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[the-swissmister]

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[amoc94]

INFATUATION

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Pairing : Seokjin x female OC (from reader's POV).

Genre : Yandere

Warning : Depiction of murder, dead body, anal sex switching to vaginal, unprotected sex (don't do this guys).

Wordcount : 2.7K

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Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.

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List of Chapters here.

Part 9 - Labyrinth

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He used to have bad dreams before. Fragments of flashbacks haunting him like monster under the bed in those children movies.

Always there watching him, he couldn't see it, but could feel their presence.

Maybe it was true what they said.

One shouldn't have feeling nor compassion when live in a world like his. It was what made him weak.

However, it wasn't a nightmare when those vision appeared when he was awake.

Ghost from the past kept coming back the more he wanted to forget.

One scene after another replayed like a black and white movie disturbed him at the time when he should have relaxed and rested at night.

The dream stopped once he succesfully mastered meditation technique, doing caligraphy, and learned to focus at things in his life that he could control.

Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't.

Tonight, it came back.

It was as if he was thrown back to that day, one cold night when he found her body, lifeless and naked on the ugly worn carpeted floor in front of the bathroom.

Blood smeared all over tile on the tub, the fresh scars, and her face. It formed blurry shards in his memory that became vivid once it manifested again in his vision.

There was an electric shock in his brain, a result of his unconscious defense mechanism that disrupt the dream and jerked him awake with heavy breathing and profuse sweat.

Sitting up, he threw a glance around the dark room, the glowing digital clock next to the bed showed fifteen past 01.00 a.m.

He turned to look at Aerin sleeping soundly wearing a thin lace camisole with matching panties. The room was freezing cold from the air conditioner blasting to full fan speed.

Leaning to her side, he tugged the quilt to cover her to the chest, then got down from the bed, fixing the sash of his kimono.

Yellow halogen light from the balcony seeped through the thick curtain eased his steps as he walked outside, pushing the glass door to the open air.

He was welcomed with cool breeze from summernight, and the view overlooking the courtyard along with tranquil sound of running water at the pond.

As he looked over the round fullmoon on the sky he couldn't help but recalled that fateful day.

He never resented his past too much, even he always tried to run from it. In some way he believed that everything happened for a reason, what moulded him to the man he was now.

Meeting with Aerin had always been a dilemma for him, giving him choices too difficult to decide, it kept him restless. Being with a man like him would never been easy, he knew that, -yet he still took her in. Despite what happened with the last woman that connected to him, he still couldn't let her go.

The image of her dead body in the small hotel he owned, a building he almost forgot it was on his proprietary list. It was small and shabby, barely sustained its ongoing business. Seokjin was having the thought to sell it once he saw the condition.

The more so after he witnessed of how men could become monster worst than animal.

He almost couldn't recognize her. Her hair was matted with blood, face swollen and several broken ribs, scattered scar on her skin also marred with caked dried blood. Autopsy determined that she was tortured and raped before they killed her.

Those people didn't know who exactly they were messed with, thinking he was just a rich man easy to blackmail. Somehow they found out about Kyoko and thought that she was his girlfriend.

While in reality, she was just a fling to Seokjin.

A little too long to be associated in a non-commital relationship. Three months was way overdue, he had never been in a permanent relationship before. Girls came and went from his life, sometimes he couldn't even remember their names after a week or so.

But Kyoko was an annoying persistent gold digger, Seokjin had a hard time to put firm idea in her mind, that the so called relationship was only temporary, never meant to be.

He loved the way she could satisfy him in bed, wasn't bothered with her demand for gift and money here and there, but that was just about it. He broke up from her two weeks before the incident.

When the call came, with her voice on the phone pleading him to transfer a hundred million won to the kidnapper, he dismissed it as one of the stunt she pulled to gain his attention.

It wasn't the first time.

The last wile she did was when she pretended to get pregnant and demanded him to marry her or she would expose him out.

Until he called Hoseok to send a high qualified gynecologist to check on her and she admitted her ruse. He got her away in the end, on the expense of twenty million won.

They found her body two days after the call.

For Seokjin, the murder wasn't personal. His heart had long froze along with his conscience and moral sense.

It was more about a blow to his ego and reputation. Also a hit to his financials.

Her death tainted the hotel reputation even more, no one wanted to buy it when it was released on the market.

The gang that abducted her didn't know who he actually was, so he had to educate them.

And to make a bold statement that imprinted to his name and interspersed through the underworld, it meant someone needed to be sacrificed.

So he asked Red Dragon to execute the work. Many kkangpaes were in desperate need of money, it wasn't difficult to pay them to kill.

Red Dragon was an organized crime with tight alliance with the yakuza. Usually he would avoid to be involved with them, but this time, he needed someone to do the deed without tainting his own hand.

They decided to mark the target on the youngest son of the gang leader, who was sixteen years old at the time.

His corpse was hanged over utility pole in the middle of busy street in Jongno, slashed on the neck, carved with Seokjin's name in hanja on his back.

It was all over the news and the NPA was in chaos trying to find the connection between a petty gang member with one of the most affluent businessman in South Korea.

Before they decided that Seokjin was likely their next target and needed to be protected instead. Same message interpreted differently, but either way it was all on his favor.

It was too big of a risk he was initially very hesitant to take especially to bump shoulder with the authority, but Jimin convinced him it was what needed to send the message across the crime world.

Don't mess with Kim Seokjin.

They might think they were powerful in their own world, but ultimately money speaks louder than any weapon.

He closed his eyes and breathed the night air, trying to get rid of the memory once again. The quiet night was usually the time he dreaded the most, when his conscious mind was at the loudest.

Always blamed himself with so many 'if only'.

Walking back to his room, he watched the woman that had occupied his room and his thought everyday since the first time he met her.

She was his salvation.

Whenever he was losing his mind, somehow her presence could bring back the sobriety he needed from time to time.

He climbed the bed and reaching to her sleeping form, gently removed the blanket.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her closer. Then he dipped in the crook of his neck, kissing on the skin softly, inhaling her scent.

There was a soft sigh escaped from her lips when she finally stirred awake, eyes slowly fluttered open and blinked at him in confusion.

"Jin ...oppa?"

"Sshh, ... you can continue to sleep. I just need something to hug."

He liked that she never changed her shampoo even when now she could afford more expensive brand.

He could tell her presence only by her scent alone.

"Something? I'm not a doll ...Oppa."

She chuckled, her lips was succulent pink and Seokjin could never be satisfied in tasting her.

"You are one very beautiful doll."

He slipped the camisole off of her, started to rain kisses on her naked chest.

Her nipple were perked up, he took it in his mouth and rolled it in his lips.

"Jin Oppa ..."

He was near her collarbone before the bruise on her left forearm caught his attention.

"What is this?"

She looked at him in bewilderment, then gazed at her arm.

"Ah, that ... I was late in tackling the attack, and Jimin managed to strike on my arm."

He hummed in response, carresing the purple bluish mark.

"It's your second training right? Should I ask him to wait until you recover?"

"No ... it's okay. I mean, you said it yourself, I need it for self defense, right?"

"That's my good girl."

He put her other nipple between his lips and started to suck.

She moaned loud when he licked the engorged buds alternately, biting and sucking in ryhthm.

He moved his fingers to her panties, ripping the fabric and threw it to the floor.

"Oppa, that's not cheap."

"Then buy another dozen."

He dipped two fingers inside her folds, while his lips sucked on her clit.

He liked to hear her moaned his name, running her fingers on his hair, demanded him to continue.

It was probably her scent that got him addicted to her, or maybe the way she tasted on his tongue, like some kind of pheromones.

He unknotted the sash of his kimono, and take of his boxer.

Stroking his cock several times until he saw the clear precum on the tip, he guided the head on her entrance and push it in one thrust.

She screamed again, this time there was pain in her voice. It usually took longer for him with the ministrations, but he needed the euphoric effect of the sex.

Fucking her was like narcotic for him, killed the pain and helped him creating another illusion. The stained glass of how he wanted his life to be.

"Show me how a good girl you are Aerin, and I will reward you accordingly."

His thrust turned rapid in no time, blood rushing all the way down to his core, numbing the pain he felt everytime he lost in the memory of his past.

He felt her muscle clenching around his cock, his lips moaning dirty curses when the head of his cock hit the right spot in her walls sending blinding effect in his vision.

His orgasm was nearing, but then he couldn't leave her without giving her release.

"Have you ... ever tried anal sex before?"

The words caught her in shock when she looked at him.

"Anal ... you mean from behind? Does it hurt?"

Seokjin kissed her forehead before spoke in low voice near her ear.

"It hurt only in the beginning, but then you will feel a different kind of pleasure. Besides ..." he carresed her cheek. The blush on her cheekbones made her looked younger than she actually was.

" ... you need to learn to handle the pain."

'Especially because you are my woman'

Kyoko's bloody face flashed in his mind and he abruptly turned her over, trying to rid the vision.

He helped her to be on her four, holding her hips to keep her in position.

He could feel his urgent need to cum but he decided he couldn't be selfish.

He spat on his two fingers, and rubbed it on her puckered hole. The mucles contracted in reflex upon the stimulation and his cock twitched over the view.

"Do you think you can handle it, baby? Or ... do you want me to stop?"

He couldn't see her face under the veil of her hair, and almost thought she would give up.

But she shook her head instead.

"No ... I ... I want to try. You said ... you will reward me?"

Seokjin smirked in satisfaction, his little fawn was getting smarter with each passing day of her living with him.

He plunged his fingers inside her ass, expanding the tight hole to prepare for the penetration.

It would hurt indeed, but she needed to get used to it.

He spat another glob of saliva to lubricate, and added another finger inside her.

"I'm going in, baby. Just tell me if you want me to stop now."

She shook her head again. Along the time living with her, he had learned that 'stubborn' was her middle name.

He positioned his cock on her, using his fingers to expand the tight hole.

Then in one powerful thrust, he went in completely.

Her scream was high pitched, echoing through the room, and Seokjin felt another delicious shock of arousal spread through his whole body.

He always had pain kink, he had restrained himself for so long not to hurt her more than she could handle.

When he started to move his hip, her cries turned to moan and they finally found the synchronized movement together.

"Yes ... oh god ..."

"You like it, doll? You want me to go faster?"

She nodded frantically while trying to keep her balance.

Seokjin tried his best to hold his release, keeping a stable pace while pounding into her, her juices became the much needed lubrication.

Until at some point he couldn't hold it anymore.

He pulled out abruptly, then slammed his cock inside her pussy, continuing to thrust in urgent speed.

They came together in the end, her body convulsed beneath him while his cock stiffened shooting a string of cum inside her walls.

He inhaled deep to catch his breathing, waiting until the haze dissipated.

He moved his hip once again, trying to prolong the sensation and milk himself dry.

When he finally pulled out from her, he hugged her from behind, laying down on the bed.

He carresed the skin on her shoulder blade where his name was permanently carved.

"This is very beautiful, like you."

He kissed the mark, there was a sensation of peace everytime he saw the scar.

"Your stamp of ownership, right ... Oppa?"

There was a hint of mocking tone in her voice, but he couldn't see her face to know for sure.

"I was going to say -stamp of protection, but ... I like the idea of ownership."

He heard her scoffed, and it sounded so cute coming from her.

"Protect me? From what? And how a scar can protect me?"

"I want to say, you will know someday. But, I definitely don't want something happened to you just to prove me right."

He could feel her relaxed form, a sign that she was about to fall asleep.

Seokjin kissed her temple, he felt overwhelmingly calm and at peace. It was the effect she brought on him every after he made love to her.

"Hmm, but how do I get rid of it when we break up later? Can I do the laser removal?"

Her words got him stilled in surprise, he lightly turned her over to face him.

"Why do you think about breaking up?"

"I don't think I can live like this in the long run. I want to work, Oppa. Like I used to before. It's getting bored doing nothing while you are at work. I need to busy myself."

He cuckled while patted softly on her hair.

"Oh Aerin... I never knew that you don't like to live like a princess. I'll think of something, ok? We better sleep now."

She nodded and looked away, letting him to embrace her from the back.

She was just too adorable sometimes. So cute and oblivious.

It was one of the reason why he fell in love with her.

"Btw, ... Aerin?"

"Mmh?"

She mumbled in a soft voice, almost drifting to sleep.

"Don't talk about breaking up, okay?"

She probably didn't hear it, when he got no response from her.

But he wasn't worried.

She wasn't going to leave him, because he would never let her.

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Part 10

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[gyronope]

Hiyas maybe you'd consider a request of my Rp Couple Henry and Raphael? You can of course choose to do just one :) Henry (the grey haired man with glasses in pics) is a city guard, primarily the desk clerk. He loves baking, reading by a fire and listening to his partner play the violin and gossip. He He is afflicted by a family curse that causes him to turn into a opossom on fullmoons. Raphael is a blonde, French nobleman Vampire who has a very dramatic personality. He loves to gossip, but is very sensitive when it comes to himself or his partner and will often fly off the handle to try and defend. He is a fantastic violinist. His partner Henry, has been the light in his eternal darkness forv5 years now. Thanks for considering!

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[hufflepuffxmrdrs]

you drew Stars around my scars

Remus had his eyes closed. He felt the warm sun rays on his face and the still cool and wet grass beneath him. It was soft and tickeld his cheeks when he moved. He felt the light wind brush through his hair, his bare feet connecting with the ground and the soft weight of a blanket around him. But most importantly he felt Sirius' fingertips intertwined with his own. Remus turned his head and opened his eyes slowly. The early morning sun shone beautifully on Sirius' face. He was looking at him with calm eyes. Only then Remus felt the awareness sinking in and sat up slowly. His limps still sore from the transition. James and Peter were also there. James pulled Remus up to his feet. "It was a bad night, wasn't it?" Remus asked tired. He could feel every bone inside him aching. His shoulder was stiffer than usual and he now felt a sharp pain lingering on his back. James shot him am encouraging smile, "It was okay. Let's get back to the shack though eh?"

Later Remus lay in his usal bed in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey had healed his scratches quickly. However, he had sustained a new wound on his back himself. He faintly remembered feeling something tickle his back, so bad he had scratched it, leaving a new deep scar. Madam Pomfrey gave him the sleeping potion and ordered him to sleep on his stomach.

When he awoke he immediately felt the precence of another person sitting beside him in the chair. He opened his his eyes quickly and turned around. Bad idea, his back hurt and he slumped back on his stomach again, now looking into Sirius' worried eyes. "Is it already evening?" Remus asked, his voice still raspy. Sirius heanded him a glass of water from the bedside table, which he drank, thristily. "The evening of the next day," he answered. "You slept more than 24 hours." "Oh fuck-" Remus now shot up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain in his back. "Relax Moony, we got you all the nites and homework. You can catch up on the weekend. Don't worry." Sirius, gently, pushed him down onto his stomach again. "Pomfrey said, you ought not sit." Remus huffed into his pillow as a response. He missed so much school. Again. "Can I see?" Sirius asked softly. "Hm?" Remus asked. "Your new scar."

"I think it's bandaged," Remus replied. He would like to see it himself, he hadn't got a deeper new scar since the others became animagi and went to the forest with him every fullmoon. "Do you-" Sirius began. "Do you remember how it happened?" Remus gazed up at Sirius, he looked somehow guilty. "Something itched me," he answered truthfully. "It was my fault," Sirius looked at the floor "I play hunted wormy, which made him run up your back to get out of my reach. Since you're obviously bigger than me," he let out a joyless laugh. "Then you suddenly howled and...I'm sorry, it was my fault," he repeated. "Pads," Remus reached out to touch Sirius' knee. "It's okay. I used to do much more worse things to myself. It's not your fault. I'm glad nobody's got hurt." Sirius put his hand on top of Remus'. "You have a new scar though." Sirius now looked at his back. "I know you don't like them."

"I have so many, I won't even notice this one," Remus said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

They were laying on Remus' bed. He lay on his back, his new scar has healed fully by now. He was gently stroking through Sirius' hair and holding a book with the other hand. He had been doing his homework on transfiguration, his books, pergaments and quills spread out on his bed, when Sirius had come to to cuddle. Sirius' head lay on Remus' chest, while he mindlessly trailed his fingers under his jumper. They were listening to one of Sirius' records. The soft tunes making Remus sleepy and it was hard to concentrate on his book with Sirius' fingers running up and down his side. "Can I see now?" he asked suddenly. "See what?" Remus asked confused. "Your scar." Sirius pushed his hand under Remus' back, making him turn on his side, facing him. His fingers cautiously searching for the freshly healed skin. Remus sucked in a sharp breath, as Sirius fingers found, what they were looking for. He gently stroked along the sensitive scar tissue. Remus felt the touch a lot stronger than he normally would have, the scar was so sensitive. His fingers left a pleasant tingle where they touched. "Yeah," Remus almost whispered as he sat up to pull his jumper over his head and laid back on his stomach, arms crossed under his head. He could practically feel Sirius' ganze on him. Then he felt soft, warm lips pressing a tender kiss to the edge of the scar. "You know, you're beautiful," Sirius whispered against his skin. "What does it look like?" Remus asked quietly. He knew it was a claw mark and had probably faded into light, silvery lines, but he wanted to make sure, hear it from him. "Like...a part of you." That wasnt the answer Remus had expected but it made his heart flutter. Sirius traced along the three lines with his finger. "A special part." He kissed it again. "Something that belongs to you. Something more from you for me to love." His voice seemed distant now. Then something cold and wet touched his skin, right beside the scar. He felt five small lines being drawn. "What are you doing?" he asked breathless. "Drawing," Sirius answered simply. The music played quietly in the background and Remus relaxed into the touch of the cool ink. He felt himself drifting off to sleep when suddenly Sirius spoke, "I'm sorry for causing you a new scar."

"It wasn't your fault," Remus heard himself reply, voice sleepy. "I just, want you to see yourself the way I see you and not hate the way your scars look. Because Moony, you're gorgeous." Sirius added another little doodle to Remus' back. "You already gave me so much," Remus replied softly. He sat up, turning to face Sirius and looked into his stormy, grey eyes which were so full of affection and selflessness, it overwhelmed Remus with love. He leaned in and kissed Sirius deeply, placing all his feelings he couldn't put into words into it, hoping Sirius knew how much he meant to him.

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[emilyhurstpritchett]

An old favorite, Colonel Luther from the Glass Cannon Podcast! It's been a long time since I did a character portrait like this, but they're so much fun. Any suggestions from the Naish of a character I should do?? . #digitalillustration #characterportrait #fullmoon #fantasyillustration #dramaticlighting #glasscannonpodcast #gcpnation #rpgfanart #pathfinderrpg #fantasyadventure #rpgcharacter #fantasyportrait #pathfinderart — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/cXJqwUm

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[sekhithefops]

Ready for Dragonflight: Alliance

Welp! Its almost time isn't it? In just over two weeks we'll be heading to the Dragon Isles at last! I was fortunate enough to get into the beta and have already worked out what my main twelve characters (yes, twelve. I can sleep when I'm dead) will be doing spec-wise and profession-wise... and Imma shoot my mouth off about it now because why not?

Nelen Fullmoon, Master of the Arcane

Nelen is a character I've had since Cataclysm, and was infact my first Worgen character when they became playable.

In Shadowlands I alternated between all three specs as the mood took me, but I've rather fallen in love with Arcane magic for this round. I will have a frost and fire mage, but they'll be separate characters so I can use them in my story.

With Dragonflight comes the return of honest-to-gods Talent Trees, which lets you build your character however you see fit... and with Nelen's build I focused mostly on talents that enhance his clearcasting abilities.

Amplification to increase the number of arcane missiles he fires when he gets clearcasting, Improved Clearcasting to gain the ability to stack clearcasting up to three times, Slipstream so he can move while channeling arcane missiles, and Nether Precision so that clearcasting makes his Arcane Blasts have more OOMPH!

Top this all off with the mages new Spell, Arcane Surge, which consumes all your mana at once to deal a frankly absurd amount of damage to an enemy but then gives you 425% mana regeneration and 35% more spell damage for fifteen seconds and Nelen is taking the term "glass cannon" to its most literal sense. He can't take a beating, but if he's fast with the incantations he won't need to because all that'll be infront of him is a pile of glowing purple ashes!

Jaie Swiftpaw, Monk of Many Talents

Its been a loooooooooong time since I did anything but Brewmaster as Jaie, pre-BfA really. In Legion I did all three specs, but that whole Azerite Armor mess and how it cost gold to redo your abilities on armor really killed a lot of the fun for me (seriously Ion, you knew that was a bad idea dammit.)

Welp, come Dragonflight my panda gal is multi-spec once more!

As a brewmaster I focus mostly on attacks that let her do a lot of AoE stuff for keeping aggro. Rushing Jade Wind (constant physical damage to all enemies within 8 yards,) Shadowboxing Treads (Blackout Kick does more damage and hits up to 3 targets,) Sal'salabim's Strength (Keg Smash resets Breath of Fire's cooldown,) and Dragonfire Brew (when you use Breath of Fire you breathe flames three times instead of once) along with some abilities like Light Brewing and Gift of the Ox for self healing and damage mitigation. I'm going to take Weapons of Order most likely for the ability to empower myself and summon Niuzao as well.

As a windwalker she's very combo focused and does a lot of single target damage, but has some decent multi-target abilities as well such as Whirling Dragon Punch (attack all nearby enemies for solid damage, but can only be used when both Fists of Fury and Rising Sun Kick are on cooldown,) Strike of the Windlord (strike with both fists at all enemies infront of you, dealing quite a bit of damage and reducing their movement speed by half,) and good ol' Faeline Stomp (deal nature damage in a line to up to five enemies and restore health to up to five allies, enemies who stand on it take additional damage as well and standing in it while attacking can reset it's cooldown.)

For mistweaving I'm more of a traditionalist. I tried "fistweaving" but it just wasn't for me. Jaie can summon Yu'lon for backup healing, has Upwelling to enhance Essence Font's power, Bonedust Brew for some extra healing AoE for her allies (and the bountiful brew upgrade so she sometimes just randomly tosses it to her target because thats REALLY useful in tight spots,) and of course the almighty Revival spell to heal everyone an dpurge all Magic, Poison, and Disease effects (saved a few raids with that baby!)

I really can't stress how happy I am about the talent trees letting us have this versatility again.

Samantha Montebank, Voidblade

I was rather surprised by this after how meh I was on it by the end of Shadowlands, but I've fallen in love with Subtlety. I was all set to focus on Assassination, especially with the 'four poisons at once' trick we get for it... but dammit I'm having fun with this!

It helps that Subtlety gets some REALLY nasty tricks this time around. Flagellation is back from our time with the Venthyr so yay for that, but also the fact that they went all in on making Subtlety void/shadow themed which character-wise fits her to a T.

... this is very important to me you see.

One of the best parts of this for me is the Secret Technique finishing move. She creates shadow clones of herself and they attack all enemies near her target, dealing quite a bit of damage at max combo points (which can be SEVEN if you take the right talents!)

See, in my story she's a void elf because of a void entity living in her mind... and in the story that void entity can manifest for brief moments as a shadowy copy of Sam herself.

Thats right! In my headcannon Secret Technique is actually her letting her spoopy friend out to play! I love it when stuff in game synchs up so well with my character ideas.

Also quite possibly my new favorite talent. It seems simple, but listen closely: "Dark Brew, your attacks that deal nature or bleed damage deal shadow damage instead, all shadow damage increased by 10%."

Yeah, it doesn't sound like much, but when most of your attacks already did Shadow damage this becomes a real killer. Like I said, its about as perfectly fittingly thematic for her as I could have asked, so Imma use it. :D

Dareley Steelhammer, Paladin of the Silver Hand

Imma stick with retribution for soloing most likely... but when it comes to almost any group content I say Holy Holy Holy. I just really love being a healadin!

It helps that my build for Dareley means that he's constantly healing multiple allies throughout fights. With stuff like Resplendent Light (Holy Light heals up to 5 targets within 12 yards for 8% of it's healing,) Light's Hammer (Hurl a light-infused hammer to the ground, damaging enemies and healing allies every 2 seconds for 14 seconds,) Divine Toll (cast holy shock on up to 5 targets within 30 yards and instantly cast holy shock every 5 seconds for 15 seconds,) Second Sunrise (Light of Dawn has a 20% chance to cast twice,) and Breaking Dawn (Light of Dawn now has a range of 40 yards) I can carry half a raid through a boss fight just by spamming Holy Light and using Light of Dawn as needed, saving the hammer and Divine Toll for emergencies.

I'm also going to take Blessing of the Seasons once I have the talent points. Yes I know its not a hugely popular one, but remember how I said theme matters to me? Well in my story he's close friends with my druid, and gee... "Blessing of Seasons" sounds rather... druid-y doesn't it?

Yeah, he may have learned a few tricks from her.

SPEAKING OF...

Shalandrae Deeproots, Druid of Many Roles

If I listed everything I was doing with Shalandrae we'd be here all night, so here's the shortened version:

Guardian Druid: Focusing on mainly stuff like thrash, brambles, blood frenzy, after the wildfire, twin moonfire, and such for constant AoE aggro generation. In her bear form she looks like a mountain and thats how I intend to do things. Keep the enemies wailing on the stone grizzly while my allies wail on them!

Feral Druid: Good gods Feral feels good right now doesn't it? I went with Feral Frenzy just because hot damn and I'm going to take Adaptive Swarm once I get the talent points again. Yes I could take Convoke the Spirits and I may yet, but I never did anything with druids and Maldraxxis and the concept intrigues me.

Balance Druid: FAERIE DRAGONS FAERIE DRAGONS DENEIZEN OF THE DREAAAAAAAAAAM! Ah gods thats such a cool idea, Also taking Wrath of Elune, Syzygy, and Sundered Firmament so I can get Three (COUNT 'EM, THREE) death star lasers whenever I dman well please! ... also Force of Nature because I missed my treants.

Restoration Druid: Adaptive swarm is a very useful spell for healers. I'm still experimenting but Verdant Infusion VERY much has my attention as it makes it so Swiftmend not only doesn't consume heal over time effects but extends them instead, along with Natural Wisdom which makes it so my Innervate spell, when cast on another, gets cast on me too (and automatic +5% mana regen bonus!) but overall... still feeling it out. Druids have a lot of options this time.

Zhan-min Irontummy, the Shamanbrewer

Even after the recent nerfs, Zhan-min is a freakin' MONSTER of an enhancement shaman! Molten Assault allows Lava Lash to spread Flame Shock around to up to four enemies, Improved Maelstrom Weapon empowers the damage or healing of his spells by up to 20% per stack, Overflowing Maelstrom lets him consume TEN stacks at once for +200% effect at the full ten, Hot Hand lets him get reduced cooldown and increased damage for Lava Lash on successful attacks with Flametongue, Ashen Catalyst gives Lava Lash +12% damage and reduces the cooldown by 0.5 seconds each time Flame Shock deals damage (and remember how I said that Molten Assault spreads Flame Shock around?) and the like.

Ontop of that Ice Strike and Hailstorm. Ice Strike makes Frost Shock deal 100% increased Damage, but Hailstorm increases Frost Shock damage and allows it to hit up to one additional target per stack of maelstrom consumed, up to five times. And yes, these stack!

So yeah, fire and ice in one big kablooey for my pudgy panda man. They may have nerfed him a bit, but he's still a freakin' powerhouse!

But yes, thats all my Alliance mains. I'll do my Horde roster tomorrow as its 4:00 AM here and my eyes are starting to do the leak-y thing again which usually means I should sleep.

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[arjaandsimoni]

Entering and Breaking

Jaipur, India, 7:15 AM

“Give us... one week Nelen. Then, ready or not, we’ll go.”

That had been six days ago.

Six days prior Arja and Simoni had gone to the Temple of Hanuman in the nearby jungle to travel across realities into the supernatural world to seek her grandfather Akul’s help at overcoming their inherent weakness to cold. While it wouldn’t be lethal to her, it would severely hamper her own fire-based powers.

Still, they didn’t exactly advertise she’d be out of Jaipur for this, which meant a certain problem was still occurring…

Nelen stormed his way towards the front door, wearing just his pajama bottoms with his glasses hastily stuffed over his face, snarling under his breath. “By all the bloody gods and demons would it kill people to check someone’s social media before they issue them a passport?!” he growled angrily as the sounds of a fight came from outside.

He wrenched the door open and shouted, “DAMMIT THEY’RE NOT EVEN HERE! WILL YOU PERVERTS JUST GO THE HELL… away…” he trailed off, looking out at the yard and seeing what was there.

“LOOK OUT!” shouted one guard as he fired his pistol, missing by a hair’s breadth.

“NELEN! THANK GODS! WE NEED SOME HELP!” shouted another as they saw him in the doorway.

“YOU!” shrieked the intruder, seeing him as well, “YOU WERE ONE OF THEM! MURDERER OF OUR PRINCESSSS!” it hissed in fury… literally hissed.

Nelen grimaced and dove out of the way as a talwar sang through the air an inch from where he’d been standing, rolling to the side as he scrambled to his feet and ran to a tree in the nearby yard. “Cernunnos! Stop dozing dammit!” he shouted, tapping his forehead frantically as he grabbed a branch, “This one isn’t some mundy with a monkey fetish!”

The person fighting with Rajesh’s guards wasn’t their usual intruder. With all the annoyances, Nelen had almost forgotten that Arja had real enemies too! A naga assassin was in the middle of the yard, hissing furiously as it slithered towards Nelen like a streak of lightning in snakeskin.

“MURDER! YOU AND ALL OF YOUR ALLIESSS WILL PAY FOR HER DEATH!” it roared.

For centuries the naga believed their princess, Sulochana, had died with Indrajit… but the truth of it was they had both been imprisoned within Claiomh Dorcadas in the years after Clan Fullmoon had lost the mundane blade. She had been freed along with her husband when the sword was destroyed by Arja and Simoni, but then was slain in truth the previous winter after a failed attempt to steal the Arrow of Rama on her husband’s behalf. Her death had several witnesses though, and word had spread among the naga that Nelen was among those who had fought against her the day she’d died.

Nelen shuddered as his eyes became as giant emeralds once more, a pair of glowing antlers sprouting from his temples as the branch he tore off the tree became a hard wooden spear. “Hmph, at least we can just kill this one…” snorted Cernunnos as he raised his weapon.

He jabbed forward hard with it, but the naga was a humanoid serpent and ‘snakelike reflexes’ wasn’t just a figure of speech for it! The warrior dodged to the side, raising his weapon. “VENGEANCE FOR SSSULOCHANA!” it cried in triumph, aiming for his shoulders… then suddenly it shrieked in pain as Cernunnos stumbled, the naga yanked back from him in a blur of scales.

It flew backwards as someone grabbed it’s tail and pulled on it harder than the serpent man would have thought possible, then it crashed to a stop as a hand closed around it’s throat.

“Oi… ‘s me cous ye be swingin’ yer stabber at hissy.” spoke an annoyed voice with a very thick Irish accent. The naga got a glimpse of fiery red hair and a wide grin before the hand around its throat squeezed with bone-crushing force, a snap echoing across the field like a gunshot as it went limp.

Nelen straightened up as Cernunnos’ antlers faded and his eyes returned to their normal color, adjusting his glasses. “… uh… thanks for the save…” he mumbled. “Didn’t know you were in the neighborhood.”

The newcomer shrugged at him. “Me ‘n a few o’ th’ lads were helpin’ out over by Bangladesh ‘n I figured its been a shite’s age since I seen me cous, why not pop in?”

They dropped the dead naga to the ground and dusted off their hands, walking up to Nelen and giving him a playful jab to the shoulder that almost knocked him off his feet. Standing there in a black tanktop, dark green cargo pants with pockets full of all sorts of nasty tricks, a pair of combat boots on their feet, and a large sword in a sheathe on their back. Their hair was sheared short as it often was anymore (‘long hair just gives th’ ghoulies somethin’ else ta grab, aye?’) and they were wearing their chest binder as always.

They were tough as nails, strong as several oxen, and thought gender norms were ‘a load o’ ol’ shite.’ The gender-non-conforming ‘Maven’s Avatar,’ Loren Fullmoon, had come to Jaipur.

“Now, ye gonna just stand there in yer jammies or are ye gonna invite me in Nelen?” she smirked.

Meanwhile, in Cincinnati…

It was early morning in India, but on the East Coast of the US the night had just begun.

Astaroth was not a happy vampire. He didn’t dare send his ghouls back to his former haven for fear of what might be waiting there, not knowing if a fae’s glamour could overwhelm the bonds of blood he’d formed with them.

A ghoul wasn’t quite as undead as it sounded. Rather, they were human, but bound to a vampire by drinking their blood. It kept them from aging and gave them unusual strength and stamina, though nowhere near as much as a true undead would have, but since they were still alive they could go out under the sun without fear. They were the daytime hands of vampires, many of them hoping that one day their masters would see fit to pass the curse of vampirism onto them as well.

However drinking a vampire’s blood also allowed the vampire to influence their thoughts and emotions as well… and he couldn’t be certain that a being like Lady Sera would be able to overpower that bond. He knew about vampirism and blood of course, but of other supernatural matters he knew precious little, a fact that he was now cursing himself for as his ghouls were, instead, scouring local booksellers for any tomes of faerie lore with a hint of legitimacy to them.

Whats worse, the changeling that he’d held captive had vanished again. His men had tracked them to an alleyway near Madison Avenue in Covington behind an empty storefront… and then it was as if they’d simply disappeared into thin air. He suspected this was another facet of their mysterious ‘glamour,’ but he had no way of knowing it.

He paced the floor of his backup haven, his brow furrowed and his hands clasped behind his back. He hated waiting, he itched to do something, anything… but he couldn’t risk it with that faerie out for his blood.

His phone rang in his pocket and in a blur it was in his hand, pressed to his ear.

“What do you have?” he asked into it pointedly.

“We can’t find the changeling Sir…” came the reply, “But we did find their house. Had to beat it outta some of the locals, but we got a name. Stephy Smith. She lives with her adoptive mom and brother in Covington. We’re pretty sure it ain’t empty either. People have been seeing lights in the windows at nighttime.”

“Hm… yes that was likely where the Rat had attacked them. He could have told us, but I’m not certain he knew how to read a street sign in the first place…” he muttered in annoyance. He wasn’t entirely certain how Clarence had found them, but it wasn’t like he was going to get an answer now that the Mill Creek Monster was quite literally dust in the wind. “Do we have any idea who’s inside?”

“Scouts said two kids, one boy and girl, and a large dog… but they couldn’t get close, every time they tried the girl stopped whatever she was doing and went straight to the window, like she could tell they were there…” the caller replied.

“… did they see what she looked like?” he asked.

“Um… small, maybe not even a teenager yet. Goth kid. Think Wednesday Addams.” the voice said.

“… that would likely be Natasha Kernovich if I recall the name correctly.” frowned Astaroth. “Do not be fooled by her appearance. That girl is a vampire, and a very old one. She said that her sire was ‘the Butcher of Cluj’ and from what I could gather from our own history he’s been dead since the sixteen hundreds.”

“Woah… that would’ve made her older than Archie was!” replied the caller in a shocked voice, “Uh… what should we do?” he asked.

“Stand watch for now and send a runner to find Walter. Now that we know where they are, we can send in the muscle.” he sneered.

Covington Kentucky, the Smith residence, two hours later

Natasha sat on the couch next to Nicu, the two of them looking as different as could be despite both of them being undead.

Nicu appeared as he had in life, a young boy who favored teeshirts and bluejeans. Comfortable and easy to move in. The teeshirt he had on was black with a picture of Spider-Man on the front.

By contrast, Natasha was dressed in a wine-red silken top with a high neck and long sleeves, along with a long black skirt that went down to her ankles over high stockings and a pair of heeled boots. Her hair was in an immaculate bun as well, with an elegant hairpin sticking out of it.

“… you know, you don’t have to dress like that all the time Natasha. I mean, you could just wear something comfy around the house.” he pointed out.

Natasha shrugged, “I am quite comfortable like this Nicu. This is how I have dressed for hundreds of years.” she replied.

“I mean, you could still dress kinda like that but… at least in clothes that were made this century. I’m sure Stephy and Sammi could help you find something. Hell I’d be genuinely shocked if they didn’t know every clothing store in the area by name.” he pointed out.

She chuckled, “I am certain they do… but no. I tried wearing more modern things…” she paused, “… last year… and it just does not feel right to me. Like I am not meant to wear such things. You would not ask our friend Stephy to dress like a boy again, would you?” she asked.

Nicu winced a bit. If he could blush, he would be. “… guess when you put it like that…” he mumbled.

She chuckled, then looked at the remote for Tara’s Blue Ray player. “Now… how does one… um…” she picked it up and held it sideways in both hands, looking at it in a confused way.

Nicu grinned, then took it and turned it on, hitting play as the movie they had borrowed from the local library (using Stephy’s card) began to play. “So… you say this is about a vampire… who is also what you call… a super-hero?” she asked.

“Well, sort of…” replied Nicu, “He’s not really a vampire, it was more of a science experiment gone wrong. He’s got powers like ours, but he’s not killed by sunlight. He is weakened by it though. Its… really dumb in parts, but that’s kinda why its fun too.”

“… I see… and the story is called, what, ‘Morbius?’” she asked.

Nicu nodded, “Yep.” he grinned as the opening began playing.

Outside the house, a single person sat at the bus stop despite the busses having already stopped running in this area of Covington for the night. He was too well dressed to be a hobo, but the locals mostly figured he was waiting on a ride of a different sort and picked the bus stop because it was easily recognizable from the road and offered a bench to sit on.

The truth was, he was watching the Smith residence.

As he watched a large truck pulled up next to the stop and the passenger side door opened, and out came a very large man indeed. He had a face like a cinderblock, thick muscular arms, and wore a button down shirt tucked into a pair of slacks but left half-unbuttoned to show his barrel chest.

“Hey lick, is this the spot?” grunted the large man.

“Yessir.” he nodded, “They’re inside. The girl is the leader. She looks young, but Astaroth said she’s gotta be at least a few hundred years old, probably older than Archibald was.”

The man grinned, showing a pair of long sharp canine teeth. “Good… getting bored of kicking around weak shits.” he nodded, cracking his knuckles. “Go ahead ‘n hop in the truck lick. I’ll handle this.”

The ghoul nodded gratefully, climbing into the heated cab of the truck with an audible sigh of relief as the huge man walked around the front and headed towards the house. “Suppose I should knock, its only polite…” he shrugged.

On the TV, a young Michael Morbius limped through a hospital on a pair of crutches as the movie began describing his life afflicted with a degenerative disease that would lead to him seeking a cure that would transform him into ‘the Living Vampire’ as the two unliving ones watched, Natasha’s eyebrow raising as she took it in. “… a living vampire? That is… rather absurd. One cannot be a vampire and alive. It is not how this… works.”

“Its just what he calls himself. His powers are like ours, but he didn’t actually get turned by anyone. I told you, it’s a science thing.” replied Nicu.

“Hmph… nonsense. I cannot fathom mortal fascination with such drivel… it is…” she paused, then looked up, “Nicu, get behind the couch.” she said in a warning tone.

“Huh? Whats wrong?” he asked… then he heard a growling sound.

Lupe had been napping on the rug in her animal form, but now she was standing up and already changing shape into a full werewolf as she stared at the front door.

“That is wrong.” replied Natasha as she rose to her feet.

A second later there was a single knock on the door, then another, then on the third knock a fist punched clean through the wood, splitting the door in half!

“Knock knock…” came a voice from outside as the hand groped around, found the lock, and undid it… then gripped the hole it made and ripped the door right out of its frame.

Standing there, silhouetted against the night, was the barrel-chested man with a face like a cinderblock. “Heard you guys were a real pain in Astaroth’s keister… he wants me to do something about that. Can’t say I like pickin’ on little kids buuuuuuuuuut…” he shrugged dramatically, grinning to show his fangs, “Eh… got nothin’ better to do tonight.”

Natasha’s eyes flashed crimson as she began to channel the power of her blood, and in a blur of yellow fur Lupe tackled him, throwing her entire weight and every ounce of werewolf strength into the charge!

He stumbled back into the yard, but that was all. He didn’t even grunt. “Down pup!” he snapped, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck and throwing her back against the porch with a loud pained yelp from the lupine!

“Oughta teach your dog some manners… Natasha I think he said?” he rumbled as she emerged from the house, staring him down.

“Correct. You would be this… Walter? They described a Thomas to me… but you do not look like what they spoke of.” she replied icily as the shadows seemed to darken around her, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“HAH! If I was as scrawny as that little asswipe I’d let the sun burn me up out of shame!” he replied, “Tom thinks he’s hot shit, but he’s our gofer. We just keep him around ‘cause he’s too useful to get rid of. Now c’mon girl. You may be a tiny little thing, but we both know you’re not what ya look like and I came here for a fight!”

“Very well, a fight you shall have.” she hissed, thrusting her arm out, and the shadows surged forward around her, becoming a wall of jagged spikes.

Walter grinned wickedly, holding his arms infront of him to absorb the blow.

Inside the house Nicu fumbled with his phone, the still-young vampire in a bit of a panic. This guy had thrown Lupe around like she was just a rambunctious puppy, and he knew how strong she was! They needed help!

Jaipur India

The rec room in the Barjar Residence had a bar, and Loren was working on drinking most of it. Nelen was beginning to worry about that, debating if it’d be worth trying to cut her off or at least take it to the Wulfshead… but she could likely empty their entire stock and still only be lightly buzzed. Fullmoon warriors were resistant to all poisons, including alcohol. It took a LOT to get her drunk.

“Sooo…” he nodded to her, now wearing jeans, a teeshirt, and his ballcap. “They’re not sure what it was?” he asked.

Loren shrugged, “Aye, lotsa fuckin’ limbs is all we could tell ye. I thought they meant giant bloody spiderbeast at first, but nope. Probably some weird local boogum.”

Nelen nodded, “I’ll ask Rajesh and Arja when I get a chance. They’d probably…” he paused as he looked up to see an annoyed Drusilla standing there in a huge teeshirt and her underwear, her hair all over the place, holding a smartphone between her thumb and forefinger.

“Many-scars… make your damn toy shut up. It woke me up.” she growled, rubbing her large eye with her free hand.

Nelen took it from her and looked at the front, “… shit, its Nicu. I gotta take this.”

He stood up and answered the phone, “Nicu, whats go… WOAH WOAH! Slow down! What the hell is all that noise in the background?” he asked as Loren sat up at the bar, her drink suddenly ignored as Drusilla cocked her head.

“A vampire is attacking… and its one of the four that we heard about?” he asked, “Walter?” he nodded, then his face blanched, “He did WHAT to Lupe?!” he demanded, putting it on speakerphone.

“She tackled him ‘n he just threw her right off into Tara’s porch! Natasha is fighting him now but this guy is tough! Her shadow trick isn’t doing ANYTHING!” came the frantic reply.

Drusilla grinned widely, “Oh I know what that means…” she nodded, then rushed off to their bedroom as Nelen looked at her retreating back.

“Dammit Drus! We can’t just… I mean… someone has to watch Scylla and none of Rajesh’s housekeepers can handle her! I…” he paused, glancing at the barstool next to him as Dawn dove out of the bedroom with a yowl.

“Hey, Loren? How’d you like to earn some quick cash?” he asked.

“… doin’ what?” she replied, raising an eyebrow.

Covington Kentucky

Natasha snarled and shot around Walter’s bulk in a burst of speed, the shadows swirling around her as she did. She lashed out again and a massive blade of darkness shot towards him, but he lashed out with his fist and punched it into pieces, his veins pressed out against his skin.

While Natasha’s powers were focused on shadows, his were all about his body. He’d always wanted to be strong, ever since he’d ran with a gang of hoodlums back as a living boy in the late 1800s, when he’d worked as a strikebreaker for the Pinkerton Detective Agency in the 1920s as a young man, and when he’d been found by his sire bleeding out in an alleyway when some workers he’d been sent in to ‘negotiate’ with had been better prepared than he’d expected.

As a mortal he’d broken legs and shattered arms, as one of the undead he could juggle dumpsters and outrun trains (and had, until his sire had patiently explained to him why we don’t do that.) He didn’t care about hiding from the mortals, he just wanted to be strong and use his strength. A fighting junkie to the core, and a bully in the truest sense of the word. He loved finding someone who thought that a righteous cause was as good as armor, then snap them in half like a twig and drain them dry.

“THAT ALL YA GOT?!” he chortled, diving forward in a boxing stance and lashing out with his fist. It was only Natasha’s vampiric agility that kept the blow from connecting, but the sheer force of it was like a cannonball, causing the smaller vampire to spin a bit as it passed her just from that alone! She stumbled in her heels and almost fell, but Walter caught her and dragged her to her feet by the front of her shirt.

“C’mon! Astaroth said you were some powerful elder, even if you do look like a little goddamn kid! Enough with the shadows tiny! Here!” he dropped her on the ground and held his arms out wide, then tapped his chin and leaned in. “Show me what an ‘elder’ like you can do. Gimme yer best shot! C’mon, free hit! Do it!” he laughed, folding his arms behind him and closing his eyes with a sneer.

There are some acts that simply invite certain outcomes, whether they are done in a form of media or in real life. Whenever a large boastful and powerful fighter lets someone take a ‘free hit’ to demoralize them to show just how powerless they truly are, one of three outcomes will likely happen.

One, their opponent will try, wind up hurting their hand, and then wind up getting hurt far worse when they move in for the kill.

Two, they will stand there for a minute or two, then open their eyes to find that their opponent has fled the battlefield entirely.

Or three, they will wind up with their face turned concave by a much more powerful blow than they expected.

Walter felt the blow connect, felt his head snap back, felt his feet leave the ground, and felt the wind underneath him.

He felt confused. Why weren’t his feet on the ground anymore? Why did it feel like he was moving? Was this another shadow trick?

And why did his face hurt so much?

Then he landed with a loud metallic crash in the garbage bins of the house across the street as dogs began barking all up and down the road!

He struggled his way out of the pile of refuse and back to his feet to see three newcomers to the battlefield.

A man stood there wearing a jacket over a teeshirt, bluejeans, a baseball cap, sturdy boots, and glasses. A messenger bag was draped over his shoulders. He had brown hair that was greying in streaks, and a full beard.

To his left stood a young girl with dusky brown skin and a shock of bright red hair, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a sock hat with a long winter coat thrown on over a teeshirt and baggy jeans as well. She was grinning widely, almost too wide… and her teeth seemed oddly sharp for some reason.

To his right however was a woman that stood taller than even Walter himself, cracking her knuckles as she grinned at him. She wore a purple tank top and jeans under a black cloth jacket and was looking right at him.

“Well? Get up, or are you going to just let me punch your face in?” called Drusilla as she stepped out of the yard towards Walter.

“Where the fuck did you come from?!” he demanded, resetting his jaw with an audible click.

Natasha straightened her top, then glanced at Nelen, “That is an excellent question Nelen… do not tell me you left your daughter at Rajesh’s house alone…” she frowned.

“Believe it or not, we found a babysitter.” replied the magus.

Natasha blinked in surprise, “… for Scylla? W-who?!” she asked.

Jaipur India

Loren grinned as she watched TV with her cousin, the little cyclops still in her pajamas. Normally she’d watch cartoons in the morning, but Loren had something she thought Scylla would enjoy even more.

The TV showed a large fighting ring where a huge musclebound man in a white teeshirt and kilt roared into a microphone, flipping off the audience as they jeered at him.

“Alright Scylla, that’s Rowdy Roddy Piper… ‘n he’s a ‘heel.’ That means he’s a bad guy, ‘n we don’t like bad guys aye?” she nodded.

“BOOO! BAD GUY HEEL!” called out the cyclops, making a face at the screen as Loren grinned, then another wrestler came up behind him and grabbed him by the shoulder, slamming him down onto the mat. This one had long blonde hair and a large mustache, wearing just a pair of yellow briefs and boots to show off his muscles.

Rowdy Rody Piper struggled to his feet and glared at his opponent, then charged him, but the other one grabbed him, flipped him upside down, and then jumped into the air and slammed him down into the floor of the ring headfirst with his head trapped between his legs.

“Okay, so what Hulk Hogan just did ta ‘im is called a ‘piledriver.’ Can ye say ‘piledriver?’” asked Loren.

“PIL’DWIVUH! PIL’DWIVUH!” cheered Scylla, waving her hands in the air above her head.

“Attagirl!” she nodded.

Nelen wanted her to babysit his daughter… well… fine, but he should have really known better. He’d find out soon enough, and she wasn’t going to complain about some quick cash.

Covington

Drusilla roared loud enough to rattle the windows of the houses nearby as Nelen scratched at his beard, “… Loren, but I’m sure it’ll be okay.” he replied.

Natasha raised her eyebrow at him but shrugged. “I will certainly not complain about the aid. This foe is powerful despite his relative youth.” she frowned, then walked to the porch where Lupe had landed to inspect her werewolf companion. She knew that she was likely not dead, but it was rare for Lupe to not get right back up after a blow…

Out in the street the powerful vampire clashed with the giantkin, Walter using his cursed blood to enhance his muscles to match Drusilla’s inborn cycloptian power… but he was rapidly finding out that this was no ordinary foe!

Drusilla looked human, albeit very large, but that was thanks to a bracelet she wore to hide her inhuman features when among the mundanes. A tall woman was easier to explain away than a one-eyed one, so the enchanted bracelet Nelen had crafted would give her the illusion of having two eyes instead of one.

Walter was the strongest of their little group, even the Rat wouldn’t have been able to match him in outright muscle. Unlike other vampires he didn’t worry about stealth or subterfuge or anything like that. He was a freight train with fangs.

Drusilla, however, was born strong. A cyclops was a force that even the warriors of Clan Fullmoon had trouble dealing with. Walter’s blows hurt her, but she shrugged most of them off and countered with her own that were capable of punching through concrete!

Walter stumbled back after a sudden blow, focusing on his blood to restore the damage that Drusilla’s attack had inflicted on him as he straightened up. “Damn lady! Ain’t ever met a woman who could punch like that!” he laughed, “But I could go all night, think you could?”

“HEY DRUS!” called Nelen, “We should wrap this up! The neighbors probably already called the cops!” he shouted as he tossed his bag to her.

She caught it and sighed, “Fiiiiiiiiiine… can’t have any damn fun…” she grumbled, reaching into the bag and gripping something inside.

Walter looked confused, and even moreso as her hand came out with a massive wooden club with a ring set in the base, the top half covered in wicked metal spikes! It was huge, and way too big to have ever fit in the bag!

She smirked, then reached down to her wrist and hooked a finger under her wristband, pulling it off.

The vampire stared, not sure what to make of this… but suddenly the woman he was fighting wasn’t a woman at all but a huge one-eyed monster! He grinned wildly, bracing himself, then charged at her!

Drusilla smirked, then as soon as he was close she moved with rather surprising speed and brought the club around, smashing it into him!

Walter screamed in pain as the wood struck him, the vampire landing on his side in the snow with smoke coming from where it hit! “WHAT THE FUCK!” he coughed, gripping his side. His skin there was covered in painful blisters, as if it had been burned somehow!

“Custom made big guy!” called Nelen, “With blessed wood!” he added.

The vampire gasped, struggling to his feet. That was bad… he glared at her, then at the other newcomers. He liked a good fight, but this was the vampire equivalent of taking a knife to a gunfight. If the club was blessed, he wouldn’t even be able to touch it!

“Shit…” he spat, then he focused his blood into his legs and leapt into the air, landing in the cab of the truck with his ghouls inside. He slammed the truck’s back with his hand, “GO!” he shouted, and the tires squealed as the truck shot off.

Nelen watched him go as Drusilla put her club back in his bag, then slid her bracelet back on and walked back over to him. “Hmph, coward. Second I pull out a weapon he runs away.” she grumped.

“Blessing the wood makes it holy Drus, holy objects are deadly to vampires, remember?” he pointed out.

“I can confirm this Drusilla.” nodded Natasha as she roused Lupe, the werewolf back in her animal form and looking rather embarrassed that she got taken down so easily. “Walter would have been a fool to fight you with such a weapon.”

Drusilla just shrugged, “Eh… so…” she glanced at the front door of the Smith’s household, or rather where the door should have been. “What’re we gonna do about that?”

“Don’t worry yerselves luv.” said a voice by her ankles.

“Wez got it.” came another.

The group looked down in surprise as a trio of small creatures walked past them. One appeared to be a humanoid frog, another was some sort of gnome-like creature, and the third was quite possibly a domovoi (or something similar.)

“Uh…” he muttered as another one of them walked up to him.

“Good evening, am I correct in assuming you are the magus Nelen Fullmoon?” they asked, bowing low, then looking up at him with a literally foxy smile. “I am Reynard, scout and ally to Prince Samuel of the Icebound Heart. His lordship asked me to notify him if you were to arrive in the city.”

“Yeah that’s me.” he nodded, glancing back at the door as the goblins got to work mending the damage of Walter’s entry, then back at Reynard. “Tell Sam that we’ll met him, Tex, and Stephy around noon-ish. Tara’s house won’t fit all of us, so I need to get us a hotel room.” he nodded.

“Right you are magus.” nodded the fox-like goblin, who turned on his heel and vanished in a swirl of snow.

“Huh, didn’t know Sammi had goblins on his payroll besides that one bartender Stephy told us about…” commented Dawn as she raised her sunglasses, looking at the ones working on the front of the house, the door already almost mended. Goblins worked fast when they were paid well.

“Ain’t gonna complain.” nodded Nelen, looking up as he heard sirens in the distance. “Now as our old friend Shaman says, ‘lets get the fuck outta here before the cops show up.’” he smirked as Dawn grinned and grabbed both him and Drusilla by the arm, then the three of them vanished in a burst of magic.

Natasha sighed as she watched them go, then shrugged and walked back up into the house as the goblins put the finishing touches on the repairs, nodding to them respectfully as they nodded back. “So, Nicu. Shall we continue the performance?” she smirked.

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[sekhisadventures]

Adventurers in Time

Somewhen… Else.

Nelen groaned softly, the mage laying flat on his face on a hard surface… Slowly he lifted himself up, fumbled around and found his glasses, and put them on. “… feel like I’ve done this before.” he muttered.

“Nelen!” called a voice next to him. The magus sat up to see Samantha and Nitika sitting there, the two of them looking bruised but none the worse for wear.

“Are you alright? Your injuries didn’t seem serious, but I didn’t want to risk moving you until you woke up.” asked the tauren Seeress, looking him over.

“Yeah… I’m good… just sore…” he grunted, getting to his feet as he walked over. “Where’s Sekhi and Grimo?” he asked.

“Over there. Our ‘client’ is explaining the situation to Grimo, and Sekhi just likes how her song sounds.” smirked the void elf, pointing across the way.

Nelen blinked slowly, then looked around as his eyes went wide, finally waking up enough to take in where they were. A massive floating platform in the middle of an endless field of clouds. All around them were trails of swirling motes of sand, and around the platform were several large gateways. Straining his ears, he could hear a faint ticking sound, as if there was a massive clock hidden just out of view.

“Where on Azeroth…” he muttered.

“That’s just it Nelen, we’re not.” explained Nitika, “Sort of… this is the Temporal Conflux. It’s the plane of Time essentially, and the Bronze Dragons use it to travel back and forth through eras. When that Nightborne fled the Infinite Dragon he was working with broke in and used it to escape.”

The mage nodded, “Hmm… well, can we pursue him?” he asked.

“Ehhh, that’s kinda the thing Fullmoon…” came a gruff voice as Grimo walked back over to them, followed by Sekhi and the strange gnome girl who had come to their aid in Dalaran. “We got other problems first.”

“Yeah… um… sorry I couldn’t introduce myself, it all happened so fast!” explained the gnome. “My name is Chromazdormu.” she nodded, then smiled, “Call me ‘Chromie,’ please, and… well… before we could get in here, your friends tried to follow us… and… Nyloc’s escape portal wasn’t big enough to handle everyone.” she winced, grinning apologetically, “I tried to warn them, but stopping in midair is REALLY hard and… well…” she trailed off, waving a hand as she did.

Nitika nodded, “From what I remember, right before we went through Jaie, Laurelgosa, Ed, and Galdia crashed into us, and they’re not here…” she explained.

Nelen gazed out around them, then it clicked. He was a mage, he knew a bit about such matters after all. “Don’t tell me… the crash threw them to other time periods?!” he asked in a shocked tone.

“Not… exactly.” explained Chromie. “From what I could feel, they’re all in the right time. Same year, same day, same everything… but… not… your timeline. They got scattered to the other potential Azeroths that exist.” she nodded apologetically.

“Yeah.” grunted Grimo, stomping forward. “Don’t care if yer a dragon or not, that’s a damn PROBLEM for me!” he snarled, taking his cigar out and pointing it at her. “Three of the ones that got scattered are my employees toots! We’re getting them back, right here, right now, because I’m sure as SHIT not going to have to try to find new hires to replace ‘em!” he snapped, then a massive tauren hand closed around his head. Grimo could almost feel the purple eyes on his back. “… because we’re sure as SHIT not leaving our friends to whatever timelines that chucked ‘em into!” he corrected immediately, and the hand released him.

Nelen nodded, “I agree, we can’t just leave them to their fate… but… first I have to ask. What the fel was that all about?! Why did he attack us? Why are you after him?” he asked Chromie.

Chromie sighed, “Yeah, I shoulda explained this before, but I was hoping we could grab him before he got away. He’s a Chronomancer named Nyloc Athel. He was working with the rest of my flight to repair the damage to the Temporal Conflux’s entrance on the Dragon Isles… but… well, he wanted us to tell him the secrets of our flight, and we wouldn’t do that. Some stuff mortals just, yanno, shouldn’t mess with.” she nodded.

Then the dragon glanced away and sighed, “Well, when Morchie and her buddies started causing trouble, Nyloc offered to help them if they helped him. He and an Infinite Dragon ambushed one of our convoys coming back from the Forbidden Reach and stole what they had… they’re two really powerful artifacts of the Bronze Dragonflight!” she turned back to Nelen, her eyes wide and worried, “They’re definitely not the sort of thing someone like Nyloc should have!” she nodded emphatically.

Nelen frowned, “I think I saw him holding a strange sword when we encountered him in Dalaran, was that one of them?” he asked.

Chromie nodded, “Yeah! That sword is called the ‘Last Moment.’ Anyone cut with it immediately sees a vision of when they’re fated to die in our timeline!” she explained, “The other one was a crystal called ‘The Perfect Chance.’ It’s a crystalized moment in time that affects probability. That’s how he escaped, he made sure that his buddy in the Infinites was nearby using it, then jumped off the city and landed on him! I know, I could feel him using it. That’s how my flight has been tracking him. Every time he uses the moment it sends ripples through the timeways. Its impossible for us to miss!”

Nitika paused at that, then glanced at Nelen, “Didn’t you tell us that you almost didn’t call the meeting when we arrived?” she asked him.

Nelen’s eyebrows went up, realization dawning on his face, “… yeah… I was originally going to do more research and consult with my allies in the Kirin Tor first… but… I just, I dunno, felt like I should go ahead and do it…” he said in a faraway voice, “It was… just a strange hunch I had…”

Chromie nodded, “That’s how I found him! He used it before he came after you to make sure that you’d all be in Dalaran! I don’t know why, but Nyloc wants you all gone!”

Nelen smirked, “Bad mistake on his part. Last time someone tried to take us all down at once it didn’t go well for them.” he nodded as Nitika grinned at the memory of Dissonantia’s final moments in the Void, being blown to bits by Titanstrike. She still thought the gun was way too dangerous for Grimo to have… but… she couldn’t deny it saved their lives last time, and possibly all of Azeroth.

Chromie nodded, “But yeah, I talked it out with Grimo, but… well, you’re the leader of the Alliance team, so I wanna get your okay too. I’ll help you find your friends and in exchange you help me get back what Nyloc stole from us before he can misuse them anymore!” she nodded.

Nelen nodded, “We don’t really have a choice. I can’t leave our allies stuck in time.” he replied with a shrug.

Chromie sighed in relief, her shoulders sagging a bit. She looked genuinely scared that he might have turned her down. Apparently Nyloc’s theft had been weighing on the diminutive dragoness.

Sekhi however giggled, “Ya woulda helped us get ‘em back anyways.” she grinned knowingly, her tail swishing. “Your song says ya wouldn’t leave someone stuck like that if ya could help.”

Chromie shrugged, grinning a bit sheepishly, “Well… I mean yeah… but… you’re adventurers. Usually adventurers don’t do stuff for free…” she replied.

“Oh Grimo will if the cause is right.” grinned Nitika down at the goblin who scowled and sucked down the rest of his cigar. He would, especially if the cause was ‘so Nitika will stop doing that.’

“Well, as long as I might help myself to some of Nyloc’s other trinkets I’m always game…” chuckled Sam, then the others looked at her and she frowned, “… and I wouldn’t leave Jaie behind! I mean c’mon guys! She’s always had my back! Of course I’m going to rescue her! I’m a treasure hunter, I have an image to keep up here!” she huffed, throwing up her arms.

Nelen nodded, smirking a bit. Even post-transition, Sam had a bit of difficulty showing her emotions and admitting how important her friends were to her. Some old habits died harder than others. He understood what she meant though. “Right, well, I’d say we’re unanimous, and our friends who didn’t make it into the portal are probably pretty worried about us…” he added.

“Oh they’ll be fine! Once we’re all done I can drop you all off right after we left!” smiled Chromie.

Grimo frowned, “Ugh… time travel always gives me a case of th’ fuckin’ temporals… lets just get this shit on the road eh?” he asked.

Chromie smirked at the goblin, then nodded, “Alright… so first we gotta work out where they landed… I can follow their timelines from when they crashed into me… but its been a bit so I might not be entirely accurate, especially if the crash threw them through more than one timeline. That can happen sometimes, happened to me a little bit ago actually.” she nodded, waving for the others to gather around as she took her staff out again.

“Alright… lets see…” she focused on it, and sand swirled around all of them… the sky seeming to darken, then lighten, then darken again, as if going from day to night rapidly! “Okaaaaaaay… and… BOOM!” she smacked the staff’s base against the floor and…

The World of Azmerloth

The forces of the Horde and Alliance had finally found the lost continent of Pandruglbleblr, and war was breaking out! A force of horde soldiers and alliance solders were fighting near a massive statue of a giant jade sea serpent as cannons flared and battle cries of ‘MRGLBLRGLEBLR!’ were shouted!

Suddenly the world seemed to burp and a group of strange beings appeared right in the middle of the battlefield! Nelen and the others immediately looked around in shock, then readied their weapons and spells as the worgen and elf looked at the horde armies and the goblin, vulpera, and tauren turned towards the murlocs in blue.

“Oops! Hang on! I’ve got this!” shouted Chromie over the chaos, “… and… POW!” she slammed her staff home again just as a cannonball blasted through the statue, sending it falling to the forest floor in pieces!

A moment later the ground seemed to erupt with blackness, and a terrified gurgling scream went up as a massive shadowy monster loomed over the battlefield, a murloc with white and black scales looking on in horror from a distance.

The World of Azewrath

The Legon’s ship soared through the skies and the corrupted clouds, the storm sending bolts of lightning across the world… but then, it would forever after what happened at the end of the War of the Ancients. Below the ship was the palace of Sargeras, Destroyer of Worlds, and all around it was his Legion.

Suddenly there was a distortion on the deck of the ship and several adventurers appeared in a burst of magic!

“SHIT!” shouted Nelen as he channeled arcane energies, sweat beading as he found very little on this world to use. Nitika reached out to An’she, but barely any motes of light danced around her fingers. The Sun God had turned his gaze from this Azeroth!

“Darn it! Again!” huffed Chromie as the surprised crew of the ship turned to face the newcomers, drawing some rather horrifying looking weapons as the dragon slammed her staff home once more, causing them all to vanish!

The World of Ulderoth

A paradise of green, with massive golden structures all around. A pristine world untouched by fel or void energies of any sort. All through the city walked the various titan creations; watchers, vrykul, earthen, mechagnomes, and more…

Then with a burp the adventurers appeared in their midst.

Nelen prepared to attack, then paused and looked around, “Oh… huh, this one actually looks nice.” he commented, lowering his arms.

Sekhi nodded, “Yeah! Its song is beautiful! I dunno which one this is, but it feels really good here!” she smiled, her ears flicking around. The song was pure and strong, but not overwhelming. Soothing and calming to the shamaness.

The titan creations paused to look at the newcomers… then their expressions turned angry.

“Void corruption!” shouted one of them, pointing into the group.

Nitika and Sam started, then looked at each other, then winced, “Oh shit.” they both said together.

Grimo grimaced, readying his rifle as Sekhi looked frantically around, whistling under her breath as lightning sparked around her clawtips.

"Purge the corruption!" called out a massive Maiden-class watcher, appearing as a huge humanoid woman in a toga wrap and sandals as the sound of heavy footsteps filled the area.

"In the name of the Pantheon!" the other titanforged all shouted in unison, marching forward in perfect lock-step as they advanced on the group.

“Chromie! We should leave now please!” shouted Nelen as he began to channel arcane energy into his hands, preparing to cast a barrage at the first one to draw close enough.

“Dangit! Thought we could catch a break! Right right hang on everyone!” she shouted, slamming the staff home once more.

The World of… wait… is This One Even Azeroth?

The group appeared in the middle of a large city of tall buildings, the smell of salty air telling them they were near an ocean… but… this looked nothing like any Azeroth they’d ever seen!

“Chromie? Where are we now?!” asked Nitika, still a bit high strung from almost getting attacked by the titanforged.

“Dunno Nitika, maybe another warzone?” commented Sam. She could hear the sounds of chaos and explosions all around them, and laughter on the wind.

“I… I don’t know! I don’t think this one is one of Azeroth’s timelines! I’m sensing SERIOUS temporal chaos! I think we just got sucked into it!” the dragon called back as she tried to focus on her staff.

Then the group heard a laugh and looked over as a voice piped up, “Oh heck guys! Look! This Nelen actually is a wizard!”

A bit away from them was a group of young looking humans, a strange cat-like creature, a huge woman holding what looked like a small bundle of blankets, and… what appeared to be Nelen Fullmoon!

However, this Nelen had short hair and a full beard as opposed to a goatee and a ponytail. He was wearing a black teeshirt, bluejeans, and some big heavy boots. “… what?” grunted the Nelen from Azeroth.

The cat like creature jogged over, the feline looking like a young human girl, but with cat-like ears and a long tail, shining yellow eyes, and a massive grin. She wore a teeshirt herself, bearing the legend ‘I’m not mad, my reality is just different from your’s,’ and a pair of baggy cargo pants. Suddenly she vanished, and with a pop and a surprised curse she was squatting on Nelen’s shoulders.

“Woaaaaaaaah! He even smells the same! Think wherever he’s from has Old Spice too?!” the cat like creature laughed as the worgen magus snarled and reached up, trying to grab her… but she vanished and reappeared with a loud exclamation of taurhaue atop Nitika’s head.

The cat grinned, shielding it’s eyes and pointing, “Hey! I can see our hotel from up here!” she laughed, then she vanished again before Nitika could snatch her and appeared with a burp infront of Sekhi.

The feline squatted down and looked at Sekhi, cocking her head.

Sekhi cocked her head the other way, her ear flicking.

The cat creature smiled, stuck out a finger, and tapped Sekhi on the nose. “Boop.” the cat grinned.

Sekhi giggled, then did likewise to the feline. “Boop!” the vulpera smiled.

Then the feline vanished again and reappeared next to Nelen (the worgen,) and immediately flipped open his pouch, sticking her head and shoulders into it. “Hey! He knows the ‘make the big bag’ spell too! Think this one keeps cat treats in his bags?” she shouted to her allies.

This time however the cat was distracted enough for the magus to grab her firmly around the middle. He lifted her boldly out of the bag, then held her by the shoulders infront of him. “Oi, moggie.” he growled.

“Yeah?” said the cat-creature.

In an eyeblink she was looking at a worgen wearing a mage’s robes and glasses. Nelen was mostly easygoing and tried to keep his temper in check for obvious reasons, but he had one rule that was ironclad; unless you had his explicit permission, you left his books alone. “STAY OUT OF MY BAG!” he roared, baring his fangs as the force of his voice blew her hair and ears back.

The feline blinked, then screamed and vanished from his grasp, reappearing behind his copy from whatever strange world they’d ended up in. “THAT NELEN IS WRONG! ITS EVIL NELEN! MAKE IT GO AWAY!” she hissed, her tail floofed out.

Nelen, the worgen, resumed his human form, took off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Chromie, could you please…”

“Sorry! I think I have it now! Weird multiverse huh guys?” she asked, and suddenly they all vanished.

The World of Azeroth… Whats Left of It

With a burp of temporal energies, the group reappeared on a blasted and desolate landscape. All around them was nothing but empty barren land, the wind blowing over it fitfully, as if it barely had the energy for even that.

Grimo frowned, “Crap… where are we this time?” he snarled, “We gotta fight th’ Scourge or something?” he demanded.

Chromie shook her head, “No! I think this is the right time! One of your friends ended up here! I can feel them!” she insisted.

Then they heard a whimper, the group turning to look at Sekhi.

“Its… dead.” the shamaness chittered. “… Azeroth’s song… I can hear it’s echo… but…” she whined, her ears folding back as her eyes filled with tears, “Its gone! Its dead! Whatever this timeline is Azeroth DIED here!”

Nelen frowned, “Died… wait…” he looked around, then spotted it in the distance, “… Gordrinn’s fangs, I know where we are.” he whispered.

“Nelen?” asked Nitika, looking in the direction he was, then gasping in recognition, her hands going to her mouth.

“During the Cataclysm, we had to help Nozdormu stop his darker self, Murazond, before we could obtain the Dragon Soul so that Thrall could use it against Deathwing. In order to do that, Nozdormu had to send us through time to where Murazond was hiding… I was part of the group that went after him.” explained the magus, gesturing across the wasteland before them.

There, against the stark landscape, was a massive tower. It had once been beautiful, but now it was broken and blackened, and covered in the volcanic blood of the creature impaled atop it. A gigantic corrupted black dragon.

Standing there, like a jagged spike scraping into the sky, was the ruins of Wyrmrest Temple, and upon it was the corpse of none other than Deathwing the Destroyer.

“Nozdormu called it ‘The End Time.’” he nodded firmly.

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