Present Day
Daughter of the Investigator I
Treasure of Drustvar Mini-Story
Dark Days Ahead
Dark and Stormy
Glimpses into the Future
Family Stakeout
No Honor Among Thieves
A Gilnean Lessonย
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Present Day
Daughter of the Investigator I
Treasure of Drustvar Mini-Story
Dark Days Ahead
Dark and Stormy
Glimpses into the Future
Family Stakeout
No Honor Among Thieves
A Gilnean Lessonย

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The unburdened time eventually lapsed. Anchorage for naught as the coalesced chaos burnt through the well, through bloodline, through permeable breath and thought, finding purchase deep within the skin, the hands, the hair, the eyes,
โ sharp-edged, glistening trickery, cut open on stained glass and bleeding a violet pool. The eclipse blinked first, then crawled into the celestial sea with shame of the lost game, departing to hypnosโ realm accompanied only by the jesterโs diaphanous grenadine giggle.
art credit: @/sinadraws on twitter!ย
In very belated celebration of Jae's 100th birthday (4/7), I commissioned this piece from @wolfssketches - they were great to work with!
I too roll my eyes every time Sylvanas is on the screen so I understand Xal'atath.

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Illiaryn and Maia. ๐
Commission for @kyuusei-shadowleaf. โฅ๏ธ
It was such a delight to work on this! Can't wait to explore Silvermoon in Midnight!
Kyuu's semi-retired, but Illiaryn will be the first among my characters going into Midnight. @janpesart did the most amazing work on this, and was a such a pleasure to collaborate with!
Sisters in Sin; Advertisements
<Sisters in Sin> is easily explained by the stereotypical, quick to the point definition: Brothel house.
In the shattered lands of the Vale, a southwestern Pandaren mountain town welcomed outsiders nearly five years priorย - -ย A group of whores and ne'er-do-wells who were down on their luck moved into The Golden Rose inn; Repurposing the Pandaren building into a den of sin.ย
By day the tavern functions exactly as it looks to be. A space for travelers, tourists and adventurers to buy room and board at a reasonable nightly rate, offering food and comfort to those who direly need it. By night? The Brothel is a buzz with sordid energy.
The Sisters in Sin operate as playing host to whoring, drinking, entertainment and any other vice your boorish heart could desire; Such a locale is described as a welcoming new home, flyers of this place are posted throughout every major city, seeking to draw in new hires from every walk of life:
Bring forth your finest men and women, be they of lowly bearings or noble titles. We believe in equality within the Sisters in Sin, for we all seek the same thing beneath the colors of Sinners Red and False Gold:
Forget in the intimacy of our vices.
Some OOC Shit!
Additonal must knows: 1. Yes, this is an ERP tolerating entertainment guild, no it is not our main focus! Content, cross guild rp, server rp; We are reaching for the stars here, ladies and gentlemen!ย 2. No, we will not over look certain immoral behaviors and โpreferencesโ, there are certain things that will not be tolerated even in this circle of freaks. 3. Yes, this guild is in a mature setting for a reason, PLEASE know your limits, 4. Yes, you are required to be 18 or older to interact at any guild event and social gathering, 5. Entertainment and social settings are the main goal of this guild, what you do in the privacy of your whispers/parties/HOMES if your own business. While we do have courtesans, we do not control how a person writers their character and chooses their clients! 6. No, you are in no way entitled to ERP with anyone in the space created by the Sisters in Sin and associated friends / company, 7. Yes, we have a right to refuse rp with you, as any person has the right 8. No, we are not trying to bring โPornshireโ to the forefront of your rp space; To that note ALL participants are required to keep their erp out of the public writing space! 9. There is plenty more to Sisters in Sin - as well as the people who not only associate with, but are apart of it,ย than just sex. Stay a while. Weave a tale!
We offer:
ย Moonguard Allianceย only (for the time being!)
Roleplay of an 18+ nature;ย Most players may require 21+, please be mindful of who youโre role playing with - -
Discretion, as this group may be involved around writings which includeย sexual themes, narcotic abuse, and other criminal endeavors
An open community, free of shame~ย
We actually play the game! PvP, dungeons, delves and more to interested parties!
A discord server for communication outside the game!ย
Activities with friends! Travel alongside fellow sinners to interact with the world and itโs events. We try to keep up to date with all the fun things to do icly!
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What you should offer:
An open mind.
Be a player who is a minimum ofย 18 years of age.
An understanding of the fundamental rules of WoW roleplay and lore
Final words of adviceย - - -
This is not an ERP-focused guild by any means - weโd like all well-rounded applicants.
Being a more low to mid fantasy setting, we do welcome all to enjoy the casual space we hope to offer! Whisper or mail Gampre in-game to discuss joining!ย
โFor as mixed are we, still we thrive; We are those of varying taste, culture, and styles. That, dear, is what appeals most to the people. Diversity.โ
An official little representation to the maiden Esme ~
Nixalegos Felscythe, done by @lorbitele! Thank you so much for taking my commission!
The Ward Family's War Within Story
Post-Dragonflight/Pre-War Within
With Gilneas reclaimed Damien moved back to his home kingdom, found his old home in the city and began rebuilding. He not only was rebuilding his own home, but helped with building around the city feeling it was his duty to do so. It has been a long process, but every little bit helps and he feels like he has regained a part of himself that was lost.
Beginning of War Within
The events that kicked off War Within did not affect Damien directly, but it did affect his cousin, Lukas Ward. The young Kirin Tor mage was among the many who were in Dalaran when it was attacked by Xal'atath and the Nerubians. However, Lukas was one of the lucky ones who survived the ordeal finding himself stranded on the shores of the Isle of Dorn! Eventually he made his way to Dornogal where he learned more about Khaz Algar and mourned his fallen friends who lived in Dalaran.
Liberation of Undermine
After some time Lukas began to hear of this mysterious substance known as the Black Blood, its properties were strange and magical, and his studies of the mysterious liquid led him to Undermine. It was here he began trying to get his hands on Black Blood, but to no avail, so he sought out the help of Damien. Who better to sneak around and do some detective work on the the Black Blood? And it turned out Damien's years as a vigilante came in handy as well.. sometimes gold can't get you everything you want.
Retirement from SI:7
As the events of K'aresh came to a close, back on Azeroth another man's story came to a close as well. After decades of serving the SI:7, Damien's father, Miles Ward, finally retired or rather was heavily pushed into retirement by the organization as he was now in his mid-60s. If he could he would have continued to serve the Alliance, but he reluctantly has accepted that it is time to find new meaning in his life going forward. Perhaps moving to Gilneas to be around Damien and his granddaughter.
(Sorry this one isn't as detailed as the one I did for Aidan, alas there isn't much going on with Damien's life, he is enjoying living back in Gilneas and rebuilding his life.)

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I adore this new piece by @llihell - a pleasure to work with and well worth the wait! ๐
๐ - as Damien has gotten older i imagine he has gotten a little scruffier and has a bit more of a Chris Pine look to him!
The paper was slowly lowered as Donovan looked over it at the two inquisitors across from his desk, his face a mixture of disbelief and confusion as he spoke slowly. "You want me to hire this man?"
Cheryl Dunn's face would have matched her the guard commander if not for her many years now of learning a better poker face. Blinking slowly she would lean forward and tapped on the file with a strong finger. "A picture says a thousand words, but we have a million here telling exactly who Damien Ward is and what he has done for the community and clients."
A perturbed snort came from the nose of the watch commander as he leaned back into his wooden chair, his eyes lifting to the other inquisitor. "And you Candell, you vouch for him?"
The old dog stood off to the side his hands folded behind his back as he looked out the fogged glass of the office. He spoke without turning, his voice carrying over his shoulder with the same authority of a man who knew his business quite well. "He fine."
"See?" Cheryl added from the rather short reply from her former teacher turned partner.
"I saw you and he have something of a history?" Donovon motioned to the file again.
"Irrelevant," the ratcatcher interjected with a stiff answer. "He'll find Neuburn."
The watch commander snorted as he sat straight and began to dig into his desk for the appropriate petty cash. "I certainly hope so. For all our sakes."
@damien-ward
What is this picture?? LMAO this is really funny.
๐ - Chris Pine for Damien
Thank you, @damien-ward !
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The general populous of the Sisters in Sin had been in a stir throughout the day. It had begun since morning, when mail had been delivered. Amongst it was an envelope marked only in pen:
The Beauts of Azeroth
Inside lay mixed media, pictures and portraits capturing a number of known and unknown faces for the patrons and workers to admire. To which they all did in earnest, collecting around different photos to admire and coo over the person captured in the moment.
One group in particular gathered around a singular photo, swooning and giggling about this being's striking beauty. It is with a little shake of her head that the Madam finds herself indulging in a view-- Only for her eyes to narrow in displeasure.
"Oh he's so handsome," Ellen sighs longingly as she traces the photo with a wandering finger.
Unfortunately, the Madam couldn't bring herself to disagree.
The Investigator - Damien
The only compliment he has ever received from Susan snd he does even know!
Jae
Completed portrait commission! I love drawing and coloring pretty elves so much. ๐
Commissions open at:
https://ko-fi.com/musingzeroart/commissions
and
https://artistree.io/musingzero
Decided to get a portrait of Jae's updated glamour as well. Musing Zero is always a delight to work with!
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Another silly ask from the whores would garner the Madam's ire at once, her golden gaze harsh and cutting into the very psyche of the women who'd come prodding at her for attention.
"I'm busy," she remarks, only to fall silent as a paper with a scribbled name is slipped before her. She lowers her gaze to indulge them, coming to realize playing along was the only way to see herself through the storm -- And her brows raise in surprise.
"Damien Ward..," she hums, "A face I haven't seen in quite some time. Either he hides in the crowds when he comes to visit or my suspicion reigns true that he only ever visited for the pretty little half elf."
She rolls her eyes at once, sighing before answering: "A foolish man with lust for anything pretty; But a fine detective."
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12. Innocence
As the waning sun made its retreat into the distant tree canopy, Saidelia spent her time with an old friend. The sack cloth horse that she galloped back and forth across the windowsill was worn and weathered. A gift from a family who had loved it previously. Its button eyes were mismatched with neither having been the original it came with. Its burlap fur was worn to a fine grain, and it was patched in so many different places that it was mostly thread by now. Still, she loved Stormy, as she had come to name it.
She crouched low, shifting her view to that of the sun over the trees, just barely visible. In a feat of pure athleticism, Stormy vaulted clear over the canopy, eclipsing the sun. In the young girl's mind, her chestnut and roan fur shone brilliantly in the light before a graceful landing on the floor. The mare pranced and paraded a few times before the girl was brought back to reality.
Several soft knocks at the door a few feet over were Saidelia's responsibility while her father unwound from his day mucking stables. She quickly hid Stormy underneath the bottom rail of a nearby cabinet before pushing herself to her feet. She had been expecting a neighbor bringing foodscraps, or a nearby guard in to check on her father. The man that answered the door was someone else entirely.
Clad in armor, with a sword on his hip at eye-level to the young girl. The view only became more imposing as her eyes drifted upwards. A chain shirt across a broad chest, padded leather underneath. He looked haggard, his armor replete with signs of stress from a long journey. A chiseled jaw, over which a jagged, hastily-maintained beard grew; likely cut with a knife. All complete with a mane of raven black hair, flecked with slowly-encroaching streaks of white. His dour expression softened marginally as he gazed down at the young girl.
With a soft grunt of effort, he lowered himself down to one knee, forcing a soft smile. Tucked underneath his arm was a dusty bottle of wine. Saidelia took a half-step back, forcing him to catch the door before it shut on him. His pale blue eyes regarded her calmly, the man gently extending a hand that she gazed down at with trepidation.
"Good evening, ma'am. My name is Syler Dominicus. Would you happen to be Miss Draconis?"
She eyed him warily like a cornered dog, a single sharp nod her only reply.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I'm an old friend of your father's. What's your name?"
She felt her skin crawl, and the pit of her stomach fell out. She mustered up all her courage. "Saidelia," she murmured, never taking her eyes off the man while she half hid behind the door.
His smile nearly broke as he regarded the young girl, slowly withdrawing the hand she seemed keen to avoid. "Well, I'm honored Miss Saidelia. Would it be at all possible if I were to come in? I'm actually quite keen to speak with your father. Is he here tonight?"
Rather than answer, Saidelia stood aside, leaving the man to enter the dingy, cramped room. In lieu of directing the man, her eyes cast a sidelong glance into the room where her father was. The imposing man graciously nodded at the girl, careful to remain measured in his movements as he sidestepped her to follow her eyes.
Once the man's back was turned, Saidelia watched him advance into the next room. She took up behind the entryway to the small room. Seated on one of the stools at the small kitchen table was the master of the house. Such as it was. With brilliant red hair, an unkempt beard, and loosely-fitting clothes bearing innumerable stains sat Oreyn. He sat slumped forward with his splayed elbows on the table, holding a dented metal cup. Its pungent contents mixed into his beard as he drank. His eyes widened, and his rosy color drained as he set eyes on the man in the doorway.
"Dominicus," was all he managed to murmur, slowly rising to his feet. He leaned on the table for support, a single fist clenched.
"Easy, Oreyn. I'm not here for trouble. I saw you working the stables earlier this evening. I just want to talk."
Saidelia watched her father's eyes narrow, the man staggering back to put the table between the pair as he sized up their guest. "Not sure why you thought I'd be willing to talk about the old days with you, Syler. Get the fuck out of my home."
The quiet man drew a deep breath, letting out a quiet sigh as he slowly withdrew the bottle from underneath his arm, setting it on the table. "Oreyn, please. Just-- just hear me out. I brought wine, in case that makes things easier."
The man's ears perked up. He eyed the bottle's dark contents before casting his gazed up to the dark stranger. "Fucking... Fine, fine. You've got until the bottle's gone. But we've only got the one cup. And I don't want your fucking mouth on my bottle."
Syler closed his eyes for a moment, taking another breath before nodding. "Understandable," He finally admitted. Oreyn glanced down at the cup, casting the knight an expectant glare. Syler said nothing, uncorking the bottle and serving his host. As he sat across from Oreyn and watched him drink in silence, the tension in the room started to build.
Finally Syler sighed softly, clearing his throat. "I suppose this isn't going to get any easier." "Nope."
"Look, Oreyn, I understand why you don't want to see me. Even after all this time. I thought about leaving you be when I saw you today. But I guess... Well, I guess I felt guilty. For the way things have been through the years. For the way I treated you when we were younger. For everything, I suppose. I just want you know how truly sorry I am for how I treated you. Even if you can't forgive me, I think you should know you didn't deserve any of what I put you through."
The silence hung in the air for an age. The pair sat at the table. Syler's gaze soft, and contemplative. Oreyn's reproachful and full of venom. Finally, the man spoke. "So that's it, then? Just a 'sorry, here's wine?' No hard feelings, I guess?"
Syler closed his eyes, swallowing his pride as he nodded. "It is. At this point, it's all I can do. I could sit here and make excuses. I could blame our fathers. I could say we were young and stupid. I could say any number of things to you to try and mitigate my part in our relationship, Oreyn. But I'm not doing that. All I can do now is tell you how sorry I am. When all the wealth, all the pomp and circumstance, and all the bravado are nothing more than a distant memory, I'm left with only what I did. I'm left with the shame that keeps me up at night. I did things that I'm not proud of for no other reason than to hurt you, because I made you out to be some kind of villain. I wish it wasn't, but it's a part of who I am. So the only thing I can do to repair that damage is to tell you how much it eats at me all these years later. All I can do is tell you that you were right. About what happened, about my family. Hell, maybe even about me. So I'm sorry... For everything."
Once again, a thick and pervasive silence clung to the room, suffocating the pair. Finally, when Oreyn stared back at the man, he sneered. "Fuck you."
Syler held his breath for a moment. He sank his teeth into his lip until they were stained red. Finally, he nodded, starting to stand. "Fair enough, Oreyn. I'll leave you be."
"Sit down, you puke. You don't get to just leave. Look at me. Look at me, you piece of shit!" he roared, slamming his fists on the table, sending the cup rattling as it threatened to tip over. From her hiding spot, Saidelia trembled. She could see the back of Syler's head as he raised himself up to meet Oreyn's fiery gaze. The stablehand stood over the table, hunched over it like a wolf ready to spring on a rabbit.
"Over twenty years. Twenty fucking years. It might feel like a distant fucking memory to you, but that's because you got to wash your goddamn hands of it! You got to bury it, Syler. You didn't have to think about it because it offended your prissy sensibilities! You stole my fucking innocence! You remember that tournament? The one they disqualified you in? You remember that day? The day where you knocked me down, and then you stomped on my fucking knee? You remember that sound it made? Of course you do. Another vague afterthought in your life. One you don't have to remember because it happened so long ago. Me? I think about it every fucking day. You want to know why? Because I can't fucking walk without remembering it! How many fucking indignities did I suffer at your hands, Syler? All those quips you made just loud enough for me to hear, all those blows you landed when nobody else was looking! I fade in and out of your memories, and maybe you feel guilty about it because you did something you think was beneath you. But you know what? It wasn't beneath you. Just like you said, that's who you are. You know what you are, don't you? Yeah? You're the same fucking marauder you were when you were younger. You're no better than a fucking orc! Violent, ill-tempered, and cruel, just like your fucking father! Guess that's why the Dominicus house was so cozy with them, yeah? Now you show up here because you feel like you're better than you were? Let me tell you something, Syler. You'll always be the same."
Oreyn's fists shook. His face had regained the color it had lost. He was frothing. His face was red, and tears streamed down his cheeks while he howled at the man. All at once, a deadly calm came over him.
"You might hide it behind some soft expression, and a few honeyed words. But here me now, 'Sir Dominicus,' I don't care how rotten you feel about it, I don't care what you do to make up for what you've done. Blackguards like you don't get redemption. No matter how many years you've spent. No matter how many yet remain. You'll always be a monster, and you don't need me to tell you to know it in your heart, Syler"
Oreyn lifted the half-empty cup, holding it over his head and casting it across the table to collide with the man's chest. In the air, a splash of wine struck the ornate sword and shield hanging over the mantle. Syler winced, feeling a flash of rage. His hand twitched, starting to reach for his sword before freezing. "There he is! The heir apparent to house Dominicus! Draw your fucking sword then, you coward!" Oreyn pounded his fists against the table again, howling at the restrained knight. "You fucking coward! Let's see who you really are!"
A clatter behind the scene was heard as Saidelia scrambled away from the doorway. Oreyn watched her flee with a glare. Syler drew a lungful of air, pushing himself away from the table and snarling through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry, Oreyn. Keep the bottle." He left the table, hands balled into fists as the man behind him howled. "Run away, Syler! Just like you've done since the first war! You make me sick, just like you did to your fucking father!" The door rattled on its hinges as Syler left.
Hiding just off the road in an outcropping of trees, Saidelia watched as the knight stormed down the road. Each one of them froze as their eyes met. Syler drew a shuddering breath. He slowly dropped his hunched shoulders. His fingertips twitch as he unballed his fists. His jaw unclenched, and his gaze softened. Once again, he extended a hand towards the girl.
"I'm... I'm sorry you had to see that, kid. Are you alright?"
Once again, the only reply was a stiff, practiced nod. Her eyes bounced back and forth, wary of her surroundings.
As Syler drew long breaths with increasing steadiness, he slowly held up his palms towards the girl. He took a slow half-step "Easy kid, I'm not going to hurt you. You had dinner yet?" Saidelia shook her head. The man sighed, a scowl creeping onto his face as he glanced back at the house. "Me neither. You want a bowl?" Despite obvious trepidation, Saidelia slowly advanced from her hiding spot, the pair heading down the road together.
Syler stared down at the child as the pair walked, Saidelia avoiding his gaze. "Did you really do all that stuff?" she finally asked, keeping the knight in the corner of her vision. "I wish I could say I didn't. But yes, I did." "Why?" Syler regarded her with a soft, sad smile, remaining silent for a long while. "I would say it's complicated, but it's not. I've done some bad things. Your father isn't out of line for saying I can't redeem myself. But I guess at some point, I decided I have to try. In case something like that is possible." Saidelia slowed her pace at the edge of town, finally looking up to meet Syler's gaze. "Will he?" Syler sat stunned for a moment, feeling a sense of deep-seated dread. His voice shook slightly as he stared down at the girl. "Hold onto your innocence, Saidelia. I don't know if there is hope for your father or I, but there ought to be for you."
(Thanks for the ask, @dawncloudrising! It's only a little late!)
Jae's Blood Elf glamour got an update for Midnight. Thank you, @musingzero for being the first to bring it to life!