[Slurred Paladin speech is a go! Turalyon, thankfully, is feeling loosened up by this... castle-induced drunkenness, and he's decided to take a page from the dwarves' book. Brann and company deserve no less than to have their race represented in absentia.]

So, what's everyone's favorite drinking songs?

( Private )

About this... 'bachelorette auction.'

What is the purpose of it? This hardly seems like an ideal way to start a romantic relationship.

[Not long after this and the accompanied roaring, a hastily spoken warning appears over the journal.]

Alexstrasza is here! The Dragon Queen! Get indoors if you can, she... there may be danger!

[A minute later, after some counseling...]

Everyone, listen, please. Do not bother the dragon, and don't attack her.

[Better than panicking, right?]

[Poof. After spending what felt like forever transformed into a potted plant in his room, damn the castle, Turalyon is suddenly back to human shape and absolutely livid. The last thing he remembers as a person is some kid with red hair asking him if he'd seen Alleria...]

What's going on here? Where are the people that have disappeared?

[This is unacceptable.

Turalyon woke up today to find himself in a horrible costume. One that won't come off, no matter what he tries. He's also locked out of his room, and staring through the eyeholes in his costume at his unopenable door and trying to flip through his journal with his large, unwieldy hands. No, this is not good....The castle's ( Read more... )

[What a weird month it's been for this old Paladin. His lady shows up, he keeps a secret from her, she couches him, then there's Arthas, and they have a very unsatisfying fight, and... blah. Everything sucks, which is why he's spent a good while meditating and fasting and trying to listen to the Light like a good little warrior-priest. Now, it's ( Read more... )

[As he is so often wont to do, Turalyon is in the kitchen, making himself some food. It's soup, in case you were wondering, made on the stovetop because he doesn't trust the microwave yet. There's something weird about him today, though: there's a golden, gently spinning exclamation point above his head. It's sitting there, spinning in place. ( Read more... )

( Sylvanas )

[In the church today, you people that frequent it will find someone new. Blond dude, kinda big, wearing medieval-looking casual clothes, sitting off to the side reading from a goddamn huge book. You sensitive to holy energy? It's just dripping off him, son. He's got his journal sitting next to him, but it's closed.

Come bother y/y?]