Archive For The “Threnn” Category
It’s been quiet on WTTRP for a while now. All three of us are busy with an number of projects. Yva even suspended her account… And We all know RP is dead anyway. And here is the final nail in the WoW Coffin. I’ve deleted Bricu from Feathermoon and moved him, and as much of [...]
Neither Bricu, nor Threnn, have Antisocial Personality Disorder. While Bricu might score as high on the checklist, he has far too many protective factors to have high levels of psychopathy. Threnn’s scores would be, at best, average. Regardless of their scores, Harvest Ball is a newish story from the early days of their relationship. They’ve [...]
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 story of how Threnn prepared for the fight against Arthas and the Lich King “I need you to hold onto this for me.” Threnn slid the box across the counter and watched the Bells’ eyebrows raise. Robert picked it up and rubbed his thumb across the smooth-polished surface. “This is one of ours, Threnny.” [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
It is nearly six-thirty. Threnn has been in labor since just before noon. Present in the room are the Bittertongues, Annalea, Haemon, Fells and Tarquin. Visitors and well-wishers have been banished to the Rose’s common room for several hours now. Thenia al’Cair was an exception, but as time has gone on, the woman has grown [...]
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 [...]
Today is Naiara Bittertongue’s Birthday. I don’t think its funny to celebrate the birthday of a fictional character, especially when this particular fictional character is the result of so many fantastic stories. So, in honor of those fantastic stories–and my brilliant RP partner Threnn–I’m sharing the stories and cleaned up chat logs from that night. [...]
~Late fall~ Bricu’s flannel-lined denim and thick wool sweater were a different set of armor for a different sort of job. Instead of a sword or an axe, his weapons of choice were two large wicker baskets. One was suitable for a large number of late season apples, the other hefty enough to carry branches [...]
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