Archive for July, 2012

As usual as a bunch of us try and tap out a shared story, there are lulls as people have to take breaks and some of us get impatient. This brings out the funny declarations. (Not as funny as Cuddles eating all the blood elves, but still funny)

(Was totally an accident, I swear!)

Then it spread to Dorri’s hair
(Okay.. maybe it wasn’t…)



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Lady Then’liath Firebloom walked swiftly through her tower, past her helpful servants, with hardly a word. Her expression was neutral, but the shadows clung to edge of her dress. She made her way towards the family apartments, tucked safely in the middle of the spire.

“Find Lord Silverdawn. Tell him I must speak to him in my study as soon as he can.” The Sin’dorei noblewoman swept by her personal maid without waiting to see if her command was followed. She took the lift and pushed through the ornate doors that separated the chambers she shared with her husband from the rest of the spire.

The expensive purple hat was placed back on its stand and Her hands shook with nerves as she removed the pins from her hair. She shed the simple silk dress she called her “working clothes.” Then’liath changed into a deep violet robe. Most other women of her status would have servants to attend her. Usually, she could shed any anxiety by doing these simple things on her own. Tonight it did not work.

“Something wrong, my love?” Lord Veec Silverdawn spoke as he entered the room. Wordlessly, she turned away from her wardrobe and threw herself into his arms.

“I ran across Keltyr Sunsworn in Orgrimmar this evening.”

“I cannot remember the last time that man made you tremble like this.” Thank the sun that she had married him. There was not another man who she could depend on in such trying times.

“He was speaking to Gharr.” Wrapped in his arms, Then’liath found her bearings again. “They were speaking almost as friends!” Veec rubbed her back as she spoke. “And, of course, my sister was nowhere to be seen.”

“I hardly think Gharr would see Keltyr Sunsworn as a friend, not after all this time. Not after Dora…”

Then’liath took two steps back so that she could look him in the face. “Yes, Dora’anea. Gone missing. Somehow, someone got a letter from her to Gharr. Sunsworn tried to claim that he did it. Belore! It was done, despite fighting side by side at Wrathgate and Icecrown, Gharr was convinced that he could not trust that entire throwback order. And now they are on speaking terms!”

“Perhaps one of the goblins got a little greedy. All of the letters from the brain rattled knight were supposed to come to you.”

“One slipped through, obviously. One of those green skins will pay for breaking their word with me. The damage is already done. Damn it all, why would Gharr trust Sunsworn after all I told him?”

“Sadly, Dora’anea has not been re-educated, my love. If the shaman speaks to her, that will cast doubts on what you told him.”

“I only told him that Sunsworn’s history would point to foul deeds.” Then’liath sighed deeply. “If I cannot trust Gharr to keep his distance, I’m going to have to try other methods. Two years in Orgrimmar and Sunsworn has been such a good little soldier, damn his eyes..”

“I’m sure we can think of something to remind Lady Liadrin of why she had to hustle him out of Silvermoon in the first place. And Gharr has no reason to distrust you.”

“The letters were burned. There is nothing to tie either of us to missives that have gone astray.” Then’liath leaned back into her husband’s arms. “I will not have two years of planning and influence ruined by that baseborn idiot cretin.”

“Only a setback, my love.”

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Fabrio Sunsworn pushed the hunk of hard bread through the stew before him half-heartedly. The brown glop was gritty with the dust that drifted into the hovel’s open door. “If I had to eat this every day, I’d probably be enraged all the time too.”

“Wha dat ba, slick ear?” The troll bartender looked across the empty room right at him and Fabrio felt his face redden.

“Nothing, I was just thinking to myself.”

“Chu jus ba so, chu `ear. I ba `avin mai friens wif da slickears, chu ken?” The troll began to scrub the bar with a towel that looked as if it had never been really clean.

“I have no idea what you are saying, but I assure you I didn’t mean to offend you.” Fabrio forced himself to eat a spoon of the stew. He chewed with false enthusiasm. Why did his cousin want to meet him here? Why not in his rented rooms?

“Chu ba stickn up chu nose a ma stuff. Chu ba jus like mos of dem slickears, I ba tinkn. Full of chuself.” The troll continued to mutters as he spit shined the mugs behind the bar.

“I said I didn’t mean any offense.” The troll did not deign to answer.

Fabrio resigned himself to a hot afternoon. He sipped at the foul watered beer. The Sin’dorei secretary watched the people flow in and out of the small tavern. Occasionally he stopped to check the stack of packages beside his chair. He amused himself listening to the conversation of those around them. It would hardly be as useful as his afternoons spent in the cafes at home, but it could still be amusing. And always the chance that he could help his cousin with some bit of gossip.

The sun was setting below the high bluffs of the city when Fabrio had decided he had waited long enough. He gathered his stack of parcels, finished his fifth, or was it six, mug and prepared to march down the drag to demand why his cousin had left him waiting.

He rose to his feet and paused to stare at the man who appeared in the doorway. It wasn’t the first Sin’dorei in armor the secretary had seen today, but the armored elf did seem vaguely familiar. As the man moved further in, his features became clear.

There was no way that Sin’dorei could be here, not in Orgrimmar, not anywhere. Fabrio dropped the bundle of packages. How was this possible? Keltyr’s father was dead. There was no way he could be here. The moment of shock passed and Fabrio noticed small differences. This Sin’dorei was dressed in armor, which his uncle would never have done. The color of his hair, mustache and beard was a brighter shade of red. Fabrio released the breath he had been holding.

Not Keltyr’s father, but Keltyr. Fabrio waited for his cousin to recognize him, but the blood knight walked by him. Of course, Keltyr’s eyes had not yet adjusted to the dim light in the tavern.

“Oh Sun,” Fabrio muttered, “I hope there was nothing breakable in those.” He bent down to pick up the dropped packages.

“Chu ba missin one. Dere ba fightn?”

“A fight would be welcome.”

“Ahh, ba one of dem times den? chu ba stayin deh nigh, den?” The troll leaned towards the blood knight, smiling from tusk to tusk. “Morrow, dat chaka one ba comin `ere lookin fa ya. Chu both do like da reunions.”

“Just give me something to drink.”

“Dat slickear chu tell ma abou, `e ba ova dere starin a’chu.” The troll put a mug in front of Keltyr and then pointed at Fabrio. “been waitin fa chu all day.” Fabrio walked over and dropped the bundle he was carrying on the bar between them. The troll placed another mug of watered beer. “I ba leavin chu ta talk.” With a broad wink, the bartender moved away to the other side of the bar.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.” Fabrio stumbled over his words, trying to recover. “I thought you were keeping your hair short.” His cousin shrugged and drained the contents of the mug. The troll refilled it without comment and then moved away again. “You look… You look like your father.” He took a few steps away from Keltyr.

The blood knight’s face turned bright red and Fabrio swallowed. “I am not my father.”

“No, of course not.” Belore, he should have known better than to say anything like that to Keltyr’s face. “I brought the mail, like you asked.” He pushed the bundle towards his cousin.

To his surprise, Keltyr half-heartedly looked at the packages, even the box of thistle left untouched. The blood knight slammed his empty mug on the bar and snatched the mug back when the troll refilled it. Once he had downed his fifth full mug of ale, Keltyr Sunsworn gave a heavy sigh.

“Is Dame Firebloom going to be joining us?”

“She’s cleaning our rooms.”

There was a curious sound to Keltyr’s voice. “Now? I thought she would rather be here with you.”

“She’s cleaning.” His cousin spoke through clenched teeth. “Last time she… tried not to. It was unpleasant for all of us.”

“Well I can’t pretend to know what goes on between the two of you.”

Keltyr grinned and ran a hand over his long beard. “I think you would know better than some. Your room at the chapter house is right next to ours.” Fabrio coughed as his breath got caught in his throat. Keltyr laughed and slapped him on the back. “I’m just going to stay here for the night, give the room time to air out. I can’t stand the smell of the stuff she uses.

“It’s only gotten worse. Nothing to do in this dusty worthless town. It’s been months since we’ve done anything useful.” Keltyr downed another mug of ale, the edge of his lip curling slightly.

“And she’s cleaning and you’ve grown a beard?”

The blood knight’s shrug was casually given. “What else am I going to do? Safest place in the entire world. We ran the cultists out years ago. No sign of the damn dragon. We’re just pretty little dolls for that bitch to pose and display. Might as well look the damn part.”

“Maybe I could find something Dame Firebloom could use that wouldn’t smell quite so bad?” Fabrio had not expected to hear the strain in his cousin’s voice.

Keltyr shrugged again. “It’d be something, I guess. We’re going crazy in this damn city.” Fabrio did not dare to correct his cousin. Another of the Prophecy of Light might point out that Keltyr and Dame Firebloom were already crazy, but Fabrio did not feel he could do the same. “I’d kill Rommath himself just for something to do.”

Fabrio looked around anxiously, hoping that no one was around to hear Keltyr’s rash statements. “Well, I can help with the cleaning solutions, but I don’t think I could do anything else.”

“Well start a war or something!” Keltyr’s laugh was dark and the secretary thought it was best to leave while he could. He headed for the door. “Fabrio?” The secretary turned around, raising an eyebrow at his cousin. “Thanks.”

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