Syreena

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  1. 03.23.17 I lost two friends today. Three, if I count the troll I was given as a bodyguard. Zulkaz looked so big and strong, and he had so many weapons. He said he could kill Kex’ti. I had my doubts, but I wanted to believe him. I told him to do it. Kex’ti threatened and questioned me the other day, about Karthok. Zulkaz failed. Sanctuary has him now. I saw Karthok this morning. There were no "darlings" today. He yelled at me for sending Zulkaz after Kex’ti alone. By yelled, I mean he expressed his disappointment. I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard him raise his voice. Then he ordered me, ordered me to go break into Sanctuary’s guild hall and execute Zulkaz before he could tell them anything. I refused, of course. There was no way I was going to try to get into Sanctuary. They would likely kill me on sight for breaking into their hall. I told Karthok as much. I told him to send a rescue party for Zulkaz instead. But he was mean to me. He didn’t care. He only wanted me to kill Zulkaz. But I couldn’t. And then I finally pried some details about Karthok’s plans from him. I didn’t want to believe him. I kept waiting for him to tell me the part that would rationalize what he was trying to do, that would make it all make sense. But that part never came. I can’t help him anymore. And through that talk, I wondered if I had ever been his friend at all. A little while after that, I ran into Lazarus in Dalaran. Lazarus used to always be so nice to me. He must have left The Grim at some point though. I didn’t know. He had a pie with him. He said it was a new recipe—apple cinnamon—and asked me to taste it. So I did. My friend offered me pie, and I took a bite. It was cursed. Lazarus cursed me. I blacked out. When I woke up, I was chained to a wall, with Kex’ti and Lazarus standing in front of me. (And this only hours after Kiannis threatened me that if I got into any trouble again, he would “rescue” me himself. Probably with a bullet to the head.) Lazarus had cursed me and handed me over to Kex’ti. I didn’t even hear what Kex’ti said to me at first. I couldn’t believe Lazarus did that to me. I thought he was my friend. I was wrong. Kex’ti questioned me a bit, and threatened to lock me in a metal crate and drop me at the bottom of the sea if I didn’t answer him. I don’t think he realized that I agree that Karthok has to be stopped. I tried to tell him, but Lazarus kept interrupting with some kind of illusion spell or something. And then Kex’ti left, after telling Lazarus to let me go when he was done. So now I need to try to find a way to find Zulkaz again. I’ve already sent someone to punish Lazarus. And I sent someone else to put an end to Karthok. But if Karthok knows I turned against him, or talked to Sanctuary about him, he’ll probably hunt me. Baal assured me that I’ll be safe. He even did a blood magic spell on me so he can find me anywhere and know if I’m hurt.
  2. I found this diary today when I was looking through my bank boxes for any sweets leftover from Hallow's End. Emmons gave it to me a long time ago, and I always kept it. Cessily isn't a Grim anymore. Devries told me that last night. I was killing birds in Sethekk Halls, so I pretended I was busy so he wouldn't realize I didn't care. I told him I'd ask about it later, but then he told me that Las kicked her out. I don't know why she got kicked out, but I'm glad. I should care probably. Cessily was a Grim rogue, so maybe I should have tried to take better care of her. All I can think of though when I think of her, is that guild meeting in Nagrand when I had to watch Grog get shot full of Muatah's arrows, all over trouble she caused. I wanted to help, to make them stop, but I couldn't, and it was all Cessily's fault. Now she's not Grim anymore. Now she's not protected by the mandate. I don't like the elves. I wish they'd go back to wherever they came from. I wish Las would have let us eat them when they first came to us. I wish she'd kick them all out of the Grim. They are always fighting and arguing over silly things, and they're bossy. They're all prissy and pretty and frilly. Even the boys. They think they're important and better than the rest of us, but a lot of them are dumb. And I hate their city. It's too big and fancy. I always get lost there, and the guards are always snobby to me when I ask for directions. I hope the Scourge take it over and kill all the elves. Then we can go kill all the Scourge there, and the elves and Scourge would both be gone! Then the Grim can go back to the way it used to be, before the elves came.
  3. Alliance has a tavern night on Tuesdays sometimes. Horde Cantina is Sundays usually (I can't go *sniff*). And Shal'Aran RP night has been started for people who want to pass by and interact with other RPers without doing tavern RP. I want big storylines. And little storylines. And lots of events. I want it all! Unfortunately, I am horrible at coming up with ideas for storylines. Someone used to do some kind of Blind RP Dates, where we got teamed up with other characters for an evening to accomplish some task. Those were interesting. I would love for someone to come up to one of my characters and convince them to get involved in some kind of intrigue plot or something...anything....that involves other characters. It might even be fun if a bunch of us got together and did LFR together and RP'd through it and drive all the non-RPers mad, or spent an evening fishing and RPing on the Dalaran island, collecting the mana things for the water mount together. I think it would be cool to have pirate RP in Booty Bay, but I don't think we have enough people for that. Unless we made an alt guild and RP'd together once a month or something. Someone could start something in Discord chat rooms, like a silly scenario start for people to react to if they wanted to. Heh, one of my guilds is having a similar discussion, and I may or may not have used some of these ideas in both places. Also, I want to see the Crimson people preaching in the streets of Dalaran. Maybe a mystery of some sort, where different people each have one part or one clue and somehow they have to put them together, or another group of people have to put it all together to come up with the solution.
  4. In all of your specific experiences, what things, if any, can you identify as problems? I'm asking in the current sense. If you have chosen not to roleplay, why? This expansion, I started raiding again, and that takes two nights plus upkeep time on that character, who's not even on this server anymore. I try to balance the remainder of my game time between Syreena and Anee. It seems difficult to find people RPing in game anymore, on both factions. Last expansion, most nights, we could get a crowd at the Brokenspear or Wyvern's Tail. I've heard of RP happening in the Filthy Animal now and then, but it doesn't seem to be with any regularity. Fay's Shal'Aran nights seem to be off to a good start though! I think Eclipse and a couple other big storylines spoiled us last expansion. It was huge, involved sooo many people, and had so many spinoff stories and RP opportunities. In Legion, there is so much game content to do, it seems hard to find the time for anyone to create something like that again. What do you see as wrong with our community, server, RP scene, whatever? What do you not want? For better or worse, I think Discord is here to stay as an RP tool. I would rather more people RP in the main TNG channels instead of private guild channels when it's not specific guild sensitive stuff. (Also, Mort or Keraph, if you read this, I humbly request a couple generic RP chat rooms for people who are RPing a scene with two or three people that stretches over days. They could make the setting whatever they want, and RP as long and slowly as they want without taking up a chat channel for that period of time. Sometimes I have the urge to try to start RP somewhere, but there's a three-day-long scene in progress that I wouldn't want to interrupt.)
  5. 02.24.17 Siane lied. Kex’ti is not dead after all. He is alive and well, by the sounds of it. She paid for her lies though. Shallow wounds by a blade coated with agonizing poison. Too bad it ended as soon as it did. Tricksy demon elf bitch. I like the little squeaky noises she makes when I cut her. I saw the cardman last night. I am still filled with dread and hatred with just the sight of his blue shirtless body or the sound of his voice with that distinctive accent. He actually spoke to me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Not right then, not right there--in the creepy spell-induced safety created by the mana elves. But I was reminded that I had promised to send presents to people, and I assured him he wouldn’t be left out. Two birds, one stone. Maybe even three. Seeing the cardman reminded me of a certain time period, which reminded me of another loose end. Does he know her? Will her suffering upset him, or does he see her as only an extension of me? As for the third, I may have a new bounty hunter in my purse as well. My last one seems to have gone missing. Figures, of the few elves I’ve ever grown close to, they always seem to disappear. Aside from all of that, I’m afraid I’m getting sucked back into a war I thought I walked away from. A dangerous war, that I suffered for time and again. He promises this time will be different. This time, I will not be alone. So he says. He gave me a—bodyguard? Soldier? Probably a spy, for him along with whatever else the young man is. I don’t mind so much though. He always talks to me nice, and if he can pull off what he plans, it will be worth the risk. But I won’t be the only one taking the risks this time. I’ve had enough of that. He has a book that can only be read in the dark. At first, I thought it was just some novelty created by the mages in Dalaran, but I keep thinking there’s something more to it than that. It seems important somehow, and it seems I should know of its importance. But some memories are still lost to me. Back at the cabin, it’s like a dysfunctional family. Baal is obviously the head of the house. Then there’s the spider-queen-elf. I don’t mind her so much, and her spiders are neat. Then there’s demon-bear-elf and demon-wolf-elf. They are both dangerous. Baal doesn’t deny that, but I don’t think he realizes just how dangerous they are. They need to be put down. Then there’s a frequent guest like some unwelcome uncle, only I seem to be the only one who sees him as unwelcome. He’s a HUMAN, but he doesn’t talk like a human. There’s something odd about that one, but I must be careful. I’ll have to wait until no one else is around to take care of him. I’ll try to make it look like an accident maybe. Overall though, it’s quiet there. Nobody bothers me too much. I even made a little herb garden with a scarecrow made out of demon-wolf-elf’s clothes. I have a funny feeling though, that my quiet days are soon coming to an end.
  6. There are other classes than rogue? Lies!
  7. 1.26.17 The maggot remembers the corpse. And now the maggot is dead. For how long, I don’t know. How it happened, I don’t care. Something about the Emerald Nightmare. I hope it he knew pain and terror at the end, enough to wipe that everlasting smirk off his smug face. I wish I knew where his body was. I would kick it. I would let Rabble eat from it. I would slice off an ear or two. Even after he beat me, and cut off my ear, and held me over a fire, and threatened my life, there was a time that I respected him and thought it might be nice to get along with him, rather than plotting to hurt him all the time. Then he handed me over to the humans. Now I feel relief that he’s dead. Sanctuary is weaker without him. Someday, they will get what’s coming to them. Not from me, but from someone. Or something. And I will stand by and watch with great enjoyment.
  8. *In shaky, spidery script, only one name is written on this page. There are jagged slashes made through paper under the name.* Cerryan Vyel
  9. Horde Characters Syreena Shadowblade <The Grim> Mostly unconscious for the past several weeks, Syreena has been recovered by Lilliana and returned to the Grim. Baal'themar took her from the guild's infirmary and put her in the care of Nathandiel. She is undergoing surgery by Nathandiel and Mharren after being burned alive by Light by Cerryan in retaliation for a few brutal attacks on Sanctuary. Kanda <Sanctuary> Accompanying Sanctuary into the Emerald Nightmare to assist in destroying threats there. Aside from those weekly expeditions, she spends most of her time alone, exploring old places in search of relics or other odd magical forces with the assistance of a custom built engineering device. Razz Blastwhizzle <Borrowed Time> Razz is doing her usual: partying, going to expensive salons, redecorating her apartment, visiting bakeries... And also trying to find out some information on a very charming (rich) man who kidnapped her for a short spell in Booty Bay. Alliance Characters Katrynne Simms <Twilight Empire> Kat has been fighting and killing on the Broken Isles. Recently, she signed on with a group battling in the Emerald Nightmare and Trial of Valor. The constant bloodshed is causing her to question a lot of things, and become more gruff and less sociable than she had been trying to be. Once embarrassed to be seen in her worgen form, now she spends more and more time as a beast, with little care of who sees her that way. Anee Donnabelle The waitress/thief has moved to Dalaran where she particularly enjoys the pastries in the Ledgermain Lounge. She is still surviving through thievery, though she's started experimenting with new potions using herbs she's finding on the Broken Isles. Several of her encounters with people since her return have started to make her realize that kindness is a bit more common than she had expected.
  10. Happy Turkey Day! *gobble gobble*
  11. Kate and I were chatting about food and we decided we need a recipe thread. So...here! Chickpea and Vegetable Curry (Crock Pot) 1 can (about 14 oz) unsweetened coconut milk 1 cup vegetable broth, divided 2 teaspoons curry powder 1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper 2 cups cut fresh green beans (1-inch pieces) 1 can (about 15 oz) chickpeas, rinsed and drained 2 carrots, very thinly sliced 1/2 cup golden raisins (or black raisins) 1/4 cup all-purpose flour 2 cups hot cooked couscous (or rice) Chopped green onion and toasted sliced almonds (optional) 1. Coat the inside of crock-pot with nonstick cooking spray. Combine coconut milk, 3/4 cup broth, curry powder,and ground red pepper in crock-pot. (Adjust spice amounts to taste.) Stir in green beans, carrots, chickpeas, raisins; mix well. Cover, and cook on LOW 6 to 7 hours, or HIGH 2 1/2 to 3 hours, or until vegetables are tender. 2. Whisk remaining 1/4 cup broth into flour in a small bowl until smooth. Stir into vegetable mixture in crock-pot. Turn crock-pot to HIGH. Cover, cook on HIGH for 15 minutes or until thickened. Ladle into shallow bowls. Top with couscous. Sprinkle with green onion and almonds, if desired. Makes 4 servings. Recipe and picture from CROCK-POT Vegetarian Recipes book
  12. I love soup on chilly fall or winter days! This one is simple to make and soooo tasty! We always have it with fresh popovers or Irish soda bread , which are both just as simple to make. Potato Soup 3 cups diced potatoes (about 3 large potatoes or 4 medium) 1/2 cup chopped celery (1 stalk) 1 tablespoon parsley 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/8 teaspoon pepper 1 bouillon cube 2 cups milk 2 tablespoons butter 4-8 oz cheddar cheese, shredded or cubed 1. Boil 2 cups water in a large sauce pan. Add potatoes, celery, parsley, salt, pepper, bouillon cube. Cover. Cook until tender. 2. Stir in milk and butter. Cook until thick and bubbly, stirring frequently. 3. Stir in cheese. 4. Enjoy! If you want it to be thicker, add two tablespoons flour to a little bit of the milk and mix that well. Then stir the flour mixture into the soup before adding the rest of the milk and butter. This makes it very thick! I also add a chopped carrot to it sometimes. I also usually use two stalks of celery instead of one.
  13. Syreena had heard about the brawl in the Wyvern’s Tail a few days ago. As she heard it, T’suro had come in and started trouble with Khorvis. A fight broke out, and Khorvis lost a tusk. Baal and a couple other Grims broke up the fight, and ran Sanctuary off but were injured in the process. Syreena did not take attacks against the Grims lightly. Since hearing the news, the little rogue had been prowling around Orgrimmar and Warspear, looking for an opportunity to remind the purple people that aggression against The Grim would not be tolerated. She found her first target along the beaches of Warspear. A female elf she’d met at the last Cantina. Sanctuary. And Cerryan’s mate. Sen'ahri sat in a secluded little section of Warspear, having found a semi-quiet spot near the water and slightly far away enough for the din of the hub to be partially muted. She was in simple clothes, the only real flavor to it was the bright purple and gold of the Sanctuary tabard that hung loosely around her. The make shift table was low to the ground, the pole that kept it up right half sunken into the high tide of the water that lapped at her bare feet. Her boots sagged on the table as she sat hunched over a book, an odd spherical puzzle in her hand. She would turn and spin the halves of the object, study it then jot something down in the book, completely engrossed in her progress. Even as the sun hung low with a fire's blood and her feet ankle deep in wet sand, she kept to her studies, ears flicking every once and a while, but mostly limp and droopy as she concentrated. It had been ages since someone last passed by, either in wayward passing or intent. She was alone, and dumb as ever. With the step of one practiced at remaining unheard and unseen, the Shadowblade moved silently over the wet sand until she was directly behind Sen'ahri. She leaned forward, placing a blade lightly against the elf's throat and her lips close to her ear. "Hello, elf," she whispered into that elegant ear. Sen’ahri flinched hard, nearly jumping out of her skin, the sting of the blade on the tender flesh of her throat stinging less than it should, adrenaline starting to pump through her blood. She recognized the voice, though her memories had to search for the woman they belonged too far slower then she would have perhaps liked. Though as the image of the undead woman flittered into her thoughts she knew she was out classed. She was a mage, sure, but where most of her people practice for combat, she had used her time learning of the past... and its people. It was the trickle of red that tickled her skin that slammed her thoughts back into reality. Slowly she sat the pen and the puzzle down, hands flat on the table fingers splayed. She didn't say anything at first as her eyes closed trying desperately to quit the tremble that had over taken her. The fight the day before with Cerryan echoed into her thoughts, a bitter taste running on her tongue from the thought. "That's right," Syreena whispered approvingly. "Keep your hands right there where I can see them.” “What do you want?” Sen’ahri said, her voice giving away more fear then what she had intended. “Hm," Syreena said and then paused, as if thinking on the question. She tilted her head back and forth in time with tipping the dagger back and forth as well, rocking it gently against Sen'ahri's throat. "I just want peace, same as you purple people," she finally answered with a deceitful cheerfulness in her voice. The frightened elf flicked her gaze around as much as she could, trying to find someone, anyone to signal to, to raise an alarm, anything. She just had to keep the woman talking, that’s what they always said, keep them talking, get them to monologue get them to spill their guts to save your own. Peace? Peace was easy, but this wasn't the way for it this wasn't how you got it. "I also want this," Syreena hissed as she licked the outside of the elf's left ear. She raised her free hand, holding the twin of the blade at the elf’s throat. Sen’ahri’s lips parted to speak, to ask questions, to say more, but her words were soon gone as she felt the blade slice through the skin and cartilage, severing the ear from her head. To the undead's credit, her blades were sharp, impossibly so, before the pain registered the appendage was gone. Reaching to pick up her small, bloody prize from where it landed on the table, the Shadowblade removed the dagger from the elf's throat and took a step back, quite pleased with herself. They teach you to be calm, to keep a level head and a mind like a vice when using magic, that using while emotional did little but hurt yourself and those around you, but the only one around Sen’ahri now was Syreena. In a pop of displaced air and magic the mage was gone, standing facing the other woman with wide wild eyes. A shaky hand reached up to touch the unprotected hole, her palm coming back a bloody mess, the long slender pink spear of flesh she expected to feel; missing. The gore streamed down her face and neck, making a mess of her clothes and shoulder as she tried to stop the bleeding. trying to get the ringing out of her...her.... Her vision warbled as tears started to sting, her hearing drastically muted on her left side. Syreena tilted her head, her gaze fixed on the bleeding hole in the elf's head. Then she giggled softly and lifted the severed ear up to her lips, giving it a tender lick. The mutilated mage rose her free hand to cast a spell, lances of Ice starting to form around her then haphazardly flung forward as she tried to stumble away, the magic puttering out mostly before getting to their target, or off the mark by more than a mile. She was a researcher, not a harden battle mage. The rogue’s giggling grew louder as the ice pieces flew harmlessly about her with no real aim or force. "Ooh, a snowball fight?" With a childish playfulness, Syreena pulled out a magic snowball and threw it at the mage. The ball of snow smacked the woman in the chest. As she registered what her attacker had thrown, a horrid look of confusion claimed Sen'ahri's face, causing Syreena to laugh harder at the expression. Her one hand still covering the hole, the other slowly starting to cast a simple teleportation spell. More in test to see if the rogue would even let her leave, the cast taking more time, her hands shaking too hard. Having already accomplished her goal, the Shadowblade made no move to impede the elf’s escape. “You're a monster,” the mage said, her voice sounding half muffled. Syreena put on her best innocent face and pouted a bit. Then she grinned wickedly. “Rawr!” Sen’ahri flinched at the sound, dropping the spell once again, only to be quickly picked back up again. Then, with the soft sound of displaced air and magic, the mage was gone. Later that day, Syreena had Lilliana stitch the elf ear onto her own head where, eighteen months or so ago, her left ear was removed after losing a battle with another Sanctuary elf. ((Written by Syreena and Sen’ahri))
  14. I had a list of daily tasks to do at my old job--system checks, data integrity reports, etc. I used to call them Dailies sometimes. If I don't have auto-sig turned on in my email, I have to double check that I type my name correctly. My real first name also beings with "S" and a few times, muscle memory just typed Syreena. Luckily, I always caught it before I hit Send. ......I think.
  15. Yes, I can't decide which class I like best from all my characters Actually, I have had trouble deciding a main, and I'm not sure I've quite decided yet!
  16. I won't talk about any I didn't like, because I wouldn't want to make anyone feel bad. Actually, I can't even think of any I didn't enjoy. But three stand out for me above all the rest. 1. The Grim vs. Sanctuary conflict. This is what drew me back into RP when I was about to quit WoW. My first encounter with Kex'ti was after asking Xara OOC if there was any Sanct people on that were willing to be attacked by Sy, and she told me about this elf monk that was waiting for me in Nagrand. I figured it would be a quick an easy win. Ha ha ha. It was fun to have a rival to RP with. (You can't really RP against the Alliance while PVPing them out in the world.) This is where Syreena started down the villain path. (Not that she was ever a nice, wholesome girl!) 2. Eclipse and all the spinoffs from it. I met and RP'd with so many people during this storyline, and I was completely in awe at Xara's ability to hold it all together and see it through to the end. The mystery and unknown elements, like with the characters that were being controlled by Accalia, kept me guessing. The occasional dungeon master encounters were fun. None of it ever felt scripted, and the spinoff stories resulting from it never seemed to be discouraged. 3. My very favorite were the captures. Being the villain and capturing Skylah, and the resulting RP conflict with the Alliance. And then my own character becoming a prisoner in return. It was interesting to play with a completely different group of people. Their characters often didn't react to things the way I expected, and it was very refreshing and kept me on my toes! It was interesting watching peoples reactions to Syreena, and it was equally interesting seeing how other characters reacted to Marrus' plans for her, since he was basically a good guy, but pretty much using her as a guinea pig. I didn't plan any of that, and I didn't know Eternal Aegis people at all when I let them capture my character. It was kinda scary! But through these storylines, I got to know some Alliance people. Skylah was such a sport with letting us do what was done to that character. The EA guys are awesome RPers and so nice OOC, and Marrus was so considerate in keeping my OOC wishes in mind through the RP. And the same goes for the TE people who had control of my character the last night of her capture. After all this, I started RPing on Alliance again so I could still play with the people I'd met through these stories. I like both big storylines and smaller ones. I'm not very good at sticking to a script though. I like the ones that put my characters in new territory, or with some kind of challenge or obstacle, where I have to stay on my toes and be creative. But I'm no good at all at coming up with storyline ideas on my own, so I'm hoping there are some big ones like this in Legion to get involved in too!
  17. Awesome shots, Kerala!
  18. Horde Syreena Shadowblade <The Grim> Severely wounded and incapacitated for a while by Cerryan, after a few brutal attacks on Sanctuary members in Extreme Justice Kanda <Sanctuary> Recovering from her attack by Syreena while aiding on the Broken Isles as best she can. Also looking for Cerryan to thank him for his help. Razz Blastwhizzle <Borrowed Time> Razz is doing her usual: partying, going to expensive salons, redecorating her apartment, visiting bakeries... And also trying to find out some information on a very charming (rich) man who kidnapped her for a short spell in Booty Bay. Alliance Katrynne Simms <Twilight Empire> Kat has been fighting off the demons around Iron Forge while Skylah tended to her wounded sister there. After seeing to a friend's safety from bounty hunters, now she's preparing to deploy to the Broken Isles. Anee Donnabelle The waitress/thief has been living in the Mage Quarter of Stormwind these past months, scraping by with what little she could steal. She picks drying garments from clotheslines, steals fruit and bread when vendors aren't looking, and 'accidentally' bumps into people and picks their pockets. The guards have been paying closer attention to her lately though. They haven't caught her at stealing just yet, but they're definitely suspicious enough that Anee is thinking it's time to move. She's heard that many people have recently moved to Dalaran, and so there's probably a good population of pockets to pick there.
  19. The courier departed as the Shadowblade began reading the letter he had delivered. A moment later, the note fell to the ground in a crumpled ball next to the mailbox outside the Wyvern’s Tail. “As dumb as the Scarlets,” she muttered to herself irritably. “Can’t tell the difference between Scourge and Forsaken.” Then the little rogue grinned evilly. She had always thought Cerryan to be a coward--rich, handsome (if one looked at his good side, that still had a long, elegant ear), arrogant as all elves were, but a coward. She and Lilly had once cut off one of his ears, and he did nothing about it. She’d seen him use his hearthstone from the safety of his shields to run away when confronted with Grims. Now, the prissy purple elf was upset, and in his anger, he had challenged her. She considered whether it might be a trap. It was possible, Syreena decided, that she might show up in the Ghostlands and find Kex’ti, Shokkra, and Julilee waiting for her instead of a lone prissy elf. More likely, she decided, she would get there to find that Cerryan had already fled with his remaining ear that she so wanted for a trophy. She would go, but she would be cautious. Several hours had passed while Syreena traveled to the Ghostlands and searched for her target. She hated the elf lands, as she hated the elves, but still she searched all the buildings she could find with the typical stamina and persistence of a Forsaken. She was beginning to think she was right about him running away before she found him, if he was ever here to begin with. Then she came upon an old Farstrider barracks beneath the boughs of a twisted white tree. The little rogue rubbed fresh poison onto her blades before sneaking into the building. Finally, she found Cerryan in a holding area of some kind. She remained hidden in the shadows and surveyed her surroundings. The building was in ruin. Bricks and stone were lying on the floor beneath holes in the wall. Scattered shards of colored glass littered the floor. A few arcane golems lay about in disrepair, still and silent as statues. She saw no sign of anyone else nearby. She looked back at her target. Cerryan stood in the center of the room, facing the doorway as if waiting for her. He looked her general direction, but she saw no indication that he knew she lurked in the shadows there. He held a large golden sword in his hands. Syreena grinned; he looked like he really did mean to fight her. Picturing what he would look like without his remaining ear, she slid through the shadows. She emerged from the shadows directly behind the elf, her poisoned daggers slicing towards him.
  20. Satisfied that she’d made Sanctuary pay for the attack on Khorvis, Syreena considered the matter behind her now. The Grim had recently been ordered by the Commander to withdraw from their garrison in Draenor and return to the guild hall in Tirisfal Glades. The little rogue returned to the Forsaken lands with mixed feelings. A few days after unpacking her things in the old guild hall, Syreena still felt something wasn’t quite right. Brill, Undercity, the Glades—all were home to the little rogue. She should have felt safe and comfortable. Instead, she was nervous and irritable. Finally, on her way into Undercity one day, Syreena realized what the problem was. Just south of the city, in the middle of Lordamere Lake, sat Fenris Keep with its basement cell. She landed her wyvern on the wall overlooking the lake. On the island, she could see a colony of murlocs, and some sick wildlife, but she saw no movement on the walls of the keep. The Shadowblade nudged her mount off its perch and flew toward the island. From a safe height, Syreena surveyed the grounds of Fenris Isle. She saw no sign of the keep being inhabited. No Hillsbrad refugees milled about. No Alliance patrolled the walls. No black and white banners flew at the gates. After a brief hesitation, she signaled the wyvern to land, and she dismounted, tethering the beast to a tree. She approached the entrance cautiously, staying to the shadows, even though she couldn’t see or hear anyone nearby, and retraced the steps she took that day while she followed Sanctuary members in to check on the condition of a Grim who had been captured by the Alliance. The place was deserted, and had been for some time, by the layer of dust coating everything. The basement was empty. There was no sign anyone had ever been there. In her mind though, she heard the echoes of the past. “SURPRISE BITCH,” the Halfling rogue had called out when he pounced on her, knocking her out of the shadows. “Apprehend her!” Julilee had ordered, as she moved to block the stairs, trapping Syreena in the basement with the humans. “Excellent,” Kex’ti had said to the little rogue after conversing in Thalassian with the human in charge. “Then you will take Tesonii’s place?” “Stop,” Kargron said sternly. “There is no honor in this.” “Forsaken know no honor,” another Sanctuary elf spat. “Strip her,” the human leader ordered after Sanctuary had left the little rogue alone as a prisoner of the Alliance. “Let’s make sure she’s not hiding anything in any interesting places.” * * * * * * The next day, Syreena was in Orgrimmar, on her way to fight demons at the back gate. As she rode through the Drag, she saw a familiar face near the orphanage. For several years in a row, Kanda had been Syreena’s orphan during Children’s Week. When the orc was old enough to leave the orphanage, Syreena brought her to the Grim garrison and gave her a home. When Syreena gave Kanda her first mission—to retrieve for her the ears of the Sanctuary commander—Kanda instead joined the purple people. Betrayer, she thought as she glared at the orc. All of them. Purple betrayers. She waited, concealed in the shadows, until Kanda left the orphanage and headed through the Drag down into the Cleft of Shadows. Syreena followed, until they were in a relatively isolated spot. Then the Shadowblade lunged at the other rogue with her daggers drawn. She stabbed the orc’s exposed lower back. Kanda staggered, but she recovered quickly, whirling around to face her attacker as she took one of her axes in hand and raised it in a defensive stance. She felt blood trickling under the waist of her leggings from the wounds on her back, and she could feel her muscles slowing and stiffening around the wound from the poison that had coated the blades, but she gave no indication that she was in pain or otherwise affected. She simply watched the Grim rogue. “Traitor!” Syreena hissed. “I took you in, and you betrayed me for them!” “There was no honor there,” Kanda replied evenly. “Honor?” Syreena giggled. “Your new purple people have no honor! Even you purple orcs. Ask Kargron. He knows.” Syreena lunged at Kanda again, but the Sanctuary rogue was ready this time. In one move, she turned, avoiding the Shadowblade’s attack and slicing her axe across Syreena’s side hard enough to bite through both leather and flesh. Syreena spun, ignoring her own injury, and swiftly retaliated, her daggers a blur as she came at the orc. Kanda, however, was already in motion. She had launched a grappling hook to the roof of a nearby hut and was pulling herself up. She turned to face her attacker. Every movement was an effort with the crippling poison slowing her muscles. She flicked her wrist, and a hidden engineering device in her bracer sent a small pistol into her hand. She aimed it down at where Syreena was a moment ago, but the Grim rogue was no longer there. The Shadowblade stepped through the shadows, reappearing on the hut’s roof behind the orc, and again stuck her poisoned daggers into Kanda’s back. She twisted the blades viciously. The green skin, and the flesh beneath, were ripped apart and blood spurted. This time the orc stumbled, and Syreena kicked her off the roof. Kanda twisted in the air, a pained grunt escaping her as she landed on her wounded back on top of an awning made out of a bear skin. She lifted the pistol and fired twice. One shot hit Syreena, slowing her as she advanced. Syreena stepped off the roof with her daggers held in front of her. Kanda lifted her axe to protect herself, but, because of the crippling poison, her movements were not quick enough to save her. Syreena landed on Kanda, using the momentum to drive her daggers into the orc’s belly where the armor didn’t cover her. She grinned wickedly as she drew each blade downward through the abdominal wall, then sideways, opening up the orc’s gut. Kanda shuddered, a wheezing gasp escaping her. Then she felt teeth in her gut wound as the Forsaken lowered her head and began eating her. She struggled, weakened from poison and blood loss, and finally Syreena lifted her head and crawled up to Kanda’s face, blocking the orc’s field of vision with a bloody grin. The Forsaken lifted a dagger to the side of her own head and sliced off the pink elf ear that was stitched there. “Have an ear, Betrayer,” Syreena whispered menacingly, roughly shoving the severed ear into Kanda’s belly. “It used to belong to Cerryan’s girlfriend. Don’t worry, I’ll get another one. Another purple one. Many, in fact.” Until now, Kanda had accepted that she was going to die. Death in combat was an acceptable, honorable death. But now, as this hideous monster threatened others, anger rose up in her. She saw red as blood fury descended upon her. With an angry roar, she lifted her axe one more time and bashed it against Syreena’s head. The Forsaken yelped and tumbled off the awning, out of sight. For several moments, Kanda waited, fighting to stay conscious, expecting the Grim rogue to return to finish her task. As the blood fury receded, the pain returned. Kanda realized that Syreena didn’t need to come back to finish the job; the bleeding and poison would do that for her. The elf ear was still sticking out of her belly as she fumbled for her communicator. “…attacked…Cleft of Shad-….” She coughed weakly, then managed to get a few more words out before losing consciousness. “Cerryan.....mate’s…..ear…. Need….heal….”
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  22. 8.21.16 We moved out of the garrison and back to the guild hall in Brill. It seems different than I remember, but it’s the same. So much has happened in the time we were in Draenor. The Legion has come to Azeroth. So many demons! They’re invading both continents. We fight, but there’s so many of them. And the Alliance is no help. When the demons attack Horde territory, the Alliance seem to help them, forcing us to fight two enemies at once. The Horde is strong and fierce, but there are so many of them! We beat them back in one place, only to have them break through somewhere else. Some of the Horde went out to sea, to the Broken Shore, to fight demons there. I saw some leaving. I saw Razvaan getting on a ship. I was so surprised, I couldn’t say anything, and then he was aboard, and all I could do was wave. I keep wondering, was Lucion with him? On that same ship somewhere? Was he that close and I missed the chance to see him again? I’ll probably never know. Last time I saw him was during a visit to Orgrimmar when we were mostly fighting in Northrend. It’s been years. I wonder what he would be like now. I wonder what he would think of me now. I know, it doesn’t matter. There’s a war going on. No time for silly thoughts like that. Still, it’s nice to think about something good during breaks from fighting the Legion and Alliance.
  23. For Kanda.....weapons often seem important to orcs, so maybe I'll check out Kex'ti's post linked above, and maybe see if I can get a Sanctuary officer to give her a cool artifact weapon to build or empower. For Syreena, and probably most of my other rogues, weapons are just a tool to get the job done. It won't be anything special beyond a more better set of blades. They'll jump through whatever hoops the questgivers give to get it. And most of them will be transmogged to look like ordinary weapons so they're not carrying the same weapons as 635,252 other rogues. None of my characters will have the awesomest, most legendary weapons any rogue has ever had! Except all of them will! So none will be more special than any other! Except they are all the most specialist! But they'll all have it, so how can any one of them be special? But THEY ARE ALL SPECIAL! But..... *head explodes*
  24. 08.09.16 Baal’themar finally invited me to see that cabin he was building months ago. But then Nathandiel told him that he’s not allowed to take me there. I don’t know why he hates me so much. I can’t stand him. He’s a jerk. And he’s always mean to me. I want to cut off his stupid dog’s tail and shove it down his throat so he chokes on it. And I want to break all his fingers, because he broke one of Baal’s yesterday for inviting me to their cabin. But I never would. Baal likes him, so I would never hurt him. Even if he is mean to me. A revoked invitation is worse than having not gotten one at all. Baal likes my new ear. He said he can make me more. He measured me last night for a suit that could make me look pretty. It will be pretty and soft, and some people won’t even know it’s me. I could spy on people without even hiding. Maybe they would be nice to me. Baal is always nice to me. He’s easy to talk to. I find myself telling him things sometimes. Last night, I started telling him about something I never talked about with anyone before. I told him he could use my alchemy lab to make my new suit. Nobody else knows where it is, except Bernie and his staff, but I’ll show Baal. Sometimes I feel like I want to go home. But I’m not sure where that is anymore. I’m not content in my hut in the garrison anymore. I’m tired of the cold. I’m tired of the bleak landscape here. Nothing good happened during the time we’ve been in Draenor. Only lots of bad stuff.
  25. 08.04.16 Draenor. Like Outland, but not. In Outland, we faced threats, of course, as we did anywhere we’ve ever gone. Lady Vashj, Prince Kael’thas, Illidan…. But they were just foes to be dealt with. Draenor though--the fel there corrupts from the inside. Akorn. Khorvis. Ul-Rezaj. Now Xek. Is he dead for good? His body is so broken. But Lupin has his soul. He said he might be able to be saved. Those snakes…. Every time we killed one, another took its place. How do you kill a Loa? We should make all the Grim trolls switch to Sandfury religion so Loas don’t come to claim them anymore. I have had enough of this place. Lupin said he would suggest to the Commander that he give the order for us to move out. Back to the guild hall. In Tirisfal. The Glades look different to me now. They’re not as safe and welcoming as they once were. It’s been nearly a year since I went into that basement there, but my memories—the memories I have of it—are still so clear. I’m sure wherever we go, Sanctuary will continue to be a thorn in our side. There was a fight in the Wyvern’s Tail that I missed. One of the Purple People struck Khorvis and broke his tusk. So I found a pretty purple elf a few days later and took her ear. I don’t remember her name, but I do remember that she is Cerryan’s woman for…three years, I think she said. Lilly stitched the pretty ear on my head for me where my ear used to be. We did that in the Wyvern’s Tail. Fitting, I think. An ear for a tusk! Zanas is looking for the Cardman. He put a bounty out for his capture. He promised me I could play with him before he kills him. What wouldn’t I do to that funny talking Draenei? Cut off pieces of his tail and send them to the Aegis. Slice slits in his eyeballs and stick cards in there. WHAT DO YOU SEE NOW, YOU DEMON-LOOKING PIG? Destruction making way for rebuilding? Whatever. I told Zanas I would help look for the Cardman. He seemed surprised. I don’t think he realizes the depth of the debt I owe him. But I do. Even if he is an elf.

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