I just got dealt a couple of blows with WOW related friends and I’m feeling sort of punch drunk.
I think I’m going to bed.
All alone with a ship full of whining slaves and a broken bookcase :( But at least she’s got a cool hat?
The guy outside the salon said I had a great Irish color. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!!! Thank you Jen for all your help on this!!
NEW HAIRZ :D
Tally had spoken truthfully when he told Dae he’d be able to find his bunk just fine even with the amount of rum he’d consumed. After all, it was right there. So not long after the captain left that is where he found himself, too inebriated to bother with donning the thin long-sleeved shirt and leggings he normally wore to bed. He had been lucky enough to get his armour off without damaging it, and trying to actually put something on proved too great a challenge. He slept fitfully, no potion to help him tonight.
It was several hours later when Dae decided it was time to turn in. The moon had long since risen, and his buzz was now the kind of dull bliss that made promises easy to make and even easier to break. He’d just check on his navigator, make sure he’d gotten settled. After all, he was new to the ship, and he’d never seen Tally drink like that before.
Dae gave a satisfied grin when he saw the elf had indeed found his own bunk. Tally was tossing beneath the blanket, eyelids fluttering rapidly. He batted an arm out away from him then stilled again as it came to rest across his chest, the lines of the circular symbol clearing visble in the lamplight.
Dae had caught glimpse of them before when Tally didn’t realize he was watching, but he’d never gotten an up-close look. He padded quietly over to the bunk and knelt down, reaching out a finger and tracing the carved lines that ran across one shoulder. “Fel, Tally, if I ever find the fucking creeps that did this to you…”
His voice was barely a whisper but Tally had heard it, just as his trained ears had heard Dae approaching him, no matter how quiet the captain had tried to be. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt Dae’s hand upon him, but he forced his lungs back to work. He kept his body as still as it could be, just as he had with Caleb when he first beckoned the wild wolf over to him. Don’t speak, don’t question, don’t spook him. When he is ready for your eyes to be upon him, he will let you know. Until then, do not let one hasty minute destroy the possibilities of a lifetime.
Server - wide Storyline
L.I.C.H. - (Lies, Illusions, Corruption, Hysteria)
Have it be noted that this server event is purely to help stimulate Wyrmrest Accord roleplay. Any questions, concerns or issues can be addressed directly by whisper to this character, Hivemind of Wyrmrest Accord. I will assist you to the best of my ability and attempt to make this Roleplaying event as fun as possible for you and everyone else participating.
(Symptoms Notes - Advancing in stage does not cause you to lose the symptoms of the stage prior. Symptoms stack. I.E. Someone in Stage II will have Stage II symptoms, as well as Stage I symptoms and etc.)
After an hour of contracting infection, your character will begin experiencing the fever, sweats and etc. Only after the first 24 hours will short-term memory loss become a factor. I hope this helps clear up any.. *snicker*.. Confusion. Badumpsh!)
Stage 1 - Lies (Confusion): The host of the infection experiences mild fever, cold sweats, shivering and nasuea (1 Hour after Infection). After the first twenty four hours of infection, the host will begin to struggle with remembering past events. (24 Hours after infection)
Stage 2 - Illusions (Hallucination): The host will begin to imagine entities that are not physically there or mistake other people for entities which they are not. The fever begins to fluctuate in temperature, colds sweats and shivering becomes more severe. Skin begins to turn yellowish-green in color. Eyes begin to turn very glossy. Hosts will begin simply muttering themselves, not really noticing that they were talking to themselves. (72 Hours after infection)
Stage 3 - Corruption (Hostility): The host’s will begins to deteriorate. Friend and foe are shown hostility, be it yelling and swearing, biting, attempting to hit and strangle people, or simply refusing to receive medical aid. The host begins to have conversations with themselves and, if not standing, will assume the fetal position and begin nervously rocking back and forth. Twitching in the eyes and spasming of the muscles may occur. (4 Days)
Stage 4 - Hysteria (Insanity/Madness): The hosts will have lost all control of their body except the ability to talk. But even then, insane sayings would dominate their language. Nervous habits increase, rocking back forth, random screaming and cursing will occur. The host’s body will have an extreme chance of having seizures, extreme muscle spasming and eye twitching. Eyes begin to water uncontrollably and fever enters a constant temperature range of 103 F to 104 F - Dangerously close to the fatal mark if not properly looked after. Standing is near impossible for infected during this stage due to the constant muscle spasming. ( 6 Days )
(Paladins, Priests and Death Knights are immune to this plague.)
(Treatment Methods will be included in a separate forum post due to size restriction. Look for it!)
Signal boosting. I’ve seen something similar to this run through the server before, and I was very intrigued by it. Even though Naerwyn and Jasolei are apparently immune. (Hit me up if your character gets sick and needs help..?
This isn’t on Moon Guard, but I find the idea a really interesting one!
Their arguing had gone on far too long, their voices echoing in the grisly chamber used to house the humanoid cargo and slaves. The muscled hunter quickly rounded on the curvaceous rogue, both women’s ambitions bared, now. The audacity they both displayed once their tempers had been pushed was unnerving to anyone who could have seen them.
Finally, not backing down as Reed had raised her proverbial hackles, Ara decided to fuel the fire. “I love him! Does that mean nothing?!” Her chest heaved as adrenaline raced through her. Ara was a strong combatant in her own right but both respect and some hint of intimidation - be it from consequences from Vyce if he learned she had attacked his sister or by what Reed herself was capable was yet unknown - kept her at bay.
The hunter scoffed outright at the sentiment. Love? “I suppose you wish me to show some compassion?” The woman snorted at that. The world had shown no compassion to *her*! “I told you from the beginning! You are mine, first and foremost! Whatever prancing about you do with my brother is none of my concern,” her voice growled the words, lying through her teeth at the statement. It was her concern. It was all of her concern… “So long as it does not grow into an issue.” Love… Is an issue.
“You are MY officer. Your ship sails because of me and I will have my obedience from you and everyone aboard it! Do you understand me?” Reed dared a step closer, her posture more a kin to the worgen as she sought to cow the pirate captain. Her hands were at her hips, as always her way when feeling anxious. Her gloved fingers drummed at the pommels of her sabres as if itching for a reason to draw.
She hadn’t taken a surname referring to a dog for no reason; Reed was very much the stray pack leader. Everyone in her company came from all walks of life only to fall into the alleys and gutters of society where she licked their wounds and offered them scraps of her prized morsel dug from the dumpsters of the finest restaurants. Unlike the honest wolves, Reed and her company were all too eager to wag their tails to those they could benefit from, only to bite they hand which fed them, so to speak. Reed knew exactly how to play to people. Ara was no different, in her mind. She was just another person who, in the end, wanted something. That something was among the things the hunter could control.
"Return to your duties, Captain," Reed continued, emphasizing the title with clear enunciation. "Remove your heart from my brother or I will remove it for you." With that, the company’s master turned to head back up the steps of the cellar. "I need you both focused and with your heads and hearts on the task, not playing ‘house’…" Her voice faded as she disappeared.
unf. Love this tension SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much.
Daemeion to pretty much any female: “Sorry babe, but I’ve decided to take a vow of chastity. My navigator’s pretty hot though, if you can convince him to like pussy. I’ll be over here drinkin’ my non alcoholic beverage while you two go at it.”
Daemeion: “HELP ME I CAN’T SWIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!”
I just got my toons some hats for PIRATEZ TIMEZ.
…and later today I am buying myself this:
time is running out - muse
Bad Things - An Arainea / Vyce Mix
Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult / Just Like a Pill - P!nk / Toxic - Local H / Tainted Love - Marilyn Manson / Love Me Dead - Ludo / Bad Romance - Haelstorm / Please Don’t Leave Me - P!nk / Our Time Is Running Out - Muse / Bad Things - Jace Everett
Possibly becoming relevant to Ara’s main storyline again. Though love/hate songs are ALWAYS relevant to my life XD
"GUESS WHAT REED EXCITING NEWS YOU’RE GONNA BE AN AUNTIE!!!! :D :D :D"