Leaning back on the bench, a dark haired female surveyed the hot, dusty environment of Durotar as her greenish blue eyes taking in the forms of several sweaty orcs training across the fields. Hearing the creak of the wood as a stocky, old and heavily armored orc took up the rest of the bench space, Dellissa spoke with a slight smirk upon her lips, idly greeting him as she kept staring ahead, acting as if she was not speaking to him. Doing the same as the former lieutenant general, the orc replied in a grumbling tone of voice as he slid a piece of parchment across to her, greeting her. " Good afternoon Sunfire, I believe that I do have some news for you."
First of all, some of you may remember me, some of you may not, I am the player behind Dellisa/Dellissa. I have decided to come back to shadow council from time to time, playing a mage named Biarzenne. Where have I been? well I have been playing on another server for a considerable period of time and I haven't roleplayed for a while, so yeah... I'm back to catch up with you all and hopefully roleplay again but as Biarzenne!)
"Alright! Take five!"
The voice boomed over the field of workers raising tents. The location for the food had been established, after much diliberation, and those Recruits and Rangers that had volunteered to get everything prepared for the Archery Competition were out of breath in the afternoon sun that glared from the golden crowns of the Sunstrider towers.
"You should go for it."
" It might work."
Standing tall under the single beam of light within the darkness, Dellissa heard of those words as she turned around slowly, her softly glowing blue eyes straining to take in any details, or faces within the cloak of blackness that belonged to those three male voices whose words were repeated to her in very moment. Stepping forwards with the light following her, she called out into the thick blackness which did not answer her questions nor provide her any clue, until a voice rang out, behind her.
" You can change your destiny."
Baron Furtimer von Munchausen knew a lot of people. This particular individual, albeit a balding bespectacled specimen of Goblinity, was the best lawyer available to a man of his considerable wealth. Greesie considered herself in excellent hands as she settled delicately before his desk, folding one leg over the other and arching her back a little to highlight the subtle curves of her chest beneath her sundress. Her smile was one of mute suffering, a noble propensity to endure without complaint, while her eyes glinted with malice. The man smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling in sympathy.
“What brings you here today, miss?” He asked, his voice slick with practiced sincerity.
Just thought i'd post a full scale picture of the newest avatar I've just done for Dell- and done by mouse (my wrist is making me pay for it- please don't try this at home, kiddies >_> ) ... I think it has alot of room for improvements but enjoy!
Dellissa frowns into the mirror of the Barbershop, watching her reflection with eyes full of criticism, noting the pale skin with a cross shaped scar over her right eyelid, her soft red lips almost open as if to say something, all framed by the blueness of her hair, that had become her trademark since the change way back in the day, that fated decision, her mind abuzz with many thoughts, when that prominent thought, from a teal haired goblin she happened to have come past the other day while in town, when she had an impulse moment to go there wearing her old training clothes and a blonde wig.
(Bare with me, I had to get this out, the scene was too poignant. Hopefully the switch between past and present is easy to understand and with big peices of writing like this I tend to never do them if I procrastinate.)
Synn reached into her desk drawer, sliding it open with burned gloves. She removed the official looking parchment. It was still tightly bound in its case, the seal still hardened in wax. She had never mailed it. The pervasive document sat clutched in her scarred fingers. The contents the only thing she had carried with her when she left that Inn in Silvermoon, what felt like ages ago.
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Within the morning papers, inserts were slipped in every newspaper. Dalaran, Ratchet, Gadgetzan, Orgrimmar, Thunder Bluff, Shattrah City, Silvermoon, Undercity, and strongholds such as Light's Hope all received these cryptic messages.
The name of the insert was The Whispering Lips, with a large section especially devoted to pictures and captions.
Good morning proud citizens of the Horde! We trust you've made the right decisions when you got the preview to our brand new publication! That scene was just delightfully wicked, with discreet eyes on the street reporting the local pastry shop in Silvermoon almost emptying OUT of patrons when certain celebrities showed up!
Our analyst Ima B. Tr'lling secretly got some comments from the scent after purchasing a cupcake. Here's what his recorder picked up:
(This is part of that new project of Friendship musings, I wanted to do. More will be coming =)
t was late at night, Van and Morrigan slept side by side on the bed and could feel my thoughts restless and mulling over the details of the day in insidious detail. I pulled out a decanter of bourbon and poured a half glass, rolling my wrist to swirl the dark liquor staring into it. The idea of how polar opposite my life was from months ago, before, alone, always alone. Only my pets to keep me company in a dank and uninspired apartment and now... all this. It was … baffling.
“I think she is good for you, you need something stable in your life,” Iloams words stopped me.
“You mean you realize I am unstable?” I joke, but the truth is if Iloam is noticing my chaos and commenting on it, perhaps there was something to his words.
I had been fidgety and nervous all evening about Iloam's party. I had not attended a major social event in years. I fretted over a costume and went through idea after idea.
I began to think that I should maybe not attend and then Synn looked at me. She smiled at me and my reslove instantly melted. Once again acknowledging I could deny her nothing. The increasingly familiar mixture of love and fear filled me. My emotions vied for control, as they had been since I met Synn.
A bit later we arrived at Iloam's party and my spirits lifted. There were not many that I knew there but they were kind to me. I had finally begun to relax when Synn grabbed my hand excitedly. "Let's go get our fortunes read!"
I smiled at her excitement and replied as I followed her, "As you wish."
I followed Synnaquin through the inn as we made our way to Murder Row. I hung to the back of the group and remained silent, my insides tangled with apprehension. As we came to a stop in front of the brothel, I stared at the building, memories washing over me from my time spent there. I thought back to how I'd ended up there. The rebellion against my father, the mana use before I got to the brothel, the sex. I'd wanted it, the mindless escape that chasing pleasure gives. Then I remembered the sober times, with the other women there. The ones who became closer to me than my own blood.
(I have edited the dates to reflect ICly, Shryn's timeline! Thanks for your patience <3 )
I stared across at Vandethir, a memory of Kagg distracting me from his words. I blink and shake my head certain I had misheard him,
“I said, I want to burn this city to the damned ground,” growled the Blood Knight suddenly and I nodded to him slowly. “Your joking right?” I say carefully, raising a brow.
She laid in pain. Coughing hurt, it felt like she shattered her chest with each involuntary spasm. She had awakened this way...
I started with hot apple cider bought in the morning from the bazaar; the apples were actually from a human farmer, but when you are in goblin cities it isn't that hard to get the rare gems. Apple cider is amazing when it is fresh with a slight amount of cinnamon added in, especially when the mornings are chilly. Only moments after I had finished the drink had I turned on my newest style of communicator and received multiple messages about the day. I might just give this thing back to the creator, Throgmorton, if I have to listen to all the nonsense that goes through the contraption.
It seemed Acelynn was still down with something or another, making it difficult for her to do her job or even to take care of her own children. Iloam was having a hell of a time getting things done at the Booty Bay office, something about having poor penmanship, so I offered my services as a scribe so he may get the letters he needed sent done with.
It is funny, really; of all the people in ATS that I have encountered, Iloam is the only one I actually like.
Sometimes it felt like the world had gone mad. Felsworn, pretenders to any number of thrones, cyborgs, mad bombers, killer constructs… Sid knew he was forgetting a lot of entries in the growing list of woes, but he was too tired to think much on anything. Not wanting to risk falling asleep in the saddle again, he left his charger stabled in Tranquilien and trudged home on foot. He found no opposition on the road, Scourge or otherwise, and it was just as well. He wasn’t in the mood for any more bullshit. He felt a delirious sense of relief as he approached the estate, that was until he noticed the letter attached to the gate. It was held to one rusting metal bar by what looked like a small magnet.
The Duchess landed in the port town of Booty Bay, on a cool night with the moon rising over the horizon. Securing the gryphon with the flight master, she sauntered over to the town's local bar. She heard from the group Iloam had ran earlier that there was a party or something going on down here. Upon entering the bar, she found many of the ATS crew, her eyes fixated upon the Baron tending to his drunken Baroness on a table. Perhaps she was drunk, or revealing a side she never knew.
Whatever it was, she disregarded the shenanigans of Liore and Iloam, both whom seemed to be naked save for their undergarments. They stood in the middle of the bar, speaking gibberish about one thing or another. She decided to head upstairs silently and take a glass of water to survey the scene. Indeed, she even found General Dellissa amongst the ATS cronies, so she headed on over to check out that scene.
Hello all, it's been a while since I looked into anything world of warcraft related...
First off, for those who has been wondering where have I gone...my account got pished.
I'm still struggling to get in touch with Blizzard, to fix it, and that is why I haven't been around. My options thus far is, either I keep on fighting to finally get through to Blizzard, or buy the games again and make a brand new account (and that makes me wince because before the pishing, I was working on fixing dell up as dps-er.. so those hours' gone down the drain thanks to that one stupid mistake... brilliant, thats me.)
If I go with the second (and expensive) option at least I'll get a clean slate I suppose, over a few certain issues that I was having when I suddenly took that leave without warning.
Secondly, I hope you all are doing well and RP is hopefully thriving on Shadow Council.
Looking forwards to hopefully possibly catching up with some of you.
Thralls: 40 I counted, Not all of them like me.But they are there...
Death Knights made: 1
Hello, Hello...Hello!? Fluff and stuff and all that Jazz. I made my First Death knight.. Dellissa; Once an elven paladin.. Now a Fel Knight. Twisting her body and soul with Fel magick and flipping the metaphysical switch that opperates with light and life. To Blood, Unholy, and still as the Grave.