The hallmark of the hunter is perception; to always be aware of her surroundings, of her impact on her environment, and what attention she might be attracting. A lapse in this perception can lead to very unexpected results. ( Read more... )

Yay lack of updates yay. So have a meme!

1. What is your character’s most recognizable trait? (If someone saw your character in a pub/on the street, what would they first notice? What makes them immediately recognizable as themself?)

2. What does your character’s voice sound like?

3. Do they like to sing? Can they sing?

4. Does your character have a noticeable accent of any kind?

5. If your character was spending an evening in an inn/tavern/pub, where would they sit? What would they be doing?
( Answers for Khydann & Salyssa )

When Juni told me that she'd remembered the smell of "sailors and babies" from when she was abducted, I figured - well, I had the idea of going to ports and just sitting around, closing my eyes, and smelling. Then I went and spent some time at the taunka orphanage, helped take care of the babies there, and taking in the scents. I still don't know what she meant, really.

But while I was at the party (it still seems strange to have the Lunar Festival party in Dalaran; it was nice, but I think last year was better, even with the lake demon running through the party every ten minutes) ... ((scrawl)) Right, at the party, I smelled a little bit of - ocean smell, which is very hard to describe. And baby smells, but I heard a couple of people talking about having kids. I couldn't tell if they were together; they were both very faint, and it's pretty windy up there in that tower. I tried watching the gathering, but I couldn't... nothing was obvious. There were several Shu'halo there, four bulls total, including Roshanar. He knew the shaman who sat with us on the balcony, and can probably vouch for him. The other two, I recognized by sight, but not personally. One I've seen at the Kodo occasionally...

Hmm.

We've recovered Juni, and she's alive, and... physically unharmed, I think is the safest way to say it. Apparantly a druid looked her over and says that her life force patterns are messed up - they always say stuff like that. I'm more worried about what they might have done to her mind. She's tough, though, she's bounced back from a lot of bad things already. Need to remember to ask Samba for Juni's father's name - or maybe he'll write a letter.

I'm probably being paranoid, hiding her and not telling anybody that we've found her or where she is, but... somebody took her, right out of Dalaran. A shu'halo. I hate the idea that whoever did it may get away with it, unless Juni saw him clearly enough to give any kind of useful description. I also hate the idea that the blue dragons can send agents right into the city of mages to snatch mages for their experiments. I mean, they can have all the humans and gnomes they want, but they won't stop with that.

Gah. I keep imagining what I would do if it had been Rosh...

Well. That came within two steps of being a complete disaster. ( Read more... )

((One of the changes scheduled for the next patch is that taurens will be allowed to ride raptors, skellyhorses, and chokobos. Given how the hawkstrider vendors have responded to inquiries from tauren in the past, I have to imagine that they aren't at all pleased about the change...))

Perascamin wrung his hands as he paced the offices of Thuron's Livery. Outside, he could hear that the crowd was growing. ( Read more... )

Sooo, Khy has this thing where her adopted daughter Zek has been DKed, and it's all awkward, and I don't know what to do about it. ( Wibble. )

The voidwalker reports that no new scrolls are being sent from Undercity for me to transcribe/proofread. They've been coming and going daily. I banished it slowly several times, but it didn't change its story, so I think it must be telling the truth.

How long has it been since

I don't hear anything like the weeping and wailing in the streets that happened when the pretty princess turned out to be a good demon buddy. Or when there were zombies in the streets... that was funny, I had a good view from my balcony with the door barred, though I did run out of cigarettes.

((smear of ashes))

Well, apparantly we're at war with Northrend or somesuch, and Arthas is back, and the Undercity was attacked or something, and that bloody pet demon of Sylvanus' is dead. Same music, different words. I'm going to have to go to the Undercity to determine if the people I was working for are still alive, or if I still have a job.

Zekett
Frore
ratchet
kodo ~ Careyn ~ Sair? care/sair
red-fur tauren lady
Thralmar
corps dust

The doorway darkened for a moment, and Wiley looked up, squinting against the glare. When he saw that the visitor was one of the new dark-armored warriors, he scowled.

"You can leave your dead friend outside," he said sharply, pointing at the ghoul twitching next to the knight. For a moment, he was studied by eyes that leaked a cold blue glow, and he couldn’t stop himself from shuddering. Then the knight nodded and snapped its fingers. The ghoul turned as if on strings and shambled back out to the courtyard. ( Read more... )

Mostly blank book. first pages had writing - can't read, don't care - little pictures - horse? flowers? symbols. Don't care. tore those pages out. Now it's mine.

Mine.

Remember... ((scrawl)) don't care. I write my things here. mine.

Zekett.

They call this place hellfire. It is orange and dry. Huge black stompy screaming things... I killed many things for them. birds, orcs, pigs. they look at me with faces turned away and whisper but they always want me to kill more things. give me gold, armor, weapons. Don't care. Many other knights. we don't talk. talk to ghouls. Ghouls don't care.

I like to kill things.


((Neeeeed a new userpic for her. :P ))

I had all the pieces. I refused to put them together, refused to see how they fit. Now I'm confronted with the answer, walking around every damn day, fighting alongside me, drinking at the Kodo...

I never said I would give anything to have her back. There are some things I would never have given. Some things are worse than dead.

I said I'd go look for her in the Plaguelands, but I haven't, and I don't know if I will can make myself. The wilderness of Northrend is so beautiful, so large and mostly empty*... the Taunka gave me a gun, it's a bit overdecorated, but it's so comforting to hear the blast again, to be out in the wilds with Sandstorm, where everything is so much easier, and so clean and open and free...

The hearthstone echoes with the voices of my tribemates, and Proudwolf's charm brings me Roshanar's thoughts. They're the only things keeping me from taking an extended unofficial leave of absence and lo~


((* It's supposed to be huge and mostly empty, despite the fact that you're bumping into somebody wanting to kill you or do something for them every twenty feet.))

Juni told me that she thinks this is - well, she talked about a storm, and a calm in the storm called the eye, and then the storm gets worse. I hope she's wrong. I hope I'm wrong. But I'm preparing for us being right.

I've been fighting the Scourge in Winterspring, partially because it's constantly under attack, partially to keep myself in training for cold weather fighting, and help train others. Eye of the storm or not, everybody's betting that we're going to have to take the fight up north, to Northrend. There's constant travel up there now, streams of fighters and supplies being sent up.

For the time being, I'm just a fairly short flight away from Thunder Bluff, so I spend as much off time as I can at home. Rosh is busy too; it's increasingly rare for us to have more than a few hours of downtime together. When we do, it's most likely to consist of talking about how the fights are going, what plans are being made, and then sleeping like rocks.

I suppose it's just as well I'm being kept busy... I haven't had much time to worry about Zekett. Unless I can come up with a more concrete way of finding her, there's just nothing I can do. I hate feeling so helpless.

I hated doing it, but I supported those who argued that non-combatants should be evacuated from Thunder Bluff, and sent to the hills in Mulgore. They'll have to fight harpies, kolkar, quillboars, and gnolls, but that's still a better chance than they'd have if they stayed in town. At least Bloodhoof and the Mesa are mostly clear; the speed of infection ties the zombies to the places where they've turned, the only upside of that particular development.

Finally, though, I can fight back. I joined Rosh in Azshara and Winterspring, taking a crash course in the tactics needed to repel the latest invasion attempts. He's very proud of the armor they've given him in return for his service. It's still hard to keep a straight face when he's wearing the robe.

I've heard more rumours - always more rumours! - that the plague has started to, I don't know, wear off, rather abruptly. I hope that the errand I ran for that apothecary in Shattrath helped. If it's true that people aren't getting infected by the damn crates, I'll join the crews in burning them, and be glad of it. And then I'll sleep... for a while, before joining the next mad scramble to push back the invasion.

Did I write that things seem to be calming down? I've heard reports that the zombies are targeting the Argent healers, and that several of them have been pulled down and... killed. The ones that are left are so spent that they don't offer healing anymore, you have to go up and ask them, sometimes shake them awake. At least they can still stand long enough to zap down the ghouls.

We tried guarding the plagued crates, warning people away from them, but there just aren't enough guards. And the roaches get everywhere. We've been trying to educate people - don't kill the damn roaches, just ignore them, or scoop them up in a basket and dump them over the edge of the Bluff - but there's always people who don't listen, and then we have another outbreak. And the time from infection to... turning has gotten shorter. And the priests and other healers can't cure it as easily as they could before.

Rumours are that every hero (or would-be hero) who can swing a weapon or funnel a bit of magic is out there, trying to... make a difference? I don't know. It's been so long since I've slept more than a few hours. Rumours, rumours. We hear one thing, we hear something else. Rosh has been out there, putting out fires on a larger scale. I thank the ancestors every time he comes home, every time I get a note from him, knowing that he's still alive, even out there in the madness. We can't get rid of the crates, nobody can get near them without being infected. How the fel did they get here, anyway?

I've already been proven right once, that it did get worse. I really don't want to be proven right again, because my next suspicion is

((The last words are smudged, as if the book had been slammed shut while the ink was still wet.))

((Added later:)) PYRAMIDS AGAIN??

I've had him checked by a priest, a shaman, and a druid - Sandstorm is plague-free, as far as any of them can tell. But he's huge. And hungry. I've been patrolling the Bluff - Bloodhoof road, and keep having to stop and shoot a wolf or kodo for him to eat. He hits harder, of course from being bigger, but also... he's more... I don't know, fierce? I'll have to keep an eye on him. Like I told Rosh - if he turns, I'll be the one to put him down. I can only hope it won't come to that.

It's quieted down a lot in the last couple of days. Seems like things have reached some kind of stability, for now. I'm using the time to stockpile food and ammunition, and help fortify defenses. There's people saying that the worst is over, we'll mop up the zombies that are left and things will be fine. I just can't believe it. This came from somewhere, somebody planned this, and this is just the softening-up.

Whatever it is, has started. ( Dawn of the Dead, anyone? )

Swiped from matojo!

If your character(s) were placed in a position where they had to choose between permanent death and becoming a Death Knight ("Servant of the Lich King", as far as they'd be aware, pre-break for freedom) which road would they travel? ( Probably unsurprising answers below the cut! )

yellowembers posted a list stolen from Keryn at the BMR website:

1. What does your character’s living room look like? (If they don’t have a stable home, describe an inn room that he or she has rented steadily.)
2. Does your character have any pets?
3. Does your character collect anything? Is that collection of any value to anyone other than them?
4. Does he or she have any “side” jobs or professions, other than their class and/or talent professions?
5. What would you find in his or her sofa cushions?

Answers for Khydann and Salyssa below. Also, I apologize for the lack of coherent communication recently - I have a "mild" case of bronchitis, and have been experiencing varying degrees of illness for the last week or so. :P ( Read more... )

((Whee long!)) ( Read more... )