[When the Blood Elf speaks, his voice sounds a little strained; tired. All of this potential infighting and the Horde versus the one Alliance present is getting to him, though he does his best to appear jovial and smug, as usual.Patrolling as usual - though I may pause here and there to gather some more herbs if I can find any. The ones that look ( Read more... )

Aureln...

[His voice is soft, polite, and a touch questioning.]

Would you ...accompany me to the Festival?

[A very long pause. And then a snort, followed by.]

Aureln...?

[Whicker.]

[So basically, Duib technically won his bet. But the fae decided to mess with him a little and, well... He's currently hanging out at the edge of town near the bridge, decked out in a gorgeous saddle and everything. Evidently he lost for winning?]

[The screen flickers on to reveal Duibhin seated at the tiny table in his home, a single candle providing scant illumination. He eyes it with irritation before those felfire eyes slide towards the screen.]

I trust everyone is back safe now? Were those of you affected by those amulets changed back in due measure?

[He leans forward a little, ( Read more... )

So...he is gone, then.

It's better that way...is it not? Not here, complaining about the cold. I am certain wherever he is wrong is preferable to here...for him at least.

There are others gone as well, how many of us remain? Someone mentioned that a few humans were gone, and while I haven't seen Aureln as of late, I don't think-

[Or more, doesn' ( Read more... )