After the Ashen Rook's Fall

[Written in coded lettering.]

I've many thoughts occupying my mind at the moment... Thoughts that are legitimate matters and others that I deem to be nothing more than fabricated concerns from an overactive imagination--Concerns that, despite my best efforts, are hard to ignore.
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"Neverov," a gravelly old voice barked. Kiryl looked up from the folder he'd had open on the table in front of him, reaching absently for the stained gloves set off to one side. He'd seen a definite increase in the practical application of his apprenticeship lately, and already anticipated the old man's request.

His mentor, Silas Witherbloom, was a rather crotchety husk of a man with a hunched back, wispy and thinning short gray hair, and disposition that matched the surliest and most stubborn of mules. He snorted through his nose lightly as his apprentice approached, working his jaw idly as he watched Kiryl tug on his gloves. "Always quick ta jump, aren't ya, pissant?" He grumbled as he shoved a new manila folder at his chest. "Yes sir," Kiryl replied evenly as he carefully took the dossier in one hand--An action which earned a slight roll of the eyes and a grumble from his superior.

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[Written in coded lettering. The penmanship is somewhat rough, many words and phrases scratched out.]

What did I do? Why did I do it? I have no idea why I did what I did last night... One moment we were having a perfectly rational and professional conversation, the next... I find myself trying to scare her away. I know what happened to her. To her face. To her hands. I know why she has those nervous mannerisms of hers. I know because for years on end I have been the one inflicting such injuries on people. Why does this bother me all of a sudden? Did it ever bef

No... It did bother me, greatly, once upon a time.

I know I frighten her... She knows all too well as to what I do "for a living". Why di And, now that I think about it, she frightens me as well... She is a reminder.

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• Known Name: Callias Hakebourne
• True Name: N/A
• Gender: Male
• Age: Uncertain due to his facial shrouding. However, most recounts of his person indicate that he was in his early twenties when he died. A close estimate of his current age would be twenty-nine to thirty years of existence.
• Race: Non-Forsaken Undead, due to him having no affiliation with the Banshee Queen.
• Classification: Death Knight

• Date of Initiation: June 12th, Year 29

• Area of Initial Contact: The Brill Stables, Tirisfal Glades

• Personality: Unusually smug and haughty, Hakebourne isn't above demanding things like a spoiled child. He also is rather self-conscious when it comes to his facial mask, being he constantly fusses with it. Whether or not this is due to nervousness of "exposure" or vanity is uncertain... He also bears a rather dry wit and morbid sense of humor (which is not incredibly surprising for those of our ilk).

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Here is the information I have learned about the man in question.

While not of blood relation to the head of the Morchaint household, he was regarded as a favored son and candidate of becoming its successor. He originally started as a sort of servant to Ilias Morchaint's magister of a grandfather. Supposedly one of common blood, if my informants speak true.

His disappearance was sudden, but it was around the Second War when the Trolls attacked Quel'thalas once again. Oddly, no one went looking for the boy, even when he was regarded so favorably, and any questions regarding his whereabouts were squelched.

There is no definite time as to when he returned... It was around the time of the razing of Silvermoon during the Third War, but no one is certain if it was before, during, or after the event. He was a grown man, a warlock, and the worst kind of thistlehead. Some people went as far as to question if it was really him or not being his physical age did not seem to match with what he should be. Those questions have been, naturally, dismissed as "crazy talk".

As for the House being overthrown by "rabble", as you put it, no one is really certain as to why. Gossip mentions various things; Complacency on the part of the true Morchaint blood, survival techniques in view of dwindling numbers, or aristocratic malaise over the recent string of "cold wars". None of the "rabble" holds a real position in the house and range namely from vassals to retainers. All sources point to this man trying to keep a dead House alive.

In personal notes, once I managed to place a face with the name, I have seen this man before. I have spotted him many times stalking down Murder Row, ranting about how careless warlocks are with their powers and that they don't know what they're getting into. As well as "not everyone has that choice" and so on... Whether or not this is useful or not, that is up to you to decide.

That is all I have been able to find out about your person-in-question. Not much more is known aside from rumors and theories. I will expect the remainder of my payment by tomorrow afternoon.

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((This is from recent RP between Gibson and Nicoise, who gave him an errand to run. This is the shopping list she, literally, tacked to his forehead.))

*The list is written in an elegant script*

Materials Needed

• 1 Haunch of Gronn (Upper thigh, is preferable) - The diameter of the cut should be roughly eight to ten feet. The gronn that populate Nagrand are, generally, too small. The Blade's Edge Mountains, I hear, host more of these creatures. They're lumbering cycloptic mountains, so it will not be hard to spot them.
• 1 Eyeball of Gronn - This item is to remain intact. I will not, under any circumstances, accept one that has been ruptured.
• 10 Draenei - Five male & five female healthy adults. Not too young, not old. What would look like to be in the vicinity of twenty to thirty years of age is preferable. Delicate handling is not needed, but do try to keep the carcasses in optimal condition. No "Broken" Draenei.
• 7 Arrakoa Eggs - There are many Arrakoa veils, from what I've been told, in Blade's Edge Mountains. They're distracted by "shiny things", from what I've heard... Should not be too hard to pilfer the needed items.

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Upon entry to the Outlands, meet with a goblin by the name of Fiksit Blasttrigger in Thrallmar. He will then give you a flare gun to signal him for pickup and transport of the listed items. He has already been paid, so if he asks for payment, feel free to use force to convince him otherwise. Killing Blasttrigger is not an option, however.

Fees for transport are included in the coin purse given to you... You will have more than enough, provided it is spent properly. I have already tallied the cost of all needed transport, so any other frivolties are on your gold piece.

Once the final pieces have been picked up, your job is then finished. Blasttrigger will take care of the shipping and handling of the items. You will then be contacted and your final payment will be negotiated.

~ N.D.

Taken from Too Many Annas, today/tonight I write about time and what it means to my characters! Being I have a bajillion characters on ThoBro, I'm just gonna pick a few...

Wow, I haven't updated in a while. This needs to change!

( The penmanship seems to have once been elegant, perhaps in another time, but now it seems rather haphazard. )

[Written in coded lettering]

The strength of will is something we, as a people, are quite familiar with. It is with our own unrelenting integrity that we press on through another day and resist the sway of our former prince and slavemaster. While I can safely say there is no member of the Horde that matches the intense drive of the Forsaken, I seem to always be surprised by those of an outer faction--The Scarlet Crusade. For years, the Deathguard and members of the Horde have been fighting them and no matter how many times they are driven back, they seem to always return. Like cockroaches, the Scarlets never truly stay dead...

To say that I have personal experiences with them is an understatement... In my earlier years as an interrogator, I honestly lost track of how many Scarlets were brought to the interrogation rooms. Whether it be out of a zealous sense of divine purpose, or perhaps brainwashing, nearly 99% of them would remain quiet. No matter what I did to them, whether it was taking my butcher's cleavers to their digits, psychological torture, or even devouring parts of them while they were quiet conscious... Rarely did any of them talk.

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I wake up today and what do I see? Pink and white rabbits having sex everywhere.

*Inkdrops*

I'm going back to bed.

[Written in coded shorthand and there are a good amount of inkdrops found towards the start of the entry]

It was a beautiful spring day in Lordaeron... Ekaterina and I decided to take Nikolai to the annual royal guard demonstration in Tirisfal Glades for the first time. It was much like the Argent Tournament, in ways, being it was both a military training exercise as well as a time for a bit of mirth and merriment. Nik loved seeing the knights on horseback and, while riding on the top of my shoulders, pointed at each and every one of them his wondering little eyes spotted.

I bought him a cheap wooden sword and shield while Kat busied herself browsing the local wares that were being peddled at the kiosks. We played Knight--I was his horse--and I galloped around with him on my shoulders, doing battle with a particularly nasty dragon/oak tree. I do not recall a time when I heard Nik laugh so much and so freely. He was always a cheerful boy, but I remember that one day especially.

[Inkdrops]

He would have been eighteen this year--old enough to enlist in the Lordaeron guard. I wager that, if he could, he'd be in this Argent Tournament and

[The entry stops abruptly there is a sharp line that extends from the bottom of the 'd' in "and", threatening to scratch out the rest of the words that were previously penned. Though it stopped once it reached the top of the page, leaving much of the writing intact and readable. There seems to be some further attempts to write new passages, most which were fully scratched out. Eventually, a single cryptic sentence was written near the bottom of the page, the penstrokes harsh and hard.]

Do not fail him.

[Written in coded shorthand]

Now I remember why I didn't much mind being thoroughly entrenched in paper-work and missions during my service in the Glades... I was so busy that I didn't have much time to think about anything else aside from work. It is in this that I was able to get through my first years within the Forsaken with relative ease, otherwise I would most likely find myself rotting at the bottom of whatever cliff I would have thrown my whimpering younger self from.

But no... While Icecrown is an ominous place, to be sure, it is also oddly peaceful. It is quiet--Completely still, with an occasional gust of hollow wind. So as I stand here on a rather lonely looking outcropping of frost-encrusted rock, I find myself watching the ominous silhouette of the Citadel in the distance. Many thoughts--thoughts that I haven't considered in years--have come welling up as I stare at that immovable mass of spiked saronite and ultimately find myself troubled. I am loathe to admit such a thing, but these are uncertain times we are all in. Doubly so for the Forsaken... After years of toiling, countless battles, and hardship, we are finally doing what we, as a people, have been craving to do for almost a decade; banging on the proverbial front door of Arthas' sanctum.

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• Known Name: Nathanel Redhand
• True Name: N/A
• Gender: Male
• Age: Early twenties, upon death
• Race: Forsaken
• Classification: Footman (Warrior)

• External Affiliation: Scourgebane Outriders
• Current Rank: Initiate
• Date of Initiation: April 11th, Year 29

• Area of Initial Contact: Northern Crusader Outpost, Tirisfal Glades

• Personality: Morose, un-trusting, and bitter. Typical attitude of the more vengeful types for the newly risen.

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• Known Name: Almondine Delacroix
• True Name: N/A
• Gender: Female
• Age: Roughly in her early twenties, or late teens, upon death.
• Race: Forsaken
• Classification: Priestess

• External Affiliation: Scourgebane Outriders
• Current Rank: Duskrider
• Date of Initiation: February 10th, Year 29

• Area of Initial Contact: Brill

• Personality: In one word: Wallflower. Very shy, mouse-like, doesn't make eye contact much. Tends to stammer.

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• Known Name: Norrell Sunseeker
• True Name: Born under the surname "Dawnchaser"
• Gender: Male
• Age: Appears to be the human equivalent of his early-mid twenties upon death. Actual age roughly in his sixties? ((*There is small scrap of paper clipped to this area that reads: "Personal note: Brush up on the lifespans of Azerothian races."*))
• Race: Sin'dorei (Blood Elf)
• Classification: Death Knight

• External Affiliation: Scourgebane Outriders
• Current Rank: Initiate
• Date of Initiation: March 23rd, Year 29

• Area of Initial Contact: Courtyard of the Ruins of New Avalon.

• Personality: Honor bound, yearns for justice and to become living again. Rather impetuous and quick to anger, especially when discussing his newfound life within unlife. Summed up: Delusional and unstable.

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Well, this meme has been fluttering around my Friends Page and I figured I'd give it a whirl as well! *Gleefully leaps onto the bandwagon*

The characters that I have who have enough backstory and personality to actually answer this meme are: Kiryl (Undead Death Knight), Almondine (Undead Priest), Rupprecht (Undead Rogue), Basajaun (Blood Elf Hunter-- Dear god, I made something with a pulse!?), Nicoise (Undead Mage).

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01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favorite color
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Turn-ons
08. Last sexual experience
09. Favorite food
10. Crushes
11. Favorite music
12. Biggest fear
13. Biggest fantasy
14. Quirks in bed
15. Bad habits
16. Biggest regret
17. Best kept secrets
18. Last thought
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience
20. Biggest insecurity

WOO! Finally... Took me more than a month to get around to making some? Oy.

Another quiet night in the Glade and the surrounding areas. Argent Crusade members still maintaining ground in the Plaguelands and steadily reducing the Scourge occupation there bit by bit. Sightings and apprehensions of informants, smugglers, and other charlatains have been few as of late. No signs of horde spies lurking around major apothacary holdings, assuming that they are lying low for the time being.

Scouts dispatched for 03/10 patrols: Deathguard Augustus, Deathstalker Rosenthorpe, Deathstalker Morren, Deathguard Winston.

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