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Symphony of Silvermoon: Catriah, missing

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Tyleril wandered the Bazaar with a direwolf following him. Atop the direwolf was a chubby green proto whelp and a young elven child with a deep seated scowl. He seems to be searching for something or someone as he walks up and down the shops, checking the corners and around the trees. The proto whelp gurgles, sitting carefully on the direwolf’s saddle in front of the elven child, The child is silent, fel-green eyes sharp as he looks around.

Tyleril goes down the walk of elders with the direwolf  following closely.  Atop the direwolf was a chubby green proto whelp and a young elven child with a deep seated scowl. He seems to be searching for something or someone as he walks up and down the street. “Cat!” the child calls out as he sees red hair- but no. The child scowls at the mage. 

Atop the direwolf was a chubby green proto whelp and a young elven child with a deep seated scowl. He seems to be searching for something or someone as they peer through store windows and look through the crowd. Tyleril’s frown grows deeper and the whelp lets out a soft whine.

Murder Row was the only place Tyleril searched alone. With the Priest’s halo he was easily spotted, a beacon of Light as he searched up and down the row, heedless of who was there or what they did. No prayers  or smiles were offered. His lips thin and the row is given one last search before he reluctantly leaves.

When they reach the Court of the Sun Buttons let out a unhappy gurgle, having grown tired of searching and finding nothing.  The elven child scowls as much as he had from the beginning while the direwolf follows Tyleril. Whatever the Priest searched for he was failing to find it. He begins to pray softly beneath his breath as they leave the Court of the Sun with nothing to show.

Farstrider’s Square was almost like a home for Tyleril and still he searched. Between shops, in the allys, asked the other merchants that knew him well. Catriah Phoenixhearth had not returned to stay at the forges, it seemed, and he had grown deeply worried for her. The elven child squints at unfamiliar shadows and faces. Buttons tries to be strong but one fat tear rolls down the whelp’s face.

A letter is delivered and he’s seen lingering, speaking quietly to another Blood Knight before leaving. The mood of Tyleril’s small adventuring party is somber.

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STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʟᴀᴍᴘs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɢ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ / ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀʀᴇ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ / ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴏғ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ / ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴠɪᴄᴇs / ᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴛɪᴄᴋs / sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ sᴀғᴇs.

FRANKENSTEIN, OR THE MODERN PROMETHEUS

ʀᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ / ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ / ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʀᴀɴɢᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ, sɴᴏᴡʏ ᴛᴏᴘs/ ғʀᴇɴᴢɪᴇᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ / ᴀ ᴄᴇᴍᴇᴛᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴅᴜsᴋ / sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜsᴇs / ᴀʟʟ-ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ / ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ / ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs /ɪɴᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ / ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ/ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ / ʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ sᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ.

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ / ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴇᴛᴛᴇ / ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ / ʙᴇᴇs ʟᴀᴢɪʟʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss / ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ / ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ / ᴀ ᴅᴜsᴛʏ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴄ / ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs / ɢᴜᴛ-ᴡʀᴇɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ / ᴀ ᴅɪᴍʟʏ-ʟɪᴛ sᴛᴀɢᴇ / ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ.

THE PRIVATE MEMOIRS AND CONFESSIONS OF A JUSTIFIED SINNER

ᴄʟɪғғs ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴍʙɪɢᴜᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴜʀᴋɪɴɢ / ᴇᴅɪɴʙᴜʀɢʜ’s ᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs / ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛʀʏ / ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ / ᴀ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ / ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ / sᴄᴏᴛᴛɪsʜ ʟᴀɪʀᴅs / sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ ᴍᴀsǫᴜᴇʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴜʀᴇ.

DRACULA

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇs / sᴜɪᴛᴏʀs ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ / ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇs ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs / ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs / ᴀʀɪsᴛᴏᴄʀᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs / ᴀ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʀɪsɪɴɢ / ʜᴏʀsᴇs’ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛʜ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ / ᴡᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴇᴠɪʟ.

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

ғᴏɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀs / ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ / ᴀ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ / ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜs, sɴᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢs / ᴀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ / ᴀ ᴛʜᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏsᴇs / ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ / ɢʜᴏsᴛs / ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴅ / ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴛ / ᴡᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ / ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ.

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ocarina-of-what:

“Suns above does he drive me to insanity. He talks incessantly and never seems to stop that annoying smile. Always looking so pleased with how things are. Can you imagine being like that? Doesn’t his face hurt? I wish he would bother someone else for once.”

There is a long, silent pause before Adrianal speaks again, quieter this time.

“He is a good man…despite all the frustrations I have of him. A hard worker and fiercely devoted to his patients and the Sunguard. Some of his skills are wanting but he is a gifted healer and ready to learn new methods to make him better and faster. Sometimes, just sometimes, he even knows what he’s talking about. I don’t…find myself getting headaches when he’s around anymore with that incessant cheer. When he stops by my desk I don’t find his presence so frustrating. I think I even…might like talking to him now and again.”

“Not all the TIME of course and by the Suns don’t fucking tell him that. He’d really never leave me alone then!”

@tyleril-silversword

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varae-ver-you-are:

“Dad, it’s butt’s o’clock in the morning and I have class in a few hours. Why are we here?” Arae whined and lowered his head onto the table, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I-I thought you’d like pancakes and you sounded awake already.” 

“I was studying for class.”

“And your brain needs f-food, so what better place to come t-than here?” 

“Did you just get back from seeing Dad?” 

Tyleril’s eyes grew wide and he laughed, “W-What? What makes you say that?” 

“It’s 3 in the morning and we’re getting pancakes.”

Tyleril: I AM INNOCENT

An interview with an Altruist: Tyleril Silversword

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An interview with an Altruist: Tyleril Silversword

► Name ➔    “Tyleril Silversword.”

► Are you single ➔ “No, I have five significant others.”

► Are you happy ➔   “Yes.”

► Are you angry? ➔   “No.”

► Are your parents still married ➔   “Until they died they were.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Quel’thalas, in a part of Silvermoon that has not existed since the end of the third war.”
► Hair Color ➔ “Mahogany.”
► Eye Color ➔ “Gold.”
► Birthday ➔ “October 19th”
► Mood ➔ “Anxious.”
► Gender ➔ “Male.”
► Summer or winter ➔ “Summer.”
► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “There’s different degrees of it, but yes.”
► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Love, like anything worth having, takes time.”
► Who ended your last relationship ➔ His lips twist and he looks away.
► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Yes.”
► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I am used to them.”
► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yes. Significant others and Buttons”
► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I don’t believe so.”
► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Uh, maybe?”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Love.”
► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Whelplings.”
► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few suits me fine.”
► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “I would prefer a quiet night.”
► Day or night ➔ “Both.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Not yet.”
► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “A few times”
► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes. With every reminder of my beating heart.”
► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Yes. But my life does not allow for such a thing.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Smile.”
► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Shorter.”
► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “Intelligence.”
► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Relationship. Though two years ago hook up w-would have been, ah, preferable.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Yes.  I get along with my children very well.”
► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “No. Rough at the edges and sometimes I stumble. But I like this.”
► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Yes.”
► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Briefly, once..”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No.”
► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Yes.”
► Who is your best friend ➔ “I can have six or seven, right?”
► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Nobody.”

Exhaustion: Slowly Finding Out

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For my husband,

How long has it been since my last letter? You never learned to read but I always hope with each letter I send perhaps some of the essence of it reaches you. That by writing it absolves me of some of the damage I did to you. 

Does it? No. But I pretend anyway to make myself feel like less of a jackass. Less like garbage.

Samiel is doing well. Celtrois has been giving good reports on what he’s done. Him and Buttons are fighting less and he spends time with Laz. Samiel’s grown very fond of Laz. Absolain and Absolain’s daughter Astrelline also seem very fond of him and though it has been a bumpy road I’m happy to see he has his own network. If he could control that sharp tongue he’d be doing well. You laughed when he was younger and tore up old books and now I think you’d beam with pride to see him focus on his spellcraft. He has gotten more knowledgeable and slowly I can see Celtrois’s teaching shaping his work.

As for me it seems my friends and lovers are slowly pushing me out of habits. Aestus will boot me out of my forges if he thinks I am exhausted, Solidor will put in a little extra work to ensure there’s less for us in the morning. The twins watch me but they give me puppy eyes and you know more than anyone how hard it is for me to say no to that. Reynllin will get me to sleep in if he can and rub my aching muscles. Thanelor does not complain but says he’s noted it and ‘ not to think he hasn’t noticed’. He takes care of me when I’m so exhausted I sink into the couch with no complaints. I adore that man. All of them really. It feels wrong not to physically ache when I leave work. 

I feel like its the only way to escape you sometimes. When I’m to tired to focus the memories don’t rise to the surface with all the regret and sorrow. I suppose it just became how I coped with it. Perhaps for to long. But some part of me likes it. It makes the rest of the world go away. It’s been on my mind for years if you would care what i’ve done with myself. Would you? I ask myself that often but when I look in the dark woods I’m still terrified of what I might see.

A reflection, perhaps, of my own making. 

Work otherwise goes well. We’re turning a decent profit. Aestus has improved in his work at a steady pace and Catriah’s skill with etching has only gotten better. Bai-Heng’s presence at the forges is appreciated and I enjoy seeing his skill. Solidor works overnight and admittedly having someone who is around and needs no sleep has been a huge relief. Luneth is at my forges frequently. I worry about him at times for he often goes from one end to the other. I want to say I have an idea of what he’s doing but in truth I do not. After the Solidarity Festival I admit that maybe I’m worrying and it’s baseless but still I do. The Light whispers.

I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel like a painted ornament. But when I start asking I feel lost and adrift. I don’t want to do nothing, to have no plans. I have other worries, other things that I watch. But those I will not give voice to, not even to you on a paper I’m going to burn.

I am always so very tired. I do not feel as if being less tired will make things better. But slowly, it feels, as if I’ll find out. 

I also, spoke with someone I am, in part, responsible for an affliction in their life. We spoke of my halo and their affliction. How what they’re born born of has come to define me and them. Sacrifice. I don’t know where the word came from but when I wanted to help him I knew exactly what my halo was borne from, how it defined me. 

I don’t know what to think of it now. I don’t know where the words came from inside of me. I’ve never thought on it before. Not that or the whispers in my hearing that come from no man or woman. 

I feel like an onion but in truth I just want to be a hammer. A simple tool that has many uses and is effective but it is always just a hammer. It is nothing more or less when you take the hammer apart or peel away the varnish on the handle.

I wish I knew what else to write but for now I will simply say good night.

-Tyleril