Arisia Ic

“Enter!” The voice was low and gruff, making Arisia pause before entering the dwelling. She shot her brother a look, raising one pale brow and shaking her head. She sighed softly, then walked in. Whisper paused before following, looking left, then right, then shifting intangible as if trying to become invisible. The cat made a soft sound, one of worry, but followed his mistress.

Caylon tilted his head, wondering when the trip had become so ill-omened. He’d thought it a simple one– carting a scroll from one town to a hermit of a druid and returning any reply. He ran the words to a spell through his mind, in case an escape was needed and followed the others. No fan of surprises, except ones that ended with him in a warm bed with a soft someone and a full stomach, he wished the day long over.

She looked the room over as she entered; Arisia deciding instantly that she was not fond of the home or the owner. Her nose wrinkled at the acrid scent of sweat, herbs, smoke and something other. The hair on the back of her neck rose, and she tensed as she saw the dark form on the far side of the huge fireplace. Ari stopped, feeling Whisper press his head to the back of her knee. When her brother came up beside her, she turned, wanting this whole audience over.

Caylon opened his bag and pulled out the scroll they’d carried for the last seven days. “Here you go, Sir– this is from Druid Stormcenter of Thunder Bluff… he said you were..”

“HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS ABOMINATION BEFORE ME!” The voice roared in anger, and from the shadows came a huge Taurean, hands sparking with quick-forming lightning. Caylon dropped the scroll and began whispering the last words of the spell he’d prepared, pulling back as he felt WHisper leap forwards towards the druid, ears pinned.

Arisia Ib

It was a nasty fight; three undead, one even a mage, all eager to drag both elves to their side of life. Arisia spun, dove and wove a deadly dance of arrow and blade while Whisper moved in and out, aiding his mistress with agile fangs and lightning blows from his razor-sharp claws. Moving to the edge of the fight, Caylon kept his sister and her cat healed, taking opportune moments to add a few spells to the fray, locking the undead into place, and zapping them with energy from his end.

As the last zombie dropped to the ground, Arisia drooped for a second, then shook her head. She checked for first Whisper, and then her brother. Shouldering her bow, she let her brother kick at the remains, amused when he found a handful of silvers and an odd pendant. She went to stand next to him, peering down at the glowing jewel. “Pretty” she mused, poking at it with a finger.

Caylon shrugged. “Want it? It doesn’t do much for me, honestly.” He looped a chain on his pointer and swinging it towards his sister. He did like it, actually, but Ris seemed to like it and there would be more found in time. He smiled and winked at his sister when she took it from his hand and slipped the chain over her neck. As it touched her skin, there was a small flash, but nothing more. Caylon frowned, but let it go… making mental note to check the jewel out when they finally found a safe bed for the night.

Arisia I

“I don’t like the road.” The slender elven hunter sighed and drew her cloak tighter around herself. She knew she was being petulant and whiny, and that her brother was just as wet and cold as she was, but she wasn’t feeling especially fair at this moment in time. Riss grimaced as she passed under branches that streamed even more chill gray water down on her head and tried pulling the hood further over her face. She stomped through the puddles defiantly, as if daring her brother to say something.

Caylon rolled his eyes, but refused to rise to his sister’s bait. He might have chosen to move on rather than stay camped, but sleeping in mud was about as palatable as walking through it, and despite his sister’s complaints now, he knew that a tavern waited at the end of this day long tramp in late spring chill. He eyes the ghostly cat that appeared from the mist, moving to Arisia’s side and smiled; he’d worked hard with his sister to find that beast, and he’d wanted to quit more than once, but one look at the pleading in Riss’ eyes and he was lost. At the least it earned it’s keep, unlike other pets Arisia had brought home over the years.

The road ahead broke off into two paths; east and west. Caylon paused, waiting for Arisia to stomp up before continuing. “We can go East and turn in those items we’ve collected for that Druid, or West for a tavern– up to you, grumpy.”

Shooting her brother a look, Arisia was about to reply when a roar and crashing exploded from the brush nearby. Whisper spun and ran towards the sound, as did his Mistress, drawing her bow. Caylon sighed, then readied a spell in his mind… he hated unexpected fights!

Meeting Up…

Antarae ran into a very low level warlock and decided the poor cracked undead needed a hand. He convinced Yersinia to take a trip to Brill and get the poor guy settled into the groove of things. Well, Gene is every bit as insane as promised, but rather than driving Yersinia to distraction, something odd is happening. It seems Gene’s insanity is touching some tiny part of Yersinia, and there might be something growing out of this odd duo.

He is still quite mad, however…

Finishing up…

I forgot the newest entry to the cadre of RP toons. Enter my undead warlock, Diagenesis. Yes, he was named for a joke; for those unknowing, diagenesis is part of the clinical process of decomposition. We call him Gene, and that’s that.

Gene was an apprentice to a mage who never had any intention of really teaching Gene a thing. Instead, he got a full time servant he could lord over and treat like crap without any fear of reprisals. Gene spent most of his time reading and memorizing the ‘glamorous’ spells of being a warlock, as Magery seemed boring, never having seen what his Master really once could do. He was a shy, quiet man who was treated far nastier than he deserved– beaten, starved, and overworked for a man who really deserved a messy death.

On a shopping trip for his master, he stopped at an inn and traded a few hours cleaning the stables for a good meal and an overnight stay. Everyone in the tavern ate well of the bread made with poisoned grain, and of the stew made with poisoned vegetables and sadly, everyone within died. Gene spent his last remaining hours laying in a room filled with corpses, and it drove him quite mad.

He awoke a few days later, reborn, as it were, to undeath. Oddly, the magery he had was stronger, and without much effort he pulled himself to the new teachers he found waiting, soon being able to summon his first demon, an imp. As he has grown used to this new life, amused at finally finding teachers willing to teach him, he’s a happier person, sadly, and while a bit crackers, is a friendly, cheerful warlock.

Gene is human formed undead, about 6 feet tall and very thin. He has eerie green glowing eyes, shaggy brown hair, and very dead looking skin. Gene chats with his imp, and think of them as partners rather than servants. While bizarre, he is amusing, and a fun person to travel with.

The Others…

Along for the ride are some toons owned by the other half. They tend to interact often with mine, for obvious reasons, and thus, you might need to know about them.

First up is Caylon BrightHawk, Arisia’s younger brother. He’s a quite handsome blood elf priest. Long hair that starts out silver and shades to dark is his crowning glory, and the wee prig enjoys tossing it often. He has luminous spring green eyes, golden skin, and is a clothes horse of epic proportions. Cay often complains of being horny, but is more often all bluster. He is good natured, adores his sister, and would do anything for the people he loves.

Next up is YersiniaP. She was once a lovely young priestess named Ellery who studied disease in the hope of upping the survival rate of the very young, mothers in need, and the elderly. When living, she was a 30 year old human female with long red hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. Sometime nearly a year ago she fell ill after eating at a inn while traveling and after 48 hours, died horribly in a camp near the town of Southshore. She was never found, but it was a moot point, as she was reborn several weeks later, a victim of the poisoned grain the Forsaken are using to turn as many of the living as possible. Ellery knew that hanging to the past was impossible, so she renamed herself after one of the most horrifying disease she knew of, and spends her time alternating between wishing for vengeance against the universe and trying to get along in the unlife she has now. As Yersinia, she is vaguely whole, with glowing, piercing eyes and washed out dark hair. She prefers enveloping robes that hide her from the universe, and has few she is even cordial towards.

To Start…

I suppose a good beginning would be to introduce everyone. I am Anne. I write. I love to take people away into one of my tales. Someday, I’d like to really be published, but for now, this will do. I enjoy World of Warcraft for the opportunity to enter a world and BE something entire different than myself.

Arisia BrightHawk is a young female blood elf hunter. Short for an elf, she is very slender and nearly sexless in appearance. Ari has very short, curly white-gold hair with huge luminescent emerald eyes, would dress in jarringly bright colors if she could. She adores her younger brother, Caylon (a priest who spends most of his time hunting for yet another a handsome man or lovely woman) and her pair of pets. Whisper is a ghostly cat that seems to phase in and out of existence. He has huge teal eyes, and his coat is silky smooth whiteness with stark black and grey rosettes, and he adores his mistress. Chiffon is a huge pink tallstrider who looks like a cotton candy colored flamingo with an attitude problem. Chiffy is sweet, but very dumb, and as she is hopeless on the road, she lives in a lovely golden cage with Arisia’s Aunt Teague in Silvermoon City. Ari is a free spirit who isn’t sure the road is for her. She travels as her father (a mage who died in the Outland, fighting in Kael’thas legions) filled her with tales of the outside world, but is not quite sure that she should not simple find a nice man, settle down, and have a passel of children in Silvermoon City herself.

Antarae Lightstorm is a mage who struggles daily with the very power that fills his veins. He is the sole remnant of a family of mages, all of whom gave in and have since become Wretched, a fate Tari fears will be his own someday soon. He is a handsome slender man with long chestnut hair and the usual green eyes, although his are darker than many. Tari is fascinated by anything mechanical, and can get obsessed with puzzles or anything that needs to be put together. He wants to know WHY things do what they do, as opposed to simply using an object, and has often gotten lost carefully pulling something apart, and then putting it back together. He is a good mage, but would be happier locked in a workroom with loads of toold– he might be the ONLY person EVER to *want* to go to Gnomerigan.

Arcturia is a lovely Draenei Hunter. She is young, and arrogant, and yet very lonely. She has midnight blue skin, and silky straight hair of a lovely dark blue hue that flows a bit below her shoulders, parted on the left side, and often dipping into her sparkling grey eyes. She is all business as she continues on her path as a Hunter, wanting to earn respect for her family, most of whom died in the crash. She has one brother, Zandein, a shaman. He is older than she, a cold man who rarely deals with his sister. Her first pet was a ravager named cuddlebug, but she was handed a ghostly kitten by a Blood Elf while adventuring, startling her, as she’d always assumed an enemy was an enemy. ShadowSong is a sweet cat who may be a good indication of the person her mistress is, deep inside.