Silly people. Silly people -everywhere-.
The Weathered Cot: Sway A While And Listen
Don't you lob facts at us as though they were insults.
Silliness.
AS. IF.
AS. IF.
From now on I expect Finn to be dressed in Armani. Rolling up to the club in a Maserati, kissing girls on the mouth.
Edited by Liore on 1/11/2014 1:21 PM PST
It was completely still outside. A morning so insipid it couldn’t even coax native animals out of their burrows. Dewdrops cloaked every leaf, their weight bending branches out of alignment, making it seem as though every bush and tree was sagging from apathy.
He was a ragged blur, tree to tree, there a moment and not the next. Kaldorei Sentinels flickered in shadowy pursuit, powerful and Amazonian figures that bared fanged teeth and tracked his evasion with utter hate.
Over a log, under a sweeping branch. Liore twisted and dove against a massive oak to catch his breath. Fingers danced over the cool, hard surface of his rifle. Reload. Faster. Faster or you’re dead.
Back pressed to jagged bark, breathless. And then he gasped.
There was something he’d kept with him for a couple weeks now, amidst his pockets and pouches. It wasn’t ammo and it wasn’t supply. It was a tiny bowl, wrapped in cloth and leather with a tenderness unbefitting a warrior.
He selected it from his harness. This small teal bowl with flawed, gold-filled cracks.
Turned it over. And over again. And pressed his dry, tattered lips to its smooth surface. The ghostly imprint of his pursed lips faded before his eyes.
The crunch of a dry twig, fifty meters north north-west. One of those horrible three-point boomerangs of theirs came flying by, severing limbs from the oak. Liore folded the tiny bowl up and tucked it away near his heart, heaved to his feet. Took off at a sprint, churning up leaves and soil.
His rifle un-loaded still.
He was a ragged blur, tree to tree, there a moment and not the next. Kaldorei Sentinels flickered in shadowy pursuit, powerful and Amazonian figures that bared fanged teeth and tracked his evasion with utter hate.
Over a log, under a sweeping branch. Liore twisted and dove against a massive oak to catch his breath. Fingers danced over the cool, hard surface of his rifle. Reload. Faster. Faster or you’re dead.
Back pressed to jagged bark, breathless. And then he gasped.
There was something he’d kept with him for a couple weeks now, amidst his pockets and pouches. It wasn’t ammo and it wasn’t supply. It was a tiny bowl, wrapped in cloth and leather with a tenderness unbefitting a warrior.
He selected it from his harness. This small teal bowl with flawed, gold-filled cracks.
Turned it over. And over again. And pressed his dry, tattered lips to its smooth surface. The ghostly imprint of his pursed lips faded before his eyes.
The crunch of a dry twig, fifty meters north north-west. One of those horrible three-point boomerangs of theirs came flying by, severing limbs from the oak. Liore folded the tiny bowl up and tucked it away near his heart, heaved to his feet. Took off at a sprint, churning up leaves and soil.
His rifle un-loaded still.
Great post.
Which reminds me - anyone interested in joining the WfC must be willing to subject themselves to rigorous cardio and physical examination. You will be running a lot - from giant dinosaurs, to cake parties, to stand still, from kittens, in giant red laser beams to incinerate your team...
Yes. There will be lots of running.
Which reminds me - anyone interested in joining the WfC must be willing to subject themselves to rigorous cardio and physical examination. You will be running a lot - from giant dinosaurs, to cake parties, to stand still, from kittens, in giant red laser beams to incinerate your team...
Yes. There will be lots of running.
You couldn't hear me last night.
Cheering on Usain when Thok got after you.
Cheering on Usain when Thok got after you.
Question: what happens when Thok gets the red beam?
It means you taste delicious with ketchup, Finn-whale. ;)
You may also rest assured that should you pass such vigorous testing, you are thereby entitled to all protections and chewing outs to people being royal jerkfaces to you provided by a protective momma bear.
You may also rest assured that should you pass such vigorous testing, you are thereby entitled to all protections and chewing outs to people being royal jerkfaces to you provided by a protective momma bear.
So I was slinking around Silvermoon, all cat like and stealthy, and I discovered there are so many stealthed rogues just hanging about, listening to people's conversations. I also noticed that they do not like to be discovered, and they almost always flee when they hear that "whoosh" of stealth near them. And that's when the idea hit me.
I am going to stealth chase other stealthed people, ferreting out these interlopers of private conversations. I'll be a cat hunting for its prey, chasing it, stalking it. Like a game of cat...cat and....
It'll come to me. For now I'll call it catchase!
I am going to stealth chase other stealthed people, ferreting out these interlopers of private conversations. I'll be a cat hunting for its prey, chasing it, stalking it. Like a game of cat...cat and....
It'll come to me. For now I'll call it catchase!
A game of 'cat and other cat'?
I mean. You should make a big deal about this. Call people out. Get aggressive.
Roll up all sirens and flashing lights. It'd be worth it, just to see the looks of the people trying to talk.
I mean. You should make a big deal about this. Call people out. Get aggressive.
Roll up all sirens and flashing lights. It'd be worth it, just to see the looks of the people trying to talk.
I was gonna shine a big ol' spotlight on them, but when I'm in catform I end up chasing lights from flashlights on the floor. It's self-defeating and, truth be told, a little embarassing.
You realize.
If you follow me around the City again, I -am- going to be packing a laser pointer.
I have great expectations for you, Finnie.
If you follow me around the City again, I -am- going to be packing a laser pointer.
I have great expectations for you, Finnie.
((this is my first time doing any kind of RP writing.))
Devynn Khandhesi looked up from her cup of tea, and pushed back an errant strand of blonde hair from her face, the sound of her Core hound pup broke her of her concentration. She was going over her reports she had to file with the Argent Crusade, nasty business up in Northrend since the fall of The Lich King, scourge forces that had not dropped arms were quickly found and dispatched. The rest of time was spent training the remaining Horde and Alliance forces recruits to handle operations in the region. Devynn had received reports that Deathwing had returned and put a hurting on the world as a whole, she was given permission from her superiors to join her friends and put an end to his wanton devastation. She managed to get the Dragon Soul for Thrall but was unable to join in the final fight as matters took her back to Northrend.
Devynn hated being stuck in Northrend as a glorified babysitter, the scourge was all but finished, Naxxramas was just a hovering shell of itself, and Yogg-Saron was contained. She tried not to dwell on the why but focus on her duties and keep her mind off other things.
She started out the day like any other, cold and miserable, she drew her cloak tight around her to try to keep some of the chill out and mounted up on her horse called Vindicator. The streets of Dalaran still had the hustle and bustle from before the fall of the Lich King, and it was in the din of this noise she heard a lad saying that there were new tensions between the Horde and the Alliance, she dismounted and went to the lad who was handing out flyers, about what had happened after Deathwing's defeat.
NEW CONTINENT DISCOVERED TO THE FAR SOUTH! PRINCE ANDUIN MISSING! GAROSH AND VARIAN CALLING ALL FORCES BACK!
Devynn took the flyer and tucked it away, went to her commanding officer and requested a leave, the officer only granted her 5 weeks then she was to return. She was furious, the Blood Knights while strict were at least happy with her performance, it seemed there was no pleasing these Argent Crusaders. So she went and made the most she could of her 5 weeks of leave, it was fun to explore again and to hang out with her old friends of the Coterie, she missed them so being stuck in Northrend all the time. The new faces were also refreshing to see. She made the most of her time in Pandaria, but was called back to her 'sworn' duty.
Around this time Devynn was getting fed up with not being able to see her friends, her family, and see all that the world had to offer. So she went to see her Commanding officer. During the flight to the Argent Grounds she thought long and hard about what to say, but when she saw the Commander sitting behind his desk, all decorum left her and she barged in going on pure adrenaline....
"Commander Adian, I would speak with you about my assignment here in Northrend."
The Commander a human, was about 5'2 with short salt and pepper colored hair, a whitening beard and a rather rotund shape, he had let himself go since the days of the assault on Icecrown Citadel.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion, Davynn?" he exclaimed loudly
"First of all Its Devynn, Sir" She said sarcastically "Secondly I want out, Since I have been here YOU have treated me like your personal servant doing your duties while you sit here getting, quite frankly fat. I have been a loyal member of this Crusade and you reap the benefits of my hard work! No more effective this day I am resigning from the Crusade, I am going back to my people!"
Adian had never seen this side of Devynn before, no one had actually, she was quite good and keeping her temper in check but when push comes to shove she shoves back, Hard.
"But, but, but...." She cut him off "Don't bother with this is for the greater good, don't give me that we are doing the light work here, the light has left this forsaken hole and has turned to help out in other areas that need us most, MY work here is done. I have lost much in this war and I do not intend to lose any more, I am leaving now. do not stop me, do not find me." At that she turned around, tossed her resignation letter behind her, towards him, and said"I am done with the Argent Crusade."
A few weeks later Devynn was at the Shrine of Two Moons in Pandaria, She had gotten some of her color back and got a new hair color, just in case Adian were to send anyone after her she might not be readily recognized. The WfC had gotten stronger in her absence, and it seemed to have a few more Paladins than before. As she checked in to her small room, she felt for the first time in a long time like she was really and truly home.
Devynn Khandhesi looked up from her cup of tea, and pushed back an errant strand of blonde hair from her face, the sound of her Core hound pup broke her of her concentration. She was going over her reports she had to file with the Argent Crusade, nasty business up in Northrend since the fall of The Lich King, scourge forces that had not dropped arms were quickly found and dispatched. The rest of time was spent training the remaining Horde and Alliance forces recruits to handle operations in the region. Devynn had received reports that Deathwing had returned and put a hurting on the world as a whole, she was given permission from her superiors to join her friends and put an end to his wanton devastation. She managed to get the Dragon Soul for Thrall but was unable to join in the final fight as matters took her back to Northrend.
Devynn hated being stuck in Northrend as a glorified babysitter, the scourge was all but finished, Naxxramas was just a hovering shell of itself, and Yogg-Saron was contained. She tried not to dwell on the why but focus on her duties and keep her mind off other things.
She started out the day like any other, cold and miserable, she drew her cloak tight around her to try to keep some of the chill out and mounted up on her horse called Vindicator. The streets of Dalaran still had the hustle and bustle from before the fall of the Lich King, and it was in the din of this noise she heard a lad saying that there were new tensions between the Horde and the Alliance, she dismounted and went to the lad who was handing out flyers, about what had happened after Deathwing's defeat.
NEW CONTINENT DISCOVERED TO THE FAR SOUTH! PRINCE ANDUIN MISSING! GAROSH AND VARIAN CALLING ALL FORCES BACK!
Devynn took the flyer and tucked it away, went to her commanding officer and requested a leave, the officer only granted her 5 weeks then she was to return. She was furious, the Blood Knights while strict were at least happy with her performance, it seemed there was no pleasing these Argent Crusaders. So she went and made the most she could of her 5 weeks of leave, it was fun to explore again and to hang out with her old friends of the Coterie, she missed them so being stuck in Northrend all the time. The new faces were also refreshing to see. She made the most of her time in Pandaria, but was called back to her 'sworn' duty.
Around this time Devynn was getting fed up with not being able to see her friends, her family, and see all that the world had to offer. So she went to see her Commanding officer. During the flight to the Argent Grounds she thought long and hard about what to say, but when she saw the Commander sitting behind his desk, all decorum left her and she barged in going on pure adrenaline....
"Commander Adian, I would speak with you about my assignment here in Northrend."
The Commander a human, was about 5'2 with short salt and pepper colored hair, a whitening beard and a rather rotund shape, he had let himself go since the days of the assault on Icecrown Citadel.
"What is the meaning of this intrusion, Davynn?" he exclaimed loudly
"First of all Its Devynn, Sir" She said sarcastically "Secondly I want out, Since I have been here YOU have treated me like your personal servant doing your duties while you sit here getting, quite frankly fat. I have been a loyal member of this Crusade and you reap the benefits of my hard work! No more effective this day I am resigning from the Crusade, I am going back to my people!"
Adian had never seen this side of Devynn before, no one had actually, she was quite good and keeping her temper in check but when push comes to shove she shoves back, Hard.
"But, but, but...." She cut him off "Don't bother with this is for the greater good, don't give me that we are doing the light work here, the light has left this forsaken hole and has turned to help out in other areas that need us most, MY work here is done. I have lost much in this war and I do not intend to lose any more, I am leaving now. do not stop me, do not find me." At that she turned around, tossed her resignation letter behind her, towards him, and said"I am done with the Argent Crusade."
A few weeks later Devynn was at the Shrine of Two Moons in Pandaria, She had gotten some of her color back and got a new hair color, just in case Adian were to send anyone after her she might not be readily recognized. The WfC had gotten stronger in her absence, and it seemed to have a few more Paladins than before. As she checked in to her small room, she felt for the first time in a long time like she was really and truly home.
Way to go Dev! RP that shiz!
And Lio, I accept your laser pointer challenge. I MUST CATCH THAT LIGHT!
And Lio, I accept your laser pointer challenge. I MUST CATCH THAT LIGHT!
Aye dios, Devskii. Where did all THAT come from!? Keep it up, mate. Very good, very good indeed.
His axe glinted in the moonlit night, his muscles tensed as he gripped the handle of his axe tighter, it was still in its loop on his belt, his green skin reflecting the light of the moon, he had been chasing his quarry all over Pandaria and here she was alone in the Karasang woods, It looked like she was lost in thought going over a map of some kind or a letter from this distance he could not tell precisely, but she did match Aidan’s general description of the deserter Devynn. He continued to stalk her from the shadows.
Devynn had been in Pandaria for some time. She was away when Garrosh violated the Vale with the Dark heart of y'shaarj, she returned to find the Vale corrupted by the Sha she had loved this area for its beauty and serenity, now it was tainted and she hoped that the Pandaren could heal this land maybe with some help from both the Horde and the Alliance, as this mess was the fault of both sides. Fighting in Northrend was one thing a common enemy to fight, a purpose to our actions, but here among the cherry blossom trees there was no reason for our hostility to poison this land. As long as Garrosh is warchief there can be no peace. Truer words were never spoken. The hero of Northrend was now a corrupt and merciless dictator. Devynn had joined with Vol ‘Jin and the Darkspear trolls to and fought off the Kor’Kron, alongside other heroes from the Horde, then assisted with the items need to feed and power the revolution, it was an overt act, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
She helped the revolution get off the ground and went back to Pandaria, something about that land just spoke to her, it was a constant pulling a yearning to be in that land of unrivaled beauty.
A few days ago a letter arrived from her sister Briggette. She did not read it right away she was heading off to her favorite spot to just relax and contemplate. Devynn arrived at her spot and took out the letter, Briggette was making headway in her training in Northrend, as a child she was always sneaking around the house and getting caught, but it never deterred her she kept at it so when Briggette got the call to be a spy she jumped at the chance. She was currently on assignment in Dragonblight. As devynn finished reading the letter and put it in her bag, she heard a twig snap, immediately she drew her weapon, and focused all her being into what was to come.
He mumbled a curse under his breath, Damn that !@#$% must have laid out a perimeter warning he thought. She bore the blade that Devynn was purported to use he could see also the faint scar on her right cheek this was the deserter, he would kill her not just for the money, but because now she had made him look like an amateur assassin.
She felt the wind and could smell that something was a off, she remained on her guard deftly crossing out of the opening towards where her alarm was tripped, she smiled a little to herself as she allowed a quick thought to thank Briggette for that little tip. The assassin crept up behind Devynn; unaware that she was leading him upwind he was to focused on getting to her to find the weakness in her armor that he suddenly realized her eyes were locked on his….
Devynn had been in Pandaria for some time. She was away when Garrosh violated the Vale with the Dark heart of y'shaarj, she returned to find the Vale corrupted by the Sha she had loved this area for its beauty and serenity, now it was tainted and she hoped that the Pandaren could heal this land maybe with some help from both the Horde and the Alliance, as this mess was the fault of both sides. Fighting in Northrend was one thing a common enemy to fight, a purpose to our actions, but here among the cherry blossom trees there was no reason for our hostility to poison this land. As long as Garrosh is warchief there can be no peace. Truer words were never spoken. The hero of Northrend was now a corrupt and merciless dictator. Devynn had joined with Vol ‘Jin and the Darkspear trolls to and fought off the Kor’Kron, alongside other heroes from the Horde, then assisted with the items need to feed and power the revolution, it was an overt act, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
She helped the revolution get off the ground and went back to Pandaria, something about that land just spoke to her, it was a constant pulling a yearning to be in that land of unrivaled beauty.
A few days ago a letter arrived from her sister Briggette. She did not read it right away she was heading off to her favorite spot to just relax and contemplate. Devynn arrived at her spot and took out the letter, Briggette was making headway in her training in Northrend, as a child she was always sneaking around the house and getting caught, but it never deterred her she kept at it so when Briggette got the call to be a spy she jumped at the chance. She was currently on assignment in Dragonblight. As devynn finished reading the letter and put it in her bag, she heard a twig snap, immediately she drew her weapon, and focused all her being into what was to come.
He mumbled a curse under his breath, Damn that !@#$% must have laid out a perimeter warning he thought. She bore the blade that Devynn was purported to use he could see also the faint scar on her right cheek this was the deserter, he would kill her not just for the money, but because now she had made him look like an amateur assassin.
She felt the wind and could smell that something was a off, she remained on her guard deftly crossing out of the opening towards where her alarm was tripped, she smiled a little to herself as she allowed a quick thought to thank Briggette for that little tip. The assassin crept up behind Devynn; unaware that she was leading him upwind he was to focused on getting to her to find the weakness in her armor that he suddenly realized her eyes were locked on his….
Thank you Lio, and Finn. That means a lot.
Edited by Devynn on 1/21/2014 3:02 PM PST
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