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Only For Now [Ivi]

Seler's picture

Ivinara was already in her armor as she discarded the dirty diaper and changed Duvaan into a fresh one. "I'm gonna miss you, but we'll be back soon." She leaned forward, placing her lips on the little boy's stomach to blow a raspberry.

Leaving Home For Home

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Nirahsa looked around her workshop, it was still mostly bare from when her other side had taken over and made off with whatever had been useful. Since then Nira had started to replace what had been lost due to that incident, now she was stripping things again. She set her pack on a table as she packed various supplies. While Telredor Prime, Stitchy, and Jex watched her with curious gazes from their photoreceptors.

Beginnings, Ill-Omens, and Boats *Part II*

Shenrel's picture

“…and less than half the crew survived.”

Beginnings, Ill-Omens, and Boats *Part I*

Shenrel's picture

“What do you mean it’s not here?”

That Other Mainstream Fantasy Tabletop RPG

I suppose this is the best place for this topic.


Bel and Ro

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((Using Mod Magic to throw this super-cute image beneath a cut for the sake of others' load times! ~Lirriel))

Shopping [Ivi]

Seler's picture

Suicide mission? Just sounds like a bunch of pessimistic talk to me. Maybe if you're not prepared, but I'm me. I was on Argus, dammit. I fled the Legion for thousands of years. I raised my family in Light-damned Tanaan Jungle. I'm going to live, no question about it, and so is Henii.

[Areelan] Holding the Line

Nirahsa's picture

((Mostly just felt like writing a short little blog of Areelan laying down the Death Knight hurt on Iron Horde. Since she'd definitely see defending the land and potentially going on a suicide mission imperative for her.))

The runed bloodstained axe split the ground as it was dragged through it. The pale elf holding it didn’t seem slowed by the extra effort it took to move the axe in this manner as she stepped forward. Her head tilted one glowing blue eye looking at the brown orcs charging her position. The lanky geist flanking her had a jittery stance.

Tongue Tied

Lirriel's picture

She must have dozed off, lying across Wesley’s draconic neck and shoulders after leaving the faire and relaxing together by Olivia’s Pond, the city lights blocked by hills and rustling trees. It was a lovely autumn night off, and for both of them at the same time.

He gently woke her as they landed in front of the apartment. “I blame the Darkmoon Reserve,” Nore muttered. He chuckled, shifting from stone drake to worgen, offering her an arm to lean on as they went upstairs.

Sometimes All You Have Left...

Linu Theillos's picture

It was getting on toward midnight as a lone stone drake ghosted its way through the soft poofy clouds of the Valley of the Four

Meddler Meeting, Saturday November 8th, 7:00 PM MST

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We will be holding a Meddler meeting this Saturday evening in place of our usual raid time for an IC gathering and discussion about the upcoming mission through the Dark Portal.


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Application for service to Silver Dragoons: Ginwhistle Brasscog

General Information

Name: Ginwhistle Brasscog

Age: Thirty-five


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It's an app!


The Silver Dragoons application

General Information

Name: Aidoann Mystrey


Name: Rhakuel

Age: On the older end of the spectrum for Draenei, border-lining elderly if there is such a thing.

Gender: Male