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About Feleena

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  1. Thats almost what I did. But take out the Nym part and throw in a Bronze Dragonflight angle, and anything can be BS'ed. I'm the Rachael Summers of Twisting Nether.
  2. Feleena


    More drunken poop humor.
  3. New Entry: I am convinced now that this world is lost. Whatever it was that my family was sent back in time to change has failed, and this has to be the result. Things here are so bad. Much different from the stories my mother told me. Qabian Amberlight in this world is not a hero of the Sin'Dorei, but a self serving egomaniac with delusions of grandeur, coupled with a sadistic view of how to treat others. Once my training is complete, I will possibly either need to set things right, or kill him. But if I do so, will I be screwing up the timestream even worse? There is a group in this world called The Grim. I had befriended their leader, a forsaken woman named Lascivious of all things, and she seemed nice. Yet upon watching them and running into them I have discovered that this is nothing more than a band of psychopaths. And last night was even worse. I learned that my mother in this world was mixed up with them, and that homosexuality runs rampant amongst the female members of this group. They are all sleeping with each other, it seems, and are all plotting against each other, sometimes on the precept of "Saving" each other. Mother raised me to believe that same sex relations were a horrible thing, but it seems in this world, in this Silvermoon, that it is widely rampant. I even had a woman kiss me tonight after pouring a ton of a drink called "Bourbon" down my throat. I was able to run away, stumbling out of the inn in a state of drunken panic. I did not want to lose my virginity in that way. I'm trying to be festive as well. People are wearing Winter Veil outfits because of the season, but I notice all the ones made for girls have skirts that are so tiny you can't even bend over in them. I was called a slut tonight by the earless rogue Cessily for the way I was dressed, even as she was in the midst of some kind of lesbian discussion with Lascivious. Such sin irritates and disgusts me. Mother would be horrified if she were still alive today. I met with a Tauren named Diomades Riverhorn also. He seemed like a nice man, and I told him my tale. I'm not sure if he got all of it, but toward the end he seemed to have an understanding. He and I also had the smatterings of a theory as to why I was here. Perhaps rather than being sent here by the Bronze Dragonflight, my family was sent here by the Infinite Dragonflight as a trap. I need to talk to someone so badly that can help me understand all this. It weighs heavily on me, especially given my problem that I share with no one. Only Clys has been able to catch it so far, and when she did, I denied it. Lying is a sin, I know, but I am too scared to do otherwise. These timeslips I sometimes have are strange, and scary things. I fear one day I will have one and disappear forever. As it is, I am beginning to understand that I am not supposed to be here. Try as I might to think differently, I am an outsider and not a product of this world. I wish I could talk to my mother. But the Lovely Nex'Cruor in this world would never understand. Her mind is broken, no matter how professional she appears when teaching classes at the university. I really have no one I can share my fears with. I am scared.
  4. Feleena


    Feleena making very bad puns. VERY bad puns.
  5. ((Nah, the world Feleena comes from is totally backwards from our reality. As soon as I saw Qabian, I knew he had to be a hero in Feleena's future. haha))
  6. ((Poor Feleena. In her world, Qabian is a hero. Or at least thats what I decided when I saw you last night. Now she's all let down! . Ok, no derailing, back to your journal!))
  7. I saw her last night in the company of Qabian. She seems like little more than a puppet, and from the way she dressed, I would assume she is a harlot as well. I'm beginning to think that The Grim may not be such nice, stable people after all.
  8. She is friendly to me, but there is something wrong with her. Especially these past few days. I hope whatever it is, she'll overcome it.
  9. So this Qabian is nothing like the stories I had heard. He's no hero at all. He seems wicked, selfish, and just plain evil if you ask me. I would be wise to stay clear of this man, as I see nothing but despair surrounding him and his little half naked harlot companion.
  10. I met this strange girl last night in Silvermoon. At first, from a distance, I thought she was Sin'Dorei, since she wore the clothing of one, and had her face covered with a ceremonial mask. But we ended up talking, and I had fun meeting her. Perhaps she and I can become good friends and help each other in the future.
  11. New Entry: This world is completely backwards from everything my mother taught me. Everything. I am trying to stay clear of my family, as I don't want to burden them too much. Yet at the same time I watch from a distance, keeping an eye on them. I'm a student in the school Lovely teaches at, but I've managed to keep myself out of her classes, and am taking several courses via goblin mail. I'm sure she knows about me, but she has made no effort to contact me whatsoever. This concerns me, because sheer curiosity should be enough to motivate her. I know she knows who I am. But Lovely is also crazy. This much I know to be true. Unlike the mother who raised me, which had been a slave of Clys, this Lovely seems to have a bit of freedom, and it seems to have driven her mad. The woman is powerful, yet from what I understand she grovels at the feet of anyone who attempts to exert power over her. Why does she not just bash their faces in with that giant mallot? At this point, I love her, because she is technically family...and my mother...But this is not the Lovely who raised me. I will stay clear of her. My father, Skafloc, has been a source of inspiration to me. He took me hunting a few weeks back and taught me how to use a rifle, giving me a brand new one as a gift. He's very busy, so I don't bother him alot, but out of the whole family he seems the most sane. Still, I can't help but get the feeling he's involved in shady activities. Just a hunch. I'm not saying he's bad, but some of the people he hangs out with make me shudder. Clys...Seems to be a bit crazy too. Not as openly loony as Lovely, but she has her quirks. She scares me, and even though she offeres me things, and tries to act friendly, I want to be wary of anything that comes from her. Will write more when the time arises. Feleena Ran'Deau.
  12. Feleena isn't really a time traveler. She was born 65 years ago in this world. But her mother came from 175 years in the future, having been stranded here during a mishap involving a failed attempt on Medivh's life by the Bronze Dragonflight. As far as I know, she doesn't have an endoskeleton. Yet!
  13. Smurch was away, out in the barn tending to Feleena's giant vampire bat. The bell rang, startling Feleena as she flipped through a book in the study. She looked outside, seeing a pretty young female Sin'Doei holding some books under her arm. A salesman perhaps? No, she stood too regally for that. Feleena walked to the door and out into the courtyard, opening the gate. She smiled at Ninorra and bowed. "Greetings, traveler. Welcome to House Nex'Cruor. May I help you?"
  14. Feleena

    Blood of Time

    Feleena awoke with a start. It was silent in her guest room at House Nex'Cruor, and the air felt strange to her. She sat up in the bed, looking about and letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Curious as to the time, she glanced at the clock. It was dead, the hands having stopped at 2:37 am. She sighed, wondering how late it really was, and slipped out of bed, throwing a robe over herself for warmth. Her bare feet padded out of her room and into one of the large hallways, which seemed so silent. It was unusual for it to be this quiet. Usually the yowls of the ape-bats outside echoed into the house quite frequently, but they seemed to be quiet again. She walked quietly down the hall and down some stairs, looking at the grand oaken clock in the front hall. It was also stopped at 2:37 am. Raising an eyebrow, she went to the billiar parlor. 2:37 am there also. This was strange, she thought. What could have caused all the clocks to stop at this time? Then she saw him. Smurch. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen, a bowl of porridge in his hands. A spoon near his mouth, but not moving an inch. He was frozen in place! Feleena gasped. This could not be! She moved toward Smurch, waving her hands in front of his face, and finally taking the spoon from his hand. She watched as the porridge stayed in the spoon, even if she turned it upside down. This was incredible. Taking the spoon, she attempted to fling the porridge across the room. It left the spoon, but as soon as it did so the porridge stopped in mid air. Feleena blinked at this, unable to believe what she was seeing. She was dreaming. She had to be. Slipping the spoon back into Smurch's hand, she walked outside the castle. The effect was out here as well. Animals frozen in midair, even insects such as flies and gnats...The whole things was insane. Feleena decided to explore this. She pulled a sword from one of the castle guards and walked to the front gates, opening them and stepping outside. It was happening here too. Was the entire world frozen like this? Glancing about in the darkness, she thought she saw a figure. She walked casually up to it and looked down. Sure enough, it was a gnome. He wore black, and had two blades at his sides, and was looking at the castle with a spyglass. Probably a spy or an assassin sent after Mistress Clys. No matter, this phenomena would work to Feleena's advantage. She took the blade of her sword, carefully cutting away every inch of the gnome's clothing. Once he was nude, she took one of his daggers and carved some letters into his forehead. In Thalassian, she had written the word "SPY" with his blood, and then drove the dagger through his foot, impaling it to the ground. She gathered his clothes and carried them back inside, locking the gate. Feleena walked around, exploring the castle, but careful to respect the boundaries that Clys set for all guests. Certain rooms were off limits, and she stayed clear of those. After another 2 or three hours, she grew tired. This was obviously all a dream anyway. Feleena climbed back into her bed, trying to shake off the bad dream. Seconds after she fell asleep, a gnome screamed. Smurch put an empty spoon into his mouth, wondering why his porridge was spattered across the wall, and a guard was curious as to where those clothes came from, and why his sword was missing.
  15. ((At one point last night, Evanthe pointed at Mal, looked at Feleena, and said "Don't EVER drink anything she gives you." lol))