Inkstrokes and Blood: Pt. 2

Inkstrokes and Blood: Pt. 1

answers are written all over your face

[Originally composed January 16th, 2010; aka "the popcorn entry." "__________" is a young adult, female goblin; Greyer's expansion counterpart.]

Whimsi [on Worgen]: PUPPIES!

Taceo [on Greyer]: I'd really love to meet him, as far as his personality goes, I'd love to see if he's just as he sounds. I mean, I've read up on Gilnean society wherever I can steal books or scrolls and have them translated, and those humans are just fascinating. Greyer sounds like the type of guy I'd love to have as my nemesis.

Greyer [on Taceo]: Blood elves aren't exactly the type I'd socialize with; even if they spoke Common, well, just... no. This... Lady Taceo I keep hearing out and about, scraping her sword and shield and screaming hysterically outside the gate. Light help me...

Veton [on Spritzer]: He's very kind young man. When I spent one evening at the gate, I just happened to see him there when I was passing through, and he asked politely if I had any food. I split a wedge of cheese with him and we shared a few cornbread pieces. He was once a bartender for one of the pubs, but he was supposedly smoked out when he was spotted hanging out with some rogue named Lyall. I still feel so bad for leaving him there, he wanted to come away with me.

Greyer [on rogues]: Yes, I did review some public polls and I heard that most people are "rolling" Worgen rogues. Sure, let them, but tell me this, can they survive? Pick locks to escape certain death... memorize the flora required for efficient poisons? Have they ever tried to escape the kingdom unseen only to be foiled at the very last moment? Heh, tell me that.

Tabijin [on goblins]: *grumbles.*

Taceo [on goblins]: Pointy ears, cunning and witty, quite different than the rest of the Horde identities, like... Blood Elves... I think we'll get along just fine.

Greyer [on Spritzer]: Heh, that kid is undoubtedly something else. His company is tolerable, though his hopes of finding a cure for this curse is absolutely ridiculous.

Spritzer [on Greyer]: Greyer is... well... what can I say? He took me in and he's taught me a bit about surviving and not feeling so bad about losing my job. He also taught me how to duel with a sword. He's not an optimist though, which is fine since I guess one could say that I compliment him nicely. Like, what were their names...? Um, "Batman and Robin"? Heh... Maybe?

__________ [on the Alliance]: Armor up and brace yourselves, FOR THE HORDE, BABY!

Greyer [on "__________"] Seriously, Rese? You made her my expansion counterpart? I beg your pardon?! I was informed I would be taking the reins from the event of 'the Cataclysm' and onward.

__________ [on Greyer] Hey, bub, you gotta problem wit' me? YOU GOTTA PROBLEM WIT' ME?! *jabs a long-nailed finger into his shoulder* Back it up.

Taceo [on "__________"] FINALLY! Someone who knows what's going on!

Lunette [on WoW: Cataclsym] Rese... What about ME?! Q_Q

Whimsi [...]: PUPPIES?

Tabijin [...]: 'ave yeh seen mah daughtah?

__________ [on Tabijin] I'm really feelin' this guy... I lost my buddy on that ship back on the coast so I know what it's like to not have someone who understands me, knows me, in my life... anymore. Wherever he is now, I hope he's okay. As for this ol' crow here, I already love 'im. He's actually very sweet once you get past the craziness.

Pieces of Greyer

I've had some of these "forever," and I can't seem to complete them. They're just little snippets of paragraphs that kinda run dilly-dally all over my mind when I'm idle.

February 4th, 2010
It had been months since Greyer and Ata last met in the clearing, when she had sent a horde of vengeful citizens his direction with blazing torches. This was nothing like he had imagined, this... curse... By now, he had assumed other canines had populated the kingdom and it had spread much faster than he had expected - outbreaks of anger and the determination to rid the population of the monsters had fizzled into whispers of fear and pleads for help. The other night Spritzer had returned to the tannery with news that the kingdom's general store never opened for business at daybreak and the door bore several claw marks. The flour sacks that had ripped open, littered the floor with signs of struggle - and large canine-like tracks. Greyer simply shook his head at the youth, muttering that if the kingdom wanted to survive something as strange as this pandemic, Greymane would have to seek aid.

May 13th, 2010
This was it, the desperate cries for help had been answered. Those who fight under the banner of the Alliance reach out with concern and observe with skeptical eyes, and several of us - Worgen - extend waves upon waves of gratitude to them. Spritzer and I can only watch, unwavering and unfazed, keeping the hand that the Light - perhaps, simply Fate - has dealt us. Though the young bartender's eyes were seemingly dull and clouded over, he couldn't help but to question the silhouettes of pacing frostsabers.

May 16th, 2010
Greyer Lyall couldn't sleep. Monstrous howls woven with the gusts of wind occupied the spaces where thunder ceased to roll; and, when the storm calmed and the winds died, an eerie silence paved way for the sound of restless rain.

June 2nd, 2010
"You are impossible, Greyer!" she scoffed.
"Don't you see what is happening out there, Ata? It's a pandemic, the whole kingdom is succumbing to this monstrosity. It is a curse, there is no cure!"
Atalanta crossed her arms, "Have you any hope?"
The gray-haired gentleman's brows knitted together, and in one swift movement, he raised a hand, swiping it across his childhood sweetheart's cheek.

June 10th, 2010
"You can't tell me to be human!" he roared. "Who do you think you are?! You think you understand this, this chaos, this monstrosity that has been bestowed upon us? How dare you." She diverted her gaze away from his disheveled figure, "You aren't all that you say you are, I see more than that."
"Get the hell away from me, Rese. The next time I even hear you approach the Lyall Tannery again, I swear I'll attack you."
"But, what about Spritzer?"
"Spritzer could destroy you."
"You can't speak to me that way, Greyer Lyall, I--"
"OUT!!"

Wyler the Priest

Name: Wyler Pius Victor
Pronunciation: why-luhr
Title: N/A
Nickname(s): Wy
Age: 30 mortal years
Gender: Male
Height: 5 ft. 9 in.
Weight: 109 lbs.
Skin: Alabaster white
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Iridescent
Concept Date: April 26, 2010
Birthdate: ?
Birthplace: Lordaeron, The Eastern Kingdoms
Faction: Horde
Race: Undead/Forsaken
Alignment: Neutral Good

Guild: None
Allies: Barian, Rhathgryn
Family: None he is aware of...
Weapons: Staves, wands, 1h maces
Pet(s): Tenet the Cockroach
Occupation: Scribe, Botanist
Hobbies: Writing, reading, meditating/praying

Known Favorites: Mageroyal
Known Dislikes: Spiders

Character in 3 Words: Devout, Loud, Finicky.

History: While alive, Wyler had always said he had been blessed. He had been accepted as a missionary for the Church of Holy Light, done well in his classes towards priesthood, and had fully achieved the understanding and teachings of the Light's Virtues - respect, tenacity, and compassion.

Personality: Wyler is, in essence, a fanatic. His every move, every thought, is supposedly guided by the Light. While he frowns upon those who stop to stare at the sight of his decaying body, he often offers a prayer for those who give him a shiny copper coin.

Appearance: A bony corpse is all that remains of Wyler. Treacherous traveling while getting used to his new life after death has made the flesh around his elbows, toes, and knees unpleasantly fall off. His scalp was now bare, bereft of the thick chocolate locks that used to adorn it; he claims that the mice who had inhabited his crypt had found use for it in their nests. Thick stitches adorn his crown and temple where a "new" scalp has replaced his once-shaved head. When he first awoke in Deathknell, his jaw had gone missing, perhaps even stolen by a fellow priest who had come around before him. He eventually remedied the situation by visiting the Brill graveyard, stealing a mandible from a lifeless corpse that had been robbed of its possessions. His clothes are often ripped and unraveling; having been brought back to "life" has convinced him that looks aren't exactly everything.

A rather large cockroach can often be seen on his figure or at his feet - wherever he goes, she is never too far behind. Usually, she has to be dislodged from his body...

The bony, reanimated horse he travels upon is tall and spindly, lovingly dubbed "Bishop." A simple ragged halter with blinders and reins, as well as a worn saddle, garnish his pallid frame. Every now and then Wyler covers his [intact] back with a frayed blanket to protect him from maggots and other pests.

A large backpack, if not seen hanging from Bishop's saddle is often seen hanging from Wyler's shoulders. However, if undergoing a mission to cleanse an area, Wyler carries a simple, multi-pocket satchel from his belt. Among other knick-knacks that he totes around, a wand is often tucked into his robes, as well as a pocket prayer book.

Quirks:

• His name means "wheel maker."
  
• Tenet, Wyler's pet cockroach, has been with him since he was awoken in Deathknell. She had made herself a cozy home in his ribcage, and frankly refuses to leave.
  
• He reached lvl 20 in 20 hours, 55 minutes.
  
• His loyal steed was possibly a palomino...once.

Soundtrack:
01 | Era - Hymne
02 | Enigma - Traces (Light and Weight)
03 | X-Ray Dog - Come My Son
04 | X-Ray Dog - The Prophet
05 | Enigma - Endless Quest
06 | Era - The Mass
07 | Howard Shore - The Prophecy

I Play WOW

Greyer in Graphite - Part 2

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10 hours of work put in [thus far]. About 6 different types of graphite pencils and 2 erasers. 18 in x 24 in.

Greyer in Graphite - Part 1

You've seen him in a stylized vector form and cartoon-ified into "one of the gang", now here he is being fleshed out in the first stages of the final project for my Rendering and Illustration class... Really need to fix his hairline, lol.

WTB interesting stuff

Yeah, yeah... I know. ¬_¬;

Veton's 4 month Anniversary

So proud of her. :) Look at how much she's grown;
ready for Northrend, too.

A Call to Arms

Gloria! Honorifice!
Glory! Honor!
Pralium facio.
Join the battle.
Animus!
Courage!
Gradio quo prodo!
By marching into death, we are delivered!
Inexcelsis precedo.
Excellence in the highest.
Bellator decerte
Warriors will fight to the death
Adversa
against all enemies.
Incurro, invadoria!
Attack, invade!
Desideratus fatum!
Welcome to your destiny!
Desideratus bellum!
Welcome to the war!

Click here for YouTube video/song!

NE Rogue

► Name: Atellus
► Status: Temporary; practice for Greyer
► Server: Moon Guard
► Server Type: RP
► Time[s]: as early as 8 pm PST / 10 pm server time {TB and Moon Guard share time}

If for some reason, anyone needs a tank/healer, PLEASE feel free to shoot me a whisper {if I'm not in the SoP vent} if you'd like to group up or something.

I need an escape; to be honest, I'm in some sort of dark hole right now trying to get out of it.

Thanks,
- Rese