#may dwc 2022

[daily-writing-challenge]

DAILY WRITING CHALLENGE 2022 IS BACK!

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO USE THE ACTUAL WORD FOR THIS CHALLENGE, YOU MAY SIMPLY BASE YOUR STORY AROUND ONE OF THESE IDEAS!

Choose one or both words/IDEAS and write a story, drabble, poem, or anything else once a day, every day, for a week!

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There will be no optional challenges for the weekly DWC’s, but please feel free to make up some of your own challenges!

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((Written word list below the cut))

Day 1 - November 20:

Instinct, Neglect

Day 2 - November 21:

Orbit, Illusion

Day 3 - November 22:

Forest, Mortality

Day 4 - November 23:

Children, Vision

Day 5 - November 24:

Lush, Damage

Day 6 - November 25:

Home, Unnatural

Day 7 - November 26:

Infatuation, Endless

[sirdolraan]

Interrogation

DWC November 2022 Day 6: Home/Unnatural CW: Violence, torture, murder, blood @daily-writing-challenge

Drogan Truthhammer, Deathlord of Acherus, entered the prisoner wing of the necropolis, and took in the primalist the Ebon Blade had captured. A tauren male, barely into adulthood, battered and bruised from the battle that had seen his allies slaughtered, and him captured for interrogation.

"Leave us," Drogan intoned, eyeing the two ebon knights in the chamber. They bowed their heads to him and exited, leaving him alone with the prisoner. Drogan's glowing eyes narrowed. "Tell me your name."

The prisoner glared up at him, and spat at the death knight. The glob struck Drogan's breastplate, and quickly froze to it. Drogan stepped forward, feeling the hunger rise in him, and grabbed the tauren's arm, calling upon the cold of death. To his credit, the prisoner did not cry out, but the grunts he could not stop told the story of his pain just as well. Drogan released the arm, frostbite marring the skin he'd siezed.

"I am not here to make requests, or interested in negotiating. You have sought to bring death and destruction to the world, and you will die for it. What you choose now is whether your death is clean, your body returned to Kalimdor with respect, or if I turn you over to the fleshcrafters. Now. Tell me your name."

"... Nolak."

"Very well. Nolak. Tell me why you joined the primalists."

"They spoke the truth. The truth of this world. It sings in my heart, even in this cursed place, monster," the tauren replied, breathing heavy.

"Tell me this truth, Nolak."

"This world was once pure. Elemental forces in harmony. Then powers from outside came to this world, and twisted it. Their unnatural influence has been the source of all strife, all suffering, all pain. The Titans. The Old Gods. The Holy Light. The Scourge." Nolak's eyes glittered with defiance as he spoke the last. "Kurog is the prophet of the earth mother's true children, and soon they will wash away all that is impure."

"Ah. You encountered some suffering in your young life, and have decided a creature of charisma and power will make your foes suffer. The path of the weak and stupid." Drogan stepped away, fighting down the urge to break his word. The hunger was strong today. "You have obeyed my commands. I will be true to my word. What is left of you will find its way back to Mulgore, and your people may decide what to do about it."

"Even if I die, there are hundreds more like me ready to rise, you cannot stop us a-" Nolak's declaration was cut short as Drogan spun and reach out, shadowing tendrils crushing his windpipe. The tauren gasped and choked for air, as Drogan slowly approached.

"Pray, in your final moments, that we are not summoned to deal with your pathetic little friends, cultist. Pray that the true heroes of this world meet them in battle, and grant them clemency in surrender or honor in death. For if you are right, if they do prove too large a threat to ignore, Death will come and claim them all before they are allowed to destroy the peoples of this world," he declared, drawing forth his runeblade. He released his grip on the tauren's throat as he drove the icy weapon into Nolak's chest, impaling the young bull's heart and spraying blood around the room. As Nolak convulsed and gasped his final breaths, Drogan allowed himself a moment to enjoy the sating of his hunger. Killing foes in battle was one thing, but it was these private cruelties that truly granted him the peace he needed to interact with the world.

A figure stepped forward from the shadows behind him as he withdrew his blade, tapping it on the wall to break off the frozen blood that had adhered to it. "Prepare the remains for transport, Lady Whitemane. This one shall be granted the mercy of rest for his compliance."

Behind him, the horsewoman nodded. "As you say, Drogan. I commend you on keeping your mind."

"A necessity. I am expected back home to wish my granddaughter well on her journey. And the living must be apprised of what we have learned. Once arrangements are made, inform Darion of what he told us. I shall return in two days."

"As you say, Deathlord. Suffer well."

[luminashdawnwing]

November DWC 2022 Day 1: Instinct / Neglect

“Do you ever get bored, Goldleaf? Tired of all the papers coming in that you have to catalog, all of the magisters and magistrices crying out for the personal touch of a clerk, your stamp of approval on their work going into the archives?”

Luminash spoke idly, a smirk playing at his lips. He leaned against the back of a chair - scarcely deigning to sit and chat in the Magistry clerk’s office - but remaining after his work was done to wag his tongue all the same. Somewhat, perhaps, like a cat, satisfied that his incessant meowing had obtained him his dinner, offered the opportunity for his caretaker to stroke his back before wandering off again.

The clerk, adjusting his glasses as he peered at yet another one of Luminash’s requests for placement of work into the archives, exhaled a bone-weary sigh.

“Magister, no day you stop by my office is ever boring. That said, the frequency of these visits in the past years has been...” He trailed off, fishing for the right word, “Concerning.” He looked up at the magister, who still wore something of a smug grin, “Do you ever sleep with the rate you’ve been seeking publication?”

“Oh, of course I do! The sheer number of unfinished, abandoned work I have had the time now to complete has no doubt contributed to that perception, though."

Goldleaf flipped a page, his eyes only barely avoiding glazing over entirely. The magister could never simply say something. He had to ramble it, as if speaking with too few words would make him look stupid.

“I haven’t seen any joint reports with the Reliquary come in lately,” the clerk replied, preparing his next barb, “Have they finally cut off access to their Titan collection? Or perhaps stop replying to your requests for collaboration?” He couldn’t help but quirk a smile, even if it was wiped quickly away as he turned another page.

The magister barked out a laugh, “Nothing of the sort! It’s just that they’ve become so...boring! It’s all the same digsites, Goldleaf, or catching up on a backlog of artifacts. And that is good, of course, I’ve been doing the same, but there’s nothing new!” He shrugged, shaking his head, “They have filled in their map, but they neglect new horizons.”

Peering over his glasses, Goldleaf let a smile spread across his face, “So you don’t know? Oh, I have news for you then, Magister.” He tapped the papers on the desk to straighten them, “First, that I am signing off on the publication of your next volume of the History of the Elven Peoples. Second, that I have a letter from one Ms. Rivergleam that you may find interesting.”

Luminash’s ears twitched, eyes widening in excitement, “Rivergleam? Was she not one of those sent to Orgrimmar?”

Goldleaf nodded, “To possibly meet with ambassadors of dragonkind, yes.” The clerk pulled a folded parchment from his desk and offered it to the magister, “She sent a batch of letters to the Magistry, to be distributed to certain chosen scholars by illustrious clerks such as myself.”

“And one is for me, I take it?” Luminash leaned forward, no longer leaning against the wall, the promise of a new horizon drawing him in. The world was, of course, at peace, and peace was a thing of beauty, an opportunity scarcely afforded to mortals, but was it not also stagnation?

The clerk offered a folded parchment, but snatched it away before Luminash could grab it, flashing a grin, “It is yours, yes, on one condition.”

The magister scowled, though it did not reach his eyes. Truly, the bureaucracy of Silvermoon would be unbearable if not for bothering the clerks, “Name it, Goldleaf.”

“You will now be putting a second volume of your elven history on the shelves of our archives, and yet you’ve numbered them volumes two and three. What is the first?”

Luminash snatched the parchment and laughed loudly, “Oh, I thought you’d never ask!” The magister made to leave, calling out over his shoulder as he left the cluttered office behind, “Why, the very beginning. One cannot have elves without our troll forebears, can we?”

“Magister! Wait! You know how much a fight that will be to publish here! Magister!”

Goldleaf only sat, stunned, as Luminash’s laughter echoed down the hall.

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[brightfallapprentice]

Infatuation

DWC 2022 (November) DAY 7 - INFATUATION/ENDLESS

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Narielle was a remarkable woman. Fair-skinned with a gentle smile and snow white hair that was always tied up neatly, though loose strands often slipped free to fall over her eyes, especially when she was deep in study over a book. He’d watch her nose wrinkle, as she flipped yet another page - stifling a yawn behind her hand. She’d caught his gaze as he let it linger for a little too long, and he’d seen the corners of her mouth turn up into a knowing smile.  She’d purposely brushed his hand numerous times, let her hand linger on his before moving away and continuing with the tour of the tower she’d been instructed on giving him. Though, he was fairly confident that she’d volunteered.

They’d known each other for quite some time now, four years, in fact. Enough time to build up a friendship, perhaps a hint of romance...but he was never too sure. Narielle was a woman devoted to her study, and she had mentioned it had been some time since she’d opened herself to the idea of starting a romantic relationship - even though she wasn’t averse to it. 

Aeriden had wondered many times, if it was just infatuation. Something that made him feel such intense feelings...but fleeting. Something that would eventually pass as he questioned these emotions more and more. Sometimes, he hoped that’s all it was, as bitter as that may have sounded.

Aria had even poked him on it, teasing him as she usually would - though he could tell she was genuinely curious if there was something between the two mages. Perhaps there was, after all, he would never forget the kisses stolen in the night, or the times she’d stay over. Both he and Narielle weren’t of the mind that any sexual intimacies were to be shared only when married. However, Aeriden himself had been hesitant after awhile. He knew what ‘friends-with-benefits’ meant. As fun as it had sounded, it took a mind to know how to separate feelings and pleasure, and keep it that way. Aria had warned him of it, that once feelings were involved...it started to tow a very, complicated line if he wasn’t truthful with himself.

Was he on that line already? Quite possibly, although he couldn’t help but wonder if the same thought had crossed Nari’s mind already. He needed to find out where exactly her head was, before it got too out of hand. Perhaps -

“Aeriden, can I ask you something? I’ve just recieved word of an expedition. I’d like you to accompany me. I’ve already spoken with your mentor.” “Huh? Oh...” He found himself lost for words for a moment, before he chuckled and nodded - placing his now-cold coffee down, his own thoughts carrying him away for far too long. “Of course. Shall we make plans over coffee? I have some questions of my own.”

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[straightouttatheashes]

Instinct

DWC 2022 (November) DAY 1 - INSTINCT/NEGLECT

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Three years had come and gone since the Shadowlands was closed off for good, at least to those still alive and unable to walk the path of death so easily. Three years, and memories that had only just resurfaced had to be left behind - small mementos being kept and taken home. At least....those were the only things Phe had assumed would remain with them in Azeroth.

One sleepless night, she’d untangled herself from Barry’s embrace and quietly left him snoozing in the bed - needing to fetch herself some water or something to clear her head a little. Walking across the room to their corner kitchen, a familiar photo frame caught her eye, illuminated by the faint light that shone through the window.  Rubbing her eyes, she paused for a brief moment before wandering over to the frame and carefully picking it up. They looked so happy together, the three of them. Hyacin, David and Barry - a photo she’d taken of them during their time in the Shadowlands, the picturesque landscape of Bastion behind them. Beside that photo on the shelf, laid a steward’s flute. Another reminder of their time there. Man, she missed little Pico. 

She still kept the compass that Cay had made for her to find Rhelon...and as she lowered the photo back to it’s place on the shelf, her brows furrowed as her mind wandered.  Something happened during that ritual.... Something changed them.

At first, she figured it was just a side effect, like her temporary blindness. But as their relationship strengthened and the days, months...years passed.... So did something else.

There were times Phe wasn’t seen with Barry around her at all. When asked, she’d always reply with something along the lines of, “I ain’t his boss.” or “I dunno, he’s a free man.”  She’d reply so casually, so nonchalantly - and often that would strike up other questions. “Aren’t you worried?” “What if he’s in danger?” “What’s he doing anyway?” 

Not once had she been worried, even if she knew he may have been getting into trouble. And it wasn’t just because she knew Barry was capable of taking care of himself. No...it was something else. A connection. An instinct.

There was always this unspoken bond...a link, she’d like to call it. When one knew the other was in danger. Like being on the same wavelength, but so much stronger. It was a reason why she didn’t seem phased if Barry was away. Because she could feel when something was wrong. It was hard to explain it to anyone, let alone herself. 

Cay had mentioned something about the link happening because Barry had stepped into the waters while the ritual was in process, and at quite a stressful point too. She wasn’t sure what to believe, and honestly, she thought that would come and go and remain gone once they’d left. 

But something still lingered, and whenever she felt her husband in danger - there’d be a spark. A flash of worry, something off. He felt it too. 

By now they’d both become used to it, and it had helped them immensely. Some wondered how they were so ‘in sync’, as she’d heard her brother say, before he joked abouit how chaotic they were together. Phe had scoffed and responded with “Relationship Goals.”  But it was so much more than that, wasn’t it?

@disruptanddisturb​ & @mekandawn for mentions

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[marketing123456789]

Aquaponics Market Innovation, Technologies, Applications, Verticals, Strategies & Strength, Opportunities Forecasts 2033

As per FMI’s analysis, the global aquaponics market is predicted to surge from US$ 1,560 million in 2023 to US$ 3,415.5 Million by 2033. The aquaponics industry is set to observe significant growth in the assessment period. Aquaponics proponents frequently quote plenty of advantages that result from this form of farming.

A potent benefit is its environmental friendliness. Aquaponics systems utilize a mere 10% of water otherwise used to produce traditional crops. Upon proper management of resources, the use of pesticides, chemicals, and synthetic fertilizers can be significantly diminished or entirely discarded.

Explore the market size and forecast along with the research methodology. The Sample report is available in PDF format @  https://www.futuremarketinsights.com/reports/sample/rep-gb-4376

Rapid global warming has certainly made consumers quite cautious about their day-to-day choices. As a result, the global population has become discerning, and consequently, interested in sustainable ways and methods.

With enough space, the aquaponics systems can be scaled, with little to no effort, to meet market demands. This is why, producers and growers are at an advantage here. All the above-mentioned benefits are projected to fuel business prospects in the coming years.

The market growth, however, may be marred by a few restraints involved in aquaponics. The practice of aquaponics is generally categorized as management and labour-intensive. This can be blamed on the daily monitoring of fish health, water quality, and plant pathogens.

Apart from this, regulation of temperature can be heavy on the pocket and time-consuming. This is especially so when operations go on for a year and through the winter. System components are costly, either to construct or to purchase. Additionally, some fish species are challenging to raise to market size in the aquaponics system. Also, the treatment of pests and diseases can lead to toxicity issues and deferred harvests.

These are but a few challenges that stand in front of farmers and involved companies. A vast array of opportunities for aquaponics is forecast to catalyze market growth.

View Report@ https://www.futuremarketinsights.com/reports/aquaponics-market

Top Highlights from the FMI’s Analysis of the Aquaponics Market:

The United States market is projected to attain a lion’s share over the forecast period. The country has been estimated for a 26.8% market share in 2022.

In Europe, Germany grabbed a 5.5% market share. Alongside this, the United Kingdom is projected to register a CAGR of 5.1%.

The intensely growing market for aquaponics is assessed to be India in the forecast period. The country is anticipated to assume a pace of 16% CAGR.

Based on application, the fish segment is projected to be at the forefront.

Based on application, fruits, and vegetables are expected to be the top segments in the coming years.

Competitive Landscape of Aquaponics Market: A Closer Look at Market Whereabouts:

Key players in the market are working on promotional activities to capture users at a wider scale and increase their revenue. Manufacturers are also providing and practising quality certifications to raise their market presence. This also creates awareness among people and unfolds substantial opportunities for key companies.

Presently, Nelson & Pade Aquaponics provides a patented Clear Flow Aquaponics System, equipped with ZDEP from Nelson Pade. These are fully-developed comprehensive system packages that are suitable for those planning to produce aquaponics food on a substantial scale.

Key Companies Profiled:

Nelson & Pade Aquaponics, Practical Aquaponics, Aquaponics USA, The Aquaponic Source, Pentair Aquatic Eco-System, Inc.

Key Segments

By Type:

Media Filled Grow Beds (MFG)

Nutrient Film Technique (NFT)

Deep Water Culture (DWC)

Others

By Component:

Bio Filter

Settling Basins

Fish tanks

Soil-free plant bed

Rearing Tanks

Aquaponics Produce

Others

By Equipment:

Pumps and Valves

Water Heaters

Fish Purge Systems

Aeration Systems

Water Quality Testing

Others

By Applications:

Fish

Herbs

Fruits

Vegetables

By End User:

Commercial

Home Production

Research

By Regions:

North America

Latin America

Europe

East Asia

South Asia

Oceania

Middle East & Africa

About Future Market Insights (FMI): Future Market Insights, Inc. (ESOMAR certified, Stevie Award – recipient market research organization, and a member of Greater New York Chamber of Commerce) provides in-depth insights into governing factors elevating the demand in the market. It discloses opportunities that will favor the market growth in various segments on the basis of Source, Application, Sales Channel, and End Use over the next 10 years.

[foodandbeverages]

Aquaponics Market Size Analysis With Concentrate On Key Drivers, Trends & Challenges 2023 to 2033

As per FMI's analysis, the global aquaponics market is predicted to surge from US$ 1,560 million in 2023 to US$ 3,415.5 Million by 2033. The aquaponics industry is set to observe significant growth in the assessment period. Aquaponics proponents frequently quote plenty of advantages that result from this form of farming.

A potent benefit is its environmental friendliness. Aquaponics systems utilize a mere 10% of water otherwise used to produce traditional crops. Upon proper management of resources, the use of pesticides, chemicals, and synthetic fertilizers can be significantly diminished or entirely discarded.

Rapid global warming has certainly made consumers quite cautious about their day-to-day choices. As a result, the global population has become discerning, and consequently, interested in sustainable ways and methods.

With enough space, the aquaponics systems can be scaled, with little to no effort, to meet market demands. This is why, producers and growers are at an advantage here. All the above-mentioned benefits are projected to fuel business prospects in the coming years.

The market growth, however, may be marred by a few restraints involved in aquaponics. The practice of aquaponics is generally categorized as management and labour-intensive. This can be blamed on the daily monitoring of fish health, water quality, and plant pathogens.

Apart from this, regulation of temperature can be heavy on the pocket and time-consuming. This is especially so when operations go on for a year and through the winter. System components are costly, either to construct or to purchase. Additionally, some fish species are challenging to raise to market size in the aquaponics system. Also, the treatment of pests and diseases can lead to toxicity issues and deferred harvests.

These are but a few challenges that stand in front of farmers and involved companies. A vast array of opportunities for aquaponics is forecast to catalyze market growth.

Explore the market size and forecast along with the research methodology. The Sample report is available in PDF format @ https://www.futuremarketinsights.com/reports/sample/rep-gb-4376

Top Highlights from the FMI's Analysis of the Aquaponics Market:

The United States market is projected to     attain a lion's share over the forecast period. The country has been     estimated for a 26.8% market share in 2022.

In Europe, Germany grabbed a 5.5% market     share. Alongside this, the United Kingdom is projected to register a CAGR     of 5.1%.

The intensely growing market for aquaponics     is assessed to be India in the forecast period. The country is anticipated     to assume a pace of 16% CAGR.

Based on application, the fish segment is     projected to be at the forefront.

Based on application, fruits, and vegetables     are expected to be the top segments in the coming years.

Competitive Landscape of Aquaponics Market: A Closer Look at Market Whereabouts:

Key players in the market are working on promotional activities to capture users at a wider scale and increase their revenue. Manufacturers are also providing and practising quality certifications to raise their market presence. This also creates awareness among people and unfolds substantial opportunities for key companies.

Presently, Nelson & Pade Aquaponics provides a patented Clear Flow Aquaponics System, equipped with ZDEP from Nelson Pade. These are fully-developed comprehensive system packages that are suitable for those planning to produce aquaponics food on a substantial scale.

Key Companies Profiled:

Nelson & Pade Aquaponics, Practical Aquaponics, Aquaponics USA, The Aquaponic Source, Pentair Aquatic Eco-System, Inc.

Key Segments

By Type:

Media Filled Grow Beds (MFG)

Nutrient Film Technique (NFT)

Deep Water Culture (DWC)

Others

By Component:

Bio Filter

Settling Basins

Fish tanks

Soil-free plant bed

Rearing Tanks

Aquaponics Produce

Others

By Equipment:

Pumps and Valves

Water Heaters

Fish Purge Systems

Aeration Systems

Water Quality Testing

Others

By Applications:

Fish

Herbs

Fruits

Vegetables

By End User:

Commercial

Home Production

Research

By Regions:

North America

Latin America

Europe

East Asia

South Asia

Oceania

Middle East & Africa

[pyraelia]

May DWC Day 1 - Chastity/Lust

What a strange thing it was to finally understand Fiorenze after all these years. 

The eldest Sunmote’s path through adolescence and adulthood had been pretty typical; Fio adored being adored, and buried herself often in the physical affection offered by their peers. Her character had been marked by indulgence early in their lives, and she reveled in the glory of it all. 

On the other hand, Pyraelia herself seemed at times to be her sibling’s direct opposite. The brilliant sun to her luminous moon. Sure, it was nice to have pretty luxuries and live in comfort, but she’d always been more partial to her books and spellwork more than the company of other people. To her sister’s credit, she’d never needed any convincing why. She had taken Pyraelia at her word — she just had no interest in any of her classmates or noble companions’ in any way other than intellectual, for well over a century. Simple as that. 

Pyraelia still hadn’t figured out exactly what it was that flipped the switch, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. At a certain point that intellectual, friendly rapport with one particular person had shifted slightly, enough that intimacy didn’t seem off-putting. Day by day, the more they connected and talked, the more her curiosity grew and tempted her to claim new knowledge. 

Now that she had, the world made a little more sense. Lust wasn’t a constant in her life, but in those hours when desire seized she could channel that want and manifest it. There was no harm in being adored, or in riding out that whim for pleasure. Intimacy on that level was good, and fun, actually. Simple as that. 

What a funny, and powerful, thing it was to finally understand herself after all these years.

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[gloamingdawn]

May DWC Day 2 - Temperance/Gluttony

Lyn had never been a paragon of temperance, but every time she set foot inside the manor house on the Tel’vaiel estate lands she felt like she must be on par with the more reverent Sisters of the Light she’d heard humans talk about on occasion. The opulence was always a little staggering; there were enough rooms to house multiple families worth of people, and perhaps that had been the case at some point in its lifespan, but the past few years the only resident had been the Lady herself. 

Keranna Zerine, a former noblewoman in her own right, was head of house here and led Lyn through the still foreign corridors that glittered in the sunlight let in by the vast windows and open terraces. Chandeliers dripped with faceted glass prisms that caught the light and scattered it, casting brilliant rainbows onto the ceilings and gauzy silk curtains. The glassworks here were well known, most of the vials in the clinic bore the Tel’vaiel stamp of provenance and she’d seen pretty little suncatchers and stained glass pieces around the city that held the same distinction. 

She’d only been here a few times, most of those in the last couple of days, but every time she passed from the corridor and into the private drawing room it struck her that Lady Tel’vaiel’s personal quarters were bigger than her entire house. But she was here to work, and not to judge. 

Lady Tel’vaiel pushed herself up in bed a little as she and Keranna stepped in; her color was better than it had been previously, but she still looked tired. Drawn too thin among her nest of sumptuous silk blankets and vibrant plush pillows. Still, she’d put on a richly embroidered dressing gown, the metallic stitches accented with little sewn in gems and glimmering glass beads and sat as regal as her ailment would allow in the presence of outside company. Pride was something Lyn understood. “What news, then, Doctor Gloamingdawn?” 

Lyn had a seat in a chair that could probably keep her fed for a year if she sold it and settled her bag in her lap so she could get out the pages of written instructions and a small army of potion vials, “Nothing too alarming; your collapse wasn’t due to an onset of hemolytic anemia like you feared, your blood cell count is normal. There were higher traces of arcane oxidization, though, and I suspect overtaxing your reserves is the culprit. What are you working on for the Magistry right now?” 

“Ah, well, that’s better news than I was expecting. My work is for the Regency and is quite confidential,” the Lady fidgeted with a ring that had caught Lyn’s eye in Talon’s mercenary camp, the purple stone set in the center contained the fragment of a soul that longed to be set free and her Val’kyr calling itched to do so, but Fiorenze’s voice stayed bright as she continued, “What am I to do, then?” 

“Take a few days off and relax, try not to use magic if possible. I know you come from a storied line of magi but you found a limit and need to respect that if you intend to stay healthy and not have your hair color shift further,” the shock of white in the Lady’s bangs had already increased by an inch on the left, as clear a sign of arcane overuse if there ever was one, “I’ve written out a short treatment plan, and brought with me some low-dose mana potions that you need to take with your meals for the next three days. I also think you should break that soulstone, you’re not whole without that piece and it is going to continue to affect your health long term if you keep pushing yourself in your work the way you have been,” Lyn said, perhaps a little stearner than she’d meant to, as she set the papers and potions on the gilt nightstand nearby. 

Lady Tel’vaiel’s hand closed over her ring protectively as she shook her head, “Unless you intend to become my personal Val’kyr, similar to Sylvanas’ nine, it stays where it is as insurance. I take it that ‘relaxing’ is meant to limit my physical activity as well? No terribly strenuous work?” 

Her shoulders itched at the mention of the Nine sisters and Lyn frowned a little. She’d made the suggestion but couldn’t force the issue, “Correct, nothing strenuous until you’ve run the course of the potions. I am concerned that you could develop hemolytic anemia if you aren’t careful. It does run in your family and stress like this can trigger it, but for now it’s a lesser issue.” 

“Well, that’s agreeable enough. I’ve been meaning to do a little more reading in my gardens of late and it seems like now is no better time. Thank you, Doctor Gloamingdawn. Keranna will call on you again when you’re needed,” the Lady’s eyes flicked past her and to the door where her head of house was waiting, “If you could, please escort the Doctor out?” 

Lyn certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

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[sheizara]

May DWC Day 5 - Patience/Wrath

“Hey Shei, Farmer McGuckett said the elemental activity’s up again. Bunch of ‘em tore across his field this morning and ripped up a whole lane of corn,” her comm crackled nearby with Jonah Miller’s subtle drawl. 

Sheizara groaned and scooped the little device up off the nightstand, a hair over the edge of hungover. She fumbled with the button to activate the mic, her Thalassian accent thicker around the Common tongue, “Could have sent that as a text, Jonah. You send your balloon up yet?” 

“Nope, had to be a direct call. Just got the data back, I’m plotting it now but there’s already a curve shaping up the higher you go and it feels rough out here already with how humid it is. I wouldn’t be surprised to see cells starting to pop up in the afternoon. You gonna be able to make it out?” 

Afternoon gave her enough hours to choke down a greasy breakfast, shower, and trek all the way out to Westfall with all her gear. The high elf sat up and regretted the choice near immediately — almost enough to make her reconsider. Almost. She steeled herself and shoved a hand through her messy blonde hair to get it out of her face before responding back, “I’ll be there.” 

By the time she’d made it out the storm clouds had already started to bubble, rising quick on the hot updrafts. It always took a little patience, and luck, to set up in the right place. The plains west of Elwynn Forest were flat, and that made it easy to keep an eye on things and stay safe from the inevitable wind and hail. 

Jonah had already told her that he figured the worst of it all would track across the center of the region, based on the way the elementals had been gathering. She could see them through the viewfinder of her camera, the long lens magnifying them for her all the way up on her distant hill. Joe was planning on meeting up with a few of their other friends and chasing as close as they could. 

After that it wasn’t long for the first storm to become its own cell. Where hours ago the clouds had been airy puffs, now they were dark and roiling, menacing in the way they rotated. Sharp cracks of lightning struck down, and the whirling air spirits darted around as if they were trying to catch it themselves. She snapped pictures as the strange beings provided a strange escort through the wheat, anticipation making her ears stand up straight. 

Waiting. 

Someone had mentioned the strange concurrence to her shortly after she’d moved to Stormwind. There wasn’t a name for the phenomenon, might as well be a legend with the way people talked about it, but today felt different. There was malice in the hot wind that whipped at her and shifted the golden grass in waves. Eversong had been a place of placid weather, but you could feel the wrath of the elements here in the south where there was less magic to contain them. 

A shift in the elemental’s behavior caught her attention. One by one they formed a ring, and her shutter clicked. In tandem they started to move, their circle starting to spin under the angry sky. The dust kicked up between them, and their airy forms became harder and harder to see as their speed blurred them at all edges. A funnel spun and descended down from the clouds, intending to meet the summoning. 

It was a breathtaking and violent sight, the howling audible even so far afield. 

Her stomach flipped a little as she turned her camera on its stand, trying to keep the empowered tornado in frame. There were far flung farmsteads in the path, and wagon worn roads dotted with a few onlookers she knew to be other chasers. The population was low out here, but that didn’t make the potential for destruction any easier to swallow. 

She fished her comm out of her pocket and clicked it on before offering the only warning she knew she’d be able to give in time, “Jonah, you need to get further up that road.”

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[sirdolraan]

Graduation

DWC November 2022 Day 3: Forest/Mortality @daily-writing-challenge

It was a very special day, and the amphitheater was full of families and friends of the young Zandalari who would leave the schools of their youths to choose their paths into adulthood, and officially swear themselves to a guiding Loa. Some would go even further than that, joining the priesthoods that served the Loa directly, and guided the Zanadalari through life. Ghorren sat up tall, trying to see if he could spot his girl among the crowd of lanky young trolls, but they all wore identical robes in preparation for the ceremony, and he was too far away for a good view.

"Not even her dyed hair lets her stand out in those damned things" he muttered to himself, slouching down in frustration. "When are they starting again?"

His sister-in-law Ulabi punched him and laughed. "Aw, look at the big soft papa, excited for his girl to become a woman. The ceremony should be starting soon." Ulabi sighed, then turned to him. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I know things have changed a lot since the horde came to Zandalar, but this..."

"I'm sure, Ulabi. This is not something Anwé chose in a moment of frustration or moodiness. Losing her mother, growing up through all the changes that have come to our people, all of that chaos, and this is what she found to ground herself. What helps her make sense of it all. We may have thought the forsaken fashion was a phase, but we were wrong."

"Still, the family has never had a priestess of Bwonsamdi before," Ulabi muttered, clearly unconvinced.

"He may be a trickster, but I know he cares about us just as much as the other Loa. He protected our people from the terrors of the shadowlands at great risk to his own divine being, Yizbei included. I think that is a big part of what resonated with our dear Anwé." Ghorren smiled, then looked to his other side, where his younger daughter Qirra was humming to herself and drawing another picture of the family, more seriously than usual. Peering over her shoulder, he saw the whole family in the portrait, and she'd saved her big sister for last, and was putting a great deal of effort into the detail. "Hey there little raptor, you excited to see your sister wearing your handiwork out there?"

Qirra looked up at him in grinned, her cheeks finally starting to narrow as she entered her adolescence. "The tattoo lady said my designs were 'inspired'! Anwé is going to look so good!" she beamed, proud to be part of her sister's big day.

A ringing gong announced the beginning of the ceremony, as Queen Talanji stepped forward to give her speech, speaking of the importance of Zandalar's youth, and continued unity both among the trolls and with their horde allies. With that done, the young trolls stepped forward one by one, to swear to their Loa, and announce their intended profession. As they did, the Loa emerged from the jungles, Gonk and Pa'ku, Halazzi and Krag'wa, and of course Bwonsamdi, the loa of death and patron of the Queen. Others were represented by their most devout followers, unable to make the journey, or in the case of Torga and Gral, unable to leave the ocean. Each would receive their new followers in time, as the young trolls would go forth in Pilgrimage. Half an hour later, the moment Ghorren awaited finally arrived.

"Anwé, daughter of Yizbei." the priest called, and his daughter stepped forward, pulling down her hood, and revealing her black and purple hair, and the tattoo'd bones worn proudly on her face.

"I, Anwé, daughter of Yizbei and Ghorren, hereby devote myself to the Loa of Death, Bwonsamdi, and intend to serve among his priests!"

Ghorren's heart soared to hear his daughter take this step, her confidence and purpose found after years of difficulty in the wake of all the changes. The priests of Bwonsamdi congratulated her as she went to stand among them for the rest of the ceremony, and prepared to begin her true calling.

[brightfallapprentice]

Vision

DWC 2022 (November) DAY 4 - CHILDREN/VISION

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( Set close to the end of Year Three of the timeskip )

Since moving to Dalaran to begin his study as a Kirin Tor apprentice, Aeriden had found he’d lost himself nose-deep in numerous things that would give him more knowledge of what he had already previously learnt. Tomes, books, scrolls, lectures - even the odd private chat with Narielle, who had become somewhat of a tutor for him in spare time that she allowed herself to have outside of her regular duties as a higher-ranked mage of the Violet Citadel. He appreciated any time she set aside for him, but never pushed her for more than she could give. Nari had her own routine she liked to follow, and it would be incredibly rude of him to demand her to set it aside for him.  Besides, it wasn’t all just magic talk when they met up, and he appreciated that even more so. 

However, he was impatient...he knew some of these lessons already. His late mother had taught him well - afterall, she had been quite the powerful mage herself. But his time spent focusing on noble responsibilities, as well as trying to find time to run his business...it left very little space to dedicate himself to any further study. And he’d fallen out of practice. Since spending time with his sister to ‘pretend’ they’d hosted a grand banquet for their father’s birthday - an illusion he’d been most proud of forming - Aeriden found that he wanted more. He knew he had untapped potential, he’d been told by a number of skilled mages already that were far wiser than he was. But as an apprentice, he didn’t have the permissions to perform certain rituals and spells...not that the senior mages would. Some forms of magic he had no interest in...but others...well. He wanted to test his limits.

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“When are you heading out to Suramar?” Narielle had asked, carefully slipping a bookmark into a tome she’d let him borrow for a few weeks. “If it’s soon, as in...today, I’m afraid I can’t accompany you until much later.” “It was soon, yes. After lunch, I was hoping. Perhaps we can meet later in the afternoon?” Aeriden suggested as he glanced up briefly from packing his satchel. “No doubt I’ll be out there for awhile. The raw magic in that area...” He’d only been around the area a few times, but he was instantly drawn to the arcane crystals, the leylines...even his curiosity had taken him somewhat close to the Blue Dragonflight - though he dared not disturb them. He merely just wanted to see. 

“Mmmm...be careful, Aeri. Please.” The white-haired woman’s expression softened as concerned laced her words. “A lot of things could go wrong if you don’t take the right precautions. What are you going to do down there anyway?”

“Study, mostly.” He responded. It wasn’t a lie. As stubborn as he could be, he knew messing around with things out of his range of power could end horribly for him. “I don’t plan on doing anything crazy.”

“You’d better not.” Narielle waggled a finger at him. “Your mentor would throw an absolute fit if he found out you’d been messing around. Especially without his supervision.”

Aeriden rolled his eyes and groaned. “As an apprentice, I feel like a child sometimes.”

“Compared to some of us, you may as well be.” 

She was right. Aeriden was much younger than many of the elven-blooded mages in that tower. Though, he was still going to scoff at her answer.

“I’d also throw a fit, if I had to be the one to explain to him why you’ve come back via the medical clinic!”

That last warning had been said in half-jest....but oh how she’d been right.

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He’d only strayed from his studying for a little while. The books had been flipped through numerous times, his own journals covered with notes on the leylines, crystals, raw arcane power...any kind of intriguing thing he’d found. But he felt the magic in the air, he felt it flow through his fingertips...tempting him, urging him to just cast a few spells. To weave the arcane like thread, where his own magical abilites would be empowered. 

At first, it was simple illusions. Then it was teleportation. Further and further he tested his limits with each spell casted, each illusion or sigil performed...until he felt the arcane surge within his body...more powerful than before. This was what he used to be. This was his potential!  But the sensation soon became too much...and he knew the magic should be expelled otherwise he’d face serious consequences. 

....If only his pride and stubborn-ness hadn’t gotten in the way. 

He’d heard Narielle calling his name - doing her best to shield herself from the arcane barrier he’d formed around his body - reaching out to her as more and more raw magic fed into his form.  He’d tapped into a leyline somewhere...perhaps. He wasn’t sure. But the arcane had a hold on him, and before he knew it, suddenly all he could see was the bright purples and blues of the magic itself, flowing freely throughout the air. It was so bright....blinding almost. His field of vision overwhelmed completely. 

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It was an effort to open his eyes. His head pounded. As his eyes began to slowly focus again, all he could see was the very worried Narielle standing beside his bed...and his sister, peering over him, a brow raised. “...Yo, Aeri. The fuck’s up with your eyes?”

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[fio-renze]

May DWC 2022 Day 7 - Pride

Being proud was in her blood. 

Her parents had hammered on their heritage since she had been old enough to understand — her heritage, by default — something to know and flaunt at every opportunity. 

There were rules to who she could marry. Only sons or daughters from other highborne lines, but preferably sons. Really only sons, it was fine to have a mistress, though. 

She’d found widowhood suited her fine enough. 

Fiorenze straightened her posture and smiled at her reflection as Keranna settled a tiara onto the crown of her head, the light catching the many gems and beautiful gold. 

Yes, it was good to be proud. 

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[brightbell]

DWC May Day 3 2022 - Charity/Greed

“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From ashes a fire shall be woken, a Light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be the blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.” – Prophet Velen

 Children’s Week – Stormwind City

 Roxxanna carefully boxed up cookies, put new and mended clothes into bags, and wrapped presents. It was Children’s Week, a week when (most of) the citizens of Azeroth and beyond sought to help those less fortunate. Children orphaned by wars or catastrophe or pestilence.

But for Roxxie, it was just another day.

The cottage she shared with her sister was filled with the scents of cookies baking, the sound of scissors sliding through wrapping paper, and Roxxanna’s sister, Rowena, complaining that she wanted “just one more cookie.”

“Don’t be greedy, Nena, these are for the orphans and their matrons,” Roxxie scolded, lightly whacking the back of Rowena’s hand with a wooden spoon. Rowena hissed and pulled her hand away.

“-You- don’t need to be so stingy, Rox,” she grumbled, rubbing the back of her hand. The whack didn’t actually hurt, it was just the principal of it.

“It’s for charity, Rowena. These kids have very little, it’s the least I can do to help make this week special for them.” Rowena, in turn, shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“It’s always about charity, Rox. You’re like, the most generous person I know, to people you don’t know, or barely know. You should be more generous with your own sister.” She smiled winningly, hoping to convince her sister to give her some more cookies. Roxxanna sighed, and shook her head in response.

“I have everything carefully planned out and numbered so that all of the kids get treats, a new outfit, and a new toy. If I keep giving you cookies, they won’t get as many.” She wagged the wooden spoon she was still holding at the other woman, her other hand perched on her hip.

“You sound like mom,” Rowena whined.

“And that’s… a bad thing?” Roxxanna arched a brow at her sister.

“No, but, you’re just such a… such a… goody two shoes! Live a little!” She threw her hands up in defeat, knowing there would be no more cookies for her that day. Roxxanna’s expression softened, a small smile spreading across her face.

“Tell ya what, Nena, when Children’s Week is over, I’ll bake you a big chocolate cake, all for you. How does that sound?” her twin’s face lit up and Rowena nodded.

“That sounds great! You’re the best sister ever!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Roxxanna’s shoulders, hugging her tightly. Roxxanna laughed lightly.

“Don’t tell Phoebe that, she might be offended.” Rowen shrugged.

“Phoebe doesn’t bake like you, Rox,” Rowena muttered in her sister’s ear.

“I mean… You’re not wrong!” Roxxanna exclaimed, turning back to packing the boxes.

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Virtues & Sins

Day 1 - May 8th:

Chastity, Lust

Day 2 - May 9th:

Temperance, Gluttony

Day 3 - May 10th:

Charity, Greed

Day 4 - May 11th:

Diligence, Sloth

Day 5 - May 12th:

Patience, Wrath

Day 6 - May 13th:

Kindness, Envy

Day 7 - May 14th:

Humility, Pride