Kowits
Secondary Profession
Mokk Kowits was wet and miserable.
Orgrimmar wasn’t particularly known for its wet weather. When it did rain, however, it poured heaping buckets of cold, drenching slop. What roads there were turned into useless puddles of mud. Many of the leaky rooftops, some even capable of withstanding cannon fire, were not prepared against an onslaught of the elements – particularly with such extensive repairs going underway near constantly.
Rainstorms tended to be in short supply in Orgrimmar. Misery was not.
A Song For The Old Boar
The grumbling boar sits on the floor
And glares at all in sight
Yet when the fire water flows
He'll talk for half the night
Ready or Not: Audience Participation
The far reaches of Northrend seemed almost like a different world, but that didn't save Sheva from feeling the earth shudder beneath her feet. Something was wrong, horribly wrong, and she could feel it down to her core.
Stopping in a nearby outpost she spent the day waiting to catch up on any news from down south. Sure enough word began to trickle in about the shattering of Azeroth and her sense of unease grew to full-fledged fear. What if Kowits had left Northrend? What if he had returned home?
She had a choice to make. Continue on the quickly cooling path she currently followed to find him or return home to start over. One way or the other, hell or high water, she was determined to find her barrister.
Ready or Not (Part 2)
"I'm sorry but I have no sword to give you. It was meant for the one who would free me from this prison with the use of an ember of fireblaze. Alas, I gave it to a troll who blasted his way through here with an excitable raptor. One of his errant fireballs broke the spell, but only temporarily. I hadn't realized it immediately and when I did, it was too late. He was already gone with my sword. Lucky for me you have come along with the ember to free m...."
Ready or Not (Part 1)
"There's only one redeeming quality about this fel-forsaken cespool, Shona."
Vengance Landing only barely made it onto the list of places Sheva would willingly visit more than once because it was the last place she had seen Kowits. It felt like as good a place as any to start her search, see what she could turn up. As luck would have it she got a lead...
Janosis' Big Day Out - Part 2
The Tournament!
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Out of the Dark
Time seems to stop having meaning when you wallow in things like Ratchet, and rum. I suppose it’d been months since I’d seen anything outside that town, the only change are the people coming and going. For a while I cared about the crowds, hoping that by some miracle just one of them would hold the face I felt desperate to see. Time also seems to be the biggest hope killer of all.
A wandering, seeking soul will get restless when it sits too long which may be why when the zepplins started flying to Northrend I thought it’d be a fantastic idea to get on one. I had no idea what I was in for.
A series of letters.
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Elivel,
A strange tauren caught up with me as I was leaving Ratchet. He never said a word but handed me a slip of paper then disappeared. I thought you might find it of more use than I...
-Sheva
Bedside Manners
Hours turned into days that grew into weeks which faded into months until time seemed to loose all importance. Each day was the same with little in the way of stimulation to break up the monotony of ever forward marching time.
Patients, visitors and caretakers all came and went without much notice from the far corner of the infirmary. Since that troll girl had found Mokk here and took up post by his bed side the staff hardly even came around anymore other than to make pointless scribbles in his chart before returning to other duties. Sheva took it upon herself to see to his care and watched over him day in and day out, silently praying to any God who would listen for a change in his condition. Surely even by now the release of death would be preferred to a live unlived, though she had every confidence he was too strong for that course.
"The peons are talking..."
“’Ey, Big guy. How’s it going today?”
The Orc peon waved to Homm the Tauren who stood silently guarding the tent.
OOC: For Kowits
(( Because I am really enjoying the Choices story ^_~
Cut for picture ))
The Kowits Accord
“Move it, ya lousy Peons! This stuff got ta be up by Thursday!”
Fallout
“I AM KOANI!”
Always explaining it. Going there, worried about my friend, really confused, and still explaining.
He thought I was someone else. He thought I was evil. He thought I would do that…
I know he got it, right before he fell, but it’s exhausting. Should I just stop trying?
I hope he’s okay.
Justice Calling - The End
"Kowits!"
Sh-she came! "Sh-Sheca!"
She's wavin' at me.
"Um, what?"
She didn' bring Sheva! "Wh-wheah is she?!"
Deah's no henchman heah eithah.
A little more messed up. ((Crazy Troll Theatre, yay!))
((Originally posted 2006/08/02))
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The Other Woman
Back at the Inn I had time to clean up, decompress and sit a while in quiet to think about the strange encounter I’d just had.
No One Walks The Path Alone (Part I)
Sometimes it's interesting to sit back and look at our lives. Look at the people around us. Just...
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Needed
"Hello Tundra."
"Good evening Shivae."
"Everything okay?"
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Journal Page Twelve: Of Fishing and Surprises
My mother, the human one, always said that Ladies shouldn't fish (along with many other things they apparently shouldn't do.) If I did get my hands on any gear, and she caught me, then it earned a rap over my knuckles with her wand. Trying to practice casting, for so long I could still feel those blows, and it made my progress difficult.
I no longer get that, but my angle is all wrong, arms weaker, and my hands need gloves unless I want to spend a night healing broken blisters. It's worth it to re-learn, though. There's something peaceful to the repetitive motion. Cast, wait, reel, catch a fish or not, start again. It's soothing, and I've need that lately.
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Diary: Page Thirty-eight
(( Originally posted October 4, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
Relationships are complicated. Sometimes, I can't decide what I think about love. I thought I was done with the ridiculous romantic notions I had when I was younger. Thought I was disillusioned and jaded by life and time.
But then, I'll see something like Sheva's kiss stop Dop'lgangah in its tracks. Because it had to act like Kowits and Kowits could never hurt her. I think, anyway. See, romantic notions.
But I'll also see Tabaqui crumble into a thousand pieces without Olm. See her hurt everyone else who loves her for want of him. Doesn't seem worth it, being tied so tightly to someone that you're so damaged by their absence. Even if they are so sweet when they're together.
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Diary: Page Thirty-six
(( Originally posted September 22, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
I worry and I fear. It's what I do. Pointlessly, sometimes, but they... don't know what can be done with a shard. And I can't explain it to them. I'm not sure why; it's not like they trust me anyway.
It's all right; I understand. I just forget sometimes, that's all.
But I couldn't risk her losing herself like that again. Can't do another Moonwell ceremony. It'll kill me, I think, and no matter what I said last night, I can't let that happen, not yet. I promised Sakti.
Two precious souls in my care. Identical shards for such different people. Need to get them both back where they belong. Soon, I think.
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Diary: Page Thirty-five
(( Originally posted September 14, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
To-do:
- copy Meleen's letter, send it to:
- Zue'laji
- Aviyanna
- Siwili
- Uzil
- Undel
- Hakkajin and Andra (?) -- they still might kill him...
Tabaqui
- send Tabaqui an explanation on what I was babbling about. She wasn't there!
- finish reading Kowits' notes
- find Sheva
- find the spider
- find the Dopl-whatever
SOON!
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Diary: Page Thirty-four
(( Originally posted September 13, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
Meleen hasn't answered and I'm afraid I messed up the address or the letter got misdirected. It wouldn't be the first time, and I feel like this whole thing has been one mistake after another.
I should have gone for the tea party right away, but I honestly never thought Undel would let ANYONE have that spider. Now it's gone, and we're supposed to be able to figure out where, but I was never any good at that sort of thing.
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Diary: Page Twenty-five
(( Originally posted July 16, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))
I’ve been staring at this page for days. Every time I start to write, my thoughts start to jumble and nothing comes out. In the end, I guess I’m just overwhelmed.
Uzil’s better, but Tabaqui’s still sick. Doctor Vines doesn’t know quite where to start. Both he and Zue’laji are able to help with the symptoms, but there’s nothing yet to give hope for a cure. I think I can understand a little of Gaark’s frustration; he’s tried his best to help, and it didn’t work. I don’t even know where to start. All we can do it be there for her, and in the end, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t count.
I feel selfish, too, talking to her, telling her. I’m grateful to Zue’laji for giving me the opening, and I’m glad that she knows, but… why does it matter right now? It’s not like it’s going to change, or that it’s a threat. It’ll keep.
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What is Love? (Baby Don’t Hurt Me!)
“So, what you’re telling me is that love is a sword that drops from the hand of the enemy?”
Sheva was so lost but she curiously eyed the tauren warrior’s monstrosity of a glowy weapon, his prized possession, all the same. “That’s nice, but I don’t think I could love it. At least not like that… I don’t know, I don’t really know what love is.”
He smiled and shook his head, “There are many different kinds of love. For instance, I love women in an entirely different manner than I love my sword.”
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