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Travelling Teamaker: An Odd Friendship Forms (Part 1)

I’ve slowly been working on a series of short fantasy stories and I figured I can share them here until I come up with a better option. Below is a little intro to the series and below the cut is part 1 of one of the stories. 

These are the tales of a travelling teamaker named Cyrano. He once led another life, but for the past nine years he has wandered the world searching for the most rare and unusual ingredients for making strange, and occasionally delicious teas. 

His search has brought him to distant lands filled with beauty, excitement, and danger. From soft sandy beaches to steep mountain peaks, he’s shied from no terrain. Adventure has taken precedence over safety and even over the quality of the tea he makes. He cares little if the brew is too bitter, or too acidic, so long as the journey has been thrilling. 

There is one ingredient, however, that he  has sought above all — the petals of the astral lily. It is rumored that the astral lily only blooms under moonlight that has shone through the gossamer wings of an ice dragon. In nine years of wandering, Cyrano has found no clues as to where an ice dragon's lair might be. 

An elf of only 113 years old, Cyrano Alfvenias bemoaned the strands of gray that now speckled his rich, black hair. A woman at the last inn he visited, assured him the gray made him look “distinguished” and not haggard. Nonetheless, he couldn't help but grimace at the thought of losing his hair color. His feelings were not assuaged when he asked for directions and a young boy called him old.

"Old!? What do you mean old?" he protested without any wit or charm.

"You're not young are you?" the boy snickered.

"I'm an elf! We don't age the same as humans do!" Cyrano yelled after the boy, but the boy couldn't care less and frolicked away without responding or looking back.

"At least I have directions…" his voice faded as he considered the silly conversation he let himself have with a child.

The boy had informed Cyrano that less than a mile ahead there was a seaside village. He looked forward to trying new foods, drinking too much, and passing out under a roof, rather than out in the elements. 

The village was bigger than he had expected, it was almost a small port. The air was thick with salt and low tide — quite offensive to the olfactory senses. Cyrano reached into a satchel at his waist and pulled out a fragrant tea bag which he placed in his palm and brought to his nose. None of the villagers did anything similar so he concluded that they must have been accustomed to the stench.

The inn at the center of town was bustling with rowdy patrons and it didn’t smell much better than the shore. Cyrano didn’t mind the commotion, however. He had been in desolate lands for weeks. The last inn he stayed at had no more than a handful of guests. It was a welcome change of pace and a chance to mingle with the locals, and at the end of the bar, he spotted the exact type of local he would like to mingle with.

A young human woman sat with her back arched. With one hand she twirled her long auburn locks and with the other she traced the rim of her glass, her eyes carefully scanned the room. Judging by her less than modest attire, Cyrano could take a good guess as to her profession and he had more than enough money to indulge in her services. But before partaking in carnal delights, he had to make sure the inn had vacancies. 

“Greetings! My name is Cyrano and I am a travelling teamaker. I've been walking for days and would like to purchase a room for the evening.” He bowed graciously to a man near the entrance.

“I don’t work here, pal. Ask Milla, the bartender,” the man grunted through half-lidded eyes.

“My apologies.” Cyrano bowed a second time and made his way towards the bar whilst dodging stumbling drunkards. 

There was a single vacant seat at the crowded bar. He squeezed into the open spot, disregarding how the wide brim of his hat brushed the person by his side. 

“Greetings! My name is Cyrano and I am a travelling teamaker. I've been walking for days and would like to purchase a room for the evening. Are you Milla?” He smiled widely, finding himself invigorated by being around people once again. 

The woman behind the bar looked as unimpressed as the drunk man at the entrance. Heavy bags drooped under her eyes and a frown seemed to be permanently formed into her face. 

“Ya, I’m Milla. I think we got a room,” she glanced at sets of keys behind her and then looked back to Cyrano, “Yer an elf, aren’t ya?” 

“Um, yes?” He gestured at his prominent pointy ears, “Is that a problem?”

“No, no problem, so long as you don’t cause any problems.” She handed him a set of keys, “It’s the room on the second floor at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you, Milla. I promise not to cause any trouble. Now, what’s a good local drink?”

Without a second thought, Milla reached for a mixing bowl and tossed in several different liquids. She gave the concoction a quick whisking, sniffed it, then poured it into a mug and passed it to Cyrano. 

"Consider it a local grog. Tastes a bit fruity, goes down easy, gets ya drunk fast."

Being an elf with little regard for consequences, Cyrano took a hearty gulp on an empty stomach. A drink and a half later, he was whining loudly to the unsuspecting man beside him about the injustices of elven politics.

"Why do they get to decide that? Just because their parents are big shots? Huh? Now that isn't fair...is it?" Cyrano placed his hand on the man's shoulder and looked him dead in the eye.

"Uh-um, I really um...doesn't seem fair but uh-"

"Is he bothering you, Jom?" Milla interjected.

"N-not really, well I just don't really know what he's talkin' about." Jom sank in his seat.

"Hey Elfie, how 'bout you talk to me instead of bothering Jom?" Milla ordered with a snap to get Cyrano's attention.

"You sure I won't be bothering you too?" Cyrano drawled with a pout.

"It's my job to be bothered by chatty patrons. Tell me, what's on yer mind?" Milla asked as she began preparing a third beverage for the elf.

In the few moments after Milla stopped his tirade, Cyrano's thoughts drifted to another, equally pressing grievance. 

"Well, it's kinda embarrassing, but on my way here, a boy called me old!" Cyrano lamented.

"Oh, how tragic…" she said with an obvious eye roll. 

"You don't understand, Milla! We elves are supposed to look youthful for centuries!" he pleaded.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you," she started mixing another drink, "you don't look a day over 36 to me." 

~~~

The loud exclamations from the boisterous elf caught Brandy Lightrose's attention. She knew if he kept it up for too long, Milla might kick him out. It's not that patrons weren't allowed to get a little noisy, but this particular patron had a way of making the other guests uneasy. Overhearing the insecurity in the elf's conversation, gave Brandy a convenient opening to offer her services. 

"Hey handsome," she said as she tapped her fingers on his shoulder.

Cyrano turned to see who was addressing him so pleasantly. Much to his satisfaction, it was the young woman who had caught his eye when he entered the inn.

"Good evening, miss...miss...what shall I call you?" he asked with a small gasp.

"My name is Brandy, Brandy Lightrose. What's your name?" 

"I'm Cyrano Alfvenias, but just Cyrano is fine." 

"OK, Cyri. How would you like to head back to your room and have some fun?" 

"I would love to, but I think Milla here might miss me. She keeps pouring me drinks," he said with a lopsided smile.

"Milla just wants your money," Brandy quipped back.

"Don't you...also just want my money?" he asked with genuine bewilderment.

"Of course I want your money. No secrets here. But don't you want what I'm selling?" Brandy leaned in closer

"Yes, absolutely, yes," he sputtered, "oh darn...that sounded desperate…" 

Brandy laughed at the eager, but sincere response. Her hand, still on his shoulder, slid down to his wrist, and tugged for him to follow.

"I've only ever been with one elf before, so I'm a bit eager myself." She winked.

"Eager! Yes, that's good!" He stumbled out of his seat but quickly regained his footing, "I'm pretty sure I'm usually a bit more composed than this but those drinks are potent and— "

"I don't mind it, Cyri! You seem like a lot of fun, just the way you are!"

Even through his alcohol-clouded mind, Cyrano knew this was all part of Brandy's act as a professional, yet not a single part of him minded that truth. Together, they dashed towards the stairs, with Milla yelling after them, reminding Brandy to make sure Cyrano paid for all of his drinks. 

(To be continued in Part 2!)

[elvesofnoldor]

oh boy for some reason, im in the middle of writing what supposed to be a  josie/valerie lavellan romance, and uh, i kinda decide to go galaxy brain, flip a bird at canon and go make my own valerie lavellan/cassandra romance and then make it end game for valerie. in this arc im gonna say fuck canon and does a medevial warrior butch x butch romance! Sure cassandra is no mage like Valerie’s deceased wife, in fact she’s sort of a templar, but she’s a warrior and thats good enough. No love interest in this game is perfect anyways, and valerie isn’t my canon inquisitor anyways im gonna go wild. Also like, valerie lavellan’s experience at the inquisition is just, in love on main with all the girls she met lmao so she still has a thing for josephine (i plan an arc for josie + valerie where josie helped finding out the truth behind lavellan’s clan’s massacre after she made the disastrous move to trust a supposedly friendly human noble, and their relationship more-or-less function as a way to help valerie to move on from her deceased wife--who kinda look like josie, but like, an elf). Valerie’d also has a thing with sera, but they obvs become more friends and i still want that arc where sera found out she’s connected to Anduril in the fic. 

At the same time, i do still wanna romance sera with a lavellan in the future and i want a lavellan x sera wedding so badly, but i’d just do it with a different lavellan. i always want to make a lavellan who DOESN’T have vallasin, which means she would be very young (just turn 20 in my version) and very suitable for sera, since sera is 19 and they would be literally in the same age group and that’s ideal! Im kinda into the idea of this vallasin-less lavellan (who is also, not a mage) being sent on this mission to “prove” herself that she’s a capable hunter. I always find it a bit hard to believe that the clan would send someone super important for a spying mission all the way across the sea and the mission isn’t even directly related to the clan. To me, It sounds like a sort-of dangerous mission but it isn’t that important to the clan. For Valerie Lavellan, she insisted on protecting her mage wife (aka First of the clan) at the conclave, and that’s why she went to the conclave. For Finley Lavellan, he just wanted to get away from the clan for a while because he and his best friend/soon-to-be-ex boyfriend’s relationship is deteriorating. For this vallasin-less lavellan, she would be at the conclave because she’s eager to prove herself. 

im gonna name this vallasin-less lavellan Aredhael, after another elf--Aredhel, may she be the gay elf girl Aredhel could not be (rip) This Aredhael would be a rogue, and she is expected to have excellent aim as she is trained as a hunter but she is shite at using a bow (lmao), which is why she still hasn’t receive her vallasin cause she still hasn’t proven herself a capable fighter/hunter and she doesn’t want to bond with any of the hunter dudes (she lesbian bro! both of my female lavellans are lesbians bro!), so she’s not getting married/bonded anytime soon and she couldn’t find a place at the clan as a hunter, and honestly it was a miserable time for her. The keeper is her mom (per usual) and she is very protective of her child, so Aredhael levallan is quite sheltered--kinda like, merrill, in a way. But Aredhael is eager to prove herself, and since this mission shouldn’t involve any fighting, she volunteered. The keeper, though worried, wants her child to be able to receive the vallasin already, and permits her to go with an older hunter dude to accompany her. However, when the conclave blew up (killing everyone in it but her, so that includes that random hunter dude), she ended up with two daggers and when she had to fight her way through in moments of panic, she found out she’s super good at getting close and personal to her enemy and stab ‘em where it hurts! i think i might spec her in way of assassin actually.  since this Aredhael is pretty sheltered and doesn’t really have opinions about different world views since she doesn’t many other world views other her clan’s, and she kinda has a complex relationship with her clan anyways (she doesn’t hate them--she loves them actually, but she doesn’t always find acceptance within her community, sadly), she wouldn’t be too put off by sera’s “fuck elfy elf” attitude. I think Aredhael got a sensitive but bubbly personality, and she’s sort of shy, so i think her personality matches with sera’s anyways.  i just, idk, really wanna explore the story potential of a young lavellan, leaving “home” aka her family and friends for the first time in her life to embrace a whole “new world” to prove to them that she’s a capable and that she has come of age, only to find herself in the centre of a much larger conflict. And when she does prove her own capability, when she has seen the world and learn to navigate it--with all its unfairness, treacheries and complexities, her friends/family isn’t there to see her accomplishments...and that she can’t really go home again. I think it’s...a neat version of “hero’s journey”. 

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The Inevitable - Part 5

((What be this?! Dee is writing again?!! Haha...yeah, I kinda got put off due to recent events and it’s Raz’s fault ‘cause her guild events are too good and the list could go on but! I got inspired again! And I’m now gonna try to jump in the writing train, choochoo!))

Shout out to @flynneware for proof-reading this, she is the bomb and you all should check out her writing pieces too because they too are the bomb. <3

Part 1 Part 2 Jazali’s letter Part 3 Part 4 Malinda’s letter (warning: contains NSFW content)

“Not gonna happen.”

Jazali’s left eye twitched,

“... Come again?”

Today was certainly not a day that Jazali felt she could look forward to. The little troll woke up at sunrise and ate some jerky for breakfast on the porch. She wandered around the shack at first since she couldn’t find the elf, but soon enough she saw her coming from across the path. Malinda didn’t say a word upon her arrival and simply went in, dumped bags of items she bought from the market onto the armchair before going out, and suddenly started to chop firewood. The little troll didn’t look like a person who would analyse a situation thoroughly, but in this case Jazali didn’t have to. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this elf would be the one who would train her, although the little Darkspear wouldn’t look forward to it, and the elf certainly didn’t take comfort with her company either.

But something just didn’t sit right to her. Surely Moki could have simply sent her to a Pandaren monk who would be willing to train her in exchange for work? Granted they both had never been to Pandaria before and it might have been slightly inconvenient on the part of the mentor, but they seemed like gentle folk who were welcoming of outsiders in search of knowledge. So why did Moki choose this elf specifically?

In hopes of answering that question, Jazali walked up to the elf and casually asked when she would start her training her, to which the troll received the earlier response.

Jazali patiently crossed her arms and asked.

“An’ why are ya not gonna help me?” The night elf rolled her eyes, as if the troll asked her a question with the most obvious answer, before smashing her axe hard onto a log and deadpanning.

“I have neither the time, nor the crayons, to explain it to you kid. Now beat it.”

Jazali felt her eye twitch again and her fists clenched instinctively; this elf was really pushing it. However the Darkspear had to remind herself that Moki sent her to this place for a reason and this may be her second and only chance to prove herself, so after closing her eyes with a deep breath and a count to ten in her head, she glanced back up at the elf and growled.

“Dat ain’ a proper answer an’ ya know it.”

“I don’t care.” Malinda’s response was simple as she picked up a pile of wood and headed back into the shack.

“Ju ain’t even given me a chance elfie, an’ ya already tellin’ me no?”

“Look kid-”

“Jazali.”

“Gesundheit.” Malinda rolled her eyes again before slamming down her axe, this time hard enough for it to stick to the stump. She patted down her hands before she turned to address Jazali frankly. “You are in a giantass continent that practically invented the monk concept. So why doncha just run off to the closest Pandaren you can find and ask them for help. Maybe they can tolerate your obnoxious tone and do it work-free.”

With that, the night elf picked up the cut logs and headed to a shed next to one of the stables. Jazali, however, didn’t like the elf’s condescending tone and marched up behind her, not giving up.

“B-but…da lettah!” She waved her arms exasperatedly at Mal, who tried her hardest to ignore her as she opened the shed and nonchalantly threw the wood inside. “Ju got Moki’s lettah, so ju know he sent me here fo’ a reason!”

“I don’t care if that old fool thinks this will settle my debt; I am quite frankly not in the mood to train some loud-mouthed kid that suddenly got dumped on my doorstep.” Malinda replied snarkily with a piercing gaze at the smaller troll, who for a moment gaped in silence before her anger caught up to her.

“Okeh, first off!” Jazali growled, pointing a warning finger at Mal who didn’t look like she gave a Kodo’s ass in that moment “I ain’ a kid! Mah name be Jazali of da Darkspear an’ I wen’ through my rite of adulthood jus’ like erry’buddy else! An’ second, ju ain’ even givin’ me a valid excuse fo’ why u ain’ wantin’ ta train me. It be cuz I’m a troll?!”

Malinda finally had enough of this impudent child not listening to her and slammed the shed door very hard and loudly, enough to even make Jazali jolt and the hinges threaten to break. Finally, the Kal’dorei turned around and glared coldly at the troll, crossing her arms as she began her ‘valid’ explanation. “Quite frankly, yes. But if you want a valid excuse, how about I give you some. First off, your three toes already tell me that you have a lack of balance, which probably makes you fail at your current profession. And I’m not even going to start on that ridiculous tuft of a bush that you call hair, already sending me warning signals of your disorganisation. Secondly, from what I’ve heard from Moki and your attitude, you seem to lack the basic principles of maturity, dignity, propriety, sociability, and responsibility. Which is probably why for the majority of your life, I am going to deduce that people like you probably had to rely on someone, due to lacking a spine for independence.”

When Malinda saw Jazali’s jaw tense further, the troll’s eyes hidden as she tilted her head further down the more Mal ranted, the monk’s condescending sneer deepened.

She drawled. “Oh, not far off the truth am I? So for someone like ‘Jazali of da Darkspear’, after going through her rite of passage and mommy and daddy could no longer look after her, I’m going to guess that you used Moki as a scapegoat, probably why before this you have either been parading around with that old pathetic excuse of a druid your whole life or squandering your meager talents with a group of individuals who probably needed another meat shield… No surprise that you couldn’t stay in the tribe, considering that they all probably knew that you were the runt of the family, judging by your ridiculous height… or lack thereof. That good enough reason for ya?”

The response was more physical than verbal. In the sense that Jazali decided that whacking the hilt of her machete into Malinda’s jaw was an appropriate response. After the echoing sound of her weapon’s handle slamming into Malinda’s face, there was dead silence. Jazali stood there with a furious glare and a trembling mouth, while Malinda’s head tilted back, but her nonchalant expression still remained. If anything, the elf looked like she had just been bitten by a mosquito… and she now intended to squash it.

Through clenched teeth, Jazali hissed.

“I couldna’ give a flyin’ shit if ya wanna be callin’ me what  errybody else been callin’ me lots o’ times befo’. But don’chu evah be callin’ mah friend dem names. He be ten times a druid than ju ever was a monk you elfy bitch, an’ I don’ give a shit if he t’inks ju ‘oughta be teachin’ me.”

The troll angrily sheathed her blade and spat at the ground beside Mal with pure disdain. “Screw d’is, I’m leavin’.”

Her hands formed into fists held stiffly by her sides, the little troll started to march away, fully prepared to get as far away from this bitchy-ass elfy as possible. Jazali didn’t really have a plan on what would happen after this, probably just go back to Zari and Bru, they’d always have a job opening for her. Would this piss off Moki? ...Probably, but screw what that old moo thinks! If he finds Malinda to be an appropriate teacher for her then he obviously has shitty tastes in teachers. Zari’yen and Brugran would probably give her a loan to train with somebody else… right?

Jaz would have continued with her huffy marching and train of thought… if she wasn’t stopped by Malinda. The little troll felt something suddenly yank back harshly on her cloak, choking her startled grunt. Jaz suddenly heard Malinda behind her.

“Rule number one while on my turf: don’t call me a bitch.”

Faster than she could say her own name, Jazali felt the whole world spin as Malinda used the cloak to slingshot Jaz and slam her face-down to the ground. The little hunter tried to brace her arms to protect her from most of the force, but found herself nearly knocked out and seeing stars.

As Malinda heard Jaz’s aching groans and watched her try to get up again; she let out a sniff and blew a stray strand of hair away from her face. “You’re determined, I’ll give ya that. But from what I saw, unless you’re willing to take this seriously, I’m not interested.”

“Ju… ain’t seen nothin yet.” Jazali hissed out, already on her two feet while holding her aching side with one arm, glaring scathingly at the elf. “‘Cuz ju now gonna pay fo’ dat.”

Malinda raised a brow at the stubborn troll; how curious. Her regeneration must be working at a faster rate than Mal had anticipated. Nonetheless, the night elf snorted and wagged her finger at Jazali in a ‘come and get it’ way as she smirked.

“I’d like to see you try.”

With a furious growl, Jazali blindly charged at the elf with a roar and a swing of her blade. But as soon as she had swung down, Jazali blinked when it seemed like the elf disappeared from her front view. When in reality, Malinda had simply seen that attack coming a mile away and dodged to Jazali’s right. The elf swiftly raised her leg up and kicked Jazali’s machete high into the air;  the troll hurriedly barrel-rolled away and held her kicked hand with a grunt.

Malinda gracefully caught the weapon by the handle before it whirled down to the ground. Jazali hurriedly took out her other blade, her eyes now tinting with rageful red. The little troll snarled aggressively and tried to jab at Malinda’s guts, but the elf simply parried it away with Jazali’s first blade. It was like a circling dance of death; everytime Jazali tried to take a stab at Mal, the elf would simply parry it away again and await her next move.

Just when Malinda thought she’d better cut this boring battle quickly, anticipating Jazali stabbing her again, the little troll instead faked a jab with her blade and followed it with a hard punch to the elf’s face.

The only thing Malinda had time to do was quickly grab Jaz’s fist before she retracted it. The sudden blast of pain to her face was nothing new to Mal, but the force of that punch did make her shake her head a bit to brush off the dizzying pain. Well now. The kid could punch apparently.

No matter how much Jazali tried to pull her fist away, it wouldn’t budge. So instead the little troll roared and swung her sword toward Mal’s stomach, but Malinda simply grabbed that hand too after dropping the blade and twisted it so that the wrist snapped.

Jazali let out a painful cry and in a fit of rage and desperation, leapt up and clamped her teeth down onto Malinda’s neck.

“AAARH FUCK!” The night elf shouted out, feeling each sharp tooth like a hot blade into her skin. The elf furiously used Jaz’s hands in her grip to forcefully throw her off her person.

Jazali found herself being thrown again and rolling across the ground, but this time she quickly used her claws to clamp down onto the dirt and lean up on all threes, due to one of her wrists being broken, like a rabid feline. She even snarled like one as she glared up at Malinda from her crouching position, her eyes now a blood red and her hair released from its confines, giving her a wild mane look.

Malinda winced as she felt blood seep from her neck, but simply stretched it as she winced. “Aw hell…” ...Would Moki believe her if she claimed that his pupil berserked on her and hence that would be a good reason to knock her out?

Before Malinda could ponder that thought, Jazali’s rageful form launched at her, claws flailing. Malinda’s feet gathered mist in less than a second and the elf used it to push herself away just by a hair from the sharp nails of the troll.

Jazali’s savage state was relentless however and she let out a wordless bellow as she ran up to try and bite Malinda, but the elf simply used the mists beneath her feet to dodge her out the way. But what she didn’t anticipate was the sudden kick hurled right into her stomach and forcing her to take a step back. This gave Jazali enough pause to hurl herself at Malinda and try to claw her face off like a wild cat.

Both forms came tumbling down, but Malinda came up on top with both of Jazali’s arms behind her back, the little troll writhing and howling beneath her. When it became apparent that Jaz’s rageful form wouldn’t relent, Malinda decided to take the matter into her own hands. Quite literally.

The little troll son found herself seeing stars when the Kaldorei slammed her glowing green fist in a one-two-three jab to her skull, neck and back, hard enough to slam her down into the dirt again.

“You fight well.” The little troll barely registered the words through the dizzy provoked haze of her mind. Jazali tried to get back onto her hands again, the adrenaline and rage still coursing through her veins and chanting to her to get up, get up, get up, GET UP! But Malinda casually placed a glowing hand against Jaz’s skull again and continued. “But I’m afraid I’ve no time to squabble with the likes of you.”

And then, Jaz’s vision was overcome with darkness.

It was her hearing that came to her first. The sound of a crackling fire. A fireplace perhaps? Soft wind grazing against the room’s walls and windows. Reminded her of the indoors...why was she indoors?

Then came her sense of smell: smoke and fire, steam and roasted… something. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. The final thing that awoke her was the itch on her nose. She tried to wiggle it off, but her eyes blinked open anyways. From the crust she could feel on the inner corners of her eyes, she could tell that she was probably asleep for quite awhile.

The first thing Jazali noticed was the different yet familiar location;  from what she last remembered… oh. She lost. Jazali’s nose wrinkled in distaste. Well that was just dandy wasn’t it. She tried to sit up but felt a sharp ache in her… well, everywhere. The little troll let out a hiss and quickly lay back down again on the… where was she again?

Jazali slowly blinked her eyes open and looked around: from what she saw it looked to be the living room of Mal’s house, except the entire place was lit by the fireplace in front of her, setting a warm glow against the dark night sky outside. From her place on the floor, she could spy the scattered pillows that she was laying on against the floor and Mal stirring something delicious on a weird… bowl… pan… thing, on the fire.

Huh. Jaz thought that the elf was going to kill her for sure, not take her back inside and put her to sleep.

“Oh good. You’re finally awake.” Jazali jolted slightly and looked up, catching Malinda’s ever-watchful, glowing blue eyes. The night elf raised a thick brow and grunted. “I haven’t had to use that technique in quite a while. Was getting worried that I did it wrong and you were in a coma.”Jazali looked at the elf confusedly before swallowing whatever cotton was in her throat and croaked.

“H-...how l-long?”

“Oh, about a day or two.” Malinda shrugged, before she turned to putting whatever she was cooking onto a leaf and started to fold it up.

The Darkspear’s eyes bugged out. Two days?! What did that elf do to her?! Mal must have caught Jazali’s shocked expression, because she deadpanned “I knocked you out in self-defense. Excuse me for not knowing the side-effects of a monk’s fist against a berserking troll.” Jazali nervously looked away and pouted.

“...ain’t my fault ya pissed me off.” Malinda ignored the jab and placed the suddenly neat, square leaf package onto a nearby plate as she chuckled.

“Can’t deny you sneaked in some hard punches. I’ll be having a sore bruise on my neck, that’s for sure. And probably explain to Kai why I have one…”

Jazali vaguely listened to Mal as she ever-so-slowly tried to sit up; the persistent aches of her complaining muscles certainly weren’t helping. She had no idea what a ‘Kai’ was, but she hoped Mal wasn’t expecting her to apologise. That elfy bitchy started it.

A moment passed before suddenly...

“Oh, you’re hired by the way.”

The words didn’t register at first, but when Jazali finally got past the light-headedness, and she finally caught the sentence, she whirled her head to Mal.

“...say wha’?”

As the elf continued to fold squared leaf meals onto the plate, Malinda raised her eyes skyward as she hummed.

“Well..is ‘hired’ the right word? Well, whatever, point is: while you were taking your time in la la land, your friend thought to send me another letter after I told him I refused to teach you.”

The Kaldorei’s eyes hooded as her lips sneered quite… saltily “Turns out, he’s quite the persuasive bastard when he wants to be.  Never thought he would resort to blackmail, but let it never be said that I was never wrong before.” Malinda tilted her head up and regarded Jazali curiously. “...And I’m surprised you held out in that fight for that long. Usually when I knock someone down, it’s for good, but it seems like you’re more stubborn than I thought.” As Jazali listened, she unconsciously leaned in and waited on baited breath. When she couldn’t wait, the little troll finally asked impatiently.

“So...ya gonna teach me?” Mal shrugged.

“Looks like it.”

“YAAY!” Jazali hurrayed with glee and threw her arms up into the air, but quickly let out a shout of pain and winced as her bruised arms protested heavily against the sudden movement. Mal rolled her eyes; this troll will probably be testing her patience many more times in the future.

“Hold your horses, you’re not starting any time soon.” Malinda grumbled as she pushed a hand down on Jazali, forcing her to lie back again. The little troll pouted indignantly but leaned back anyways for the sake of relieving her muscles. “I’ll just need to go get more shit and make sure you’re fine, then we’ll start tomorrow morning, so get plenty of rest.” Malinda stood up and stretched her arms up high before walking towards her own bed. She glanced back at Jazali and warned. “And every piece of food I find missing in the pantry is another 10 laps I add to your exercises.”

With that, Malinda closed the door. Jazali blinked… but soon grinned widely as she reached down to the plate of snacks left for her and started munching away excitedly. She couldn’t wait!

[razxion]

Site Write 2017 #11

What is the most terrifying monster your character has ever encountered? How did they deal with it?

Teeja

NSFW ... Kinda

While growing up in the shadows, away from nearly everyone and everything possible, Razail ran into a home where he knew a child was at and could hear the sounds of an attack.  Moving as fast as his young legs could move, the elf slipped in and found the child, whom had been untouched.  Though it was not for a couple breaths length in time, that he was found. 

The attacker stabbed him in the back, and at being barely 8 years old, he cried out.  He had been lucky his previous years and protection attempts, but this time his luck ran out. 

  He turned his head, to see a tall troll looming over him.  The troll slowly pulling the dagger from his back, cackling as the elf’s eyes widened and he cried out once more.  “RUN!”  Razail yelled to the child he was trying to protect, as he then drew his flimsy daggers and tried to fend the attacker off.  The child was frozen in fear, as the troll pushed aside the elf.

Razail would not let this happen, and using everything in his power he ran into the tall troll.  “L-leave...leave them alone!”  Suddenly a large hand grabbed the small elf by the face, picking him up and causing the mask to move in such a way for his scars and holes to be seen.  “Ya be a hideous lil elfie, ain’t ya?”  Razail dropped his daggers, trying to pry the fingers off of his face, wiggling in the air.  A loud crash was heard, and footsteps, local authorities were coming in.  The troll kept ahold of Razail, and rushed out of the house.

It wasn’t long before the troll reached his destination, throwing the little elf across the room and onto the floor of his temporary home.  A malicious grin spread across the troll’s face, as he cackled while watching the elf scramble to his feet and gain his bearings.  In two large steps, the troll had his hand on the back of Razail’s head and pushed him against the floor.

Now the young elf was frozen in fear, face against the cold floor as the troll put his knee on the elf’s back.  “We gonna be makin a deal.  Iffin you be wantin dem lil ones ta be livin, den ya be takin mah blade.”  The troll leaned down, and whispered in his ear, “Cry and scream foa me!”  Razail screamed as once more the troll’s dagger pierced his skin, and he couldn’t move while the troll cackled with much delight.