 Dance 9/26

It started in Icecrown, our first dance with the Succulent Tarts outside their booth during the tournament of ages. The beats that night calling to us both though it took some playful coaxing from Jiro herself to get me in the mood to come out. A fact that I have thanked her for because I still feel that without her and the delightful Sharpen and Dice as they call him and their coaxing I would not have allowed myself the pleasure. I’ll never forget that night, because it was you my extravagant one who caught my eye first despite how delightful the tarts on display were moving. There was just something about your energy, your free spirit that shone above the rest. 

It continued into the Wonderlight Ball as the Tournament of ages brought out our best moves and we danced from start to finish all through the night along with our purchased dance partner from the auction who was such a delightful fellow and charming on the eyes. Truly a pleasure to come to know Sir. Eldroll however brief our time with him was. Yet the dance we shared just you and I after the Dragon Dance had separated the three of us for a time, that was when I truly let my heart hope that maybe... just maybe... this would not end here with one last dance.

You rose to the challenge that I had made to you in jest, when I asked you to show me your best and offer it to me in a first date of your liking. You took me to see not just any stars but those that hold special meaning to you. To a world I have never seen and shared with me a night that still steals my breath away from every action you took, every gift you gave, the food and the memories are and will always be locked away deep within my most treasured memories. But it was our dance that we finally got to share just you and I as the music played from the music box that you gifted me and it is that song alone that plays within my chest and my mind each time we’re alone just you and I. You made my heart soar that night, and again it was a dance we shared but this time as lovers as we made our intentions known and promised to see what might become of the Starflower and the Aethril as we danced their night away into each others arms.

Last night, we shared yet another dance in the fashion of our very first. Without hesitation we joined the dance floor from the start and almost made it to the finish. I will admit that was in part my own fault for tempting you to come away with me but our time in those hours that passed was a delightful reminder to me of our first. With Sharpen joining us at our side and the way you made us all glitter with your magic I was delightfully reliving and making memories anew all over. I hold these memories tight as I hope in time we might make enough together that I have no more room for the bad. The Howling Owl and their shows had a special place in my heart, though it had been a few years since I last attended one of their performances and it was when I was still wed. I shared many dances with Sivandris, it was he who taught me I had a rhythm at all but as the owner of his own night club I was well aware that if any could teach me this art it was him. He had made friends and connections among them and their patrons I and so I remembered fondly how much I enjoyed their dances as much as their poetry nights and performances. 

Last night was like a blast from the past as I not only got to share a dance with them again though I highly doubt they remember me at all, but I got to share their wonder with you. Together we shared our combined energy and tonight we will doso again. Together we are both remembering how to live, recovering from the darker and more destructive days of our past. We seem to do it one dance at a time, discovering each other and along the way we embrace others who we are learning to accept as friends. Those who would support our journey, our... dance through time, together. 

@daily-writing-challenge​ A SERIOUS heartfelt thank you to all you wonderful people who deserve to be highlighted and thanked for interacting with our gentlemen. I feel I can speak for us both that Talthorn and I have enjoyed your events listed above so much and how much it brings to our own character development. I know what it takes and how much work is put into these events you wonderful rpers put on for us strangers among the public but I felt a heartfelt thank you was deserved and perhaps a sample of what it does for us the roleplayers. We look forward to interacting with so many of you again and again and enjoying what your events bring us in our slices of life, personal character development and as a plus we get to enjoy writing together as a community cross faction and cross server alike. Much love to you all ~ Tags in mention from writing and within the images @saeil-moonblade @akaruta-kaito​ @caelaenne​ @talthorn-sylvoran​ @sharpen-jadescythe​ @saeils-ooc-hub​ @valarin-sunstorm​ @howlingowl-festivals-wra​ @bread-elf​ @succulent-tart @officialtoa​ @dicenne​

[talthorn-sylvoran]

Club Night Owl Steampunk Rave!

Photographer/Bartender 

Talthorn is so ready for tonight! Remember to smile everyone! 

Friday Nov. 13th 6PM WrA server time

Dawn’s Blossom, 

Jade Forest

@howlingowl-wra

[calriadawnbrook]

Calria stares at her sketchbook for several long moments. Her brows were knit as she regarded some of the loose work. Long strokes of graphite marked their territory across the parchment, several of them digging so hard into the paper they’d left dents. She’d drawn with determination and such focus she swore it would have resulted with at least one piece she’d like. But they were all the same. The Sindorei leans back in the seat in her apartment and lets out a aggravated sigh. She’d promptly kicked off her boots and opened up the windows the moment she’d returned from the Owl’s poetry night. As inspiring as it was, it’d been crowded and hot. Calria eases back in her chair, heels planted on the edge of her desk. Half-haphazardly the woman thumbs through the pages of her book. She pauses at the most recent portrait and moves the sketchbook against her knees with a soft thud. The Sindorei stares at the page with her singular gold eye, expression impartial. Her gaze sweeps over the drawing for several moments before she grips the edge of the sketchbook and tosses it up on the table. With a soft grunt of frustration, Calria rights her chair and stands, moving across the room to prepare for bed. The portrait trapped within the confines of the page regarded the Sindorei with soft smile and an absent gaze.

[[ Quick sketch I did during the Howling Owl poetry night! Drawn of @gloamingdawn ]]

[thunderstar-supernova]

h i i made a moodboard for tonight howling owl event and i Liked It 

@howlingowl-wra

[ellipsis-wra]

Come visit at the Howling Owl’s ( @howlingowl-wra )  Hallow’s End Fest and get your fortune read! 

[daeli-rp]

Daeli’s Art & Games Flyer

[howlingowl-festivals-wra]

The Howling Owl’s Untamed Night Friday, February 18th 6PM WrA Nighthaven, Moonglade

Full Flyer here!

Booth list:

Booth 1:

Booth name:  Catty Crow Leatherworks Character Name: Leon Ambrose Items sold: Leather clothing and kink gear @mremaknu

Booth flyer here.

Booth 2:

Pop up booth available. Check in with either Lianellie or Aubrey before the event begins to claim.

Booth 3:   

Booth name: Kinky Bites Character Name:  Ranek Vilmas & Quinaeris Items sold:  Kinky edibles @ranekvilmas

Booth Flyer here.

Booth 4:

Pop up booth available. Check in with either Lianellie or Aubrey before the event begins to claim.

Booth 5:

Booth name: Fyre's Desires Character name:   Fyrefly Items sold:  Flowers, Lip Scrubs, and Adult Fun Time Supplies (contains NSFW items)

Booth Flyer here.

Booth 6:

Booth name:  Cast Collective Character name:  Zaneryne Grimsky Items sold:  Cookies, couple packages, lewd candy. @thecastcompany

Booth Flyer here.

Booth 7:

Booth name: Shifting Sand Sales Character name:  Nizrya Items sold:  Sand themed items along with a bit of brawling gear

Booth Flyer here.

Booth 8:

Booth name: The Howling Owl Guild name:  The Howling Owl Items sold:  Food and Drink. @howlingowl-wra

Booth Flyer here.

Booth 9:

Booth name: Untamed Night Raffles Items sold:   Paid Raffle @howlingowl-wra

Booth 10:

Booth name:  Succulent Tarts Guild name: The Succulent Tarts Items sold: Kissing Booth and Macarons @succulent-tart

Booth Flyer here.

Booth 11:

Booth name: Sweeny's Sweets Character name:  Henric Sweeny Items sold: Candy

Booth Flyer here.

@the-royal-courier @wracentral @wowrpevents

[howlingowl-wra]

Howling Owl at Untamed Night

The Howling Owl will be at booth number 8 for Untamed Night.  You can find us here: 

Click here for the full flyer of events!

To find out more about the Howling Owl , you can join our discord server here!

And for  more info on this and any of the festivals we run you can join our festival discord server here!

@howlingowl-festivals-wra​

[straightouttatheashes]

Barry’s outfit for Club Night Owl’s Glitter & Gold Rave

Main Flyer => HERE  He likes gold more than Phe does probably.

@golden-pocket @howlingowl-wra

[dicenne]

For the Glitter & Gold rave tonight!

@howlingowl-wra

[thecastcompany]

Here is the Entire Schedule for the 12 Days of Winter Veil!

WHEN & WHERE: The Ledgermain Lounge in Northrend Dalaran on Moonguard from 8pm - 10pm MG / 6pm - 8pm WRA Anchors: Alliance: Tinkys-Moonguard  or Ilanda-Moonguard // Horde: Ellonthal-Moonguard

Scuddys

5PST/8EST to 7PST/10EST, WRA AREA 52, NETHERSTORM - 32.63

Anchors

[H] Songnote-WyrmrestAccord [A] Valantheon-WyrmrestAccord

Doors open at 7PM WRA / 9PM MG At Rustberg Village at Tol Barad! Event hosted by @blackbirdbrewery​

WHEN & WHERE: Valiance Keep, Borean Tundra at 7PM - 10PM MG / 5PM - 8PM WRA Alliance Only!

Anchors Denwalden-Moonguard // Nizrya-Moonguard

KEEP READING FOR THE REST OF THE EVENTS!

WHEN & WHERE: Portrait Room in Legion Dalaran from 7:30pm - 10:00pm MG / 5:30pm - 8pm WRA

Anchors: A: Tinkys-Moonguard // H: Elrosil-Moonguard

Come Dressed as your favorite murloc clan!

WHEN & WHERE: Stormwind Harbor Overlook from 7:30pm - 9:30pm MG / 5:30pm - 7:30pm WRA ALLIANCE ONLY!

WHEN & WHERE: Northrend Dalaran, Meet at the Wishing Well from 6PM - 8:30pm WRA // 8PM - 10:30pm MG

Anchors

A: Tinkys-WyrmrestAccord // H: Ellonthal-WyrmrestAccord

Pick between three picnic baskets and go on special dates!

WHEN & WHERE: Portrait Room in Legion Dalaran from 6PM - 8PM WRA // 8PM - 10PM MG Event Hosted by @menagerieboutique​

WHEN & WHERE: Worlds End Tavern in Shattrath from 6PM - 8PM WRA // 8PM - 10PM MG

Anchors Alliance: Tinkys-WyrmrestAccord // Horde: Softbeanz-WyrmrestAccord

Its not PMS & Inner Beast Concert

WHEN & WHERE: The Drunken Hozen in Dawn Blossom in The Jade Forest. Starts at 6PM WRA // 8PM MG Event Hosted by @howlingowl-wra​

WHEN & WHERE: Emperor’s Reach in Kun Lai Summit starts at 6PM WRA // 8PM MG

Party goes until you go to the sleep!

Event Hosted by @succulent-tart​

WHEN & WHERE: Kamagua, Howling Fjord from 8PM - 11PM MG // 6PM - 9 PM WRA

Anchors: Alliance: Tinkys-Moonguard // Horde: Elrosil-Moonguard

@wowrpevents​

[rylandfalkov]

Ryland’s outfit for the Glitter & Gold rave TONIGHT!

Flyer Here!

@howlingowl-wra

[talthorn-sylvoran]

Poetry and Story Night Performance: November

Talthorn moves across the floor with an undeniable grace in his footsteps, arm out to welcome the people that have gathered for the evening for the event. 

"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight I am blessed with the opportunity to come before you and deliver yet another performance in show and verse. It is my hope that it shall echo in your mind not only this night! But for many moons afterward so the loss of the Howling Owl's poetry night next month is not so despairing for you all." he holds a hand over his heart a moment trying to be strong for all of them!

"So please! Open your ears and your senses to my newest display! I call it!" 

He turns to weave his magic, draping a brilliant dark sky alive with heavenly bodies of stars and planets letting everyone feel as if they were gazing out onto the cosmos in a glorious illusion. "Ascension." The magi's voice is dramatic and full of energy while his hand finishes gliding for effect. 

The magi allows the silence to take over the room for a few moments, before a soft bit of music and then a gentle rumble begins and echoes through the venue. The magi holds his hands behind his back and seems to be just admiring the view before him. Slowly he turns with a heartfelt expression to begin his verse, eyes still above and filled with an awe and wonder. 

"Here we stand and look upon the gentle starlit sky. Are we to question who are, and always wonder why." 

"The purpose we desire for, our perception is all we know. How do we fit in this grand design, Within life's elaborate show."

Talthorn swirls his digits in a graceful few circles to conjure up an illusion of a large standing mirror in silvers and blues, encrusted in runes and mystery. The image is hazed over for a moment, before the reflection of himself is seen. "Cast your gaze into the mirror, tell me what you see."

The magi places his hand on the glass and it flitters away so he is pressing his hand on a full scale image of himself in front of the crowd. "Hanging both in something and of nothing. Are you who you're meant to be?"

He would look over his image and it mimicked his motions tipping his head one way and then the other while having an expectant expression for the illusion to speak for itself. It remains silent and it's lips remain motionless as the poem continues, but it shifts in versions of what the mage adorned in stages of his life. First in apprentice robes with glimmers of deep sapphire hair, then in regal attire echoing of a different age, shifting into the full mage attire careful observers would notice a Kirin Tor signet, and finally as he is now. 

"What lifts you up, or holds you back is right there in front of you. You can nurture or you can change, anything inside you want to."

Talthorn washes the illusion away with a swipe of his hand, and concentrates another weave to have people view vision made manifest of an enlarged globe and coordination of Azeroth itself! The magi's hands hovering over it as if to express how precious it should be. Slowly it would reflect images of Kalimdor, Eastern Kingdoms, Northrend, Pandaria, The Broken Isles. 

He speaks with heart with another wave over this orb. "Look at the world right now, for it is in your hand." he moves to enclose both his hands in on the large globe, and bring it in to shrink in within them, shifting it to his right hand to raise for people to watch upon.

The magi has his view focused on what he holds. "Cherish what you love so dear, don't let it slip like sand. " As the orb would begin to start to shiver off granules, he grips it tighter to emphasize and it comes back together again. "Protect with all your will and might, what you cannot be without. Fight for what you believe in, so there is no room for doubt." His free hand forming a fist while his eyes glimmer of determination. 

"Discover the passions that burn in you, and allow yourself to feel. Connect, form bonds with those you trust, and you can make them real. Dance and sing and chant so loud, in whatever way you can! This form you have, will not be here long no matter what you plan. Scream, and shout and raise your voice open to the sky! On this realm or any other, learn what it means to fly. "

Talthorn gazes over the crowd, speaking his full verse to these people with such feeling. His hand poised out and scanning over them all as he makes some of the audience members begin to glimmer among others. As if to symbolize an ascension, a magical illusion would produce a heavenly looking orb before those glittering members and began to float toward the stage with the other stars.

His own heavenly body would continue to pulse and resonate words, seeming more warm than ever before. "The time will come, and all too soon. Our names will fall away. So do not regret in the now, embrace your everyday. Make your mark in your own world, have your stars align! We'll take our place among eternity and find the best place to shine."

As the stars move in a dance with each other for a short period of time, they descend into the waiting night shimmering sky where those planets and nebulas and more glimmer awaits! Settling into their constellations, glowing once before highlighting their place in Talthorn's majestic cosmos tapestry. Stepping out of illusion, the magi flashes a dashing smile to the crowd with both of his arms moving outward so he may pose proudly, before taking a flair of a bow at the end to signal his finish. 

(( Script and screenshots of last night’s Howling Owl’s Story and Poetry night event! Truly a magical night for Talthorn to showcase another one of his verse and display. Thank you for those that were able to be a part of it, and for those that missed you enjoyed the experience here. 

Huge appreciation for @konietzko-lumenstone​ for all these glorious screenshots! I never can take any for my own performances. 

We’ll see you all again in January! ))

[celesterunewhisper]

Day 16 - Sorrow - Celeste

An indirect sequel to this prompt: [XX]

She had dreamed of this moment. Any little girl out there had. Where they would chase fantasies of church bells and luxurious gowns of white, surrounded by every loved one they knew. Gossiping with their friends about what placements were superior to celebrate and what they believed to be the most magical moments of their future lives. A wedding like no other, in their hearts. Yet, there Celeste stood, staring at the beauty within the mirror with apathy as she wore those same shades of white from her dreams. A formfitting, embroidered bodice adorned her form, whose floral patterns extended up the sleeve-straps in vines of silver. Around her waist, chains of white-gold followed the dip of the corset before giving way to a prominently puffy, ballgown-like skirt that touched the spotless floors. And a sheer shawl draped over her arms, stretching up to connect to a collar placement around her neck. Even her hair was on par with those childhood drawings of hers; neat blonde curls tucked under an elaborate crown of diamonds, moonstone, and opal. Still, no happiness touched her features, and she wondered why she couldn't return to those simpler times. Of course, no solution came from her silent reflection, just a pair of empty cerulean eyes looking back at her.

The door behind her opened with an audible creak, and the bride closed her eyes with a sigh, remaining silent. However, her mother's voice still whispered at her side as she stepped closer to her daughter. “We are about to start, dear.” “I can hear the music,” Celeste responded, slowly re-opening her eyes. Instead of looking at Larae, she instead looked out the window just behind the mirror. “I know.” Larae hesitated before speaking next. “I'm...I'm sorry.” “No, you're not.” There was no malice in Celeste's voice, which served to make her mother even more uneasy. “You have to understand my position. There wasn't anything I could do.” Her mother protested with more whispers. Lies. All of it. But, throwing her anger at her mother wouldn't have changed the situation. Nothing would. This was the reality of adulthood; Celeste's father made sure that she knew it long before the arranged marriage. She just thought that she would have more time to avoid being handed off like property. “Was there anything else?” Celeste responded simply. “No. Your father is waiting to walk you down when you hear your queue.” Larae sighed in defeat, moving to take her leave without needing to be told.

Celeste waited for her mother to leave—for the door to click closed—before she finally pulled herself away from the mirror. The beach shores called for her to run to them. To find a boat and sail off and away from her world. But, that shrill, familiar note of a piano key in the next room was what finally prompted her to leave. Yet, because she understood her reality, it was not the waters she would face soon. -

What was supposed to be the happiest day of her life started with sorrow. A celebration that was supposed to elicit the brightest of grins hit her with a whimpering sob. And, the face a man she was told to love looked down at his bride not with undying protection, but with evil possession.

@daily-writing-challenge @howlingowl-wra

[noonmutter]

Roost

Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 29: Heart/Monster

A monster. That's what he'd called him.

Well, he'd heard worse. From him, even. Of course, his mother was the one with the really impressive vocabulary. Part of the reason he'd chosen her and everything. The brat'd gone and gotten Kalinthir's gift for words, but he'd turned right around and squandered it with this... this...

Howling Owl business.

The nerve that boy had to call him nothing but a brute. The absolute audacity to leave not just home, but the isles entirely. The unmitigated gall to turn his back on his very family and hide himself away! And all for what? To make knick-knacks for the lessers, and tell them idiotic little stories that weren't even true! ...They'd better not have been true...

Apparently he was even still making that bloody music of his, too. It would've been less offensive if he'd just crapped all over the rookery. At least the boy's bowels were quiet.

Solafnyr reflected for the third time today that his life would have been a thousand times simpler if he'd simply had a daughter. Then again, if she'd turned out anything like this, it might've run the risk of being all that plus hatchlings. The notion of dozens of tiny little shitheads with uppity notions about creativity and benevolence made him shudder. Perhaps Fritjof really was onto something with the whole adoption thing.

Of course, Fritjof's daughter was...

...was...

Solafnyr smiled to himself.

His daughter was perfect. Would be perfect. She hunted, she trapped, she saved the singing for the slaves, she terrorized the lessers; she understood the way the world worked. And gods bless her and the flight Fritjof'd snatched her from, she reveled in it, too. It was almost enough to overlook all her other quirks. Like the thing with the... eating...

Anyway. She'd be perfect. He just had to make sure she was focused.

( @daily-writing-challenge @howlingowl-wra​ )