[Story] Xanaroth’s Journal

Felarius’s lessons have been going well. Fortunately I’ve been able to keep Elara with me much of the time, in the same way that I imagine Hethurin must. I feel safer having her there with me rather than leaving her alone in a room during that time. Though I take her out any time we are summoning, even with imps. I’m not taking any chances. If she shows interest when she is older, that would be another matter, but I won’t take the risks I did in the past. It isn’t worth it. Nor will I put Felarius at risk. He’s so curious and eager, and I don’t want to dampen that, but at the same time I want to ensure he really understands the dangers of what he is working with. Like any tool, demons can harm the user if used incorrectly or carelessly.

He’s copying and studying bindings, and learning about the various types of demons. Sometimes he has questions that I don’t know the answer to — like last night, he was asking me about imps. I’ve never given imps much thought, they are just simply there most of the time and taken for granted. But he asked me about where they come from. I explained that they are born in great litters? Clutches? From broodmothers, something like a queen bee will give birth to all of the bees in a hive. And like bees, individual imps are simply workers who exist for the greater good of the swarm. Who fathers them? That question stumped me. Something  must, assuming that demons work in the same way that animals do. But perhaps they do not, perhaps the female doesn’t require a male at all. Or perhaps she finds a mate before she becomes so large. There is much we still don’t know about demons and their lives, given their secrecy and ability to hide away in the Nether. Maybe Felarius will be the one to discover it one day. He also asked if they miss their families. I said that they didn’t, because they don’t form familial attachments in the way that we elves do. Doesn’t the mother miss her children? I doubt she even knows how many she has, but it is true that imps form attachments easily to their masters. Perhaps they do seek some sort of parental figure, though I had always assumed they wanted protection from the Nether’s more dangerous residents. It’s an interesting thought, one I am glad that he brought up. A student who challenges the teacher is sure to go far in his studies, and in turn should make me a better teacher.

I do worry a bit that he’ll fall behind in his fire lessons. Aeramin is away, so his assistant Maerista is taking over his classes for the trip. Normally, Felarius does his private fire lessons with Aeramin, but it seems that he’s been studying his summoning instead. I don’t want to discourage that, of course, but nor do I want him to fall behind in fire. Not only is it incredibly important to have a good fire foundation, it would look awfully suspicious if he’s taking private lessons off site and still not doing well. I don’t want to raise any questions.

I think he’ll be ready for an imp soon. Obviously he can’t keep it at the school, but I could probably set up a place in the work room here. It will be easier than constantly summoning it, and I will also be able to keep a closer eye on its behavior. I’m somewhat relieved that he doesn’t seem to have any interest in a succubus. Those are nothing but trouble.

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[Story] Fairsong Academy – Lora’s Letter

Dear Haani,

I have some wonderful news! I spoke to the Headmaster here and he said it’s fine for you to come and study for a while. I wanted to wait and make sure he was in a good mood, he was about to eat cake and he had two of his little babies with him. Have you ever seen an elf baby? I guess you must have at the orphanage. They’re very cute. Narise is a little bit older but Galandil is still just a small baby. They also have another daughter who is older and goes to classes, but just the general class so she probably won’t have any with you. But you’ll definitely see her around because she’s always curious about everything and likes to talk to new people. I wonder if she’d want to learn draenei too!

There are all sorts of classes you can take here. There’s the schools of magic, of course, and all of the teachers are really nice. Magister Firewind is the fire instructor usually, you’ll be able to meet him when he comes back from his trip. Maerista is a student who helps him with his classes, she was a student here who passed her exams. The Headmaster teaches the arcane classes, and Des helps him with that. If you want to learn ice magic, that’s Magister Raleth and Keyalenn, who you already know. There’s also a class about enchanting, and hawkstrider care and riding, and learning to grow plants in the greenhouse. If you want to learn sewing, there’s a student who helps people with that. She’s an undead, I guess you probably don’t have those in Shattrath. She looks a little scary but she’s really nice. There’s also a kaldorei who teaches the younger students, so you could probably talk to her about what it’s like if you’re anxious. The only thing is, you probably want to avoid the towns and you definitely shouldn’t go into Silvermoon. They can be very mistrustful of strangers.

Magister Fairsong also said your brother might be able to come if he’s worried about you, I suggested he could be a guard here for the school but he doesn’t think we need any more. However, there’s a unit of rangers nearby. If you don’t know what those are, they patrol around the forest to keep it safe from undead and robbers and spiders, things like that. I think your brother would be good at that, if he’s interested! He needs to speak with the ranger captain though. We’re going to be in Shattrath in two weeks, he thought we might be able to meet and talk about it then. If you have any more questions you can ask him then, and also just to get a chance to meet him. He’s very protective of his students and always wants them to be safe. Oh, I also told him that you could help the chef make some draenei food. I bet everyone would be excited to try that! We could even have a draenei festival maybe. If you come in time, you’ll be able to attend the masked ball. That’s where you have a costume and everything is decorated with pumpkins and spooky things. It’s really fun, trust me.

Also, if you like, I can introduce you to the ghosts that live here. I know the ones inside the school well, and they trust me. There are more out in the woods that I’ve seen but haven’t spoken with as much. There must be hundreds more out there, ghosts of elves who died in the scourge attacks and were simply left alone out there. I am sure they would appreciate having another person to talk to.

Your friend,
Loralinde

 

[Story] The Ghostclaw – Faeris’s Journal

I had to give dancing lessons to Salenicus the other day. He asked Julan first, but I guess Julan told him that he didn’t know how to dance — which is pretty silly considering that’s what he was doing when he first came here. Maybe Salenicus forgot that part, although I guess to be fair he wasn’t here yet. But it’s not like Julan hasn’t talked about it, either. Maybe it was for the best, because I’m not sure the style of dancing Julan was doing would be allowed at a school dance anyway. My mother made me go to all kinds of lessons when I was younger, and I’ve been to a lot of dances in the city, so I do actually know them pretty well. That doesn’t mean I’m a good dancing teacher though, I don’t think I am. Plus, honestly I didn’t really want to have to hold hands with him and stuff, so I picked the easiest dance I could think of that didn’t require a lot of touching. Just a regular waltz, which is easy to remember and would go well with slow songs, which is I assume mostly what they would be playing. And you can always just go faster if you need to. But then he said he might dance out in the garden, where I’m not sure you could hear the music anyway. Which you could do, but it’d just be a little weird.

The girl he’s going to dance  with studied in Dalaran — I mean old Dalaran — so I’m going to guess that she knows how to dance properly too. They used to hold balls there all the time, and anyone who could afford magic school in Dalaran is rich enough to be sent to dance lessons. So Salenicus better hope that she’s forgotten all of the steps, or she can pretend to be impressed by a boring waltz, I guess. I kept asking if he remembered, and he said he did, but I told him it was a good idea to practice anyway. It helps to let your feet remember how to go, then you can focus on other things like talking when it is time to dance for real. Or kissing, but I don’t even want to think about that. Would it be cold? I bet it would.

He was also married before, and had two kids before he died. I’m assuming that they died too, but even so, that’s kind of a big deal. I’m not her, but I’d hesitate a little if Julan had been married before, that’s a serious thing to lose and I’d worry he still wasn’t really over it. Also she’s a human, and a lot younger than him, he got really upset when I mentioned that. He said I was shallow for thinking about her having small ears and being too different from an elf. I don’t think it’s shallow to like how a person looks at all, obviously it’s not the only thing that matters but it’s important. Maybe dead people don’t care, but then why is he trying to impress her by dancing anyway? He also asked if I was with anyone before Julan, obviously I was, and obviously Julan was too. But neither of us had anyone we were really serious about, and that’s a long way from being married and having kids. I just told him that he should talk to her about it because she might hesitate because of that. Probably not during the dance, though.

I suggested he bring her a present too, normally I’d say like wine or candy but she can’t eat those. Flowers are good, he wants to get a live plant to put in a pot, because it won’t die as fast as cut flowers.  I mentioned that all plants die eventually, I think he pretended not to hear me. But she likes working in the greenhouse, so she’s probably pretty good at keeping plants alive, and she would probably like that for a gift. He doesn’t have a mask yet though, so he should make one soon, the dance is only a few weeks away. Julan and I haven’t either, he keeps thinking of stuff that’s funny but probably wouldn’t be allowed at a school dance. I think we should make a set for the school and then a set to wear here, we could hang them on the wall when we’re done too.

[Story] Ashenvale – Risarra’s Journal

Two important things happened, and I’m not sure about either of them. The first is that Avanniel got a letter from the old man, the one who she let to go look for his grand-daughter. He wrote that he is in the Eastern Kingdoms — which is where he’s supposed to be. A blood elf took her and is keeping her there. But Avanniel pointed out that the address on the envelope is a box in the goblin town on the coast. Is he actually there, and lying about where he is? Avanniel wants someone to go there and watch for him. If he’s expecting a reply, he will have to go there soon to get it. She also suggested asking the goblins about him, though I don’t know much about them, I expect that will take some coins. I asked who will have to do that, and she said she didn’t know yet. I don’t want to, it sounds awful. Goblins are terrible little things and I can only imagine how bad a town full of them would be. And it’s really far away. What if something happens? But if I get picked, I will have to go. There’s no way around it. Avanniel is concerned that he may have fallen under the blood elf’s control, as well. If he is, I’m not certain he would be able to write such a letter, but of course, if the blood elf is pulling the strings it is possible. It could be a trap, too. In the letter he asked about whether any tauren were in the area. That’s a very odd thing to ask, does he think they have her? Avanniel said she grew up with them, so she might return to them. But I haven’t seen any in the forest for quite a long time. I know there is a small camp at the border, but it’s too dangerous to go there alone. If she was there, I think she would have been killed by now. I will keep watch for any tauren on my patrols, but I don’t expect to see any.

Bear said that if I had to go to the goblin town, he would too. I thought that was very kind of him to offer, but I’m not sure Avanniel would allow it. I would feel a bit safer, though I know he wouldn’t want to stay in a goblin town any more than I do. Probably less, given how much he dislikes Astranaar. That’s the other thing that happened. I don’t regret it, I’d been thinking about it for a very long time and it was nice. But now I don’t know what it means. Bear was talking about moving his house to a different spot, and I think he was saying that because I wanted it. I know he’d be unhappy, not to mention the bears would have less room, and I don’t want either of those things. He has a good camp, and he’s already done a lot of work on the little house, I’d hate for him to give it all up just because I don’t want to walk as far. I do want to see him more often though, I’ll just have to get up in time to make it back to the barracks to report in time. Unless I got a hippogryph, but I don’t know where I’d keep it. And he doesn’t say things like Sorias did, I know they aren’t the same person but I guess I expected it a little. He does things though, he picked a whole basket of berries and I am taking the extras back for muffins and jam. Are we mates? I don’t know. I can’t exactly ask Zhyra about it and I think Avanniel would just roll her eyes.

[Story] Story a Week – Extinct

[[ I’ve actually been considering a Nano about smilodons and other pre-historic mammals for a while, so when I saw this week’s word I knew just what I wanted to write about! ]]

White Flash paused to watch her cubs as they travelled across the rock beds. They were playing, as cubs often do, blissfully unaware of the severity of their journey. The nights were getting cold, even in the safety of their den. Winter with its chilling winds and scarcity of food would be upon them shortly, and the cubs were still too thin for their mother’s liking. When very young she had lost entire litters to the perils of winter, and did not wish to repeat her mistake again. But the summer and autumn had been lean, and hunting not as good. What little they had found were ground prey, mainly the fat little rodents that burrowed beneath the grasses. Cubs needed proper meat to get fat and healthy. White Flash worried that they may be her last; while life on the plains was dangerous enough that death might come at any moment, she had lived a long time. She was uncertain if she would raise more cubs, or even if she wished to. She felt so tired of late, down within her bones, and it only seemed to persist as time went on.

“Come, cubs,” she called to them, lifting her head for a better look. They had found something — alive perhaps? That was doubtful. The rock beds were only the path to their destination, few plants grew here and fewer animals. It could be a snake, they had not yet burrowed beneath the ground for the winter. Three of this litter had survived thus far: Smoke, the darker male, and his brother Echo, who followed him everywhere. The female was Dusty, her tawny hide speckled with spots. White Flash had the most hope for that one — bold and brave, already she showed skill at hunting insects or small rodents. It was she who had discovered something among the shattered rocks.

“Dusty found a bone,” announced Smoke.

White Flash blinked in disbelief. A bone, here? It could have been left by some long-ago hunter, or perhaps a bird had dropped it, trying to crack it open on the sharp stones. She approached the cubs curiously, lowering her muzzle to sniff at it. Sure enough, it was a bone, but embedded deep within the ground. There was no way it had been left here, at least not in recent times. It had no scent, and any marrow that might have been within was long gone. And it was big, larger than any that White Flash had seen. The mammoths that moved in great herds across the plains were big, but she was certain this bone was too large even for them. It was not from a sloth, nor a wolf. She frowned thoughtfully.

Dusty gnawed at the rounded end, where it had once joined to another bone in the animal’s skeleton. Though her small teeth made no marks upon its surface, she did not appear ready to give up just yet. “What is it, mama?” asked Echo, sitting on his haunches beside Smoke.

“I- I’m not certain,” White Flash said. She walked the length of it, studying its shape. Still nothing came to mind.

“Is it a monster?” Dusty asked, breathless.

Smoke scoffed. “There’s no such thing as monsters.”

“Then what is it!” Dusty demanded. “Even mama doesn’t know!”

White Flash turned her ears uncertainly, listening for anything strange in the area — footsteps or the clatter of stones. She heard nothing, nor smelled anything. There was a mark left by a male passing through — Three Toe — but it was long faded. If there was some monster here, it left no trace. Still, something about the bone made her feel uneasy — both the uncertainty and the reminder of mortality — her own, and her cubs’. This was not some prey animal, destined to fall beneath their fangs. No, something this large had to have been the undisputed predator of this realm, facing any threat unafraid. To it, they would be merely pests to be swatted aside.

“Leave it,” White Flash said quietly. “Let it rest in peace.”

Dusty cast the bone a last curious glance, but did as her mother asked, falling into line behind her as they made their way across the rock beds. Beyond lay a valley, and with it, White Fang hoped, the prospect of a good hunt.

[Screenshots] Blessed Defender of Nordrassil

I’ve had the dragonstaff quest in my log for ages, but since my friend’s mage is on the same step we decided to work on them together. (It’s much easier than trying to solo… I tried that.) We’re both now on collecting 1000 cinders, but soon we’ll both be blue dragons!

Being a druid, of course I had to take a bunch of screenshots with my temporary title. I sure wish we could keep it. This would have been so much better for the resto artifact, too.

[Art] AileenDoll Seed

Today was supposed to be a gym day, but I’ve had a leg cramp for the last 24 hours and figured it might be a bad idea. (I did go on a walk, which helped a little but it’s still kinda there.) So I decided to work on art instead, and since the conditions were right I could finish up my Seed doll. He’s retired now, but they have other dragons available here: http://aileendoll.com/category/dragon/46/?page=1

He’s my first time doing a face-up/blushing, and it was definitely a learning experience. I found the pastels didn’t work well at all, and the pencils were okay but not very efficient. I am going to need to find a different technique for doing humans/elves if I ever get another one. But I’m happy with some aspects, mostly the speckles and the bottoms of his feet. You can see all my mistakes because the photos are so big though!

Putting him back together was the most difficult part. His eyes are kinda crooked because I didn’t want to fuss with them any longer. Also, his right leg got super loose when I was putting his torso on, and I didn’t want to take him all apart again to fix it. You can kind of see it in some of the pictures.