Archive For The “Fiction” Category
The story so far: After the debacle at Wrathgate, and the youngsters of Old Town turned a game of Orcs and Humans into Riders and Watch, SI:7 took an opportunity to crush Tarquin Ap Danwyrth’s mostly civilized bastards out. They did so by putting the squeeze on the Riders and their allies, going so far [...]
One week ago, we debuted part 1. Today we conclude with part 2 of Forgery Pomeroy walked his rounds, following the imaginary groove he cut into Stormwind’s cobble stone streets. His familiar pattern did not bring him an ounce of comfort. Thoughts–terrible thoughts–racedthrough his mind. Bricu was insufferable now. To have to…. Edgar shook his [...]
((A precursor to Jak Balthasar and Yva Darrows leaving for the Icecrown battle.)) “I can’t find my fucking shoes, Jakob.” “Yva, the lich king doesn’t give a horses’s arse what shoes you’re wearing. JUST PUT SOMETHING ON.” She stormed past him – tried to shoulder past him, really, but that failed spectacularly considering how large [...]
Speaking of Naiara, there’s been some chatter about “What the Rider children would be like when they’re older.” This is a story about Niall Balthasar talking with Naiara Bittertongue. ***** There was a thud as the boots hit the floor behind him. He was in the sixth row, hidden behind books stacked nearly to the [...]
Naiara Bittertongue exists as a series of emotes, drawings and exquisitely timed phonetically spelled swear words. She doesn’t have a class. She has no profession. She does not even have an avatar. She does, however, consume a significant amount of RP. In return, she generates more than her fair share of Bricu/Threnn stories, ideas and [...]
((Some language may not be suitable for all audiences. AKA, Seylon talks like a trucker. Prolly NSFW.)) Can be tough bein’ me, though folk ain’t gonna believe it none. Gorgeous, tough, got two beautiful kids an’ a tongue that can talk sweet an’ sour at th’drop of a hat. Tongue can do other shit, too, [...]
At just after midnight, the door started opening and closing with unsettling rapidity. The hooded elfwoman who’d arrived during the labor was first, slipping out the back steps with nary a glimpse. Then the “midwife,” such as he was, with an unsettling sort of bundle in his arms, going straight to the washroom with a [...]
The Panther and the Fox Very little moonlight reached the foorest floor, but it was more than enough for the panther stalking his prey. Each of his senses were attuned for the late night hunt. He followed his prey’s frightened, erratic tracks through the forest floor. He smelled the fear left behind in each paw [...]
Welcome to the penultimate installment in Wrathgate Wednesday. As the Riders have scattered to the four winds, Bricu and Varenna work to keep one of their own from committing suicide by scourge… Lady Varenna Sungale by *JRinaldi on deviantART Varenna raised her shield and blocked both of Illithias’ slashes. “Il-Illithias! Stop!” Varenna shouted at her. [...]
((Something a little light-hearted for you lot. Enjoy!)) She didn’t insult him with a key. The unfortunate part of it was, The Hero’s Welcome had recently changed its locks, taking the profits they were raking in from an influx of adventurers (and perhaps thanks in no small part to an increase in patronage by the [...]
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