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[Art Post] Kharris the blanket thief!

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I drew Kharris the blanket thief in her own cloak, and wrapped in the blanket underneath. It was inspired by White Hart last night, and if I feel ambitious(and miss Kharris wishes), I might attack it with colored pencil later.

http://chounoyume.project-nex.us/kharriscloak_01.jpg

Linked, because I fail at 'lj cut'. -_-

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A moment of clarity

The sun is setting on Silvermoon, although I cannot see it.

The Scryer and Aldor forces have done their jobs well: the Prince's forces are moving. The Scarlets are in place in the Ghostlands. The Rangers, thanks to Razyel, have slowly crept into Silvermoon and are prepared for the Prince's assault. The trade guilds, thank the gods, have finally grown a spine and demanded the reinstatement of the Convocate.

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The ghost on my wall

The Aldor are moving, sooner than I anticipated, but at least they are taking action. This is balanced somewhat by the inertia here in Silvermoon, which is even greater than I anticipated. But it is not over yet.

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ART POST: Kharris in Shadow Form

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I know she doesn't share my comic-book riddled vision of shadow form being a big spectacle, but I wanted to draw Kharris all floaty and evil as shadow form weaves its way up her :-) I added some sparklies for girlyness.

 

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Heart's Sweetness

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Well, Cinn... I just can't stop thinking about her. She was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I mean.. EVER. Am I just being stupid, do you think? I mean, up until now, the only things I've really thought about are the smell of the trees, the feel of the wind. You know... what it is to be alive.

I wonder if she'd like those too. I think she would, you know? Something about the way she stood made me think she'd be a little afraid of the world I see... but that she'd love it. She's like a deer, Cinn. Those enormous beautiful eyes. The perfect grace of her. She's so beautiful.

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In which the letter responds to the position of the poison

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Kharris Dawndancer took a page from Artisania Marveloso's book.

Literally.

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Whiskey and Stout. Good for the soul.

I was sittin' in my usual spot at White Hart by the time people started to arrive. The couch by the fire. Always. Of course, it's hard to sleep when people come in and slam the door as the Black-haired priest did. He was wearing this purple and white wintersaber number. And as gaudy as it looked inside, I had to inwardly compliment him on the good snow camoflauge.

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Snow, Humans, and Dust Motes, Oh My!

((Hands down the longest character list I've ever written! Thanks guys! <3))

 

Dear Journal,

There is this little place in Winterspring that Kaganos sniffed out last night. A wonderful place filled with people, only one of which I actually knew. Quite the different crowd that I'm used to, that's for sure. I'll start from the beginning, as much as I can remember this morning.

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Morning at the Altar of Shadows

I am at the Altar Of Shadows, and I am holding one of the few physical possessions which is precious to me. It is a delicate silver crown, inlaid with three emeralds alike in shape and color: one large, and two small. It was a gift, and I treasure it. In a few days, a few weeks at most, I will destroy it.

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Unfamiliar with her life

 Kharris stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling solemnly in complete exhaustion.  The dancer was still, for once, and lay quietly on the luxurious bed with it’s down overstuffing and veritable mountain of pillows.  The bedding was of high quality—not whatever Shryn had on her own bed, Kharris was sure, but better than what Kharris was used to, for certain.   Raven strands of silky hair fanned out under her head, framing her expressionless face.

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No One Beside You

((This will make far more sense if you've read "The Scythe Ran Into A Stone" and in general, have been following Theryl's Story. Mild language warnings))

 

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The Only Emperor

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Artisania Marveloso watched with a grin as the gnome scooped out her ice-cream.

 

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.

 

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Miserere 11 - Open thou my lips

"Was it worth it?"  I could still hear Kharris' anguished question.

Eustace de Vigne's soul was in the hands of the Sha'tar now, although Light only knew what they'd do with it.  Getting that soul had cost Iloam's life, and even if she'd brought him back, Kharris was still shaken.

"Was it worth it?"  She'd asked and I could only give her the truth.  "Probably not."

 

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The Scythe Ran Into A Stone

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Me Dad used to say, “All cats are grey at night.” The cold, black night washes over the hill overlooking Brill and everything moves in shadows. Everything is the same at night.  It used to be my solace.

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The man who never was

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After receiving Iloam's letter this morning, I went to Ashenvale and spent all damned day trying to find some trace of him. I did find someone who recalled seeing him come into town, but he wasn't to be found. So I spent the day riding back and forth over hill and dale behind Rhuuduun, who had a grand old time of it, chasing down anything small and furry we ran across and tearing it into small bloody chunks.

At least Weevil seemed to enjoy it. He likes playing in underbrush, of which Ashenvale has copious quantities.

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An Unsent Letter

((Written two days ago, and burned immediately after))

Tylien,

My heart is a mutinous bastard. I never used to feel these things, before you. I could kill and steal and fuck with a clean conscience. Hell, I enjoyed my work. I didn’t even know how to say ‘love’ in anything but the old tongue, and my lips had no use for those words. Until you.

 

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The difference between hawks and owls

Liore buys a gift for his sister Tylien, recalling the past few weeks of his life.

Showing Ixinane the felpits in Shadowmoon Valley,

Palling around with Kharris and Iloam,

Visiting Tylien in thunderbluff and having a rather revealing conversation.

Sitting with Kharris in gadgetzan and having another honest conversation.

Wondering if his fortune thingy was pointing at Bellani,

Trying to be his best self, for no other reason than curiosity of the results.

 

 

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Something Rash (Part two)

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"Ihhhl'm?"  His name tasted like blood.

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Miserere 8 - To put out all my misdeeds

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I watch clouds scud across an iron-grey sky, clouds of mist blowing past, snow covering the ground.  Not quite like my dreams, but close.  Not flat enough, for one thing, the Plaguelands have a bit of a roll to them, most places.  Gods, but I'm cold, almost shivering despite my armor and heavy cloak.  How long has it been since I've been really warm?

 

It's the cold that wakes me, the scars on my back burn like fire. 

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Overdue - (Part II of III)

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There are hundreds of miles of pipeline down here, but I can find her just as easily on instinct alone. My eyes dilate and burn brighter in the dark catacombs, fingers sliding along damp stone, my boots alternating between crunching gravel and rancid puddles. If I listen closely, I think I can hear the distant sound of horse hooves and shuffling feet above us - but it's only imagined. There is only the sound of rushing sewer water, the shrill squeaking of rats, the snap of bones under my feet... and the loveliest sound of all - my siren call - the echoed sobs of a little girl.

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Something Rash (Part one)

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"It got dumped into the canal."

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Overdue (Part 1 of 3)

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((Apologies to the ladies involved for being behind. This series took place ICly two weeks ago. Warnings [of various seriousness]: sexual themes, allusions to rape, minor violence, rogue torture))

 

It’s not that I don’t sleep at all. It’s that I try to avoid it.

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Tea and ultimatums

"Was it true? Had that artist Rossetti really gone mad and killed himself in the Gallery?

I did not pay much attention to the rumours at first. These people -- my people, I need to remind myself, more often as time goes on -- are always twittering about something. It was not until I heard the deceased man's full name, Maudlin Rosetti, that I took notice.

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ART: Iloam & Kharris

 

and because I'm a TERRIBLE colorist, here is the lineart if anyone would like to play with colouring it in ArtRage? 

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Bloodsugar part 4: Wicked Game

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She started to come around the moment I had her where I wanted her, a reverse hanged man I believe it’s called. Her arms pinned behind her back and chained to support her weight with those arms, leaving only the balls of her feet on the floor to keep her from tearing the muscles in her shoulders…. See I let her have that… and here everyone seems to think I have no heart. Iloam had been spitting venom at me while I strung his little priestess up, calling me jealous and pathetic, funny thing that, perhaps I was jealous, but this went far beyond that.

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Bloodsugar part 3: Nemesis

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“Do you know what nemesis means?

A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt...... me.” -Bricktop

 

 

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Clean Mountain Air

It's a beautiful night up here in the mountains, Cinn. Don't you think? I mean, I loved it on the Barrens.. the smell, the heat... the life.. it was so. Hum. What's the word? Primal? Vital. It was vitality I felt amid the sweating beasts and the rustling dry grass.
Up here... it's very different, but it's the same, you know? It's life. All around us. Untamed, beautiful life.
Like that rock we saw along the path. I know you were using the bush, but I REALLY liked that rock. The paterns on it of lichen.. it was.. it was so different, wasn't it, Cinn?
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The Drunkard's Dream

I could barely remember the events of the previous night as I stumbled into the Shattrath apartment. There was a bitter, plum taste mixed with vomit and stale morning saliva on the inside of my mouth, and my lips were bitter to my tongue. The snick of the key in the door seemed to echo like Tauren war drums in my ears and I snapped my eyes shut as screaming of Kharris’ kitten added to the torture.

 

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The Aftermath of Yesterdays

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Bellani awoke slowly. Painfully. She didn't dare open her eyes. As her senses came to life, her skin began to tingle. Soft pricks that built into a crescendo of painful stings as numbness turned into feeling. Her face was pressed against something cold, hard and smooth. The mere flutter of her eyelids brought a dizzying glare of blinding whiteness and her head pounded with the thunder of a thousand orcish war drums. When at last she could pry open her eyes and let her vision focus, Bellani realized that she was lying in her bathtub. She couldn't begin to fathom why.

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Blood sugar: Prelude

They stayed huddled in the dark, Writhlyn’s arms wrapped protectively around her shivering sister. They could still hear her screaming, though in the farthest room from the chaos, they wouldn’t run from her, their half mad mistress. Her shrieks seemed to move through the walls, but they stayed where they were. Wraithlyn nursing her punishment for failure and Halodante shaking from a single brush with her nightmare in the body of a red headed elf.

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