((Oct. 19 I think was my last one...whoopdedoo. Anyway, before I may offer you tissues and donuts, this is not a character death. Because in WoW, apparently, dying is stupid. ;)
My first choice for the title was "You can't hide from Hades", but it's all the same to me.
Anyway, *offers tissues and donuts*. Hope you all enjoy reading it!))
You can't hide from Hades. You can try. By the Gods can you try...But in the end, how long can you keep it up?
It shouldn’t have surprised me. I could still feel Kharris’s eyes. The usually playful sparkling hue was flat and serious. Angry even. Hell, I even knew why.
Because I had used Iloam.
Soooooooo..... maybe I could have done things differently. I should have figured out someone else to use to cleanse the corrupted soulstone. So maybe there were pieces of decay and voices of the past lurking in the bottom of that oily stone. But they are fucking crazy, if they think for a second; I was sticking that putrescent vile stone that smelled like another warlock in my ex-husband.
Jericho may not be mine now, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t kill everyone in that room to protect him.
Iloam was strong. He could take it.
So why the hell was it Kharris’s eyes that I saw as I walked away from the scene.
That flicker of suspicion.
((Continued from: http://www.rp-haven.com/blog/meladela/simple_test ))
((Mairead past: http://www.rp-haven.com/blog/mairead/endings_and_beginings ))
There were a few misgivings about coming to Ashenvale at Mairead and Tyne’s insistence. My failures to fully rebuild my wards was enough to prod me into attempting a different course of action before I went down some dark path I might never return from whole in mind and body.
Tyne will be joining me later teach and guide me in new ways to repair the damage done, he promised me only the spirits of his people would inhabit the shores of the lake and they would not trouble me.
What was supposed to be a quick dip in a secluded cove on the southern shore of Lake Mystral to remove the grime and dirt from traveling proved him wrong.
The image of the body floating a few inches below the surface of the water next to me was both beautiful and troubling.
Dalaran, a magical city, filled with countless wonders, every task, exotic or mundane, done with flair. The magical brooms that swept the streets clean, the enchanted shop signs, the lampposts kept alight with fire from wands. Tiradell walked down the cobblestones, passing the brightly-lit shops, face flat and expressionless. He stopped in front of a circular tower, the signs on the door and on the nearby overhang proclaimed this to be the offices of Atlas Treasure Salvage, Dalaran branch.
A humorless grin appeared on his face as he stepped up to the door, reaching his hand up to knock on the door, his red-and-black gauntleted fist banging loudly. A slightly peeved voice sounded from behind the door, “Come in! We’re not closed!”
The spirit realm was quiet. Quiet, save for the low burbling of the river Madeleine could see just down the path and the strange, echoing whispers that didn’t seem to come from any direction in particular. A tall, winged woman floated nearby; just out of reach. Watching the ways, it seemed.
An unseen force pulled the petite elf towards that swiftly moving river that cut a swath through the muted landscape. On the other side she could see great forests and fields, dark shadows shifted within. Maddy looked down into the clear water then across. It wasn’t so far to that inviting other side; the water looked so cool and refreshing…The trip would be short, sweet, and oh so worth it. She went to lower her bare foot down into the water before she paused.
We did it! Only you’re not here. I don’t know what happened to you. You never said anything about not being with me. I was so scared when I called out to you and you didn’t answer. But that’s okay Ythrl! I promise I wont let you down.
“I hide the salami in my shoes! Here look, it keeps it warm!”
Iridal squeaked excitedly and bent down to unbutton the poorly sewn pocket on the side of her boot. After rummaging around for a few moments she popped back up with her prize: a rather large slice of greasy salami, “See! The perfect temperature!”