Gilnean_Diplomat's blog

((Half-Elf ruminates on the loss of someone who showed her shady bum a good turn once.))

Vrin was my boy. Saved him from a tight spot once, so, when I decided to make some coin on my back, he happily agreed to pay back his debt to me by being my unofficial bodyguard. It worked well, him being a Bruiser and all, and preferring women his own height. Became a right good friend...

((Aaaand in complete contrast to my pissed-off Priestess! ....Waiting for WoW to reinstall magically frees up some journal-writing time >.>))

((The Bastion's combat healer vents and snarls at the madness.))

((Taking place a few weeks ago, when Juriam and Lessa left Darnassus. I am learning to Nelf. I think I am doing okay.))

For months she'd been in Hyjal, mending the fallen. If hundreds of years learning the healing arts hadn't exposed her to every sort of burn a person could get, two weeks of the Firelands surely had. She'd left her familiar temple for the mountain and barely paused in the work long enough to rest. But now she was home...though for how long that would be, Lessa didn't know anymore.

((A very happy Winter Veil indeed! I wrote the first half, Tristen's player got the second half. Cause sometimes happy stuff happens!))

 There's a giant fella with a broken tusk playing with my son outside. Tristen's back in Hearthglen, back from Northrend, and Lea scampered off to see 'im Knighted. I'd a gone, but, holiday work is piling up, folks wanting their Winter Veil's best in time for feasting. So here I am, 'midst orders of red dresses lined in vair. And the grown Half-Orc my brother sent us with word is lookin' on my son in awe.

((Short! But I think it's fitting of her state. Dutiful badass wife is getting badass.Tristen's player wrote and posted his half of the story on our guild site.))

((Something light and airy, somewhat. Ella has been retired from gameplay, and Leanan has a lot coming up. The two have a chat whilst Ella is bedridden.))

((Everyone gets restless. In Izzy's case, all she needs to do is shed some deserving blood >.>))

 She couldn't sleep.

 It had started when she couldn't sleep. Leaving Vizriel's side in the darkness, bare feet slipping silently through the house, as silent and vaporous as Mary's ghost, Istari had wandered outside, a restlessness in her very bones...

((Character retiring, but in a shmoopy, happy way. She's had nothing but drama in RP, she's earned her happy ending. And yes, by my standards, a maimed leg counts toward a happy ending. She'll write more letters to other characters, but only one was prudent to this story.))