Doin' me, for the helluvit

Over the hills, past  the forest in deep into the peace plains of a hidden glen; stood a cabin. The cabin adorned with large windows and the logging meticulously measured and lined before having been set in the foundation. No magical presence could be felt or was visible from the surroundings, only buried stone walkways and patio, surrounding an inlaid brick firepit. Hand cut wooden loungers, numbering 4, surrounded the pit which was filled with log scraps, sticks, and leaf refuse. A figure opened the front door, wrapped in a thick fur blanket and draped around their head. 

Hearing Malth’s voice carry through the treeline, her attention was pulled away from her query. While she didn’t have to worry about skulking it any longer, her senses were still heightened as if she were. True, there weren’t any bipedal creatures aside from the two, but one could never be too sure. Taking a deep breath, she looks down at the stag she had fallen and a smirk set on her lips. the many meals the two would make from the meat another already had the elf wanting their so called breakfast while finding ways to salvage the rest of the carcass. It wouldn’t be as if they lacked the funds to outright buy what they needed, but living off the land around them had more perks than needing to travels days on foot for supplies they could make themselves.

The elf wasn’t one to let others help too often if she was capable of doing something on her own and bringing home her kill wouldn’t be the exception. Collapsing her bow, she straps it behind her quiver, a new addition to her arsenal whenever hunting. With it out of the way, she could freely use her strength to drag the beast back home to break down for food and supplies. The incline from the forest did weigh on her some, but it was the usual whenever she returned. Her and Malth taking turns for kills so one wasn’t the dependent one over the other.

“Letters was it?” she asked dropping the legs of the deer beside the seating arrangement around the pit. She huffed to relieve any tightness in her chest from strain. Before grabbing the envelopes, she runs her hands on her outer thighs to rub off any dirt or blood for the moment. The first being a tab for her stays in Boralus to which she could only roll her eyes at and proceeded to toss in the fire, something she would handle if stopping back in the town. The other sealed by wax and perfurmed did lift a brow until seeing the letterhead. Meanwhile a hand reaches for the cider that Malth had made and she sat down. A low hum resonating from her as the warm beverage traveled down her throat. “Certainly a development. Jera found someone that was willing to help her get over that crippling fear of hers.”

He looked to her kill, tilting his head. He would clean and process it in a little bit, after their greetings and recoup. He leaned over then, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of her cheek and a nuzzle to her nose. He would then light his cigarette, holding the thin paper cylinder of tobacco between his lips as he pulled a letter from it’s sealed envelope. 

Once both were addressed formally, she perked up at the message. The cup set right at her lips as she listens to the message in its entirety. Her azure gaze shifting back toward their home that stood within the forest. All the hours the two had put into the house, though Malth had built most of it while Dithaya had spent her time gathering what supplies were needed. It wasn’t the first time she had built a home, but she did want it to be the last. Months were spent camping in the wilderness for the two as the house was built and now they knew it wasn’t all in vain. The moment the word ‘owner’ hit her ears, she meets his gaze with a bright smile of her own. Taking the scroll, she skims over the wording for anything he may have glossed over only to find it read as it should. 

“It’s..hard to believe,” she pauses to give the text another once over. Slowly she rolls it back up just to stare at the broken seal for a moment or two as if taking in the weight of it all. To have her name and ownership on anything again almost felt surreal as if it had been a dream that was finally coming into reality. Her own memories of the last time owning any form of land only to be filled with loss later down the line for her. This had to be different than the first two. One being of her own family and the other with someone that held her heart. Granted at least they wouldn’t have to worry about being away from one another to have their home left in ruin. It had become abundantly clear that neither had a want or need to be away from one another even if it were for a mission. She didn’t want to dwell on it considering it could dampen the mood, but that wouldn’t lessen the hint of worry in her gaze and thoughts. 

“So then what now, Mr. Hawthorne?” she rises from her seat. Slowly she moves over to him and drapes her arms over his shoulders. The scroll she still held in her hands now gripped between both behind his neck, a tilt of her head to follow only to glance in the direction of her kill. “Food and then celebrate some more? I don’t think we’ve had the other two over here just yet. I’m sure Cherly would love to see her brother’s success.”

“..and  what of you? ‘For you and future generations’. Sounds a lot like to keep this as our own for generations they’re wanting some type of little crotch goblins around here to keep it in the family name.” He laughed a bit, knowing full well their life spans would be by and large a bit longer than the average mortals. “..still.. it’s a bit.. what’s the word? Surreal?” He shrugged lightly and tilted his head to one side. 

He took another drink, and pulled hard from his cigarette before tossing it into the fire behind them. The warmth of the great flames easily making the chilly, almost freezing temperatures outside more than bearable. “..I can’t help but feel there’s some type of red-tape, or secret ‘fine text’ somewhere. We both know, dealing with these nobles and mages has proven many times things are never as simple or straight forward..” He licked his lips, taking some more things into considerations before looking to his beloved once more, at the mention of his sister. 

“Well.. Cherly might be a bit jealous, but she bagged herself a Kirin Tor, twice her height, and won’t ever really want for anything.” He smirked a bit. “..I’m sure she’s gon’ rub it in my face that I’ve somehow ‘goin’ legit’, Heh heh.” He shook his head, looking to the ground before nodding. 

“..ehh, Fuck’it.. Call’em both over while I clean up your hunt. Wanna go out and rack up another 3,000 gold tab, or we want to enjoy company in a more personal setting? I’m fine with either, just dunno where we can go that we haven’t already been kicked out, off the top of my head.” He laughed a bit.  

Cooking with Dith & Malth. Kaldorei Pine Nut Bread!

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Over the hills, past  the forest in deep into the peace plains of a hidden glen; stood a cabin. The cabin adorned with large windows and the logging meticulously measured and lined before having been set in the foundation. No magical presence could be felt or was visible from the surroundings, only buried stone walkways and patio, surrounding an inlaid brick firepit. Hand cut wooden loungers, numbering 4, surrounded the pit which was filled with log scraps, sticks, and leaf refuse. A figure opened the front door, wrapped in a thick fur blanket and draped around their head. 

Hearing Malth’s voice carry through the treeline, her attention was pulled away from her query. While she didn’t have to worry about skulking it any longer, her senses were still heightened as if she were. True, there weren’t any bipedal creatures aside from the two, but one could never be too sure. Taking a deep breath, she looks down at the stag she had fallen and a smirk set on her lips. the many meals the two would make from the meat another already had the elf wanting their so called breakfast while finding ways to salvage the rest of the carcass. It wouldn’t be as if they lacked the funds to outright buy what they needed, but living off the land around them had more perks than needing to travels days on foot for supplies they could make themselves.

The elf wasn’t one to let others help too often if she was capable of doing something on her own and bringing home her kill wouldn’t be the exception. Collapsing her bow, she straps it behind her quiver, a new addition to her arsenal whenever hunting. With it out of the way, she could freely use her strength to drag the beast back home to break down for food and supplies. The incline from the forest did weigh on her some, but it was the usual whenever she returned. Her and Malth taking turns for kills so one wasn’t the dependent one over the other.

“Letters was it?” she asked dropping the legs of the deer beside the seating arrangement around the pit. She huffed to relieve any tightness in her chest from strain. Before grabbing the envelopes, she runs her hands on her outer thighs to rub off any dirt or blood for the moment. The first being a tab for her stays in Boralus to which she could only roll her eyes at and proceeded to toss in the fire, something she would handle if stopping back in the town. The other sealed by wax and perfurmed did lift a brow until seeing the letterhead. Meanwhile a hand reaches for the cider that Malth had made and she sat down. A low hum resonating from her as the warm beverage traveled down her throat. “Certainly a development. Jera found someone that was willing to help her get over that crippling fear of hers.”

He looked to her kill, tilting his head. He would clean and process it in a little bit, after their greetings and recoup. He leaned over then, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of her cheek and a nuzzle to her nose. He would then light his cigarette, holding the thin paper cylinder of tobacco between his lips as he pulled a letter from it’s sealed envelope. 

Categories:

艸 Major Arcana - Significant moments in your character’s history

･ω･ Court Cards - Significant people in your character’s lifestory

★ Pentacles - The material world and everything tangible within

ー☆* Wands - The spark of life; creation, passion, the emergence of something new

◥█̆̈◤ Cups - Emotions, feelings, secrets, past, future

━━╋⊂ Swords - The sharpness of mind, mental states, thoughts, opinions

Major Arcana:

0. The Fool - when you first created your character, what did you originally envision for them?

I. The Magician - have you followed through on your original vision for your character? Are they as they were when you first began?

II. The High Priestess - has your character ever ignored their conscience?

III. The Empress - what is the most important thing your character has ever made?

IV. The Emperor - has your character ever broken the law?

V. The Hierophant - what is the most important lesson your character has learned or still needs to learn?

VI. The Lovers - have your character’s heart and mind ever been at odds with one another?

VII. The Chariot - what is the most important message your character has responded to and/or ignored?

VIII. Strength - is there a moment your character has ever had to fight for something or someone?

IX. The Hermit - has your character ever isolated themselves knowingly?

X. Wheel of Fortune - has your character ever endured abject misfortune? Have they ever experienced euphoric bliss?

XI. Justice - has your character ever knowingly wronged someone?

XII. The Hanged Man - what is the most signficant thing your character has had to sacrifice?

XIII. Death - what kind of transformation(s) has your character gone through? If multiple, which is the most significant?

XIV. Temperance - when, if ever, has your character had to compromise?

XV. The Devil - has your character ever been addicted to a certain behavior or substance?

XVI. The Tower - what is the most traumatic thing your character has had to endure?

XVII. The Star - how did your character develop from their past trauma?

XVIII. The Moon - what is the most significant secret your character has discovered?

XIX. The Sun - what was the most significant “truth” your character has had to reveal?

XX. Judgment - what moment in your character’s life history matured them the most? Their “coming of age” so to speak.

XXI. The World - what is the greatest achievement your character has accomplished?

Court Cards

Page of Pentacles - the most reliable and practical youth your character knows.

Knight of Pentacles - the most stubborn adult your character knows.

Queen of Pentacles - the most organized/chill woman your character knows.

King of Pentacles - the most business oriented man your character knows.

Page of Wands - the most adventurous and eager youth your character knows.

Knight of Wands - the adult with the shortest attention span your character knows.

Queen of Wands - the sexiest woman your character knows.

King of Wands - the most romantic man your character knows.

Page of Cups - the most creative and sensitive youth your character knows.

Knight of Cups - the adult most pre-occupied with finding love your character knows.

Queen of Cups - the most deceitful woman your character knows.

King of Cups - the most mature man your character knows.

Page of Swords - the most thoughtful/intellectual youth your character knows.

Knight of Swords - the most impatient adult your character knows.

Queen of Swords - the most independent woman your character knows.

King of Swords - the most analytical man your character knows.

Pentacles

★ Ace of Pentacles - how has your character grown since their conception?

★ Two of Pentacles - has your character ever ‘dropped the ball’ on something important?

★ Three of Pentacles - does your character work well in teams?

★ Four of Pentacles - is your character financially stable?

★ Five of Pentacles - has your character ever endured poverty?

★ Six of Pentacles - does your character accept help from others?

★ Seven of Pentacles - what tests your character’s patience more than anything?

★ Eight of Pentacles - does your character have a craft that they work on?

★ Nine of Pentacles - is your character luxurious or ascetic?

★ Ten of Pentacles - in what aspect of your character’s life are they the most rich? Emotionally, physically, spiritually?

Wands

ー☆* Ace of Wands - from where do you derive inspiration for your character?

ー☆* Two of Wands - has your character ever had to make a tough decision between two choices?

ー☆* Three of Wands - do you have any long-term plans for your character?

ー☆* Four of Wands - what was the most recent celebration your character took part in?

ー☆* Five of Wands - what was the most recent conflict your character was involved in?

ー☆* Six of Wands - is your character considered a role model for anyone they know?

ー☆* Seven of Wands - has your character ever had to make a stand for something they believe in?

ー☆* Eight of Wands - how quickly has your character ever resolved an issue?

ー☆* Nine of Wands - what was the most recent instance of your character keeping their guard up?

ー☆* Ten of Wands - what is the heaviest burden your character has had to shoulder?

Cups

◥█̆̈◤ Ace of Cups - has your character made any new friends lately? New love interests?

◥█̆̈◤ Two of Cups - what was the most recent instance of someone showing your character a lot of emotional support?

◥█̆̈◤ Three of Cups - when was the last time your character partied with their friends?

◥█̆̈◤ Four of Cups - how indecisive is your character?

◥█̆̈◤ Five of Cups - when did your character experience the most significant feeling of loss in their life history?

◥█̆̈◤ Six of Cups - describe your character’s childhood in as little or great detail as you prefer.

◥█̆̈◤ Seven of Cups - how does your character view dreams?

◥█̆̈◤ Eight of Cups - has your character ever had to cut their losses and move on from a bad situation?

◥█̆̈◤ Nine of Cups - when was the last time your character felt on top of the world?

◥█̆̈◤ Ten of Cups - what family memories does your character hold dear?

Swords

━━╋⊂ Ace of Swords - what is the most recent problem your character has had to solve?

━━╋⊂ Two of Swords - has there ever been a time your character has ignored their emotions in favor of logic?

━━╋⊂ Three of Swords - what was the worst betrayal of trust your character has ever experienced?

━━╋⊂ Four of Swords - has your character ever taken a vacation?

━━╋⊂ Five of Swords - what is the harshest thing your character has ever said?

━━╋⊂ Six of Swords - how does your character deal with pain? Emotional, physical and/or mental pain.

━━╋⊂ Seven of Swords - what is the worst instance of your character being manipulative?

━━╋⊂ Eight of Swords - who is your character’s harshest critic?

━━╋⊂ Nine of Swords - what is the worst nightmare your character has ever endured?

It had been far too long since the old Scourge Knight had set foot onto new lands. Not to conquer nor destroy; but to recruit, oddly enough. Their numbers were dwindling and the New Lich King was doing naught to assist in rebuilding them. The new Horsemen that remained at Acherus plotting and planning were more often than not considering their tactics but refused to acknowledge the true problem that lay before them; 

“What is an army with no soldiers to command?” He grumbled to himself as he walked the street of a run down town in the Kul’Tiras province. Horde or Alliance, he cared not which, but he would find those willing, or dead, to join the ranks of Acherus Scourge. His memories of finding and turning his dread-sister Calimira, flood into the forefront of his consciousness.. how he single-handedly razed her entire platoon’s encampment on the southern shores of Northrend back in the times when the Death Knights were an unknown and unpredictable enemy- with neither faction knowing how to fight against them. How he relinquished all 24 corpses to the Abominations and Screechers to make new Scourge or for Abomination parts; while he took only one soul, still living, to turn into a Scourge himself. Whether she accepted it or not, he would sire the only being in that encampment that stood against him honorably and survived.

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While the ranger wasn’t as sensitive to the smell of the decay and sea life, she would still have to suffer along with her lover. The constant scent wafting every step they took even if they managed to get closer to the walls of ascending waters. Slowly her nose became acclimated to the point of unless they came across something utterly putrid would it make her stomach churn. The map they had managed to create now being filled out with every mile they trek. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up when they had reached the cave. The magicks that dwelled behind reminding her of the twisted sort of brother used to tamper with. Her fingers twitch with an itch for something to come across their path for her to take out. 

“About one hundred and thirty-five thousand, six-hundred and eighty eight, if the behemoth of a brother in law is correct. Supposedly, it was the last consensus of the living members of the city before the calamity. Again, supposedly.” He offered her the answer to her morbid question, along with the map he had been drawing on a limp piece of thin and dry leather. 

“I kind of feel bad for them, y’know? So many helpless civilians. So few of them knowing how to live without their precious Queen of Plenty. Living in luxury yet subservient to one who deemed herself closest thing to a God in all the realm..” He shook his head, passing by the caves without much of a second glance; happy to leave it behind for now. Something in there curdled the blood in his veins, and it wasn’t just the smell coming from it. 

Malthaius’ eyes slowly opened to the cold air stinging the skin of his face.He sat up and leaned forward with a lurch and yawn before stretching; the blankets falling from his bare chest that had long been adorned with scarred tissue in patterns that seemed intentional in application. His hair was a mess and his lids heavy from the sleep still. He heard ruckus in the adjoining room, and he stood before wrapping the blanket around his waist to avoid walking completely nude in the cold rooms. Looking around, he would first glance the windows and note the frost along the edging of the pane; running a finger along it to make a little smiley face and a few snowflake embellishments. 

It was snowing outside, and the silence was never old to him. It always felt so relaxing to look outside and not worry about enemies or some hostile force. Felt like a dream; one he didn’t want to wake from.

“Happy Winter’s Veil..” He would say softly. His feet carrying him across the cold wooden floor, taking note of how much cleaner the place was that he now inhabited. It was a change in comparison to being a wandering inn patron. This little dimensional rift manor was pretty much now home- thanks to his sister Cherly and her 9 foot tall behemoth of a mate, Shadrelar. 

As word of the Tidestone missing made their way, it only stirred ancient evils that had laid in wait for the time to strike. Which for Dithaya meant there would be at least something she could get her hands on in the ways of intelligence about the Alliance’s movements. Ships disappearing into a void in the middle of the sea to reveal a long forgotten city and queen that none on land were fond of. All of this unsettling her thoughts as she continues her morning routine before her lover would stir. Upon feeling Malthiaus behind her, she pauses her work on her braid to see the man’s reflecting with her own. A smirk playing her lips as she leans back against him. 

“Yes our little getaway with the others has come to an end.” Her hands finding his arms as she leans her damp head back onto his shoulder while he kisses along hers. “And no we can’t. At least I can’t. With what little I know thus far, there’s no possible way I could avoid seeing what there is in Nazjatar. No doubt it’s put Shad somewhat on edge considering who resides there..” One eye opening as she felt his lips touch her cheek. Turning around, she slips her arms around the back of his neck. “What’s to say you wouldn’t be able to find some interesting Highborne relics to place into the vault?”

“Of course if the rumors are true, this may be another situation similar to that of the Legion. Bringing both sides of the conflict to finish a common foe. Though..not sure how long that will last this time.”

Malthaius clicked his tongue, clearly not too enthused about taking on yet another war that wasn’t his own. The chance for relics and artifacts didn’t disillusion him to the context of how it were need to be done to achieve them. He knew Dithaya would go off to Nazjatar to test her skill, and to learn of their earliest culture if possible. Shadrelar, he wasn’t disillusioned either, would seek to learn what he could of their magicks and find the Tidestone that was stolen from Dalaran, apparently. His glazed eyes would blink and refocus on the barely clothed Elven woman in front of him via her reflection and sighed defeated with a nod. “Agreed. Of course I’m not letting you go alone. Don’t think you’d let me, either, if I was.” He nuzzles her cheek and gives it one last kiss before slowly slithering his arms from around her.

“I’ll go get dressed, and prepare.” He gave her a gentle, playful squeeze to her backside before slipping swiftly out the bathroom to avoid being the target of something thrown. He chuckled a bit before turning and heading into the room to get dressed, sipping his now cooled cider and clicking his tongue. “Well, shit.. guess it was foolish to hope it would last forever.” He belted his boots before sliding some throwing daggers into the buckles- “Hey Malth!”

‘Mildly concerning..’ she thought to herself as she thought of even the first time she had been pressed up against that very mirror. Even the moments the two had thrown themselves into each others arms. Granted the mage and his tiny lover were no saints either. The ranger had lost count how many time she heard something being shattered and a howl resonate through their den. It was fitting to call it so, they were all beasts in some sense be in in the literal sense at times or their own appetites. She had even been unlucky to walk out in the middle of the night to see the burn of a hearth blazing and the two tangled in passion. Her and her own having done the same moments before which left her with a lit cigarette between her lips. She supposed it never occurred that they could sound proof their chambers and elsewhere, but she was never one to truly judge. 

Dithaya wasn’t that far behind in getting dressed in her own attired. Her favored leathers and cloak only to make adjustments when necessary. Even her own hair hadn’t changed up to be in the loose braid to drape over her shoulder. Ears flicking to Malthiaus’ voice echoing from the common room. “I’m not that far behind you,” she calls out as she makes her way through the entry way. With him already loading her quiver, she sets her sights on her bow. The tension of slack for the moment as it had been months since she had wanted to shoot it at anything worth while. Any practice she undertook was done with another to build the strength in her arms and back to make the draw easier. Sitting on the table, she begins to fix the string to each end, giving the occasional pluck until hearing the hum like a silent harp string. Her ears remain open to his words as she smirks. 

“Given where we’re heading, it’s not all that surprising we wouldn’t be able to fly or sail. Seas pried open to drop you off as if it were the Maelstrom itself. I have no doubt there isn’t some form of barrier to keep even more forces out. Hopefully Proudmoore actually did something worthwhile..” Still to this day, the quel’dorei was not fond of the former Kirin Tor leader. Even if she were to outright apologize for her actions, it would not rid her of the taint she brought with her. Though her thoughts were then interrupt by the random thought of how the naga had even remained viable. At what point did their procreation come in the form of eggs? How did they find it out in the first place? Shaking her head, she didn’t want to know nor want to find out, but had no doubt they would regardless.

“At least relocate it to where it doesn’t face us the entire time. I didn’t take either to be a voyeur of sorts, but I may be wrong at this point.” Shaking her head, she fixes her quiver to her back while carrying her bow at her side for the moment. 

Upon breaching the portal, the ranger froze for a moment when the bracelet was clasped onto her wrist. Though she hadn’t been imprisoned before, it almost felt like a shackle of sorts with how he had placed it on her. Slowly rotating it around, she catches a glimpse of of the soft runes that were carved into the truesilver. Her ears gently twitched to explanation of it and her azure gaze fixed on the metals once more. She wasn’t completely blind to the infusion of arcane that wrapped around it, more so to the effect that she hadn’t true devoted her life to practicing with them outside of using them for wards.

“Afraid of the Old Gods trying to turn you against me?” she asks with a smirk. “I suppose you think I’m somewhat possessed into wanting to be with you.” She knew that was something he joked about with her. The truth of it was that he had also confided in her that he was amazed she had any interest in him at all. Their more pressing issue would be what they would face below.

“Well, you did watch them once before.. granted moreso out of fear of making noise and ruining the moment.” He poked. “..such a romantic. Watching some  massive elf and some poor little human.” His laughter buckled behind his fist to hide and stiffen the soft giggles he attempted to hide, imagining the scene in his mind playing out like some comedic playwright.

“Afraid of them? Well, yes.” He smirked lightly, not bothering to hide it or be haughty of the subject. “..prolly one of, if not -the- best thing I’ve ever had in me life. Of course I’m going to protect you at all costs from being turned into some quivering slave like they have so many others.” He smiled then, tilting his head. “..though, y’know, I know how good a shot ya’are with that thing. Prefer not to get one through the eye. Like I’m sure you’d prefer not to be stabbed or dosed on some Zandalari Voodoo toxin. Just a hunch, y’know?” He chuckled and granted her a final soft kiss before before both stepped through the portal, hand in hand and geared to the teeth.

Upon reaching the docks, she could feel a difference in the atmosphere. The city still bustling with the ranks of many scrambling about for resources on any front they could find. Not long ago would she be in her own in room enjoying time to herself while working with her unit on whatever mission was at hand. Though now the circumstances were different. She hadn’t heard a word from her superiors in months at this point and began to wonder if any were still breathing much less fighting against whatever lay beyond the stones. As she watches the soldiers be carried, the pungent scent of decay and toxin already returning her to a darker time. The difference this time however, the undead were not their enemies and there was no snow laying on the docks..yet. 

Snapping back to the present, she blinks toward Malthaius to focus once again. “No, I think we prepared enough and could manage so long as we don’t get too overzealous with our equipment. I wouldn’t be against of crafting whatever necessary if we do run out of supplies.” Her gaze moved toward the portals that lay ahead knowing that would lead them to their destination. She wouldn’t deny the anticipation that set inside of her, but it was also a trait to keep her alert to their surroundings. Adjusting her quiver and cloak, she takes a deep breath to get the slightest waft of ocean air. “Let’s move.”

Some time later..

“The fackin’ sun cooking all this shite now the water’s gone... my nose is gonna fall off!” Malthaius grumbled loudly to himself, pulling up the leather face-wrap stitched inside of his hood. The stench of dead and dying fish, rotting kelp and sea slugs, and the growing scent of bloody corpses just baking under the hot sun. Nazjatar wasn’t cold as he anticipated; but the warmth only made all the smells permeate so much stronger.