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2024: The Back 9

In the immortal words of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

I did this earlier in the year around…February? Yeah I believe it was then giving a general update to how the whole mental/spiritual fall apart was going (I refuse to call it a breakdown).

In two words, not good.

But there's always time to change and it's definitely not me putting an expiration date of myself just identifying that I may in a lot of trouble like I was a few years ago. I believed that losing weight, moving, dream job, and things going 'Milhouse' were going to fix so many things about me. It did not. And it will not.

Gotta keep going though. To many people are counting on me to be here and if I'm gonna be here I need to focus to get myself doing something. Anything.

So here we go with some basics and major updates to me:

Hi, I'm Zach or Capt Zexx or Mogwai Kraken depending on where we might talk. I'm an old man (40) with the aspirations of being something of a pulp adventure writer a 100 years too late. Being a standard millennial man swords, sorcery, metal, and nostalgia are all things I crave and love to follow but need to remember to temper as I'm not young as I was and definitely have a lot more responsibilities than I did when I first started this hobby of roleplaying. Sometimes I feel like the '84 years' meme when I think about how much of my online life has been pretending to be what I always wanted to be.

I'm deep into 'the Game' again. I'm actually playing. I'm itching to try and get with a group for writing/roleplaying. I'm terrified I'm gonna drop the ball and ruin another group of collaborators as I constantly seem to do. I don't mean to, it's just my brain and heart can't seem to hold hands long enough for us to make anything happen despite the lofty goals my brain sets.

We're gonna try though. I say this every time, but I gotta get up and do it again.

I have too.

So I've tried to rebuild/consolidate as I drag out the oldies with some newbies to try my hand in a bunch of different pots and see what sticks. No more closing blogs though, that really messed my brain up with losing stories and such when I got mad a few years ago. They belong in a museum for me to visit and library to be checked out once in awhile.

THE BLOGS The majority of these are all based out of the World of Warcraft. It's been my home for over 25 years, I can't get away as much as I might try. We're too entwined and I'm tired of fighting it, so I'm gonna embrace it and be comfortable in it.

Embers of the Order ( @embersoftheorder ) This is my main focus for protagonists for my writing and roleplaying. Can you guess who it involves? I can never get away from that wonderful Witcher inspired group of monster hunters from Kul Tiras, the Order of Embers. I love Drustvar so much and the head canon group I built up are always in the back of my mind when I listen to music or try to come up with something to write. But with the old faces like Eld or Cheryl, gonna try to bring some side characters to the front like Rachel or Beld or non-Ember members who can help like Ganus or Ramses. We'll see what happens but it's kind of nice having a heroic blog that I can store and play with them all.

An Unending Gaze ( @anunendinggaze ) As there is a light side of my roleplaying/writing there has to be a dark side. I've wanted for years to stretch my legs and limits to play more sinister types with a dark agenda or plans, but I guess I'm always more inherit-ably the good guy than a villain. But it doesn't mean I don't dream of firing the death star, forging the ring, or body hopping realities with an obsession for the Old Ones within the vastness of the Void. And I am leaning hard into that last one with Oplisca, my old cultist antagonist to my oldest character who I'm trying to mold into some kind of overarching monster. But I can't just have her as other characters have had their run-ins with so many villains. Alfred Klaudin the murderous zealot, the Fredman a roaming Drust serial killer, Kinowin the misplaced power hungry cultist, or Daesyd the money hungry architect. I'm working on them all and very willing to build more even those that aren't cultists or maniacs, the idea of a Light blinded soldier or a corrupted figure all come to mind. I need to work on it and would love if someone could help me or guide me with this menagerie.

Of Bronze and Sage ( @bronzeandsage ) Went ahead and made new blog for my Horde side life, it has been highly productive. I’ve leaned on a couple of old characters from my multiverse to create a base but I’m happy to report I’ve made up a few new ones to help round it out! Relying on my lack of knowledge to make it as much a journey of discovery as a refresh to playing and roleplaying. So join my orc thief Sevlaz as he learns what it is to be a ward of the Bronze and a champion of The Word. For the Horde.

QUIET PLACES A Crow Among Sparrows ( @acrowamongsparrows ) My Witcher OC work, which would be fun to go back into if someone were to poke or want to play around in. Take a peak and let me know what you think.

Conduit Dreams ( @conduitdreams ) Cyberpunk is always been a passion of mine and this was a place to put those neon lit inspirations away until that itch takes me again. Mecha, synths, rain, and dystopia make my heart beat faster.

With An Emerald Eye ( @withanemeraldeye ) Adventures in the pulp fantasy of swords, sorcery, and adventure. I love old Conan stories or Fafhrd and Gray Mouser tales of swords against devilry, I try to put it into my more higher fantasy stuff in Azeroth when I can but I would love to do more with low/weird fantasy stuff. Give me underground cults, jewel thefts, and brave people facing impossible odds. Plus kick ass art.

Sails on a Sea of Fate ( @sailsonaseaoffate ) My quiet retirement home for Zexx Candell and his brood in the astral sea lanes of Spelljammer. I love that setting and it seemed fitting after Shadowlands and the anger I felt when I left Blizzard before to go here with Treasure Planet inspired galleons coasting through the starry cosmos. D&D with Star Wars scope of conflicts, a simple description but I love the idea of it all and would love to touch it again.

Eldridge Candell ( @eldridgecandell ) The original blog for my main Eld Candell, Witch Hunter and Inquisitor of the Order of Embers. He's been transferred mainly over to the Ember of Orders blog, but I'll keep this live as an archive of his old adventures before these days in the War Within. It's a reminder of where I was those years ago and what I want to strive to be again.

THE FUTURE That sums it all up for the back half of 2024, it's not exactly brighter but I'm trying to avoid going darker personally. I want to make this work and get back in the habit of being creative. I need too.

If you wanna play, send me a message here and then we can switch to an alternate platform to collaborate. I'm available on the Discord, In-game, and the shiny new Blue Sky, just let me know where you're comfortable and interested in working.

Anyways, here's Wonderwall.

[susan-gampre]

Flirting Sentences, Vol. 4

(Sentences for flirting muses, with varying levels of brashness. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Aren't you a little naughty sometimes?"

"Too much for a first date?"

"There is nothing sexier in the whole world than a beautiful woman with an incredible gun."

"I've been warned to watch out for women like you."

"Do you have to work tonight? I don't."

"I like being alone with you."

"Aren't you the cutest little thing when you're being shy?"

"How would you feel about going out to dinner with me tonight?"

"Half the men in this room wish you were on their arm tonight."

"I've been in trouble since the moment we met."

"It occurs to me that I don't know the first thing about you."

"I assume I can look forward to another visit in the near future?"

"You're pretty cute, you know that?"

"I adore you with that slightly dishevelled look."

"I think you're kind of wonderful."

"I get off work in an hour. If you can wait to eat, I'll show you the best meal in the city."

"You don't do a very good job of hiding your interest."

"Want to get drunk and fool around?"

"I bet you're a good kisser."

"What do you propose to do in way of entertaining your handsome guest tonight?"

"You've got a smutty mind!"

"I'd like to kiss you goodbye."

"I didn't know you were so easily seduced!"

"May I say something personal? I like you."

"If I was a dessert, what kind of dessert would I be?"

"What is it about me that you find so irresistible?"

"Tell me I'm pretty."

[susan-gampre]

"What would you do if the one closest to you betrayed you?"

Thoughtful eyes narrowed in on idled hands, admiring the shine of true silver tipping slender, sharp stiletto nails. She chewed on her bottom lip, the stained red lips plumping up under the pressure, capillaries bursting beneath her bite as the thought of friends taking advantage of her, or her own... She looked defeated for a moment, mouth parting to express, "Im not a fan of these hypotheticals. I can't imagine someone I've let in could do anything against my own interest when Ive surely invested much into their's..."

She gives in to the consideration then, her mind immediately sauntering toward her baby sister Petra. What if she had betrayed Susan somehow? Enacted dark, grim crimes against the Brothel? The mere hypothetical of it made her stomach twist in agony causing Sue's brows to furrow and lips to frown deeply.

If Ren La'Vaye had double crossed her, after all these years of mutual understanding and business propagations? Tarvasha, for that matter? Susan scowls then, one of those finely jeweled hands combing through her hair in a soothing gesture, lips pressed firmly together as her mind continues to wander, questioning herself on her reactions in such unpredictable scenarios of the few people she loved or had an understanding with until finally she addresses Safrona:

"The variables are too broad to truly have an answer. It depends who the person is to me and how grievous the offence but... Consequences," she remarks firmly, head nodding as if she were convincing herself, "There would be consequences period."

@safrona-shadowsun

Mentioned:

@petra-gampre

@renlavaye

@the-wolfs-raven

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 “What would you do if...Someone was trying to steal from their business?"

Momentarily the Madam looked on, her jaw nestled comfortably in the curve of her palm as she leaned into the bar to stare longingly into the fire behind the bartender. The warmth billowing from the hearth counteracted the chill, the fans above the major dance hall lazily filtered the cool air of this Pandaren night throughout the establishment.

At the unusual hypothetical she would stir, the warm glow of flames dancing in her golden eyes as she remarks, "If they were trying to steal from their own business? Shit," she snorts in amusement, "Id grab a bucket and join the fray! Take anything with me I can carry, their stapler, too just to make a point."

She straightens atop bar stool then, her smirking lips remaining so as she adds, "But if they were trying to steal from me?"

Knowing eyes turn toward the ceiling, the sturdy cat walks built into the structural pillars throughout the large room carrying a lounging tiger-- each one about the comfortable, wide platforms or laying cuddled in expertly installed, sturdy nets. "Getting in is the easy part. Getting out alive? Now that's a hat trick."

@nixalegos

[susan-gampre]

Send my muse “What would you do if...” scenarios.

[susan-gampre]

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

The Madam would not attempt to maintain eye contact. Instead, with her shoulders squared and limbs tense she'd turn atop her stilettos with a certain grace, hips swaying in her silent retreat.

OOC ~

There are many scenarios that have played in my head in how to end the Madam's never ending story. Once, a couple years ago before the untimely hiatus, I had seriously considered allowing Susan to die in her sleep -- crippled, robbed and battered after the abduction story. It felt as though her reign as a valuable role in the WoW world had reached and surpassed it's peak. Ultimately that would not have been the worst possible future for her; a quiet pathetic death in itself wasn't something Sue deserved.

I believe the worst possible future that could happen to Susan Gampre is one that she herself is aware of and valiantly tries to prevent from happening:

Becoming Tilda Gampre, the original Madam/whore of Elwynn Forest -- A gruesome, violent and volatile woman who's greed and desire for the fabulous things overwhelmed her good business ethic or basic empathy for the lives of others. Tilda wasn't afraid to push the boundaries to obtain every drop of gold, to win herself every treasure and title in both fame and infamy.

Tilda sold her literal children's lives and squeezed the innocence from their throats, silencing their cries with one hand and swiped the bags of coin and jewels with her other. She battered her whores and employees nightly if the brothel wasn't booming in business, taxed her whores to the point of them being penniless and relying on whoring to survive. She put herself atop everyone else, and all suffered for it.

Susan made it her life's mission, after taking over the Brothel business at the ripe age of 17, to do everything different. From having savings accounts set up for whores in her employment so that whatever taxes they pay her a certain percentage is saved away for the day they officially pay her off and leave (that way they have starter funds to go where ever they desire), to the absolute law of no children within a hundred feet of the Brothel. Everything in between is the hard work of someone trying to destroy generational trauma from affecting the future.

She has tried so hard to avoid becoming Tilda by doing the bare minimum that her mother couldn't: Being as decent and reasonable as she is able to for such a battered, broken woman herself.

Thank you for the ask, @captzexx!

[susan-gampre]

'You'd never ignore or instigate the growls of a big cat in the woods; Keep that energy in my home, or else you get the fangs with no warning hiss.'

[susan-gampre]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

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DAILY WRITING CHALLENGE 2024 IS BACK!

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Day 1 - November 17 Haze, Sexy

Day 2 - November 18 Deceit, Eternal Day 3 - November 19 Morose, Strength

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[susan-gampre]

so um.. hands huh..

[susan-gampre]

“How do I know you won’t just stab me in the back?”- The First (( Suspicious Sentence Starters)

A harrowing stare was maintained at all times, eyes locked on the speaker as she rolled the situation around in her mind, shoulders subconsciously pulling backward to give the Madam straighter, proper posture. Her chin picked up, those golden irises staring down the tip of her nose as she assessed the man, regarding his question. It felt much too personal. Was this someone she needed to keep a close eye on? Someone to plot some heinous revenge against one day?

She purses her lips before finally shaking her head-- deciding to take an opportunity, doubting her suspicions, she looks much more reserved as she explains:

"I cannot guarantee a fuckin' thing. These days are so unpredictable, friends become strangers and lover becomes nemesis. What I can say is I do not so willingly and thoughtlessly destroy lives," she exhales sharply then, the tension in her shoulders remaining as she remarks, "I am a businesswoman before anything, but I'm not above certain... Petty tendencies or cruel intentions. However, these days," she clarifies, "I'm not as easy to spiral into turmoil. The finger isn't as trigger happy, shall we say, into tearing others down to the stitches. Far less people are allowed to be Anthrel's play thing until their untimely death. Age does that, allows for patience to grow. But as reasonable as I may be," she pauses, that hard stare returning-- The eyes of someone who'd seen much too much: "I do have my limits."

@thefirstperished

Mentioned: Anthrel herself, the beauty queen of the Brothel

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In the silence of their exchange Susan had all the more time to see the nuisances of the fellow beside her, the way his eye shifted in ways that she suspected dubious thoughts rolled around in his mind. The way he cradled his cigar like a wounded man shying away from the offering, the familiarity of the hesitation reminded her distinctly of herself. Only her taboo vice was a substance much more unhealthy-- Sue was most familiar with having found some other vice to falter the deep rooted desires for the more debilitating.

The woman straightened her posture, weight distributed evenly between her heels. She carried a partially solemn look before nodding to the initial lanky fellow of which whom, having read the Madam's wordlessly mouthed numeral expression, would begin to the delicate process of counting the contents of the Madam's personal pouch. Sue would fix her face before returning her harrowing stare unto Zexx.

The Candells, in Susan's experience, were strange creatures. So much stranger that the fellow's conviction to maintain some level of professionalism would have the Madam consider him carefully. What did he have to hide? Was it problematic to send this swashbuckler into the deepest darkest woods of Drustvar with her valuable baggage?

With a shake of her head she reaches to snatch up the forgotten shot, sending the glass backward to the tender before chuckling, refocusing on the 'cyclopes'.

"I don't expect you to need a babysitter, Candell. But that friend of a friend I mentioned between Vanburen and I? She's taken the trek once before now if you'd prefer a guide," she smiles slightly then, "Haela Balcyan is another monster hunter, but abit... Peculiar and violent. She may not be the wisest choice for delicacy but she and Lysandra have some kind of rapport that I respect. However, like I said: All I need is you to deliver the supplies and the letter, and return with a letter from Vanburen herself," she falters then, her head bobbing side to side as she adds stipulations, "Though I will concede, I'd greatly prefer all the bottles make it to their destination. No stolen bottles, no cracked bottles and certainly no shattered bottles."

For a moment the woman would quietly look on at Zexx, measuring his body language with the subtlety and calculation to guarding his expression. Strange evermore, full of secrets. But first and foremost, valuable and helpful! She'd offer him a guarded smile, stating with a sly take to her tone, " You're the professional, let me know your limitations and I will attempt to accommodate you. Im sure you're already familiar with the landscape, its abit rough but I have valuable insight that the road to the Vanburen's is more or less a straight line."

Then, with quiet precision, the lanky assistant leaned behind Zexx to place a sack of his upfront fee onto the bar directly in the fellow's reach before backing away.

@zexxcandell

Mentioned: @haela-balcyan

“Give me one good reason to trust you.”

The Madam's unruly golden irises held the eye of the fellow, a grim though amused smile entangling her glossy lips as a wry sarcastic question came forth to meet his pointed request:

"And here I hadn't supposed total trust was required in this equation. Well since you bring it up; How do you suppose I should trust you, wanderer?"

She leaned away from the bar, the palms of her hands holding her upright as with a swivel of her hips she dismounts the barstool from beside him, the full weight of her typically small stature bolstered by heels much too tall to be comfortable. She was still able to hold his gaze head on with this height advantage, a more direct tone taking place of her initial teasing one as she leans in closer, aiming for a discreet discussion:

"Ask yourself instead, what do you have to lose? All I'm asking is for a small favor from a familiar patron of mine, a simple delivery request," she gained a slight twinkle to her eye as she'd lean her elbows into the bar beside him, cocking her head whilst reviewing his facade for any kind of reaction as she probes, "If it's payment you're worried about, I'll pay a fourth of your fee upfront and the remainder upon evidence that you successfully delivered my goods to dear expectant Lady Vanburen-- Unless there's something alittle more rich in quality than plain gold youre seekin'? I'm open to negotiation."

In tow there were two finely dressed individual's with satchels in tote slung around their shoulders, their tailories of a finer quality than that of most servants, suggestive and revealing in design. To Candell this may look no different than most of the individuals of the notorious Sisters in Sin, only these two people actually wore outerwear fit for traveling. Both of them would lower their eyes and adjust their posture under Susan's stare.

"What say you, Mister Candell?"

Mentions: @captzexx @zexxcandell @eldridgecandell? which character do you want friend ;-;

Additional mention: @lysandra-vanburen

[susan-gampre]

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As though she were disappointed the Madam pouts her bottom lip, though a smile playfully curls the corners of her mouth as she surveys the woman with thoughtful consideration. Eventually Susan would wave her hand in a dismissive gesture, scoffing, "Honestly, Courier, here I was hoping you'd be a little creative, and not so sincerely good. So benevolent even your idea of being bad to the bone is so kind a gesture by how it sounds."

The madam would sigh, holding up the wine she'd been sipping not but moments beforehand, her eyes glimmering with mirth as she regales Safrona after a brief and casual look over, "And yet... Here I sit, unable to picture any other route of potential criminal behavior from you... I could see you committing vandalism or stealing, but all with intention behind it. Acting out against tyranny or graciously donating all mischievously occurred wealth to the needy."

The thought of it would cause the young woman to snicker, putting the matter to rest with a casual, "Despite it all, its safe to say the streets needn't be concerned for any inappropriate behavior from the dear courier any time soon!" She smiles devilishly then, teasing, "Shame, really. Such wasted naughty potential. "

@safrona-shadowsun

Sunday Asks!!

What kind of villianry does Miss Safrona wish were legal to perform? Could she be driven to conducting such criminal acts?

"Villainry," the Courier repeated with emphasis, making the word a little theatrical parody in itself. She laughed, thoroughly amused. "Really, Ms. Gampre? I realize I may look a little like your 'bad girl', but I'm not trying to scheme up dark plans in the local basement or steal away your children."

The void elf settled back into her professional calm to continue to explain. "I have spent too much of my life threading around civilization and supporting it, here on Azeroth, and beyond it. I like people. I like what they make, what they can do, the stories they give, the cultures they create." An impish smirk returned, eyes glinting in playful knowing. "The wine, yes?."

"Now. Would the doing away with faction favoritism in capital cities and racial law help make my job easier? I'm not saying it wouldn't. I'd love for a consideration to be given for any practitioner that proves their respect in every city enough to be trusted in it. But a good Courier finds her ways to operate successfully."

A sigh, and Safrona shook her head, setting a flat gaze on her company. "Let us make a deal, Ms. Gampre. If I ever go mad and think I should suddenly...what? Willfully destroy everything that I have helped to build and the connections I have forged? You have all the permission, along side my own husband, to end me, yourself. I'd be too miserable of a soul to continue on here."

{ @susan-gampre <3 Subtle mentions: @thefirstperished}

[susan-gampre]

❛ oh, don't be cute. ❜

"Cutes not really my forte," the maiden remarks, "I much prefer coy, maybe even coquettish."

With this the Madam would shove the heart shaped cake across the table closer to the devilish man. She has her head craned in such a way to comfortably stare into the depths of his cowl with the same ferocity as a tigress (also paired with the untempered rich gold color to Susans own eyes, it was almost uncanny), but her expression was much less intense. Just a pretty girl with striking eyes and a natural resting bitch face. She points a coffin shaped nail at the pastry :

"Oh but don't frown, darling. The writing is only partially heartfelt. Nor is it deterrence, just a cake made extra special for you."

With this the Madam offers a cheeky smile, waggling her brows. "Blood red velvet cake with a blood red buttercream frosting. Enjoy it, but don't expect another one anytime soon - Not unless you fuck up, to which it may next read 'Men are fucking stupid' or something a lil more kitchy."

@nixalegos

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