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The desert moon rises over the buzzing swarms, casting a sickly light over Convocate Severidan's hands. She wears gloves that fit her small, slender fingers perfectly as they wrapped tight around the small, blood-crusted daggers weighing her hands down. Her vision is getting blurry, exhaustion from a break-neck ride to scour the shifting sands before anyone else could started to set in. At her side should have been Satchiel Kerwin, because he insisted that he be there for this business trip, as she had put it. Instead, the steady, exhausted clicking of a raptor's breath is heard. Angus pushes against his Mistress, the desert chill biting at leathery scales, and the tiny elf beside him reaches up to pet his snout. Angus can taste the blood on her hands, can smell the boy that Faetrix had brutally stabbed and left to rot in those dunes.

All that Fae thinks of now is picking up the trail. Following the blood, and finishing the job that Satchiel interrupted.

“You've got to be kidding me?!” A voice rang out with clear indignation as fel-tainted eyes skimmed over a well worn parchment.

“How old is this issue anyway?” The same voice turned warm after the question had been posed, even a bit friendly as its owner apparently addressed another.

Greetings to all the established members of RP-haven, I am quite new here, as one might have gathered. <.< >.>

Upon being sent here by a good friend who has also recently signed up, (though I am unsure of just HOW recent exactly), I piddled around in the shadows and looked over the site. I like the community and I am interested in jumping into RP with a new character I have made and intend to play once I can get back online.

In the meantime, I was hoping it would be alright to simply introduce this character with a backstory on the forums, in hopes of developing him further once I get his feet wet. :)

Seething with anger Melicinth turned and with a harsh chopping motion of her hand banished Volmat and Ormmon to the nether. Betlia had not returned since the night the warlock and voidwalker had come home from Northrend. The succubus’ flagrant disobedience infuriated the forsaken woman so that she trembled with rage as she made her way to her workshop at the back of the cottage.

Stepping through the door Melicinth paid no mind to the piles of gems that cluttered a tabletop or the spools of copper wire, boxes of settings and ore that she used in her jewel crafting. She made her way to the back of the room, hooked a rug with boney toes and tugged it out of the way to reveal a trapdoor.

An empty bed beside her. Where is her beloved?

(( The ongoing events of Heulwen's day, in which a simple plan gets more complicated by the minute, she develops a case of pins and needles in her fingers, and that ceramic duck finally gets what's coming to it.... ))

Reggie lay on the couch and idly watched his wife as she drifted around the small apartment, checking bolts of various cloths and stacks of already made bandages. He folded his arms across his chest before clearing his throat, “Where are the cigarettes, hon?”

She paused briefly before going back to counting how many rolls of a certain bandage she had in a small, neat pile, “We’re out.”

“So why didn’t you buy more?” The Half-Elf raised a slender eyebrow, “I haven’t been able to find them since Tuesday and I know you’d have had time to pick up more…”

“I’m quitting, so are you.”

He blinked and sat up, snagging her wrist and pulling her into her lap as tried to walk by, “Bullshit. With what’s been going on lately… Something’s wrong. What’s wrong?”

Cerwis looked at her husband for a moment before relaxing against him and tucking her head under his chin, “…Nothing’s “wrong” exactly… I’ve just been not feeling so great.”

She spent each day in the service of interests other than her own. Perhaps this was why she never questioned the night. When her waking hours belonged to strangers, it seemed appropriate that her dreams should as well.

She did not know them, the subjects of those dreams, nor did she wish to. They were storybook figures- unreal, unreachable, remnants of a lost tale delivered from some long forgotten tongue. Still, there is always a degree of simple comfort in the familiar, and perhaps Lueli drew some strength from the knowledge that, when she closed her eyes, they would be there, waiting for her.

(( Good citizens of RP-Haven, I come before thee this lovely morn with a simple query:

Do your characters' mounts have names?  If so, how did they come by their handles ICly, and do they hold any OOC meaning or significance?  (Okay, I guess that was a series of three simple queries, my bad.)  I've heard a number of interesting and clever mount monikers over the years, but it's one of those details that often flies under the radar and fails to surface in random RP, so I thought it'd be fun to share.

Ahh, a wonderful thing! Freedom!

True freedom. Not merely being cut off from him, adrift but hearing his Voice, a siren call to return to his side. But such a call recently tapered off, and then went silent. Were the rumors true? Was the Lich King truly dead? Or was he just too busy in his precious Citadel to continue to toy with those former servants? With everyone in Icecrown, surely someone has gotten into his Citadel, to try to kill he who raises the dead…

Victoria did not care either way. All she knew was that she was free to continue her own plans, even if she was constantly thwarted by certain groups of people. To make her daughter everything she was supposed to be. To have true power.

It was a shame her daughter was so adamant about not continuing in what she should be doing.

((

I'm not much of an artist, but I decided to do a character sheet of Nikolai Mathincroft, aka Nicky the Noose.  I wanted to also get his colors established, but dared not try to shade or highlight anything.

As indicated in my previous little blog teaser thing, he's a Forsaken investigator.  I'm in the process of putting together a story for him, so hopefully I'll have something to show for it before long.

Now to just figure out how to get it in...

))

Tiradell’s eyes opened in his room; the single candle in the room sufficient to see what he needed.  Information had been gathered, help summoned, and everything prepared.  He smiled, the first time in many days as he strapped his heavy armor and harness on.  Well we’re just going to have to go find her then, he remembered Raeril saying, feeling just as foolish now that he’d not thought of it himself.  He drew his sword from the rack, hefting it.  He pondered the blade, long and sharp, gleaming from hours of polishing.  His smile widened, teeth showing as he swung the sword up over his head, nearly slashing the ceiling.  “Once again,” he said, feeling the weight, relishing the strain on his muscles as he held it high.  The smile sealed itself once again as he swung the sword back, almost habitually, settling it into its harness.

Stratholme wasn't an easy place to get used to. I'd cultivated a definite look by then. Mastered not just blending in, but looking normal. Heck, I even figured out how to appeal to women by then, though it never really took the sting out of that first rejection. I never formed any attachments.. no point to it, don't you think?

I found a job in a tavern as the man responsible for escorting drunken patrons out, and it was a good deal while it lasted. But my nightly runs along the rooftops to stay fit even though I was the height I am now by then.. and not exactly thief material.. let's just say that the first time a patron tried to knife me and failed miserably... so miserably that he required burial.. well, I found a note in my dingy little flat.

"Come to the stableyard at the Market Row, end of the line, at midnight."

Unsigned.

Her escape from the city had not been flawless. The wound on her arm left a trail that even an unskilled tracker would have been able to follow. But once she got out of the city she took some time to bandage the wound to prevent any persuit. Not even Akrish knew where she was going. She just knew she had to leave.

She took the road west to the dead scar and turned south to follow it. The dead scar was silent near the city since the Rangers did a good job of keeping the undead away from the city walls, but as she moved south she could hear the shuffling and moaning of the pathetic undead that still wandered this region.

As she waded through the stream that washed across the putrid stain on the landscape, she saw a scraggly undead that silently stared at her. He displayed no emotion; no hatred, no hunger and no sadness. She stopped and looked down into the glassy water at her own emotionless reflection.

From Acherus, a bone gryphon with a gnarly courier swiftly flies to the brightly decorated Silvermoon City...

Within the gheist's person, a letter sealed with the blood insignia of the Ebon Knights.

Baroness,

Suffer Well! So short has my notice been to imply my desire to return to SIlvermoon and stand side by side with you on the tenets of Virtues. Respect. Tenacity. Compassion. We, both living and dead Sin'Dorei have learned to respect each other quickly not out of convenience, but out of necessity. Our Tenacity must be bold and sure, if we are to be voices of reason together against those who would see chaos done to our fair city. Compassion always must be wielded with more expertise than the most abled blade or stave for the dead, and the living.

I am unsure if this is just me, but I wanted to report a bug I'm seeing. I am in the middle of puting up a post, but when I go to enter anything in "Players", "Storylines", or "Keywords", I get an error with the auto complete tool. Usually I can type in part of a name, like Star, and it will give me a list, right? This time, all I'm getting is a error message poping up, "An http error 0 has occured. htp:/www.rp-haven.com/taxonomy/autocomplete/5" (removing parts, so it's not seen as a link). I've never had this issue before now, and I don't know if it's something with my browser, or the site itself (Using Firefox.). Oddly enough, it's only on the blog, when I tryed to enter something under 'Keywords' here, I had no problem using it.

There seemed to be at least twenty tauren, or more, sitting in a ring near the walls of the tent. They wore a vast array of garments and some wore armor. The only gap in the ring was in front of the closed door flap and straight across from this Aponi Brightmane sat. She was the first Sunwalker and the head of the group. This was her council; hand-picked from the ranks of those who had completed their training to help decide policy and the direction that the Sunwalkers as a whole should take. It was a great responsibility as well as a great honor and amongst them sat Senoj Ragetotem. He still wore his armor, having just come from the training fields. His weapon he had left outside the tent. This was a place of peace and of council. Weapons were not allowed. Senoj watched the current speaker, a gray-coated tauren who sat on the other side of the circle.

“We lost ten of our first group of initiates to complete their training the other day in a centaur raid,” he said, his words drawing mutters from others. “I cannot help but think that this is too many. They may have been outnumbered, but, had that been ourselves in their place, I think the losses would have been less severe. I cannot help but think this tragedy serves to show us that our ways of training initiates is somehow flawed.”

It all began with a fight in the bar.  A troll woman who had seen her share of battles and beds, and an orc who had to duck whenever he entered a building. A few heated words, and push turned to shove, which turned into an all-out brawl. A few well-placed gold coins and the unlikely pair of brawlers managed to put on a show that not only caught the attention of the crowd, but most of the local security as well. The Laughing Zhevra was quickly surrounded by onlookers and Bruisers, long before the usual end of happy hour.

For those of you who know me and have been wondering where I am (you know who you are!), I'm not dead!

This is NOT a "boohoo, I'm leaving WoW, you all better miss me, I want to be the center of attention!" thing. Though being the center of attention is fun if it's good attention. Now, I -might- be leaving WoW but that's going to be explained a bit later in this post.

See, both my laptop and the old "new" desktop I had went kapleueye and won't support WoW. Or Starcraft 2, although on that score, I'm disappointed in the game because I somehow expected more and it just goes to show that I'm more of a MMORPG girl than a strat-game girl.

I've also been job-hunting. Still. It sucks. I hate it. But have to do it.

To hide from the Blood Knights....we had to shut Death up. She kept talking tongues, I swear, theres something up with her..I made a >.> face, sneaking around SIlvermoon like ninjas. 

We got caught..ah yeah..Heh

((Gotta go..I dont have much time these days -_-))

For those who run about with the Meddlers, theres been lack of a certain Gnome Death Knight tank lately (a fact we certainly all lament). A couple months ago, Delphiee, Cerwis, and I had the pleasure of meeting Julica's player in person, and finding out just what he's been working on the last few months. Recettear: An Item Shop's Tale is now localized and available for preorder on Steam, thanks to Julica and his partners in Carpe Fulgar LLC. Congrats, Jules (And I had to continue Drogar's attempts to beat you to the punch)! I've had a chance to play the demo, and it's a fun little RPG. I may have to get a Steam account now...

I figure that I might as well make this official, since it's been all but finalized in the past few months.  I would normally just fade away without a word but I feel that I owe some of you at least an explanation and an honest farewell when I leave.

I haven't played much for the past few months because I made a mistake.  That mistake was that I allowed the RP of one of my characters to be defined and be dependant upon those of another player, so I really shouldn't have been surprised when my character was destroyed by them.  While I've RPed several characters over my career in WoW, this character had been my main for my entire career.  He was there when Anka ran the Leaf, when rogues with guns could shoot as fast as hunters, and there were no flight points into Searing Gorge.  I've tried RPing as other characters since the loss of my main, but my thoughts keep drifting back to the character I should be playing.  But it's only inev

The months crawled, and the land only got colder and more inhospitable.

From the desk of Convocate-General Firatril

Dear Aestan Firatril,

It has been a while since I heard from you. Will you be bringing the sweet rolls soon? I don't require a whole truck of them, but I would like to try them at the very least. Please write me before you stop by. It would be an awful shock, otherwise!

Sincerely,

Apophis

In the first weeks, her letters had been polite and written immaculately, if vaguely. She always took great care with them, loathe to leave bread crumbs that would lead to her. The fewer people who knew her location, the better. Aestan knew her location, but didn't know her. Turus knew it all, but Turus wouldn't speak of it. She couldn't.

From the desk of Convocate-General Firatril