Two can keep a secret pt 2.
A continuation of This entry.
I don’t know what I’m doing, srry.
Reblogging for daytime hi.
Two can keep a secret
Okay, going to be taking the character’s in ‘order’ so to speak, as far as writing, so here’s part 1 of a thing for Selynth, my forsaken priest.
I am not sure where I’m going with this. (╥_╥)
Casually reblogging myself for the night crowd. z_z
Two can keep a secret
Okay, going to be taking the character’s in ‘order’ so to speak, as far as writing, so here’s part 1 of a thing for Selynth, my forsaken priest.
I am not sure where I’m going with this. (╥_╥)
Almost
SO on the WRA Forums a topic was posted to write up your character’s reaction to Theramore. I wrote up a quick thing from Selynth’s point of view, so I figured I’d share it with you all here on tumblr as well!
Uneasy: part 2
Follow up to this post, writing bit using my blood elf priest Velastia. I know I still have to follow up ‘Wander’, but this came out first somehow.
Uneasy
I wrote a thing during my lunch hour today. It’s a bit rough and much shorter than the last thing I’d posted, but this is for a character I’m still getting a hang of, my ED priest Velastia. :V
Wander
I’m going to go ahead and share this with you Tumblr! I recently wrote a thing about my Blood Elf hunter, it’s unfinished but here it is.
“Stone Guard, they’ve…breached the line - the slagsworks, sir.”
She just tilted her head and stared. The rogue’s moods were something volatile, uncertain and ever-shifting and none were ever pleased; they were just varied degrees of anger. No one wanted to be the one to relay scout information back to her, of all officers but there was only three or four of them that were veterans to Tol Barad, of all places. Despite her shitty moods, she was strangely the most approachable, though that easily could’ve been attributed to the fact she was pretty.
She just stared, not needing to say anything as the Sin’dorei pawed away from her, speed-walking away from the red-head who just grunted. Some veterans they sent here were just dumb as fuck - what in the hell was so complicated about three outposts and keeping people pushed out of the hold?
Light.
Morons.
What often became the ‘complicated’ aspect of simple strategy was, essentially, over confidence. Call her paranoid, call her wary, but caution was, in Selynth’s experiences, never to be confused with cowardice. Let them come to you, do -not- go to them, it was a concept the living had trouble grasping, what with the blood and adrenaline pumping through them in the heat of a fight.
Frankly most of them simply did not have the head for battle. Despite strength or skills, all were for naught if you allowed yourself to be lured away into an ambush. Which many were doing, inch by inch letting the Alliance creep closer, bridge the gap and before they knew it, they were across.
A banshee shriek cut through the sounds of battle, sending the rogues attempting to incapacitate, and kill the Sin’dorei priestess running as though they were being chased by their worst nightmares. Rushing forward, Selynth roughly grabbed hold of Drove’s upper arm, yanking her back and weaving past other fighters. Before the wide eyed priestess could utter any protest in regards to having to somehow -heal- those that were still running headlong into the advancing Alliance, Selynth spoke.
“You can’t reach all of them. They’ve run off too far and we’re spread too thin here.” Her tone was ice, simply stating the facts in a no nonsense manner. Even if she was technically in no place to order the other around, it didn’t stop her. “I can’t fend the entire damn Alliance force off you by myself.”
A little cross, yes. She got this way when no one seemed to notice that their healers were being attacked until they were -dead- and no longer healing. Still tugging Drove along, she glanced back only long enough to see the elf stubbornly looking over her shoulder as if a moment away from running back into the chaos. Because that’s the sort Drove was, as far as she was concerned; everyone could be saved.
Selynth turned away, looking forward again, moving more swiftly. “We’re doubling back to Warden’s Vigil.” She said, sternly, teeth grit in frustration.
This was not a retreat; it was a tactical maneuver. With any luck, fighters she trusted to fight alongside would be there.
