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((Warning: There is violence and blood in this post. You’ve been warned.))

Lithnir’s ship was barely visible over the horizon, having escaped the trap the pirates had laid for them. The Rose hovered just over the two remaining pirate ships. One was listing in the middle of the sea, a ghost ship for lack of a better term. The other, the two remaining crew and the captain’s wives were trying to get back into working order, if only to limp to port. They worked diligently, trying to get the sails unraveled. Tesleina watched them work with amusement. “Are the Thorns ready, Sai?” The large Draenei woman nodded. “At your discretion, Captain.” Tes smiled. “You may commence the operation.” 

Out of the ship flew the gyrocopters once more. Half moved to the empty ship and landed on the decimated deck and proceed salvaging what remained of value on the ship. The reports were promising.....gold and rare textiles were always useful. The others moved towards the occupied ship. Tes and Sai moved to the needle and climbed aboard, Sai at the controls and Tes in the passenger seat. Slowly, the small airship descended to the remaining ship. The two pirates, hearing the rotors of the Thorns heading towards them began to point and reached for weapons. 

Tes sighed. “We can’t have that, now,” she said before she jumped from the smaller ship and entered the shadows, appearing on the deck with one sword drawn, the other holding a musket. The pirates turned, staring at the Dwarven woman in surprise, before they rushed towards her. Tesleina killed one with the musket, the other quickly dispatched with a flick of her mechanical hand as she slashed the pirate’s throat and let them both fall to the deck. The women on the deck watched in horror as the pirates fell, blood pouring from their wounds. The Thorns began to land, herding the women down below. “Search the place, get everything of value,” Tes said quietly. One of the women broke from where the Thorns had started herding them, falling to her knees in front of the Dwarven Captain. “Mercy, m’lady.....please, we was jus’ ‘is wives! We weren’t doin’ no harm! Please, have mercy.” 

Tesleina regarded the woman silently, before she reached out to grip the woman’s throat with her mechanical hand and squeezed. “Mercy,” she said thoughtfully, ignoring the choking gasps of the woman for a moment. “Such an interesting word coming from the harlot of a heathen,” she said almost matter-of-factly. She seemed to forget that she was holding the woman by her throat as she turned and faced the pirate women who were staring at horror. The woman’s face had grown quite purple as she clawed at Tes’ hand. “You wish for mercy? I will grant it to you,” she said, smiling softly. “The mercy of a swift death. That is what you had in mind for my employers, did you not?” She gestured towards the Thorns who drew their weapons and cut down the remaining women on the ship. The woman she still held continued to beat against her hand, until Tes twisted her hand and the audible pop of bone snapping echoing even louder across the deck. She dropped the woman’s body and readjusted her gloves before she climbed back up onto the Needle. “Once everything of value has been scoured from these ships, destroy them.” 

The Thorns offered a salute before going to their task. As the Needle docked, the Thorns began to lift off from the ships, before turning their guns on the now empty vessels, blowing them to pieces and allowing them to sink under the waves. They returned to the Rose, which turned swiftly in the direction of Lithnir’s ship and began to follow once again. 

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Tesleina’s mechanical hand rested on the side railing of the Wild Rose, her eyes observing the ship on Stormwind’s docks with ponderous gaze. The diminutive Dwarven woman let out a vexed sigh....relegated to babysitter and supplier. It wasn’t that she minded supplying a ship....but these were the types of ships she was used to taking for plunder, not babysitting. How she longed to be free to rule the airways, plundering to her hearts content. If only her contract hadn't been sold to the Sunshields. She wondered where her former boss was in all this, having heard nothing from the man in quite a while. He still owed her quite a bit of information, and she wished nothing but to find those who murdered her parents....and hurt her....and give them an end that would chill them to the very bone.

"Sai, would you be a dear and prepare a gyrocopter for me," she said quietly to the female Draenei that served as her first mate. "I will need to introduce myself to the captain of that fine ship. I will be in my cabin until preparations are complete." Sai offered a salute. "Of course Captain. I shall endeavour to make it as fast as possible." Tes smiled faintly. "Take your time, dear. I have to make preparations of course."

Tes gave a nod to the taller woman and made her way into the Captain's quarters. Even so far from her home, the luxuries of her upbringing were on display in the small, cramped space on her ship. Her maid, Kaelynn, a human woman, heard the door open and immediately got up from her bed, running her fingers through her own sleep-tousled hair. "I am so sorry m'lady, I didn't mean to sleep......"

"Oh hush, dear. You know as well as I do that I do not normally take you on these trips, but appearances must be kept. Be a dear and help me with my arm. I don't think the weaponized one is appropriate for this particular visit." Kaelynn nodded and moved to her, helping her to undo her dress and collecting it for cleaning. Expertly, she worked to remove Tes' arm from the mechanical socket and replaced it in the cabinet with a number of other arms. "Which would you prefer, m'lady?"

"I think I will go with the Trillium arm today." Kaelynn nodded and retrieved the indicated mechanical limb. Tes laid down on the bed and braced herself for the excruciatingly painful procedure of socketing the arm in place. Kaelynn pressed the arm firmly into the socket and Tes let out a slight squeal between her teeth, before she flexed her hands, feeling it come to life thanks to the gnomish engineer that had designed them for her. Slowly, she got off the bed and let Kaelynn dress her in appropriate garments to meet the captain of the ship. After she was ready, she reached for the comm unit that had been sent to her along with her new orders. She clicked it on. "Lady Rosemarri, I am making my way down to meet your captain and introduce myself, as was discussed. Please inform your people -not- to shoot the airship out of the sky," she said with a slight smile. Finally ready, she made her way onto the deck where hopefully Sai had finished prepping the gyrocopter.

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Reblog this if you don’t mind me saying hello to you ingame because I recognise you from Tumblr.

I always see people ingame from Tumblr and I’m always SUPER scared to say hi.

So uh, I made this just to make sure you guys don’t mind me approaching you ingame with my silly cat!

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Dreams of times long past (part1)

Fire. The horse and cart was burning, struck by the fire arrows that had been launched by the bandits that had ambushed the caravan. The cries of the wounded and dying ripped through the night sky, as well as the screams of a little girl who could not find her parents in the resulting chaos. The scent of blood filled the air, the caravan guards fighting for their lives and the lives of the people under their charge and failing as bandits cut them down and the civilians. 

The little girl continued to scream for mama and papa, clutching a small doll to her as she wandered through the hell of the ruined caravan, stumbling forward in the hopes that her mama or papa had been spared the fate of so many of their friends. Then, out of the smoke of the ruins ran an older Dwarven woman, her hair swirling around her as she took the little girl by her hand. “Come,little one, we must away,” she said quietly, the familiar lilt betraying the panic in her voice. “Yer father will join us soon.” The woman led the little girl away from the ruined caravan, heading into the woods. The sound of rough laughter reached the girl’s ears and then a cry of someone yelling. “Two are escaping! AFTER THEM!” 

What were two Dwarves to do against bandits who were astride horses? The two ran as fast as they could, but to no avail. The bandits ran them down, knocking the woman down a hill, sending to little girl crashing with her as they both tumbled to the base of it. The woman stopped short, but the little girl fell into the small river that ran at the bottom. The woman scrambled to her feet and caught the little girl by her arm before she was swept away. 

“Hold on, Tesleina,” the woman cried, trying to drag the girl back onto the shore, just as the shadows of two men appeared above her. Tesleina clutched at her mother’s hand as one of the men told the other to kill them. The woman heard the man and prepared to release her hand as the blade swung down and sliced through the girl’s arm. Her eyes widened and she screamed as she was swept down the river, her mother still clutching her amputated arm as the man who’d hurt her thrust his blade into the older Dwarf’s back. Slowly, black took her world as she was swept down the river to a fate unknown. 

The singing of birds echoed through her window, forcing the young Dwarven woman to blink her eyes open, chasing the last dregs of sleep from her mind and forcing her from her dreams. She sat up slowly, the silky camisole she’d worn to bed shifting slightly as one arm lifted in a stretch, the familiar pang of the ghost of her limb in the back of her mind allowing her to acknowledge once again that where two limbs should be, one remained. In the missing limb’s place rested a mechanical apparatus grafted to the side of her torso and over her shoulder, with an empty socket. 

“Kaelynn,” she called. A human woman in a maid’s dress poked her head in at her mistress’ call. “Yes, m’lady?” 

“Would you be a dear and draw a bath? I will need your help getting ready for the day as well.” 

“Of course, m’lady.” The woman moved off to draw her bath as she climbed out of bed and walked to the mirror, looking at her reflection silently a moment. It had been awhile since she had dreamed of what had happened that day, and she could still feel the sword slicing through her flesh as it was yesterday. She turned away from the mirror and struggled out of her camisole with one hand before she strode naked to the bathroom where Kaelynn had drawn her bath. The maid helped her into the tub then left her to her privacy as Tes bathed. She rested against the back of the tub, doing her best to keep the mechanical apparatus out of the water as much as possible as she soaked. As he did so, her mind wandered back into the past once again. 

The river had carried her someways, always threatening to be the end of her as she traveled someways. By luck, she survived the journey, though death was still near. She’d lost so much blood that it was a miracle that she’d even survived this long. As she washed up upon the shore of the river, she stared up at the night sky, unseeing, feeling a numbness where her arm had been. She knew that she was going to die here. Someone would find her bones, the little girl thought. It had made her sad. 

Then she heard voices, feminine laughter and a male’s japes. She tried to cry out for help, but no sound emerged. She could only pray to the Light that whoever was out there would find some help. A rustling to her right caused her to look in that direction, and out of the brush walked a foot solder. She panicked, seeing the sword on his belt, a whine erupting from her throat and drawing the man’s eyes to her. “By the Light.....milord! There is a child here! She’s hurt! Come quick!” Another man joined the first, this one dressed for a day of riding. “Good Lord. Caryn! We need your help!” A woman, dressed in riding skirts, stepped breathlessly out of the brush as well and immediately moved to the little girl. “Who would do this to a child?!” 

Bewildered, the girl stared up at the woman as she knelt next to her, and for some odd reason the girl felt safe. The woman brushed her hand through the girl’s hair before she whispered softly and a gold glow enveloped the young girl. She felt the sickness that had threatened to kill her leave her body, though she was still very weak. The woman named Caryn called for the foot soldier to retrieve a bag from her saddle, who returned it quickly. Opening the bag, the woman drew out several bandages and tonics and cleaned the girl’s wound and bandaged her up. “What is your name, little one,” the woman asked. “Where are your parents?” 

“Tesleina,” she whispered in a cold, dead, voice. “And my parents are dead.” The humans exchanged a glance, before Caryn brushed her hair and the girl felt her eyes grow heavy. 

Tesleina opened her eyes, feeling her skin start to prune as the heat of the bath had long since cooled. She managed to get herself out of the tub as Kaelynn returned to wrap her in a towel and help dry her off. “Thank you, my dear,” Tes said gratefully. “I’ll need the porcelain arm today.” 

“Of course, m’lady.” Tes moved to her bedroom again and laid on the bed as the maid returned with the porcelain-plated arm. Tes mentally prepared herself as the woman lined the arm up with the socket. Slowly, she inserted it into the apparatus that covered her shoulder and torso. Tesleina grimaced as pain shot out from her side as her nervous system engaged the mechanical limb. Slowly, her artificial fingers started to twitch, then began to move with her thoughts. She ran her arm through the diagnostics and smiled. “Much better.” Slowly, she stood and let Kaelynn help her into her corset and skirts. She sat before her mirror and let the maid brush her hair as again her mind wandered to the past. 

“Eryk, are you sure this is the right decision,” Lady Caryn asked uncertainly. She was watching the gnome tinkerer prepare for the operation on Tes with all the trepidation of a mother. She and Eryk had fallen in love with the little dwarf girl, had taken her into their home and raised her as their own. The sight of her little daughter on the surgery table clutched at her heart. Eryk did not seem any better off, but his voice was calm as he spoke. “Gearspark is the top of his field, and he knows what he’s doing. Besides, Tes wanted this.....we can’t deny her the chance to have a normal life.” 

Tes, for her part, remained completely still on the table. It had been a few years since Lord Eryk and Lady Caryn had brought her home and raised her as their own. They had done their best to try and give her a normal life, (though how normal a life could it be a Dwarf raised in a human noble household). They had even sought someone to replace the arm stolen from her as a child. She waited on the operating table with both trepidation and excitement. She owed them everything, and had high plans to make them proud when she grew up. 

The gnome brought the necessary equipment to the operating table and smiled down at the girl from his stool. “Now Lady Tesleina, I am going to install some equipment on your shoulder. It may pinch and sting some, but in the end, you’ll be as good as new. Ready to begin?” 

She nodded. “Yes, Mr. Gearspark, I’m ready.” She remained still as the gnome began to work, and she did her best to not scream. 

Tes turned her head slightly as the maid finished brushing her hair. “That will be all for the day, my dear. I would not expect to wait up for me, I will be gone for the rest of the day and likely won’t return before tomorrow evening.” The maid bowed politely and left her alone. Slowly, she reached and lifted her skirts, stepping into her boots before she moved towards the hangar attached to her manor. Inside the hanger rested The Wild Rose, her pride and joy, and the tool she would use to seek her revenge on those that had taken her parents and her arm. “Prepare the Rose for takeoff, gentlemen,” she called to her crew. “Oh, and prepare a pot of tea. I will be having guests before we head to our destination.” Seventeen years since that fateful day, and she still had afternoon tea with her parents once a week. Such was the life of Tesleina Rose. 

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