Objective: Write small stories written around a single word.
Theme: World of Warcraft
Stories 42-50
42. Strange
Vanity Vaughn Jones sat in the back of the carriage, bored but busy. She had to get ready for her next "appointment," and was adjusting things - lining up the seam in her stockings, fixing it up so her lipstick was perfect, shit, was that a smudge in her eyeliner? The elegant carriage pulled by four black geldings was in stop and go traffic, so she had some time to herself when she was done. Her strange protege was her lifeline and she banged on the roof to get his attention. Reclining comfortably again on silk cushions, Vanity the sexy gnome lit her pipe.
(written by my husband, WoW-ified by me)
43. Summer
Leaves on the vine fell to the ground and all the memories she had of summer seemed to fade with each leaf piled up. When the wind came to blow them away, Eledaine sadly rose to her feet and turned away, walking far from Goldshire and its bittersweet reputation.
44. Taboo
Drakomira flitted easily over the terrain on her whisper-soled boots. The loud, breaking crashing sound off to her right broke her quiet reverie.
"Suru! Won't you be silent?" Her voice snapped like the twigs under the trolls' feet.
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-doo! Everyt'ing I do is taboo! Watch ya feet, watch ya shoe--do what Dorko-mira do!"
It took all her willpower not to slit his throat where he stood.
45. Ugly
"Tell me where he is or ye'll be wearing a red grin afore the sun sets, me pretty lass!"
Vicaleni began to cry, her lower lip quivering. "I don't know where my daddy is. He sent me away. He sent me away."
Disgusted, the ugly dwarf dropped the little draenei girl to the floor. "Eprites will die for this an' if ye can't help me, ye share yer papa's fate!"
Little Vica screamed and beat on his grubby pants with her fists as he flailed to keep her off him. Before she knew it, blue lightning sprung from her hands and struck her assailant in the chest, throwing him across the room.
"Ye'll pay for that, lass!" Highgarden fled, leaving the door open behind him.
46. War
When the war came, the Watchmen were bereft
Their dear Captain one dark day left
No longer of faith, their hope did break
And all her men attended her wake.
47. Water
There was a lightness in Cylus' step today. For the first time in a week, she did not dread the dawn. Where her anger had been threatening to boil over, scalding those around her, today was different. Lately, she had been so consumed with fury. The normally friendly greetings directed at her had been regarded with bitter suspicion. A cold rift had been spreading between her and these comrades.
Today the sun rose, and she didn't have to bottle her feelings like a volatile rum, ready to explode. Today she was cool like water.
48. Welcome
Cylus charged, swinging her sword in a great swath before her cutting down several orcs. Calling on the Light, the ground shuddered under her feet as another red-eyed slavering monster succumbed to the holy strikes. She had been riding hard for Honor Hold when they had ambushed her. She handled the onslaught well until attracting the attention of two helboars. Getting a better grip on her greatsword, she eviscerated an orc and then whirled on the twin beasts. "Light take you!" Exorcising the demons tasked her greatly, leaving her vulnerable to a barely parried mace and a swift clip to her knee. Her legguard deflected most of the blow but caused her to stumble to the sideoff-balance. A sparkling shield surrounded Cylus as she took a steady breath, and sought a potion. Scowling at the remaining orc and two boars beating at her impenetrable wall, her hand went instead to her flask of mead. The brew gone in seconds, Cylus charged again, a fire in her belly.
Moments later she was riding, Honor Hold a welcome sight to her weary eyes. Seeking respite, she made arrangements for a room at the inn changing her mind when she noticed an elven woman by the stairs.
49. Winter
"Dayonarra, I hope your flight was safe."
Clad in the ever popular red winter outfit that seemed to be all the rage this season, the night elf bounced from her seat to salute Cylus. The paladin found the accent charming, and the conversation pleasant enough. Dayonarra was animated, and fiercely devoted to the large wolf with the gentle eyes. A movement from the corner of her eye caused her gaze to dance away and fall on Halvard. Smartly dressed, he hailed her and had a seat, perched like a gargoyle guardian on the rail behind her chair. It felt good to have them around her. For a while at least, she let herself be distracted paying only half a mind to the conversation.
50. Wood
"Julienus had appointed Cylus to lead the Watchmen. I know because she sent me the letter, two days before she passed." The tall woman strode over to them, her plate mail hardly rattling. "Cylus." Lady Katherine placed her hands on the young woman's shoulders, sighing heavily. "We have no wish to deny Juli's wish. But he's right. This name is stained with your mother's blood. I think she would want peace."
Lord Shadowbreaker shot Katherine a stunned look, clearly disagreeing with her last statement. "Peace? Hah. Did you know your mother threw this table?" His knuckles rapped sharply on the large slabs of wood that was his crude desk. "Pregnant to bursting too."
Cylus looked at the table, uncertain even she could do such a thing.
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Theme: World of Warcraft
Stories 42-50
42. Strange
Vanity Vaughn Jones sat in the back of the carriage, bored but busy. She had to get ready for her next "appointment," and was adjusting things - lining up the seam in her stockings, fixing it up so her lipstick was perfect, shit, was that a smudge in her eyeliner? The elegant carriage pulled by four black geldings was in stop and go traffic, so she had some time to herself when she was done. Her strange protege was her lifeline and she banged on the roof to get his attention. Reclining comfortably again on silk cushions, Vanity the sexy gnome lit her pipe.
(written by my husband, WoW-ified by me)
43. Summer
Leaves on the vine fell to the ground and all the memories she had of summer seemed to fade with each leaf piled up. When the wind came to blow them away, Eledaine sadly rose to her feet and turned away, walking far from Goldshire and its bittersweet reputation.
44. Taboo
Drakomira flitted easily over the terrain on her whisper-soled boots. The loud, breaking crashing sound off to her right broke her quiet reverie.
"Suru! Won't you be silent?" Her voice snapped like the twigs under the trolls' feet.
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-doo! Everyt'ing I do is taboo! Watch ya feet, watch ya shoe--do what Dorko-mira do!"
It took all her willpower not to slit his throat where he stood.
45. Ugly
"Tell me where he is or ye'll be wearing a red grin afore the sun sets, me pretty lass!"
Vicaleni began to cry, her lower lip quivering. "I don't know where my daddy is. He sent me away. He sent me away."
Disgusted, the ugly dwarf dropped the little draenei girl to the floor. "Eprites will die for this an' if ye can't help me, ye share yer papa's fate!"
Little Vica screamed and beat on his grubby pants with her fists as he flailed to keep her off him. Before she knew it, blue lightning sprung from her hands and struck her assailant in the chest, throwing him across the room.
"Ye'll pay for that, lass!" Highgarden fled, leaving the door open behind him.
46. War
When the war came, the Watchmen were bereft
Their dear Captain one dark day left
No longer of faith, their hope did break
And all her men attended her wake.
47. Water
There was a lightness in Cylus' step today. For the first time in a week, she did not dread the dawn. Where her anger had been threatening to boil over, scalding those around her, today was different. Lately, she had been so consumed with fury. The normally friendly greetings directed at her had been regarded with bitter suspicion. A cold rift had been spreading between her and these comrades.
Today the sun rose, and she didn't have to bottle her feelings like a volatile rum, ready to explode. Today she was cool like water.
48. Welcome
Cylus charged, swinging her sword in a great swath before her cutting down several orcs. Calling on the Light, the ground shuddered under her feet as another red-eyed slavering monster succumbed to the holy strikes. She had been riding hard for Honor Hold when they had ambushed her. She handled the onslaught well until attracting the attention of two helboars. Getting a better grip on her greatsword, she eviscerated an orc and then whirled on the twin beasts. "Light take you!" Exorcising the demons tasked her greatly, leaving her vulnerable to a barely parried mace and a swift clip to her knee. Her legguard deflected most of the blow but caused her to stumble to the sideoff-balance. A sparkling shield surrounded Cylus as she took a steady breath, and sought a potion. Scowling at the remaining orc and two boars beating at her impenetrable wall, her hand went instead to her flask of mead. The brew gone in seconds, Cylus charged again, a fire in her belly.
Moments later she was riding, Honor Hold a welcome sight to her weary eyes. Seeking respite, she made arrangements for a room at the inn changing her mind when she noticed an elven woman by the stairs.
49. Winter
"Dayonarra, I hope your flight was safe."
Clad in the ever popular red winter outfit that seemed to be all the rage this season, the night elf bounced from her seat to salute Cylus. The paladin found the accent charming, and the conversation pleasant enough. Dayonarra was animated, and fiercely devoted to the large wolf with the gentle eyes. A movement from the corner of her eye caused her gaze to dance away and fall on Halvard. Smartly dressed, he hailed her and had a seat, perched like a gargoyle guardian on the rail behind her chair. It felt good to have them around her. For a while at least, she let herself be distracted paying only half a mind to the conversation.
50. Wood
"Julienus had appointed Cylus to lead the Watchmen. I know because she sent me the letter, two days before she passed." The tall woman strode over to them, her plate mail hardly rattling. "Cylus." Lady Katherine placed her hands on the young woman's shoulders, sighing heavily. "We have no wish to deny Juli's wish. But he's right. This name is stained with your mother's blood. I think she would want peace."
Lord Shadowbreaker shot Katherine a stunned look, clearly disagreeing with her last statement. "Peace? Hah. Did you know your mother threw this table?" His knuckles rapped sharply on the large slabs of wood that was his crude desk. "Pregnant to bursting too."
Cylus looked at the table, uncertain even she could do such a thing.
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