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The sun rises once again filling the day with light, yet almost none of it makes its way through the window to illuminate the depressing little room. A tattered piece of black cloth has been sloppily nailed to the frame of the dirty piece of glass. The bright streaks that do come slowly creep up the form a draeni female asleep on the almost bare mattress. The sheets are a tangled mess that is tightly wound about her body like a constrictor and all the pillows look to have migrated to the safer surface of the floor. One arm is crooked beneith her head, and unlike most caught in a deep sleep, peace seems to be the last thing on her mind. Small twitches flicker across her features, her brow furrows now and again. The light slowly makes it's way across her neck as she sweats and mutters, the progress seems painfully slow as her breathing gets quicker. The lancing beam slides across her closed eyes and she gasps and recoils from it like a creature use to nothing but darkness. She wakes like this almost every day. Tucking her legs up against her chest, she sits up and leans back against the wall. Her hands reach up to reflexively clutch a gold ring that dangles from a chain around her neck. Suddenly a sharp knocking cracks through the room, booming through her skull like thunder. A calloused hand raises up to ward her eyes from the sun as she crawls from her bed. "What," she growls, "What the fuck is it?!" "Command...," the uncertain voice stops quickly at the sound of a mighty thump. He cleans his throat loudly before trying again. "Miss Niktika?" The door is wrenched open loudly and the disheveled draenai priestess pushes her mop of white hair back between her horns. Nik glares down at the human as he scuttles back a few steps. "I said what is it boy?" "Umm..I..I'm sorry Miss." The boy stares daggers in the floor in an intense effort to compose himself. "I mean no bother..it's just. Well the rent." He flicks his gaze up at her scowling visage and winces. "And, well...The is the matter of the tab..." Niktika drops from view for a moment before coming back and throwing a handfull of silver at the boys chest. The door slams loudly as he kneels to pick up the pieces. After a moment he makes his way down to the main tavern. At the filthy bar sits a rather large man fitted with embossed plate. "Aaronod, was that your name boy?" The kid nods and moves closer to look at the flyer the man slides toward him. "And this woman, she is upstairs?" "Y-yes Sir." The warrior nods and slides five gold to the boy. "Half of that is for you. The other half should take care of her for the next few days." Aaronod nods quickly as he gathers the coins and slips them away. "Good then. I want to make sure she is here before the start of the festivities, is that understood?" He doesn't even wait for an answer, he simply pats the boy on the head as he turns to leave the tavern. As he opens the door, the morning sun reflects off the crest on his shoulder pauldrons, a golden lion head shining in a field of blue.

((Bumping cause massive update.))

omg! I was complimenting you you know! I was commenting on my own bitchiness. Ha. I totally love your art, I just figured you were like screw this bitch and her demands. You know I love you!

Great post, you are amazing Sabs. I really miss you and Lysi too, I would really love to pick up something like that again. I've just been so damn busy lately. ~le sigh

Just echoing what Skaad said. We have quite a few people in PG that would be really interested in doing raids, however we have our hands full with RBGs and can't lead them ourselves. If you want a list of people class and spec just let me know and I'll give you the names.