The Voidwalker yelled, his inky mass careening down the hallway, bumping small tales proudly displaying portraits, statues, and knick knacks from all over Azeroth and beyond.
The students slowly filed into the classroom, a buzz of excitement in the air. Many of thier parents still had thier reservations, but most of the children were far too excited about what they could possibly learn from this teacher to care. So excited in fact, all but the older males completely missed the slip of a girl with her feet on her desk in the back as they came in, her mammory glands underlined by the large book cradled in her lap.
It wasn't long, however, before people started wondering just where thier teacher was...
Shannae had gathered them to try and convince them that it was, in fact, safe for thier children to attend her class. Little did she know when she arranged the meeting, just how far she might have to go to win them over.
Shannae squinted her eyes to shield them somewhat from the brilliant presence of the Naaru. Today, she had not come to speak with them, simply passing from one of the many portals to another on her way to places better left unvisited. Something was odd on this night, however. A vague feeling of being watched that she couldn't shake set her nerves on edge.
I cannot see you,
I keep you, in my heart.
I cannot hear you,
I keep you, in my heart.
I cannot feel you,
I keep you, in my heart.
I cannot sense you,
I keep you, in my heart.
You are so far away,
But I am not alone.
You're forever, in my heart.
Well now, I make a post detailing that I wont be present until this settles, and why, and come to find it has also been locked, and the display of comments on it has been disabled (I can see quite plainly that someone commented in the Recent Comments box). I was going to be good and quiet and let thinsg settle as they should have after speaking to Lorith, but I find this sort of nonsense going on instead. Allow me then, to explain a few things.
"This content has been modified by another user, changes cannot be saved."
Well, I have Lorith telling me one thing, Tabi telling me another, and quite frankly, they contradict to the point that I wonder if they're on the same moderator staff. When you folks get this sussed out, drop me a line. Until then, there will be no posts from the following Characters, should anyone have been waiting for them:
I simply refuse to support a website that has its own staff divided on issues as important as censorship and what is or is not the proper way to respectfully handle persons they feel were out of line.
The title more or less says it all. I can't sleep, I can't get any of my ideas into writing (that I don't delete 30 seconds later, anyways), and I havn't seriously toyed with Lillies shiny new Wacom Tablet... yet. -grin- Linkage below the break! =^.^= (Erm, and clicking on any of them at work is possibly a bad idea.)
It's been said before, and will be again I'm sure, that sometimes the best retelling of a story is the original thing. Ergo, I present for your reading pleasure, a chatlog of the actual RP. (With apologies for typos and such, as I have done -NO- editing of this at all.) The setting is the small building that serves as Shannaes home in Ironforge. Specifically, the bedroom. They were passing time simply enjoying the conversation and one another's presence when...
Whirring Bronze Gizmos: one gold, twenty silvers
Gold Power Cores: one gold, fourty silvers
Copper Modulator: twenty four silvers
Raptor Hides: twelve silvers
Giving your girlfriend a night to remember: Priceless
The following letter can be found by the
appropriatte person, resting neatly upon her
pillow. The paper seems rather ancient,
despite its obviously recent selection for a
writing surface, and the letters inscribed
thereon appear to have been seared into it
rather than inked.
... is that you never know just who might
Shannae floated in that wonderful place between the dreaming and waking worlds, savouring the tingles dancing over her bare skin where it made contact with her lovers.
Sleep, however, would not come.
Shannae just sort of stood there, dumbfounded, staring at Barthalomew the Revered like he'd grown a second, or even a third, head.
"You wawnt me to WAWT!?"
I write to inform you that I shall be returning home for my leave soon. I do not have a precise time, as this recent catastrophe has sent all form of military order into shambles. I fear also, that you may not know me when I arrive. War is a more terrible thing than I had imagined, yes, but no battlefield in Azeroth could have prepared me for the sights I have seen these last few days.
Something was wrong. Terrificaly, wonderfully, horroribly, wrong.
"You....you should be dead!" the elf screeched, sending another black bolt of power tearing through the small woman before him.
Shannae sat patiently astride Storm, watching the gorge below. Against the red sand and ash she could plainly see the small party of Dalarians, their purple robes flowing behind them as they sped away from the demon cultists. Elementals and storms of energy trailed behind them, giving the pursuers but a moments pause before being shredded and left behind. Unknownst to the mages, however, the path they had chosen led to a dead end, literally.
Her sword came crashing down, cleaving the demon cultist in half, ending the threat of his dark magicks decisively, yet the battle was far from over. Ducking on reflex, an arrow passes by where her head was moments prior, she rolls and rises, catching an oversized axe by its haft and sending it away, her blades hungry edge biting deeply into a broad neck....
Shannae lounged on a small couch, sipping slowly from her bottle. Her leave time always seemed so boring, so dull, without the thunderous crash of firebolts and the ringing clash of steel echoing around her. Still, even her body required rest at times, so she spent the days lazily sipping fine liqueur and sleeping.
Again Shannae landed roughly on her rump in the soft earth, and again the horse pattered away from her with a whinny. She snarled as she climbed to her feet, glaring at the horsemaster.
"Ah thought ye said dat was tha most docile animal ya had?"
Shannae wandered amongst the dilapidated buildings, noting the positioning of the defenders of the small town. She wasn't rightly sure why the place was worth holding, really. It was technically within Horde territory, and Dalaran was barely part of the Grand Alliance anymore besides that. Yet, here she was, guarding a shipment of supplies that had made it past the Defilers for dissemination at the front and some of it, past it.
Shannae stood at attention, a perfect statue in glimmering gold and red mail. The elven Sentinel towered over her, but she did not raise her eyes so much as a degree, luminous orbs staring straight ahead as the woman spoke.
Shannae paced the bunker like a caged and hungry animal. It almost certainly unnerved her comrades, but she didn't really care. Battle was at hand, and she had to sit in this room with nine other people and wait.
Shannae stood amongst the ranks of volunteers. She eyed them over, almost boredly, while they were inspected, and couldn't help but wonder how most of them expected to be of any use. Farm-boys, a scribe, an old woman with a stack of books, not a single real soldier amongst them. Finally, the Knight who was reviewing them got around to her.
((This entry contains depictions and suggestions of things of a decidely mature nature. By veiwing this post you agree the author is not liable for any repurcussions of your actions, legal or otherwise. ))
"Go home, Eredar. If they will not take you, you must go yourself," the strange, blind elf had commented, almost off-handedly, as she walked past Shannae in Booty Bay. Something about it struck a chord in her soul, she was always thinking about it in her off moments, when there was nothing else to do. And always, in those times, she would find herself looking out, across the sea, towards Kalimdor, or maybe, Northrend, she wasnt entirely sure with the angle.
Shannae stood in empty darkness, slowly opening her eyes. Steel sang as the massive sword upon her back swung free, her defensive crouch met only with dark silence.
"So, we meet again, little one," a deep crescendo rang out, seemingly from no where and everywhere at once. It was an all too familiar voice.
She stared at the shineing waters, instinctive fear screaming at her to flee, warning of danger.
A voice, his voice, "No matter what happens, I will be beside you until the end..."
A step, and cool water, then, unconsciousness, an orgasm of agony following in the wake of all consumeing purifying flames...
An empty waste, desolate, and charred.
A green field, flowers freshly in bloom.
A woman strides amongst the ashes, clothed in gossamer white.
A woman sits, girded in black mail, picking a flower to smell.
Shannae floated, drifting, on the Nether winds. Infinity spread around her, power suffused her being, but, above it all, she was alone. Not even the mighty dragon with which she had entered this realm could be seen, the strange physics of this plane makeing eons into seconds, and inches into miles.