"Being honest with myself as I’ve changed into a leader. I thought, many times, that I could live and lead without a balance of my personal desires and my moral obligations as a medic and a mender. I adopted a lifestyle that was a caricature of self-sacrifice. It was altruism for proof of true selfishness. It took dying to realize that isn’t how one should live their life. It should be a harmonious blend of beliefs and values and attention to one’s wants, as well as one’s responsibilities.
I have come to accept these things — and, in doing so, brood less resentment around others who made their choices a long time ago. I feel less sullenness towards the Regent, who chose to put her family before the Sigil many times, and towards one of my officers, who chose her partner before her duty. And, towards my members and their allies in general, who make more sacrifices than I could see.”
Agnes adjusts her cameo brooch.
"It does not ease me fully nor does it absolve me entirely, but it starts the process. Not every wound heals with a dose of antibiotics and a bandage. especially sometimes ones you inflicted yourself.
I still do not feel worthy of wearing violet anymore.”
Thanks for all the interest, I will put out an update about what I’m still looking for in a bit. To clarify: this is Alliance only. There will be RP tied to this but it will NOT be a caravan plot or about DMing a trek across Azeroth (though if people are interested in doing so they’re more than welcome play that out). (Actually let’s not refer to this as a plot at all, it’s not really one). I will provide more details SoonTM.
Please send me a message if you are an active (or planning to be active) player on Wyrmrest Accord and you roleplay a character of one of these professions:
Please note: this is not a call for “ooc” professions. It is okay if your character isn’t an actual tailor or blacksmith or jeweler. This is centered around actual roleplay.
And finally, I’m not looking for just Gilneans by any means, but please Wyrmrest Accord (Alliance) only. A signal boost would be appreciated but is not absolutely necessary!
There was a time in Ortencia’s life when she wasn’t so angry at the world and everyone in it- When she was five.
Lady Danaher had gotten the young girl a brand new dress- made of Lavender silk and yellow lace with a big white ribbon that tied around the middle into a poofy bow, and set up a ride into the countryside for a picnic.
The whole day was spent riding a little two-person carriage out to the sea-side cliffs to enjoy tea and little sandwiches while bird watching, just like all the other daughters of Lords and Ladies did.
In her later years, when the relationship had deteriorated due to the birth of the boys, Ortencia would make trips to the same spot in hopes of somehow capturing the feeling she got from that day.
It actually just ended up making her cry.
And they saw exactly what I’d done
strange dreams, strange short stories.
And then she looks down, a bitter little “heh” escaping from her.
"Of course I do. Gilneas was many things, and not all of them grand. It was desolate and terrifying and there was always threat after thread churning above our heads. A storm ready to drown us.
And, well…anything’s better than Stormwind.”
"Misconception. Damnation. Bad blood."
Raynne let’s those few words hang in the air as she leans back and pulls her eyes down to the hands folded on her lap. It’s not hard to see how the woman’s expression hardens as she presses on. “Ma was a witch - every one town always knew - and I never saw it bring her anythin’ but trouble. Nobody trusted her, even when they was comin’ around for help. Of course I don’t think half of them even believed it neither. It was the stories, right?” There’s a beat as she shifts her hands, tightening one around the other so she can what her own knuckles go white. “Ravens and foxes and old spirits out of the trees. I never really understood how scary it all sounded I suppose, what with bein’ raised on the old tales, but my mates didn’t see things the same. Then my older sister decides she’s gonna follow along and start reading those dusty books and walkin’ barefoot in the dark and I just-“
All at once she stops and straightens her shoulders a touch, looking up once more. “They both gave witchcraft everything and still died for it. It’s not something I’d recommend, darlin’.”