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the-fortyseventh · 1 year
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Secret Father Winterveil!
An overnight retreat to Boralus Harbour for some Winterveil fun! The troops exchanged their Secret Father Winterveil gifts around a cozy fire. 
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ziorea · 2 months
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DWC Casualty/flirt
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Why could her mind not settle down to enjoy the show, the same one she saw a year ago.  When she fell in love with the performers and their art.  Tonight, it was just lights and noise.  She was there in body but not in mind.  A year.  It had been a year. 
She had come to flirt, maybe take someone home.  Try on a sexual experience beyond just the nearly nude clothing she wore.  Expectations placed on herself, by herself had been high for tonight.  This was to be the night, she would shred away her lingering nobility.  
Each one of the expectations crumbled as she stared at the stage not even seeing the performance in front of her. 
The vanishing sister,  no communication just gone.  Another had done so, hurt her loved ones.  Fiorenze her name.  Ziorea had witness her come back, friends did seem to love her still.  If she herself was to return home, it would not be the same. 
It would be different for sure, she fled expecting to be chained up and dragged back.  Torture was often treatment for those who misbehaved.  The curse of a Nightfall bloodlines would be bled back into her veins.   Yet no one came for her,  a full year! Not one message from Zion the twin, not one goon of her fathers placing shackles on her wrists.  
Even by now Zion’s kids where walking, his marriage bestowed by their father, cherished by all.  The innocents of them unaware of the plans made behind locked doors.
Yes she missed him, her brother who shared the same childhood but she always be the shadow to his light in their father’s eyes.   Her title was to be used to tie more lines and claim land.  Her body just a factory for a cause. 
She was not another casualty of nobility, a promise she made herself.  She would not be  married for profit and plans of future wars.  
Ziorea was here in front of carefree people.  Who celebrated love and flirting, who teased about relationships and sex.  They did not threaten it to make others stay in line.  She tried to feel safe, to be in the moment. 
Yet all she could see was the shadows closing in.  Why did they not come for it?  Why was she allowed to be so carefree? 
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(Art found here )
Mentions @fio-renze
@daily-writing-challenge
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the-society-circle · 8 months
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The Society Circles First Meet & Greet
At the stroke of seven bells, the entrance to The Society Circle swung open punctually. Within the confines of the prestigious lounge, members and occasional visitors gathered eagerly to engage in the night's markets and convivial mingling. Amidst these gatherings, individuals established connections that had the potential to elevate their ascent within the realm of Azeroth.
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Screenshot the curtesy of Charlotte Fizzle.
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Screenshots a curtsey of Mr. Fiske
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thecastcompany · 4 months
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Here is the January Calendar for the Cast Company! These are all the great events we are hosting! We will be at others for sure as we are in the walls. Yes the walls.
We have a few events that have sign ups if you want to come and be apart of a Cast Company Event! We love see friendly new and old faces in the community at our gigs!
Events that need Sign Ups
**Jan 13th Orc & Human Culture Festival **from 8pm - 11:30pm MG / 6pm - 9:30pm WRA // We are seeking vendors, performers and people to sign up for the orc wrestling and human fashion contest!
Jan 17th - Guild Recruitment Drive in Stormwind on Moonguard from 8pm - 10:30pm MG for Mercenary / Military Guilds // We are seeking more military / mercenary guilds to sign up and come recruit! We will have a bard and someone giving out snacks and hey you can get new members!
Jan 20th - Wings n Metal Anniversary Event from 7pm - 10:30pm MG / 5pm - 8:30pm WRA // We are seeking rock n roll and heavy metal singers to come rock face!
Want to sign up for any of those events? Then join our discord to get deets and murlocs! https://discord.gg/r6Yxkk9W74
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starnyxia · 1 year
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i am not good at this yet... floof dragon
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thecloudcitymarket · 1 year
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CCM - May 10th, 2023
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Below are the list of vendors this week!
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Sunrise Lattes - Caythaes Mekandawn MENU
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Glamrock Fashions - Jazzy S. Glamrock of the Cast Company Collective MENU
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Constellation Canvas - Celeste Runewhisper MENU
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The Azure Star - Saeni Silverbell MENU
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electricelunite · 7 months
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Conversations with myself.
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martyrette · 9 months
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❥‎‧₊˚✧[ Sylmae Iandove ]✧˚₊‧❥
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My mute Quel'dorei priestess. Sylmae's noble house is known for herding and breaking in Unicorns that the elfin folk ride. However, she's basically been kicked out because most of her house is Blood Elves now.
POV: You try to talk politics with your family over dinner and they push you out a window and disable you in the process.
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wildname · 1 year
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Should I make a LFC sheet together for my dracthyr? I've been feeling really motivated to play him lately and I've honestly been a little obsessed with potential dracthyr story coming from the expansion
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xsweetlynx · 1 year
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Gnome commission for BeingRed1
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keladryhawklight · 1 year
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We're Taking the Brightmaul to Grafenwohr!
21 Oct 632
Although it was midday in Westfall, the skies were a dark, stormy gray as a rainstorm prepared to blow over the hills. Sat in the great hall of Hawklight before a fire, Kel lay on a couch with one of the newer medical texts open on her chest. It happened to be a summarization of all of the newest surgical procedures that had been adapted following the conclusion of the Alliance mission in the Shadowlands; all the surgical intricacies found across the plane had been combined into one precise volume of knowledge that could be applied to those who were living beings on Azeroth. To most, it was an incredibly boring repertoire. To her, it was knowledge that could one day save a life. Who knew? Some of the procedures had come in handy while they had been in the Shadowlands those years ago.
A soft whirring just behind the couch reached her ears. It was not a noise that originated from Duke or Yenafur. It was different. More.. energetic.
Please Light, do not be another hit squad, she prayed silently. She half-curled upwards, peeking over the couch to see what could possibly be interrupting her afternoon.
Magical runes seemed to write themselves into the air in seconds before a portal opened into her living room. From within it, a hand reached out and grabbed her by the collar. She had the all of about a half-second before a voice reached her ears. “You’re coming with me,” it clipped as it dragged her towards the portal.  Her book hit the floor with a dull thud, startling Yenafur who had been curled by the fire. A dark snarl filled the room, as she went head over couch, hit the floor and was dragged towards the portal. She struggled against the hand, holding onto the couch leg for dear life.
“We’re going to Grafenwohr!” the voice bellowed out into the house.
She paused, ceasing her struggles against the portals grasp. Grafenwohr? It’s taking me to Grafenwohr?
“I’m taking you to Grafenwohr,” the portal reiterated. “Let go of the damn couch. It’s not coming with us.”
(( @tobiasfarnal ))
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the-fortyseventh · 2 years
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AAR - 19 AUG 629
AAR - 19 AUGUST 629 
Elements from the 47th under the command of Captain Sparrowind reported to Westbrook Garrison in Elwynn Forest to assist in locating a missing wagon of supplies from Westfall.  The company  was comprised of Captain Sparrowind, Knight Brightmaul, Master Sergeant Goldmane, Private Cor'ahni, and Recruits L'angelle, Josephson, and Sutherland.
While searching for clues, Sergeant Goldmane spotted the wreckage of the wagon along the bank of the river that separates the regions of Elywnn and Westfall.  Further into the woods were spotted a band of Gnolls, lead by a particularly large specimen.  It appeared that the Gnolls were in the process of lugging the crates of supplies from the wagon back to their den. 
We were able to sneak up upon the Gnolls and with our opening salvo, felled several of the beasts.  Recruit L'anglle utilized a magical protection field to offer Recruit Josephson and myself some safety as the Gnolls pressed their attack. 
Recruit Josephson sustained critical injuries in his fight against the Gnolls, and Recruit L'angelle and myself sustained several injuries.  During the fighting a trio of Kobolds attempted to sneak into the AO to liberate the supplies, but were frightened off by Master Sergeant Goldmane.  Eventually, we routed the Gnolls and Recruit L'angelle was able to teleport us, and the supplies, to Stormwind.  I submit this AAR from the infirmary where I am having my own wounds from the battle attended to.
For injuries sustained while in service to the Crown, I hereby recommend Recruits Josephson and L'angelle for the King's Cross. 
R/S KNT 
S. Brightmaul  1A1
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shandaumath · 1 year
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When the Spark has Faded, Part II
((Continuation from Part I - Honored to have written this piece with @prismspark))
Vynlorin didn't register it for a time. The sound of his own grief resounding in his skull throbbed so loudly and so uncontrollably that he had been trying with great desperation to keep strong for Kessanella. But when her silence and stillness fell for too long, he thought she might have fallen asleep; and then he looked at her, at Martinenche, and the weight of her stillness set in. And the weight of his grief began to burst. 
All at once his face twisted fully, and his hand consumed it while his shoulders rocked through the tears. He gripped her hand so desperately as if to keep the bishop here in this world beside him, as if he was misunderstanding and she might wake up soon; but she wouldn't, and the elf was left alone beside her.
Martinenche turned as she heard the sudden outburst...And worry filled her expression. She took a few steps over. "Baron Dreadmist, is..." A pause, a glance down. Her expression looked as if it were suddenly hit by a thunderbolt. A moment's silence, before it sounded - like a car backfiring as she choked out a wretched sob. "Mother..." She dropped to her knees, reaching for Kessa's other hand, joining Vynlorin in furious squeezing. But it was no good - and no use. Bishop Prismspark would not darken the halls of the House of Nobles again. 
Martinenche herself found herself unable to find her composure for a time, head resting against the Bishop's knee. Finally though she pulled her head up, she stared at Vynlorin, pleadingly. "I..." She couldn't find the words, but her gaze was...grateful. A final moment in peace - it was more than most could ask for. She gave up tryin to find words after a minute, and slowly rose to her feet. "I can...I can tend to thing---To her. I..." She gave up trying to speak then, still holding onto Kessa's hand, hoping her point made.
Vynlorin barely heard the words. His sobbing resounded in his skull, and it stirred a terrible grief that he hadn't felt for a very long time. It dragged him into a deep and terrible loneliness, and for a while he sat alone in that darkness while still clinging to the gnome beside him. 
He suffocated under the words that he had hoped to say to the bishop who had meant so much to him, more than perhaps even she knew, but he couldn't say them when she was alive and now they were a chain upon his neck that strangled him with grief and sorrow. 
He wanted to flee and he wanted to remain, and finally he knew he should answer Martinenche -- first with small but wild nods, and then with words that fluctuated and cracked. "If you need anything--" A sniff, eyes raw and fluttering. "Tell me. Anything.”
Martinenche's jaw was tightly bound by iron at this moment - for anything other would break and cause the flood of tears to begin. She simply nodded her head when he gave the same to her, happy to avoid words. But then, the question. It let loose then, a puff of air, a gasping exhale as she sobbed. "She's...I...What do I do now? How do I - how will I..." She was left there, trembling - about to fall once more. "I...I can't bring her to her bed. I..." She looked at him, imploringly. "...Please. I...."
Vynlorin shoved his palm again and again to his eyes, and it was in Martinenche's weakness that he found some strength -- the strength to be strong for another. Though it was only a brief, fleeting thing, it was enough, and he nodded until the tears slowed enough for him to see. "Where?" Yet his hand still remained, firm against Kessanella's which began to grow cold. He wouldn't release it until the very end, whenever he might be forced.
Martinenche took another few moments to compose herself, soon releasing Kessa's hand. "I...The second floor of the apartments. Her bed. You'll...There are dumplings there I...Last night she mentioned, and I was going...I was...They were..." She slumped down to the seat burying her face into the palms of her hands, and losing herself in sobs.
Rubbing his eyes, it was almost a calming remedy at this point. He rubbed at them again and again, eyes red and tender from the cloth scraping against them over and over. Then he nodded, sniffed, and slowly, slowly, carefully moved to his feet; and the fear of disrespecting Kessanella set in. The grief, the guilt. As if asking for her permission he looked at her, and then finally his hand released hers and moved to her back with an arm under her legs. 
He sought to lift her frail and fragile form, and the weight of it tugged again against his heart. He wasn't a strong man, but she was such a tiny thing that he had no issue with it, and it broke him.
Kessanella Prismspark was indeed easy to lift up. By now she was as light as a feather, frail - nearly broken. Upwards she was taken - a woman who had held such weight...Now in death had so very little of it. She was there, in his arms. And together they began their last journey.
It was always a curiosity, wondering what someone of stature would keep as their last words. Those final ones would practically ring out then with each step. "You're not broken...You just need a little bit of polish." 
And with that, the journey was complete.
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the-society-circle · 3 months
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Love is in the Air (2024)
Get ready for a love-filled extravaganza as The Society Circle rolls out the red carpet for the Love is in the Air celebration! Dive into the heart of the night with some speedy matchmaking at our exciting Speed Dating session, perfect for those in search of that special someone. But wait, there's more magic in the air—brace yourselves for the Date Night Package Auction! We've got these incredible, specially curated romantic date night packages up for grabs, and you won't want to miss the chance to bid on these enchanting experiences. It's all happening, and it's all about celebrating love in style!
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If you wish to sign up for our Speed Dating event or see what Date Night Packages will be auctioned off. Please head to your Discord Server.
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thecastcompany · 8 months
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Cast Company Summer Memories
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Here are the Summer Memories of Cast Company between the months of June and July!
We kick off the summer with a Pride Party! We hosted a Pride Party and asked folks to dress up in their best Pride Outfits!
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Blix over here supporting the Lesbian Flag!
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Quin supporting Cast Pride and Bisexual Pride! @toomany-elves
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We did a Lakeshire Market in the Summer ( During that Treasure Goblin Phase Fiasco ) and we challenged our folks to bring quest to the market or take a picture by the water! And here is our lovely pictures of folks posing by water!
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THEN THE THOUSAND BOAT BASH BEGINS! AND WE SAID SHARE YOUR BOATS!
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This was also how we found out.....the boats were racial.
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We Attended the Tiragarde Trot and asked our guildees to get on horse mounts and take a picture!
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We then head out to Booty Bay for the 4th of July!
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And we hung out, played games, chatted, and watched fireworks while listening to Classic Rock together!
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We then had Club Cast Faction Packed Night and asked our guildees to represent there favorite factions!
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We hosted a Culture Cache where we tasked our members to wear the clothing of their respected cultures!
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continue to part 2! in another post!
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starnyxia · 11 months
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and right when i’m feelin like my blood is drained
she calls it a game
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