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Everything posted by Amalyn

  1. The room is dark, only the faint glow of some herbs growing in the windowsill and the moon’s light illuminating the room. A fine, ornate desk of copper and wood takes up most of it, the room small with most of its space crowded in by bookshelves, paintings, and other mementos throughout the years. So obviously her space, and hers alone, noted by all of the small knick knacks and hand me down items on display. A mish mash of little treasured things speckled between medals and trophies of note. The door clicks closed behind her and lamps immediately hum to life, casting the stone walls and marble floor into a cocoon of warmth, the light reflecting off of her skin and giving it a healthy glow that’s been missing from it for the last few weeks. As she shuffles to the plush velvet chair of red she passes by her reflection in an old mirror, the edges frayed and black with age, but she quickly moves on past, not wanting to dwell on her gaunt cheeks or dimmed eyes. The last few years had not been kind to her. Multiple wars, a new love and heartbreak all in one, loss of friends, family, and one of her own. A strained marriage that at times feels so magical, light and loving and all things wonderful. And others feels dark and suffocating, like tendrils wrapping around her throat until her vision swims with dark. She pushes the memory back, instead letting her eyes rest on the dreaming glory so perfectly encased in resin, looking as fresh as the day it was plucked. It’s a bittersweet thing, the memory of a lost love aching too, but in a different way, almost a comfort because a piece of the woman never truly left. Her essence humming inside Amalyn’s heart until the end of time. The chair makes a terrible noise as she pulls it out, the marble protesting in a shock to the serenity of the room, an inevitable thing in this world. Peace never lasts long. She takes out the black, leather bound book, looking old but not worn, as if it’d seen little use. Truly it hadn’t, oftentimes she’d throw herself into something new, a project, or her work, instead of taking the time to reflect back on her life. You cannot dwell on the present or past when you are always looking forward to the future. But that meant running away, and oftentimes, you simply have nowhere else to go. The priestess pulls out her black feather quill, her favorite and a staple to her desktop’s decor, and opens the book, the spine cracking with disuse. She thinks for a moment, but decides to just let her thoughts flow out as they come, as she lays its tip to the page. ~~~~~ I sometimes look at my life and wonder how I got to where I am today. A husband, a child, a small army of people at my beck and call, willing to give their lives for me just because someone pays them to. I’ve had people under my command as well, I practically ran a small town and provided not only physical healing services for them but mental ones too. And now I carry a banner I previously held before, because their ideals and philosophy are most aligned to what we are trying to do, and yet I feel like a stranger to them. I’ve been on a mission, yes, but I had no time prior to get to know any of them, not even the leader whom I’ve sworn my loyalty to, was I able to get a word in with. I’ve sat for hours in the infirmary, I’ve healed the hurt and sick, and yet I feel like a transient, a passerby who is merely a useful ghost in a time of need. Outside of my family, I do not feel like I have people relying on me, looking up to me for answers to their life’s problems, and it frightens me that that is what I hinge my life’s worth on. It’s not enough that I am a faithful wife, or a loving mother, but that I only feel fulfilled anymore when I can solve others problems and bring peace to this world. I wonder what will happen when I can no longer fight. When my children have long left our home and my body deems it’s time to give up, what will I do then? Will I be able to deal with those feelings of inadequacy, or will I have lived a fulfilled enough life by then to be sated in this underlying need? I do want to get to know the people of Sanctuary, I really do. I miss the feeling of having a community, a family, but when I look around I cannot help but feel I am not needed. An outcast, of sorts. I’ve devoted my life to the light, to healing wounds and easing troubles minds, but as war winds down, what do those of us who know nothing but it do? Ha, I speak as if I’m some war-weary veteran with grey hair and countless scars to match, but if I think about it, war is really all I know. I completed my studies at the academy and immediately fell into working alongside my husband, a man I met before I was even finished becoming a full-fledged paladin. It wasn’t until some years later, while I was pregnant with our daughter, did I turn to priesthood and forever changed my life again. But truly, war is all I have known, and it’s something I’d never wish on anyone else in this world. I’ve tried to protect our daughter from it, but she’s at that age where she’s becoming much more aware of her surroundings, of the world and all of it’s horrors, and I cannot stop it. I would never lie to her, I never have, but sometimes I yearn for the days when she was still a sweet little bundle I could so easily hold against my breast. When calming her and making her happy was as easy as humming a soft tune and holding her close. I long for the days when my husband came home every night. But that- that is for another time, I think. I worry, though, for befriending the people of Sanctuary. Will I be able to open myself up again? Can I allow myself to be vulnerable and allow myself to be loved? Am I even deserving of such love after everything I’ve allowed to happen? I suppose I should speak to my husband on it. He so easily endears himself to others and is beloved by so many, it was no shock I had been so taken by him all those years ago. And it is no surprise I still devote my life to him after all we’ve been through, concerns for my daughter aside. It has been quite some time since I last wrote in this journal, its spine still sturdy and intact, perhaps I should change that. ~~~~~ Amalyn puts the book away, sets the quill back into its resting place, and leans back in her chair as she lets her eyes close. She feels weary and old, spread too thin and yet fearing it’s never enough. Always feeling like she could do more. Help more. Give more people aid and bring more people peace. Right others wrongs and still be a loving wife and mother all along the way. A soft knock sounds at the door and from the other side she hears, “Mama?” It’s late, Saturna should be in bed by now. “Come in my love.” The tension and tiredness she’d been holding onto seeps out of her a bit, just enough to allow a smile to touch her lips as her daughter peeks her head into the room. She opens her arms and motions of the girl to come join her at the desk, concern for the look on her face. “I had a bad dream.” The girl whines as she wraps her arms around her waist and buries her face into Amalyn’s bosom, the priestess wrapping her own arms around the girl tight as she sits in her lap. “I’m sorry sweetheart, want me to make it better?” She kisses the top of the girl’s head as her hands rub up and down her back, the girl nodding yes as she cuddles in close. It’s all she needs before she starts humming a soft tune, one she came up with when Saturna was still a babe, as she lets some of her magic do it’s work. Within minutes the girl is asleep, her face relaxed, no trace of the nightmare that had plagued her before remaining on her soft and porcelain features. The room grows quiet again, a piece of peace settling across the pair in the hush of night as Amalyn is left once more with her contemplation of life. Amalyn - Twisting Nether - Horde
  2. I sometimes look at my life and wonder how I got to where I am today. A husband, a child, a small army of people at my beck and call, willing to give their lives for me just because someone pays them to. I’ve had people under my command as well, I practically ran a small town and provided not only physical healing services for them but mental ones too. And now I carry a banner I previously held before, because their ideals and philosophy are most aligned to what we are trying to do, and yet I feel like a stranger to them. I’ve been on a mission, yes, but I had no time prior to get to know any of them, not even the leader whom I’ve sworn my loyalty to, was I able to get a word in with. I’ve sat for hours in the infirmary, I’ve healed the hurt and sick, and yet I feel like a transient, a passerby who is merely a useful ghost in a time of need. Outside of my family, I do not feel like I have people relying on me, looking up to me for answers to their life’s problems, and it frightens me that that is what I hinge my life’s worth on. It’s not enough that I am a faithful wife, or a loving mother, but that I only feel fulfilled anymore when I can solve others problems and bring peace to this world. I wonder what will happen when I can no longer fight. When my children have long left our home and my body deems it’s time to give up, what will I do then? Will I be able to deal with those feelings of inadequacy, or will I have lived a fulfilled enough life by then to be sated in this underlying need? I do want to get to know the people of Sanctuary, I really do. I miss the feeling of having a community, a family, but when I look around I cannot help but feel I am not needed. An outcast, of sorts. I’ve devoted my life to the light, to healing wounds and easing troubles minds, but as war winds down, what do those of us who know nothing but it do? Ha, I speak as if I’m some war-weary veteran with grey hair and countless scars to match, but if I think about it, war is really all I know. I completed my studies at the academy and immediately fell into working alongside my husband, a man I met before I was even finished becoming a full-fledged paladin. It wasn’t until some years later, while I was pregnant with our daughter, did I turn to priesthood and forever changed my life again. But truly, war is all I have known, and it’s something I’d never wish on anyone else in this world. I’ve tried to protect our daughter from it, but she’s at that age where she’s becoming much more aware of her surroundings, of the world and all of it’s horrors, and I cannot stop it. I would never lie to her, I never have, but sometimes I yearn for the days when she was still a sweet little bundle I could so easily hold against my breast. When calming her and making her happy was as easy as humming a soft tune and holding her close. I long for the days when my husband came home every night. But that- that is for another time, I think. I worry, though, for befriending the people of Sanctuary. Will I be able to open myself up again? Can I allow myself to be vulnerable and allow myself to be loved? Am I even deserving of such love after everything I’ve allowed to happen? I suppose I should speak to my husband on it. He so easily endears himself to others and is beloved by so many, it was no shock I had been so taken by him all those years ago. And it is no surprise I still devote my life to him after all we’ve been through, concerns for my daughter aside. It has been quite some time since I last wrote in this journal, its spine still sturdy and intact, perhaps I should change that.
  3. Citizens! Keep an eye out in your capital cities for Doomsayers and their pamphlets of the incoming legion! Collect them all (Only one per customer though, soulbound once touched) and be on top of what is going on as the legion prepatch gets underway! I'll post some I've found so far... add to this post if you find anymore!!! P.S. Don't forget to keep your ears out for their cries of impending doom too!! This post has been promoted to an article
  4. ((bumping for reminder! get the word out lets have a big turnout!))
  5. I have never known the tender touch of another woman until that night, how gentle and soft we can be. Skin, smooth and radiant, bewitching in whatever light deems itself worthy to shine upon it. She is so exquisitely beautiful that I could not help myself from falling for her that night in the garden. But was it truly falling in love? You cannot -love- someone within a matter of days, weeks, can you? I suppose there is love at first sight, which perhaps did happen between myself and my husband… but could the same thing happen twice in the same lifetime? I would draw the conclusion again that they are so similar, that that would be the explanation; but I cannot bring myself to do it. She has differences, intricacies, that greatly differ. She is her own person, not like any other I’ve met, and it draws me in even more. So I would say I have fallen for Sinlanna Arath’dorei, in infatuation and desire, beyond just physical. But I think with time I could fall completely in love with her as well. I must communicate this to her, and soon, for I fear she is pulling away from us. She has not spent the last several nights here in our home, saying she has business to tend to at her own manor. But business and rebuilding do not happen in nighttime, so I fear the worst in her running away. As I lay upon Faelenor’s chest and voice my concern, he reassures me she just needs some time, some space. Of course I will listen to him; his experiences in life have made him so wise that I often forget he is younger than he seems. He’s intelligent and calculating, which makes him a formidable friend and foe. I have always listened to his words, or his command on the battlefield, and never once has he lead us astray. It is something I can always count on in life, his ever present… presence, and mind who is always ready to help another of his people. Those who get to know Faelenor are usually surprised by him. For if you can get past the tactical soldier’s exterior, the businessman and diplomat, he is warm and light hearted. If ever anyone has a concern, no matter who they are, he will listen to their words. He will listen to their heart and then return in kind, offering his knowledge and words of reprieve. This is why it pains me that another under our banner refuses to hear him out. That they have such differing opinions on one matter, yet, they want to see the same end. Perhaps they will work things out in time, I have faith in them doing so. Previous to the last few evenings, of Sinlanna missing from our bed, we all had dinner as a family. A beautiful table set on the beachside of the manor, succulent meat and fresh baked bread. The girls were full of energy, excited to give their respective mothers a gift that had been chosen earlier that day while out with Faelenor. I fear the promise of opening our gifts after eating was the only reason they ate at all, being so full of exuberance and anticipation. The time came and I could see the sparkle in Faelenor’s eye, that these would be no normal gifts on any ordinary day. I was proven right, when each girl opened their box and beautiful bracelets were shown to us. Each identical, yet their own. White gold bands, script inside with our daughter’s names in our native tongue, and arrows engraved on the bands aside each pearl at the ends of the band. It was the pearls that caused me to realize their meaning, each a reflection of Sinlanna and myself in the simplest of ways. My pearls looked the blackest night, and her’s looking like the radiant whiteness of the sun in it’s purest form. We each, as mothers, held tears back… for it would have soured the evening to upset our daughters in such a way. It is a mother’s duty to protect her child from all that she can, is it not? Of course… I have many thoughts on protecting your children and what they should be exposed to, for well rounded growth and understanding of the world. But that is a topic for another day, another time. The gifts were so perfect, so beyond something I could have imagined at this time in our relationships. But it seemed perfect, a display from Faelenor that he wants this to work. Wants us, and perhaps already sees us, as a family. I hope, and pray, we have not lost Sinlanna, that she hasn’t taken to her home and decided to turn her back on what we had begun to build. Another note is hastily written at the bottom, like it was suddenly added later that day. The first formulation of Megeda’s tincture seemed to work, but I regret the way that the test came about. I was the cause of him to lose control this time, something I never wanted to happen. I worry I lost his trust because of it, and yet, he let me hold him for some time afterwards while it took effect. Am I drawing myself too thin? So many I feel the need to care for, to love, that some days I am asleep before my head touches the pillow. I should seek those who care for me for strength, because I will not stop what I have started. I will press on, and continue to bring light to those that allow me to. It is simply my way, my destiny, right?
  6. Dear Netherholdt rp community: In times like this, is it best we band together as a community, with open hearts and open arms. Care for those grieving and take care of others who may also be affected. This is not our community’s first sudden or unexpected loss. But we must press on, and keep this legacy going, for ourselves and for those we have lost. Think on the happier times and remember our loved ones, how much they brought to our little community, and how much they changed our lives. They would want us to continue on, holding events, having random rp nights at the tavern, and writing our stories with characters we all have brought to life.We have something here that is so special, and so rare, for a community to be this tight-knit. Everyone knows everyone, and new people are welcomed with open arms. It’s what makes this server so special to me and why I have stayed for so long, as I am sure many others feel the same way. So please, everyone, take your time and grieve how you need to, whatever way it is. But know that you will always have a home to turn to, a home of people who love and care about each other. We will get through this, just as we have in the past, and they will never be forgotten.
  7. I feel compelled to write again, to use this book that I know to be overly costly. Fael enjoys spending a bit of money on me, he says I am deserving of having nice things every once in a while. And now, someone else in our lives is deserving of that same treatment, of being doted on and cared for. I am coming to the realization that this is all real. We have invited another into our hearts, our home, and intend to extend that love to the rest of her family. Her children are already so enmeshed in our own circle. I think about the difficulties that will come next. The hurdles to get over, the incoming talks, and the new dynamic of a blended family. First, speaking with the children; specifically the two young ones. How do you go about explaining to a seven year old that another woman will be sharing her parent’s bed each night? That her best friend will be moving into her home, and if they’d like, they can share a room. I’m sure Saturna will be excited about that prospect, but will have plenty of questions regarding the former. How will Isa feel? Her mother now involved in the way she is. Will they be understanding? Accepting? I do hope so. This causes me to take pause, for the idea of approaching her older children. Though I suppose technically they are not her children. They still share her likeness, and I feel if I were to meet another Saturna, I would want to be involved in her life. Faelenor has also already formed a bond with the older girl; the older son still an unknown. Perhaps they will not be so difficult to talk to, for there is somewhat of a detachment there. But I wish there wasn’t for Sinlanna’s sake. This could be a way for her to become closer to these distant children, should she wish to. This is just one of the things weighing on my mind as I laid in bed this morning. After moments of tenseness and miscommunication, we ended up in each other’s embrace. Arms and legs tangled between the three of us, a sense of comfort as we waited for our day to start. I could smell both of them, an intoxicating surround as our half-naked bodies were warmed by the sun beginning to cast through the window. I remember looking up to her beautiful face and just marveling in it. And then being caught by Faelenor, the look of sly playfulness on his features. She is so much like my husband; I find it easy to fall for her. But I do not want that to be the reason I do so. I want to know all of her differences, her intricacies. She’s still so much of a mystery to me, so much behind those shadows. Yet I can feel myself letting go each time we meet and with each passing day I want to know her inside and out, and I want her to know me. I even want her and Fael to know each other deeper, to truly fall in love as well. I want us three to be completely whole, trust flowing freely between us. Faelenor and I still need to talk. Just he and myself. I could see it on his face for the last two days. He is most likely worried for me, for I have been the one to show the most trepidation. But can he blame me? He has already fallen for her as they worked together. He already knows her and has those feelings. It was not that long ago that I believed the Lady Arath’dorei did not appreciate my presence at all. And now I feel her presence so acutely. If I reach out my mind to hers I can brush the edges, feeling the animal pacing within her beauty. Yet, there is a softness to her. A need to be held and kissed tenderly, to be shown she is safe. I have this inexplicable need, no, a desire for us to provide that for her. She’s had so much hardship in her life; so much that one person never deserves to go through on their own. She deserves better. She, and her family, deserves love. I shared a kiss with Faelenor this morning; it felt no different than any other day. And yet, it brought a blush to my face. As if I feel nervous to enjoy my own husband now. I need to deal with these thoughts, worries. I think it’ll be something I speak with each of them about soon. Regardless, Sinlanna Arath’dorei, welcome to the Rayfeather Family. I have all of the hope in the world for us to be a loving and working family
  8. While this book looks as fresh as the day it was pressed and bound, I have had it in my possession for some years. A birthday gift from Faelenor. He said if I ever had something I could not say to him, to keep it here. So practical of him, so honest and true of him. I would say my excuse for never picking it up previously was that I never had anything to keep from him, but in reality I just never had the desire to self reflect in this way. But with new, drastic changes to one’s life, their priorities and willfulness to do certain things change. So here I am, the sun just beginning to peek over the gardens in our estate, our first home. The warmth kissing away dew drops on the flowers and shrubbery as I sit here and write. So few times have I had the opportunity to return here lately, but it always feels warm and inviting, and I immediately feel safe and cared for. I am glad we are able to share some of that warmth and care with her… I have a need to care and protect her from harm and there is no better place than the Rayfeather manor. Never once did I ever see myself opening my heart to another person beside my significant other, and yet now, there is a rippling in the waters. It’s begun small, an infatuation, a desire, a draw so strong that you cannot and do not want to escape from. She says she feels the same way to me, that I pulled her in and she fell in love. Faelenor was much the same way seven years ago, we fell in love in the span of the sun setting and returning to the sky. But my fear is what is holding me back. Fear of loving and trusting another with my complete being, fear of losing everything I have to that person. I know Faelenor has feelings for her, has had them for quite some years, and what if I am pushed out. Chosen over rather than along with. I would lose the love of my life, the family we’ve worked for and fought for over the span of years. Jealousy is an ugly monster and makes beautiful people do such ugly things. I do not want to be one of those people, but the fear still sits heavily within me. Last night, we all agreed on Faelenor’s words. That whatever is in store for us next, and this new, tentative family, we would wade in it together. I hope his words stay true, and with time and patience and tenderly shown love, we can all be happy together. My naive optimism sometimes get the better of me, but this time it almost feels different. At least, I hope it does and that is not my wishful thinking rearing it’s ugly head again.
  9. I know I have a problem!!! Amalyn Rayfather (née Fieldren): Borrowed Time Priestess (and shadow blade on the side, honing her skills) - Currently spending time with her daughter and the other children and trying to mother anything that gets in shouting distance of her. Quite protective of all under the BT banner. Trying not to be mind raped by Arcturil again. Lankali: Borrowed Time Resto Druid - Currently MISSING (with a letter left saying she went to Moonglade) after several heartbreaking and stressful events taking place. Loranah Brightsong: Sanctuary Mechanic - Torn between decisions that she made and quite possibly regretting everything. Working on projects and doing the dirty/rough work in Ariavan's workshop. Hyori Lee (last name is unknown to anyone): Tea Girl, Masseuse, and Professional Cuddler of The Fiend's Den Bordello. Neutrally tied to Borrowed Time and taking refuge in their base while The Bordello is rebuilt. She works in their infirmary when she is not with a friend or client. Possibly falling in love. Aine (dropped last name when she turned): Experimenting in a hole in the wall laboratory on not just humanoids but herself. Waiting for Infection to rise and the call to arms to go out. Still piecing together her human life and keeps a journal of things she can remember from it. Vyriana Ravenwing (née Dusksworn): Previously Farstrider Captain and student of Faelenor Rayfeather. Widow of Aerian Ravenwing, also former Farstrider Captain. Currently living with (and annoying the piss out of) her brother (Relien) while the trial commences on the criminal who killed her husband and burnt their house down. Quite xenophobic (but not to the extreme of her brother) and is staying in Silvermoon until all has settled. Kiara Whisperwind (Alliance): Cup & Blade Priestess - Currently traveling with C&B and her mate, Denarin. When not with the caravan she explores Pandaria with Denarin and does a little treasure finding on the side. Trying to deal with the reality (and ramifications) of being the mate of a night elf when she herself is human. (I have a few more characters but they are not fleshed out with full backgrounds, yet!)
  10. oh my gosh it's the most perfect thing I've ever seen in my life!!! <333 thank you sin!!!
  11. <p><3333</p>

  12. <p>I read all of What's in a Name tonight! <333</p>

  13. Amalyn

    Love is Blind

    ((Lankali.. at the begging of Anju of course. Men only and Friday night please!))
  14. Entry 2 I spent the evening with that one of my kind I mentioned before. He’s a wanderer and previously a shado-pan warrior. He arrived at my place of work under the guise of seeking services but in truth he was seeking me out, to have another evening of conversing and tea. He asked for me to accompany him on a small trip, camping out in the woods outside of the elven city and I obliged. I had never been camping for pure pleasure before, always accompanied by my family as we traveled for work. The waterfall was beautiful, as were the trees surrounding the river bank. They almost glowed in the moonlight that shone down on us as we swam naked in the crystal clear waters. He fished us up dinner, it was delicious in the way he grilled and seasoned it. That was something that we always had at our encampments, good food. At the end of the day we could always reliably sit down to a steaming hot pot and grilled meats and vegetables. As of recently I am trying to learn to enjoy those things again, but after what has happened I do not think I can let myself fully do so. I slept beside his massive cat, Dumpling, the fur warm and soft and a soft rumbling drifting me off to sleep. It was a change, something foreign to me, to have this free will to do what I wanted at any time. To have chosen to go with him, and when I would return to The Den. How quickly we forget life’s purest pleasures when they are stripped from us. I returned in the morning, renewed and refreshed, even after sleeping on the ground for the night. I have not done much traveling for myself… but I think it is something I could get used to and enjoy. A request of his is still traveling through my mind now, hours later. He asked me to accompany him back to Pandaria, to see the lands again… just a short trip, he promised. Perhaps one day.
  15. (Hyori is a small, young female pandaren who is a tea girl at The Fiend's Den Bordello in Silvermoon City.) Entry 1 I’ve met him two times now, and each time we part I look more and more forward to seeing him again. He’s dangerous, but different, not like the usual blade for hire types I see at The Fiend’s Den. He has a softness buried deep within under that cold hearted killer exterior. I told him about Borrowed Time, said it could be an option for further work for him, since he did spare me from humiliation. I do hope he decides to meet with Cobrak, I myself am contemplating following Madame Ophinnia’s steps as well, getting my feet wet with small odd jobs when I’m not servicing customers. Her business has become a home to me in the short time I have spent in it, and I would hate to abandon it just for my own personal gains. I will have to talk with The Madame on what she thinks I should do. I met another of my kind last night, he was a traveler with all kinds of fantastical stories. Like with most of my clients, I do not prefer for the tales to be truth or fiction, just that they are entertaining, and this man surely did have some good ones. A few I hope had a least a glimmer of truth to them. We ended up staying up late, drinking and talking. It was refreshing to sit with someone I did not have to perform for or pretend that I was truly interested in what they were saying for the sake of a few coin. I quite enjoyed it. I’d like to explore the world one day, under my own power and free will. I’ve see so many cities from the inside of a steel cage that I was unable to really experience them. The culture, the food, and especially the people. Perhaps the next time I was to meet them they wouldn’t look at me with such pity and sorrow, like they had before. Having a full belly, a warm bed, and access to all sorts of luxuries has been such a drastic change from the last couple of years, that I sometimes wonder when I’ll wake up. That’s is all just a dream, a coping mechanism. I hope it’s not, truly. I am surrounded by those who care for me, and that I care for as well, something I’ve not had since I left our wandering isle under duress. But those thoughts and memories are for another entry, another day. I’ll enjoy my warm home as it is.
  16. My name online is åmalyn, you can invite on her but I may not be coming on that character. Most likely another.
  17. Amalyn

    Cobrak

    A soft smile comes to Amalyn's face, "Cobrak.. one of the first leaders in a lot time I feel I can wholly dedicate myself to. My husband and I share the same thoughts and goals with him and have created a somewhat extended family within his company. I trust him not only to keep me and the others safe, but my family as well. And my daughter is just enamored by how strong he is and loves playing with all the other children in the base." She laughs lightly at that, truly at ease. "A very good man to follow, most likely will for quite some time.
  18. "The strong silent type, from what I've seen. But trustworthy none the less, I know he has our backs in a fight. And anyone who can slap our leader and get away with it is pretty amazing, huh?" She smiles mischievously, waggling her eyebrows.
  19. Amalyn

    Paiyuna

    "Pai?" Amalyn grins with a blush. "She's.. definitely something else. But the kids love her, specially my daughter. She's considered one of the family, of course."
  20. I also want to sign up! But I'm unsure of what character to bring (due to storylines). Could I also be PMed who I get and I'll contact them here! 6pm please.
  21. TN/Ravenholdt Server is in the Central Time Zone. (-6:00) on the standard time thingy.
  22. That's great that you're drawing again! Looks good! I still have the holiday card you gave me a few years back.
  23. <p>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Dora's last 2 journal entries. D:</p>

  24. ((Brought up to current status since I had not updated in quite some time))
  25. Amalyn reached for her communicator, hearing her husband's hurried call for her, and Ariavan, through the winds of the frozen land. "Yes, love? I'll head back now and be there shortly. What is the emergency?" He brings her up to speed about the delivery and possibly some, definitely one, of the members having eaten the poisoned treats. He included the tauren's lack of symptoms, and Ket'xi's collapse, noting that they were most likely not being affected by the same ill will. She mounted on Ferlis quickly, urging the long-loved horse to the garrison as fast as possible, his skeletal body impervious to the cold. Her cloak billowed behind her becoming coated in puffs of snow at the tips. "I will do what I can for the time being." Hooves pounding hard on the tundra could be heard over the communicator. "But without knowing what was ingested I cannot make an anti-toxin. I'll need a sample if at all possible. For now I can only ease the suffering and make him more comfortable, as well as anyone who does come down with symptoms of ingesting the poison." She lets out a long sigh off comm, nearing the garrison, the towering walls in her sights. "I am very worried for Kex'ti and may need additional help."