Apologies again guys, my internet is still being spotty, despite having reset the router many times T-T I’ll try to be on tonight, but I can’t garuntee anything
((I’m so sorry for my absence tonight! My internet was being shitty and I could never get a good connection with WoW >< Thanks Reiko!))
Miri’s hand shook as she held the letter, her lips thinly pressed together. She’d been caring for her husband’s still recovering burns from his stint in Gilneas, as well as making sure the repairs to the keep were going well.
It was all that kept her mind of the loss of Reshuv…
But seeing this…
Nodding to the Servant, Miri would murmur quitely. “Thank you…” And retreat into her chambers.
The Spider…dead. At last. It should be good news. But somehow, Miri knew there was more to come. Something else lay waiting…
She’d return to dabbing salve on Devoner’s wounds to clear her mind, hiding from the dread that hung heavy in the air
Here you go, Miri.
My guildies know me all too well <3
I hereby give you permission to
- Comment on any ic or ooc posts.
- Demand that we roleplay together
- Plot lots of beautiful things with me
- Send me shit in my submit/ask box
- ROLE PLAY WITH ME!
- Ask my muse anything about their sex life
- Send me a kink / fetish and I’ll rate it
- Try to seduce my muse
please specify who the ask is for.. my characters are really individual when it comes to sexual things.
Because this will be hilarious.
Okay! Gonna take a shower. Send me all the weird stuff….
He’s not dead.
I refuse to believe it.
Nevermind that I saw him turn to ash before my eyes, my hand only barely grasping at the wisp of what was his hand before he disintegrated.
He always comes back.
Nevermind that he’d planned this from the start, that Reshuv had planned for us to destroy him in order to take down the power of the Eredar that had plagued him and his brother for so long.
He’s not dead.
Dozens of times has his hearts topped, his life force ceased, and each time he’s returned, stronger than before. He’s a warlock. Warlocks are good with that sort of thing. This is simply par for the course for him.
He always comes back.
Not after we pushed through that nether plane to rescue him and defeat his nemisis, not after we’d saved his brother, not after everything we’ve been through.
He’s not dead…
He always…comes back….
That’s right kiddos! I know I harp a lot about this, but Ennalor is in need of payment in the next couple days for our joint vent, so I’m asking everyone in the guild (and really, anyone who simply wants to be nice!) to donate to the HH Vent Server! The link is a paypal button on the right of the site.
Donate a dollar. Hell, donate two. Donate a hundred if you’re feeling really generous! Every little bit helps! This isn’t mandatory of course, and no one is obligated to give anything if don’t want to/aren’t able to.
But your guild leader would love you to death if you gave what you could! <3
THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!
The little red headed girl’s eyes would almost bug out of her little head, bursting into a fit of bright giggles as her face turned almost as crimson as her hair.
"I-I like adventures! But the abbot would be ever so cross if he knew I’d run away again.." She’d give the little blonde youth a cheeky grin, before she peered around him at his little friend, dropping her voice to a stage whisper. "If I go, you can’t tell anyone!"
The young boy leaned in, his right hand cupped to his mouth as he whispered in a low voice, “On my honor, miss…” he straightened up and gestured to his friend behind him, his voice still low, “I won’t tell,” he winked before nodding back at his friend.
The little girl beamed, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, clapping her hands in her eagerness.
"I’m Miri! What’s your names?"
Her eyes would keep drifting to the youth with his wooden sword and shield, her admiration plain to see.
Khristov jabbed a thumb into his chest proudly, “Khristov. You can call me Khris,” he then jabbed his thumb in the direction of the young boy holding the sword and shield, “His name is Devoner,” he then leaned towards Miri and whispered, “He really… likes… your hair…” he said slowly.
Gasping, Miri would immediately grip at the flap of cloth behind her head and yank it over the mass of red curls atop her noggin. It seemed a rather quick and practiced movement, suggesting she’d done it many times before.
Her eyes peered from beneath the little hood in a bright red face. But she was grinning all the same.
"He does?!" She asked,bewildered. Looking beyond Khristov once more, she’d whisper in return. "Did he really say that? Really REALLY? No one -ever- likes my hair. They say it looks like fire." She scrunches her nose up and tugs the hood lower over her head.