[A calm winter day. Soft snow. Duibhín sighs softly, and the communicator might take in the faint sounds of his feet crunching through snow, pausing now and then, presumably as he picks an herb along the way.]

You know...I had not thought I would spend a second Winterveil here.

[His voice is deceptively calm, as if he doesn't want to betray too ( Read more... )

I'm glad the whole lot of ..that is over.

[Muttering in another language, a few residents might recognize it as Thalassian, others will just hear a very melodic string of what amounts to curse words and agitated nonsense.]

Fel, where is that damned bloodthistle...

Ah! There you are!

[There's an inhaling sound a short time later...and then an ( 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... )

[A brush of static, a soft voice. Duibhín sighs softly, his voice closed to emotion as best it can be.]

Izuna has gone missing. And yet his personal effects remain. I believe...it is safe to say that he has either returned from whence he came...or taken elsewhere.

[There's a pause there, and the elf seems about to say more before simply turning ( Read more... )

Home...

[The word is a warm one, and the formerly sullen elf sounds positively elated at this turn of events. He even somehow looks better, standing off to the side in a corner lit with a primitive torch as he is.]

The Undercity! and it's all here, that moldy smell in the trade center, the heady magic in the Magic Quarter, all of it! I'm home!

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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... )

[The communicator dangles from someone's belt, flipping on and showing the path he takes. The person is on the back of what appears to be a horse, the black beast's head encased in leather.]

Where...Midnight, where did you lead me? This isn't Ashenvale! Darkshore, then, perhaps.

[The familiar voice of Duibhin is heard. The horse whinnies, tossing ( Read more... )

[Guess whose gotten enough magic lately to keep him settled for awhile? Guess who looks healthy and glowing, and not quite as pale? That's right. This elf here. In fact, he seems downright smug if you look carefully behind that stoic mask he has up.]

With that damned mist long gone everything can go back to normal around here. Even if normal ( Read more... )