#Teekalos

[rudra-writes]

Pallas Meets Teekalos (Part 6)

In a library at Dalaran, Pallas the Anchorite meets Teekalos the Scribe. Teekalos belongs to his player.

Pallas nods. Teeks’s advice seems commonsense. “I promise I will be careful, and not let my curiosity get the better of me.”

He sips down the end of his hot cocoa, looking disappointed at his mug to have finished it all. Then he laughs, and squeezes Teeks’s hand. “Have I distracted us from figuring out what we might do next? I apologize, it’s been so long since I was taken out on a date.” His tail untwists, flicking merrily.

Teeks swirls the last of his coffee before he knocks it back like a shot. “Too early for dinner….A walk in the park? The Kirin Tor maintain fantastic gardens. How do you feel about topiary?”

Pallas smiles at the suggestion. “Karabor used to have wonderful gardens. They were very fragrant, with all the flowers. I would very much enjoy something similar to that, if it’s like that at all. I do like flowers.”

His tiny hooves rub together eagerly. Now that he’s mentally made up his mind that he’s going to try to move forward from Boros, and he knows this handsome young draenei man is interested in him, the priest is starting to look optimistic again.

“Then let us depart.” Teeks says, standing and using their joined hands to pull Pallas up as well.

Pallas rises from his chair gracefully with Teekalos’s assistance. In high spirits, he accompanies the other draenei as they walk out of the cafe.

It’s a pleasant stroll down Dalaran’s colorful streets to the closest park. Pallas tries not to stare too much at all the different races of Azeroth they encounter along the way. Some of them ride fantastic beasts, the likes of which he’s never seen before: Flame-colored dragonhawks, fearsome proto-drakes, and an exotic zhevra.

The priest even sees a death knight’s undead charger, its master having hitched it to a post, then departed on some grim errand. He feels something when he looks at it – is it fear? The primal admiration of a frightening, wild beast? He isn’t sure.

But soon enough, they reach Dalaran's central garden, and Pallas is distracted by the beautiful, sweet-scented flowers. Blooms of every color are growing luxuriously with the assistance of magical protection from the cold. Lazy, fat bumblebees float from one flower's cup to the next.

The Anchorite is delighted, leaning his face in to sniff the sweet lilacs, spicy lilies, and fragrant roses. "These are wonderful, Teekalos! I've not seen flowers so beautiful in years. There's many here I don't recognize." He laughs. "I may be starting to share your opinion of Dalaran after this."

“There are many here that I don’t recognize either, but they are still pretty to look at. Most of them have labels however, if you can’t stand not knowing.” Teeks points out the delicate stakes next to each type of flower, with a name in common and then an italicized name in the script mages typically used that told more about its properties and its familial relations.

The gardens are one of Teeks’s favorite places to wander when he needs some space to think, when the usual welcome bustle and noise of the crowd becomes too much. It’s a quiet place, even with the few other couples wandering around, everyone speaking a bit more softly to preserve the peace of this oasis in the heart of the city. Teeks smiles as Pallas flits from flower to flower like a pale cream-colored butterfly, happy to see him happy.

The variety of flowers and scents pleases Pallas greatly, and he returns to Teekalos's side with a goofy smile on his face. "Ah, it's so lovely! I wonder if Dalaran has a need for the work of Anchorites?"

He steps up to Teekalos, hesitates a moment, then attempts to hold the other draenei's teal blue hand. "I don't see too many other draenei... Do you get lonely for company of our own people in the city?"

Teeks raises an eyebrow at Pallas’s sudden bravery, but he pairs it with a smile, and squeezes Pallas’s hand comfortingly, walking alongside Pallas as they wind their way back through the gardens.

“Sometimes.” Teeks admits honestly. “Though it’s not too bad, being in the minority here. The worst thing I generally deal with is other races treating me like a living history book. You’d think they’d be used to it, the Sindorei and the Kaldorei are both incredibly long lived species for this planet, but there you have it. Dalaran always has need of Anchorites, being so close to Icecrown. There’s still a lot of loose undead that need to be dealt with.”

The reminder that Dalaran is indeed floating in a land still plagued by the undead causes Pallas's bright smile to falter. The mage city feels so civilized and safe. For a visitor like himself, who had come into the city through magical means, the rest of Icecrown is easy to forget.

Pallas looks up at the color of the tree leaves. "It's not easy to tell that it's autumn here... I understand the humans have a holiday for this season?"

“Several.” Teekalos brightens as he spends the next several minutes discussing the history and the various traditions of the people of this world, covering Brewfest and Hallow’s End as well as Thanksgiving. “...but I’m sure you don’t want to listen to me prattle on about harvest festivals. The beer garden here is pretty festive this time of year, and in truth some of these holidays run together into one long festival. It’s not as quiet as the cafe, but I’m assured they serve authentic Dwarven beers as well as several specialty brews of the owner, if you wanted to go try a few? We could get a flight and try a little bit of everything, if you don’t know what you like.”

Even though the harvest festivals are not traditional draenei holidays, Pallas seems plenty curious and willing to listen to Teekalos talk as much as he wishes to about them. “It’s quite all right,” he insists, when Teeks mentions the priest may not want to hear him speak at length about festivals. “I would like to hear more, they sound delightful.”

The Anchorite looks sunny and cheerful, holding Teeks’s hand and being exposed to new experiences, like the exotic flowers in the garden and the human holidays. It’s refreshing for him, something he may have needed after enduring the loss of Boros. “I would love to try the beer,” he agrees, not actually certain if he likes the taste of beer or not, but being more than willing to experiment. His tail bumps against Teeks’s tail in a way that may not have been accidental. Teekalos is attractive to him, worldly and sophisticated from Pallas’s point of view, and his merry mood enhances his excitement.

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[saronai]

Who loves candy corn, and who things it's an abomination on par with circus peanuts?

Wait…what are you saying?  This question confuses me.  Candy corn is absolutely an abomination (though I actually like the way it looks) but circus peanuts are delicious (though I can only eat a few at a time).

On a more serious note:

I just can’t bring myself to say any of my characters like it…Rena might like it for it’s bright sunny colours?  She and Bren probably are fine with it at least…poor orphans don’t really get good candy.  I’m pretty sure Rena is very white girl about Halloween though.  It’s all about the pumpkin flavoured everything mmm….Velurii is most likely to actually call it an abomination.  Exaggeration and all.  Oh my GOD you cheapskate, get some real candy.  Teeks, I need toilet paper for these people, the kids are slackin’ off this year.  You know your neighbors gave away full sized snickers right?  Just, don’t bother turning your light on next year, really.

[rudra-writes]

Pallas Meets Teekalos (Part 1)

In a library at Dalaran, Pallas the Anchorite meets Teekalos the Scribe. Teekalos belongs to his player.

It was just another day for Teekalos, who was glad to be back in Dalaran after spending some time at the other end of the world in Pandaria. He’d liked the pandaren well enough, their food was delicious and their hospitality was excellent, but he’d only been there for a brief research trip into their culture and how it compared to the myths and legends the other natives of Azeroth had of the Pandaren. He’d come back with journals full of notes and even a few copies of their histories, which he’d been very pleased to present to the head archivist at the Library at Dalaran, a stern-faced Quel’dorei woman named Lirael.

He’d spent his morning at the Cafe Du Monde, catching up with Angie, the owner, and enjoying, in his opinion, the best coffee in the city, and had just gotten into the Library proper when Aelatrel, who actually worked in the library and also happened to be his neighbor, handed him a stack of books and asked him to reshelve them on his way to the stacks, “Since he was going that direction.”

“What do you think I am, a pack mule? I’ll have you know I am an accomplished researcher, on *several* planets mind, and a patron of this…” He trails off as she’s already headed away from him, having dumped the books on him and immediately gone on to do something else with a harried expression. “Ok, but you owe me for this!” he calls out after her, heedless of the sharp glances from those around him. He sighs and looks down at the books she’d so hastily shoved at him, flipping through their titles. Beginnings of the Undead Threat in the North, The Differences in Necromantic Magics used among the Scourge, and so on in the same vein. “At least they’re all in one spot,” he mutters to himself, heading toward the section they belong without looking at the directory. He’s been here often enough to know the layout by heart, and isn’t even really looking where he’s going, instead flipping through the pages of what looks to be a treatise on the anatomical differences of undead constructs with a sort of horrified fascination.

Dalaran is a whimsical, fascinating place for Pallas. It's his first time here, and he has the look of a tourist, gazing up in appreciative wonder at the fanciful turrets and indulgent Mage construction and convenience of the city, an aesthetic he hasn't witnessed since leaving his wrecked homeland of Draenor. The inhabitants are equally strange. Many are high elves and humans, as to be expected, but Horde races make their harbor here as well, and although they don't generally mingle in the same areas, he has seen towering trolls and tauren walk past.

Pallas wishes he could look less conspicuous. He's small for a draenei, slender and not vastly taller than the humans and high elves, but his snow-white skin and hair cause him to stand out. He had eschewed his Anchorite's raiment in favor of black slacks and a violet silk shirt, the heavy winter coat he had worn on the way here carried in a satchel at his hip. His curling horns and long, twitching tail completed his alien look. He had spent a long time combing out his hair, which ran long and straight and glinted in the weak light of the Northern sun. A street vendor had sold him a tasty, tangy green fruit drink of a kind he'd never had before, and he sips it as he wanders along.

When the priest wanders into the library, he's faced with the conundrum of asking Lirael where he might find research about the work being done with the Ebon Blade. The severity of the woman causes him to feel distinctly self-conscious. "Um... I'm looking for information about the remnants of the Scourge... And the Ebon Blade...?" He winces slightly under her gaze, wondering if he's being judged for his interest. "It's purely academic."

Lirael waves him towards the appropriate section. Staring uncertainly up at the tall bookshelves that reach to the ceiling and require a ladder to climb, it's a small miracle that he manages not to walk right into Teekalos when the other draenei rounds a corner. He does pull up short, though. "Oh!" Is that another draenei? Light! Another of his own kind, he is saved!

Pallas steadies himself on his delicate hoofs, then smiles. "Hello. Do you work here?" Surely, with a stack of books so large, this other draenei must work in the library.

Teekalos, however, does not pull up short, and only looks up when he hears the soft “oh!” of exclamation from the other draenei, being too engrossed, or rather just plain grossed out from the illustration of an Abomination. He only barely manages to avoid a collision by sidestepping and grabbing the other man’s arm to steady the both of them.

Teeks snorts goodnaturedly at the question which morphs to a smile as he gets a look at who he’d almost run into. //Oh my, look at you, you pretty thing…// he thinks, his tail betraying him in an interested twitch, as well as some other, less noticeable parts of him. He’s thankful he thought to wear his longer coat today and hadn’t had time to take it off just yet, otherwise he’d be showing that interest quite prominently in his thin doeskin pants. He clears his throat to try and clear his mind of such inappropriate thoughts.

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? Aelatrel certainly seems to think so, but no, just a visitor who’s been gang-pressed into service.” He ends with a chuckle that brightens the glow of his eyes. “I know the place pretty well though, if you’ve gotten turned around I’m probably just as good as a *real* librarian from this place.” He realizes he’s still got a hand on the other draenei’s shoulder and lets him go with a pat. “I’m Teeks by the way.”

Pallas hadn't expected he might have to steady Teeks as the other draenei barely avoids running into him. The worst that happens is that his avocado-green fruit drink slops over and spills on the formerly spotless purple and gold trimmed library rug. "Are you all right? I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." The Anchorite apologizes before looking down at the juice mark on the rug. "Oh dear, I hope Lirael didn't see that."

At the introduction, the white draenei looks back up and into Teekalos's face, and smiles openly. "It's nice to meet you, Teeks. I'm Pallas." He offers a wrist to shake. The other draenei is very fashionably dressed, Pallas thinks; the sophisticated elegance of Dalaran suits him. "So you are here so often the real librarians ask you to help them?"

Teeks has to reposition some of the books in his arms so they don’t fall, but he takes Pallas’s hand as soon as he can and offers Pallas another broad smile. “No-no, I’m fine, it’s my fault really, I wasn’t exactly looking at where I was going! And I’ve made you spill your drink...which you really shouldn’t have in here, which - I don’t know how you got past the front doors with, now that I’m thinking about it. No matter.” When Pallas asks about ‘helping’ the library staff he laughs, warm and open. “Hah! Good one! Demands is more like it!” He shakes his head. “Anyway, did you need something?”

[rudra-writes]

Peekabren

This is an erotic piece I wrote for friends a few years back, after some joking that the characters would be hot together. The draenei scribe, Teekalos, brings a cute draenei priest, Pallas, home with him to Bren, his human boyfriend. Sexy times ensue. Advisory for sexual themes.

It’s late in the afternoon when Teekalos and Pallas return from the beer tasting festival in Dalaran. The young Anchorite’s inhibitions had lowered with the help of a drink or two, leading to him and Teeks becoming progressively more handsy. By the time they make it to Teeks’s apartment, the scribe is fumbling to pop the lock on the door open with the Anchorite wrapped around him, their lips joined in a relentlessly passionate kiss.

“Mmm!” Pallas responds to the kissing enthusiastically, not caring if they were making a scene in public. The priest is fast losing himself, and Teeks encourages it along, sucking on his tongue, delighting in the lingering taste of mead on his palate. He’s endearingly innocent and eager, and it only makes Teeks’s cock harden further to think how he’s going to look out of his robes, tousled and sweaty on his bed.

Teekalos has a huge grin on his face as he drags Pallas inside the doorway, eyeing the Anchorite’s flushed cheeks and parted lips. Light, he was bringing so much heady need into this. Teeks wants him, now, and he hopes that despite the lack of planning, Bren won’t be too nervous of the idea of this adorable draenei joining them for play.

Pressed up against Teekalos as he is, Pallas can feel the other draenei’s erection through his thin doeskin pants against his own. The contact drives him wild, makes him realize how long it’s been that he’s been intimate with another man, how much he craves it. “Teeks,” he whimpers, his white brows furrowed with intense need. The Anchorite grinds his hips against Teekalos’s, their erections catching and sliding together under their clothes. “I, I need more, please, more…”

Light, his begging made the situation so urgent. Teeks throws an arm around Pallas and ushers his new little boyfriend into his apartment. “Before we continue, Keche, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He smiles awkwardly. “I would have mentioned him sooner, but some impulsiveness just can’t be avoided, yeah...?”

At that moment, Bren turns into the living room sipping a cup of coffee. His brows rise up his forehead at the sight of the two draenei wrapped around each other. “Ehm, Teeks…?”

“Oh, Breanainn.” Teekalos steps forward to greet his beloved with a blinding smile and a kiss on the lips, dragging Pallas along with him.

The Anchorite looks up at Bren with a dopey smile, his eyes glazed over with lust. “Breanainn?”

“Just Bren is fine…” Bren leans into Teekalos’s kiss, surprised and faintly confused.

Teeks laughs. “I promise this won’t happen every day, Bren. Just, I bumped into him at the library, and, well… I was curious how you two’d get along?”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Pallas smiles at Bren. He’s only just slightly taller than the human, but more willowy. “I’m Anchorite Pallas.”

“Pallas.” Bren nods in return, his cheeks burning up.

Before things can get any more awkward, Teekalos pulls Bren towards him, distracting him effectively with a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue licking the human’s lips. He walks Bren backwards towards the bed, then encourages him to lie back.

Pallas needs no additional urging as he strips himself out of his priest’s habit, then pulls his silk shirt over his head and drops his pants. His modest erection is already half-hard at the sight of Teekalos and Bren kissing each other, slow and sensual.

Teeks tugs Bren’s shirt over his head, then runs his lips down Bren’s chest, flicking his tongue over a nipple on the way. He notices Pallas staring at them, entranced. A mischievous grin forms on his lips and he continues to nose his way down Bren’s body. Bren’s pants are quickly pulled down and discarded, Teeks’s warm hands steadily stroking the human’s growing erection.

Bren blushes at having someone watch them, but Teekalos’s lips feel so good and are so potent a distraction that he arches his back up with a forlorn groan, his eyes sliding closed. “Kal’e’nor, Teeks…”

Teekalos noses his way down in-between Bren’s legs with a happy hum. He licks his way down Bren’s shaft, ending with his lips around the head. Watching Pallas out of the corner of his eye, he pulls back just enough to flick and swirl his tongue around Bren’s glans, then moves forward, taking all of Bren’s cock in his mouth in one go. His cheeks hollow out as he sucks, making sure Pallas has an excellent view.

Pallas’s mouth pops open and his eyes widen at the sight of Bren’s hardening, saliva-slicked cock being nursed by Teekalos’s hungry mouth. His own cock twitches, going from semi to fully hard. The priest whimpers as he strokes himself, unable to tear his eyes from the sexy sight of Teeks working Bren’s cock.

Teeks slides his mouth off of Bren’s hard cock for a moment, then turns to Pallas. He invites the priest over with a come-hither tilt of his head. Pallas eeps, then steps over to the bed. Carefully, Pallas slides in next to Bren, holding the human lightly in his hands, and shyly starts to nibble and kiss at his cheek. Pallas’s long tail slides around to gently play with Bren’s balls, adding an additional layer of sensation.

Fuck, yes…! Teekalos continues to suck and lick enthusiastically at Bren’s cock while the sounds of both Bren and Pallas whimpering and moaning fill his ears. He moves one hand to take hold of Pallas’s erection, giving him a few good strokes. His other hand moves to palm his own balls. He muffles his moans on Bren’s cock.

Bren’s empathy picks up both Teeks’s and Pallas’s increasing arousal. He feels both Teeks’s interest in him as well as his excitement at the novelty of the situation, and Pallas’s intense sense of need, of wanting to be touched and filled. Pallas bucks his hips and his cock into Teekalos’s hand, whimpering. He turns his head to catch Bren’s lips in a kiss, their hands caressing each other as they whimper into each other’s mouths.

While Pallas and Bren get better acquainted, Teekalos pulls off of Bren’s cock to fetch the oil from the nightstand. He grins at the sight of his two boyfriends making out with each other on his bed, gasping and whimpering. Teeks warms some slick on his palm, then takes hold of Pallas’s and Bren’s cocks together in his hand, rubbing them both. It causes the Anchorite and the human to moan together in a way that Teekalos finds delightful.

By this point, Teeks’s own cock is aching, and he’s ready to join in on this little tryst. He leans over Bren on the bed, nips his earlobe, and whispers into it. “What would you like, Bren? Would you like to be in-between us? Or perhaps… you fucking me, while I fuck Pallas?”

Kal’e’nor… Bren groans at the mental imagery. In-between? Or while Teeks fucks… He raises his eyes to look into Teekalos’s face, then strokes his cheek with a hand. “I just want to make you happy, Teekalos,” Bren replies with a small smile.

Teekalos grins. “Oh, you definitely make me happy, Bren.” He slicks a finger with the oil, moving it underneath Pallas’s soft rump, circling the little priest’s entrance. His other hand wanders over Bren’s chest, pinching a nipple.

Pallas whimpers and moans, Teeks’s finger in such a sensitive location causing him to squirm on the bed. “I don’t care what we do, I need one of you inside me!” he cries.

Fuck… Teeks groans at Pallas’s neediness, then leans over Bren’s crotch, taking the human’s cock back into his mouth and beginning to bob in earnest. His other hand slides a finger into Pallas’s entrance and starts to massage his prostate.

‘I’m going to climb up on the bed, then can you get behind me, Bren?’ Teekalos sends to Bren mentally. He pulls off of Bren’s cock with a wet pop, leaving a kiss on the human’s stomach. Teeks quickly strips off his own pants and shirt, then joins Pallas and Bren on the bed. He hurriedly works himself open with the oil while Pallas settles on his hands and knees. When Pallas is in position, Teeks uses his other hand to stroke two fingers inside the priest’s pert, cute butt.

Pallas throws his head back and moans, his eyes sliding shut as Teekalos’s fingers twist inside of him. Every brush to his prostate causes his hips to jerk.

Too turned on to think about what’s happening in great detail, and flooded with the feedback of the two draeneis’ arousal, Bren positions himself at Teekalos’s back, kissing and nibbling at his shoulders. The human slicks up his cock with the oil, then begins to frot the tip against the crease of Teeks’s backside. The sight and feel of his cock sliding against Teeks’s cleft leaves him gasping. “Teeks…!”

“Mm, that’s it, Bren.” Teekalos turns his head, catching Bren’s mouth in a sensual kiss. His hips rock back against Bren’s cock, encouraging and eager. Teeks uses one hand to stroke through Bren’s curly hair, the other continuing to work Pallas open. The scribe releases Bren’s mouth then, turning to focus on Pallas. He caresses up and down the Anchorite’s soft arms, then rolls his hips forward, the head of his cock pressing against Pallas’s entrance. “Ready, Keche?”

Pallas bites his lip and nods, his thighs quivering. Teekalos takes hold of Pallas’s hips, sinking into the priest in one long smooth slide. A grin settles on his face at how good it feels, being balls deep in his cute Anchorite, who cries out and arches back in response.

Behind him, Bren copies his actions, taking hold of Teeks’s hips to push the head of his aching cock into Teekalos. Pallas and Bren gasp loudly as they press against Teeks between them, Pallas moving backwards, and Bren forwards. Teeks moans obscenities in Draenei as he’s sandwiched between his two lovers, cock twitching hard inside Pallas.

For a moment, the three of them are still, gasping at the feeling of cocks being squeezed, or of themselves being filled, or in Teeks’s case, both at once. Teeks gives Bren a little mental nudge to get them going. “Fuck me, Bren…”

Yes… Bren rolls his hips forward, thrusting deep into Teekalos, beginning to set a pace. Each thrust from Bren pushes Teeks deeper into Pallas, who is soon moaning as Teeks’s cock stretches him. The heightened sensations reverberate back through their joining, causing Bren’s eyes to slide shut with a moan.

Teeks’s frenum piercing catches exquisitely inside of Pallas, and the scribe licks his lips, concentrating on hitting the Anchorite’s prostate with each thrust. He uses the end of his tail to fondle around Bren’s balls, circling them with the tip. It spurs harder and quicker thrusts from Bren, jerking both Teekalos and Pallas underneath him back and forth. Teeks reaches underneath Pallas to grab his cock, stroking it in time to their movements.

His jaw slack, Pallas turns his head to peer up at Bren behind him. The human is straining furiously into Teekalos, holding the teal draenei’s hips and bringing them back against his own hips with each thrust. Each push causes Teeks’s cock to press even more deeply into Pallas, the piercing rubbing up inside of him, Teeks’s balls slapping against Pallas’s bottom.

Feeling the head of Teeks’s cock repeatedly pressing against his prostate, and Teeks nipping along his neck, stroking his cock with an oil-slickened hand, Pallas cums first, tightening down on Teekalos with a wail. Teekalos smiles as he feels Pallas’s cock pulsing, then claims the Anchorite’s lips in a heady kiss, wanting to swallow his sounds.

The sight of Teeks and Pallas kissing underneath him does Bren in as well, his brows furrowing in pleasure as he cums inside of Teekalos, slamming into him where they’re joined. It’s enough to push Teeks over the edge as well, groaning into Pallas’s mouth as he’s fucked, coming inside the Anchorite.

The three of them collapse forward on the bed.

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Teekalos sighs in contentment, sliding out of Pallas. He reaches one arm out to curl around Bren, the other around the Anchorite. The scribe places a kiss on Bren’s lips and ruffles his hair, then pets Pallas’s side. “Mmm… That was amazing.”

Pallas mumbles something dozily and smiles, while Bren grins somewhat self-consciously, kissing Teeks in return.

“I think a warm bath would be a most excellent idea right about now. Coming, you two?” Teeks grins charmingly, and the three of them are soon lounging in Teekalos’s scented bathtub.

[rudra-writes]

Pallas Meets Teekalos (Part 5)

In a library at Dalaran, Pallas the Anchorite meets Teekalos the Scribe. Teekalos belongs to his player.

The Anchorite rubs his eyes. Why did he have to ruin what could have been a fun date? He shakes his head again. “It’s been seven years. I can’t go on the way I’ve been. I didn’t want to go out… Didn’t want to leave Azuremyst. A lot of the places on this planet, are new to me.”

“Well,” Teeks says, letting go of his horn to run a hand over the top of his teal hair, some of his enthusiasm returning, though his expression is still sheepish. “I’d say you picked the best city to start your reintroduction to society.”

“And,” Teeks swallows, pressing forward. “If you’ll overlook my first, overly familiar proposal, perhaps I could convince you to agree to a much more tame, traditional sort of first date?” Some of his smirk returns as he adds. “It’ll leave us something to work up to.”

It's true - Pallas had been a shut-in for a lengthy amount of time. Fortunately, he still had his three sisters to keep him company on Azuremyst, and they gave him something to do, and something else to think about.

Now, having ventured off of Azuremyst to explore and attempt to do more with his life, Pallas has met an interesting new person. He raises his eyes to Teekalos's again, and this time he doesn't look away. A small smile forms again on his pallid face. His tail starts to fidget. The priest has the look of someone who wants to accept.

The end of his tail twists into a knot around itself, as if trying to self-comfort, and he leans forward slightly. "I would like that very much." He bites his lip, still smiling in a hesitantly optimistic manner. "It doesn't have to be too tame. I was the one who suggested the brothel, after all." He laughs shyly. "But this, is nice."

“Moderate tameness. Check.” Teeks answers with a broad grin. He sees the way Pallas’s tail curls around itself and stretches his hand palm up across the table, offering touch to the other draenei if he wants it. “Any other pitfalls you wanna warn me about, Pallas?”

Pallas laughs, looking a little easier now that the weight of what had been heavy on his mind for years has finally been spoken of. "None that I can think of. If my interest in death knights isn't a turn-off."

He looks at Teekalos's preferred hand, then offers his own hand to be held.

Teeks gives the hand in his a small squeeze. “I won’t judge the titles of your books if you don’t judge mine. Deal?”

Pallas blushes once more at the squeeze to his hand; this blush, however, looks decidedly happier. He laughs, "Why? Just what sort of books are you checking out, that I would be judgmental of them?"

“Ah ah ah, that’s not how this game works.” Teekalos teases, shaking the forefinger of his free hand at Pallas. “Though nothing so murderous as death knights, I’ll tell you that.”

"I'm not a murderous or violent person," Pallas replies, backpedaling a little, as if he were legitimately concerned his interest in reading about death knights could somehow be construed as violent or problematic.

“No, I didn’t think you were.” Teeks says, giving Pallas an odd look that he soon shakes off. “You’ll see a fair share of them here, but I don’t recommend approaching. They were easier to deal with before the fall of the Lich King - more single minded, at least - and I guess now most of the berserkers or the ones who didn’t care what they killed are mostly taken care of, but I wouldn’t call any of them nice.”

Pallas nods. Teeks's advice seems commonsense. "I promise I will be careful, and not let my curiosity get the better of me."

He sips down the end of his hot cocoa, looking disappointed at his mug to have finished it all. Then he laughs, and squeezes Teeks's hand. "Have I distracted us from figuring out what we might do next? I apologize, it's been so long since I was taken out on a date." His tail untwists, flicking merrily.

Teeks swirls the last of his coffee before he knocks it back like a shot. “Too early for dinner….A walk in the park? The Kirin Tor maintain fantastic gardens. How do you feel about topiary?”

Pallas smiles at the suggestion. "Karabor used to have wonderful gardens. They were very fragrant, with all the flowers. I would very much enjoy something similar to that, if it's like that at all. I do like flowers."

His tiny hooves rub together eagerly. Now that he's mentally made up his mind that he's going to try to move forward from Boros, and he knows this handsome young draenei man is interested in him, the priest is starting to look optimistic again.

“Then let us depart.” Teeks says, standing and using their joined hands to pull Pallas up as well.

Pallas rises from his chair gracefully with Teekalos's assistance. In high spirits, he accompanies the other draenei as they walk out of the cafe.

It's a pleasant stroll down Dalaran's colorful streets to the closest park. Pallas tries not to stare too much at all the different races of Azeroth they encounter along the way. Some of them ride fantastic beasts, the likes of which he's never seen before: Flame-colored dragonhawks, fearsome proto-drakes, and an exotic zhevra.

The priest even sees a death knight's undead charger, its master having hitched it to a post, then departed on some grim errand. He feels something when he looks at it -- is it fear? The primal admiration of a frightening, wild beast? He isn't sure.

[rudra-writes]

Pallas Meets Teekalos (Part 4)

In a library at Dalaran, Pallas the Anchorite meets Teekalos the Scribe. Teekalos belongs to his player.

Teeks smirks as he takes a bite of the pie. A goody two-shoes, as the humans would say, but he finds he likes the honesty, and how easy it is to fluster the other draenei. Cute to boot, and already let slip he preferred males. Teeks’s grin widens as he wonders just how innocent Pallas is, and if he might come home with him.

Pallas looks back up at Teekalos and wrinkles his nose. “What do you like to do for fun here? Surely a cosmopolitan city such as this has a variety of entertainments?”

He remembers walking by one such “entertainment”, a fancy blood elf brothel with scantily clad male and female elves advertising outside. Thinking about the place causes him to blush.

“Oh, I’m boring that way, give me a book and a quiet place and I do just fine. Mostly I’m either found here or the library, though sometimes the mages put on shows, proving their skills at illusions…” Teeks pauses as he looks up and meets Pallas’s gaze, raising an eyebrow at the blush. “Just what sort of entertainments are you thinking of, Anchorite Pallas?”

"Oh, nothing!" Pallas blurts, looking flustered when he realizes Teekalos has seen his blush. He tries to disguise his face by sipping his hot chocolate, closing his eyes in rapture at the sweet taste.

"...Well..." he amends, eyeing Teeks uncertainly, "I did see some things that looked a little... risque? Involving the elves..." His eyes slide down to the table top. He wonders if mentioning the fact that he hasn't been with anyone since he lost Boros years ago, is too personal a thing to say for this conversation.

“The brothels?” Teeks eyebrows shoot up as he whispers his response, leaning forward with a look that’s a cross of scandalized and intrigued. “My, my, Anchorite Pallas, what an utterly scandalous suggestion! I may go to a burlesque or two, but I can assure you I don’t need to take any of them home!”

"That's not--I didn't mean to suggest going there to take someone home," the Anchorite stutters, feeling very much in over his head. "I don't even really like blood elves."

Pallas wishes he wasn't so awkward. Other draenei, such as the one sitting across from him now, surely didn't say such ludicrous things, and accidentally offend the person they were talking to. Just because he might be making a new friend, didn't mean he should assume said friend might want to do anything sexy with him, such as see a burlesque show. It's just been so long since Pallas has seen or done anything remotely enjoyable, or that brought him happiness, in that vein.

Teeks lets Pallas sweat for a second or two, thinking he’s really so easily offended, before he leans back with a broad smirk. “Besides….I think if you put your mind to it there’s a better solution to that particular problem….”

It takes Pallas a moment to realize Teekalos seems to be suggesting something else entirely. The priest blinks, his brow furrowing ever so slightly on his white skin. "What are you suggesting?"

“What do you think I’m suggesting?” Teekalos counters, smirk still firmly in place, his eyes glittering with amusement.

"I, I don't know." Pallas laughs nervously. He sips his hot chocolate again to give himself time to consider what to say next. What sort of 'problem' is Teekalos suggesting? And what was better than a blood elf burlesque show? "Are you trying to tell me there's also a... a draenei burlesque place?" His cheeks darken even further. Why are they still talking about this?

Teeks lets his eyes wander over the parts of Pallas that he can see, and chuckles at his suggestion.

“A draenei burlesque? I think there’s one around somewhere, why, would you like to go?” Teeks asks, hiding his smile behind his coffee. /He’s really cute when he blushes.../ he thinks to himself, and he finds he likes the way Pallas looks with a blush on his cheeks. It makes him think of what the other draenei might look like out of all those proper robes, flush with desire.

“It would definitely be a memorable first date….” Teeks thinks to add, the tip of his tail curling and uncurling in the space beside his chair.

"First date?" Pallas squeaks, his slender hands nervously readjusting themselves on his cup of hot cocoa. The Anchorite has been looking progressively more skittish throughout this conversation. His pale blue eyes steal glances at Teekalos's face.

"I don't know if I would like to go," he replies honestly, then takes a deep, shaky breath. "My husband passed away, back on Draenor. I've been trying to convince myself that I'm okay since then." He swallows.

Teeks’s easy demeanor vanishes in an instant, replaced with sorrow and genuine concern. He pulls his lower lip in and runs a hand up his forehead to grip one of the pair of short, recurved horns jutting from his modest crest.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Pallas, I just thought…” He sighs. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge up bad memories. I just thought you were cute when you blush and figured I might as well try my chances…I’ve been told before I’m a bit brash...”

Pallas quickly shakes his head. "It's all right," he reassures Teekalos, although he doesn't look entirely all right, as his eyes have become moist. "I'm happy that you think that about me. Because I like you, too."

The Anchorite rubs his eyes. Why did he have to ruin what could have been a fun date? He shakes his head again. "It's been seven years. I can't go on the way I've been. I didn't want to go out... Didn't want to leave Azuremyst. A lot of the places on this planet, are new to me."

“Well,” Teeks says, letting go of his horn to run a hand over the top of his teal hair, some of his enthusiasm returning, though his expression is still sheepish. “I’d say you picked the best city to start your reintroduction to society.”

“And,” Teeks swallows, pressing forward. “If you’ll overlook my first, overly familiar proposal, perhaps I could convince you to agree to a much more tame, traditional sort of first date?” Some of his smirk returns as he adds. “It’ll leave us something to work up to.”

[rudra-writes]

Pallas Meets Teekalos (Part 3)

In a library at Dalaran, Pallas the Anchorite meets Teekalos the Scribe. Teekalos belongs to his player.

Pallas laughs. “I suppose it must be a yes! I admit, I am enjoying the atmosphere of Dalaran; a trip to a cafe and some good company would only make it better.” The priest tries not to allow himself to become bashful in the face of this unexpected detour. The other draenei looks about a similar age as himself, and seems quite worldly and sociable.

The Anchorite feels rather less interested in his research now that he’s met this chatty and interesting new person. He reads over the spines, and quickly takes out a few tomes that look interesting and informative. “Light, this one’s bound in black leather and all of the pages are black! It’s written in glowing blue ink. Look!” Pallas shows Teekalos the particularly grim book about death knights, and he shivers. “It looks like it’s good information… Oh dear, runes of pain? Circles of defilement? Commanding bone wraiths? Ohhh, I feel as if I’ll be cursed if I read this. Dalaran doesn’t carry cursed books in its library, does it?”

"What? No." Teeks scoffs as he looks up from where he's replacing the last of the books Aelatrel had handed him earlier.

Pallas carries the black book to the front desk with him in spite of its scariness. "I feel quite ready to go to this cafe now."

Teeks had followed Pallas back to the front desk and placated the librarian there-not Aeletrel, but another, less friendly older Queldorei, that of course Pallas would return the book promptly, and why yes of course he lives here, Pallas is staying with him for a while, isn't he? With a pointed glare and a slap of his tail to the other man's thigh should he deny this falsehood. They make it out of the library with Teeks in high spirits, grinning and once again with an arm slung around Pallas's shoulders as they head back toward the cafe.

"Seriously," Teeks says, turning to spear Pallas with an equally serious look. "You have to return that book or they really will murder me in my sleep."

Pallas blushes faintly and swallows when Teekalos goes through a deal of extra trouble to allow him to leave the library with the creepy book about death knights.

"You didn't have to do all of that," he replies, but it's a token protest at best, and the little white draenei is soon smiling almost conspiratorially in response to Teeks's grin. He laughs gaily in response to the severity of Teeks's statement. "I shall take extra good care of it for you."

Pallas quickly forgets about the book's spookiness as he and Teeks make their way to the cafe. He looks high-spirited now, delighted even, to be shown such interest and invited back to a classy cafe with this handsome fellow. His cheeriness is enough that he becomes comfortable with Teeks's arm around his shoulders. "What a convenient city, to have a cafe and a library so close together. I could become used to this." He laughs, then blushes faintly. "City living is far nicer when you know someone, isn't it? Although I wonder how interesting you will find me. I'm a part of the priesthood."

Pallas makes a draenei sign of the priesthood on his chest in mock solemnity. "Very devout."

Teeks rakes his eyes pointedly over Pallas, one eyebrow raised in amused disbelief at his words. “I’m sure.” He says with a smirk. “I bet you’re the type to sneak in illicit materials when the senior Anchorites aren’t looking. It’s a needed profession, but I don’t miss it. Too many pointless rules. Cafes and libraries are often found together, in my experience, and I’d rather deal with a librarian any day over my old teachers.”

They reach the cafe a few moments later, Cafe Du Monde being only a stone's throw from the library. If Angie thinks it’s odd that Teeks has returned so quickly with another draenei in tow she doesn't say, though she does wink at him when she shoos them off to a table before turning to make their drinks. Teeks chooses one of the tables near the front windows since they intend to talk, where they can watch the passersby.

“So Pallas…” Teeks says, leaning toward him with his forearms on the table. “How long are you in Dalaran for?”

Pallas snorts good-naturedly. "Do I look like the type that sneaks in illicit books?" His face colors then, and he waves a hand dismissively. "Well... It might have happened. Until I met my late husband, I was quite lonely. Light rest his soul."

The Anchorite looks over the coffee and drinks menu with some apprehension. He's not ordered from a cafe offering such a wealth of choices in a long time. Ever since his flight from the original Karabor back on their own instance of Draenor, times have not always been easy for him. "What would you recommend?" Pallas raises his eyes back up to Teeks's. Then he smiles and replies to the other draenei’s question, "I had been meaning to do some research on the psychological and physical condition of members of the Ebon Blade. This being Northrend, the library here seemed like a good place to start."

The priest shakes his head faintly. "I don't know if I dare attempt to interview a death knight." His thoughts briefly went to the surly, purple-skinned undead draenei death knight who had helped him back on the alternate Draenor. He did not look very friendly... The library was probably a safer way to begin.

"Anyway, I was expecting I might stay anywhere between a few days to a week, depending." Pallas tries to suppress a smile. "Although I could be convinced to stay longer... Yourself?"

Teeks laughs, and holds up two fingers to the brunette behind the counter, then tilts his head toward Pallas and shakes his head subtly, knowing Angie will know not to give Pallas his usual order.

“I have an apartment just down the street.” he explains, in answer to Pallas’s spoken and unspoken question. He touches the Anchorite on the arm and points to a table near the window overlooking the street. “I do travel enough that I’m only marginally considered a resident here, but it’s nice to have a place to call home, and a floating magical city is about the best this world can offer.” "Is Dalaran really the best city this world has to offer, in your opinion?" Pallas asks, genuinely curious, as he's led to the table the other draenei indicates. Teeks's usual appearance and manner cause him to blush - his smirk, his trendy clothes. The Anchorite finds himself wishing he could be as hip. It wasn't something he usually thought about.

"I take it there's a good draenei tailor here?" Pallas asks as he sits down. "Your clothes are, um... I haven't seen another draenei dressed so well in a while, to be honest." He laughs shyly.

“There’s a Sindorei who tolerates my endless need of custom alterations.” He says with a bit of a laugh as he sits down, perhaps to cover for the tinge of blue that colors his cheeks. “She’s pretty good, yeah? And there have to be some that disagree with me, and you can make arguments for some of the other major cities…. Darnassus, the Shrines in Pandaria, maybe even Silvermoon, though I’ve never been, but Dalaran, this is a city that was built upon magic, for mages and scholars to study and pursue their crafts, and to me that will always make it better than the others.”

It's difficult to tell with Teek's natural teal skin tone, and Pallas isn't sure if he's seeing what he wants to see versus what's actually there, but the priest is fairly certain he saw a blush on the other draenei's cheeks. The thought that he can cause such a confident individual to blush, even if only a little, fills him with a sense of delighted pride that pushes him outside of his reservations and shyness.

The Anchorite's tail starts to flick interestedly. "Do you have any affinity for magic yourself?" he asks. He fights the urge to bounce his leg or otherwise show a nervous reaction in the face of his smartly-dressed new friend.

“Might’ve been better if I had. No. Tried being an Anchorite for a while, that never really worked out either.” He pauses to take his coffee from Angie and raises his brows at the large slice of banana creme pie that she sets down along with the drinks. Angie just winks at him and heads back to the bar to help her other customers. Teeks shrugs and offers Pallas one of the forks.

“Anyways, turns out ‘scholar’ is still a valid profession here, and I’m a fair hand at it to boot. Better than healing and giving righteous sermons about living with the Light.” He smirks as he takes a forkful of pie, waving it as he speaks. “So, another reason I call Dalaran home. Best libraries on the planet.”

Pallas happily accepts the dessert fork, slicing into the pie and nibbling. He’s opted to have a hot chocolate for his own drink. The combination of hot chocolate with banana creme pie is starting to give him a sugar rush.

“I suppose everyone has their personal strengths,” he laughs. “I’m quite content with being an Anchorite, I find it a rewarding profession. Difficult, at times,” Pallas amends, his eyes lowering, “Due to the nature of the work, but I gain a lot of personal satisfaction from helping others.”

Teeks smirks as he takes a bite of the pie. A goody two-shoes, as the humans would say, but he finds he likes the honesty, and how easy it is to fluster the other draenei. Cute to boot, and already let slip he preferred males. Teeks’s grin widens as he wonders just how innocent Pallas is, and if he might come home with him.

Pallas looks back up at Teekalos and wrinkles his nose. “What do you like to do for fun here? Surely a cosmopolitan city such as this has a variety of entertainments?”

He remembers walking by one such “entertainment”, a fancy blood elf brothel with scantily clad male and female elves advertising outside. Thinking about the place causes him to blush.

"Oh, I'm boring that way, give me a book and a quiet place and I do just fine. Mostly I'm either found here or the library, though sometimes the mages put on shows, proving their skills at illusions..." Teeks pauses as he looks up and meets Pallas's gaze, raising an eyebrow at the blush. "Just what sort of entertainments are you thinking of, Anchorite Pallas?"

[rudra-writes]

Pallas Meets Teekalos (Part 2)

In a library at Dalaran, Pallas the Anchorite meets Teekalos the Scribe. Teekalos belongs to his player.

Pallas hadn’t expected he might have to steady Teeks as the other draenei barely avoids running into him. The worst that happens is that his avocado-green fruit drink slops over and spills on the formerly spotless purple and gold trimmed library rug. “Are you all right? I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you.” The Anchorite apologizes before looking down at the juice mark on the rug. “Oh dear, I hope Lirael didn’t see that.”

At the introduction, the white draenei looks back up and into Teekalos’s face, and smiles openly. “It’s nice to meet you, Teeks. I’m Pallas.” He offers a wrist to shake. The other draenei is very fashionably dressed, Pallas thinks; the sophisticated elegance of Dalaran suits him. “So you are here so often the real librarians ask you to help them?”

Teeks has to reposition some of the books in his arms so they don’t fall, but he takes Pallas’s hand as soon as he can and offers Pallas another broad smile. “No-no, I’m fine, it’s my fault really, I wasn’t exactly looking at where I was going! And I’ve made you spill your drink…which you really shouldn’t have in here, which - I don’t know how you got past the front doors with, now that I’m thinking about it. No matter.” When Pallas asks about ‘helping’ the library staff he laughs, warm and open. “Hah! Good one! Demands is more like it!” He shakes his head. “Anyway, did you need something?”

Pallas looks cheerful at meeting Teekalos and at the conversation. His pleasant mood causes his face to brighten like a flower. At least, until Teeks mentions he probably shouldn't have a drink in the library, which causes his white eyebrows to tilt with guilt. Of course, he should have known better, but Dalaran had been so overwhelming, and his thoughts had been all over the place when he had walked inside.

"I'll just have to be careful with what's left... Really, they are so demanding towards you? That hardly sounds grateful." He speaks this humorously, his lips forming a wry sort of expression.

Then Teekalos asks if Pallas is looking for something. "Oh, yes, I was, ah..." The white draenei hesitates. Should he tell Teeks the real reason he came into the library? What will his potential new friend think of the fact that he might want to read about Scourge, and abominations against the Light, and horrible, gruesome, (but misunderstood?) death knights? Pallas chews on his bottom lip, until he catches sight of the title of one of the books Teeks is holding. His eyes widen. "Oh, what's that you're carrying?"

“Nah,” Teeks replies, looping his newly freed arm around the shorter draenei’s shoulders in a friendly way and herding him in the direction he was heading, intending to reshelve as they spoke.  “You get used to it, and Aelatrel’s my neighbor, so it’s more like….demanding a favor from a friend.”

He tilts the spines of the books in his other arm Pallas’s direction when the other man asks with a shrug. “Just a bunch of stuff that I’ve been tasked with reshelving, because ‘it was on the way.’” Teeks wrinkles his nose and plays into the put upon patron act he’s got going on.

Pallas hunches his shoulders slightly, but looks pleased, when Teeks puts his arm around his shoulders. Apart from his three sisters, no one has physically touched him in any form in years. As an Anchorite, his relationships with other draenei have all been professional, since the crash of the Exodar and the years he spent in mourning on Azuremyst. Although he is now coming out of the mourning process, exploring Azeroth as a part of it, bonds with other people are something he is still trying to form.

"I see, I see. Have you lived in Dalaran long?" Pallas chatters in Draenic, thankful for the excuse to use his native language again. "Well, I was looking for, erm..." Back to this uncomfortable revelation. "I might take an interest in studying, um... Well, it's kind of unusual." Pallas looks at Teekalos helplessly. He's going to alienate his new friend, he just knows it.

Teeks raises an eyebrow at Pallas’s stammering. He guesses it might be because of the arm he’d slung over his shoulder, his flinch at odds with the pleased expression Pallas had sported afterwards. Perhaps it was just that the other draenei was unused to physical touch. “Unusual how?” He prods, his lips curled into a smirk. “No reason to be shy, I’ve done all sorts of *unusual* research….let me guess, something of the...ah, physical nature perhaps? Got a lady you’re trying to impress?”

Teekalos's guess is so far off from what the answer actually is that Pallas's head jerks up, his eyes wide and his elegant lips falling open in an expression of barefaced surprise. His white cheeks start to tinge cornflower blue. "What? N-no, nothing like that!"

The priest shakes his head, then laughs in embarrassment. It doesn't escape him that Teeks suggested such a topic of study himself, and that he's done /all sorts/ of research himself. What could he mean by such an inference? Pallas wonders if the other draenei has had many seductions. Fucking pretty high elves or humans in Dalaran, men as handsome as Teeks is, or maybe attractive women of other races, women who might never have before experienced what a draenei's cock might feel like inside of them, with its soft ridges... Why is he thinking about this? Pallas quickly shakes his head again.

"Ah, no, certainly not. I don't really swing that way, you see. I mean, I think women often look very aesthetically pleasing, but I've never felt anything beyond that." The question catches him so much by surprise that he forgets to mention what the real answer actually is.

Teekalos’s answering grin to that statement is broad enough to nearly split his face. “Oh really?” He asks, trying not to let his libido go to his head at the sudden and specific confirmation that Pallas isn’t interested in women, which leads Teeks to conclude he must be interested in men. He pulls Pallas in, almost a side-hug, and pats him on the back as he lets go of Pallas now that they’re headed the right direction and the other man seems to be following him. “Does that mean I stand a chance of you agreeing to let me make it up to you that I spilled your drink?” He asks with a lopsided smile. “I know a great cafe just up the road…”

"Oh--You do?" Tail swishing inquisitively and with a sort of nervous flutter, Pallas follows Teekalos's lead. "You don't have to feel bad about that, I shouldn't have had a drink in the library to begin with, but... a cafe sounds lovely, I passed one on the way here and it smelled wonderful. There was a bakery right beside, with fresh cinnamon rolls and breads..." The priest imagines such confections wistfully. They are far different from what he is used to, working at churches and soup kitchens around Azeroth, and his temple prior to that. "I can see why you make your home here, even if it's so far away from everywhere else."

Pallas decides that perhaps it’s safe for him to reveal his real reason for coming into the library. "Actually, I wanted to research about the Ebon Blade... I met one of them while working, and his condition was so strange to me."

“Cafe Du Monde?” He asks, starting to ramble himself. “That’s the one I’m thinking of. Owner’s a real sweetheart, and they make some of the best pies around. It’s a bit lonely here, but there’s enough of us exiles around to make the Azerothians comfortable and not gawp at my hooves while I’m trying to ask a question...Was that a yes, by the way?” He smirks, and doesn’t let Pallas get a word in before he continues.

“Ebon Blade, huh? Pretty grim topic, but lucky for you, we’re headed in the right direction, all the information on them is filed under the Scourge, and that’s where we’re headed.” He hefts his stack of books a bit higher. “Ah, here we are, you should look on that shelf over there, I think the Ebon stuff starts around 606.66? or 616.66, I can never remember....” Teeks gestures vaguely to the other side of the row that he’s looking at, muttering the numbers on the spines till he comes to the gap for his first book.

Pallas laughs. "I suppose it must be a yes! I admit, I am enjoying the atmosphere of Dalaran; a trip to a cafe and some good company would only make it better." The priest tries not to allow himself to become bashful in the face of this unexpected detour. The other draenei looks about a similar age as himself, and seems quite worldly and sociable.

The Anchorite feels rather less interested in his research now that he's met this chatty and interesting new person. He reads over the spines, and quickly takes out a few tomes that look interesting and informative. "Light, this one's bound in black leather and all of the pages are black! It's written in glowing blue ink. Look!" Pallas shows Teekalos the particularly grim book about death knights, and he shivers. "It looks like it's good information... Oh dear, runes of pain? Circles of defilement? Commanding bone wraiths? Ohhh, I feel as if I'll be cursed if I read this. Dalaran doesn't carry cursed books in its library, does it?"

[saronai]

What is Velurii's favorite food - and how far would they go to get it?

Velurii answers:  Almost aaaanything on a stick with a kick (Thai kebabs).  Not only is this food absolutely fantastic, let me tell ya, but I also have great memories of enjoying the absolute fel out of these little stickers with my boy, Teeks ( telurin ).  Especially his first taste.  Kid.  Is.  Awesome.  Really.It is just food though, granted, my favourite food.  If these weren’t available, I’d have to start teaching myself to cook.  That’s going pretty far.  Maybe I’ll just buy Teeks some lessons.  He seems better suited.