[Art] ToV Doodles

Over the summer I raided with my friend’s guild, since my own had stopped for the expansion. They were so nice and fun, I’m sad that I probably won’t be able to go with them again for a while because our raid nights are the same. Maybe a bit later in the expansion I will be able to!

Here’s two little quick drawings I did of the raid leader and one of the other healers!

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[OOC/Screenshots] Legion: Definite Maybes

I haven’t spent very much time on the beta alpha at all. I feel overwhelmingly negative about most of the changes, and I’ve just really lost interest in WoW in general. On top of that, Legion runs really poorly on my potato of a computer and I’m not sure what I’ll do about that. But, since I read that Marksman hunters will be getting the option to have a pet back, I fired it up again and tried out a couple of the other classes that interested me, but weren’t in last time I played.

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[Story] Morthorn’s Journal

Orledin came to speak with me last night. To get things started, I asked him about what sort of books he had been reading, and which he liked the best. He said that some of the rangers had been borrowing them for the school on his behalf, since he’s still not allowed to go there himself. He likes the cookbooks the best, because he can find new recipes to try out, though I must admit I’m not sure how is able to tell whether or not they’ve turned out well. I suppose he can have the rangers try it for him, and tell him how it is. It does seem that they’ve accepted him well there, which is very encouraging. He is able to live — well, not live exactly, but stay — among them, and is part of their everyday routine. I know that he patrols with the other undead ranger, simply because they are both able to patrol in the middle of the night without ill effect. He doesn’t speak much about her though, so I don’t know how close they are. Orledin is still seeking someone that he can be closer with. The cat is some help, he said, but it’s not the same. I would never come out and say it’s impossible, because it isn’t. There very well could be someone willing to look past his condition — unlikely, but not impossible. After all, as I mentioned, the rangers don’t seem to mind it much. There are still few enough people here that it isn’t easy for anyone, alive or not, to find someone. I reminded him that I was alone for more than ten years, myself.

He told me that he’s been collecting bones from around the forest, raptor bones according to him. I’m not entirely sure how he can tell just from one little bone what it belonged to, but perhaps he knows a lot about raptors. There were certainly a lot of trolls in the area until recently, so it’s not unreasonable. My only worry would be some sort of spirit or curse laid on them; trolls are notorious for that sort of thing. Orledin said that was only an issue if you touch their jars. I hope he’s right on that account, I’m certain the captain would be displeased if troll spirits were haunting the ranger building. Orledin was a bit sheepish about it, worried that people might think him odd. I don’t think it’s odd, most everyone has some sort of hobby, and collecting bones happens to be his. I suppose some might see it as morbid, but there are many others who would appreciate the educational value of such a thing — the Reliquary in Silvermoon, for instance, or perhaps even Hethurin. Mounted, a raptor skeleton would make an impressive decoration for the school, and could be used to instruct students about anatomy.

Vaildor met a friend in town, and he has begun general education classes at the academy. I was able to speak to him briefly, I didn’t recognize him because they are newly arrived. His mother works for one of the nearby estates. That was about all I got out of him before they disappeared again. They’ve only known each other a short time but they seem inseparable. I have seen them working on school work together often. I hope they can remain friends, I know at times young relationships can be puzzlingly volatile to us adults. He seems like a responsible boy though, and I don’t think he and Vaildor will get into too much trouble together.

[Story] Morthorn’s Journal

Our daughter is finally here. She’s so tiny and perfect. Everything went smoothly, no doubt because Lani was prepared and her sister was here to attend to her. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried, but they made me wait in the patients’ waiting room with some tea that was supposed to be calming. I don’t think it was, but I barely had any. I kept thinking about all of the awful things that could happen. They didn’t, of course, she was born perfectly healthy and very very cute. Now that we know she’s a girl, we can get all sorts of dresses and little lacy hats and shoes and things. I thought it might be strange, but it’s not really. She has my hair! Well, just a tiny bit, little wisps of it, but you can tell it’ll be my color. I’ve already got to hold her a little bit, when she’s not busy eating. I thought Lani had a whole list of names ready, but she wanted me to pick one. I couldn’t even remember the ones from the list, so I just thought of the first ones I could. Now I’m wondering if that wasn’t intentional. We both agreed that Telinda was nice. Privately I’m relieved she didn’t go with the name that started with V that was on her list.

Her room is all the way on the other end of the house, so we’re keeping her in our room for now. I’ve moved the crib in and set it up, though I think she won’t be using that just yet either. I think she’s still too tiny to be alone in there, though I put her little dragonhawk toy in for when she’s ready. I expect all the visitors will come to see her soon, once Lani has had a chance to rest and she’s old enough to not be in danger of getting sick. Vaildor and Hethurin did come by already. Lani said he’s very excited to be a brother and wants to paint a portrait of her. I know he was feeling a bit apprehensive before, so I’m happy that he is so enthusiastic about the baby. It will be wonderful to have a way to remember what she looked like so small, as she’ll grow up very quickly. I’m already thinking about whether she’ll go to school at the Academy, I suppose she will, but Vaildor will have probably moved to the art school full time by then. Thankfully there are several other babies being born that she will be able to play with — Rylad and Iannor, and Mae’s baby who will arrive any day now. And there may be more after that, it’s impossible to say.

Lani won’t be seeing anyone for a few days, though I am still able to. Maybe she will let me keep Telinda in the sling at my desk, it’s easier for me because I don’t have to get up and look at patients. I’m not sure if she’ll agree to being away from her that long though.

[Story] Isandri’s Diary

I’ve been so busy that I haven’t written in this for ages! Thero is doing well with his classes at the school. There aren’t a whole lot of students interested in enchanting just yet, but he thinks there will be more once they get further in their studies. It’s true that you need a basic magical education before you can even think about enchanting objects. Since Maerista has graduated, and Des must be getting close, hopefully there will also be some new students soon. I’m so happy that the school is doing so well, I know it’s really important to Hethurin and also I’m glad it means his mother was wrong. That’s probably not very nice, but neither is she!

I keep meaning to talk to Thero about joining up with the rangers. I guess if he’s happy with his teaching job, it wouldn’t really be possible, although he could do a short patrol in the evenings or something. I don’t know, he’s never really very receptive to the idea, and I know it’s just because Sath is there. Those two really just need to sort things out. It sounds like everything is going well there too, which is good. I’d like for Sath to be happy and do well too, after everything that’s happened.

Iannor is getting so big! He’s starting to stand up on his own — well, usually he will use a table or something but he’s starting to let go and he’ll stay up for a few seconds. It’s practice! I’m just so afraid he’ll hit his head or something. He also is starting to make sounds that sound like words — sometimes, anyway. We’re working on “ann’da” when Thero comes home, he’s getting pretty good with that one. He also says “no”. I guess I didn’t really realize how big he was until I saw Lyorri, Kes’s little baby. Well, really it’s Aeramin’s baby but Kes is keeping it, I guess. She’s wanted one for such a long time, I know she’ll do a good job. I’m just not sure why Aeramin doesn’t want his own daughter. But she is so tiny and adorable! She’s a little bit early, but otherwise healthy, and she’s eating well. Kes brings her to the office for check-ups so I get to see her. We were talking about how all the children will be able to grow up together and be friends. I can’t wait! Lani’s baby will be here soon, as will Mae’s. It won’t be quite like the old days, but it won’t be too far off. I suppose I should wait a few years before talking to Thero about another one, but it’s awfully difficult with all of the cute new babies around. And it would be fun to be able to buy little tiny dresses. I asked Sath if Nessna is going to have another one but he said he wasn’t sure. That isn’t no!

 

[Story] Morthorn’s Notes

I think that Lani liked her gifts, at least she seemed to. She got me some books to read to the baby, and socks. Are my socks really that bad? Worse, did she notice that they were? I suppose it’s been a very long time since I bought any new ones. But still, it’s the sort of thing your grandmother usually gets you. They are nice socks though, and very warm. And she will be giving me a much better present in a few months.

The closer it gets, the more nervous I am about everything going right. Her sister is studying in that area specifically, so she should be a very good choice to attend the birth. Lani said her father will be nearby in case of emergency, and Isandri as well. With three healers present, anything unusual should be easily dealt with, but of course things can always happen. I don’t want to frighten her by talking about them, but I can’t help worrying. It’s been a very long time since I held or cared for a baby, I hope I still remember how. She and Des were discussing whether we’d prefer a girl or a boy, and whether we had any names picked out. I said that it didn’t matter to me either way, which is true. But a small part of me worries that a girl might bring up too many memories, too many comparisons. It’s natural for our mind to make such connections, despite our efforts not to. Then Lani said some of the names that she liked. One of them was a little too close. She had no way of knowing, of course. I am afraid that this dark cloud will hang over even after the child is born, and it worries me. I don’t know how to chase it away.

Des is going with her ranger for a trip to the island. According to Lani, her mother is there as well, with her “friend”. I must admit I’m surprised that he is still there, either Lani’s mother is continuing to pay him well, or he actually enjoys her company. It’s unlikely but certainly not impossible.

The ball was lovely. We both ate too much, and at one point went out into the garden to sit on the bench. It was cold, but not enough to snow. Lani said that she wished it would, and I had to agree. The forest looks so tranquil and peaceful with a blanket of snow. Perhaps it will soon. A lot has changed from a year ago; Lani and I are married, we have the new building finished and Vaildor is living with us as well. I hadn’t really thought about it until she pointed it out. Next year the baby will be here, but I don’t know what else the future will hold. Back inside, we danced but it seemed many had already gone home by that point. Or perhaps they’d retreated into the corners, where Tik or Terellion had cleverly hung some mistletoe. I’ll have to get some for our house before the holiday is over.

[Story] Winter Veil Postcards – The Confessor

The Confessor had checked the little clay jar to make sure there were no more coins hiding within it. He never charged anyone to speak with him, though he left the jar on the desk should they wish to drop a few coins into it. If they didn’t, he understood perfectly well. It wasn’t easy to get by sometimes here, when so many were still rebuilding. And he certainly wasn’t going to turn away anyone for lack of money. Most of the coins were put in by a select handful of his visitors, Hethurin being among them. Lani disliked it, and said he should charge at least a few silver at minimum, but he figured she made enough from her side of the office to make up for it.

Maybe she’d been right in this case, though. The pile of coins had been building for several months now, and he’d thought it would add up to a bit more. Still, there was a certain shop in town that he planned to visit, they sold used items but they didn’t call them that. They were “antique”, which appealed more to the rich elves in the city. It wasn’t something used and old, it was aged and full of history. The Confessor had been by to look a few times before, but they never had the same items twice, so it was a bit of luck to find something in particular. The Confessor went very early in the morning, as the shops were all bound to busy due to the holiday. Though it had originated in dwarven lands, Winter Veil had proven to be a huge hit with Silvermoon and its surrounding villages; an excuse to buy lavish gifts, drink a lot, and attend fancy balls. He had to admit that he felt a bit excited himself — last year’s ball had been lovely, and he was certain this one would be even better. Next year would be even better still, when the baby would be here and nearly a year old.

He’d originally planned to buy Lani the new book from her favorite author, the one with the questionable titles and covers. Thankfully the people at the book shop wrapped it for him, so he didn’t have to feel too embarrassed to carry it around the city. But as soon as he reached the antique shop, he knew what he’d buy her — a lovely wooden rocking chair, with sweeping elegant lines and a rich, dark stain. He hadn’t really been sure what to buy her, she’d wanted things for the baby, of course, but he wanted to get her something special as well. It would be perfect.

For Vaildor, they had a full-sized easel, a bit dusty but in good repair. There were a few paint splatters that could be sanded off, but the Confessor figured that Vaildor wouldn’t mind those so much. Later he’d stop at one of the art supply shops and buy as many as his remaining coins would allow. He hoped it would be enough. Vaildor had recently been very honest about his feelings, and even asked if he might call them Ann’da and Minn’da. Lani had cried, and he very nearly had. He seemed a bit uncertain about the new baby, worried that he’d be forgotten, but the Confessor hoped he’d warm a bit once they actually met.

He still had the little dragonhawk doll, hidden away in his chest. At first he’d thought to give it to the baby, but on taking it out he saw that its fabric had faded over the years, dust settling into its seams. It wouldn’t really be safe for a baby. And more importantly, he would be passing all of its weight and memories onto the new baby, and that really wasn’t fair. He had a new life now, a new beginning. At the toy shop he found one that was very similar to old Sunny, but bright and new, its little black glass eyes gleaming brightly. It had a yellow satin ribbon around its neck. That one would be the baby’s gift.