#cute hawkstrider running around

[blue-eyed-banshee]

As many know, Sylvanas doesn't sleep. She just mimics sleeping as a habit.

She always has the same dream; Lirath, Verath and Lireesa.

Lirath is a grown adult and he tells her that he forgives her for what she had done as the banshee queen and to not be mad at Vereesa who indirectly caused his death.

Her parents would tell her how proud they are of her, especially her mother, because she took the mantle with courage and determination all those years to avenge her people.

Her father would be the loving father, full of wisdom and a caring heart, proud of her accomplishments. I'd like to think they're all in Ardenwheald, and when there was a new arbiter, he corrected where the souls went.

She would also see her hawkstrider, Snap running all throughout the land.

Lirath would be talking about how he performs at the amphitheater every night!

[vladimira-shakahn]

Grim Fate

No one is safe...

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Last Friday was the first time Vladimira decided to venture outside of the beautiful, creamy-white stone walls of Stormwind. Her destination wasn’t Elwynn, it was Westfall. The idea was to learn how to be more hands-on rather than magic-reliant. With how the world was changing and how quickly a life could change in a split second, she wanted to be prepared for anything... Most of all, she wanted to learn how to properly care for a Horse before purchasing a Stead for herself. 

 Friday and Saturday flew by. She met new people and some who became friends. Memories were made. Snapshots were taken by the Gnomish engineered cameras that everyone seemed to have these days, and even little games were shared from Quel’thalas to Westfall for the children. 

 The golden plains were certainly a culture shock in comparison to what she was used to. Quel’thalas had magic brooms and carpets. Floating flora, and even magical fauna. The horses were for the Knights and the Hawkstriders stuck to those who were not among the order. It wasn’t ordinary for a Knight-less lad or lass to be found with a Horse as their companion in short. 

 Sunday came and it was time for Vladimira to pack up her things, check out of the Inn, and make way back to Stormwind. By foot it should have taken a little over half of a day since she always enjoyed to stop and smell the Peaceblossoms that were one in many on this new land of hers. That was when everything changed. 

 After she crossed over the bridge and waved goodbye to the fellow Guards and Stormwind Knights, the woman was quick to disappear from sight as she walked with no real thoughts on her mind. It was a dream. All of it was. It was as if Quel’thalas was truly in its own world and that this... All of what she experienced were lives that she always read about. Of course she could have found a way to sneak into this area decades ago, but did she really want to? No. 

 It was while her head were in the clouds did she get caught off-guard. Vladimira was at a point in her path where no guards were to be found and no passersby could be seen. It was where if something bad was going to happen, that this was the time and place for it all. Oh, and it was. 

 One minute her vision was clear and the next the road was smoke filled with puffs of cloud. Powdery-blue eyes squinted in the dull of her minimal vision, teeth clenched and hands grasping at the one dagger on her right hip and the libram that shot off of her hip and split open with preparation for any upcoming incantation. 

 “Who is it.” Her voice hallow and direct. “Are you a Bandit? Mm. I will say that this is not a tactic I expected. Are you a double agent within the Alliance? I see how some of the people stare at me. Distrustful and angry, despite the Ren’dorei showing our pride and promise among them. Who is it.” She grunted. 

 There was a snaky laugh- it was almost... animated. Someone who had this all planned. It was no Bandit, and it was no double agent within the Alliance. It was of a familiar voice, but she didn’t get the chance to figure out who it was. One knock over her head and the woman was out. The next thing she awakened to was a grimy cellar and the nail-like noise of risen Ghouls being chained against the wall nearby. 

 Vladimira perked in her damp chair. The only light that came through what she assumed was a cellar inside of a basement was by a slit of light that was purely accidental because of a crack that could have formed by war or by nature. Nasty droplets of dirty water continuously spilled onto the top of her mane of violet-indigo, the star-spangled beauty tied down by sharp wire. Any sign of struggle and the woman would find her wrists and ankles sliced through. Her mouth was covered by a tight linen and her weaponry were gone and across of the room. 

 Footsteps that clearly were not hers echoed through the dark chamber. Somehow it sounded louder than the Ghouls near her. Perhaps it was her elven ears being more sensitive than usual as she was more alert than usual, or perhaps it was the fact that the person making an entrance wanted to... Make an entrance. 

 There was someone else with the shadow-lapped figure that let out panting cries. All Vlad could get from that was that the unknown walker had another hostage, and it was another woman. 

 “Pl... Please. N-Not her.” That voice. She knew that voice. It cut through her heart like a poisonous dagger. It was her sister: Delilah Auri’elle Sunrose. What was happening? 

 A low and deep chuckle escaped the confined figure. “Shut up, girl.” The assault-ant was a woman. Who? That she still couldn’t quite place a finger on. Her voice was mechanized by whatever mask she wore. Smart. 

 Delilah was tossed onto the ground beside Vlad. It was obvious that she was taken hostage for weeks it seemed. Her normally bronze skin was now a dull pale with veins showcasing beneath her redden and wet eyes. Wrists bruised by the bounds of chains. “V-Vlad.” She whispered and quickly stood up to wrap her arms protectively around the Ren’dorei. The woman was a Priestess and for some reason it didn’t hurt to be near each other. Was her magic... gone? Was it because of her mana being steamed out, or was it gone entirely? 

 There was a primal growl that escaped Vlad in the comfort of her sisters arms. What could she do in this situation? Vlad was the fighter. Vlad was the one who protected. Vlad was the one who went to the other side to protect Delilah. Before she was turned, the woman went by the name: Kariss Delia Sunrose. 

 “Mm. Not the family reunion you both wished for, right? One of you is going to have to die today.” The figure finally split from the shadows and stepped into the slim light that danced within the middle of the damp chamber. 

 “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ael’dine Wrathsun and I am here to correct Azeroth. You see,” she rolled her shoulders and drawled out an elongated sigh. “Our factions are neutral now, but I do NOT agree with that. I have heard tales of the great Vladimira Sha’Khan protecting those who needs protecting. Cute, I will give you that. My issue with you is that you need to remember that the Alliance and the true Horde will never. Ever. Be cordial. You are known as one of the greatest fighters to your people now- you were to us as well. You served in almost all of the wars, right? Heh. I need to give you a reason to not be able to sleep comfortably in your daydream life that you’ve somehow managed to create with the Lions, Vladi. You are not safe. You will never be safe. None of your people will be. You are a traitor. A downright, disgusting, void-infused, traitor.” She spat while taking Delilah by the bountiful of her lush blonde locks. 

 Vlad flared with a heavy aura of void magic around her figure. There was no step between. She was taught to master the art of perfecting her emotions in order to perfect the proper usage of void, but this... There were few cases where she would break from what she fought so hard for and this was one of them. Azure hues split into deep purple- but that didn’t last too long. The bounds on her wrists glowed with an orange ward, completely stunning the woman from progressing any further. 

 A shock ran through her body and a loud wail left her lips. The void was simmered and she returned to her new and normal form. “Do not---” 

 “Do not WHAT, Vlad?” Ael’dine growled happily to her as she pressed the chilled blade against Delilah’s neck. “I will be here to break whatever peace or happiness you attempt to get. I will be here to ruin your damn life until you UNDERSTAND that WE will NEVER be neutral. You have gotten too damn comfortable. You were one of my greatest Knight’s at one point, Sunrose. Look at you now. A DISGRACE. A time ago you were spitting prayers to the Light, and now you heed for the Void. TRAGIC. I will NOT have it. I want you to remember this moment whenever you look in the mirror every morning. I want you to take yourself back to this moment and LIVE with the fact that YOU have FAILED your people. You have FAILED your family. You WILL NOT prevail. Peace will not prevail over wrath.” 

 “N-NO!” Vlad screamed as she watched Ael’dine cut a clean slice across her sisters throat. It was the most fruitless death for a woman who she knew deserved to be a mother to a beautiful family one day. 

 Sha’Khan was in pure shock. Even after being cut free as Ael’dine slipped away and then her Acolytes, the woman could do nothing else besides stare and feel every figurative piece of her puzzle of a heart break and clatter. There was blood on her toes, blood that came from her sister. The woman who she finally set onto her knees to hold Delilah close to her chest. “I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry.” She whispered against the matted hair of the dead in her arms. “I... I.” 

 “RELEASE them.” Ael’dine’s voice rang from the other end of the hall. Just like that, the sound of chains breaking off of the Ghouls came to life. 

 The Ren’dorei forced herself back to reality. She raised Delilah into her arms and set her onto the table where she replaced her weapons with Del, then spun on her heels and successfully fought off the Ghouls. After the task was done and despite her heart telling her to run after Ael’dine for a selfish form of justice, she forced herself to carry Delilah to the nearest flowerbed of woodland beauty that she could find to bury her there. 

 Vladimira tossed the last pile of dirt over the now graved Delilah. Down onto one knee she went, head bowed, mind boggled. “I will have justice for you. I will find a way to pay you my respects. I will murder her and every last one of her family members if I must--- I.” The Sorceress stopped herself. “You would have wanted me to stay true to who I am. You would have wanted me to be smart about this. I failed you, Delilah. I will not fail again.” She stood and made her way back to the main road. Wherever she was would eventually bring her to Stormwind. Matted in blood, eyes dull from emotion, and body a mere vessel to a broken soul. She should’ve known. Her life in Stormwind was going too well for it to last.    

One final step and she was inside of the comfort of her loft- where she turned everything upside down. Furniture was thrown. Pots and plants were thrown. Everything was turned upside down until she had her fill and forced herself to bathe and readjust herself. After the shower she stared at herself in the cloudy mirror that had exactly one, Vladimira hand-sized swipe through it to give her the clarity to see her reflection. The same mirror that often found a smile in there now saw anger and sadness. Vengeance and a budding terror. “I will kill her. I will kill every last one of them. For the Alliance.” 

[verosmoonshine-blog]

Entries from the Ley-Walker

(Journal entries. Takes place in late February/early March, months before promotion. I meant to post this MONTHS ago, so here it is. Posting it now since it’s a part of Veros’ character development)

Prelude | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (coming soon!)

Day 1

Only a fool would ignore the knowledge and power that lies within Quel’thalas. The home of the Sin’dorei is rich with magic and history, and given the many uncanny parallels between the Sin’dorei and Shal’dorei, I’ve decided that studying them, their land and their culture, is the best starting point for learning about and understanding the world, and maybe even ourselves a little more.

I know the leylines in Suramar like I know the back of my hand. I studied them immensely in my youth, harnessed power from them, sculpted spells and tricks around them -- they are a way of life, and must be utilized. With the barrier down, I know deep in my soul that I’d be committing a crime to turn a blind eye to the rest of the leylines out there. Which brings me to Quel’thalas.

Today marks the first day I sniff out these leylines. The High Priest was kind enough to gift me a hawkstrider when I moved to Silvermoon, and the bird has been quite useful in getting me around. Bumpy ride though. The moment I left the gates, I felt the hum of arcane energy deep in the woods. And though I'm not fond of trees and such, I was quick to rush into the woods.

Connecting to a line here will take time. I'm unused to the grooves of this land, and I can feel the darker energies from the Dead Scar looming over. They interfere with my concentration. But, the very plants that grow here pulse with arcane in their leafy veins. They are the first step to finding a stronger connection.

Unfortunately, these plants are not so full in energy as I hoped. Left alone, they feed into the leylines nearby, fueling its life essence and blossoming regardless of the magically controlled climate, but, once cut, the arcane within it all but dissipates entirely, leaving a normal dead plant behind. I wonder if there is a way to preserve the magic in them. Perhaps if I take the root with it, but I'm hardly one to fiddle with plants.

Had to return early. A demon hunter ran into me while I was in the woods… tasting one of the leaves there. For science, of course. I wanted to see what effects the hidden arcane would have on me. But even though that elf had no eyes, he gave me this look, just. A look. And at that moment I knew I had to leave and down a bottle of something before I rightly perished of embarrassment.

Will update again, if not hungover.

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Day 2

Back into the woods. I spoke to a Ley-Keeper in Silvermoon with a few inquiries. A lovely fellow, most beautiful hair. He told me that Quel’thalas is full of a cluster of leylines, all of which connect to the Sunwell. What an intriguing thought! I should ask the High Priest how I can go about visiting the Sunwell one day. Just how different is it from the Nightwell, I wonder?

The Ley-Keeper also suggested I visit some of the arcane sanctums in Eversong, which leads me to today. The Northern Sanctum is where I started first.

[Attached is a drawing of a map of Eversong Woods, blue ink swirling across the parchment with Shalassian notes scrawled over it]

What struck me first were the markings in the grass. Swirls and curls were imprinted in the ground, and standing atop them, I could feel the energy beneath my feet. However, as I mentioned before, dark energy lurks nearby, and it seems to disrupt the flow of arcane. When I visited the West Sanctum, the issue was the same, but more exaggerated. Too much energy clogged in some areas, so much so that the arcane manifests on a physical level, becoming wraiths and walkers, irritated and hostile over the disruption. They are very dangerous to quell, but leave behind various arcane residues. I've collected such into jars, and plan on experimenting with them later.

I also mentioned before that the plants here carry energy, but only if not separated from the lines. I have, however, found a peculiar plant growing directly on the leylines that is an exception, a red flower that appears to only exclusively grow on leylines. I’ve not seen another plant like it anywhere else. Even when cut, it retains its power, its roots having taken nutrients straight from the lines. Fascinating!

Out of curiosity, of course, I tasted this plant. Strangely, it reminded me of the bitter taste of arcwine, but different. More potent. Some of its strange petals dissolved in my mouth. The effects it had on me were even more fascinating -- I found myself jittering with energy, and the runes across my body glew more after I had consumed this plant. It was… certainly a ravishing experience, but I will never consume it this way again. After the pleasant buzz faded away, I found myself itching, desperate to eat more of the plant I had filled my bags with. Stars, the temptation was strong and nearly crippling -- I was forced to return to my apartment in Silvermoon, where I downed a bottle of arcwine to settle the craving and retired for the night. This plant can be dangerous if consumed. I’ve yet to ask one of the Sin’dorei what it is exactly and if it has a name.

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Day 4

With this strange ley-plant, I managed to lure and “tame” a small mana wyrm while traveling the woods. She follows me around now, and I’ve since named her “Leyla”, which is, of course, a play on “ley lines”. I find myself very clever. With her simple-minded nature, she does one thing -- seek out mana. I’ve used her to track where other lines and sources of power may be, and it has furthered my research immensely. Already I have filled up several parchments with maps of the lines in Eversong, and I look forward to expanding on these when I explore elsewhere for more lines.

Finally, I revisited an old spell I created when I was a young Arcanist. If I stand atop or near a ley line and focus my will, I can connect myself directly to these lines, and channel its energy into myself, becoming a conduit for pure power. I am grateful to have these runes engraved into my skin to prevent me from straight out exploding with arcane overload, as this ritual is very dangerous for the untrained and unprepared. I visited each of the arcane sanctums in Eversong to see if I can get the same results tapping into these lines as I do in Suramar, and sure enough, I do. With the exception, however, of the East Sanctum, destroyed by the Dead Scar that runs across the land. I will touch on this in a moment.

Tapping into these lines, I feed power into myself (note to self: tie hair up when doing this, static electricity is an enemy to long hair). With my body filled to the brim with energy, I simply guide it outwards from my hands or through a staff, causing an array of beautiful explosions and lightning to spew out. Their chaotic nature in something so pure and orderly is beautiful to me, in a way. It is explosive, yet mathematical, every twitch of lightning precise and controlled through the order of arcane. I’m always stunned by the sight. At the East Sanctum, however, the energy is tainted. Horribly, horribly tainted. It reeks of the dead there, and while I can still tap into the lines there, the consequences are dire.

The leylines within the Scar are permanently destroyed. Arcane clogs up within the earth, leaving some areas of the line empty of power, and some dangerously overloaded. I can feel the damage connecting myself to the line, I can feel how seared and corrupt the magic has become. Still, like the fool I am, I attempted anyways to draw power from it as I had done the other lines.

Doing so only invited the unholy.

My body, despite having known its share of power and energy, is far too weak of a vessel to hold the tainted energy within these lines. Had I stayed connected with it for too long, my own body would have begun to decay, and I speculate that a worst case scenario is I transform into an undead on the spot with prolonged exposure. Visions of the dead entered my mind as I continued my spells, and I worry I may not be able to sleep tonight after such a sight.

It is still worth studying. I must find an alternative way of tapping into these specific lines.

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Day 6

Leyla still follows me around. Several other Sin’dorei asked to pet her as I wandered Silvermoon with the wyrm. I had no idea just how cute the other elves found these wyrms to be, but I cannot blame them.

I met back up with the Ley-Keeper I spoke to a couple suns ago. Learned his name to be Keretos. Also learned he was not single, which was a shame. I inquired about the ley-plant I discovered, and his reaction to the sight of it was the same as most the other elves I spoke to had: a recoil in disgust as if I had just offered them the plague. You would think that they’d worship a plant rooted in arcane, but life is full of surprises!

Turns out, the plant is something called “bloodthistle”, and is quite taboo in their society. Used as a drug by lower class folks. Which… would explain its effect on me. And near dangerous craving for it back, the likes of which I still haven’t fully shaken off. Keretos was rather amused by my story of it.

Since I had an abundance of bloodthistle, and it's illegal to sell it as well as a waste to throw out, Keretos suggested I use the plant for different purposes. Crushing it and turning it into a cream for skin care, boiling it and mixing it with leyline ink to draw stronger runes, or perhaps catch more mana wyrms with them. All of which are brilliant ideas that I must take up.

So of course, I returned to the East Sanctum.

This time, I followed Leyla’s judgement exactly, following the little wyrm as she sniffed around in search of energy. I had prepared a bottle of boiled bloodthistle and magical ink for myself to use in my spells, and once I noticed Leyla hovering over a certain spot, I dived in. I drew a rune onto the soil the old fashioned way, hoping to channel part of the line’s energy into the rune so as to not overwhelm myself. The results were… fairly successful.

Corruption was filtered with the pattern I drew into the ground, and the arcane came to me in slower but steady increments. While I cannot judge whether or not the lines can be healed here, I can say that they are not entirely destroyed, and can still have use. Unfortunately, it is still wildly unstable, and very quickly my pattern was overwhelmed, pure, crystalized arcane jutting out from the ground and condensing in the runes. Wraiths manifested before my eyes and sought out to destroy me for disrupting the lines of power. That or they wanted to devour said power. Either way, I was forced to flee, but of course, not without scraping up some of the crystals I created. They will be studied intensely.

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Day 9

Trial and error, trial and error. What a maddening cycle.

I have harvested crystallized power from the three Sanctums in Eversong. They replenish my mana, and allow me a boost in power when absorbed. I'm currently testing if they can be integrated with armor and jewelry to provide a passive buff. These crystals may be of some interest to the Agents of Suramar.

The crystals from the East Sanctum, however, are too dangerous.

I've dubbed these specific crystals as Blight Shards. These Shards hold a power beyond arcane. Unholy magic and time echoes, the likes of which that have been driving me mad. They whisper the echoes of the past, and at night I can hear the encased sounds of battle and shouting and violence and death, all from the day that can be none other than Arthas’s siege upon this land. I catch glimpses of the horrible past within the Shards’ facets, I see and feel the agony and despair of the elves that desperately tried to save their land. I hear their ghostly howls, their cries for help, their final breaths, and within some of the shards, their descent into undeath.

I was unable to imagine the horrors before. Now I cannot seem to look away from it.

I do not know when I did it or what finally compelled me to move, but eventually I could not bear to hear the suffering any longer. What a tormenter I am to encase the Sin’dorei’s suffering into an endless loop within these Shards, how could I possibly continue to go on knowing I allowed those screams to persist? I found myself in the outskirts of the woods, not so far off from the Duskwither Spire. I brought my crystals here, and with a fiery spell, I destroyed the Shards, finally ridding myself of the torment and hearing blissful silence at last.

I am weak as I am now. I've no strength to return to the city, hardly any to write any of this here down. I will rest here in the grass, and hope I can find peace of mind.

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Day 12

A mistake to destroy the Blight Shards. They held immense power, I should not have let myself go mad to them! Regardless, I took time to perfect a few spells that could be used to filter the power that pours through the scarred lines. Alas, it would take a team of casters to create such a powerful filter to safely crystallize the power. It has been a great several thousand years since I gathered a group for massive research like this -- it must be perfect, it must be worth it. There is great power in these shards. I will explore them. I will explore the mana here. So much to be learned…

Perhaps what I need is more motivation. Perhaps I should not cower from research on such grand scales anymore. It’s time I step back up, time I dig for the deeper truth.

I shall bring my studies to the Agents. And with it… I shall bring Azerite to the table as well.

Knowledge is to be had.

[raevan-muns-supercut]

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

& “How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”((Idecided to combo these two prompts, into one, because it fit. I mean it reallyfit well together considering the individuals involved.))So, one must imagine first a night of Tart fun, which for a certain groupmeans, drinking games, over raucous flirting and an ever escalating game ofTruth or Dare. As a rule, they did try to behave themselves, all of them, butwithin this element were a couple notable trouble makers, Andji and Raerysoften found somewhere near the middle of the cyclone. Once tequila had been introduced, there was no way to actually control it; itbecame a game of herding cats, one that few would find success with. This episodeof drunk and disorderly involved a certain fiancée - Badeau, the love ofRenthios. Well, things had certainly gone from fun to not so in short order. Somewhereafter the eighth round of shots, it had been suggested that the crowd dispersefrom the Silvermoon City Inn and head toward Raerys's Town house. On theoutside this seemed an utterly perfect idea, they would have the pool and thebar and rooms for those who were too drunk to portal home. In the morning, their Hostess promised breakfast, a swim, massages and whateverelse might cure their hangovers. Among them were Renthios, Andi, Trisandrah,Badeau, and Farris. The rest, perhaps slightly less sot-like, had long gonehome, leaving the real drinking to the professionals. The party had kicked up in earnest in the house, spilling eventually out to thepatio and the pool area, despite the hour slipping far past midnight. And whilesome might consider the residential neighborhood filled with Lords and Ladies asafe place for such debauchery and noise, Raerys's neighbors did not.As one might imagine, there were lights flicked on around them, then flickedup. Couples and singles rolling over in their beds, cursing that damned womanand her eccentric friends. Which, on the whole was all fine and good until Andidiscovered in one of her bags a package of fireworks that Yunni had given her. When drunks band together in the pursuit of devilry, good sense rarely winsout. Both Trisandrah and Renthios tried to stop the other four from theircourse of action, but with concerted effort they set up a line of empty boozebottles along the fence and poked a bottle rocket down into each one. Farris was gleeful, speaking in her slury pirate-patois about firing cannonsand brandishing a cane like a rapier. She had dressed as a bloke for theevening, a fancy looking one, but a bloke just the same, much to Raerys'sdelight. The two were egging things on, while Andi seemed excited at theprospect of making some room in her purse. To be fair, Badeau mostly made sly comments and pointed out things like thedistance between the bottles, speaking of things like full coverage of sparkswhen the rockets did go off, estimating the resistance on the wind and makingsmall adjustments to the pitch of the bottles while Raerys and Andi got thingslined up and sorted out. When it was done, they stood back each with another drink in hand because, whythe fel not right? Sipping and patting themselves on the back for their displayprowess. "We need to light them if we're serious... I mean... hic, Farris saysthere are pirates out there... we need sally forth? Tally ho? What did you sayFarris?""Blast their wee bollocks off!!" Farris slurred in response, weavingback and forth in front of Raerys, though looking damn cute as she did so. "Yeah, that darlin' whose got a match?" Came Andi's query and thenall hell broke loose. Hours later, three of the party sat in a holding cell beneath the localconstable's office, a stiffly magisterial guard posted outside while thetrouble makers cooled their heels and nursed their hangovers behind bars. Raerys, Andi and Bad all sat in opposing corners, glowering at one another,muttering curses and casting blame for their predicament in all directions.They were still handcuffed, which likely saved the guard a good deal oftrouble, as there might have been a full on scuffle between them had they freerange to use their hands. Bad looked between both Andi and Raerys, eyes glittering and squinted down intoa sharp and accusatory glare. "Don't look at me in that tone of voice; you're the one who said we shouldaim for the Spire! I just did what you told me!" Raerys leaned over, heldin place by the cuffs that were wrapped around the bar behind her. Andi nodded in grudging agreement, "She's right... would'a been fine ifwe'd just shot up in the air... but nooo, had to be all bad ass about it andstart a pissing match with the guards!"Bad frothed then shouted at the two, “It’s not MY fault we’re in fuckinghandcuffs!”Raerys turned bright red, looking away. "He's got a feckin' point Rae, you're the one who tried to light the nightwatch on fire when they came... what are you some kind of idiot?"The red headed violinist had no defense; they were both right on this count. Itmight have only ended with a citation but she had gotten mouthy and uppity withthe guard, until she lifted a blazing fist and threatened to deck him. Thenseveral more guards descended on the house and pulled the three out into thestreet and to the Klink. How the other three had avoided this fate, one could only guess. However,Raerys had her money on running for the wine cellar at the first sound oftrouble. All but Farris. She had seen which way the wind was turning, anddespite her drunkenness had the gift of most privateers - disappearing when theshit hit the fan."Shut up you three..." The guard barked over, and they did. Silencedescended upon them though their moods were sour as lemons and they shot sideeye back and forth, like it was a game of hot potato. A while later footsteps came down the hall, Renthios and Trisandrah in thecompany of a rather pucker assed looking magister. He in the red robes alsowore the keys, probably to their cell. Raerys was delighted; the cavalry hadcome through, bailing them out, and settling up with the guards. The looks however on Trisandrah and Renthios's face were not relief, but anger,quiet yet well contained. The old magister stepped up and spoke to them each in turn. "Miss Rosewood or Songbrook or whatever it is you're going by, your bailhas been posted and the citation waved with a warning. Your record is clean andI cannot in good conscience keep a member of the peerage here for such a nominalinfraction. However, I suggest you keep better company and avoid furtherconfrontations with the Guards. This is not Ogrimmar... we have lawshere." He stepped up and opened the door, moving toward Raerys to remove her handcuffsand release her. As soon as she was free she was quite contrite, looking over at Ren and Trisshamefacedly. With swift steps however, she exited the cell, wanting to be wellaway before the Magister changed his mind. "Mister Badeau... you're being released to the custody of Sir Renthios.You are also being passed on with a warning. Do not make me regret this... thepaladin has considerably more faith in your kind than I do." The old fartthen let Bad go too, though as he joined the others in the passage outside thecell, he and Raerys began muttering angrily at one another again."As for you, Miss..." he eyed up Andi and slid a hand into a pocket,withdrawing a crisp piece of paper. "You're under arrest for the matter ofan unpaid parking ticket, leaving your Hawkstrider tied outside the auctionhouse for over the allowed fifteen minutes and then not cleaning up after itwhen it relieved itself on the steps. I realize this may have escaped yourattention, but we have sent several copies of the citation and a summons all ofwhich you have ignored. I am afraid you'll be with us until the matter has beensettled."Andi looked up at the old mage, squinting, her red hair getting the better ofher as she cheeks rose to match its shade. "Are you feckin' kiddingme?" She growled. The other two troublemakers were well into an argument, something about Raeryspaying for their bail or not. She seemed reticent on not helping the rogue withhis financials, as he was the one who advocated for shooting at the Spire inthe first place. Their argument became all the louder while Ren and Tris didtheir best to calm them down. Andi lost it, struggling against her handcuffs, and hollering at them in thehall. "Hey, feck you both..." They turned in unison and stared her down, "You're the one who had thefire works... what sane person wanders around with those in their purseanyway?" Raerys shot back, Bad turning to look at Andi and nodding inagreement. Andi shook her head, looking past the magister who now was leaving, the womanstill stuck in the cell with her hands cuffed to the bars. "Howare YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”@eye-of-kuu@andijelly@trisandrah@theblacksails@renthios-duskblade