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Word.

I never understood why some people get up their own ass about having ‘their spot’ even when they aren’t using it at the time.

But whatever. At least you didn’t settle there.

You Don’t Own Game Space

You don’t own game space in WoW, guys. If someone is there before you, and actually explains they dont plan on using the space past this rp, dont be an asshole and interrupt the RP.

I’ve never posted something like this, mainly because I have a firm belief that this is just a game, and who gives a shit? BUT, because I know the Tumblr warriors involved, thought I would get my side out before the got the pitch fork out like they have done in the past.

Two days ago, my rp partner and I went on an IC tour of Stormwind of all the properties canal side for a business. We went into the building next to the Shady Lady to inspect the property when it wasn’t being used for current RP by anyone else. This scene should have lasted less than 20 mins before they moved on to the next. Instead, someone saw us go inside from another building, and every member that was online flocked to SW, interrupted our RP IC telling us to get out, and then took it OOC. We explained that it was a one-off scene and we had no intentions of using the place past this RP.

Now, I know I’m not the only one that thinks this, but you do not own game space. You can hate whoever you want, but they can RP in a spot that isn’t currently taken and it is extremely rude to act as they did. You don’t own game space. It’s really that simple.

Because I know the arguments coming, let me just say: I made sure that no one in the guild was around before heading to that spot to avoid (and failed) the drama. So dont come at me with ‘well past drama…’ Gtfo.

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War and Combat Centric Asks

♦ - What does fighting mean to your muse, and how different are they during battle?

♢ - What abilities does your muse possess that makes them an effective fighter?

♠ - What is your muse’s weapon of choice? Is it magical or mundane in nature?

♤ - Given a chance to learn and use a combat ability or magic they don’t possess, what would your muse choose?

♣ - Is your muse particularly merciless or do they leave their opponents relatively whole after a fight? Why?

♧ - Does your muse have any regrets about a battle or incident they had to fight in? Has it changed them?

♥ - Is there an opponent they’ve fought they’ve grown particularly attached to, love or hate?

♡ - If your muse were rendered unable to fight, what about them would change? Would they be able to handle it?

☊ - Give a list or description of particularly notable battles in your muse’s history. Do any stand out?

☋ - Does your muse believe in the ‘brothers and sisters of battle’ concept, growing close to their fellows, or are they distant from others?

⇖ - Is your muse attached to any particular weapon or piece of equipment they own?

⇘ - Has your muse ever used a combat vehicle or siege weapon in battle? Were they enthusiastic about it?

✓ - Has your muse ever lost anyone they cared about on the battlefield? Do they feel responsible?

✗ - Has your muse ever been a victim of friendly fire or been betrayed during a fight? How did they react?

☌ - Is your muse famous or infamous in their world for a battle or fight? Do they embrace or shy away from it?

☍ - Does your muse draw any inspirations for their combat style or spells from their past or the world they live in?

⇈ - Does your muse knowingly or unknowingly draw on any kind of power when they fight? Describe it?

⇊ - Does your muse have many scars or lasting effects from a battle? If not, do they keep any trophies or reminders?

⌤ - Is your muse uncomfortable outside of combat? Do they have problems socializing or relaxing?

™ - Do any inspirations for how your muse fights come from other media? List or describe them.

☎ - Describe your muse in RPG class or archetype terms. Do you actively push for them to be like this, or is it just a comparison point?

↫ - Is there a real life martial art or fighting style that you draw heavily on for your character?

▶ - Do you have trouble writing your muse getting injured or hurting others? Describe what process you use to deal with it.

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I'm pretty sure we are safe from these two ever coming to such a dire situation...but it's still fun to think about what would happen.

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to? (and yes, more specifically, what would he think going into an all out fight with Kota?)

This is a hard question. I think that Gerald would find any other way to subdue, disarm, or incapacitate the person rather than kill them. Now if they threatened his family, friends, or others he is close to, he would do everything in his power to disconnect from them in every way.

If Kota threatened any of the things mentioned above, Gerald would distance himself. If he pursued and actively tried to harm someone else close to Gerald, he would have no choice but to fight back. Would he kill Kota or any other person that threatened him or those close to him? He would save it for s last resort, but if his hand was forced, I think he would.

Thanks for the ask!

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Chrih WIP!

Anyone who knows me (ooc) knows that I’m terrible at actually FINISHING any art that I begin. However.. This one has been coming along so nicely that I just had to share an update!

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Looking forward to meeting her!

Chrih

(Pronounced: Cree)

Chrih is an Alliance loyalist, working as an (unoffocial) operative during past wars, and the one we find ourselves in currently. Previously an Auchenai Soulbinder (freed before locked in the tunnels of Auchindoun), she has trained over the centuries in necromancy and shadow magic, but has a deep fear of allowing those magics to drive her mad and since has (mostly) given up the use of such abilities. Now, she uses/manipulates her own energy, and the energy of others, to take down her foes in behalf of the Alliance.

While I will take her to the city IC on rare occasions, she is mainly found out in the world. A lot of the game play done in the world OOC will be taken IC. I have no intentions of making her a hero of the Alliance, but she absolutely is out there hunting Horde warbands, taking down trolls, and blowing things up on specific Alliance missions. Chrih is lawful neutral (for now), and has the view that as long as her deeds are carried out in a manner that benefits the Alliance and the war they’re in, then anything is acceptable.

Chrih has a strong hatred for orcs and blood elves, and will hopefully be highlighted in several RP/stories planned. I can’t wait to delve further into the character and move further into RP! I’ve never had the opportunity to really get in with the current in-game world story due to the characters I wrote, so I’m really looking forward to Chrih.

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I'm so excited to play this soon. It's been awesome watching it come together.

So, I finally finished up a playable version of a board game I’d been working on since January. (Personal, not to market). It’s a cross between a D&D adventure style (with adventure cards that allow you to move around the board and collect different things), and Hearthstone (having to battle other players/heroes and various monsters). It’s very straightforward and playable by any age without confusion! (or so I believe)

The point of the game is to collect enough cards from the Tradesmen, along with taking from other players in order to defeat one of four bosses at the top of the board, thus allowing your hero to leave the land of Verlisia and head back to the real world. There’s a lot of player sabotage, deaths, tricks, and more!

Anyway, I just wanted to share because we played for the first time last night and it was a blast!

I created the map in Photoshop and Illustrator using the maps from: www.patreon.com/maphammer

I created the playable heroes and the boss monsters from: www.patreon.com/PrintableHeroes

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A new commission!

@wingbuffet created this commission of Kota in his current iteration. I highly recommend them if you are thinking of having a piece done.

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I recommend joining the community mentioned but I HIGHLY recommend following the blog that made this. She does some great stuff

(Community is not of my creation, but instead belongs to those who run it so well, and try to facilitate role-play despite the heavy sharding issues.)

To join this community, copy the following link:  lAWmPYXu7VP

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Birth of Doubt

In response to a post from here

Gerald read over the letter early Sunday morning. He had not heard from Vinarei for a few days now, never mind Atticus and Kota. He opened the letter, the small smile on his face dropping as he read through the lines. His cousin…dead? The letter read on and on about Atticus’ feelings on the matter. Gerald’s fists clenched around the sides in anger. “How did she die? How did she -die!?-”

Keep reading

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A letter to Atticus

(Lead Up)

My Sweet Atticus,

I write to you this letter in hopes that it will leave you some peace as I say my goodbye. I promised I would always be there, and it hurts more than you know that I cannot keep that promise. I can feel myself fading, nothing more than a shadow of what I once was. I don’t have the strength to continue, and I only hope that one day I will find my way back to you. I ask that you please forgive me. It is not my intention to abandon you, and I will always be a part of who you have been, and who you will be.

I’ve spent my entire life hunting after various treasures, just as my father did, and his father before him. I’ve seen the passion you hold for adventure. It runs in our veins, my beloved nephew. Don’t ever let that fade. I discovered you, Atti, the most valued treasure I have had the blessing of coming across. Because of this, I’ve had something made for you. The box contains one of the spheres that I bartered with the warden for. I wish you could see my smile right now as I think back on that horrible job we somehow managed to complete. We had no idea what we were doing, did we? The sphere was emptied but I think you’ll enjoy what I replaced within.

I am so proud of the man you’re becoming, Atti. I recall the day we were fated to meet in the Cathedral Square. You were a broken boy in need of help, and I didn’t let you out of my sight. We’ve become so close over the past year, and revelations of our family ties only further cemented our bond. My sister would be just as proud of her son as I am of my nephew. There is no one in this life that I trust more than you, and to watch you grow both in your studies, and as an individual has been such a blessing to me. You have such a kind heart, and that is so rare these days. I only hope that you realize and see the potential you have, that you continue to further your knowledge and become the man I see in you. Learn from the mistakes you make along the way, make your own decisions and never second guess yourself. Be confident, and stay true to your word.

Keep her close, Atticus. I can feel how much she loves you, even if there is no blood tie like we share. Forgive her for the past, and embrace the future she can give to you that I cannot.

I will miss your smile most of all, the love that was shown on your face when we saw one another, and the stories of our lives shared over our morning tea. Sadness comes with loss, and while I know it is unavoidable, I also know that you can lean on Verlai for support, and Kota as well. In time, you’ll begin to heal, and both she and Kota can help you do that.

Keep each other close. When it becomes too much to bear, close your eyes and I’ll be with you, a shadow by your side.

With all of my love,

Auntie Vin

( @atticus-angus-andrews )

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The morning sun reflected across the white sands of an nondescript beach along the shores of the Eastern Kingdoms. Its waves gently pulled out before rushing back in to lap at the shoreline, reaching for the green forests that were barely a dozen yards away. At that forest’s very edge was a figure slumped against a tree, his head hung forward so that the long black hair cascaded over his face. Lazily resting his hand was the letter, the ink slightly smudged in places where droplets of tears had fallen in overwhelming grief.

The tears had stopped what felt like hours ago, leaving the man’s face clammy and damp. He was all but silent and motionless where he sat. The moment came where his head slowly picked up, gazing forward at the rolling waters with his mouth slightly hung open as if he was naught but a corpse. That was what he felt like.

Vinarei had not been his Vinarei for some time now and there had been moments of grief before but this was so much more palpable, so much more final. She was gone. There was no bringing her back and, despite her words, he could not find a way to place the blame anywhere but on himself. That fateful day in Pandaria was not the start of it. Ever since the day they had gone into business together, he had been putting her in far greater danger than if he had not been there. He had entered her life and torn her apart over and over again, bringing nothing but ruin and destruction.

His jaw clenched and the note fell to the side as hands came up to each side of his head and he doubled over where he sat. A strained cry out of pain came as the tension within his body began to build his own weakness giving way to something far worse, far darker in its grieving. His feet kicked at the sand as he fidgeted and struggled where he sat, the grunt of pain and ferocity only causing him to retch more every time. He was losing himself a need, a need to rend the world in two, burn it to ash, draw blood from its every corner to spread his endless pain.

He cried out once more as he rolled to the side, kicking up sand as his hands planted and knocking over the small wooden box that he had yet to open. His vision began to beat with his quickening heart, the red encroaching on all sides as his vision focused to the ground. Yet, his breath caught at what he saw. The small box had fallen open and black wolf’s head pendant was laying in the sand, staring back it him with swirling crimson eyes.

It had been his father’s pendant, one that he had given to Vinarei some time ago and now it lay before him, though the swirling eyes were a new addition. All of the tension in his body held in place and his pounding vision merely stared at the pendant while he reached for it. The sand fell through his fingers and he sat back on his heels as a fresh wave of tears fell past his cheeks.

A few breaths were choked out as he turned it over, spying a red rune marking the back of the pendant and not knowing what to make of it. Still, it made him shake his head. Her rune magic had always been mysterious to him. It seemed that, even in death, she was still using it to care for him. He could not explain it, but the necklace was beckoning him, calling for him to place it around his neck. Of course, that may have been his own wishes speaking in his head.

As soon as the necklace was placed around his neck, his eyes looked forward and that chaotic vision began to fade. The tension in his face slowly left to show how weary he had grown and his body relaxed where he sat on his knees. He felt a warmth, her warmth. Vinarei was here with him the moment he put this necklace on. Her pure love for him rushed through her and comforted the caged beast that threatened to consume him.

Not a moment was given to enjoy this sensation when he heard a woman’s laughter from down the beach. His head whipped around to see his own form emerging from the water, smiling madly as Vinarei clung to his back and fell down to the sand with him. The couple sweetly giggled together and joined in a kiss, passion and warmth spreading through Kota’s limbs from where he watched as if he could still feel her touch.

“I’m going to marry you one day, Kotaj Seville.”

The words she had once spoken were voiced from his other side and he turned to look at the other direction that the beach stretched. Walking away from him, he was looking at his own back covered in a loose white shirt and seeing Vinarei’s form in bathrobes being carried in his arms, the exact image of the day she had said that to him.

He couldn’t explain these images, but he also didn’t want to. They brought him happiness, pure love and happiness at seeing their time together at its heights. He pulled his lips together and slowly breathed, tears still making their way down his cheeks. Yet, it was not over. Another giggle sounded, one much closer, and Kota turned around to look at the beach directly in front of him.

Vinarei was looking out at the water, cupping a hand to her mouth. “Time to come in!” As Kota looked down towards where she called, he something at made his breath catch. A child, a little girl came splashing in with a wide grin on her face and her long black hair matted to her head. She didn’t stop as ran through the sand past Vinarei and headed for where Kota sat in awe instead. Before he could react, her small arms were thrown around his neck and he felt her small weight crash into him.

“I love you, Papa!”

Kota heart practically stopped. “What did you...” He could barely breath the words out before the girl pulled back to look at him with that same wide smile. Her face was slender with a pointed chin, resembling Vinarei all too well save for one feature. Deep brown eyes stared back at Kota with warmth and joy in them.

Kota’s lip quivered at seeing this girl in front of him, their unborn daughter taken away before she could grace the world, and his face squeezed together as he pulled her back in to embrace her fully, his sobs letting loose over her shoulder. The image of Vinarei came to settle down next to him, arms around Kota and the girl and laying on Kota’s shoulder.

Again, the image could not and should not be explained. Whether it was the necklace’s magics, Kota’s grieving desires, or a combination of both, he did not care. He stayed on that beach in the embrace his family that had never come to fruition for as long as he could. It was everything he had wished for, everything they both had ever wanted, and something he knew he would never see become reality.

The sun had almost reached its peek in the sky when Kota looked up from where he once more leaned on the tree, alone and his hallucinations long passed. Though, this time he did not look to the ocean with grief and pain. He watched knowing that somewhere, they were both with him.

“Everything...will be alright.”

A letter to Kota

(Lead up.)

My love,

I find myself fortunate enough to have the opportunity to say goodbye. So many have that stolen for them, leaving them without the chance to let those closest to them realize just how much they’ve been changed by another. Thankfully, I have the chance to express how much I love you, how much you’ve changed me, and to leave you with a few parting words for your future.

I’ve held several moments in my memories, close to my heart. I recall the day /he/ took our child from us, and what happened afterwards when we grieved for the loss we didn’t even have the opportunity to enjoy before it was stolen. You wrapped me in your arms and carried me up the stairs I said to you, ‘I’m going to marry you one day, Kotaj Seville.’ And my love, it breaks my heart so very much to know that day will never come. We’ve been through so much, more than any two people should have to, but we’ve always remained at each other’s side, and were all the better and stronger for it. You changed my entire world when I met you, and through it all, I would do nothing different.

You have been my rock, the steadiness that I relied on so often, and unwavering in your love for me. To be loved by you is to truly know the meaning of love. I only wish I had the chance to grow old and gray with you, to have the children we spoke of and read them your mother’s stories and tales of Captain Winston, to lead the life we’d been working so hard for. To leave you now and miss out on the future we envisioned together brings sadness I never knew existed, never knew could be felt by a single individual without breaking them to the point of no return.

Atticus will need you now. Grieve with him, but remain strong, as I know you can. Stop drinking, know when to wipe that smirk off your face, and remember that you will get further by not lacing your words full of snark. You are intelligent and cunning, love. Put it to use. She was someone you looked up to once, and while I don’t agree with her history and actions, I do know she can be the strength you need to rely on, if yours ever falters.

I know you feel the blame of what has taken place, that none of this would have happened without that fateful day in Pandaria, but my darling, certain moments in our lives are meant to happen. No one is to blame. Not you, not Verlai, not Kilian. Do not move forward with your life full of vengeance and hate. You’re so much better than that, and it will only tear you down. Winston would ever harbor such emotion.

I never knew it was possible to love someone with the entirety of one’s being, that it was possible to belong to someone in every way imaginable, but you’ve made that possible for me, and I’m so very thankful for that. We were two halves of a whole, and to have been apart from you over these last weeks has taken its toll on both of us. I hope that at least one thing I’ve given you in our time together was happiness, and I beg you to hold tight to that emotion and carry it with you always. Carry me with you always.

Forever,

Your Vinarei. 

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(A continuation from this.) 

It wasn’t often that Verlai found herself nervous or uneasy or anxious. She was steady, calm, collected… On a normal basis. But this situation was far from normal. Would they accept her? Would they turn her away?

The woman explained in detail to both men how Vinarei was fading, that Verlai could feel her diminish over the short time since Kilian’s failed attempt. And though she kept from them the fact that it was /she/ who had gotten rid of Vinarei for her own reasons, the rest was accurate, and the tears that were shed were genuine.

She hurt for both of them, for the family they had been and were losing, but hoped to be be a replacement. Verlai wanted what Vinarei had, and this was the only way to get it. Still, if they hurt, she hurt. She explained the need to switch, the desire to not disgrace Vinarei’s memory to remain in a body that was not her own, along with the recent discovery thanks to Kota.

Questions were answered, her plan laid out to each of them what would take place later in the night, and she knew they were still processing the facts laid out before them.

Getting to her feet, she moved towards the table to take up one letter. They didn’t need to know that while Vinarei’s words of goodbye and how she felt about each was truthful and from the woman herself, they did not need to know that Verlai had made sure there was no revelations of what was truly taking place. “When she realized what was happening, she wanted to say goodbye in her own words. She wrote this for all three of you, Kota, Atti, and Gerald. But she had individual letters for the two of you. When I next see a Gerald, I will explain and give him this.”

Verlai began to read, her gaze shifting between the letter, Kota, and Atti. She tried to judge their reactions, and though they couldn’t disguise the grief on their features, there wasnt much more she could discern. 

“My dearest family,  I can feel myself fading. I’m steadily becoming weaker, though it’ is no fault of hers. She’s stronger than I am in so many ways and there’s only so much of a fight the two of us can put up. It’s not an active push against me; I think we can all agree that this situation we find ourselves in now was unavoidable from the start, if not predicted entirely. Both of us were thrown into this mess with only the best of intentions, and we have done what we can to make it work. But, some things happen as they were meant to. You all know I’m a firm believer that some things are ‘just meant to be.’  Keep me close always.  With love,  Vinarei Brooks.” 

Only when she was finish did she hand each of them the small box and letter. “The transfer will take place late tonight. I’d like you both there, but I understand if you choose to remain absent.”

There was little else said between the trio before she was once more left alone in the cabin, both men taking their leave.

“This has to work,” she whispered to herself as she leaned back against the cabin door, then slid done slowly until she sat on the wooden flooring. She had stolen the life of another, and manipulated those around her for her own benefit. Though it really should be no surprise to anyone who knew her, there were very few times that she felt remorse and guilt, and it made her stomach turn.

But she would get over the remorse of her actions. She always did.

(Relevant and Mentions: @atticus-angus-andrews @geraldcreed @the-voyager-kota )

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(August 20)

Verlai stood in front of the elegant floor length mirror, knowing it was the last time she would see Vinarei staring back at her. Despite the actions taken by Verlai only a few weeks prior, she respected the woman that Vinarei was, and part of her felt remorse at what she had done. A small part, of course. But like most things, it was swept away and pushed far down beneath the surface to not be dwelled on. When she saw something she wanted, it was hers for the taking.

In the reflection of the mirror, she caught the sight of the two small wooden boxes that rest on the corner table, each with a folded and sealed letter on top. Should she have allowed the chance for Vinarei to say goodbye? She was doubting herself, but even as twisted as her reasons were for getting rid of the woman, she loved both Atticus and Kota dearly, just as Vinarei had. They were, in part, the reason she had gone through with all of this to begin with.

Her thoughts were interrupted however, as she heard the knocking upon the cabin door. With a deep, steadying breath, she pulled it open, a soft smile appearing as she looked at both Kota and Atti. “Come in. I have something to explain, and something to give each of you.”

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(Relevant stories: Post 1) 

(July 25)

“You’re sure everything went as planned, all is intact and there are no issues whatsoever?” Verlai didn’t bother to look at the robed figure, but instead kept her emerald gaze on that which rest in the palm of her hand; it was heavier than she expected it to be.

Though quiet and distorted from the damaged vocal chords, the responding words were clear enough to the woman. He faltered upon speaking her name, but that was normal considering she didn’t have the physical appearance that he’d come to know in the past. Still being housed in Vinarei was a nuisance, but one to be fixed soon. “Of course, Miss Devereaux. You’ll feel the break, that hollow sensation for a few days that come with such an absence, but it will fade in time.”

Verlai felt it already, the absence of another that she’d grown familiar with. Her eyes fell closed for a moment, the freed sensation causing a single corner of her lips to tug upwards with a smile. It faded, however, as her eyes opened.

“And the inscription to transfer to another host. This is it?” She flicked her vision towards the figure, holding up the small piece of parchment that was held in her free hand.

He bowed his head, looking down at the floor as he answered. “Yes, ma'am. If you’d like to test it now, please do. Though bits and pieces get lost with each transference, it can be fixed once more.”

There was no answer from the woman, but instead, the smooth, polished form of the item in question was placed in her pocket, along with the rolled up scroll that was really no larger than one of her custom made cigarillos. She joined him then, hand reaching to place her fingertip at his chin, then lifted his head to meet her gaze. The hood tipped back to reveal a young man, his scarred visage from the abuse he’d suffered with the cult he’d been rescued from now looking back at her. A smile touched her lips. “You are a blessing. You’ve no idea what you’ve done for me. Thank you.”

She received a shy smile in return, his lips parting to speak when his eyes suddenly widened, and she felt the flood of heat delivered by the arcing spray of blood from the poised draw of her dagger against his neck. He tried to cough, a spattering of the thick, crimson essence reaching her face with no reaction given.

“Thank you,” the woman whispered once more before she released him, letting his body sink to the floor. Verlai didn’t bother to wait for his life to fade, but instead swiftly made her way out of the secluded house with speed. There was no reason to conceal her features. 

After all, it was a dead woman leaving the scene of the crime. 

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Damn. You still write Kilian better than me.

Still love it!

(July 8)

From Kilian’s perspective, it was unsettling to look at Verlai and see Vinarei  staring back instead, though he would never verbally admit such a thing. Not to her, not to anyone. It was a weakness to be unsettled no matter what the cause and no matter if it was just or not.

The two sat together on the veranda of his home in the valley. It was warm this night, with the crickets and nature playing their symphony as they usually did. Smoke drifted from the pair as they indulged in Verlai’s custom blend, the silence drawing between them until he finally broke it.

“I never took you for the type to want that, Verlai. For yourself, that is.” He looked at her, studying the scarred visage that didn’t belong to her.

“That was your first mistake. Assuming you know my desires.” A light shrug was given as she lay backwards, gaze on the stars that littered the darkened sky. “She has it all. People who truly love her. That would die for her. A business that thrives despite the recent loss of ownership. Vinarei is respected in the circles that I’ve only received fear in.”

“Being feared is powerful,” he cut in.

“To an extent, yes.” Her head turned and she looked at him. “But to be respected for the right reasons, that’s admirable.” She looked away again, not speaking for some time as she enjoyed what little was left of the black cigarillo.

Hours passed, the two enjoying each other’s company in silence, their thoughts remaining unknown until the woman got to her feet.

“When I see something I want, I take it, Kilian. This situation is no different. Kota is going to come to you with a deal. Take it, and I’ll continue to supply your business with product.”

He looked up at her, an unreadable expression on his face. “You know it’s not as simple as that. Whatever it is you’re planning, it’s bigger than keeping product moving. For now, anyway. No. You’ll owe me one favor to be collected at a time of my choosing with the only limit being not to end someone you love. Otherwise, it’s an open ended favor.”

She sneered at him, but knew she needed him in the near future when she was ready to move forward. Pieces need to be put in to play first, but there was no way around the need of his assistance. “Deal.”

Verlai said nothing else as she left him, making her way back towards the village that offered an easy means of travel between Pandaria and Stormwind.

She wanted what Vinarei had, and she would take it. It was as simple as that. But she’d be damned if she kept up this rouse for a moment longer than necessary. She was stronger than Vinarei would ever be, and though Kilian’s original attempt had only fucked both women, it would be used to her advantage. Already, she could feel the woman becoming weaker. 

The plan had been set in motion, and it was time to move forward. 

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Can’t wait

A Return

Verlai has officially made her return (stories of this to come in the near future.)

Please give me a follow at: @verlai-devereaux

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RP PSA

Boralus is a cool city, huh? It’s just a shame with all this level-based phasing that it’ll be inaccessible unless you’re-

STOP! Right there my friend, because you would be WRONG. Check it:

Here we see my Lightforged Draenei, perched ‘pon the Alliance’s ship in Boralus, waving in front of our main hub area. But wait, what’s this?

He’s only level 51?! How?! Witchcraft, dark sacrifices, Craigslist?!

Nope, it’s pretty simple! In case you didn’t know because you’ve only focused on getting your 110′s there and back, the ship to Boralus runs actively for any character of any level! Just like the ship to Northrend does.

So if you ever want to make use of a space in Boralus for an RP event (because let’s be honest, there’s a TON of potential in this space), don’t feel like you’d be excluding anyone! Just be prepared to possibly escort any lowbies, unless a mobless path to your event location can be plotted out.

Happy Launch Week all, and happy writing!