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Hyjal's Call

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((Lirriel & Vetusunus in Hyjal! Long blog is looong, even with all I cut; some spoilers ahead. Song lyrics mixed in with sprinkles of quest text. I hope this does our 2 evenings of quest RP justice, focusing mainly on the student-teacher relationship.))

The sensation is impossible to describe. Something has shifted inside of me.

“Why is it always kill, never try to ask nicely?” I groused, frustrated with the bloodthirsty young druid at Aviana's shrine who sent us on this mission. I try to avoid death whenever possible; I'm a healer.

Daevra and Rasheek (and Blossom!): A Real Hoot

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Rasheek bit into an apple and worked it around his beak noisily, making happy warbling sounds. Stooping low, he added another apple to the growing pile clutched tightly against his chest by his left paw.

At that moment, Daevra was walking through the Mage Quarter to her rented room when Blossom, her wildkin hatchling, squawked! The Draenei girl looked down. "Hrm? What is it?"

By the apple tree, Rasheek looked up, quickly turning his head from left to right at the sound before his eyes fell upon the lil' moonkin. Daevra eyed the bigger moonkin up and down, the creature returning the favor by staring down at the Draenei. Blossom chirrrrrred happily!

Daevra: Lost Ones

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Anchorite Avuun looked over his friend anxiously and gave Daevra a new list of components to gather. Avuun's whole mission was to discover a way to heal the Broken condition. It was a worthy one, Daevra believed, and she grieved with him over their deterioration.

The Krokul were the reason she slipped away to the Swamp of Sorrows whenever possible.

Post-Shattering: Alynore

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Alynore walked into the cluttered training room; it would probably get filled by injured refugees soon, but for now it still served its purpose. She stripped out of her armor, until she was only in sports top and shorts. She didn't bother trying to find the tape for her hands or feet.

Her eyes stung as she stalked to the heavy punching bag, swaying gently on its chain. She slammed her fist into the sawdust-filled canvas. Then the other, and again, over and over, faster and faster.

Nore had felt like this only twice in her short life.

The Shattering: Lormar

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He bounced and bashed against harder objects; he couldn't get his bearings, couldn't control his downward course.

Had Camyra been able to Blink herself to solid ground? She'd tried to take him with her...

He slammed into something solid, something jabbing in through his side, and stopped moving. Far above him, the sky seemed to be burning. Beyond the pounding of blood in his ears, he heard a roar that shook the world more than any of the elements had before.

50 Words in 50 Words

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((I chose to do this writing exercise I posted previously in 50 word micro-fics highlighting different characters as words struck me. In the final count, Aerella (Lir's mom, my hunter), Alynore, Daevra, Dustweaver (new shaman!), Lirriel, and Vember (planned Worgen Druid) each receieved 7 entries. Lormar got 6. Old characters I no longer play each got 1. If an entry had 2 characters, I counted it for both of them. Harrigan, Drauglos, Vetusunus, and a few others get mentions and cameos. Since I finished all the entries on RP Haven (under Daevra's login), I decided to share them here as well in one post. Critique welcome, and also be aware some I tagged "mature" originally for various reasons.))

Reluctant Influence

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((We haven't got a lot of stories here yet. So here's a cross-posting from Haven about some familiar faces tangling with the Dragoons lately...))

Lirriel sighed as she looked over the letters she'd written. On the desk was an array of stamps and seals, signifiers of her positions in the Alliance's many faction. The petite priestess grimaced. She didn't like to exert the influence she'd gained simply by doing what was needed, what was right. But this was a case she couldn't ignore, not when a friend and colleague was being endangered.