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One of my Void Elf character's- Reliyum.

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I've been teaching myself how to draw and was told to upload my starting point to hold myself accountable. It's not great by any means, but it's a start. Getting use to the program, the pad and the drawing. I hopefully will be able to look back at this and see my growth. -Sparrow-
"Slotted spoons don't hold much soup"
âWell, then use a normal spoon? Iâm sorry is this supposed to be some kind of deep message?â The cloaked man asked, tilting his head to the stranger in front of him, heâs in the pig and whistle drinking Moonberry juice âCause it flew over my head.â
The blonde woman frowned at her bowl, holding up the wooden spoon that had holes in it. Why would they give that to her? âNah mate. Its just an observation. Who the heâll gives ya a holed spoon for soup. Do they not want ya to drink the brothâŚor what ever this is?â She muttered in clear annoyance before tossing the thing behind her, probably hitting someone with it, before she picks up the bowl and just drinks the soup.
Zaraec would look over with a chuckle âThat does sound like a complete pain to eat soup with, hear I got an iron spoon if you want to use that.â He offered as he digs into his pack to search for said spoon. âDonât know why theyâd give you a slotted spoon, but whatever I guess..â
Sid had already brought to bowl to her lips, her hazel eyes glancing towards the man as she drank from it. âI think Iâm good mateâŚâ She mumbled, chewing on what she hoped was a potato. After swallowing the food, she at least set the bowl down on the bar, instead of tossing it back like she had the spoon. âIâve come to learn that the workers here like to make my life a bit more difficult. Itâs what ya get for making problems for em I suppose.â Wiping her mouth on the back of her sleeve, Sid nodding towards him. âSidonee.â How lady likeâŚthat was her greeting. Poor manner less woman.
With a smirk, he would turn to Sidonee with a two finger half salute âZaraec, pleased to meet ya.â He said as he place his pack on the ground again, taking another sip of his juice, âWhat do ya do?â He asks curiously. Tilting his head with a curious glance, his massive cloak shifts slightly with his movement,
âDrink mainlyâ came the distracted response as she tried to order a drink, now that she at least had something non-alcoholic in her stomach. âWhen Iâm not doinâ that Iâm usually at the docks workinâ there. What about you Zaaraec...ZaRec...Zaraec..â Sid clearly stumbled over the name, trying a couple different ways of pronouncing it. It was foreign to her mouth.
"Slotted spoons don't hold much soup"
âWell, then use a normal spoon? Iâm sorry is this supposed to be some kind of deep message?â The cloaked man asked, tilting his head to the stranger in front of him, heâs in the pig and whistle drinking Moonberry juice âCause it flew over my head.â
The blonde woman frowned at her bowl, holding up the wooden spoon that had holes in it. Why would they give that to her? "Nah mate. Its just an observation. Who the he'll gives ya a holed spoon for soup. Do they not want ya to drink the broth...or what ever this is?" She muttered in clear annoyance before tossing the thing behind her, probably hitting someone with it, before she picks up the bowl and just drinks the soup.
â Careful the things you say children will listen. â
The crash could have been heard through the square. Sitting in the middle of the commotion was Sidonee. The daft, blonde woman was a magnet for accidents and it seemed that today would be no different as her feet caught the edge of a cart, bringing herself falling towards the cobble. It would not have been terrible had she not reached for the cart to catch herself and managed to bring it falling down around her as well.
âBloody fucking fruit!â Growled Sid as she covered her head, trying not to get pelted with the raining apples.
âCareful the things you say, children will listenâÂ
What the hell was that? Sid sat up almost instantly, embarrassed, looking for the source of the reprimand. And perhaps children.
Nope...no children...and no source.
Wait...were they trying to tell me something? Sid looked down and gripped at her very flat stomach. Using her fingers, Sid starting to count days in her head, the sudden fear settling when she realized that she wasnât actually late. Letting out a large breath Sid scoffed and stood rapidly.
Idiots...thinkinâ I was pregnant. The fools. She thought before scooping up and apple and running off before the owner of the cart returned.
(Erm. Thanks Anon? Heh. )

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Into the Woods Musical Sentence Starters.
â You can talk to birds? â â The prettier the flower, the farther from the path. â â For all that I know, sheâs / heâs already dead. â â Slotted spoons donât hold much soup. â â Thereâs a dead giant in my back yard! â â What about our anger? â â Do you think it was a picnic disposing of your husbandâs remains? â â No one cared when there was a dead giant in my backyard! â â I donât remember you volunteering to come to my aid. â â Now I have two friends: a cow and a harp! â â The difference between a cow and a bean is a bean can begin an adventure! â â But where am I to go? I have no one to take care of me. â â There are big tall terrible giants in the sky. â â Oh, my precious calls to me. â â Sometimes the things you most wish for are not to be touched. â â Some of us donât like the way youâve been telling it. â â When youâre dead, youâre dead. â â Youâre not good; youâre not bad; youâre just nice. â â Careful the things you say children will listen. â â To the people in the woods during the last midnight. â â Will you please go home! â â Well⌠perhaps it will take the two of us to get this child. â â Itâs magic that⌠defies description. â â Iâve never lied to royalty beforeâŚIâve never anything to royalty before! â â I need that shoe to have a child! â â Oh, these beans are no ordinary beans. â â This is ridiculous, what am I doing here, Iâm in the wrong story! â â If you know what you want, you go and you find it and you get it. â â I was raised to be charming, not sincere. â â Worrying will do you no good. â â I can capture my own damsel, thank you. â â What kind of a name is that? â â The harder to get, the better to have. â â What a strange name⌠Strange, but beautiful and fit for a prince. â â No, thereâs a dwarf standing guard. â â Wanting a ball is not wanting a prince. â â What I want most of all is to know what I want. â â Your house was a dream. Now I want something in between. â â When first I appear I seem mysterious, but when explained Iâm nothing serious. â â Never can tell what lies ahead, for all that I know sheâs already dead. â â Every knot was once straight rope. â â Sometimes I fear youâre touched! â â No, what matters is that everyone tells tiny lies. â â There are bugs on her/his dugs! There are flies in her/him eyes! â â You know nothing of madness âtil youâre climbing his/her hair⌠â â Sometimes the things you most wish for are not to be touched. â â The closer to the family, the closer to the wine. â â The mouth of a wolfâs not the end of the world. â â Opportunity is not a lengthy visitor. â â Iâm not longer a child. I wish to see the world. â â Donât you know whats out there in the world? â â Someone has to shield you from the world. â â Who out there could love you more than I? â â Stay with me, the world is dark and wild. â â Itâs no sicker than your thing with dwarfs. â â Anything can happen in the woods. â â Any moment we could be crushed, donât feel rushed. â â Wait a minute though, I chopped down the beanstalk, right? â â So the one who knows what happend to the bean is you! â â Oh, dear! But I didnât knew it, so I dropped it right here! â â Itâs the last midnight, itâs the last wish. â â Broke a little vow, did you? â â Ok, thatâs the thing you enjoy: placing the blame. â â If thatâs the ame just give me the blame! â â Iâm not good. Iâm not nice. Iâm just right. â â Children may not obey but children will listen. â â Only I can lift the spell, the spell is on myhouse. â â Well, that makes no sense. â â What kind of magic? â â I see youâve the red cape. â â I donât believe that egg came from that hen. â â It plays the most beatuiful tunes without your even having to touch it. â
Into the woods! -squeee- Send me any of them or all!
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Pepe: Best Garrison Feature EVER.
Down the alley from a familiar bar you can hear a commotion. Before you look, a familiar head of blond hair runs past, waving. Close behind are two ruffled men chasing her, yelling about a mother. (I said I'd send a starter. Ta da! -jazz hands-)
Davrel had spent a time away from Stormwind city that felt like years. He wore a blindfold over his eyes, a hooded cloak to keep himself hiddenâ but the distinctive face immediately gave him away. Marred by light scarring as it wasnât before. Davrel found himself in a home that didnât feel like home.
It felt like hostile territory. He strolled down an alleyway his thoughts to himselfâ milk white hair falling loose over his face as he made his way further into the safety of darkness. He felt a body check into him. He lookedâ a blonde woman. A familiar figure. Maybe she could tell him where he could find solace. Two men rushed past him. Their intent was obvious.
The men would suddenly find themselves halted at the entrance to the alleyway. Davrel pulled down his blindfold. His eyes, blue and un-natural, burned with a vengeance. The men, would not leave that alleyway for a good while.
Illusions of their worst nightmares left them weeping in the fetal position. Davrel readjusted his blindfoldâ and proceeded to search for the woman.
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It had been a curious night for Sid. She found herself without company and decided to keep a low profile. Or so she thought. Wandering the alleys, Sid was stopped by three idiots who thought it a good idea to accost her. Sid didnât like that much and soon she found herself running away after some choice words and a few good kicks. So much for a low profile. Her head had just turned to look behind her as her feet continued to carry her forwardâŚinto someone.
âOoofâ Sid huffed, eyes looking to the person that she had just hit. Familiarity struck her but it wasnât enough to make her stop as rage filled voiced got closer. Not the time to stop and chat. So instead she just waved and ran off once more, cutting sharply into a thin alley that was dark and out of the way. In her head, the three idiots would continue to follow the road and she would be able to circle back around without worry. However, as Sid stood there, waitingâŚnothing came. A couple of minutes passed and still nothing.âHuhâŚdid they give up?â she thought. After a couple more heartbeats, she slowly crept out of the thin alley and looked down the road both ways, trying to listen for the angry voices. Nothing.
âWell that was anti-climaticâ Sidâs quiet voice said before she started to walk back down the alley. It was time for a drink, and she knew the best place for it. Putting the incident out of her mind, Sid started to whistle a sailing tune that she had heard a hundred times before, making it quite obvious to find her as she walked towards the bar, nothing but a decent glass of whiskey in her mind.
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Davrel quirked an eyebrow as he saw the girl retreat into the tavern. As if asking for more and more trouble. He adjusted his cloak and pulled his hood more over himself as he strode within the bar. He let out a sigh as he scanned the crowd. Quickly discerning who was and who wasnât of interest.
He strode up to Sidâs table, and took a seat. Silent, he made gestures in common sign language. If she could understand, it was a question.
âWho are you?â
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The whiskey hit the spot. And for a couple of moments she sat there, quiet and simply enjoying the glass. Her eyes traveled here and there but for once she actually stayed to herself. That is until a cloaked figure sat at her table causing her to jump and look at him with wide eyes. Did she really just avoid one fight to get into another? Getting ready for the inevitable, Sid sat on edge until she saw the man sign. AlrightâŚa bit odd to most, but what probably caught anyone else off guard who happened to be watching was that she responded automatically.
âSidonee. Why? Who are you? Do I owe you money?â
She signed and mouthed clearly, encase he could also read lips. It was odd for the woman to realize that habit took over before thought. The man could probably see the surprise in her eyes. Sid had not used sign language in years and it would probably show if they continued to speak in it. To break the chain of memory that she was running down, Sid took a deep drink and watched him carefully. She wasnât as fluent in it as she was once long ago, but she hoped it wouldnât be much of a problem. Oh boy the things you run into at a bar.
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âNo. Do you know Starlight? Elf. Woman.â. He adjusted himself in his chair, careful to keep his distinctive face hidden as he signed to her.
âBad memory.â
Sid would notice that something about the figure across from her was just wrong. She could feel it in her gut that this man across from her was nothing short of evil. She would also discern that the man wasnât breathing.
The blade at the manâs sideâ barely visible from the part in his cloak seemed wrong too. Like it was watching.
He continued to sign. âForgive my forwardness. I am new here and this place has not been kind.â
There was a distinct pause as Sid thought about his question but also the chill that ran down her spine. She wasnât drunk. At least not yet, but Sid didnât feel quite right sitting here with the man. Before she bothered responding, Sid finished her drink and signaled for the barmaid to bring two of the same over.
âNo. I donât know a Starlight. Too many elves. Is sheâŚexpecting you?â She signed once more, pausing to remember the motions as her mouth moved to word them as well. To an outsider, the two probably looked absolutely insane. Then again, most of the bar knew Sidonee and just assumed that she attracted trouble and odd things.
âDo you drink stranger?â She asked him, head tilting to the side, trying to avoid bolting out of the door like her instincts told her to. When the drinks arrived she moved one of the two of them towards him, trying to avoid contact. To Sidonee, buying a man in a hood and a foreboding air around him a drink was kindness
âWhat brought you here?â
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Davrel shook his head, mouthing the word. âNo.â, he shook his head to the next question but he accepted the kindness anyway as he took a sip from the ale. Davrel shifted himself in his chair. He looked down to his sword- as if it were speaking to him.Â
He nodded in acknowledgement before turning his head up to Sid. Finally speaking. His voice, steely and hollow. An echo of his former self remained in his voice.
âA mistake.â
âA mistake brought me here.â
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She was about to sign that he didnât have to drink it when he spoke. A couple of thoughts went through her head at the moment. One, she felt like an idiot trying to recall her poor broken sign language when the man could talk. Two was that his voice registered and made her shiver. She could see why most wouldnât want to offer him kindness. Between talking to his swords and the foreboding appearing, it was hard to warm up to him. However, if Sid could deal with Death Knights, she could try to handleâŚ.what ever he was.
âWell mate, mistakes can often lead to better thingsâ She said out loud. âOr at least more interesting things.â Sid paused, took a long drink from her glass and shook her head. The hazel eyes eyed him up and down, unable to see much thanks to the hood and cloak. Familiarity at the echoed voice stung in her mind but that had been a long night for her. âSo if ya could talk this entire time, why put up with my terrible finger talk?â She asked rather bluntly. It seemed that Sid wasnât so polite sometimes.
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âIn a city where many despise the Ebon Blade, what do you think they would do to those not under that banner?â
He folded his arms. His hood receding on his headâ making the blindfoldâs purpose more obvious. There was a feint, blue glow behind the blindfold, obvious. âInteresting things and better things are no concern at the moment. I am searching for someoneâ and I have taken up too much of your time already.â
He stood up without further words and started toward the door. Pulling his hood further over his face.
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Alright... Sid thought in a way made her question her own sanity. All she wanted was a drink and to pass out. Instead she got cryptic men and in almost fights. Why was her life one weird turn after another? Blinking off that train of thought though, Sid watched him walk away before waving. âHope ya find who youâre lookinâ for. Or rather, find what ever youâre lookinâ forâ She muttered around the rim of her glass. âMight help if ya smile a bit!â She said more loudly now. The woman had no idea when to shut her mouth! But as he left Sid just leaned back into her chair and shuttered. What a night.
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You asked me for the truth once. You begged and then threatened to gain it. But you should have known I wouldnât give in so easily. To give you the truth about this matter would be to condemn us both. The nooses tied and presented by my own hands. You may be blind to it now, but I hide to save us. Our family...the memories..what we were trained to be...How could you blame me? It was simple to look up to you once upon a time, before the training. Then training turned to work, and work turned out to be a dark pit that would take our souls.
So you ask about my past and I am not only reluctant to hand you details, but adamant that you stay in the dark because in all reality you have no idea with true darkness is. I try to stay in the light...I force the happiness I never had as a child to come out now because if I slip, even for a moment that pit threatens to consume my future as it did my past. So please...do not ask for the truth. Do not look at me with those concerned eyes and beg for me to open up. It would kill you to know, and I already have too much blood on my hands. I am a breaker. That is all you know, and even that is too much.
                                                                               -Rinara Redvalor - Rin
"Look on the positive side. At least things can't get--" Sidonee
Kicked out of the tavern for causing trouble. His drink spilled. Sidâs drink spilled over some imbecile who thought it was wise to try and cop a feel. A bruised jaw on the right side of his face. The night was still early and there was still plenty of drinking to be had. Except they were now banned from the other taverns in the city for similar shenanigans in recent time.
âLook on the positive side,â Sid chimed up. âAt least things canât getââ
âAh. Ah. Ah!â Tobai quickly placed his index finger against Sidoneeâs lips. âDonât. Donât say it.â He lowered his hand. âDo not, for the love of Light, sayââ
The crack of thunder cut him off and he sighed in defeat. His shoulders slouched and he looked down to the ground as the rain started to come down with a vengeance. âYou just had to say it.â
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There was a prang of sympathy for Tobai as they stood outside. It wasnât much for her to cause issues, but she was starting to get the feeling that perhaps Tobai was taking a beating and it was mainly her fault. Poor Tobai. Sidâs eyes crossed as she looked at his finger, ready to bite at it if he didnât remove it soon. But she didnât get much of a chance before the rain started and they were now outside, smelling of beer and the rain.
âYou just had to say itâ He muttered in clear annoyance. Sid couldnât help it at that point. Looking at a water drenched Tobai, she burst into laughter and sighed. After the night they had, this was icing on the proverbial cake. With not much else to do but laugh, Sid raised her arms and welcomed the weather, head tilted towards the sky. âAt least you wonât smell like piss poor alcohol any more.â She quipped back, brows arched as she looked to him. Sid might be bad luck.
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Sexual Sunday: What does she wear to bed? (Rin)
As much as I would like to say she wears the sexiest lingerie and post a cute gif of some, Rin isnât that type. The breaker is a bit more down to earth and usually sleeps in an oversized shirt. Unless she is at home, in which case she generally sleeps nude.
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