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The Masquerade

Lakryss knew full well that Quellys would have her head for this, but she really didn’t care, it wasn’t like people didn’t already know that the tea maker wasn’t dead. And she wouldn’t be going as herself. Her black and gold painted nails ran over the dress laid out before her. This will be fun. 

@coldwall-collective So excited for this event~

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“Our lives, but a series of masks. Masks we take great effort to maintain. Masks that we decorate with notions to our conscience in hopes that their gleam shall cover the emotion and the persona that lay beneath. As all of our days are a masquerade, our interactions a dance, and who we are simply a series of covers to guard us from this world.”

You are hereby invited to attend..

The Descent Masquerade

A celebration of the aspects of our society that few would openly entertain. Though our methods may be noble or vile, we all still decorate our masks in our own way to present the face we wish others to see.

Thus, we invite you to join us in Pandaria, upon the Eastern Edge of the Jade Forest on the afternoon and evening of June 16th, beginning at 4 bells. Please take the time and effort to decorate a mask to your liking, adopting a persona or animal guise you feel most attributes to that hidden part of you, the things others so seldom see. All those without a mask will unfortunately be turned away.

The Masquerade is beyond the bounds of the Stormwind Trade Commission and Alliance law, thus expect that a measure of chemical and sensual indulgences will be provided to all whom attend to their liking. Challenges and games of the physical and mental kind will be on offer as well, along with several overlapping offerings to those of particularly keen affect.

We hope to see many of you walking among us on that evening. Let us wear our masks with pride, if only for a single night.

- C.

OOC INFORMATION:

The Coldwall Collective is reaching it’s three year anniversary, on the day of June 19th! This event on the 16th is designed to be a celebration of that fact, as well as a thank you to all of the people and guilds on this server who have made this place such a home to us all, given us amazing story and characters, and welcomed us into this evolving world.

The setting, OOCly, for this event is the Temple of the Jade Serpent in the Jade Forest of Pandaria. We will begin admitting people into the grounds officially at 4pm ST, and the event is slated to last for 3-4 hours but may run longer dependent on the feel of the event.

The masquerade will offer a number of entertainment options, from dancing, drinks, and drugs to fights and mental/party games. It is a freeform event, and though there will be a number of entertainment options, attendees are encouraged to mingle and enjoy the space to their leisure. There shall also be a number of more indulgent options, and while nothing will be overt, we want to make it clear that this is an 18+ event due to the themes on display! We ask that any engagements against Blizzard TOS be kept to private chats, should they arise.

Please, feel free to design a mask for the event and post it onto tumblr! If you tag us here at @coldwall-collective​ we will happily reblog your mask/outfit to show it off! Masks -are- required for attendees, but you need not go out of your way to draw one up. A simple TRP blurb will be fine!

We encourage heavily all attendees to create a totally new TRP/MRP for the evening. Invent a name, make up a new little profile, all in keeping of the nature of the masquerade and it’s feel.

The theme of this night is intended to allow everyone on this server to ‘step into our world’ for the evening. See in romantic and entertainment senses what it is to be Coldwall. There will be a number of hidden aspects throughout the masquerade, open to those with a keen eye and a talent for putting together pieces and seeing the truth behind the mask. Perhaps you might find something you never expected to see.

The evening shall be what you make of it. So come and enjoy a night with us. A night of letting go.

Shadows Keep

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June 7th

Dear Ma and Pa,

                          I couldn’t wait to write this letter! So much has happened, good and bad! Lady Sunweaver has been a great help to us, she said she was sending help up to the farm, I owe her so much. You remember that Ren’dorei I said I liked? Well… She met another man and hit of with him. I mean yeah I’m sad about it, but she’ll be a good friend. She told me if her old friend didn’t met up with her, she would of fallen for me. Which honestly sucks but, I told Pa I’d keep smiling for you both. Mae bird has been acting up too, she met this guy who is thirty and she’s not even nineteen! They were holding and she let him kiss her nose! She got mad at me for crashing it. We made up though, promise. I just worry about her you know? She’s the littlest and the brightest out of all of us, I gotta protect her. I hope you both are doing ok. Love you both.

Sincerely,

               Your son, Jay

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Not my writing, but so very much worth the read. 

Happy Birthday

[ MUSIC ]

The darkness was bitter, yet the air wafting in from the open windows did well to at least keep the small apartments cooled.  The wine in his glass was deep red, and while he usually preferred white, it would do well enough.  The bitterness of the Merlot kept him awake amidst the haze of inebriation. 

As he rolled his neck with a soft huff from his nose, he rested the back of his head against the chair and stared up at the lacquered rafters.  Seventeen years of unbridled emotional anguish, eleven years of guilt-ridden freedom.  Or was it guilt?  He could never truly tell, not anymore.  He had become so numb throughout the spanning of his life it was only in minuscule slivers did he feel a semblance of pain for what he had done.

It had been justified.  It had to have been justified.  There were many who wouldn’t consider it so, he knew that much- as the only man who hadn’t judged him with ill intent after he admitted to his crimes was the man known as Donner Quick. 

Connor’s eyes closed, and as he inhaled sharply to stave off the buzzing thoughts, he found himself lapsing into his own memoirs.

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Doing: Three habits that they have.

1. Lakryss has to start her morning with tea, it’s a compulsion at this point that she can’t break, so first thing in the morning it’s a slow crawl to heat the water and find something to brew. 

2. Checking all the drying herbs to make sure they aren’t molding, it’s a must, no one want’s moldy tea leaves. 

3. Making the bed, Lakryss loves a freshly made  nest to crawl into at the end of the day. 

Thank you for the ask dearie~

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My Character Must Confess in 3s

Blab: Three secrets they’re keeping.

Mwah: Three people they’d like to kiss.

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

Doing: Three habits that they have.

Psst: Three things that they’ve always wanted to tell your character.

Shh: Three things they wouldn’t want their parents to know.

Dream: Three wishes they have.

Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone.

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The Flight Of The Sparrow

“Miss Ashemore...what are you doing here?”

It had been nearly a year since  Quellys and Lakryss had shared more than a quick conversation in passing...to be standing in the same room as the half elf had Lakryss a little on edge. Quellys didn’t even answer as she quickly moved to Lakryss’s closet and began tossing the woman’s clothing into a bag. 

“We have little to no time...”

Quellys offered little more in way of an explanation for why she was packing Lakryss’s bag, causing the Sparrow to chirp in frustration. 

“No time for what...Quellys tell me what’s....”

Quellys was quick to fire out the one sentence that Lakryss feared.

“There is a ship in the harbor...”

Lakryss no longer stood like a statue and began to move about the room packing and taking only what was needed...she hadn’t even been back in the city all that long...but it was time again to flee, to head for safer shores. 

“I have a group that are headed to Pandaria...go do what you do best Ryss, go make tea and find some happiness, but don’t come back here.” 

It was the last bit of kindness that Quellys could offer the little tea maker...but at least she would see her friend out of the city...

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Respawn in 3... 2... 1...

The scent of crushed mint that filled the cabin air was overpowered by that of freshly brewed coffee. It was a new, never before tried blend gifted to Margharette by Miss Cecilia Cage. With Mister Hudson having retired early and the rest of the crew settling into their routine, 

Marge decided to enjoy the free time – but to also finish some of her work.

Here in her home, she could do it without the constraints of a suit or the weight of her weapons. Tonight, it was both. A white, cotton camisole and matching shorts did the trick. They revealed toned, agile muscles taunting her tanned skin. Nothing a slimming, black suit couldn’t hide. Damp hair coiled with a headscarf, twisting into a knotted bun.

A music player of gnomish making played from the table in the corner of the home. The sounds echoing in these walls were upbeat, if a bit primitive. There were no violins to add length to the notes nor was there a piano to include poise and grace. There was the heavy thump of open palm slapping on stretched leather. The ‘ting’ of thick sticks striking each other. A 'crick’ and a 'crack’ as the metal brush raked along neatly aligned grooves. Trumpets brought supporting columns, holding the rest on an elevated stage.

The ascending and descending 'twings’ of a four stringed guitar brought the percussion together, but it was the duo of voices that brought together the vibe. Actual words were never spoken, but each sung note followed the guitar’s own, pushing the melody forward and allowing it to pierce the soul.

Bare feet shuffled to the kitchen counter as wave after wave of the coffee’s heavenly scent washed over her. Margharette poured a cup of coffee, not adding sugar just yet.  The moderately sized mug, complete with company logo drawn along the ceramic, was placed on a plate. A spoon dug into the sugar. With it’s payload secured, Marge placed the spoon on the plate and turned around to move the show along.

Hips swayed left and right, feet lightly pressing on the floorboards through a mocked but vivid stomp. Soul stirred, joining in the rhythm of the song heard all the way to the front porch. Even with the shutters and doors locked. It was only natural that her body followed. But her motions were kept contained so as to not spill her precious beverage. An avid dancer, Margharette found this task easy enough to perform. She collected the pile of letters, notes and books on the corner of her wooden kitchen counter with her free hand. The ones next to her holstered revolvers. Dancing her way out, Margharette made her way to the large mirror secured to the wall next to her bed.

It wasn’t her reflection that interested her, but the button that was hidden in the groove behind the mirror. Just another upgrade to her shabby looking cabin. That and the half dozen horns lined around the room she was now in. They were all connected to the gnomish record player, ensuring an in-depth musical experience.

There was only one problem. The first of many. Her hands were both full. She could either step away to put something down, or she could grow another arm. Neither option seemed appealing. Margharette tilted her head back a bit and carefully placed the stack of information on the top of her head, mindful of the bun that could cripple her enterprise. Muscle memory did the trick. Fingers trailed along the groove until a sharp needle pricked her finger, producing a single drop of blood. It was eagerly absorbed. A muted 'click’ followed before the sound of metal grating against metal could be heard. The door was not only unlocked now, but the narrow passageway was clear.

Margharette rescued her neck and picked up the stack from her head. And then her second problem arrived. No arms with which to swing open the door pretending to be a mirror. She hummed in unison to the music already bouncing off the walls, feet shuffling and hips dashing to and fro. Then she used the left one to open the entrance to her office, standing leg barely moving at all. Now that the door was open, she found her balance once more and made her way down the stairs. What awaited was in complete darkness.

The shadows were banished to the corners after she lit a couple of candles, knowing her way around by heart. The cup had been placed on her desk, along with the notebooks and letters. Most of the nitty gritty had already been processed. Now it was all just a matter of updating her 'personal’ files.

That could wait just a little bit longer. Margharette leaned against her desk and picked up the steaming cup, bringing it closer to her lips. She stared at the large wooden board taking up half the wall directly across from her. Pictures, sketches, names or brief descriptions all created a point on the imaginary map, marked by a small silver nail. Some were clustered together, with yet another name labeling them. 

Others were scattered across the outskirts. But they each had a red string attached to them. One that connected them to another. Here and there you could see numerous connections. Around the outskirts, those bridges were much less so. Together, they created the Red Sea.  Deep and treacherous in places while calm and cool in others. The group labeled Hudson Shipping Company took up almost half of the board. The nail holding Mister Hudson had pierced his sketched face right between the eyes.

She drank from the cup as she refreshed her memory. The sip was longer than anticipated. Subtle hints of nutmeg coalesced with equally devious hints of chocolate without disposing the kick of bitterness she valued so greatly. 

“Wow!” she exclaimed breathlessly in amazement before she drank some more, forgetting all about the sugar. The drink did not need it. To Margharette, it was perfect just the way it was.

Spirits lifted. She indulged in what would surely become her new favorite for several more moments, eventually getting on with her work.

Pieces of already cut papers were taken from a pile on her desk and assigned names, nicknames or simple descriptions. A few sketches and a picture were fished from the pile she brought in, thrown in with the rest of the lot and carried across the room. A hammer and a metal goblet full of nails stood ready on the thin, wide table beneath the board. One by one, she placed them on the 'map’, strings guiding them to their companions accordingly.

The beat of the music had slowed in pace, but it’s makers had yet to lay it to rest. It persister through the hammering. It served as her anchor to this world as she finished placing the last name and went into a world of her own.

Muscle memory served it’s purpose yet again, cup brought closer for another sip. Or seven. Marge replayed recent events of the last week, beginning at the oldest and working her way forward. As the countdown to the present grew shorter, her cup began to empty. She couldn’t shake off the nagging sensation that there was something looming over her shoulder. Something she missed. It grew stronger the closer and closer her train of thought got to it’s destination.

And then she froze in place.

Only a second passed, but it was long enough for Margharette to come to a conclusion over what has happened and what had to be done. The cup returned to the desk before Marge hustled her way back to the kitchen. She looked for the container Cecilia had given her. The one with a sparrow drawn along it’s top.  Normally pouty lips curved with a genuine and bright smile, forcibly pushed to the surface by the swelling on her chest. She was filled with joy, remembering the contageous optimism the sparrow had always flewn with. It was obnoxiously making her heart flutter. Marge was very happy to realize that one of her few friends was still alive. Yet for all of this rejoicing, there were only two words the woman could muster.

“THIS bitch...”

Margharette carried the container with her as she returned to the office, feet banging on the rickety steps down the passageway. She dove headfirst under her desk, hand reaching into a basket lying in the darkness. She pulled it to the light and started a frantic search. The word DEAD was written across the side of the basket.

A few more seconds of rummaging passed, but soon, her head poked out from under the well kept desk, the brightness of her smile having smoldered into wickedness. Margharette pushed from the floor and began to look for the proper spot in the Red Sea.

Instead of humming, Marge sang along to the music playing in the background. She aligned the nail on the named sketch, poking it through it’s already present hole at the top and hammered it into place. Foot dragged on the floor as she took a step back, shook and giddy.

“Miss Sparrow. Welcome back to the fray.”

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Lakryss would love the heck out of these. 

Leaf insects 🐝🐞🦋🐛

Video by @tetrapod_id

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faerie: is keeping your personal space organised a priority for you? hydra: do you collect/have a lot of anything?

“Personal organisation and tidiness means a lot to me, considering what I do for a living, keeping things in good order and clean are important.”

“I collect tea cups actually, I lost a lot of them when my shop was vandalized, but I’m working on rebuilding it.”

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🔮 25 mythical creature asks

griffin: how many books have you read this year?

sphinx: do you enjoy riddles and puzzles?

chimera: have/would you ever dye your hair? what colour?

dragon: last thing that made you smile?

phoenix: do you believe in life after death?

unicorn: what sets you apart from others?

faerie: is keeping your personal space organised a priority for you?

harpy: do you enjoy playing sports?

gorgon: least favourite colour?

minotaur: who do you dislike the most right now?

mermaid: favourite place to go on holiday?

centaur: which is more important to you: comfort or style?

pegasus: ever had a recurring dream?

basilisk: books or films?

troll: for or against school uniform, and why?

imp: do you consider yourself funny?

banshee: name a definite dealbreaker in a relationship.

kelpie: festivals or concerts?

cyclops: what colour are your eyes?

manticore: picnics or hikes?

werewolf: do you like the taste of alcohol?

cerberus: if you could have any animal as a pet, what would it be?

redcap: when did you get into your current biggest hobby/interest?

hydra: do you collect/have a lot of anything?

siren: favourite genre of music?

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“I think...like most people...it is not the creeping darkness that scares them, but the old ones that dwell within...there are horrifying tales for a reason after all...and as far as demons go...” Lakryss tilted her gaze skyward as she frowned. It may have been gone but she could still see that cursed planet in her mind. “We have good reason to fear demon’s...but not all magic is evil in nature, people need to remember that. Not all void users or practicing Warlocks are inherently evil. Not everyone is prepared however for the temptations that come with that line of magic...but who am I to say so...I don’t have a drop of magical talent in my body.”

Her leaf green eyes watched in fascination as they walked to the stables, carrying a box of her own. 

“So have you found work yet  in this city?”

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A red violet haired Ren’dorei male wearing finely silken clothes stood on the cobblestone streets of Stormwind. His starry blue gaze trailed in curiosity of the human and Alliance capital, lost to the world around him. However, the red curls of the Sparrow quickly caught the Doctor’s eye. “ Common... uhhh... excuse me, miss?! “ His voices echoed with the ambience given to him by the void. - Solexstras / @shadowed-veil

Lakryss had her arms full, she wasn’t long for the capital, she’d returned long enough to gather what she needed. Hearing the call upon her ears, she turned and set down the box she’d been carrying, she observed the Ren’dorei with some curiosity. “Yes, how can I help you?”

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"One day, when we meet again, I want to tell you about all the fragile wishes that never came true."

“But does that mean that we should stop wishes, that we shouldn’t dare to dream?” Lakryss frowned as she sipped from her tea cup. “Just because our wishes and dream may someday only come to failure, we must still have hope...life without that is not a life worth living.”

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RP Starters

“One day, when we meet again, I want to tell you about all the fragile wishes that never came true.”

“From here on out, I can walk on my own.”

“That day, I watched the world from a place filled with hopeless shadows.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to make a sad face, even when agony strikes.”

“Honestly? I only wanted to sleep forever, but I couldn’t get your voice out of my head. So I came looking for you.”

“When all the tragedies die, we’ll still be here to rebuild the world.”

“I need you to shine your light on this darkness before the poison rain washes me away.”

“This body–falling apart–needs you.”

“I can see you tearing out your hair. You’re already counting down to insanity.”

“If you could run away, life would be easier, wouldn’t it?”

“You should be saying, ‘I want you to save me.’ Don’t you know Death is always the first name on Pride’s guest list?”

“Hey. Here and now, don’t look away.”

“Sit on your knees and wait patiently for your saving grace.”

“Have you ever noticed that all those days you wasted are still strangling you?”

“Do you honestly think the world would be a better place if you died?”

“You smile, but I can see the loneliness like clouds hiding the sun’s face.”

“No matter how clear they are or how meticulously you’ve plotted your course, you can’t accomplish your goals so easily. Success only comes with sacrifice.”

“When the world trembles in terror, then everything will be yours.”

“If your dreams aren’t happening for you, then I’ll make them happen with these hands.”

“Salvation only belongs to those chosen few.”

“I stood in the land where the wind never blows and I thought of you, still and stagnant.”

“If it’s possible, I’d like to fall asleep just like this.”

“I’ve let go of you again.”

“You don’t have to put it into words. All you need to do is smile for me.”

“Heaven stole my light and left me without a guide; so why should I do anything for heaven now?”

“Every time I think of you, I tear open those old wounds again.”

“How many walls must we tear down to leave our mark on history?”

“I want to meet the monster dwelling inside you.”

“Come on, it’s time to cut ties with your innocent hopes and dreams. You can’t live in a rose-coloured bubble forever.”

“If we end things right here, can we live to meet again tomorrow?”

“I’ll end up destroying everything about you and I won’t leave a single trace of you behind.”

“Some people are too far gone to save. It’s alright to give up on them.”

“Seems I’m still not forgiven at all.”

“So, are you ready or not?”

“We’ll build the future according to our dream.”

“Having pity on the world is a fool’s errand.”

“Will all these wounds one day become the strength to protect you?”

“I can’t touch you anymore.”

“These shallow sleeps have never once afforded me to true rest.”

“Am I the only one who sees the red string connecting our fingers?”

“It’s alright if you want to try to run away.”

“If you hadn’t been there, I might have died to escape.”

“Pleasure is like a starving wolf: it’s only polite to eat all the way down to the marrow.”

“I must break all that I love.”

“It’s ugly, sure. But that’s what happens when you remove the mask.”

“We dreamed of a world full of love and peace, but that naive age is over.”

“And yet, I’m still not satisfied at all.”

“I told myself I’d be thrilled to be rid of you.”

“I lost sight of myself in a city where hope eludes its citizens.”

“I wonder how much you hide behind that smile.”

“Nothing stops my shivering.”

“This dream drives me mad.”

“Should I be weeping for you?”

“You ask for help in a voice like a siren, but as soon as I turn my back, you’ll drive your nails in much too deep.”

“If fate can’t be changed, then why yank out the threads from your own tapestry?”

“I only see a ghost staring back at me in the mirror.”

“If I wander too close to the edge of death, would I be able to see you again?”

“Your gaze strangles me.”

“Bury me deeper until the world forgets I ever existed.”

“If you can’t love me, then hate me forever. At least in that way, I can still live on.”

Feel free to reblog/use these. I’m curious to see where these fragments take your characters.

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“I could actually....” She motioned to the small collection of boxes, they looked deceptive in their size, each one was heavy. “I’m heading to the stables...I have heard a rumor of a place in the Hinterlands that is looking for vendors....I’m hoping to ply my trade there.” She would let her gaze wander over the man. “I’ve known monsters, the void doesn’t make anyone evil...what happened to you and the others....it was a short sight of your people.”

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A red violet haired Ren’dorei male wearing finely silken clothes stood on the cobblestone streets of Stormwind. His starry blue gaze trailed in curiosity of the human and Alliance capital, lost to the world around him. However, the red curls of the Sparrow quickly caught the Doctor’s eye. “ Common... uhhh... excuse me, miss?! “ His voices echoed with the ambience given to him by the void. - Solexstras / @shadowed-veil

Lakryss had her arms full, she wasn’t long for the capital, she’d returned long enough to gather what she needed. Hearing the call upon her ears, she turned and set down the box she’d been carrying, she observed the Ren’dorei with some curiosity. “Yes, how can I help you?”

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