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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
"How about we stick to what we know for now and leave magical fruit for another time?" Vashadya proposed, not particularly keen on buying food that could potentially bite back.
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
"Tell me if you see anything you like," Vashadya added, slowly making her way towards the counter.
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
The priestess halted by the counter and inspected some of the dried fruit on display, while she waited for the shopkeeper to appear.
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
Vashadya was rather taken aback at the sight of the shopkeeper, having fully expected for it to be a goblin or even some other race. "We would like to purchase some dried fruits," the priestess replied hesitantly, remembering her manners, "please."
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
"Yes, thank you," the priestess nodded, still looking surprised, "how much do we owe you?"
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
Vashadya reached into her robes and took out a small bag of coins, proceeding give the naga the required amount. "Know a good place for dried meat?" she asked, as casually as she could manage.
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
Vashadya thought for a few moments, but eventually decided neither of the two would be particularly suitable; she shook her head, "no thank you."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Gurka
Location: Thousand Needle
Gurka sat on the bank of the sea, having shed her wolf form and looking out over the water. She'd heard stories that it used to be a deep desert basin, but that had been back when her father was just a boy. Truthfully, she didn't care right now.
She'd needed to get away. She'd been doing her part as an orc woman, staying strong and focused, pulling her friends together to try and save the world again. But all that pain that she kept pushing down wouldn't go away, and it was too much to carry anymore.
She felt she should cry. That was supposed to relieve the pressure, let out all those bottled up emotions boiling inside her. She couldn't, though. Too many years if holding back tears, of bravado and acting strong for others sake had dried up all the tears she could shed.
She missed her father. She missed his soft smile on his hard features. He was a blacksmith, and as strong an orc as they come, but he'd always had a tender spot for her. She should have been there, and they could have died as a family, together. That would have been right. Instead, she had been off on another one of her stupid missions, hunting down some stupid warlock who's name she couldn't even remember anymore. She hurled a rock at the water and watched as it skipped a few times and sank beneath the waves. It didn't make her feel any better.
She missed her mother, and her sister Thurga. Thurga had died on the walls of Orgrimmar, burned to ashes. Gurka knew the pain of felfire, and it made her so angry that her family had been put to it and there was nothing she'd done to stop it. What had they done to deserve it? The thought reminded her why she hunted Warlocks. Spirits, she hated them so much. She could feel the fire in her heart that burned for them. Truthfully, she liked the thought of killing Dag'rema and Kalistra. It was them who had caused her so much pain, and to others as well. Suddenly she hissed with pain from a burn on her hands, and realized that the sand under her palms had turned to glass.
It is not good to harbor such hate.
The voice had come out over the water. Gurka frowned, and ignored it. What could a disembodied spirit of water know about loss, of pain? Then, she realized she heard another voice whispering in her ear.
Warlocks enjoy burning, do they? Their fire is unnatural, green and stinking with fel. Let us show them what burning feels like.
Gurka ground her teeth together, imagining Dag'rema's skin bubbling and cracking under her hands. That bitch had tortured so many, it would be fair for her to get to feel what she had done to those she'd hurt.
Finally, she let out a breath, trying not to think about that. Shaman were supposed to be above that sort of thing. But she wasn't. She knew it. She couldn't let it go, not as long as she knew both of her younger brothers had perished in the fire. The thought finally managed to bring a hot angry tear to her dry eyes. Looking around to make sure no one would see her, the tears began to flow more freely, dripping off her chin and darkening the white sand.
Character: Snowmane
Location: Lion's Landing Inn
Snowmane rubbed her temples and followed the trail, her sight leaving her body and beginning to fly out over Krasarang. It wasn't long before she saw a suspicious bird flapping over the northwestern part of the jungle.
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oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer, Mordecai, Shagden
Location:
Krasarang Wilds, Lion's landing, Beached Kraken
The mage leaned forward slightly, watching with obvious interest as the worgen began to drift.
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Aimsyr
Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
"This will be plenty enough, thank you," Vashadya answered, lifting the medium-sized crate with both arms and heading towards the door.
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Vashadya Duskwind
Thousand Needles
"Come on Rotha,"
Vashadya told the worgen, in Darnassian, as she walked past, worried the naga might take offence at the prolonged stare.
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