Lilliana Bloodshine

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    Xara sketches

    Good stuff
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    TNG Con 2017!

    <3
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    Zanas Stick Figures

    I still don't get it <3
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    Extreme Justice

    ((Kill))
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    Derecho: Invisible Sun

    Derecho had just slunk away and left the dysfunctional group behind. Despite that Derecho has left, the demon hunter and the older, large troll continued speaking. Tyinielran seems to want to get the last world in following his insult to Vol'jin, “There i will have to dissagree with you troll, but that is your opinion and your right to it. “ Nojinbu shook his head at the elf "den ya be doomed ta follow ahll dat follow ya. ah feel sorry fa ya den." Tylinierlran gave a retort with a most arrogant statement, “And I pity you, troll.” To this Nojinbu sighed. He now realizeed that he can get no further in his discussion with Tylinierlan. Lilliana whispered over to Tahzani as the argument seemsed to come to a close, "I don't feel good." The green skinned warlocked look Lilliana over, before he leaned back to her and asked, “Wanna get outta heah?” Instead of giving him a clear answer, the priestess troll merely shrugs her shoulders in a somewhat listless fashion. Perhaps she's still keen to listen to the continued argument and disrespect going on. Tahzani pressed when Lilliana failed to supply him with a proper answer, “...Jah not feelin' alright Lilly? Lookin' a bit tired.” Lilliana shook her head in her answer. Then, as she seemed to physically start to wilt she playfully flicked at the tip of Tahzani's silly hat. Tahzani smirked, “Das a yes. Come on... Let's get outta heah.” He tugged on her hand lightly, pulling her towards the large arena doors to leave. Lilliana allowed herself to be pulled, and even helped by using her free hand to shove off from the crate, "Bye Nojinbu.....bye Fayleah.....bye....." She paused and looks at those left. "Bye weirdos." Tahzani echoed Lilliana, “Gnight everbody.” The others waved and offered wishes of a good, safe night. Once the troll pair were outside in the fel tainted air of Orgrimmar and the Brawl’gar arena at their backs, Tahzani began to state the obvious, “….Lilly... Jah not lookin' so good….” Lilliana was indeed not looking good. It had taken a good amount of time for Derecho to feel as bad as Lilliana had come to feel in a matter of minutes. The priestess was never known for her physical stamina, and perhaps it was this weakness in her that allowed the workings of what lied within the pouch to take hold of her so quickly. She didn't understand the severe burning in her gut. Whatever it was it had raced up to her throat, causing a violent sensation of nausea that she was not able to control. When Tahzani started to make his statement, Lilliana had already darted away from Tahzani, releasing his hand. Even as he offered his concerned observation she had crouched to vomit right over the little hill in clear sight to those coming and going to the Brawl'gar Arena. She meant to go further and to be discreet…. but the urge caught her and despite being a priest herself, there was nothing she could do. There was no bravery of being stoic, no withholding and ignoring her physical desire to expel. It simply happened, she was powerless and she was more than mortified at such a display. “...Oh geez….” Tahzani reached out to hold her hair back, and even as she continued to wretch violently, he brought a hand to her forehead, checking for a sudden fever. He was aware of how such things were exceedingly rare for trolls, but exceptions were often made. Lilliana only tried to brush Tahzani away, both from touching her forehead gently and from holding her hair. Grim simply did not get sick, or at the very least let others see them ill. But her attempt to push him from her was weak, and only resulted in her having to grip the red sand of the hill and vomit once more. She could only do one or the other, and being sick forced itself as a priority right now. If Tahzani was nauseated himself by this display, he didn’t show it. He merely maintained his hold on her hair, gently keeping the red strands from her face and mouth, “....Oookay...Oookay Lilly...One moah time an' jah should be good fah de road.” Lilliana took a breath as she seemed to rid herself of the last of it. She gave poor Tahzani a momentarily dirty look, even if she did appreciate him holding her hair. This had actually never happened to her, let alone with Tahzani present to witness and provide aide. It was exceptionally embarrassing for her. "I'm good." As gross as it was she spit out the remnants she tasted in her mouth, dropping her head so it's not as visible. Tahzani attempted to check her forehead again, and discovered that there was no hint of a fever there. “Sorry, Tahzani.” Lilliana groaned, leaning back to take another breath. Tahzani handed her some water from his pouch which she down surprisingly quick and without hesitation. Rather odd for someone who just vomited half their innards out. “...Ain't nothin' jah did.” Tahzani was trying to be calming but when he drew his hand away from her forehead he was stuck with a look of confusion, “...No Fevah...Perhaps a reaction ta sometin' jah ate or drank.” Probably moving too quickly, Lilliana shrugged her shoulders and forced herself up to her feet, "Yeah." Perhaps she now looked a tad better after having drank the water. Indeed she had felt a momentary coolness through her throat and down into her gut, relieving her for the moment of this strange fever inside - the fever that Tahzani couldn't feel. Tahzani didn’t seem to think that this was something she had eaten, for he eyed her suspiciously as he left her side to bring his motorcycle, parked around the edge of the arena around to her. “I think I'm just sick of the night.” Lilliana uncomfortably climbed onto the bike behind Tahzani. She grinned. Tahzani’s reply was somewhat hesitant, “...Stress maybe…..But jah been through so much worse.” He drove them out of Orgrimmar and nearly turned left to go towards his boat. However, he turned sharply away from it, his tone holding some frustration, “Lilly ah don' know where ta go...” There was unrest on the streets, even just on the outskirts of Orgrimmar, and the familiar sound of blades hit their ears as they drove past, “Well....let's just set out a freaking tent....um.....far away from like, the legion ships in the air. I'm not going back to the Grim's halls tonight, I'm staying with you." This was frustrating, for the pair were unable to go to Lilliana’s quarters in the Grim, and other locations were too exposed to Legion threats. Tahzani grumbled, “...Notin' be fah enough away.” Lilliana bit her lip as she started to struggle once more with what could only be described as burning deep into her gut. She worked on pretending that she was fine as she clung to Tahzani, "I know...but it's better than staying in Orgrimmar....." “...Alright dey haven't attacked de harbor yet...We'll getcha a hotel ta sleep it off in.” Tahzani headed off towards the familiar goblin town of Bildgewater, where he had run the Cantina for over a year. Once he entered the town and rolled up to one of the small inns, he squirmed uncomfortably. The sudden violent illness without a fever was not sitting well with him. As a troll himself, he understood the severe rarity of catching a sudden bug. Their natural rejuvenation, fueled by the troll peoples initial connections to the Loas seemed to stall all natural illness. Trolls suffered and died from battle-wounds and from battle, not from a virus or infection. Tahzani urged Lilliana off of the bike, “...Make jahself comfortable. I'll see about rentin'” Lilliana followed his instructions, stepping into the room that opened to the dirty goblin streets while Tahzani left to sort out the room for the pair. Located in the corner of the room, hanging from a thin cord that had been nailed in from one edge of the wall to the other, were some goblin sized undergarments. These must have been left to dry and then forgotten by previous residents. Lilliana first noticed the tiny pair of pokadotted underpants, which hung from a single pin. Of course she reached out to pluck it down. Stretching that way made her wince and clutch her stomach, but she still had obtained her prize. She straightened and went to the door, waiting for Tahzani to return. She twirled the underwear around a finger, standing in the doorway with a ridiculous, coy expression that she planned to present Tahzani with as soon as his return. She didn't have to wait long, for soon came Tahzani, his expressed soured with a displeased grimace. Lilliana held out the undergarment, "Think these would fit you?" She grinned. Tahzani blinked and found himself speechless. Sometimes Lilliana’s sense of humor was too bizarre. Lilliana giggled, pointing to the old clothes left hanging in the room with the hand that's holding the silly tiny underwear. Tahzani's eyes followed, “Eesh... Who wears dis shit? How jah feelin'?” Lilliana leaned against the doorframe. At first she outright lied, “Fine.” Then she seemed to rethink that, and changed her answer, “Bad. And why, what's with the grimace? Can't stay here?" Tahzani shook his head, “….no... No we can. Dey just bloodsuckahs...” He stepped into the room with Lilliana and shut the door behind him, “Can jah describe it? Suddenly jah needed ta vomit?” Her reply as he led her into the room was to toss the pokadotted underwear at Tahzani's head. "Stomachache." It was more than that, the pain that began growing in her stomach had not initially made her nauseous, but as they had stepped out of the arena it had simply become too intense as it raced, like a fier gone out of control, up through her chest and her throat. Now she merely felt a dull ache that threatened to blossom once again to the earlier intensity. She was grateful it now just lurked. This she could bear, although it was not pleasant. "I'm cool, Tahzani, though, seriously." Tahzani was not too amused at her toss of the tiny article of clothing. Tahzani snapped it out of the air and threw it aside, stopping in his stride. Lilliana moved forward to sit down on a bench that had two plush pillows on either side. Something had suddenly occured to Tahzani, and he took no time in asking her in a blunt, direct manner. Tahzani found himself staring intently at the red haired priestess and asked, “...Lilly when's de last time jah bled?” After she got herself comfortable, she looked up to Tahzani and shot him a wry grin, jokingly saying, “Oh yeah, I’m pregnant!” Tahzani nodded, “...Maybe just sometin' jah ate den. Stress can wreak havoc.” Lilliana muttered to herself afterwards, "When is the last time I bled...." She grabbed one of the pillows from the bench and chucked it at Tahzani. He dodged the pillow. She didn’t offer up a good toss anyway, half weak from her earlier vomiting incident. Lilliana took the remaining pillow, and clutched in her lap, against her stomach. Tahzani frowned, sitting beside her with concern. “I think that's all you've done tonight.” Lilliana pointed out, reaching out to touch the scar on Tahzani’s lip to indicate his frown that stretched it. “You’ve only frowned, all night.” “Das not true.” Tahzani argued, “...Ah smiled when ah saw jah tonight.” Lilliana seemed to like his clever response, “Well, since then I mean.” “Heh. Well ah'm honest... Be a fault.” Lilliana put her staff down beside her and stretched out along the bench. She used Tahzani’s lap as a pillow, resting her head there. “There are like, bombs in here.” Her eyes went to the corner of the room. Indeed, there was a pile of very small, yet very dangerous bombs resting there. “It's a goblin built place. Course dere be bombs” "What if one went off?" “Den we'd have more of a breeze.” “Oooooooooooooooooooooh…….!” Lilliana nodded, grinning foolishly. She clutched the pillow to her stomach firmly. Tahzani chuckled, stroking her hair. Even at his soothing gesture, she stiffened, her stomach burning and eating away at her innards. Soon it would break through her skin and there would be an open hole that lead directly into her gut. At least, that's how it felt. Instead of complaining, she asked, "You like all the goblin shit, huh....?" “Moah like ah'm used ta it. Paht a doin' business.” "Well, I guess you were always used to sleeping with bombs." She referrred to the enormous ones that had been in the bottom of Tahzani's boat.” “...An' a few months ago Ah got used ta sleepin' wit a bombshell even.” Lilliana was nodding, but couldn’t help disguise a small wince and involuntary groan, “A bombshell....?" “I'll tell jah latah.” Tahzani looked down to her. The wince and the groan of course had not escaped him. She was on his lap, he was going to notice, and at this point he was rather attuned to her. Everything at this point was enhanced by his concern and fine-tuned by his raising suspicions that this was not normal. “Fine.” Lilliana sounded disappointed and partly annoyed. Tahzani was probably going to suggest she be quiet and try to sleep next. Who was he to tell her what she should do? If that had been Tahzani’s plan, he did not get the chance to suggest it. Lilliana suddenly flung the pillow off of her stomach. The burning in her gut had risen up to her throat again, and the resulting pain had her spinning and nauseous. She bolted outside, almost banging straight into the door before she yanked it open rather desperately. She spun out in the middle of the street, unsure of where to go. The harbor was too many steps away. She darted into the alley alongside the room they rented. Lilliana had moved so fast that Tahzani barely had a chance to keep up with her. Luckily she hadn’t been able to go far. She hit the edge of the wall along the alley, drawing a hand up over her along the metal sheeting of the wall. If she could dig her nails and fingers straight through the metal she probably would have, so much was her discomfort growing. She was trying to breath deeply, but each time she opened her mouth it felt like flames would escape that had billowed up from the depths of her gut. In a way they did, for on her third, deep breath she was violently sick, vomiting at first on the edge of the metal wall, and then leaning away to hit the ground with her disgusting sick. She then remained there for quite some time, alternating between the pain in her gut dominating and the resulting nausea. She was completely helpless and overcome. If this had happened when she was out on an assault she would clearly have been targeted and killed almost immediately. Lilliana's level of misery heightened as the evening wore on, and had progressed so severely at one point it was a miracle that Tahzani was ever able to lead her back inside. At some point there is nothing left in you to expel, even if you still feel that each time you open your mouth that you'll breath fire along with cooked innards sliding up through your throat. The warlock would comfort her as he could through the night, respecting her desire for this particular situation to not be broadcast even to a local healer. Well, he would at least respect that for the night. However, as she worsened in the early hours of the morning to the point of tears that she refused to shed, Tahzani seriously began to suspect foul play.
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    Derecho: Invisible Sun

    ((Oooooo!))
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    Missteps

    Nearly a week had gone by since Lilliana and Tahzani had crossed paths or communicated in some fashion or another. They had run into eachother briefly at the Wyvern’s Tail, after Lilliana had set out to meet one of her Supplicant’s, the firemage, Le’sara. When she entered she found the place packed. One of the occupants was Tahzani. The resulting discomfort and awkwardness was obvious to the both of them. Tahzani wearily raised his hand to greet Lilliana, “Eya, Lilly.” At first Lilliana was unsure of what to do. However, her instinctive thought process that inevitably revolved around self preservation and manipulating the situation kicked in. It was almost immediate that the priestess deemed to include Tahzani in a group greeting, not singling him out as one would think she would – or how she KNEW that she should. Her words and waves were meant for the multitude of patrons present, including Tahzani as merely one of them. After she was satisfied with that the only thing that suggested she regretted the greeting was that she eyed Tahzani on her way up the stairs with Le'sara. Although she felt a pang of regret there, it was time to discuss Grim topics and she could not look the least bit distracted. Once Lilliana was done with Le’sara, she returned downstairs. Tahzani and Selash had been engaged in their own conversation for the duration of Lilliana’s with her firey Supplicant. Lilliana had kept half an ear to their words, although she was not able to catch the entire conversation. Selash was just leaving, and on his way out he gestured to Tahzani while staring at her. “Give the guy a break, alright?“ Selash seemed to only know how to provide blunt observations and suggestions, even when these were given in public amidst multiple ears and eyes. A result of his exaggerated cockiness that bordered or a word that is none too polite. Tahzani had attempted to intervene, whirling to clap an oversized troll hand across Selash’s mouth a sentence too late. Apparently the two had been talking about the fight between Tahzani and Lilliana. The priestess momentarily offered a blank look, as if she didn't understand. She clearly did understand, and that simple encounter made her wish her reply would be different than how she felt herself leaning. This was as much her fault, if not more her fault, as the warlock’s. However, she failed to acknowledge Selash and only muttered something with a grin to say goodbye to him on his way out. For some time she fidgeted awkwardly near one of the braziers, lingering in the tavern when she could very well have left. Sometime through the din and racket of the tavern, she found herself to the bar, settling herself a few feet beside Tahzani. She remained there in silence. Tahzani had attempted, on a couple of occasions to gain her attention through the mind link that they shared while in the tavern. The first time Tahzani gave Lilliana a ‘mental nudge’ to gain her attention she was minimally responsive. She easily knew that he was there and what he was attempting, but he received no mental reply from her. Instead, when she stood at the bar with him she slid her mug of juice his way as perhaps a form of acknowledgement. It did little to make him feel better. The second time he attempted to gain her attention, she did reply. He gave his usual nudge, mentally, the most that he could muster in their connection. Tahzani was rewarded somewhat. “Hi Tahzani, what’s up?” She replied quickly at this time to their mental link. She kept it superficial, her tone bland. To the other patrons she appeared to be leaning casually, and perhaps listlessly against the bar. Now that he had her attention, Tahzani wanted to say many things. Wanted to demand explanations. Express his own hurt. Apologize profusely. Go into a rage as she STILL acted as if nothing happened. What he did do was begin to apologize. " ... Ah shouldn't have said it." He thought to her. “It’s fine, Tahzani.” Was Lilliana’s mental and simple reply to him. If Lilliana knew what a slap that would feel to Tahzani, she did not seem to let on within her mental tone. Outwardly she was fidgeting at the bar, however she often behaved like a bored child and it was unlikely that the others present, even if watching the two troll, would think much of it. “….It’s really not….” Tahzani mind whispered back. Perhaps, at the urging of Lilliana’s lackluster response, Tahzani realized that trying to express an apology or even speak to her at this moment was futile. There were too many elves and regular patrons present and making noise in the tavern. Even with the added bonus of Lilliana’s priestly mind link, where they could technically discuss things in ‘private’, Lilliana did not seem to feel that it was private enough, at least, that is what Tahzani guessed and hoped. This would need to be handled when they were alone. The warlock whispered a mental question through their mind link, "Can we... Can we talk latah?" Lilliana’s thoughts were still a moment, but eventually were heard in Tahzani’s mind “You told me to come back 'latah'. I just....haven't. So like, yeah…I guess.” Tahzani felt the sting of Lilliana’s indifference, even though it was expected, "... Ah don' wanna give it all up because a dis. I'll... I'll talk to jah soon." Tahzani shook his head while he drained the last of his whiskey from a rather tall glass. He had been drinking heavily that night and the slight slump in his already sloughed posture was an indication that it was starting to take it’s toll. “Righ’” He said to those in the tavern, including the bartender, Gravy, “Ah’m off. Everybody have a good night now.” Tahzani blinked, for Gravy was motioning to Tahzani’s pocket. “….fine. Ah’ll – walk – home. Wasn’t gonna ride anyway.” Tahzani snorted and then stumbled slightly, stepping away. He caught his balance on the table, slightly tipsy but still mobile. Faylea interrupted her own conversation with the other multitude of elves present to offer helpfully to Tahzani, “Maybe take a bed upstairs?” Tahzani wouldn’t consider such a thing, “BAH! If Ah wan’ fleas Ah’ll get ‘em at home! …… Wait…. No.” Solaniel, a blood elf new to this tavern offered a vague wave, “Best of luck, friend. Don’t end up in the gutters. “He’ll be fine.” T’suro said with all the confidence of a righteous paladin. “I should hope!” Solaniel nodded, turning away back to their conversation as Tahzani continued with his stumbling walk. To those in the tavern, Lilliana only seemed to be quietly watching Tahzani leave. She felt her grip tighten where she was holding the bar, leaning against it. She almost opened her mouth to offer to go with Tahzani in his half drunken state. It felt wrong not to, considering how nearly every night was spent with the warlock. But, what happened was that verbally she offered him no goodbye. Physically she raised no hand to wish him pleasantly on his way or to suggest that he stop and that they make 'latah' now. Lilliana was restrained in thought to him as her words were heard within his mind, “Goodnight, Tahzani.” She had closed her eyes as she thought this to him. Neither the patrons, nor Tahzani (who was nearly out the door) noticed. “Goodnight Lilly,” came Tahzani’s reply as he disappeared out the door. The elves continued their conversation, with Faylea asking as she went to the bar to gain a refill on her drink, “Hey so I probably missed it. But what brings a Farstrider into Orgrimmar?” She was asking Solaniel, the new elf. Solaniel paused in his drinking, having just touched his glass to his lips in order to answer her, "Official business. Just meeting with contacts here and there to exchange information." Lilliana didn’t join in with the elves, instead with a quick move of her arm she whacked her mug of juice (which had been resting innocently on the bartop), into the bottles behind the bar. The resulting upset with a huge smashing of glass and pottery. Liquid spilled everywhere, including over Gravy’s feet. This particular bartender did not have Tahzani’s level of patient, and he hissed and swore loudly. Faylea had only just come to the bar. Her face fell in overaggerated depression. What would she get to drink now? Tsuro spun around, almost bellowing at Lilliana, “………the hell was THAT for?” Faylea tried to salvage, “Eh... bring me whatever isn't broken.” She said to Gravy. Anock wandered into the tavern at just that time, happily humming to himself. He deactivated his helm to fold into his armor. He stretched then digested the scene before him. “Uhh....what storm hit here? T’suro provided an answer, somewhat flat, “….the storm’s name was Lilliana.” Solaniel decided to provide very important input as he sighed, "So many good drinks were just wasted..." He tipped his glass back to his lips, "Most of that was probably rotgut anyway..." Lilliana was merely standing there, apparently shocked at what she did. She had not even though, just reacted. Her arm seemed to have a mind of it’s own and had been bent on furious destruction. She almost looked dumb at the disaster she had caused. Faylea saw Lilliana’s distressed look, “You alright over there Lilli?” Lilliana covered up the shock at her own behavior with a shrug, "Yeah." She waved in a rather absent manner to the group. It was almost like a switch had been flicked, and she now refused to acknowledged anything had just happened. As she moved to leave, she did not offer to clean or to pay for the mess her brief tantrum caused. “Oh heya, Ms. Lilly....Were those Alliance drinks?” Anock smirked, hoping to alleviate the mood a bit. Lilliana replied with sarcasm, "Yeah, all those drinks broken there fucking Gravy was saving for the Alliance. They were poison anyway, I saved you ALL." This elicited a blink from Anock. “Ummmm…alright, Ms. Lilly…have….a good one…?” Behind Lilliana Faylea followed, commenting, “You seem moody even for you ….. “ Lilliana did not stop, her reply to Faylea was somewhat cold, "Yeah, maybe it's my time of the month...." Faylea was left shrugging behind the female troll.
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    Lilliana's Journal

    ((I don't know why I have so much trouble with the darned formatting....)) Lilliana sat with her journal in her lap. She was enclosed by pale, yellowing canvas. Perhaps she was in a tent. Outside the light was dim, and her journal was illuminated by the glowing of her priestly staff. The journal was opened to the last page she had written on from her few and rare entries. All the butterflies Lilliana drew on this page and the previous pages were scratched out, either by a repeated line drawn over in a frenzy, or by the pen actually poking holes directly through the paper. Trust is a fragile thing. Like a butterfly. No, trust is like a freaking eraser. She took a moment to attack the other butterfly drawings and made an attempt to erase the entire thing. This left dark smudges upon the pages or ripped the paper. One thing that is clear, is that once something of beauty was on the page, but is now just a disjointed mess of ugly. It gets smaller with every mistake. Yes, eraser works. But so does butterfly. You erase bits of it’s pretty wings each time you make a mistake, but it doesn’t go away clean, instead there is a mess of fragmented wings….or like…..as on my stupid journal page, flecks of charcoal and pencil and ink and ripped pages and…and…..and…..and…….. What a mess. Now it can’t fly. It’s just a body with no wings. That would suck to be a butterfly with no wings. May as well have no heart. Look in the mirror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eraser, eraser, eraser! Eraser. Lilliana rested her hand down upon the page. When she lifted it again, her skin was left with the dark coloring she used upon her journal to write. Later she would brush her face with that hand, and stain the skin of her face. I said the last time I wrote in here, that deception and manipulation doesn’t work in survival of all things. That’s for war. That’s for politics. Blah blah blah. I understood that there’s no place for that shit in a home….where like, without trust shit just breaks down because um, there is no foundation. Right…..? I don’t know. I really don’t know. I like, look at myself and don’t know. No, I know what I’m doing. No, that’s a lie. Liar! Following her last comment, the rest of the page is full of pure ink. It appeared that Lilliana simply sat there and repeatedly drew her pen, line over line until everything was black. That must have taken some time. It wasn’t in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t just because I wanted something. I wasn’t trying to manipulate, I wasn’t…... I didn’t plan that. How the hell could I have planned THAT? I mean…..THAT. Fuck it. So like….the wings were gone. I meant it, but it meant nothing. Too much had been erased. It had no where to go. Okay. I get it. Grounded. Oh. Ok. No wait, I thought I got it before. What I mean is……… Lilliana closed the journal, placing it a few feet from her on the ground. Unlike the previous time she dared to write into her journal, the pages were closed gently, the book replaced softly. In fact, after the book was placed on the ground, Lilliana laid down, and rested her head atop the leather cover and used it like a pillow. At this point she revealed no more and left whatever else was in her head unsaid to be mulled over and ruminated on later. It would likely be something to trouble her in her dreams and distract her in her daily tasks. The week had not been pleasant, nor would her night be even after getting some of her sorrowful thoughts down on paper. She fell asleep. At one point during her fretful slumber the hand that was smudged with the ink from her page brushed across her face. Her skin took on the charcoal traces, although the ink had dried hard on her hand. Lilliana would find her face a mess in the morning, an act from her frantic erasing of the butterflies she had once drawn.
  9. Lilliana Bloodshine

    Lilliana's Journal

    Lilliana sat with her journal in her lap. She was enclosed by pale, yellowing canvas. Perhaps she was in a tent. Outside the light was dim, and her journal was illuminated by the glowing of her priestly staff. The journal was opened to the last page she had written on from her few and rare entries. All the butterflies Lilliana drew on this page and the previous pages were scratched out, either by a repeated line drawn over in a frenzy, or by the pen actually poking holes directly through the paper. Trust is a fragile thing. Like a butterfly. No, trust is like a freaking eraser. She took a moment to attack the other butterfly drawings and made an attempt to erase the entire thing. This left dark smudges upon the pages or ripped the paper. One thing that is clear, is that once something of beauty was on the page, but is now just a disjointed mess of ugly. It gets smaller with every mistake. Yes, eraser works. But so does butterfly. You erase bits of it’s pretty wings each time you make a mistake, but it doesn’t go away clean, instead there is a mess of fragmented wings….or like…..as on my stupid journal page, flecks of charcoal and pencil and ink and ripped pages and…and…..and…..and…….. What a mess. Now it can’t fly. It’s just a body with no wings. That would suck to be a butterfly with no wings. May as well have no heart. Look in the mirror!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eraser, eraser, eraser! Eraser. Lilliana rested her hand down upon the page. When she lifted it again, her skin was left with the dark coloring she used upon her journal to write. Later she would brush her face with that hand, and stain the skin of her face. I said the last time I wrote in here, that deception and manipulation doesn’t work in survival of all things. That’s for war. That’s for politics. Blah blah blah. I understood that there’s no place for that shit in a home….where like, without trust shit just breaks down because um, there is no foundation. Right…..? I don’t know. I really don’t know. I like, look at myself and don’t know. No, I know what I’m doing. No, that’s a lie. Liar! Following her last comment, the rest of the page is full of pure ink. It appeared that Lilliana simply sat there and repeatedly drew her pen, line over line until everything was black. That must have taken some time. It wasn’t in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t just because I wanted something. I wasn’t trying to manipulate, I wasn’t…... I didn’t plan that. How the hell could I have planned THAT? I mean…..THAT. Fuck it. So like….the wings were gone. I meant it, but it meant nothing. Too much had been erased. It had no where to go. Okay. I get it. Grounded. Oh. Ok. No wait, I thought I got it before. What I mean is……… Lilliana closed the journal, placing it a few feet from her on the ground. Unlike the previous time she dared to write into her journal, the pages were closed gently, the book replaced softly. In fact, after the book was placed on the ground, Lilliana laid down, and rested her head atop the leather cover and used it like a pillow. At this point she revealed no more and left whatever else was in her head unsaid to be mulled over and ruminated on later. It would likely be something to trouble her in her dreams and distract her in her daily tasks. The week had not been pleasant, nor would her night be even after getting some of her sorrowful thoughts down on paper. She fell asleep. At one point during her fretful slumber the hand that was smudged with the ink from her page brushed across her face. Her skin took on the charcoal traces, although the ink had dried hard on her hand. Lilliana would find her face a mess in the morning, an act from her frantic erasing of the butterflies she had once drawn.
  10. Lilliana Bloodshine

    Kargron's Defeat

    ((omg.....EVIL......EVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL. But I like him.))
  11. Lilliana Bloodshine

    Derecho: Lights Out

    ((very well done - you made that night come alive from an amazing view))
  12. Lilliana Bloodshine

    Derecho: Lights Out

    ((Holy cow you really made the cantina come to life!!!! Very well written! I can't wait to see how you write the end !!!))
  13. Lilliana Bloodshine

    Missteps

    Once, Lilliana wrote in her journal a simple, yet important quote following a small argument with Tahzani: “Deception and manipulation are valuable tools in getting your own way, as well as for avoiding confrontation. It works in war and is known as a valid approach in politics. However, when such mannerism are brought into the home it will destroy everything. There is no place for such things there, where only honestly helps to encourage the survival of whatever it is that you are trying to build.” ************************************************************* Tahzani’s mental nudge was clear in Lilliana’s mind, as was his formally worded request, "Lilly. We need to talk. Jah got a minute please stop by Coldstah HQ." Her mental reply wasn’t meant to sound defensive, but he also didn’t usually sound so formal. “What? What did I do?!” " Accordin' ta dis guy? Rack up a majah debt." “Huh..........? No I didn't. I don't owe anyone anything right now.” “I'll show jah de lettah... Just please come by." Lilliana was already in the area, having gone to help one of the newer Grim with a task. It didn’t take her long to fly into the Coldstar’s Headquarters. When she arrived at the tavern, she saw Tahzani waiting for her, standing beside an empty table. Tahzani looked surprised, not expecting such a prompt response from her. “Hi.” Lilliana grinned at Tahzani, "Please come by? Jeez, so formal!" Tahzani leans leans against the table, letter in hand, “...Lilly did you go anywhere else aftah de time we spent in Zul'gurub?” “Um…..well I left early in the morning. And was in Orgrimmar for a bit..... “ “Back to Orgrimmah... An' sometin' happened with Naring.” Tahzani waited. “Yeah....can I see the letter....?” Lilliana’s question was interrupted by one of the orc peons who decided to cut through both her and Tahzani without so much as a word to excuse himself. Tahzani held out the letter which Lilliana grabbed, it read: To The Resident/s of this Establishment, Today it has been noted that one Lilliana Bloodshine, under Steamwheedle Sublaw #192, has been issued forthwith an outstanding debt due to services rendered in a case of emergency. In the case of one "General" Naring versus Ms. Bloodshine, intervention was requested by the trolless in question. In light of this, this issues a vocal contract between one consumer (Heretoafter, Ms. Bloodshine, shall be referred to as Party A) and one independent contractor (Party B). Under Sublaw #1203, this is a binding deal with terms not yet negotiated. Party A is rescued by party B, and is therein told of the prices she owed for intervention, but refused to pay. With this, she has broken the vocal contract and is held in contempt and due for collection. Payment is owed in the following. Violation of the Prior Agreement Pact for Employment: 500g Intervention in an Emergency Situation: 2,000 gold Fuel/Device Usage: 150g Roaming Charges: 500g Hazard Pay: 1250g Legal-Class Purgery Vs. Guards: 3000g Total: 7,400 gold pieces This bill is to be paid in full within several days or face legal or unpleasant sanctions. The earth elemental will be called when this letter is ripped and will receive the payment or full. Have a pleasant day. After reading, Lilliana’s eyes grew big, then narrowed. The anger in them did not last long, however, "What a freaking liar......." She mutters more so to the wretched bill than to Tahzani. “...Ah don' care about de money Lilly. But ah wanna know what happened.” “Well, I care....I never agreed to any of this.......! This guy is making up this bill!!!!” Lilliana folded up, goes to hand it back to Tahzani....realizes it's her bill...and just keeps it in her hand. She seemed to delay in providing further explanation as was typical Lilly style, even though she clearly heard Tahzani’s question. Tahzan stared at Lilly and held his hand out for the bill, “Steamwheedle laws be as multi-layered as an onion an' obscure as muddy watah but dere be a hundred loopholes if jah know how ta look... I'll eithah pay de bill or fight fah not payin' it until dis fool weeps blood... But in de meantime…..” He paused, and then said with very clear deliberateness, “What. Happened.” Lilliana hesitates, then offers the folded bill back to Tahzani. At the same time the same orc peon that had walked between them came by again, but this time least makes a bit of a wide berth around the two instead of waltzing right in between them, then regards Tahzani, "Naring was just being an asshole in Orgrimmar....and do you mind?!!!!!” She yelled at the peon with a snort, “And like, don't pay that...that's stupid. I'll deal with it.” As if Lilliana knows how to deal with goblins. This brought a blank stare from Tahzani. His patience for her usual stall tactics wearing thin, “Lilly. Focus.” Lilliana looks Tahzani over. She bites her lip over his staring expression. She was more than focused, perhaps overly so....in avoidance. But when Tahzani made it look like she wasn't, she at least replied, "I got into a fight with Naring...because he's an asshole." She points to the bill Tahzani took back from her, "That goblin 'intervened'.....and apparently thinks he is like, all high and mighty and a savior doing a rather expensive job." She points this out, even though the letter already made that rather clear. “Yes Lilly. Dat much ah gathered from de Bill. What ah wanna know is WHY Naring attacked you. In de heart of Orgrimmah. Ta de point dat jah NEEDED help.” Tahzani straightened his shoulders, then continued, “So if jah got ANY respect fah me….. Cut dis bullshit circle talk, ommission, gigglin' off... An' tell me what happened.” Lilliana bristles as that same orc walks in between the two, although it probably looks like she is bristling at Tahzani, “I didn't need help....I had a plan..... and....” Tahzani's last comment makes her drop all of that, the bristling, her delaying in explaining what exactly was behind the letter, “I haven't.......” She tugs on her hair, "Can we move to where we aren't like, in a freaking thoroughfare?" “Fine.” Tahzani lead them upstairs through the tavern, and to one of the balconies. A thick, metal chain has been utilized as a fence to keep visitors from falling off the edge. Lilliana leans back on the chain, making the links clink against one another, "Naring attacks anyone...." she downplays, "He was pissed off....was trying to get a Sanctuary elf to go home with him." Tahzani listened, but an angry twitch can be felt in every sense of the word, from his rigid stance and grimace to the flash of anger in his mind and twitch of his eye, “...Lilly does dat have anytin' ta do wit what happened to him an' you?” Lilliana had just gone for a casual shrug just a second before Tahzani's angry twitch which spread to his general stance. That made her partially cringe, he was really mad! "Um........" Tahzani made it sound like something HAD happened between Lilly and Naring, and that was boggling to her. She glances left and right, then offers, "Yeah." Tahzani settles back down, slightly and motioned for her to continue. She had seen him at the end of his rope with people a few times. Though it was rarely aimed at her. This time he had zero patience for any of her usual games However, knowing that it was aimed at her made her grip the chain tightly, white knuckling it. Answering Tahzani went against her very nature...but then again....observing him so frustrated, even if he was settling down, seemed like something rather against his general nature too. "I don't know Tahzani, whatever I say to that guy pisses him off. Um, granted I don't always say the nicest things....but I had taunted him so much he just flipped....tried to knock my ass out and bring me...I dunno....and yeah...it was in the middle of Orgrimmar....right in front of the Warchief's hut, actually." Tahzani closed his eyes. He was already getting a throbbing headache " So jah made fun of Naring... An' he attacked you. Den he tried ta bring jah somewhere.... Right in front a de Warchief's hut?” Lilliana squeezes her shoulders up close to her neck, leaning forward. Her posture is almost like a child who's being forced to relay something terrible they have just been caught for, even though she isn't really the one to blame, well...other than for not just leaving the situation, "I made fun of Naring, he made fun of me. We exchanged rude words...he wouldn't let the hell up, and he switched like, back and forth, you know, the usual...not making sense. I was like....when he actually got a choke on me gonna let him make me pass out as the guards had responded at that point and then his ass could get arrested and like, take that...but...it didn't quite work out that way." “He tried to strangle jah?” “He was like, really mad.” Lilliana swings slightly on the chain, that really can't be comfortable. It's cold and frozen, and her gloves don't cover all of her hands. She's quiet a moment after her last sentence, then asks, "What else do you want to know....?" Tahzani sighs and folds his arms as he leans against the equally frozen stone wall. “Are you going to stand like that until I tell you like, every detail......?” Lilliana asked. Tahzani decides to clarify, “So jah insulted him... HE attacked you. Tried to strangle you, resisted de guards... Tried ta kidnap you…….” He continued, surpringly smoothly, “Anytin' else? Did'ja attack him back? Flay his mind?” “Well I don't know if he was trying to kidnap me..... I just used magic to get him off me...screamed in his head.... burst him off a few times.” She added with a somewhat muted mutter, “I did get a knife into his face though.....” Doing that of course, at the time made little sense when she had a full arsenal of magic to use against the deathknight. But, she probably impaled Naring in the face to be more insulting in the end, to show him she didn’t need her magic to win. Only thing was, Lilly didn’t really win. “So aside from de knife... Jah didn't really attack him?” “Um, I guess not….but I wasn’t nice…….” “What do you mean it didn't work out like dat when jah thought de guards would deal wit him?” “Why it didn't work out like 'dat'......” She sighs, looks somewhat humiliated...as that's what lead up to the stupid sneaky lying bill, apparently, “Somehow freaking Naring got cuffs....um...I mean....shackles on me while the guards were closing in, and then called in darkspear trolls that knew him....and like...an entire fight broke out between the Orcs and the troll guards.” What Lilliana was explaining sounded like a horrid mess. “...He tried ta put you in chains... An' abused his rank ta perform an illegal arrest?” Lilliana mutters with some honesty, with some shame, "Well he didn't try, he kind of did. That guy that sent the bill gave me a quick ride out of there…. he took them off for me. Said he'd wave the charge though....lying little bastard." Lilliana attempted to put the attention on the goblin, if she could. Tahzani's eyes spark, “...Ah see.” He pauses, then continues, “Naring attacks... Abuses authority ta create a conflict between de guards of Orgrimmah an' personal attendants... Tries to arrest jah ovah notin' but mockery... Meanwhile jah call fah help. Dis Goblin intervenes an' sends a bill dat calls it a Vocal contract... den he violates dat contract by sayin' he won't charge fah sometin'... Den he does.” There is another significant pause, “...Anytin' else?” Lilliana continues swinging, the links of the heavy, thick chain clinging with the movement. "I didn't call for help....the goblin guy did that shit on his own, there was a panda there, also watching, that was screaming for help though." She noted the eye spark, "Tahzani........you want there to be more?" “No. Personally ah'd rathah dere not be ANYTIN'. But ah'd really like ta know what's been happenin' between you an' Naring...Less den a week ago jah was havin' Tea wit him...Den he's tryin ta strangle jah an' clap jah in irons.” Tahzani’s voice became somewhat tight, “Befoah dat he said some truly horrible tings about you... Befoah dat all ah knew of was dat he wanted in jah robes... So what happened ta cause dis leap?” Lilliana's look that she gives to Tahzani is a mixture of discomfort and perhaps some vague panic. She did not like speaking of...well...anything. She mutters her answer to him, and although she actually stated an answer, it's not comprehensible, sounding like, ……”robes.....*garbled*......listen.....*garbled*.........angry.....*garbled*.......bad......good.” Tahzani exhales slowly through his nose, “Fine. Why trust de warlock?” He is not pleased. “What...I just said.......!” Perhaps she didn't even realize she wasn't clear in her speech, her expression certain said so. “What robes hrmgrjghgf listen fghrhfgh angry ifdskjfk bad good?” Tahzani asks, but then follows it up with something harsher, “...What is your problem?” “Tahzani........don't get all mad at me.... She felt on the spot...him standing across from her, leaning against the wall and just....staring at her while she 'tried', yet failed as was usual, to properly relay. She corrects, “And I said.....I guess the robes thing...but then I never listen to him...then he just gets angry and tries everything to get my attention, good and bad...probably more bad than good.” “De robes ting?” “You said you knew he wanted to 'get into my robes'.” “Righ'....So das it? Alla dis awful talk….. De assault de abuse a powah de attempted arrest…. All because he wants ta bang jah.” Tahzani did not seem to so much as be asking this, as stating it. He slightly believes her but it sounds like far too much to take at face value... Much like anything she says. This sparked a fretful look from Lilliana. She was now aware, thanks to a nasty little goblin, that the fact she hadn't mentioned this to Tahzani looked poorly, and probably felt like a slap in the face to him. It was a shame she was only coming to that realization now. If she said more, although it would put it all out there at least and clear the current air on her withholding information. Yet, at the same time she felt it would probably offend him more. Still, she says, "I guess...I had originally pissed him off once when I wouldn't listen to him about the Grim getting investigated or something....and that started it all, he even got the drop on me and another when I blew him off because I didn't think he was like, a super savior, intelligent troll." Her explaination still remained somewhat cryptic. Tahzani blinked at her, “Huh?” Then peered at her searchingly. Something clicks almost audibly. “...Was dat... In Gilneas?” Lilliana doesn't answer the warlock, although not giving a verbal answer should be more than enough. “...Why?” Tahzani asks. “Why Lilly?” He even asks again. “WHY. would you not tell me about dis?!” He refers to something that had apparently happened in Gilneas, “Jah said dat it was some nutcase strangah! Not somebody dat jah knew! He broke jah arm! Knocked Kogrona unconscious an' ah've been just standin' by tinkin' he just be misunderstood fah MONTHS!” Lilliana covers her head with her hands, balancing on the chain, "I didn't want any trouble, Tahzani! I know it looks like I search for trouble...but I'm just screwing around...I dont' want like....real trouble....and initially that would have started shit with Luna and the Grim!" Tahzani’s rational mind agrees with her. The last thing the Horde needs is more intergroup conflict. However, Tahzani is not feeling particularly rational right now though. " SO WHAT?!" He yelled, “If you brought dis shit up what would happen? De Luna ain't happy wit de way Naring is actin' eithah! Jah bring dis up an' maybe dey get rid of one USELESS membah!” Lilliana was quiet at least, initially. “...Anytin' else jah LIED to me about?! Any othah times Naring has hurt you? Or hell. Anytin' you 'Forgot' to tell me about because jah didn't wanna start conflict?” Tahzani usually goes berserk like this during times of great excitement, such as lovemaking. Now his mind is in overdrive with the horrible possibilities of what else the sly priestess had lied to him about or kept silent about? Lilliana keeps her hands over her head, crouched forward....she was about to try to further explain 'why' she had kept so quiet initially...and there were reasons out there, the Grim originally considering a small alliance with Luna (which fell rather flat)....but with that last question from Tahzani, she realized, just like how that was received by the Grim from Luna, just how flat it would fall. So now she sat back up, feigning that she has regained her composure that was lost as she was hunched over. "No other physical fights between Naring and I." Then, as was completely inappropriate for the situation and Tahzani’s offended position, she, "You want me to get a pen and paper and make a freaking list or something.........?" She felt some angry now, of the accusing words of ‘anytin’ else jah lied to me about?!’. Tahzani takes a step back as if she had physically struck him. He took what she said, however inappropriate ... completely the wrong way. Why would she need a list for this? Has she really gone behind his back so often?! He always knew she had problems talking... Issues with being secretive. But it was starting to sound downright malicious at this point. Perhaps she had killed someone... What if she had cheated on him…..? She never was able to return the words that he said so often to her, expressing how he felt.. At that particular thought there was a pain in his chest. “...Get out...” Tahzani demanded. Lilliana was struck dumb with shock, "What?" He repeats himself, but this time he yelled, “GET. OUT.” Lilliana narrows her eyes at Tahzani and doesn't move. Tahzani storms off, not willing to deal with her compulsive NEED to be annoying, " FINE! STAY AS LONG AS JAH WANT! NOT LIKE JAH CAN TAKE MUCH MOAH FROM ME!" Tahzani left Lilliana sitting there on the chain. After a couple minutes she realized he was not turning around, she bolted after him. By this point he had already made it up the path and the next hill near the exit to the garrison. “Hey! Tahzani! Tahzani stop!” Lilliana kept on yelling, and Tahzani kept on walking. “Tahzani!” Finally he stopped, and turned back to her, “Jah don' listen. Why should I?” “Stop it, I am listening!” “Oh really? ...Well den.” He paused, and then bellowed at her, “WHY ARE YOU STILL HEAH?!” Lilliana visibly wilted under his bellow, "Because I'm sorry.....and I love you. So like...." She seemed more than mortified. Perhaps he did have a right to be so angry, Lilliana withheld too much information and that was costing her currently. Tahzani’s angry expression turned to one of misery. “...Of all de times jah finally can say dat back….. It be de time when ah can't believe a word you say.” Lilliana clearly struggled for a moment at Tahzani’s words, however she was quick to sort herself out like she's always done. She manages a simply nod to Tahzani and says in a voice that is clearly a presented as a façade, but seems realistic if one didn’t know her, “Alright. Well, I was telling the truth, but I'll go if that's what you want.” Tahzani's face contorts. This wasn't fair... This wasn't fair at all! SHE was the liar yet he's the one being made out as the bad guy?! Why was she doing this to him?! “...Just... Leave me alone...Lilly. I can't deal wit you right now...” Lilliana’s voice is fairly smooth, "Can I have the bill?" “No.” “Why not?” “It was sent to me. Just anuddah remindah of all de shit ah've put up wit because of you.” Tahzani sounded petty and insulting. Though right now the one silver lining of this moment is dominating the cocky goblin and making him weep blood for every cent he sought to take. Lilliana had regained all of her composure at Tahzani’s statement of not believing her words to him, words of bearing out her heart, something she had not done before. But, with the next insult she is thrown out of her briefly presented facade. She visibly looks hurt, well...maybe crushed....even if she did kind of cause all of this. Tahzani opens his mouth, almost as if to kick her while she's down. Then just clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head. “……………” After some moments, Tahzani says, “...Just... Come back latah….. Ah need time.” Lilliana’s demeanor changed, and it clearly showed that she's given up. She stepped by Tahzani...not acknowledging what he said to her, but obviously leaving. Tahzani brushed past her, his robes touching hers. He went the other way.
  14. Lilliana Bloodshine

    Missteps

    A letter arrives in a most peculiar way onto the Coldstar boat; its delivered by having a small spearhead of rock jammed into its railing by a small earthen elemental that quickly departs by shattering into dust once its mailman duties have been completed. The envelope open to reveal what looks like an intricately written bill, the calligraphy most definitely showcasing its owners high class. To The Resident/s of this Establishment, Today it has been noted that one Lilliana Bloodshine, under Steamwheedle Sublaw #192, has been issued forthwith an outstanding debt due to services rendered in a case of emergency. In the case of one "General" Naring versus Ms. Bloodshine, intervention was requested by the trolless in question. In light of this, this issues a vocal contract between one consumer (Heretoafter, Ms. Bloodshine, shall be referred to as Party A) and one independent contractor (Party B). Under Sublaw #1203, this is a binding deal with terms not yet negotiated. Party A is rescued by party B, and is therein told of the prices she owed for intervention, but refused to pay. With this, she has broken the vocal contract and is held in contempt and due for collection. Payment is owed in the following. Violation of the Prior Agreement Pact for Employment: 500g Intervention in an Emergency Situation: 2,000 gold Fuel/Device Usage: 150g Roaming Charges: 500g Hazard Pay: 1250g Legal-Class Purgery Vs. Guards: 3000g Total: 7,400 gold pieces This bill is to be paid in full within several days or face legal or unpleasant sanctions. The earth elemental will be called when this letter is ripped and will receive the payment or full. Have a pleasant day.