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Everything posted by RowlandEx

  1. After a brief debate, it was decided that The Jade Lion does not believe that it is worth the investment to remain on the Netherholdt and our future belongs on Emerald Dream will be transitioning there over the coming months before legion. The guild name is the same and those prominent figures to get in touch with are either transferred or remade with a similar name if need be.
  2. *SPOTTED* The deserter crew of the Jade Lion was spotted in the neutral port city of Booty Bay. It is advised that civilians of the Grand Alliance stay clear of these potentially dangerous individuals and report it to royal authorities or any member with outstanding status within the Grand Alliance. Local sources suspect that the perpetrators are seeking contract work in the slums of the great wooden docks, please avoid these areas.
  3. Lost Cicelle's tummy was a torrent more violent than an unstable mana bomb, which she kept spewing onto the soft grass forest floor which she landed. Her head pounded like orcish war drums if she had ever heard any. A thin trail of dried blood stuck to her cheek where apparently the world's sharpest blade and nipped her. It was all a blur of blackness when she tried to remember the night before. She was supposed to go and bring everyone home to the ship but certainly that did not happen- or it did and she couldn't remember. "Jaaake.. mommy needs orange.. please." Cicelle opened her eyes from the fetal position on the ground. Her thickly gloved hand worn from centuries of work touched her bare head and her eyes grew wide in surprise. "Jaake?" Cicelle lifted her upper body to look around, her wide eyes turning to little slits as she squinted in the dark woods. Silver hair tangled into a matted mess dripped down her neck to cover tendrils rolled into nervous bulbs. From the woods the skittering of long thing bone tapping around wood echoed like a whisper from the forest sending a chill down from her head to her hooves. "J-J-aake?"
  4. Raeisley stood there with her tail limply draped around her right finger, her neck tendrils curled in a delighted C to match her coy simper. The flyer on the wall was not to be mistaken it called for the head of the beloved card dealer, she brought her hand free of her client's arm to hold her mouth as she chuckled. The aged man with spots on his brow gave her a queer look but did not ask though not without gaining the courtesan's notice. "It appears an entertainer I am fond of is destined to the blade." She smiles down to look him in the eyes. He was one of her more preferred clients; understood their agreement well and never asked for anything. Often she would not even mention a charge and let it slide, it was hard to find a gentlemen patron and that deserved some return. The man's voice was aged and tired, his skin like leather bags moved hardly when he spoke. "That is rather unfortunate. Anything I may do to remedy this?" She whipped her tail around to flick at his inner thigh with a smirk. "No I can handle this myself, you've already been too kind with what you've risked for us already. Speaking of which, how much longer can they be delayed?" The gentleman shrugged with a crack in his lower back and a cough. "A week at the very most but more likely two more days. A ship of the line gone rogue and destroying the docks of our northern most port is hard to ignore. With that mess across the time-pond its only a matter of time before they start trying to reclaim the north once more." Raeis reached up into the air with a sheepish yawn, rolling her wrist to make the flyer disappear with a simple hat trick down her sleeve. "You'll have to forgive me, love, I may have to retire early tonight to take care of this. I'll make it up to you." A wink of a glittering eyelid announced her exit as she spun and began to head down the road, tail rolling from side to side in a figure-eight. With a raspy laugh the man nodded and tilted a hat to her departure he smiled and turned to continue down the alley towards the harbor. Soft hums with her thoughts, a song of her father's homeland with wide forests and slow rivers in a chilled day. Her eyes like the forever still ponds of Northrend looked up at the sky's excitement. Explosions of red and white flame echoing across the city's sky reflected upon those two ponds. "Aww.. Tuuroto what shall it be our protection for service or your head for service." Raeisley simpers at the sky which flashed in a crimson red. "I pray for some sport"
  5. I'm one of the Jade Lions 'officers' so you already have our attention though if you should be more concerned with which guild fits you the best. I recommend checking out the recruitment page. Jade Lion is what I like to call a chaos guild. We are currently an Alliance Navel ship of the line crew though were probably the worse seaman ever to exist and may be seeing an alignment shift soon(maybe) We don't really have officership as we just do what everyone wants to do at that moment whether is be go playing in Splashran, Arena, Cmodes or a thirteen hour rp arc it's really up to the people that are on. Cup and Blade is a trader style guild that does a lot of travel, primarily rp from my knowledge but I could be mistaken. Again it is best to check their own pages. Eternal Agies is the Jade Lions more organized sister guilds (We were both born from the same one) I know in the past they have done RBGs and raiding but it has been some time since I've talked with their members. Twilight Empire is the oldest by far and most orderly. They have a neat website to apply for and a weekly meeting every Sunday at 7:30 server time and are themes from my understand a peace-oriented guild striving to mend the wounds caused by thirty some years of conflict. They do in fact raid on normal and heroic as far as I know perhaps higher.
  6. It works well enough for me, my only gripe being I can't trade cross realms still.
  7. A small list of recommended addons Total Rp 3: which is a profile style addon that makes having a character sheet a great deal easier and public. It also has a track function which you can disable so you can find other rpers in the same area with ease. Gryphonheart items: An addon that lets you create imaginary items that are purely for rp and immersion. Mogit: A giant wardrobe that helps with making outfits for your character by showing every armor piece/weapon in the game open to our character. All these can be easily downloaded and even install themselves with a curse client. http://mods.curse.com/client If you ever modded Skyrim or anything it functions just like the Nexus
  8. Welcome to the realm! It's always good to see new faces around. Most people know me as Nat or Cicelle on alliance side and Drak'zon horde side. I'll certainly keep an eye out for you and we can rp it up beyond responsible measure! If you haven't already /join rp works on both factions and it's a channel we use to communicate out of character (OOC) and get together for rp and advertise events going on. Horde side also has a sekert squirrels channel called Eclipse which a great deal of them sit in that channel also if you are looking for a nibble or casual talk. The site is about to go down for the weekend but don't fret about posting till then as I'm told it will all save over except for blogs. Again welcome to the Netherholdt.
  9. Hello Netherholdt, I apologize ahead of time for a lack of detail though this event had only begun planning yesterday to my knowledge. The same person I worked with last time to help get our realms into the Silver Sickness muti-realm event Silane has come up with a wonderful dream-themed festival inspired by none other than Shakespeare's Mid-Summer Night's Dream to take place this late July (subject to change). So far there are two know events and some surprises/party favors. As it currently stands the venue will be two locations starting at Dire Maul's arena where there will be a dazzling wand competition to the last wand waver standing before moving to the Ruins of Isildien to the south where either a Wow-after version of Shakespeare's play or the actual play itself will be performed by our actors. There are expected to be party favors and the like and it is a faction neutral event. If any guilds are wanting to play a more major role in the celebrations simply give me a tell using TNG's private message system or in-game on either Cicelle, Drak'zon or Nat. EVERYONE IS WELCOME. A quick TDLR Neutral faction festival there will be games and a play Date: Late July no time yet Venue: Ruins of Isildien and Dire Maul arena for the games. Neutral faction festival there will be games and a performance. Party favors planned but still in the working. Will update as we set things in stone. Everyone is welcome.
  10. As someone who struggles a lot with grammar I found this thread very useful, keep up the good work.
  11. Nathaniel Poor, Human vindicator finishing the fight of pocket resistance in Draenor, primairy the ongoing seige of Shattrath Cicelle, Draenei magus serving as a cargo loader for the Jade Lion also part time stalker (in an endearing way) and smutty book reader Natalite Poor, Human priest taking long naps in Cobrak's Draenei/elf camp library Red Shyrt, Human jackass is trying to tame a basilisk with the help of drugged zombies for eight copper R.H.Kaak, Human Warlock a mute warlock who is doing taxes for any facing an audit Drak'zon, Troll holy-mon realigning himself with the Loa and continuing his quest to find a proper successor
  12. Guild mandatory videos Fundamentals Roleplay etiquette Officer Integrity to get things done.
  13. Dear Netherholdt It shames me to have to make this thread, but just the other day I got more troubling news of an already rampant problem on our combined realms. A friend of the Jade Lion who primarily plays on Emerald Dream came back to visit our realm and try to rp. When they inquired about Horde side rp they were bombarded with regret. Instead of the helpful and welcoming community we should be and expected to be; they were met with hostilities. "There is a real rp chat, but you aren't invited" These are the words that greet returning and new members of our realm. I would have hoped we had learned that such bigotry has nothing but harmed our community. Enough harm was inflicted upon our realm's reputation during the last couple years. When potential friends and guildies were disregarded and harassed In-game via ganks and vile messages. I remember coming on one day and two members from Emerald Dream scared to even attempt to engage in open role-play because they thought there was some rule against the realms cross rping due to innumerable verbal assault and that is in only recent memory. This enclosed community mindset is sapping the life of our realm's morality and worse preventing potential growth. It is not a person problem, it is not a guild or even faction problem as it's been seen on both sides. It is a realm problem that continues to be proliferated by pretending it is not there. It undoes the hard work of guilds outreach programs that have done in trying to interconnect the realms (such as the Silver Sickness event for cross-realm and the Grim ambassador program for cross-faction). The Jade Lion does not tolerate bigotry or support any group or organization if believed to be engaging in harmful behavior for our realms.
  14. Woman In The Mirror Her silver hair was already undone before she even entered the room. Disquiet ruled Cicelle’s expression as she waddled into her room. The swarm of turtles crawling out from under her bed to meet her; they brought a smile to overthrow her anxious feelings. Jaake remained on his throne upon the many plush pillows that covered Cicelle’s bed. “Hello, babies. Yes,yes mommy is home.” She bent her hocks to squat, removing the glove from her right hand to feel their smooth cool shells. A chorus of turtle bleeps replied as each took their turn to receive a shell rub. “Jock” “Jackie” “Jock” “john” “Jessic-“She stops to hold back a giggle at Jessica rolled onto her belly like a dog. “Jerry” “James” “Jullie” “Jasgon” “Jaak” At least she could count on all of them to trust her and with the last rub, she rose once again and hopped over her admiring crowd towards her bed. The night was taxing if not from magic it was from Autumn’s words, hours had passed and the pit in her chest had not faded. Though she certainly had the remedy for such melancholy. With entourage in tow, Cicelle gained a sharp smirk she pranced a crossed the apartment to one wall holding her extensive collection of her favorite series. With a hop she reached up to the far left Cicelle pulled a well-worn covered book down to hold to her chest with a flush riding into the dimples of her cheeks. “Desira: A Ballot of Passion” The words fell from Cicelle’s lips like butter. She had read the whole 854 book series 48,932 times (soon to be 48,933) and it never failed to excite her with it's detailed and intimate story which left her on the edge of the bed. Her tail whipped from side to side, turning to the bed with a giddy spring she hopped into the bed. Launching poor Jaake into the air before he plopped down right next to her with the same grumpy turtle face. Cicelle blinked with a guilty smile at the turtle. “Sorry Jaake. Want to read with me again? You can do the man voice this time” Jaake gazed at her with beady unblinking eyes… “bleep” Cicelle chuckled and rolled onto her stomach to kiss his head. “Okay let's start. Ummmmm” The volume had gilded pages, a personal touch she had added over the decades. They were thin, yellowed, and brittle from age. Time and time again she had looked for a replacement but this copy was special with a signature of the author on the inner cover it couldn’t be replaced by anything less; the first edition no less. “In a land far away but not too far, long ago but not too long. There was a woman- her name…” Cicelle smirked down at Jaake pressing their noses together. “Desira. Clad in the lushest of blues the countess had no rival in beauty or skill, she could sing, dance, tell all the great epics and poems of the ages, and weave the most potent of charms and most of all she was a person of wit. But great stories are not built on what makes someone perfect” Cicelle kicked her legs up and down on the bed her tail waggling in rhythm. Delight shined on her face as the sun shines on Stormwind harbor during the summer. Scooping Jaake she pushed him just between her breast and the book so he could read also for his upcoming lines. “No they are based on their flaws and Desira had one weakness that always seemed to come up. The chancellor had entered the room long past the last tick of the clock, the oil lamp hung smoldered; suffocated by their mistresses will though there was naught need for a flame. A flash heat had taken to her chest and the fire burned deep. The chancellor was a tall man, swept back jet hair which hung down to an open V-neck.” Cicelle began to mumble the description to herself, her eyelids dropping to a daydream state. A beep from Jaake roused her to focus once more with a giggle. “Sorry Jaake, it’s your turn now, though.” Moving her finger onto the ‘lip’ of his jaw she operated his mouth while changing her voice to match the characters voice. “My lady, you called. What could be set you at this wicked hour? I had come in such haste that I had not even had time to grab undergarment or belt. He had a rogue’s charm to him despite his station or perhaps because of it.” Cicelle removed her finger from Jaake’s mouth with a smile and kissed his head with a smile. “Good voice over.” She turned the page with a crisp rasp, her favorite part of this book was coming up and she savored ever muscle movement of turning the pages. A small cough to clear her throat. Crossing her legs in anticipation. “Why Councilor- I had not meant to cause you distress- but you see…” Cicelle coughed. “As you see..” Something was wrong, suddenly Cicelle felt embarrassed. Her head shrug between her shoulders and her fingers tightened around the cover, closing it to a narrow slit as if to stop others from seeing. “A-a-as- as you s-s-ee...” A shock of cold felt to her spin, she bit her lip trying to just voice out the next time. “A-a-ah- as. As.. y-y-y-ou see.” Bile touched the lower reaches up her throat, she shut her eyes and could hear laughing. She shut the book with a snap sitting up to grab her knees she pushed the novel to the edge of her bed and took a deep breath. She could still feel it, the warmth of the jungle sun against her robes. The humidity and morning dew collecting on her skin. Seeing Verrek there. It wasn’t her fault he started undressing in the middle of the camp, it was a scene clean cut from one of her books. The fire, the heat, the sweet, the slowness of it all. He kept eye contact with her the whole time she should have known better. Then right as the last button was coming off. He laughed, laughed at her. It was taunting, demeaning, he must have seen the way she was acting and thought it fun to tease and mock her. Her eyes narrowed down at her hooves at the memory. A joke, a gag, just some fun for others. The whole thing made her feel like an idiot. She was an idiot for the belief it could possibly happen for her. Pushing herself off her bed, she waddled up to her body mirror located right by the bathroom entrance. Her throat felt choked so she took a deep breath as she did her hair. All-together, once back, over under, around the corner, sweep left, sweep right. Pop on the top, she had done it a thousand times before- well much more but besides the point. Her eyes scanned herself critically as she would search a room for traps or wards. Why would it ever happen for her, she wasn’t even half a pretty as Mums, she wasn’t smart and charming like her sister Shaacelle or a beautiful and talented entertainer like Raeisley. She wasn’t secretly brilliant and strong like Raeh or silent and resourceful as Rebella. Or She wasn't steadfast and level head like Autumn. A scratchy laugh escaped her throat. She had nothing special so why would she ever have a special moment, it was imbecilic for her to think so even for a shred of a moment. That’s why she had all the books and the spying and the daydreams. All she could do was pretend and that was that everyone had a role in life her parents always told her and that was part of hers. Not ever. Not ever. Not ever. Not ever. Not ever. Not ever. Not ever having that one sunlit moment. Cicelle slammed her hoof against the floor board. Her breath was rapid and her hand went up to touch her head, why was she sweating? She looked at herself in the mirror once more, her eyelashes were wet and the small amount of makeup she took so much time to put on was dripped onto her cheeks. Had she been crying this whole time? Down at her hooves, Jaak’s turtle head popped her toes. Looking down all her turtles were around her in a semi-circle looking up. Cicelle curled her tail and turned around at them, squatting down to touch their heads. “What’s wrong babies, no, no, mommy is okay.” She blinked and her eyelids stuck together for a moment before she sneezed. Her sinuses began to fill and she sniffled. Jaake who seemed to material in her bun beeped as she peered over her forehead down at her face. “Oh? W-whut?” In a rapid serious of blinks Cicelle nodded and stood quickly with a smile. “Oh-oh right.. Sorry, I forgot” She scurried to the side of the room perpendicular to the bathroom and opened up a cabinet to pull out a head of lettuce. A flick of a switch on the wall and part of it came out to lower into a small table with a knife and nine bowls already ready. Cutting off wedges at a time she filled each bowl and every other she fed a piece up to Jaake with munched happily in her bun. “Jock” “Jackie” “Jock” “john” “Jessica” “Jerry” “James” “Jullie” “Jasgon” “Jaak” Each came to their own bowl and she smiled as she watched them eat. It stirred warmth in her heart and she rubbed her eyes clean with a sniffle. Waiting patiently to make sure they ate it all and didn’t make a mess.
  15. Blurring The Lines (I have to stop doing pictures from now on due to being forced to compress them to 98% to even be able to fit on the site. Sorry if anyone follows these stories that I have been slacking. Will pick up the in the coming days.)
  16. William says: No fair! Gimme back my gorilla!! Donna says: I have your gorilla! Nyah nyah! William says: No fair! Gimme back my gorilla!! Cicelle Vonder kif little girl vill ever get back that gorilla. Cicelle Seem every day she run but never get. Cicelle blink your eyes. Cicelle Oh kis mean boy, get back Gileidia glances back at Cicelle. "Or maybe she should run faster...:" Cicelle look at Gileidia . Cicelle chuckles at Gileidia . Cicelle Vell kis like saying kif is bleeding, should stop bleediking. Gileidia watches the human run around them with little interest. Gileidia nods. Cicelle tilts her head looking a Gilbia. "hhmm?" Gileidia shrugs awkwardly. "I don't know where you wanted to go.:" Cicelle Oh, kis can go anywhere. Vill cascade to place once kis time. Gileidia Uh, okay, well... we could chill here. Gileidia It's really nice. Cicelle Oh kis. Cicelle Err.. vent to school near here. Gileidia plops down onto the soft grass under the shade of the tree. Cicelle sits down slowly, flopping her tail next to her before curling it into a ball in the cool grass Gileidia nods and looks around, before pulling her sketch book out of her back pocket. She unties the ribbon, and reaches for her pencil. Cicelle leans over her hat rim touching the shoulder of her friend. "Vhut kis writing? " Gileidia flips through it quickly for an empty page. She chews the rubber eraser at the end before begining to sketch. Gileidia continues to sketch. The outline of a rabbit begins to form. "Er, pretty much anything." Gileidia occasionally glances up at the rabbit hopping about not too far in the distance. Cicelle looks closer her head tilting back to her own right shoulder. "Oh kis drawing! Kis draw? Vell course does but kis draw lot?" Gileidia I used to draw more, then when I got into the military training there wasn't enough time, I've sort of picked it up again. Gileidia seems a little embarassed. Gileidia I'm not THAT good, but maybe I'll get better. Cicelle nods quickly "Kis understand, I..er.. I write. but kis jsut for me" Gileidia looks over at Cicelle with understanding in her eyes. "Yeah, it's okay to do things for yourself" Tobìas some swaggering and staggering down the pathway... you notice he has no pants on, but thankfully some underwear on still. Tobìas squints as he walks by the two draenei. [Tobìas oy! I rememba you! Gileidia 's face flushes, nudging Cicelle, nodding her head discreetly in the direction of the half-naked man. Tobìas yous...? Tobìas yea, yous! Tobìas points over yonder. Cicelle eye twitchs as she does a double take at the man, the blood rushing to her cheeks. "Aww-oaw. bah.. aww." Gileidia Cici... Tobìas Yea.... Tobìas lets out a hearty chuckle. Tobìas Was a fun one back on draenor! Tobìas or was it someone who looked like ya...? Tobìas eh, you are close enough! Tobìas gives a coughing fit between his chuckles. Cicelle can't seem to look away like a dear trapped in headlights "K-k-kyes?" She glances at Gil then back at the perverted man "w-w-hut" Gileidia slams her book closed abruptly. She fiddles with the ribbon, tying it hastily. "We should, uh, get out of here Cici..." Gileidia leans over and whispers into Cicelle's ear. Tobìas takes out a flask on his side and gives it a quick chug, then gives a sigh of relief. Tobìas stumbles forward then misses a step as he goes onto the grass, falling over. Tobìas lies down. Tobìas gah! bloody road! Gileidia tries to pull Cicelle up by her arm. "Let's go!" Cicelle throat quivers as if trying to voice some words. Tobìas ey! Tobìas mean ones... Cicelle G-g-gil? Gileidia clutches Cicelle's arm tightly. Cicelle T-thank chu. Cicelle body quivers in Gil's though" Gileidia It's, it's okay, probably a crazy. Gileidia lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. Gileidia I don't think he's following us... Tobìas is not following.... maybe Cicelle nods slowly, a terrified glint to her eyes. Gileidia 's hair stands on end as she catches a glimpse of the man out of the corner of her eye. Tobìas is inconspicuous! Gileidia takes Cicelle's arm again and begins to run. Tobìas awe.... damn it. Tobìas ey! Cicelle Eep! Gileidia leans against the wall of the cathedral, gasping for breath. Gileidia I think we lost him... He wouldn't come in here. Cicelle takes a few labored breaths, her hands going to her knees Cicelle Gil.. kis- fast. Thought I lost. Gileidia giggles a little, her breathing labored. "Yeah, yeah..." Gileidia Whew... Gileidia peers out through the arched entrance. Cicelle That. vas.. very scary. Gileidia shakes her head, her ponytail whipping back and forth. "Crazies..." Cicelle Kis very scary.. never happen here before. Gileidia Dad told me to stay away from crazies.... Cicelle shiver in your boots. Chilling! Cicelle Kis knew name too. Gileidia places a reassuring hand on Cicelle's shoulder. "Hmm? You know that guy...?" Cicelle No! Don't think soo.. Gileidia ...Probably just a lunatic... Gileidia swallows hard, closing her eyes. Cicelle nods slowly, her breath steadys as the coast appears to be clear. Gileidia I think he's gone Cicelle looks about nervously Gileidia settles on a bench, burying her head into her arms. Cicelle gently pat Gileidia . Cicelle Thank chu. Gileidia looks back up at Cicelle. "Well that was fun." Gileidia nods, giving Cicelle a small smile. Cicelle blinks at the woman rapidly. "Vas?" Gileidia Well, not really... Gileidia glances around the square. Cicelle gives a broken chuckle as she leans forward checking once more for the pants-less man. Gileidia watches the children play. Gileidia seems lost in thought. Gileidia Cici, do you think I'm mature? Cicelle blinks tilting her head towards her friend with a baffled expression. "huh? Of course" Gileidia nods slowly, seeming satisfied with her friend's answer. Gileidia picks at her hooves, scraping at the dirt with her fingernails.
  17. Seems neat but the force proportions may need to be reevaluated for a much more fair fight.
  18. While Dana was away on training, I joked about taking a picture every day while I did his garrison chores for him. After about doing that three times I ended up just making little screen shot sets and made tiny context stories. I nicked named them my Daily Dana and even planned to make a post about them but after crafting two stories I saw how many screen shots of my beloved guildies and friends I had collected and decided to make small micro stories about them all to post here for whoever's entertainment. (Turns out I'm currently having an issue where my screen shot's file size are too large or something. Finding a fix.)
  19. Speed Bumps (Not proofed yet) "Ugghhhaaa.." The moan escaped Cicelle lips from under the mountain of pillows that covered her. A splitting ache had plagued her head for two days now, sprawled out on her bed in her small cloths wrapped by her monogrammed night robes to add warmth to the chilling apartment. An army of turtles stood stalwart patrol around her, some rolling oranges from as far as the kitchen to be pushed up the bedside while others rested in the moonlight strands of her undone hair. Everything was such a mixed blur, how did she fall again? The memory came with frustratingly painful effort as she pushed her head into the pink-purple satin sheets, her horns becoming caught in the increasingly more tangled mess. All she could really recall was being at a meal with a new friend and drinking some water, then she felt really dizzy and needed some air but when she got outside she tripped? Yes, she had tripped and someone caught her then she woke up in her bed with Jaake biting her nose. Her eyes squinted open and narrowed to look at the tip of her nose swollen to a deep blue before shifting her vision upward towards head turtle Jaake who was innocently napping coiled in her hair on top of the source of her pain. "Is mean turtle.." She pouted out. Moments or years past who could tell as she drifted into an uneasy sleep. What was she missing from the memories? The pain spiked as the herd of turtles around her erupted in a chorus of turtle screams. The sound of soft steps on the wooden floor of the apartment nearly drowned “oh no, this was it. They had finally found her and were going to send her back- this was it.” Cicelle clenched her eyes closed and brought her hands up to cover her head and Jaake. “Kis sorry! D-d-didn’t mean to!” The pillow covering Cicelle’s head was lifted with a quiet ominous motion only to be cast aside to hit the backboard of her bed with a thump. “I’m sure you didn’t dearest.” Raeisley’s voice came from plump lips as sweetly as a breeze pushing away a summer swelter. Cicelle’s eyes slowly unclenched to look up at her almost lofty half-sister her lips curling into a smile as she began to sit up, only forced down by a splitting headache. “ah-ah-ah, not so quickly love. Here bring your head to me and see how well it is healing.” Raeisley floated to take a seat on the bed, the herd of turtles scurrying away in panic in the wake of the mistress of cold. Only Head turtle Jaake remained defiant with a hiss from his station only to be gently plucked up by long chilling fingers and set down on the floor with the shakes. Cicelle put her hands to her eyes to shielded of the light, “Thought you were someone else for a moment” she bit her lower lip before releasing as a soothing chill touched the bump on her head. “aww..” “I know Cicelle, just relax for a moment. Do you remember anything from your date?” Raeisley crossed one leg over the other, her dress splitting to show off one bare as she leaned over with proper posture to inspect the nasty bump that caused her dear sister so much grief. Cicelle’s expression soured, her cheeks blushing as her hands drifted to mix with her neck tendrils on her face. “No.. Wait?! I had a date! Kyes, now I remember I got there and I..” perking up with renewed zeal, happiness had never been found and lost so easily. “I.. got dizzy and left.. oh.” Her frown sinking her down back to the softness of the satin sheets. “And blew kit..” Raeisley looked down at her dear sister with her normal simper, continuing to stroke her hair where the bump was with a cooling chill. “Don’t worry, I stood in for you and besides you weren’t missing much. Actually, it would probably be better if you just forgot about that.. bull.” Her tone edging down slowly from comforting to icy disdain. “B-but-but.. aw.. are you sure?” Cicelle glanced up wide eyed at her sister who gave in return a simple nod. “I.. guess another forty years won’t be that long.” Her voice died to sadness as she pressed back into the sheets, her horns offering small support to a tilted head. “It’s for the best deary, just you see. So who is Xandric” Cicelle blinked rapidly “h-how you know that name?” She managed to stutter out before looking up at her sister in horror who was holding a small journal in her one hand, reading it in an elegant manner as her tail wrapped around her leg. “Oh, I’m sorry. Cirdnax I mean.” Raeisley chuckled to herself as her finger went from Cicelle’s head to turn a page, a delighted smirk on her face. Cicelle reached up in a fruitless squirming, Raeisley simply lifting her frame to sit onto lower half of Cicelle. “N-n-no! Kis no one, just made up! Give me that back!” “Cicelle love you aren’t fooling anyone with your ‘codes’” Raeisley brought her thin fingers up to make air quotes “share or I’ll share with everyone else”. The blood drained from Cicelle’s face with at her words. “Uh huh” Raeis’ eyes rolled to glance down at the journal her simper yielding to a musical giggle as she read more. “No one, correct?” Cicelle nodded as she began to wiggle from under her sisters bum, “N-no one, just m-ma-de up”. Jane and Jackie waddling over to her aid; biting down with their beaks to help pull her loose of the evil woman. “Kis not import-portant.” The simper faded from Raeisley’s face, rising to let Cicelle go giving her back to the bed she stood a moment and sighed. Her tail swaying from side to side in a slow methodically smooth motion “Don’t say that Cicelle”. She turned to face her younger in mind sister with a smile warm enough to melt permafrost as she leaned down with elegance to gently offer the journal back with open hands. Cicelle blinked as she rose the pain giving her daze “Vhy? K-kits not… not important”. Extending her hands out to accepted the dearly kept papercraft back and pressed it against her breast tightly, her robes wearing loose on her form. The tendrils on her neck curled to form small bulbs; continuing to adjust her gaze on her half-sister’s uncanny expression. “And why is it not important hmm?” With sudden action Raeis leaned forward, her wrists going to her hips to protrude outward. To Cicelle, she looked like a blue duck for a moment before she squatted down in front of her. Raeis’ looking down at the hostile army at her hooves before turning an eye back to the bewildered youth. That gave Cicelle pause, glancing around her mouth open slightly as she thought “Because.. vell. Kis just stories. T-they aren’t real.. or eber vill be”. A moment of silence hung for a moment as Raeisley studied her sister. Cicelle bit her lip, the tendrils on her neck squeezed tight and even her tail moved to ball itself, she shifted her weight and her eyes avoided Raeis’. The moment of finally broken by Jaake who deaf to the atmosphere began to beep incisively to before returned to his prized perch. Cicelle glanced at him with downcast eyes, managing to force a smile for her loyal companion “kyes, kyes I hear you Jaake”. Setting the journal aside she grabbed him by the sides to put in her lap, softly stroking his shell till he settled all the while blinking away hopeless dreams. “Tell me about him,” Raeisley said softly, a tone she reserved for only two things. Tilting her head as she rose once more her motions fluid as mercury she sat next to Cicelle, her arms going back to support her supple frame. “Oh… aw... umm... Vell, vas doing work so no one would get- Err… worried why kit was takiing so long to come back and well. During a cascade I- mmmm… bumped into someone he knew and he came to find her and make sure she vas safe.” Cicelle’s eyes danced around the room as she told the story her nervous demeanor never changing. Raeisley brought a hand to cover a chuckle a mocking tone seeping into her voice “Just don’t let Shaacelle catch you doing those portals. You know how she is with ‘Its not scientifically proven safe yet!’ deal.” Another chuckle escaped her lips as she glanced to Jaake to offer him a single pat on the head with her index finger. “Okay, so what else.” She looked up to smirk. “Aw- vell, er… nothing? Kis fighter liike dad vas, is- vill?” Cicelle scratched her head in minor confusion losing focus. “Oh really now? So he’s brave and valiant and stalwart” Raeis leaned close to Cicelle face as she spoke, a humoring smile all the while. “Aw- K-kyes.” Cicelle's eyes fell downward again to Jaake, warm blood rushing to her cheeks to give purple coloring to her azure skin “C-came to save his ‘f-friend’ I.. I think they were er… special to each other”. Her voice trailed off towards the end, the perceived reality sapping away heat from her cheekbones. “Now that would certainly put a pickle in your story wouldn’t it? Well just a speed bump no matter, remember that never stopped Dad.” Raeisley reclined to fall into the pillows mound. “T-t-t-that was different! K-kis nothkiing like this.” Excitement and shock at Raeisley’s comment flashed to Cicelle's face whipping her head to look at her with utter disbelief. Raeisley rolled over to expose her back, taking a deep breath as she took in the comfort of a familiar bed. “No, it really isn’t dearest. I’ll stay here tonight to look after that nasty bump of yours. Do you mind if I use your shower real quick- no turtles please they like to try to harry my ankles while I clean.” Cicelle blinked rapidly, her protest caught in her throat with the sudden change of topic “I- aw- of course?”. “Thank you, love.” And with that, she was gone, rolling out of the bed and bouncing off towards the restroom with a long stride. Cicelle sat there feeling confused and unanswered, her mouth still left open she blinked a few times linger there a moment till the rains of the showerhead echoed into the apartment room. The journal of impossible dreams sat next to her tauntingly in the corner of her eye with its plain cover. She bit her lip and pulled her vision away from it, the warmth returning to her cheeks. “Kis… Kis different”
  20. Nathaniel was named cause it was the most generic name I could think of. Natalite is a theme following the Poor family tree. Cicelle is the name of one of the first characters I ever wrote about, although today the Cicelle people know is very different than her past incarnations. Its also the name I will one day give my daughter. Teiro the Hero, is a name I got from a friend who played wow a while back. Drak'zon name is a fake mix name. Drak which in trollish means great but is normally at the end. See Zul'Drak
  21. Aww yaeeh, Tng star now!
  22. I've tanked BRF before and it's a relatively easy raid, more stress on your tanks for switches and rather aoe healing heavy during a lot of fights but we should all be able to clear it with ease as long as we abuse immunities to simply bypass mechanics. Warrior Drak can be 710ish (not sure what unscaled PVP is) easily but I'd lack an on use tanking trinket for the split phase of operator though honestly the out gear might be so much we might not even make it to the first split. Shaman Drak could heal it also with ease around the same ILvl, but I personally have only healed like heroics and LFR and although relaxing I wouldn't trust myself with a mythic attempt. It's also good to note PVP sets bonus does not work in PvE or else every warrior would want that 4 set bonus.
  23. One day Cicelle will see that face.
  24. - Cicelle's (joke) -Cicelle's (real one)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJqL-UHQuP8- Drak's song - Raeisley's (she actually has a full play list but this is the most fitting)Nat doesn't have one sadly.