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Story: Descent
Alerts rang across the ship in their clamor for attention, as the crew ran helter skelter attempting to extinguish the electrical fires. The ship continued in its sweeping, uncontrolled descent over Ilum. Its Captain, a young Imperial Officer recently promoted to the position, took off her cap to put some stray hairs back into their place, as if to ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Education of the Missives ((Clarification))
OOC:
Those last two entries are backdated about two weeks.
Just by the way. The first entry, the letters between Caeryn & Marcus Rosse - are about 10 days old.
The second story, the interaction between Montgomery Pyre & Marcus Rosse - is about 5 days old.
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Story: Marcus Rosse Makes his Move
Montgomery Pyre walked the Undercity’s darkened and less traveled corridors with his usual confident swagger. His eyes were focused on some documentation he carried in his hands, whistling some plaintive tune, discordant with his saunter. His carriage displayed to those who may have laid their eyes on him as a Forsaken in control of his station, ( Read more... ) -
A Series of Letters: Four
To: C.P.
From: M. Rosse
Re: Events
Regardless of your misunderstanding of my last missive, the events that have transpired have only escalated since your catnapping stunt. If you would heed my advice and cease and desist all ridiculous hangings on in Kalimdor immediately, and return to the Undercity with haste, I would appreciate it.
- M.R.
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Story: Tip of the Glacier
- 4 months prior to the present -
In an office stuffy with its own ironic opulence sat two mobile corpses. They were stiff in their immobile positions, perusing documentation, each one of their clawed fingers reading each piece of ciphered communication carefully, so as not to miss out on nuance. Neither corpse shifted in his respective chair for ( Read more... ) -
A Series of Letters: Three
To: C.P.
From: M. Rosse
Re: To be Read
Miss Peyton, There is a matter in the Glades of some urgency that requires your attention. You may find it behooves you to return with haste. While I cannot divulge exact details, they may interest you.
There is no need to respond.
- Marcus
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Story: Inception
- 8 months prior to the present -
“Do come in, my dear man,” Anthony Olin’s voice dripping as darkly as his black teeth. “I have prepared beverages for our little chat, would you care to partake?”
Montgomery Pyre surveyed the room. It was sparse enough in its opulence; curtains hung mockingly over absent windows, framed silhouettes of native Tirisfal ( Read more... ) -
A Series of Letters: Two
To: C.P.
From: M. Pyre
What food does your pet enjoy?
Dead fish, I would think.
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Story: Infiltration
Name: Caeryn Matilda Peyton
Gender: Female
Race: Forsaken
Age: 28 at death
Subjective: “I will say this once, Captain. I get what I want.”
History: Subject is a decaying Forsaken who has spent the better part of the last six years as a desk officer under the observation of Marcus Rosse. In that time she has committed several acts of insubordination, ( Read more... ) -
A Series of Letters: One
To: C.P.
From: A. Olin
You should have arrived at your destination safely.
Your accommodations have been arranged. You will find yourself staying in Orgrimmar.
This should be a fun and new experience for you. Do enjoy.
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To: C.P.
From: M. Rosse
RE: New Arrangement
I wish for you to know that I’d nothing to do with your current situation. Had I any mind ( Read more... )