Setting
A far away voice seemed to call out "racist" but it was too faint to make out.My, my you'll want to get something for that power issue, I've been noticing quite a few black outs in this dirty little human hole.
She tapped a cat claw against her chin in thought as she looked up through a sky light at the dimming sky.I would suggest some form of personal generator, preferably not gasoline based, that icky goop is horrible for both the environment and the wallet.
She chuckled again and began preening her free white wing, stretching it and nibbling at feathers.There are plenty of Arcane Engineers about, one I might recommend whose under the protection of one Avatar of "I'll chop your head off if you so much as look at me funny" Named Seria "wussy-pants" Haenor. A young hemaphrodite with an amazing nack for making magic powered gadgets.
She grunted as she tugged out a mottled grey feather, spitting it out and letting it float to the floor.And indeed you are a noob in the cosmos' biggest MMO and all the level 90s are more than happy to camp the spawn area for laffs.
She huffed and buried her muzzle once more into her white wing, running her needle teeth through the delicate down. [quote]And yes I mean you. You may reek of humanity but I can sure as the sun will expand smell a distinct "unseely" scent all about you, I swear that reek is harder to clear out than the human smell, I swear to you upon both my horns that there's more unseely junk in Gunungagap than there isAnd wether or not your house is protected hardly matters, if you're going to come out here you need something to defend yourself with... I mean seriously you don't even have a can of Mace™ on you! What if a toothless aligator had attacked you while you were upchucking. It could have gummed you to death and you wouldn't have been able to do anything at all!
Turmoil muttered out from within her feathers.Magic is the energy of life.
She stretched out her white wing wide and flapped it a few times sending some old down flying in the wind.Its the script that makes the game run, so surely something that... Ports into it and simply recycles old code to power the new isn't such a bad thing.
She grinned to herself as she got to work on her wing yet again, hoping the semi-made up lingo she was spouting would get through.And don't worry about your gold, as long as you can stealth your way around the boss mob and answer the sphynx's riddle the treasure of power is perfectly free, a reward for completing a quest.
She winked even though it wasn't visible.And it's perfectly safe, purple rarity loot that'll last you for two expansions yet, prime Aeon tech. Merchant's promise.
She shifted her tail slightly and scratched at where scales met fur between her torso and tail.You need to be careful whose twitter you hack, and whose your putting the pronz down on. There are some jocks who don't use twitter, you need a good ol' high level friend to put the pain down on them, you do.
She snorted in amusement and shooke her head about causing her mane to puff up.Funnily enough that'd also solve your problem of not being allowed to carry a weapon around.
She leaned down and took a sniff at her lifting the black wing slightly.Oh come on you know the Unseely Cour- Ugh, of course, stupid me, of course you don't know! Now then, there's a... Lets say Guild, of fairies and fae who like to call themselves the "Unseelie Court." As far as I know they're the biggest bunch of mini-magic-mites out there and you smell a lot like one. Its faint to be frank, but its still there.
Mhm, either you live with a fairy or you're at least part fairy me thinks...
Turmoil acquired an enigmatic smile as stars started to wink into life with the waning sun.There is magic, like pulling a rabbit from a hat. Parlor tricks.
Tiny lights began to wink into existence about the Draconequus, tiny whispers and giggle skipping across the gardens.And there is Magic. Arcana. Majicka. The lifeblood of all things, the ebb and flow of reality itself.
She chuckled.Its been missing in this world for a very long time and it seems only in its death throes the nether realms have reached into this plane giving a twisted half-life back to it.
She hummed to herself, removing her wing and scooping up the woman in her forelimbs, weightlessly lifting herself off the ground with spread wings.Well you can't run a dungeon without a raid partner, its only expected you'd have a team mate.
She frowned.The unseelie court is made up of all those things foul and unsigtly of the fae, the majority of faeries in fact...
In a flash of light Turmoil and Klein appeared within her bedroom, the Draconequus laying the woman down on whatever constituted for a bed.I am sorry to hear that you were sired by one of the foul folk.
The chimerical entity curled in on itself and disappeared into the darkness of the room as power returned and the lights flickered on.For now, rest, do whatever you need to relax. And try not to brush this all off as a dream. There are things that want to help you even for the strangest of reasons.
Rest well...
Turmoil acquired an enigmatic smile as stars started to wink into life with the waning sun.There is magic, like pulling a rabbit from a hat. Parlor tricks.
Tiny lights began to wink into existence about the Draconequus, tiny whispers and giggle skipping across the gardens.And there is Magic. Arcana. Majicka. The lifeblood of all things, the ebb and flow of reality itself.
She chuckled.Its been missing in this world for a very long time and it seems only in its death throes the nether realms have reached into this plane giving a twisted half-life back to it.
She hummed to herself, removing her wing and scooping up the woman in her forelimbs, weightlessly lifting herself off the ground with spread wings.Well you can't run a dungeon without a raid partner, its only expected you'd have a team mate.
She frowned.The unseelie court is made up of all those things foul and unsigtly of the fae, the majority of faeries in fact...
In a flash of light Turmoil and Klein appeared within her bedroom, the Draconequus laying the woman down on whatever constituted for a bed.I am sorry to hear that you were sired by one of the foul folk.
The chimerical entity curled in on itself and disappeared into the darkness of the room as power returned and the lights flickered on.For now, rest, do whatever you need to relax. And try not to brush this all off as a dream. There are things that want to help you even for the strangest of reasons.
Rest well...