The Kidnapped Blood Elf (1)Celleane – the Blood Elf (1)The Kidnapped Blood Elf (1)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The beautiful Eversong priestess had finished bathing, and getting dressed. It was hot, lazy day for rest and relaxation. She had a peach skin tone, and clear skin, and blonde, hair that ran down over her shoulders. Her ears were devloped, and her chest was well developed. She wore a khacki shirt, that covered her chest, but revealed her torso and shoulders, with straps connected to her slender, curvy arms, in addition to her green shorts, which fit snug around her thighs and reached just above her knees. This was one of the most beautiful women in the blood elf race, and her name was Celleane. She had finished brushing her hair, and went across her room.
It's a very beautiful day, the young priestess thought. She was wealthy, the heiress to her family fortune. She resided in an estate on a hill, surrounded by many trees of fiery red and golden yellow. Her room was on the top floor of the h
Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Graven One.
By The Purple Man.
The Graven one is an necromancer class in itself, yet one of structures that goes beyond the scourge and normal thoughts.
FIRST OF ALL!
Graven ones are first living and turn Undead in the end of their power.
Also think first this class is an prestige class and you will most likely be hated and called names for playing it.
* Eyes: The graven ones eyes are often an white or black colour without a glow just a simple shimmering wet white or black colour.
* Skin: The skin of an graven one is pale, sometimes sickly coloured and thin to nearly see through it.
* Other: A Graven one does NOT carry fangs or any other kind of misfit features, they are UNDEAD normal HUMANOIDS.
* Note: A Graven one do not grow anything extra, they lose weight, and muscles as they grow to the undeath of their own race slowly.
* Cloths: Often a black or gray suit of robes unless they summon their plate set of shadows and bones.
Tumblr Short - Counting CaloriesPrince Anduin Wrynn had a sweet tooth. A rather large one at that. His father never really gave him any sweets growing up so when they were offered to him he turned into a starving wolf - devouring his favorites until his stomch started to ache.Tumblr Short - Counting Calories2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Love is in the Air festival was soon and swooning, adolescent women were already strolling past him with heavenly perfume or offering him cute little charm bracelets. Anduin let out a sign and propped his leg up on a stool offered to him and leaned his cane against the table. The ride to the Tavern of the Mists was hard on the young prince.
Wrathion, known to many as the Black Prince, appeared from the curtain and secluded the two princes from the rest of the crowd. Wrathion smirked. “For you, young prince. I learned about your sweet tooth and got you these.” He pulled a box of candy out from behind his back.
Anduin had enough trust in Wrathion that he wasn’t going to poison him so he pulled the lid off and popped a p
Ch 7: Bleed: Part II of IIIThe next part, also SFW!Ch 7: Bleed: Part II of III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once he heard Yarifeth say there was something she needed to 'discuss' with him, Koshei could sense a sinking feeling in his gut. She knew, didn't she? As she led him away from the house, he tried to prepare an explanation in his head. How could he possibly re-tell what had happened in a sensible way?
"I'm sorry that I couldn't say good-bye to you in person," he answered. It felt strange to speak in Thalassian. The language felt stale on his tongue. "And if I upset him "
Upset? Had Koshei really been so troublesome for him that he was still bothered, even after all this time? Or was it possible that Jin was thinking about him, and missing him ?
'Stop that,' he thought to himself. 'Why do you want to feel let down yet again? As if the first time just weren't enough?'
"It didn't work out," he finally admitted. "Though I was hoping it would."
He was quite subdued as he spoke, avoiding eye contact and occasionall
Chapter 1: Appearances Part II of II"So you admit he's back to-" Leander started, but it was Koshei's turn to shoot him a look. The paladin quieted back down, though he did so rather unhappily. He wondered if the mage was ever going to get past the 'introductions' and ask her any real questions. This was a colossal waste of time.Chapter 1: Appearances Part II of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There is a belief that he is connected with the disappearance of specific corpses and prisoners. Possibly for the use of blood magic."
Koshei was careful to stress the word 'belief,' trying to get across to her that they didn't have any actual proof and it was only speculation. Hopefully she would continue to firmly deny the accusations. Honestly, Koshei didn't even care if they were true or not. It was their own business.
"Would you be willing to clear up any of these incidents?"
"Yes, he's back to his voodoo practice," Yarifeth snapped back. There was no secret in that. They had been performing services openly as of late. The accepted ones, at least. "Is that illegal? Shall we go over to the
The Worthy Mr. BigglesworthHe floated above the ravaged ground, the troops of death tailing directly after. Destruction, decay, all was broken and destroyed in Stratholme. Kel'thuzad looked at the ravaged ruins with glee. Of course this would be more than the perfect place to put Naxxramas.The Worthy Mr. Bigglesworth5 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Halt. Begin summoning the ziggurats immediately. I want the necropolis raised by today's end."
The multitude of cultists that had followed him departed, followed and guarded by the legions of pestilent monstrosities to guard them in their task. Kel'thuzad, the Archlich of the Scourge, was now alone. He had nothing to do but wait until Naxxramas became operational.
Kel'thuzad let out a sigh as he once again passed his malevolent gaze over the broken remnants. Of course the town never got the chance to rebuild and it had been one of the Scourge's centers of operation for some time, but after Prince Arthas had gone to help his master and then fused with him, the need to strengthen the Scourge's defenses had become necessary. Ke
Ch 4: AcceptanceThis one is only one part! Also, it's safe for work and mostly just full of derps. -JisukCh 4: Acceptance3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's slightly plot significant, but mostly it's just us fooling around and relaxing with a "slice of life" type of RP session So I dunno, it may bore you, it may not! -Yapi
Meiles leaned on Jin'thekk's door frame, smoking his thin, long handled pipe as he stared at his son who was working on his crafting at a highly accelerated speed. He knew what it meant the boy was working through an emotion.
"So wat ye cryin' about now?" the older troll asked, taking a puff.
"Get yer ugly face off me doorway, old man," came the reply. "Ye be blockin' me sun."
Meiles snorted and walked away to smoke on his side of the porch. It was as much fathering as he knew to do.
Jin'thekk whittled away the the grimacing idol that stood at half his size. He paused for a moment, and saw those angry eyes looking straight at him. Immediately he remembered the stern look his
Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of IIOrgrimmar was hot. Well, it was always rather warm, even in the winter. Something about this day, however, was especially stifling. Perhaps it was this assignment to track down and investigate a pair who had supposedly been practicing an outlawed sort of voodoo. Apparently it involved using blood. Every source, however, had been an Alliance corpse. Koshei could see nothing objectionable about this. A dead Ally was lucky it wasn't torn apart by wild boars. What did they care what the bodies were used for?Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 'mission,' however, was not the largest thorn in the elf's side. Slowly, Koshei glanced over at the paladin standing next to him. Leander.
"Looks like they finally split up. She's heading down the drag probably towards the Valley of Wisdom," Leander observed, shielding his eyes with a hand. "Unless you'd rather go after that monster of a troll."
The paladin grinned, elbowing him in the side. Koshei struggled to keep from rolling his eyes. Leander was his superior by tw
Slow Dancing in the Rain It had only been a few moments since her step-brother, Prince Anduin, was married. Catriah Renn sat in the last pew her hands folded in her lap with her head back in deep thought as her family filed past her. A strong hand groped her shoulder. Catriah opened one eye and sighed, closing it. "What do you want, Dad?"Slow Dancing in the Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her step-father, Varian Wrynn, gave her shoulder a gentle squeaze. "Things will go back to normal. Maybe having Raiven around will be a good influence for you to be more.... lady like." He gave a nervous half-smile.
Catriah sighed. "Maybe. At least she's not as annoying as she was."
Varian patted her back. "We'll be back at the Keep when you decide to come home," he kissed her forehead and left when one of his little daughters, Tiffin, started to pull at his hand.
Catriah chuckled. Without knowing it, she dozed off.
She starled when the hourly bell tolled in the Cathedral. Catriah sat up and rubbed her eyes. Luckily the grandfather clock nearby said th
Holding Onto Heaven Varian opened his eyes again and attempted a smile. "No. It is I who am sorry... for not seeing earlier what you are.... what you have always been. I'm so proud.... that you are my son." Varian reached up with his bloody hand and touched his son's face, leaving a bloody smear. "Do not mourn for me. This has always been my fate.... don't let it be yours." With that, Varian's arm and body fell limp.Holding Onto Heaven3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fallen king was enveloped in darkness. He felt no more pain, no more sadness, no more.... anything. The only thing he could feel was something warm and comforting. A faint glow of light gripped his soul and Varian felt himself surge forward.
Something bright was shining in Varian's eyes. He tried to turn his head, but it was futile.
Open your eyes... a voice called to him from far away.
Varian's eyes fluttered as he looked around his
Ch 10: Belong: Part I of IIDrama warning! Oh the drama!Ch 10: Belong: Part I of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jin'thekk sighed happily as he exhaled smoke, sitting on his usual perch on the porch railing. He'd just been in such a good mood the past few days, having Koshei around. He tried not to think too much about it, and forbade himself from admitting that he wished Koshei would stay forever. He just took each day as it came, and each day had been quite happy lately.
He watched as his father finally put out his pipe and carried Yarifeth inside. Taking that as his cue to leave, he hopped down from the railing and put his hand on Koshei's shoulder.
"Come, lessgo somewhere nice tonight," he invited. It was a perfect night with a clear sky and a bright moon, and a myriad of stars twinkled in every corner of the sky. He kept his hand on Koshei the entire time, until they reached the docks and he pulled out his carved boat and pushed it into the water.
He took Koshei by the hand to help him in, then stepped in himself, rowing them
Ch 7: Bleed: Part I of IIIOh gosh, it looked as if some of you thought that was the end of this story. Well, it's not! There's still a lot more smut -er- plot ahead! This one is SFW, unless you count semi-violent fighting. All of these logs can be found in order on the master list. -JisukCh 7: Bleed: Part I of III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And oh yeah, I don't think we really made it clear in the log, but this takes place a few weeks after the last log! -Yapi
"I've got a lot of silver against you, troll!"
"Yeah, well I've got gold on you, don't let me down!"
"Smash him good! We want a good show over here!"
Jeers, cheers, and all sorts of yells filled the air around Jin'thekk. From the corner of his eye there were dots of green, blue, brown, purple, and every other pigment there was to all the races gathered around him and his next opponent.
"I'll tear those limbs and feed them to you," taunted the large black tauren standing before him.
Jin'thekk brought up a finger to rub his nose and cocked his head to the sid
Chapter 2: Bridge: Part I of IITanarisChapter 2: Bridge: Part I of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Koshei should have known better than to go off alone. Nothing good ever came of it. But it was inevitable heartache was a tradition in his life. It was something he couldn't escape, no matter how hard he tried, or how strongly he loved. The desert at night was quiet, empty, and beautiful. Arcs of sand grazed from the tops of dunes as the wind sighed over them. In the far distance, he could see the lights of Gadgetzan. The elf was sitting on a pile of bones, ancient and chalk white as they jutted out of the sand. He was silent as he watched the moon, its light bathing the desert below. For being one of a race of sun-worshippers, he certainly didn't enjoy the daytime as much as he should have. At the moment he was fine being alone, just thinking.
The problem was he wasn't alone. The desert didn't have many places to hide, but the trio of Alliance scouts managed somehow. They'd been observing him for a while, confirming that he was indeed a Horde soldier, and he
Chapter 2: Bridge: Part II of IIAside from the occasional gust of wind or distant howl of wildlife, the desert was more-or-less quiet. So of course the sounds of gourds and glass accompanied by a steady, ominous rattle was something that drew the attention of all three men. They didn't see him at first, but his visage soon because clear as it was surrounded by writhing, glowing spirits. The rhythm was eerie, and initially they weren't sure if they were staring at a real man, or a ghost. But then, ghosts didn't drink potions or talk. The troll's voice seemed to snap them out of their stupor, and the trio snatched up their weapons with a battle cry to rush out and 'meet' the newcomer. The hot dagger was left forgotten on the sand at the mage's feet.Chapter 2: Bridge: Part II of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Koshei, meanwhile, couldn't help but stare as well. He wasn't a stranger to witch doctors or their way of doing spells, but he had never seen blood magic before. It was really quite fascinating. To those that knew him, the mage's curiosity was nothing new. He liked t
Ch 6: MorningThis is a short one so it's all in one post! Also, it's SFW. All of these logs can be found in order on the master list! - JisukCh 6: Morning3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Koshei awoke to the sound of birds, surrounded by warmth. His first, strongest thought was to immediately go back to sleep. His entire body ached and he couldn't remember ever being so comfortable before, not even in his magnificent bed back in Dalaran. Had last night actually happened, or had it been some kind of cruel, teasing dream? No, that ache in his body wasn't from battle. It was definitely evidence that it had indeed been real. His muscles protested with painful throbs at even slight movements, yet he still felt perfectly contented.
His eyes flickered up, taking in the sight of the body that was pressed so perfectly against his own. He felt the steady rise and fall of Jin'thekk's chest and the slight rumbling sound deep inside as he inhaled.
His eyes closed again and he slid his arm over Jin's side, holding him ev
A Way to Put Tiffin Wrynn In-Game-Somewhere in Pandaria-A Way to Put Tiffin Wrynn In-Game3 years ago in Drama More Like This
*A massive battle has happened between the Horde and Alliance, Varian is knocked unconscious and the battered Prince Anduin is left alone with Garrosh*
Garrosh: *Gorehowl is gleaming with blood* So, this is where the heir of the Alliance shall die with his father.... pathetic.
Anduin: *tries to get to his feet, but his stepped on by Garrosh to hold him in place*
Garrosh: Daddy would be so displeased that his only son failed like a weakling in combat.
Anduin: *grunts in pain* Will my death really satisfy you? All you'll accomplish his making my father and Aunt Jaina more angry... and you thought the aggression was horrible before. *cranes his neck to look at Garrosh* One may no longer be here in the living realm, not physically at least, but their influence will still be here.
Garrosh: Enought, Wrynn whelping! *swings Gorehowl towards the ground*
*Gorehowl snags on something invisible*
Garrosh: *at first looks around for Varian, but he's still laying unconscious
Ch 3: The Good Son: Part I of IIIPart I of III. This is where the story sort of departs from Yarifeth and Meiles and takes a big screeching turn into Gaysville. If you are not into male/male pairings we would suggest reading no further. This post is safe for work, but the next one will not be. You have been warned.Ch 3: The Good Son: Part I of III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The world was still washed in blue as the sun began to peek into the horizon when Jin'thekk stepped out onto the porch. His torso was bare and he wore a stitched kilt that only went down to his knees as it seemed like it was only going to get warmer as the morning progressed. With half-open eyes, he waited for the sleepiness to drift away, listening to the sounds that welcomed the barely risen sun: the birds chirping, the leaves rustling, and from the other side of wall of the home adjacent to his the sound of Meiles' snoring.
Fucker be home, already? he thought to himself. Last night he went off to smoke in the trees to avoid being on the other side of the wall w
Warcraft Chatroom: Part 6Warcraft Chatroom: Part 64 years ago in Comedy More Like This
RukitheHunter: VARIAN! Why did it take me putting in 50 different passwards in order to log in?!
StormwindLion: ... I don't want that "zafara1222" back in here.
RukitheHunter: I think you've lost it this time Varian
StormwindLion: You can't lose something you don't have dear.
WrynnJr has logged on.
WrynnJr: What's whith the passwords?
StormwindLion: Son, someone was watching us... we need to be prepared.
DeathKnightLOL has logged on.
WrynnJr: Uncle... Arthas?
DeathKnightLOL: Lol, it's me alright.
StormwindLion: ... How'd you get past the security?
DeathKnightLOL: Well, I'm dead. My spirit is in the system. It's STUCK!
StormwindLion: Just like that one time with Jaina and the paperclip and chocolate chip icecream?
DeathKnightLOL: ... And the 3 kegs of ale we drank
StormwindLion: Good times...
L.B.t.H - Part 12L.B.t.H - Part 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthas' power waned. Death-Howl and several of his more intelligent comrades could feel it. The Scourge war-machine had found itself back in southern Lorderon.
The mighty worgen trotted beside his "master" like any loyal hound would; the beast lifted up his head and sniffed. His fur bristled as he emitted a low growl.
"Silence, mutt." Arthas snapped. The fallen prince urged Invincible to move forward.
Death-Howl stayed in place, listening to something in the shadows.
"Where is that damn banshee!?" Arthas growled to himself.
Death-Howl's ear twitched. "MASTER!!" the worgen shrieked as he lept off his hind legs and tackled Arthas to the ground. Death-Howl felt the bitter tip of an arrow pierce his back, too close to the spine for comfort, but at least his master was safe.
The Anthro ManifestoI ask that first you check the Authors Comments, as credit must be given whence due.The Anthro Manifesto8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The furry stylization of art, as we all have so dubbed it, has for longer around been than most recognize. Americas most beloved cartoon character, Bugs Bunny, is a prime example of the anthropomorphic style. The addition of such bodily parts as the tail, large ears, whiskers, and fur allow levels of expression unmatched by other methods. Much potential lies with the anthro style, and as of yet weve but scratched the surface of what can be achieved. Very saddening, it is, to see such potential squandered. Practitioners and fans alike of this style are discriminated against- the reasoning behind this being works of a pornographic nature classified similarly. Furry pornography is what is most seen by the non-fan base, and by such fans and practitioners are oft slandered as perverts. Yiff, as it is called, dominates the anthropomorphic genre. Abjection ruling, the
Ch 9: For You: Part II of IIThe second half of that fluffy Koshei and Yarifeth adventure. Spoiler: It ends in food. -JisukCh 9: For You: Part II of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once outside the tower, it became clear that the elf had lived there for a long time. He knew every which way to turn and received the occasional nod or wave from other mages and Sunreavers. The Allies, however, ignored him, which he was grateful for. It didn't take long for them to find the market, and he pulled the list out and read it with scrutiny.
"Oregano, cumin, curry powder, olive oil " he began, wondering which stall he should approach first. It had been a long time since he'd cooked such a large meal.
Yarifeth giggled giddily at Koshei's compliment. She herself felt pretty, with an elegant robe and smelling so sweet.
She tried her best not to look so awed as Koshei led her through, giving and receiving greetings from people who would never in a million years take the time to even look at her. When they reached the market, however, she couldn't con
a tugging sensationAnders stared up at torn tapestries that hung lifelessly above him- strung up from the rafters of his darktown clinic long before he had arrived to claim the space. Idly he began to imagine what the worn pieces of fabric looked like from above. The thick dust which must have collected. Dirt and filth, possibly dead bugs or even dead rats. Mummified from years of rotting- perhaps that explained the deep, greasy looking stains?a tugging sensation4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The wooden cot protested as the mage lurched to his side, his face twisted into a disgusted scowl. Perhaps it best he not wonder about such things, lest he lose more precious sleep over it.
Sleep that he was currently unable to attain.
Air huffed as it escaped the mans nose- the cot creaking again as arms positioned themselves under his strawberry blond head, cradling a worn pillow. Rest was never this hard to come by until very recently. Until the arrival of Fenris.
A flush of color foun
Bare BonesGarcelle Mackandal regarded the approaching figure with disdainful scrutiny. Her two year old daughter Evelyn did not notice the woman. She leaned forward in her mother’s arms, pudgy hands grasping for the palm fronds that waved over the sparkling ocean.Bare Bones2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The woman shuffled closer, moving in a straight line beside the sidewalk, as if focused on following the white stripe painted on the side of the road. She moved with the hunched posture of a person many decades older than her youthful face suggested her to be. Her skin was an unhealthy ashen brown, and her eyes were glassy. A bag of groceries swayed from one clenched hand.
Garcelle rocked the child and spoke to her. “Do you see, my sweet?” she said in a playful tone. “This is what happens when you only do the bare bones of a spell. No respect for the craft. Disgraceful.”
The girl looked up at her, and then returned her attention to the emerald shapes swishing overhead.
Garcelle walked beside the slow woman
Collector's ItemHe had once been a promising member of the black dragonflight. They said he was destined for greatness, that even the great Deathwing would be impressed by his talents. He had helped to raze cities to the ground, had assisted in the deaths of near thousands, and what was he reduced to?Collector's Item4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A mount. Nothing more than some vanity item for some idiotic human mage. She had screeched when she had recieved him, unknowingly taking away his life and his ambitions. As soon as they had fastened the saddle on his back and the reigns on his maw, he knew that his once-admirerers would be howling with laughter at his plight. It wasn't made any better by the fact that the saddle hurt when they put it on, causing him to let out a low groan of pain. The humans had laughed at him, of course - black dragons were never any mortal's favorite, and to put one through such agony was like giving a child candy.
"Oh!" Her face had literally lit up when she saw him bound with leather reigns and leashes,