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Wilhiem Hammerstorm and the Tomb of Misfortunes - Featuring a Ghost, an Elf, and a Dozen Bugs, pt.2
Auspice tries to look into the room the man had opened, giving him wide berth. She didn't want to give him any other ideas. She narrows her eyes. "If we are near the end, you'd best tell me about what killed you."
Behind the door is a chamber. A large circular hall, the walls lined with large rectangular shapes - coffins. Stone-carved coffins. The ( Read more... ) -
Wilhiem Hammerstorm and the Tomb of Misfortunes - Featuring a Ghost, an Elf, and a Dozen Bugs, pt.1
Wilhiem keeps his head turned away. A low chuckle can be heard as he rises - still looking away. "Hello... Moira?"
Auspice rides up on a weary looking ram. A distant cousin? She glances down at the page to verify the coordinates. She has a crossbrow slung over her back, and there's a bolt sticking out from her right shoulder. "Notebook. Glasses."
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Don't Talk to Strangers
“So, let me get this straight once again. Twelve hours?”
“Twelve hours! Ah, and if you manage to leave the circle earlier I'm afraid I will take my leave.”
“Right.”
“Right!”
“I don't believe a single word you are saying.”
“You shouldn't.”
The faint, misty figure broke into cackling as Wilhiem buried his head in his palms again. He sighed, pulling out ( Read more... ) -
A New Year's Night
(Wilhiem is stranded alone in the middle of Tanaris. For some odd reason, 'Tanaris' was hard to type out while intoxicated. Which was my challenge here, actually. Forgive- inevitable mistakes. It is short because I am falling over as I type it.)
Wilhiem stirred as the nightly air seemed to shift and thicken around him. He pulled the two-layered ( Read more... ) -
Wilhiem's Angry Ramblings, Still Angry
I managed to crush a knuckle. This is the first time, the very first, I am usually careful and methodical, even when dressed in rage. But not now. I really went at it, the wood lodging deep between my fingers, the face carved into the decades-old tree bending and twisting and breaking upon the impact.
I hate that face.
My face.
My friend's face, a ( Read more... ) -
Past Entries - December 27
I do not write as much anymore - and I do not know if it is, in fact, a good thing. Or, perhaps, this has to do with the fact that she's got my notebook the other day to look over those odd mindscapes I managed to sketch down (I still have no idea how, where, or when that happened - nor can I rival their quality, despite them being birthed by ( Read more... ) -
Past Entries - December 21
It's Winter Veil.
It's Winter Veil and my ribs are broken again, my lungs are full of soot, blood, and phlegm, my left wrist hurts to turn a certain way, my chest is missing a few important chunks of flesh, my legs are bruised to hell, and my armor will take at least a week to put all back together.
But I'm alive.
The Westfall going-ons were ( Read more... ) -
Past Entries - December 16
I was trying to break my hands today, but instead I broke something else.
I left Anne. It was brief and expected. She did not understand a single word of what I had to say.
So I left her. I had to. Moira was right.
Light hurts. I was burned from the inside out.
A man is leaving and it is my fault.
A woman was weeping and it was my fault.
I broke ( Read more... ) -
Past Entries - December 15
[An RP log - this happened after Wil and Auspice proceeded to dissect some very dangerous bugs back in Uldum.]
[22:20:31]Auspice inhales slowly, then exhales through her lips. Her shoulders shudder slightly. "I... it seems vaguely reminiscent to me. I... I don't know. I don't believe I saw it, but -" She shakes her head again. "I'd like to take a ( Read more... ) -
Past Entries - December 13
[Transferred from another source]
My life is upside-down again.
Or is it right side-up?
I talked. Fel knows I needed it, and I talked, I listened, and then I talked some more. I keep thinking, trying to recall if I said enough. Or did I say to much? My mind is in too much turmoil to think clearly right now, but it is the emotions that I am trying ( Read more... )