Posts Tagged “Naiara”
Arthas lich king by ~chevsy on deviantART Naiara also allows for an interesting flash-back/flash-forward kind of fiction. Personally, I found it easier to figure out Wildfire Riders role in killing the Lich King by using Naiara. Naiara ran as fast as she could, away from the University and the bastards that could not keep their [...]
The usual haze of smoke that hangs in the Pig and Whistle has dissipated. Even the chain smokers are careful to light up outside. Bricu and Threnn Bittertongue are at the front of the table, pouring over a map and sipping mugs of tea. Sitting in between them, in a high-chair built to look like [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
The following is the eulogy of one Bricu Bittertongue. It occurs years from now. A woman led the procession of mourners from the great Cathedral in Stormwind to the back alley of the Pig and Whistle. Some of the mourners, those farther away from the front, wept. Those in the front, all of whom were [...]
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. [...]
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