#dalaran underbelly

[xylaes]

February DWC Day 4 - Vengeance

The Cleaner Part 3

Previous stories in this series: Prologue Part 1 Part 2

It didn’t take long for Xylaes to get the information he wanted out of Elrothos Sol’sil. A little flirting, some gentle touching, and a gin and tonic spiked with psychoactive drugs seemed to easily do the trick. Xylaes knew exactly what questions to ask and how to ask them. This is what he had been trained to do during his time in the Elite Forces, and this route was much better than the alternative which typically involved moderate amounts of torture. That’s not something he cared to get back into, and he doubted that Ouro would approve of his indiscretion.

The topic of Elrothos’s old restaurant, Sage and Salt, had been raised, and Xylaes raved about the delicious food (which he had never actually had), and the delightful owner (whom he had never actually met). Apparently the two had been old friends and sort of kept in touch over the years even after Rasen Cinderblade, Xy’s current person of interest, had abruptly moved to Bilgewater Harbor: A lawless city where every vice you can imagine is available for just a handful of silver and debauchery is half off.

That sounded about right for Rasen’s type. It was a place full of cartel activity, and a great place to go to become someone else. Rasen could easily continue whatever dirty work he was into in a city like this, and hopefully he could still be found there. He would go by a different name now, and perhaps have changed his appearance in some ways; hair color, facial hair, hopefully nothing too major or Xylaes would have to dig much, much deeper.

Xy left Elrothos Sol’sil passed out at one of the back tables of the underground brawling ring. He would wake up confused, no doubt, but likely with no memory of their conversation; just the memory of joining one of the fighters over in a darkened corner of the room, likely for lascivious purposes.

He stepped out onto the streets of Dalaran, inhaling the fresh night air before pulling on his coat to cover the sweat and blood-stained shirt. While a great many illegal activities happened in the Underbelly, it was usually best not to bring any attention to it in the main part of the city. He made his way back towards The Red Moon; showering and packing were on the agenda tonight, and then in the morning he would leave for Bilgewater. Taking out his comm device, he sent a quick message to Ouro, ‘Headed to Bilgewater in the AM, may be onto something. Gonna need some extra G for bribes’. Because of course he would need bribe money in a place like that. Time is money, after all, as is silence.

‘Wired to your account, keep me updated.’

Xylaes stopped in his tracks and blinked a few times when the notification came through that 500,000 gold had been sent to him. He shouldn’t have been so surprised, he had been to one of Ouro’s grand warehouses full of weapons, ammo, and other war necessities to pick up some supplies. He truly was a one-man cartel at this point, or were there others? Was he part of this now? A question for another day, but the thought didn’t bother him.

Money seemed to matter very little to Ouro, he never flaunted it nor boasted about it. If Xylaes had to guess, Ouro just preferred keeping himself distracted, and because he already knew this business well, he thrived with it. 

Or perhaps when it came to vengeance, no price was too high.

@daily-writing-challenge @ouroandar

[torbeen]

“Five aces!” Torben announced as proud as a farmer presenting their prize winning pig at a harvest festival who simply *knew* they would bring home the blue ribbon. The cards were slapped down upon the rickety table amidst the dank elegance of what was the Underbelly of Dalaran’s finest, and be sheer coincidence only…tavern? Inn? Watering hole? Even by the loosest standards of what passed as any of the former this establishment failed to reach the bar of any of them, no matter how low such a bar had been brought. 

Did it matter that there were only four aces total in a deck of cards? Of course not. Did it matter that the back of this mysterious fifth ace failed to match the color of *every* other card in play? Sheer happenstance, of course. Such things happened all the time, surely. If any fuss was to be made Torben would make the most likely of excuses for such a thing. The drawing of an ace from his sleeve as the nova of magic transported Dalaran…somewhere or other. Khaz Some’whereo’such. Never. It must’ve been some residual instability in the nexi of arcane energies causing fluctuations in space and time itself. Thus, leading to Torben possessing five aces.

No protest could be made from the trio of dumbfounded faces that surrounded Torben at the table, no steel could be drawn in protest over any such allegations of cheating as they so often were down here. Not when the very base of the city shook with such force that pebbles and loosened sand from the bedrock above vibrated, coming down upon the pile of coins, Torben’s soon to be winnings, in a cascade that left the gold suffering the indignity of being coated in debris. 

What in the wide, wonderful world of Azeroth could have been the source of such a disturbance? What perfect timing it was that the barkeep at the counter uttered such a keen inquiry. “What are those Mages up to now…” The barkeep questioned, setting down the mug he was polishing, as all barkeeps did when they made such questions. 

“NERBIANS!” Came a shout from further within the network of sewer pipes that made up the Underbelly, followed by the sounds of struggle. Gunshots, the clash of steel on something solid, flashes of magic cascading from further ahead in displays so brilliant they put fireworks to shame. 

Stares of disbelief were shared all around the table, now not from the dazzling mystery of the five Aces that Torben had played, and most certainly used to win, the game of cards at the table. Ahhhh, but how swiftly disbelief turned to shock as the very brickwork of the tunnels began to shift, then erupt, as Nerbians poured forth from…somewhere.

How was Torben supposed to know? What was he, an Arachnologist? Of course not! All he knew is that they must have been here for one reason and one reason only. The gold.

How plain it was in the way they chittered and shrieked, scrambling forth onto the planks of the Underbelly’s finest establishment, the glint of greed in their numerous eyes. They were coming here to deprive Torben of his ill-begotten riches from this final hand of the card game!

That must have been it!

Alas, no matter how many legs they had and pockets they had on their pants, not a single one of them would be lined with coin if Torben had anything to say about it. Torben stood over the table and in one fluid, practiced motion drew forth the flintlock pistol tucked into his belt and fired at the nearest Nerbian, scattering their dreams of wealth, and chunky spider juices or whatever they had in their skulls (again, he was not an Arachnologist) through the air.

“Washed straight down the waterspout.”

What shock it was, to Torben at least, that things were still *spinning* out of control, as chaos was weaved around him. Why had that single Nerbian, foiled in it’s plans to interrupt the game of cards, not stemmed the tide of Nerbians that continued to pour forth?

Torben could see the scattered defenders of the Underbelly becoming swiftly overwhelmed, despite the fierce resistance these vagabonds and scoundrels offered,  the blades of the Uncrowned spun into webs and imprisoned. It didn’t take a Marshal to access where things were going. This battle had turned against them.

In such times there was but one thing to do.

“Every man for himself!” Went up the cry from one of the patrons of the Underbelly, and with the practiced precision of cats being let out of a bag, everyone sought to scatter. To escape. To flee.

Not Torben, who stood with the still smoking pistol in hand. He would not flee. He would not abandon the UNderbelly to it’s fate of invasion and armed robbery by these eight-legged monsters.

Not until he had saved…

The gold.

Torben poured his winnings, pebbles, dust, coins and all into the knapsack at his feet, a number of the playing cards falling inside as well. The chaos of the exodus of the Underbelly gave him that precious time. Time to throw the sack over his shoulder, turn…and witness a sight so heinous that it could have chilled the core of a fire elemental.

The depravity. The horror. The crime was so perverse that it went beyond words in any known language to explain.

There were Nerubians…pilfering from the treasure hoard of the Underbelly. The collected wealth that all of the Uncrowned had earned through good and honest robbery. Yet these spiders sought to steal from thieves. It was something that could not be allowed to pass, no matter how readily Torben put his own life and limb at risk. 

Pouring the last of the contents from the table, the few remaining playing cards and a handful of coppers into his hat, and placing it upon his head, Torben charged, with steel in hand.

Two Nerubains could never hope to stand between Torben and the hoard of gold behind them, so it was that his cutlass danced through them like a shears through silk, ichor pouring forth from missing appendages as the would-be thieves were dispatched. 

There was little time, even Torben knew that. Not all of the treasure could be spared from what was an apparent invasion of Nerubians. His previous suspicions that this were nothing more than a robbery were beginning to unravel by the sheer number of them, and the fact that none of them, not a one, were wearing pants and thus, lacked pockets to pilfer anything inside them. 

At least Torben could save some of the treasure, and keep it in his personal safe keeping, of course. There could be nobody better trusted than him to be the caretaker of such wealth.

So caretake he did, shoveling handfuls of jewels, a plethora of priceless treasures, and one namely, odd looking coin with the face of a skull on one side and twin blades on the other that he just felt compelled to take, into the knapsack until it threatened to burst at the seams. 

It wasn’t the press of Nerubians that inspired Torben to finally beat that hasty retreat down the escape tunnel, ohhhh no. It was the sound of something far, far more insidious coming. The voice of a monarchist with a bad haircut coming from the other side of the Underbelly.

One wonderfully executed escape later.

Torben stood upon the banks of…well, who could truly say, watching what appeared to be a massive swell of inky magic consume the floating city-state in a mass…and then erupting with such a violence it made Torben’s puffy, ichor stained swashbuckler shirt billow.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he stared up at the immensity of the loss. All that treasure. Gone.

The Nerubians would pay.

[sirdolraan]

Escape from Dalaran, Part Two

Things had definitely not gotten better while they were getting the first group of civilians out of the city. The city's defenders were putting up a valiant effort, but the Nerubian numbers only seemed to grow, shadowy portals spitting them out all over.

Lorellai was looking for a target to shoot when she heard Alleria's call of "Look out!" to the gathered adventurers, barely managing to recognize the falling tower from above and leaping back to safety as the stone edifice smashed into the street, blocking the path. She offered a hand to Janosis, helping the stunned mage to his feet, as she turned to Dolraan.

"What now, uncle?"

Dolraan looked around, then nodded. "Sewers, there's probably people in need down there. Stay close!" he ordered, taking the lead down into the tunnels, followed close behind by the team. As they descended down the stairs, the sounds of battle were muffled by the rock and masonry, but it wasn't long before chittering came from up ahead. Emerging into the entry road, they caught sight of Anduin slashing a nerubian drudge, panting heavily.

"Meddlers! Good, the rogues down here need our help. The nerubians are wrapping them up, and definitely not for anything good."

"We've got your back, Anduin. Everyone, push forward!" Dolraan ordered, hurling his shield at another drudge. It was quick work to dispatch the creatures, and begin cutting open the webbing they were using on their victims down here; likely to wait for more powerful nerubians to collect them. Spiru tended to them as they got out, fortifying them with shots of pandaren brew, when Janosis heard a call for help.

Peering down the side tunnel, he saw a group of apprentices next to a collection of crates and packages, a dead nerubian warrior laying not far from a badly wounded wizard. "Help us, please! We're supposed to get these books and relics to safety but the runes were damaged and Mage Ulia is hurt!" one of the apprentices, a young vulpera man, cried out. Janosis ran over, eyeing the runes as Lorellai followed him in, pulling a potion off her belt and feeding it to the injured mage, stopping the bleeding before it got worse.

"I can finish this spell! Take this!" he said, pulling a runed stone out of his pack and tossing it to Lorellai. "Once we're safe, I'll try to bring help back with me!"

"You got it, be safe Janosis!" Lorellai answered, stowing the rock and turning back down the tunnel as he pulled out some chalk and began to redraw the damaged runes, infusing them with his own arcane energy to repair the matrix.

"Alright everyone, get your hands on the packages, this is going to be a bit rougher than you're used to. What's the destination?"

"Zuldazar, sir!" the vulpera apprentice answered, taking up the role of spokesperson. "Don't worry, I'll put in a good word with the locals."

Janosis nodded grimly. "Alright, next stop, Zuldaz-" he began, before being interrupted by a sudden burst of movement, as the seemingly dead nerubian lashed out in a final, spiteful act, knocking him out of position just as the spell went off, causing them all to disappear from sight, leaving the spider to expire alone.

Elsewhere, having sent the rescued underbelly survivors out with Anduin, the remaining trio emerged from the sewers to see a regal, strangely elven-faced nerubian confronting Khadgar, as more citizens were pulled through shadowy portals. Seeing them emerge, the creature waved her clawed hand, disappearing in shadow, leaving the square quiet for the moment. "Ah, champions, good to see you."

"Archmage! Glad to see you in good health. Anduin and everyone we could find down below are exiting the city as we speak."

Khadgar nodded, gratefully. "Good, good, the city is all but empty, but this has only begun. I need you down with the survivors in case they are attacked. I will follow shortly, now go!" he declared, opening a portal. Lorellai and Spiru jumped through, leaving Dolraan and Khadgar alone for a moment.

"Don't do anything we would do, Khadgar." Dolraan said after a moment, turning to use the portal.

"Come now old friend, you know I don't make promises I cannot keep," he chuckled, then grew more serious. "Keep them safe, Highlord. No matter what happens."

Dolraan paused before the portal. "I swear it," he said, before passing through, the portal closing behind him as he appeared on the beach, amidst hundreds of worried and confused evacuees. Spotting Jaina Proudmoore, he began to jog over, before a cracking sound drew his, and everyone else's, gaze to the city above, right as it was consumed by void and shattered into pieces. He barely had time to raise his shield and call upon the Light to shield Lorellai and Spiru as the rubble rained down upon them.

Elsewhere, amid a torrent of arcane energy, Janosis tumbled. He'd managed to finish the spell and send the apprentices and their payload on their way, but the nerubian's attack had torn at his arm and caused him to lose his grip, meaning he was now free falling through the ley line matrices of Khaz Algar, which in most circles of magical understanding was considered a Serious Problem. Trying to fight through the pain, he tried to reach out to every point of reality he could feel, feeling them wrench away over and over as he tumbled, his body beginning to burn as the sheer arcane power around him began to tear at his body; no one was meant to be in the lines this long. At his side, Penelops manifested, though at first he did not recognize his familiar. Instead of her usual orb of energy, she took the form of a small bird, flapping furiously to keep beside him. "Master, I have detected a hard point that will be accessible in 5.8 seconds. Counting down. Five. Four."

He could figure out the bird thing later, right now he needed to Not Die. Reaching out, he found the hard point, and with Penelops counting in his mind, he was ready for it, grabbing hold and pulling himself free of the power of the ley lines and back into the material world. He landed hard on cold ground, coughing as his vision swam before him. It took a solid minute for the blurring to stop, and let him take in the sights before him.

"Oh that's not good," he sighed, before a shadow fell over him and everything went dark.

[archmage--khadgar]

A woman walked through Dalaran as if she had been there before. Much to her displeasure, she had gotten brief stares from the locals- including some of the silver covenant elves.

Even now, Jaina couldn't escape her mistakes such abandoning the people of Dalaran in their time of need when the legion threatened their world. But she had a valid reason for her actions, she wasn't sure if Khadgar or the council would understand.

Unconsciously, she laid a hand on the stomach as thoughts of doubt bombarded her- was this a bad idea?

She made her way past a pair of Kirin Tor guards who eyed her wearily. No doubt they remembered when she had abandoned them, but she stood tall.

"Khadgar, I am aware I must have a strained relationship with not only the Kirin Tor- but the council recently, but I must speak with you."

She was not expecting him to hear her out, not after how she acted and teleported away to Stormhiem.

She closed her eyes and mentally whispered a silent prayer to the tides that her friend would hear her out. Her stormy blue eyes opened, and she breathed deeply.

"Let us ajourn to a more private place away from prying ears before I explain, but I only ask for you to keep an open mind... please."

Her voice had betrayed her. She couldn't hide the fear,

"You are always welcome to speak with me." Khadgar gave a sympathetic smile. "And if the others don't like it, they can huff and puff their frustration all they want. I much prefer being on speaking terms with you, than not."

He gestured off to the side. "There's a few options; one of the many hidden nooks in one of the many libraries, or the top of the tower? I wouldn't recommend anywhere in the underbelly, the shadows down there have ears."

He wondered what she needed to speak to him about; hopefully it wasn't yet another world ending disaster or monster. She sounded afraid, and anything that scared Jaina would certainly be a fearsome enemy. Unless of course, she was afraid over a personal matter, and dealing with those were honestly more terrifying than any old god.

[chlofae]

Dalaran - Underbelly (Broken Isles) ♥

Gifs created by me.

[kharrisdawndancer]

Announcing the 14th Annual Scary Cakes!

Join us for the 14th annual Scary Cakes Costume Contest!

We will have prizes and a relaxed RP event for you to mingle at and enjoy.

Where: Dalaran (NORTHREND), Underbelly

When: Oct 22, 2023

Time: 5pm WrA / 7pm MG

Who: Neutral event for all Horde, Alliance, and Neutral characters.

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[ooc-miqojak]

LFRP/Character Info: Lilliana Whitedawn

Name: Lilliana Whitedawn

Alias: Lily

Species: Sin'dorei (Felblood?)

(This character is very specifically not an Illidari/Demon Hunter.)

Age: (Young Adult) 140

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 6'1”

Eyes: Fel-green

Complexion: White, sun-tanned

Hair: Platinum Blonde

Build: Lean/Toned

Prominent Features:

Fel-green thorned vines tattooed about her torso and hips – not unlike an Illidari's...but not entirely like them, either. There's binding that's been done, however stylized the vines may be; perhaps in homage to her nickname, 'Lily', these tattoos have been shaped like thorned, flowering vines.

There are several notable pieces of jewelry – from a few rings, to a necklace, to several small, delicate golden earrings along her lengthy ears; the specifics are best left to RP, and though this may come across as a display of status... it is, to her, a collection of memories of those now lost to her.

Dark-hued, ridged ram's horns sweep low and close to her head, to curl behind those long, slender ears. (The in-game model is... not as sleek as I'd like, alas. Hers have moreso the shape and form of the version that male Sin'dorei get.)

Relationship Status: Single, divorced from a very brief marriage

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Children: One daughter (Caitiri Whitedawn), age 10 at the beginning of DF

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Residence: Quel'thalas apartment, Eversong Woods Estate, Eastern Plaguelands Estate

Faction: Faction neutral. The Alliance races are often accepted more readily than Horde ones. (Extremely human friendly! They were her people's first allies, after all.)

Languages: Thalassian, Common, Draconic, Demonic, Orcish (she may be able to fumble around in Darnassian). Likely in the order of how well she speaks them, to boot (she doesn't use orcish unless she must, frankly)

Occupation:

Noble of Silvermoon; Knight of the Argent Crusade; retired from the Blood Knights after the Cataclysm. Does some pirating as a way to 'blow off steam,' in her struggle against her corruption. Her name is also often seen in charities around Silvermoon/the Quel'thalas area – donations to rebuilding efforts, and animal shelters mostly.

Over the last decade, she's had an estate built in the Eastern Plaguelands. She's hired – and keeps on staff – a number of druids and shaman, to tend to the land and heal it... and not just for her estate, either - they are encouraged to heal the land as they see fit, and she will continue to provide housing and pay.

Other nights, she haunts a nightclub in the underbelly of Dalaran known as The Nathrezim, owned by old friends from stories long told. The towering, horned woman can often be found making deals of a many and varied sort in a VIP booth – be it for drugs, connections, a boon, or favors-to-be-paid. It's the sort of place where any and all are welcome, and almost anything can be had... for a price. Race and faction don't matter where the deal is king.

She's a woman who keeps the very different facets of her life very far apart, and intends to keep it that way.

Appearance:

Tall and lithe, this platinum blonde, suntanned woman seems all but crafted to draw the eye, despite - or perhaps in spite of - the curl of wicked horns that sweep behind lengthy, pierced ears. There's a subtle allure - to scent, to voice, to form, to charisma in general - that's difficult to put one's finger on. Though in light of all this, it would be difficult to miss the ripple of lean muscle, the dark shadow of markings that slash through her eyes, or the flash of small fangs in a mischievous smile. Despite the dark edges of this Blood Elf, freckles splash merrily along her nose and upper cheeks; this terribly tall, horned woman retains her somewhat-delicate-seeming features, despite the rather obvious fel aura that most would sooner attribute to a powerful warlock...or even a demon.

Scars are usually hidden beneath clothing that is finely tailored, though never gaudy - unless comfort or utility is paramount; armor consists of dark, typically roguish, leather that sports a myriad of pockets, pouches, straps, and (often unnecessary) buckles...not to mention weapons both seen, or otherwise.

Do you know your demons? With curling horns and the dark, vertical markings on her eyes that attest to a Dreadlord, one might guess at her origins. But then, what research has been done on the long-term effects of fel on elves? If you know your demons...you don't know this one.

Personality: Impetuous; Mischievous; Distant/mistrusting; Loyal; Flippant, prone to impulse. Also, loves animals (cats mostly, but she owns birds as well)! ...and baked goods.

These days, Lily isn't the people-pleaser she once was – indeed, she's far more interested in her own goals – striving, in ways, to preserve parts of who she was... while knowing, ultimately, that she will fall to her corruption in time. (I love Vampire:The Masquerade, and I like to keep their humanity system in mind.) She still feels deeply, even if she plays it off better these days – no more heart-on-her-sleeve. Though she is a loyal friend and partner, if those attachments are to be made, it's much more difficult a task, anymore. Loyalty is important. But few are loyal, and even fewer are worth her loyalty. Once bitten, twice shy jaded.

OOC Notes:

Hey there! I've played WoW off and on since Wrath, and started Lily near the end of Wrath/beginning of Cata, so she's been through a lot! Even the demon she fell into trouble with was a player, and her current state of being was all achieved through RP – I love angst, and I love consequences. I like dark RP – dark themes, explorations of morality (what is 'right' or 'wrong'? And who says so?), explorations of the darkest (and often through that, the brightest) parts of people of all kinds of backgrounds. (Not all RP has to be dark! As a note. I like angst, but coming up for air is nice too!)

I prefer (21+) RP partners who are proactive, and aren't afraid of OOC communication! (Especially in the dark RP niche) I like RP partners who know how to keep IC and OOC separate, and those who are able to step back from emotionally intense scenes once they're over... i.e., keeping the IC drama/angst purely IC! I love to talk about scenes, and RP ideas OOC, but I'm not a fan of when IC is taken OOC. (And admittedly, I like not giving away everything about a character up front... the mystery/the journey is why we tell stories, no?)

No out of game RP for me, unfortunately, unless I specifically invite it! I simply cannot stay in character in roleplays that last for multiple days in a forum style. I will need you to work with me on scheduling RP, as well! I can't be IC at a moment's notice, and prefer to schedule RP ahead of time to make sure I'm in the right headspace (the ADHD just functions better knowing when things are going to happen).

Also, I tend to be a para-poster! I mirror as well, but I tend to be descriptive, and that results in long posts - as if this long post wasn't warning enough...

Server: Wyrmrest Accord

Playlist:

This playlist has been around for many years - I long ago migrated it over from Youtube, since it existed before Spotify did, even! I've been updating it throughout the years as I've played Lily, and even tacked some songs on while I wasn't actively writing for her, so it's a good look back in time at who she's been - and perhaps a bit of a look at who she's becoming.

History/Hooks:

Almost anything you've read thus far could most likely be used as a hook! That's often why I include such details.

She used to run with a less than savory crowd, post-retirement from the Blood Knights, though it's rumored that the horned young woman now stands on her own two hooves feet in the shadows of Murder Row, and similar communities beyond. Maybe you'll find her there, or at the club in Dalaran, if you're not too picky about who you ask favors of.

- She spends a lot of time at Light's Hope, and still works with the Brotherhood of the Light... though if you know of this particular sect? You know why someone like her was assigned to a sect like theirs. She began squiring during the Cataclysm era, and went on to earn her Knighthood – so Argent connections are still great!

- She's still a Silvermoon noble of quite some rank - though she's rarely comported herself as a noble woman 'ought'... and yet, despite fel trappings, she seems to go above and beyond to ease the suffering of those under her charge, after the ravages of far too many wars... she's fought in most of them, after all.

- Gets up to pirate stuff sometimes! That's always a good hook. Maybe you're intrigued by the rumors of a 'demonic pirate crew' pillaging the high seas that no one can seem to confirm.

- Lily has a passion for history – her people's history, mostly. She's spent years flying around Azeroth with her draconic best friend, scouring ancient ruins for artifacts and anything else... often laying the spirits therein to rest, as well, considering she wielded the Light for most of those travels. Talk about Elven culture/history with her, or show off some artifact of your own! She's a secret nerd.

- Light Wielders beware... she has complicated feelings about the Light - very love/hate. (Although I do think it would be a blast for her to have a Light-based confessor-type she could speak with? But I can't promise she won't be creepy about it.)

[scintille-starshine]

Just your basic bar! Join "The Hooks" for a causal social gathering on the second Saturday of every month. Come and go as you please.

Meet new people using the IC 'story hooks' that can be given out by the staff. Small prizes included for completing your tasks.

Location: Northrend Dalaran, in the "Cantrips & Crows" area of the Underbelly. Time: 6pm PST (WrA)

Contacts: Audrey (WrA-A), Scintille (WrA-H)

[safrona-shadowsun]

Is there anywhere she refuses to go? Anything she refuses to collect? Why?

"If the price is right or my interests align compared to the risk, the destination is fairly open on the map. I tend to not re-tread territory where business became an utter mess in the past - the Underbelly of Dalaran and Tirasfal for example. Some transport or acquisition contracts offered to me are not always carried out by me personally. Much as I like the idea of everyone thinking of me as their personally preferred Courier, I have others I can entrust the opportunity of a prized contract to. Would be very greedy of me to take all the business, yes?"

{ @chothulu }

[pyraelia]

November 26 - Day 7 Infatuation / Endless

Companion story to Aerden’s Day 2 -> here

This had all started as an infatuation, hadn’t it? It was kind of funny to think about now— how girlish she’d been about it all. But, she’d been younger, and having a crush had been fairly new. The highs and lows of those emotions she felt so much more keenly, back then. Not that it was really that long ago, but it felt like it at times.

They’d been better friends these last few years than they had in those early ones; she’d go so far as to call Aerden one of her dearest friends even, ranking him high in the echelon of people she had endless admiration for.

Which was absolutely why she, a former noblewoman who had traded away her titles for a bit of mental peace, was getting all dressed up to go watch some brawls in Dalaran’s infamous Underbelly.

Well, not all dressed up. Really it was more dressed down, or maybe even dressed simply, if the clothes were still a little expensive. A black satin bomber jacket with a nice pastel pink lining to hide most of her prosthetic arm, basic white t-shirt and snug black denim pants that hugged her legs and made her look every inch the six foot tall that she was, and a well worn pair of slouchy adventuring boots that were comfortable enough to stand in if there wasn’t seating.

She looked good. She felt good. She was so happy to be asked, they shared a few interests but it was kind of a treat to get invited to share in one of the ones she didn’t know much about.

No matter what happened, they were going to have a good time!

@daily-writing-challenge @aerdendios

[taricdarkmorn]

TONIGHT ONLY!

Pickles art by @saltsparkle​!

TONIGHT ONLY: Pickles the cockatiel will be giving naughty fortunes for tips at Cloud City Market’s 18+ night, Red Cloud District!

Where: Underbelly, Dalaran (Northrend) When: Wednesday, November 9th, 6-8pm Wyrmrest Accord -----> Official flyer here! <----- 18+ ONLY PLEASE!

Come get your naughty fortune and pick up some edibles in a variety of forms and flavors at Eclectic Edibles, hosted by Taric Sunflare!

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@thecloudcitymarket​

[st1nkythoughts]

How to get one of the mailbox toys aka "Katy's Stampwhistle" in World of Warcraft

First, thank you to the walkthrough I used, davyrowland on Reddit.

You'll need the quest item "Lost Mail" which can be bought on the auction house for like minimum 30 k gold (when I checked), OR you can get it for free by checking the mailboxes in NEW Dalaran (Legion/Broken Isle). The item is physically next to the mailbox.

Deliver the "Lost Mail" to Madam Goya in the Underbelly. (This is sort of a sewer space underneath the city)

Go to your mailbox and pick up the mail from the Postmaster who will summon you to the Dalaran Mailroom.

4. You'll be tasked with sorting 9 pieces of flying mail. 5. Quest 6. Quest 7. Quest 8. Quest 9. Quest 10. Quest 11. Now for the most difficult part: Sorting 30 letters in 1 minute with only cities/places showing.

For me the only method that really worked (since I don't know where all the places are, just some) was to make a google doc with all the place names, then try to sort it while looking at the list. The more I did it, the more of the places I didn't know from before, I managed to memorise where they went. I'll attach the google doc I made and used: Postmaster Aid

[nelfs]

theyre trapped in the dalaran underbelly

[theshadowsparrow]

Location: Dalaran Underbelly Participants: Theo, Lae'lia (Sin'dorei warlock)

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Theo’s back stood against a brick wall, one foot flat pressed to it as well. The alleyway in the belly of Dalaran stunk of rat nests, degenerate piss, damp air and sin. Paradise. This time, Silvermoon’s orphan wore a mask over his eyes to leave his mouth in plain view. He picked away at something caught up between an elven fang and the tooth beside it with a toothpick. The sound drew closer on the stones.

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“Theo…dayne…”

He hissed, pushing off the wall and tossed the shard of wood aside. A growl rumbled out from his chest.

“I’ve half a mind to cut your tongue from that pretty face. You dare speak that name here?”

Her laughter richly flowed from her lips and licked his frame too deliciously… too dangerously as they made their mutual approach. She was dressed to capture a man’s soul and break his heart at the same time. High heels continued to sound on the ground with her measured saunter. Theo crossed his arms and while his fingers itched to draw blades to sink into her flesh. That wasn’t the only thing on his body tempted.

“Is that a crack in your armor I see? Tsk, you’re losing your edge.”

Theo grunted as the female elf came to stand before him, smelling of unfulfilled promises and temptation embodied. She stood just beneath his chin, hair the shade of dried blood that glistened in the dull lighting of the alley as if it was slightly damp. Curves for days with her ample hips and plump, firm breasts. The tapered waist where the silk clung begged to be touched, tested as did the strength of those thick thighs. He’d watched her ass plenty of times to know it on sight. She knew her looks afforded her liberties that no one else on this planet could otherwise with so many.

One of her painted nails reached up to press into his abs. Theo didn’t even hesitate as he struck out, hand moving to grip behind her head and fisting a handful of her hair. Her hiss was that of a viper as he angled her head back. She grinned up at him.

“There’s the Shadow Sparrow I know,” Lae’lia purred and Theo gripped her hair even harsher to bring on a familiar sting. His hand struck her waist, turning her before shoving her face into the brick. His body came quickly to align against her own, pressing her there. All she did was laugh again, its sound echoing down the narrow passageway. Dragging nails up the rough stone, Lae set her palms flat while rocking her hips back into his pelvis. A pout came to find him unaroused.

Theo growled again through clenched teeth. He spoke slowly, making damn sure she understood his words. “I didn’t bring you here for this. Now, tell me what the fuck it is I want to know.”

He’d be a fool not to admit his flesh was tempted, but he’d be a bigger fool to show it and give her any leverage over him. Theo forced images of fucking idiots praying to false gods in the Cathedral in Stormwind, and there was no chance this vixen was gonna win over that. She better not. Theo lifted her head a small fraction only to shove it right back against the stone again, not giving any shits if the brick scratched or marred her features.

“And you better keep those hands right where I can see them. I don’t need to let go of you to kill you,” he drew close to her ear to remind Lea before taking hold of her earlobe, biting it harshly.

She bucked against him, the tone escaping her mouth sounding pretty damn close to that of a moan. Once, she thought he'd been under her thrall. Once, they’d spent a single night of utter debauchery that Lae was convinced she’d found her mate in life only to awake to an empty bed. No note. And, he’d robbed her. She recalled that now with fondness as she ground her ass against him again, hips shifting back and forth trying to get /him/ to pay any sort of attention to her. “You know I like it when you hurt me, Theo.”

Fuck all the gods, false and true. This woman. He began to shove her head further into the wall and push himself away when one of her arms lowered, gripping at his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him near her. “Wait! Just…,” Lae’lia bit her bottom lip as Theo smirked. The negotiations had begun. “If you just be with me again, I’ll tell you whatever it is you want to know. I’ll tell you everything”

“I’m not buying it, Lae,” Theo replied and this time, he pressed his hips into her ass, pressing his lean form into hers, a display of strength to her softness. “I could fuck you right here, right now and get you to spill your fucking guts, sure. Or, I could spill your fucking guts as you tell me what I want to know anyway. How about we forego both, hm?”

Theo felt her stiffen beneath him and the dark beast preened within him. He was itching for a fight and this delectable warlock was the perfect specimen for such. It made him wonder where the fuck her precious imps were, his spidey senses hadn’t gone off yet. Had she really come here alone? Or her damn voidwalker bodyguard. Lae’lia almost never went anywhere without it. Probably guarding the alleyway. Theo made peace with this conclusion just as he felt the elf beneath him slowly relax, submitting under his will. Satisfaction filled him but Theo hungered for more.

“Fine, Shadow Sparrow. Have it your way,” Lae snapped before dropping her arms down by her sides limply.

Theo eased his head down by her neck, tugging on her hair to angle her head back so he could kiss the side of her flesh. “Good, now we can fuck.”

<< FADE TO BLACK >>

[brightfallapprentice]

The Maw and Oribos for the shadowlands asks ?

The Maw: Least favorite place to be?

"Dalaran's Underbelly. I try to avoid that area as much as possible."

Oribos: Favorite place to be?

"Home. More recently and specifically, my own apartment. It's small, and I still have quite the amount of clutter that I need to sort...but it's my own place. And I enjoy the freedom that I have there. Very different to the large estate, but I think I prefer it that way."

ty @late-to-the-fandom ))

[areniaagn]

"That, Nixalegos, is the both the beauty and the bitch of it."

A gauntleted hand rested now on the table, joined by Aren's other hand. He had come running (which, as far as Nixalegos had seen, was 'a jog' when not in combat) to the warlock mere moments ago and quickly elucidated the fel engineer on the latest discovery to rock the Dalaran Underbelly.

An elderly magus had passed away, and because said magus hadn't updated their will, that meant the contents of their storage unit was now forfeit to the highest bidders (to be determined at a later date), on an item-by-item basis.

"It was only discovered not too long ago. Just today. Even with magical communication, it will take time for any interested groups to gather for any attempt to take it for themselves. Unfortunately? That time window is dwindling. I cannot go to the Ebon Blade for this, as going through official channels will simply take too long. Given that my priority is making sure it doesn't land in the hands of someone who wants to destroy Azeroth, I will cut you a deal." And then the Dread Commander leans in, meeting the elf's eyes directly.

"Be my partner in crime for this one job, and I will give you the Darkstone. Yes, the entire Darkstone. And--for the record? It is about..."

His hands emphasize the size of a spherical object. About the size of a scrying orb, or a bit smaller than Nixalegos' head.

"This large, give or take."

( @nixalegos )

❛i know... i'm asking you to commit a cardinal sin.❜

"Yeah of gluttony." He said, his attention such that he physically leaned over the table and rested an armored gauntlet on the table for emphasis. "An entire Draenic Darkstone? In a Dalaran storage unit. Holy SHIT." He said coming to lean back reeling with the possibilities. "I obviously don't have to tell you how fucking dangerous that would be even in the right hands, let alone bad ones. Was it pilfered during the Draenor fiasco? Tucked away and then what, simply forgotten about?" He asked, curiosity ablaze and on full display. Even a moderately sized Darkstone, detonated properly could turn a battlefield into a one sided slaughter. The largest held such sheer numbers of captured souls to indulge and feast upon, an equivalent consumption utterly warped and bloated one of the most notorious warlocks in history. They were in short, quite the prize. "...Hells. And if you know about this, that means the Auchenai likely do to. Or any hidden Sargerei." He grumbled and then frowned. "Ah. Now I see why you wanted to tell me about this, you don't want me to actually claim it, you want me to run interference and interdiction. Who's paying you to find and recover this?" He asked, all the joy at the prospective claim draining away to mere professional coolness in his voice. "Because whatever they're offering you, I'm going to need a percentage."

@areniaagn