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Saving Sergeant Harrigan: Between a Drake and Hard Place

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Alynore didn’t spare much of a glance at the other Dragoons and friends entering Harrigan’s mind through the bridge Vasily created. She didn’t stop this time to look at the ruin of Honor Hold, or the graves stretching to the horizon. She did, however, pause briefly to look over the grizzled, beaten-up old soldier endlessly digging those graves. Before he could “recognize” her again this time, she turned to the portals ringing the immediate area.

They seemed unremarkable by themselves, nothing distinguishing one from another, though Vasily said they would connect to key memories in Harrigan’s life, memories they had to play through and find a “key” to bring back to the broken digger to make him recall who he was and wake back up. Nore let herself be drawn to one of the portals, knowing which memory she wanted to find; it may have been selfish, but it did count. Alynore stepped through the portal, letting the hellish landscape of Hellfire Peninsula dissolve and reform…

Returning Favors

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((Related to recent RP, logs can be found here (warning for some language, and some drugging and short torment). Mik comes from a writing prompt about “Rhiswyn’s greatest triumph.”))

She had been careless and stupid. Gone soft, they would say.

Only one set of wards had pinged, but she still should not have let her guard down when she finally returned home. She could have checked more thoroughly, should have noticed Terrence hiding in the shadows and torn his mind to shreds before he could pull the trigger.

Should have, could have, what if.

Paying Rent

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“And that’s the latest,” Rhiswyn said, twirling a lock of brown hair around one finger. “I’ve got plenty more to do, but for now, you should be caught up.”

Alynore grunted a response and signed a form, setting it aside and picking up the next one. Rhiswyn frowned. “Were you even listening, Alynore?”

Tea, Tots, and Twilight

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Rhiswyn sipped tea and looked around the cheerful garden. Multiple cats lounged on tree branches and under bushes. A variety of birds, some not native to Elwynn, filled the air with their songs. Puppies of various wild species—was that a corehound?—played with two small boys. “I’ve rarely seen such a restful place that’s so very busy.”

Across the table, Lirriel laughed lightly as she fed her baby. “It can get a little crazy sometimes, but in a nice way, and my nephew’s just old enough now to be a good helper.” She smiled fondly to the older boy, playing with her dark-haired son. “But you didn’t drop by to admire my late summer blooms and the children.”

Mindwalk Aftermath

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Darnassus came alive at night, when the kaldorei were most active. Normally, that would be a blessing to Rhiswyn. Instead, she wound through the streets, trying to ignore the low pulsing in her head that made looking at the lights hurt and noises painful.

Consequences

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Tenacity

“I’m sorry,” my paladin says again, offering another sand pear. I can’t resist the treat, so I take it from her hand, crunching on the sweet fruit, enjoying the juices and grainy texture. It’s a nice distraction from the pain.

A Cold Meeting

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The north peak of Ironforge was cold, snowy, and isolated. Brewfest was miles down the mountain, and the airstrip was another few miles away in the other direction. Alynore flew Tenacity along the mountaintop, until they found a clump of rocks among the sparse trees, a cloaked figure standing by them, sheltered from the wind.

Tenacity landed, but did not dissipate or fly away as Nore dismounted. The charger pawed the ground and snorted, vapor blowing from her armored nose. Nore looked around and headed for the cloaked figure, weapons ready.

Team

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((Not based on any specific RP, but inspired a bit by running around Tanaan in a party, and just wanting/needing to write something for Nore lately…))

The stench of the fel forge clung to her as she made her way to the harbor. Ichor stained her armor and dripped from her sword. Sweat-damp strands of red hair had long since escaped from her braid, her goggles keeping it out of her soot-smudged face.

Vember's Memories in Pictures

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Vember unrolls a piece of hide, smoothed and supple, with pictographs painstakingly embroidered into the surface. She runs her calloused fingers over each one as she shares the story they represent; halting at first, but quickly gaining confidence as long-held memories tumble forth…



Mind Walk

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Rhiswyn watched Anwyna's too-still form laying in the hospital bed. The IV silently dripped beside her, while a clunky machine tracking the elf's heartbeat beeped steadily across the bed. Eventually, she placed her hand on the elf's forehead, closed her eyes, and fell into Anwyna's memories of the attack.

Saving Dolraan - Garrison Chatlog

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((As before, the logs of Dolraan's healing RP. What happened in the Spirit World while the physical healers and Switch did their thing? That is up to Rhianon and Dolraan to tell...))

Taking Down the Coven

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((Chatlog format again. Mild language warning, Nore gets salty at one point. The assault on the Shadow Council Coven! After capturing the infiltrator in Ft Fordring, it's time to go for his bosses. Fink's probation includes coordinating from mission control, rather than being in the field. Nore, Jonars, and Jia-Lian take some garrison followers and plenty of engineering beacons to a cave in SMV...))

Enduring

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I drop onto the bed of my borrowed room, shove my face into the pillow, and scream.

The Argent Infiltrator Chatlog

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((Long post, still mostly in chatlog format with some alterations for readability. Unstable gnomes, speechy Nore, Quincy, and some minor language warnings.))

Argents and Apples

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Alynore rode into Fort Fordring, Tenacity’s wings of Light flaring as they came through the gate. Kunz had the whole company turned out and in formation to wait for her. Everyone stood at attention, gear and Argent Crusade tabards clean, but the expressions on many faces were apprehensive, if not hostile.

She would have much rather avoided any pomp and ceremony, but this did present opportunities. She pushed her goggles just up to her hairline, as if to hold back her fiery hair—but she flicked the “record” switch, the lenses tilting and whirring and the audio crackling faintly as it kicked on.