[A hand slaps at the communicator, jarring it into activity. There's no video, only the sound of someone sleeping rather restlessly, wherever they are. They sigh, and something seems to startle them awake, as they gasp, unaware of the communicator's presence.A...terrible dream? I suppose so. One would think Thunder Bluff was more peaceful than that ( Read more... )

...It's better that they returned back home. With winter coming, Lazzulah's raptors would be hard-pressed to endure the cold easily. It would be akin to them trying to survive in the Storm Peaks, and that's just cruel. And Garnath...

[Duib's voice is solemn, and he is quiet for several moments before sighing. Even the consideration of animals ( Read more... )

[The communicator is turned on with a grunt from its owner, followed by a rather pained gasp. The elf sits up, his voice closer to the communicator as he speaks, all but gritting his teeth in pain.]

If someone could come into the forest and assist me...I would be most ...appreciative.

[Because he is loathe to say grateful. There's another hiss ( Read more... )

[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... )

You know what?

[Slender fingers grip the communicator, the expression on the elf's face one of carefully-guarded anger, as well as no small amount of humiliation he's working to hide.]

I am getting rather tired of these daily trials we go through. I enjoyed my childhood well enough when I had it, and I have no desire to ever relive that part of ( Read more... )

[ Duibhín stares at the screen as he flicks it on, those felfire eyes alight with his usual glower. Not as usual though, is the rage contorting his face.]

Those...those creatures took my horse! She's gone and she would never leave her stable without me! Why, Feathers and her were like friends!

[As much as a dinosaur and an undead fel horse can ( Read more... )

[He doesn't quite trust himself with the video function just yet. But Duib's voice is....strangely quiet. And serious. In a different way than usual, holding some tone of graciousness to it.]

Ah...I feel ...better now, at least.

[The addiction isn't gone, likely never will be, but intensive meditation has taken the edge off for the time being. ( Read more... )

Ugh.

[The communicator is snatched up and flickered on as Duibhín carefully sits up. He looks disheveled, his robe bunched towards his knees and his hair mussed and windblown. Somewhere, off to the side is a whinny that sounds suspiciously like laughter. Green eyes glare in that direction before he turns his attention towards the communicator. ( Read more... )

[The video feed is jostled on, not by Duib himself, but by something unseen. It goes unnoticed to the blood elf, who seems asleep at first, curled up against the wall on the pallet of a bed that's in his home. His robe is folded off to the side (presumably to keep it clean), leaving him dressed in close fitting black trousers and a plain grey shirt ( Read more... )