My Fun OOC Blog. Minus the Fun

Blaire walked along the top deck of the Golden Odyssey. The deck was relatively empty of people or crew as the airship glided through the air. Eventually she found a place at the bow of the ship and climbed over the railing and sat down upon it. If she leaned too far forward, most likely she would plummet to her death over the terrain slowly moving below. She didn’t falter though sitting comfortably watching the sunset in front of her, the wind against her face.

She came to this secluded spot for a reason other than to watch the sunset before her though. It was quiet other then the wind, quiet enough for her to think to herself. To reflect. To not be bothered. She ran the events through her mind that led to what she had been part of days ago…the Destruction of Aemeili. She didn’t protest it when the Father had said what the plans were to find his son who was being held and raised in the lands of Ter’de’Croix.

Why didn’t she protest it? Sure she denounced everything that had to do with her homelands. Wanted nothing to do with the title that was rightfully hers that she passed off to her cousin. Wanted nothing to do with the Lands she was raised in…not raised…survived in. Was that why? Did she hate the lands so much because of what people she did not remember do to her since she could walk? Constantly trying to let nature kill her. Putting her in situations that normal people, normal children would easily perish under. Yet…she survived. She survived and lived, and she got her revenge on those very people. On every person that was to blame for the pain and suffering she experienced. They were gone now, and she was still here. Was that why she let the Father’s plans proceed?

But the people of Aemeili, none of them, not one, were any of the people that hurt Blaire. They were truly innocent in every way possible. They had done no wrong to her, they had not slighted her, she didn’t know a single person that she saw perish that day. Aemeili was just a city to her in all retrospect.

Why did she feel guilty then? The anger and sorrow she normally felt when in the lands of Ter’de’Croix were replaced by sadness and sorrow as the Flock left, the damage done, the child they came for in their possession. Why did she feel that way for a land that in her mind, had no love for her? So why should she care what happened to its cities, or its people? None of the them would blink twice if she was to die. Anyone that may know her in all of Ter’de’Croix probably think her dead anyways, at least they did. Davmir probably has bounties on her at this point. Before he was forced to apologize in front of Blaire he had all but pronounced her dead, and her cousin was vindictive to those that harm those he cares about.

Why did she wish she could go back in time and stop the Father, find another way to get the child for him rather then let an entire cities population be raised before her eye?. She had let it happen to gain favor, to show that the Flock was all she had now, and in a family where the strong survive, she couldn’t have shown weakness by pleading for the city to be spared.

Blaire shook her head looking around her. The sun had set, the orange sky was replaced by black with dots of white as distant stars lit up the night. She looked down to her watch. Had she really been thinking about this for over an hour? It didn’t seem that long. She straddled the railing she sat on and placed her feet firmly on the deck and started walking below deck to the sleeping quarters.

Her last thoughts as she laid down for the night were this. Was it worth it? Was it worth letting a city be destroyed for the sake of one child? Yes, it was. She had gotten back things she had been without for some time for her part in the event. Not only a gift, but some clarity. 

Did she regret letting this happen to a city of her homeland? A homeland that despite all the bad history and memories she had, and a land she had no hand in anymore, was still a place she had connection to? Yes, she regret the decision to let it happen every night since. Images ran through her mind of people being torn to bits by the Tree, people being burned alive by a wall of fel fire. Their Screams haunted her.

Yes she regretted it. But the past is the past. What is done is done. She couldn’t change the timeline, nor did she want to. This action that she was apart of, truly cut her off from everything the was Du’Croix.

She was no longer a Du’Croix. She was someone without a Surname or a birthplace to call home. She was just Blaire.

Davmir sat in his office breathing heavily. For the past hour he found himself literally tearing his office in the Du’Croix Manor apart. His desk was over turned, anything that was on top was strewn about the room. Chairs had legs broken off or were tipped over against the wall below holes created from the impact of being thrown. The few Bookshelves in the room were turned over leaving books scattered about the room. Compared to the immaculate cleanliness outside of this office in the rest of the manor, it looked like a small isolated tornado had torn through this room specifically.

Davmir slumped over in his chair his hands resting in the palm of his hands. He fought the urge to break down, especially in this current time when he needed to project strength of being a leader. He ran over the timeline of events that happened in the past two days.

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First, two days ago reports from parts of the Du’Croix Navy stationed on patrol off the Ter’De’Croix territorial waters reported seeing a massive flying Airship drifting in and out of the clouds above, like an illusion. Davmir thought nothing of it and passed it off as the crews hallucinating, despite being hardened sea veterans. 

The next day, the same reports came in again from local fishing boats off the coast of Aemili. His interest was peaked and he started to have the situation monitored. But what happened he did not expect, or could even plan for. A wave of magically enhanced long ships fell from the belly of the Airship. When they boats hit the water, fisherman reported seeing undead filling the boats to the brim.

Then reports of a band of well armed, suspicious figures landing not long after in the fields outside of Aemili. The guards on duty were short due to religious observational hours so they band of strangers entered the harbor city with no objection, a fatal mistake. What followed not long after is something that would haunt Davmir for years to come, making him feel the blame for not doing more.

First it was a report the figures walked straight to the city center demanding an audience. Then a report of them talking with the Lead Guard of the garrison in Aemili. Then all literal hell broke loose. The boats that carried the Undead horde made land fall, encircled the city and started cattle driving the entire populace of the city towards the city center, showing no prejudice killing men, women, children, and guards alike that tried to escape. Reports started coming in mass of a wall of Fel Fire being spawned and the populace being driven into it as it blocked the entrance to the City hall which apparently had its own issues happening inside.

As soon as he could get a network set up he worked with the Sages Corp to give him a view of inside the City Hall, as well as magically project himself to those responsible for the massacre, his intention was to save what populace was left, no matter the cost.

When he saw who the figures were, on in particular, his gut dropped. He had heard of the Crows from his Wife, and from his spies reports as they watched over Blaire. He hand’t heard from his cousin in months, he thought her for dead at this point, but there she stood, among this flock of savages watching the massacre take place. The massacre of her former people.

The price…was one he had to accept though he knew he would regret the ramifications when his wife would return. The child that they had been watching over for close to a year now was retrieved and handed over. Refusal of the demands would be met with destruction of more cities and villages in Ter’De’Croix, and considering this band of less then twenty living souls and a swarm of undead slaves leveled the second largest city in the land, it was not an empty threat.

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Davmir leaned back in his chair letting out a pained scream for as long as his breath could carry until he went silent. He stood up and slowly walked out of the office. The first person he ran into was as solem looking maid who could see the mental pain her Lord was experiencing. All Davmir could do was utter a few words “Bring Zamantha home. I need her.” The maid nodded and rushed off as Davmir slowly made his way into the married couples bedroom slamming the door behind him.

Dark days lay ahead of the Du’Croix nation. They were attacked by a force that Davmir had no interest in trying to go against. Not after what he witnessed inside the City Hall that day. He regretted telling the Mages to allow him sight inside the building rather then just audio.

The death of a city was led by one man. The Price of the safety of his nation was one child. And that day, he lost the only blood family he had left. Despite knowing he had Zamantha at his side, she wasn’t there when he needed her, and he truly felt alone, he only wished his wife would be at his side soon. He was not able to face this alone.

Well, turns out this horse is beautiful and strong and fiery and wonderful and no one can ride it. Philip and his advisers agree that it is a gorgeous example of a horse, but regretfully they don’t want a half-wild and unmanageable stallion and they’re gonna turn the deal down.

At this point Alexander, who’s been watching very carefully, says “It would be a shame to lose such a wonderful horse” and just fuckin goes over to the half-wild stallion, catches hold of the bridle, and hops up on the 1500 pound half-wild horse. 

(This is a good way to get super dead, if anyone is wondering, but Alex never, once in his life, gave even a single fuck.)

Phillip and all his advisers are slightly freaking out now, visions of tragically dead and trampled prince and heir flashing before their eyes. And Alex, the little shit, proceeds to ride that horse around the paddock as calmly as a lamb. The horse quiets down and behaves beautifully. Everyone goes “What the actual fuck.” Philip is crying tears of manly pride, and according to legend says here “My son, you must find a kingdom big enough for you.”

(What happened, see, is that Alexander, being an observant sort, noticed that the stallion was shying from his own shadow. And so he turned the horse towards the sun, where Bucephalus did not see his shadow and therefore calmed down.)

He had access to some of the best teachers and tutors during his time which played a huge advantage, but he was also super observant of the known world around him. He saw and learned how rulers of the age ‘led’ their people and took from that and pretty much did the opposite. Take Darius of Persia, the guy ruled with an iron fist and practically jammed his culture down the people he conquered throats and those that rebelled he cut down. 

Whenever Alexander conquered a new area like Persia, the Middle East, part of Asia, and Northern Africa, instead of trying to force the Greek culture on those he beat he mainly let them stay the same culture wise. In fact in some areas he actually embraced some of the regions and cultures into his own life, he was very polytheistic outside of just the Greek pantheon. In Egypt Alexander worshiped the god Amun much like Zeus, and the Egyptians prophesied he was the son of Amun as well.

There were instances that Alexander leveled some important cities just because of the threat they could impose in the future, and there were people that didn’t like him, but that comes with any conquering party in a new land. When Alexander rode through the lands most times he came off as a Liberator more than a conqueror and there weren't many instances where he totally dethroned the regions rulers but instead made them governors or gave them other leadership positions to maintain power in Alexander absence, and really the only major changes he made was that his council had control over the taxes of his territories, everything else that didn’t need to be changed, wasn’t, and it allowed his territory to prosper.

To build even more cohesion among his regions he often encouraged his officers and generals to marry nobility from his liberated territories, not force marriages. He saw the power and control that could be had along with building unity among his people through these marriages.

I have found quite a few people focus on the ego of Alexander, i mean i don’t blame them, he down right deserved it. Ignore the fact that he had over 70 cities named after himself and when you historically look at those cities and note their location they were less just him putting his name everywhere but they acted as garrisons and outposts for his Army to have a constant presence in every region he controlled.

In the end though one thing I like to imagine is what he could have accomplished if he didn’t die so young. Not many people realize or know that the days before Alexander died he wanted to go back on the war trail, go back to India and the far east, but at the pleading of his advisers to stay and relax for a bit in where some scholars argue that he was poisoned. Imagine what Alexander could have accomplished if he didn’t die so young.

And to really demonstrate the kind of leader he was, on his death bed for as long as he could hold on he met with as much of his Army that he could to give them a chance to say their final good byes.

The only real troubles that Alexander the Greats nation had was after his death and that was because his Generals bickered and fought over who got what parcel of the territory. Once that was divided up, things actually went back to being ruled like how Alexander ruled previously and there was relative peace and prosperity because what he had established made sense. So it just goes to show that ruling with an Iron Fist and trying to destroy a culture and impose your own, isn't always the best way to lead and earn the support of your people, by letting the regions he conquered/liberated self-govern themselves with minor involvement from the overall Greek culture despite the massive size of the territory he controlled, he really faced no opposition after he took over.

The last one is a request for a very dear freind:

Introducing:

JackMojis!

Watching @therealjacksepticeye​ playing the game Simulacra and pulling off those faces for these emojis sparked some inspiration for me. :) 

I had tons of fun doing this, so I hope you guys enjoy it! 

“My wild flower. She’s currently a little bitch. During the Sisters in Sin event, Blarie hit me! How dare that noble brat lay a hand on me! Despite her unruly behavior, I do care about my flower. No matter how many times Blaire vanishes, I know she’ll return.”

Davmir walked down the streets of Stormwind enjoying the mid day breeze. The changing of seasons could be felt in the air. He looked down to his right hand where he held a pet crate covered in a dark cloth shielding the creature within from the sun. He smiled as he heard cooing noises emitting and raised his head back in the direction that he walked.

It had been a few weeks since he had seen is beloved wife. Her duties to the Golden Odyssey had taken her to Argus numerous times for purposes to help the Alliance as a whole, and to help cement a trade foundation for the company. Meanwhile his duties took him back home to the seat of the Du’Croix families power. Normally he wasn’t a spontaneous person, he made it a point to calculate his every move and weigh all the options, but one day something changed.

He walked into their room and their massive closet…mostly filled with Zamantha’s dresses and clothes. He needed to pick out a suit to meet with a foreign dignitary in which he was working with to establish his own trade relations for the families benefits. His dilemma was he couldn’t pick out a suit, he had plenty to choose from, but each time he laid a hand on one a memory would flash back to the day that Zamantha had given it to him as a gift. He couldn’t help but smile. Eventually he picked out one and went to their shared safe full of jewelry and dress accompaniments and again, his choice was hard as memories came back to the gifts Zamantha had gotten him.

He  eventually chose his outfit and laid it out on the bed and just stared at it for a long while. He couldn’t help but admired the craftsmanship his Wife put into it, and something rare happened to him as a single tear found its way down his cheek as all he could think about was how lucky he was to have married Zamantha Choi. Everyday was a special day, how they met was beyond normal for a relationship, and despite how busy they both were with their respective responsibilities, they had a love for the ages. He shook his head wiping away the solitary tear. He thought of everything she had given him, the gifts, the love, the support, and it isn’t like he didn’t give things in return, but the more thought he put into it, most of his gifts were in response to what she had given him. Nothing was ever original, or creative, it was just the standard. This thought bothered him and he felt the need to change that.

Over the course of a couple weeks he went through the process of trying to find the perfect gift. He researched jewels and clothing, even mounts and pets, but nothing stuck out, in his mind everything he looked at it was generic, it wasn’t special or unique. Then an opportunity came from within his own ranks. He had a few of his men accompany Zamantha on her numerous trips to Argus acting as part of her guard, but for the sake of her safety he had reports given to him on how the mission was progressing. One report stuck out though, a report that included an observation on her interest in one of the local fauna of Argus, the best the man could describe the creature was as fox but with magical qualities. It had enthralled her attention the moment she saw it but duties prevented her from interacting. This creature, this was to be his gift.

He started pressing every trade contact he could think of, fromt he legal to those in the black market. It wasn’t a cheap or even well know commodity and gathering one was going to cost him a small fortune, but for Zamantha, Davmir was willing to pay any price to make her happy. It didn’t take long before one of these creatures arrived to the Du’Croix manor. For days he spent time playing with, admiring, and training to creature. Thankfully it was playful by nature already. He made plans and prepared for a trip for Stormwind, the new family pet in tow.

After another half hour or so of walking Davmir approached the Choi manor within the City. The guards outside saluted the Lord as they let him in, honestly they weren’t expecting him, his inquiry of Zamantha’s whereabouts led to the discovery she had gone to the Golden Odyssey offices to take care of some paperwork. He gave the guards a warm smile before walking inside and heading to the living room where he sat down in one of the arm chairs. He took the fox from its cage and set it on his lap gently patting it, waiting for Zamantha to return.

Seeing as neither Aevar’s or Cerridwyen’s blogs were very active due to a lull in their story development, the two blogs have been combined to create one joint blog. Both @flutiasong and @mp-guard have access to the blog and will occasionally update with new inspirational pictures and stories.

(( This is after some RP had about a week ago, just getting around to making a post about it.))

Blaire opened the door to the small apartment she had rented within the city. It wasn’t large by any means, more of an open concept loft then anything, it suit her though. It was in good condition, somewhat renovated and in a decent area of the city. The two windows on the two far walls had views of the docks and ocean below  and would let in a stream of healthy light…if they weren’t covered up with black satin curtains. Blaire liked it dark in the room, a lot of her decor was dark lately. The sheets on her queen sized bed were black silk, the furniture was a crimson red satin she had moved from the Du’Croix manor. The artwork was mainly abstract in nature with black, greys, and reds. In all the room had a very…gothic feel to it.

As the door closed behind her with a securing thud she just stood there a moment. Her leather satchel draped over her shoulder, her sword and knives resting at her hip. 

She just stood there…thinking. Contemplating. Plotting.

Her meeting with Monisha again did not go how she wanted, by no fault other than her own. Thinking over the words that were spoken, the promises made, she just stood there…until her thoughts overwhelmed her as she burst into a rage. The first to go was the bag. She sent it flying across the room with ease its contents of books, vials, parchment, and the lone gold pendant with the well cut large ruby laid inside scattering across the floor. She furiously undid her sword belt sending that flying too.

She let out screams of anger as she clenched her fist, shadows started to coalesce around her hand. The shadow of her figure given off by the candles in the room started to loose its form and turn into a blob. Her breathing became hard, seething filled with the hate she had swimming through her veins at the moment. She stalked around the room gripping at her head shaking it furiously as thoughts raced through her mind.

Why couldn’t she ever just stand up to Monisha. She wanted to be independent, make a life for herself that didn’t revolve around the servitude for another. She achieved murdering her parents and grandparents…at least in one life. She was starting to make outside connections, people she could consider actual friends, or at least acquaintances. Still, when it came to Monisha its like every beneficial step forward she has made, all the progress, just goes away and she feels like she is at square one, trying to prove herself useful in whatever way she can no matter what it gets her into. Hell, even running into Sybil North a few weeks ago had her doing the same thing. 

Again she screamed, the shadows morphing into even more hideous shapes, taking a life of their own almost. A shadowy smoke started to billow around her, the room itself becoming darker as it seemed like whatever light existed from the candles and fire place was being snuffed out.

Then a knock came to the door and everything disappeared and returned to normal. The candles burned brightly giving off the warm glow again in unison with the fireplace.

Blaires face went emotionless as in an instant she composed herself. She did an about face and opened the door to a woman dressed in all black work clothes a hand on a dagger hilt at her side. Blaire sighed knowing immediately who it was. “Davmir doesn’t trust me to live on my own yet apparently. Cassia, I am fine it has just been a long…frustrating day and i need to release some steam. I assure you.” The woman eased up a bit “Are you sure Lady Blaire? I swore i saw…smoke from under–….” Blaire put a hand up “Don’t alarm yourself, it was just your imagination. I am sure you work yourself too much and are tired. I won’t be leaving for the rest of the evening so take the night off.” Cassia relaxed fully now. “Of course Lady Blaire.” Blaire was about to shut the door when she stopped. “Can you do me favor. I have a list of items I need delivered from home, can you ensure it gets to one of the stewards and have them sent here as soon as possible?” Cassia nodded “Of course Lady Blaire.” Blaire walked to the counter in her apartment leaving the guard-of-sorts at the door. She took some parchment and quill of the floor and quickly jotted down a list of items. She walked back to the door “Thank you Cassia. And make sure you relay about the blood rubies I need the largest we have. I have some plans for them that I need as much surface area to work with and adjust. Thinking about picking up a new hobby to fill my time.” Cassia took the parchment and nodded “I will have it relayed as soon as i can Lady Blaire, if you need anything I am just down a floor.” Blaire nodded closing the door.

She walked across the room and plopped into the crimson satin chair that sat in front of the fireplace. “No trust in this family…” She rubbed her temples as she closed her eyes. She sat in silence for quite a long period of time before speaking to herself. “I need to spill the truth to Monisha. I will get her the rubies she wants, but I need to stop avoiding it and just rolling over to her every command. I am capable, I know I am. Varyem, Verlai, Pleo, Renlarian, they all see potential in me that I don’t see. Instead of living up to it I just roll over and act like a clueless schoolgirl who has no idea what the fuck i want to do. No More. I am Blaire Asimara Du’Croix. I am the ruler of the Du’Croix clan. I have noble blood coursing through my veins. I need to stop acting like scared, naieve girl i was and starting acting like the woman i know i should be…”

For the rest of the evening as the sun slowly set, the dull orange peaking through the cracks in the black satin shades over her window, Blaire sat in front of the fire in silence. Thinking, plotting, contemplating. Her hands steeped together and smokey shadows dancing between her fingers as she controlled it.

To followers and friends who I RP with and what not both on Blaire (and to my Vulpes and Co. friends who I am using Blaire’s Tumblr’s as a proxy for Secilia as i know i have a few that follow…i think?)  i offer my apologies that i have been absent lately. Between a mixture of IRL stuff and some unfortunate bad luck i have not been around to play…mainly because I havent had the ability to.

Allow me to explain. Most know that I am in college so…that is a pretty obvious reason why i havent been around, school is important and while i probably spend WAY to much time on games during school versus homework (not that I complain, I enjoy my games), this semester has been an interesting one. I got invited to join a Leadership organization which i gotta go through the process of stuff to be inducted, I have a volunteer position at a Children’s Hospital on Wednesdays playing video games with kids (Gotta keep the pattern Strong. Go games!), and i have been having some good opportunities to travel and work some gaming events. Actually this past weekend I got to drive 8 hours to St. Louis, MS to attend a Halo UGC Halo tournament as a referee…at least for a day before some things came up and i had to return home…BUT for the day I was there was an awesome event to attend and I hope i get to attend more in the future.

BUT with all the IRL stuff i have going on the biggest reason I have been gone has mainly been bad luck. I have been without my Desktop computer for almost a month now due to some issues and complications. First….my video card took a dump. After a well spent 500$ on a new one (GTX 1070 for the win?) and putting it in, my computer decided that something else was wrong with it. So now it has been sitting at a computer repair shop for the past two or so weeks and I found out that not only was my old video card was bad (I had them test it just to make sure) BUT my Motherboard apparently decided to say F U as well. THANKFULLY got good news i am still within my warranty so I just have to send my current motherboard back and they will send me a new one. How long that will take I have no idea but hopefully soon. Its just a family curse I guess, it can never be ONE thing that goes wrong sadly. (Example, within the span of like less then a month my parents Washer, Over, Fridge, AND Microwave ALL took a dump.) 

SO, that all being said between IRL, and my unfortunate computer luck, those are the reasons i have been gone. It has not been without regret and sadness, I can only play so much Skyrim, Rainbowsix Siege, and Skyrim before i realize how much i want my other games (To think all the dailies and gold I have missed…and the legendaries i could have gotten.) I am hoping to be back soon and RPing. I keep telling myself I will write like filler stories for at least Blaire but if I am anything, I am a creature of habit of…and that habit(s) is forgetfulness and lazyness. I am hoping to be back as soon as I can but I am at the mercy of the US Postal service and the computer repair shop to put my PC back together.