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The Last Hurrah of the Salty Sailor
Despite having briefly returned to Booty Bay in the months since The Shattering, Mariveaux was still rattled by the amount of work being done around the neutral goblin town. When she arrived upon the Maiden's Fancy with the morning's first ferry ride from Ratchet, floating debris continued to litter the harbor, wreckage from who knows how many ( Read more... ) -
Comfort in Creation
((Made by Mariveaux for 2010))
Mariveaux lights a few candles and arranges piles of cloth on her work table before she begins to tackle her favorite task for this time of the year - at least as far as tailoring was concerned. She had been stockpiling bolts of material all year long, not needing to resort to the Auction Houses in order to find ( Read more... ) -
Another Day in Booty Bay
Mariveaux practically skips down the stairs, relieved to be done with reconciling the accounts, and eager to begin the more interesting part of her day. She slips behind the bar counter, nodding to Nixxrax and as she glances around the tavern, she notices the Troll sitting in the corner, the brim of his jungle hat hiding most of his face. " ( Read more... ) -
A Rogue's Diary - A Confession
I listened. I heard what she had to say.
She said that she'd hear our confessions if anyone wished to share them. Any doubts, any worries, any uncertainties she would happily soothe.
And so I confessed but not to Paletress. I spent hours searching and found him in Dalaran.
He looked haggard and I wished that there was
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To Crown a Vitality Champion
Devinnola Shadowraven strides through the Argent Tournament grounds, searching for a particular face. The roar of spectators emitting from the Crusader's Coliseum gave her a clue where she could find her prey so she waits impatiently by the gates, disdainfully eyeballing a few Alliance champions as she shifts from one foot to the other, ( Read more... ) -
A Rogue's Diary - The Blacksmith
The heat shimmered over the forge, red embers glowing against the dull crags and valleys of charcoal as yet unconsumed by the fire. Several thick rods of iron protruded from the forge, the ends heated to a deep cherry red ready for the last few blasts from the bellows that would bring them to a glowing white heat. Over at the anvil, the ( Read more... ) -
A Rogue's Diary - The Fate of Shadows
There are only a few moments in life when we find our true selves; when the layers of the personae we carry into the outside world are shed and the soft underbelly of emotion is revealed; when we are naked and exposed to the care of those who we considered beloved. Such is the time I wish to spend with him.
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Zarifazev's Call to Fate
Zufli'jon cackled with harsh laughter when the goblin courier appeared in the doorway of her hut. Covered in grime, his feet caked with mud, he was a pathetic sight to see - though she had to give him credit for having the perseverance to continue on. Traveling through the Swamp of Sorrows was difficult at best and at worse, perilous to the ( Read more... ) -
Nervous Anticipation
Mariveaux's hands twist nervously as she stands before Christi Stockton, nodding at the selection of casks before her. "Yes, at least several casks of each, both the White and the Red. Oh, and can you have Fialla arrange for some Eversong Wine as well?"
The human nods in acknowledgment and smiles before peering at the young blood elf. "Of ( Read more... ) -
Addition to Made by Mariveaux
Mariveaux peruses through the seemingly endless amount of mail that has accumulated over the last week, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her forehead smooths and she smiles happily when she sees a piece of cheerfully colored parchment, addressed to her in very precise penmanship and quickly picks up a letter opener to break the seal.
( The letter reads: )