Reign RP- Act 3: Matters of ImportanceReign RP- Act 3: Matters of Importance by Y0urgirlfriend
Act3: Matters of Importance
Tsucarru paced back and forth in the room she had tendered from the Inn keeper in Silvermoon. She needed a moment to think, to decide, to focus. The past few days had been hard and things were coming to a head faster than she could unravel them herself. Her former employer was causing all kinds of mayhem and it was obvious now that she would not be able to stop him alone, but she had little bridges left as she had burned almost all of them. She had tried to kill him herself only for him to escape while casting a hex on her, limiting her time to fight. She had tried to enlist in the aid of Lord Raithios and his clan, but he did not take to her cause as quickly as she hoped. He instead focused on his own family, his Saorei.
The thoughts did nothing but bring her rage boiling to the surface, in a fit of rage she swung her arm throwing 6 of her concealed knives out and across the room, each planting itself in the walls of the room. Two in the headboard. One in a
Reign RP - Act 5: Obligation or Interest?Reign RP - Act 5: Obligation or Interest? by Y0urgirlfriend
Act 5: Obligation or Interest?
The hearthstone had brought Alexandros and Shecarru to the Shrine of two moons. As they arrived, Alexandros felt weight on his arm as he looked to find Shecarru almost unconscious again. The relocation has taken more out of her than she had to give. He said nothing and placed his stone into his satchel. Using both hands he picked her up and carried her to the sleeping quarters of the Inn.
A Pandarian female in pink kimono rushed to him as he carried her through the groups of people checking in and signing their names in the Inns directory.
“Oh sir, we have your quarters ready,” she spoke to him as she gestured for him to continue to the back of the inn.
Alexandros was more than a regular here and often helped to keep the piece in the place. Even more so was able to provide lite entertainment when he composed some nights. In turn, a proper place to bathe and relax was ready for him whenever he dropped by.
“Your usual spot Sir. The bath is
The Mystery of Mr.Wryne (WoW)Who was Mr. Jackson Wryne? All you could see on the outside was an anxious entrepreneur in the city of Gilneas.. After the curse. His strange actions and constant growling and sniffing led to seeing visions of an upright feral creature wandering the streets of Gilneas deep in the night, with him waking up to find that his clothes had been shredded. Claims around the street that there had been murders led to more people being seen with deep claw marks down their backs.The Mystery of Mr.Wryne (WoW) by FelineRecluse
With much concern of the Gilnean people, and more of these feral nightmares wandering around the streets at night. People who claimed to wake up in places other than their bed with their clothing shredded were taken into question.
They were finally confirmed as the 'damned.'
Of these people, Mr. Wryne was the first that was confirmed as a member of the damned.
Every full moon, ordered by Lord Godfrey, would be locked in a cellar, 'The cellar of the damned.' With them in shackles, and Mr.Wryne himself in a cage. But,
Gift to RememberValéria stared with wide-eyed excitement at the assortment of shiny, sparkling things on the smooth, polished stone surface of one of the work tables in the large study. There were things that glowed, things that glittered, things that were so pretty she could barely stop herself from reaching out and touching them! But she couldn't touch them, no, no, no. That would get her in trouble, and she really didn't want to get in trouble and be left out of what the arcanist was planning.Gift to Remember by AranyaVerSarn
"It looks like everything's here," murmured Aranya, surveying the materials that were laid out on the table. She lightly ran her fingertips over some bottles of shimmering dust, some pieces of parchment, a small assortment of runed objects, and even a few flowers and bits of cloth. She turned to her right to look down at the little elf-girl with a smile. "Are you ready?"
Valéria nodded enthusiastically, beaming.
Aranya picked up a single firebloom from where it lay
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