Dated 10/25/33

((Featuring @kottkrig‘s nastiest boy, transcriptions under the cut))

For once, Remington Thornbolt wasn't a vendor, and she celebrated the prospect of visiting a market where she was just a nameless face, unshackled by infamy or even her undead nature.

These were the times Remington treasured, the normalcy. Meeting Realta and Sabanth here was a surprise, but far from an unwelcome one. The two had been traveling through Lordaeron, hoping to dip into Hillsbrad to Silverpine.

A good choice; Tirisfal Glades was nothing but a blighted wasteland. Even the dead could not survive. The Blight did not discriminate.

But when the two mentioned they’d be going down to Uther’s Tomb, something nagged at the forsaken’s conscience: Andorhal. The city wasn’t far. Remington offered a black glass rose to Realta, a selfish request to lay the piece at the town square in respect of May. 

Gregory nor Remington ever gave her a proper burial. Andorhal was ground zero during the Plague and a war zone for Scourge, Alliance, and Horde for so many years. For all the resilience and thick skin the hunter had attained throughout the years, facing the place where she had lost everything was too much.

Purchases:

Kul Tiran Hydromancy Purification Oil (for Leontine Lowtide)

The secrets of Kul Tiran tidesage hydromancy are locked near-exclusively behind their cultural gates.

Since their inclusion into the fold of the Alliance, attempts have been made to secure the method by which these hardy oceanic people use pools of purified water to view the past, present, and future with little to no effort - or connection to the leylines.

One method explained poorly by a drunken acolyte - plied by many, many rounds - was that tidesages bless a pool of water, and then add drops of oil from the processing of a very rare fish into that pool; this would create an oil-slicked surface that granted the tidesage commune with the past, present or future.

This oil has been procured by that source, and those familiar with the practice may be relieved or angered to find a source of considerable holy oil away from Boralus, or their homeland.

"Leo,

I know how bad you miss your home. This oil caught my eye when I first saw it. I ain't know much about ttidesages, but this seems like a little piece of home you can treasure.

Keep your chin up.

-Rem."

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Hyldnir Rune-painted Bones (for Remington Thornbolt)

A bag of mostly intact bones recovered from mass graves dug outside of vrykul settlement areas.

These are scattered remains of the Hyldnir - those that attempted to ascend by battle to the position of ruling Ulduar by the side of Thorim, due to the unfortunate death of his beloved Sif.

The unworthy frost vrykul Hyldnir that perish in these rounds of combat are buried in a mass grave, their caretakers indifferent to ensuring their spirits are honored by their body's proper internment. This left their bones exposed to the frigid cold and fleeting magic of Icecrown.

These bones have been collected by those who would desecrate them for turning down allegiance to the Lich King; inscribed with runes for empowerment, they can instead be cast as reading bones for divination.

Ever since she studied under Alton, the elderly Thornspeaker who Remington once nursed back to health in return for shelter, bone reading had become a hobby for the undead.

Even Remington knew powerful bones once she saw them. And these bones were to be added to her existing set.

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Imported Incense Bundle (for Pastor Floemarch and Loira Winford)

Several varieties of Pandaria’s most beloved and highly exported incense bundles. Crafted in the heights of Kun-Lai and packaged with a small wood plate upon which to rest the stick upright for clean, compact burning. Each stick is thickly applied with incense and has a base of a thick river reed, guaranteeing a long, slow burn time for optimal scent distribution.

These incense bundles come in four scents, and each bundle has ten sticks.

Dragon’s Blood, a cloying cinnamon scent with an undertone of rich amber and orange (for Pastor Floemarch) x10

Vibrant Garden, a scent of the Dream following a rainstorm; earthy and herbal. (for Loira Winford) x10

“Pastor Floemarch,

When you get the chance, I got a request to make of you. Ain’t nothing bad. Just holler when yer free.

Figured that you might enjoy this scent. It’s the least I could do for allowing us to shack up on the property.

Thank you for being the spiritual anchor for this little family we’ve all made together.

Embrace the shadow, pastor.

-Rem”

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“Loira,

I got a suspicion I know what yer doin’. Yer bloody staff and singed robes ain’t exactly subtle. Keep it away from the caravan, and we’ll be solid. Anyone asks, I don’t know anything.  

You know I worry. Stay safe, you hear?

Remember: Patience. Discipline.

-Rem”

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Protection Spell Kit x5 (for Billy Highman)

Are you a warrior with no Holy Shield? A loved one in danger? This spell will create a barrier around your friends or home to keep out unwanted enemies and spirits.

This kit contains: Protection Candle Vial of Heart Poultice Carved Moonstone Pouch of Dreamfoil Instruction Scroll

“Billy,

I know you try yer best when we get in the inevitable fight. I don’t know much about magic, but the instructions on these kits should provide some sort of protection if you do it right.

Remind me to help you with your aim later when you’re free. Just dawned on me we haven’t gone on a bonafide adventure ever since you first joined the caravan.

-Rem”

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Dispel Spell Kit x5 (for Ryeolan Quillsong)

Has someone cast dark magic on you, did you accidentally turn your wife into an Artichoke? This kit will help you undo your mistakes and counter that curse!

This kit contains: Vanilla Bean Candle Draenic Ink Diamond Chips Bag of Prayer Beads. Instruction Scroll

“Ry,

I’ll admit it: I laughed my ass off when I saw the pair of eyes I assume you drew on the back of pops’ head. I got you a little something-something. Ain’t too learned in magic, but these should help if you ever get in over your head. 

They’re dispel kits. If something goes real bad, just use these instructions to reverse it.

You help brighten up the caravan, and I’m always grateful for it. Keep at it.

-Rem”

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Purple Glitter Bullets? (for Remington Thornbolt from Realta & Sabanth)

A small box of bullets specialized for long distance rifles. When they hit a target, aside from the damage they also explode in a fine glittering powder which comes in a color determined by the box which is both safe to eat and also stays on for at least 6 hours before washing. 

Whether you are claiming your prize in a hunt, trying to make sure you can find a trespasser you managed to clip, or just want to add that extra bit of play to your gun-play these bullets are the Cogs Crank!"

The undead was definitely caught off-guard as this strange ammunition found its way into her palms by the two nightborne. While these probably weren’t as lethal as actual ammunition, the hunter reckoned she could use these as tagging rounds to mark whatever encroaches on the Respite--And also as a prank to shoot someone in the ass with.

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Locket of Mother’s Love x2 (for Gregory Thornbolt & Remington Thornbolt)

These lockets are a simple gold brass, polished and opening to two empty photo frames. If placed to the heart when thinking of fond memories of one’s mother, the locket will emblazon its insides with two pictures of your mother - even if none are in existence. 50 silver.

The ability to cry was long gone, but sadness was ever present when Remington thought of her mother. May Thornbolt was the first to pass from the Plague of Undeath.

The forsaken had nothing of her mother save for the gambler’s hat which was always present on her head.

As Remington pressed the locket over the cavity of where her heart would be, the locket shimmered with two pictures:

A photograph of May Thornbolt leading a young Remington by the hand through the forests and another of the priestess smiling, cheek pressed against her daughter’s.

The Fence Macabre would now see the forsaken always wearing the locket.

“I went to the @succulent-tart booth for the twerk off and I gone done twerk’t my ass clean off!! This is after I just learnt twerkin’ ain’t got nothin’ to do with fixin’ pipes! Dicenne invited me to come back and try again but I don’t think Miss Loira’s gonna wanna fix me up again...”

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Limited Edition Fence Macabre Hearthstone Cards! Collect them all!!

Part 1 of ?

(The following is an excerpt from the ongoing campaign within the Fence Macabre, continued from Part I: Field of Screams...)

Our heroes approached the Varok Saurfang Memorial Conference Center to find that it had been deserted for quite some time. The doors were locked (seemingly Goblin-proofed), and scaling the walls would be a bigger giveaway than a dead fish in a flower shop. As they considered their options, Remington noticed hoof-tracks that led to behind the large dumpsters in the side alley… hoof-tracks belonging to none other than Bumpo the Forsaken Goat, Billy’s trusted steed and business partner! 

Remington attempted to see if Bumpo could track Billy by showing him Billy’s Missing Poster, only to provide the goat with an impromptu snack. The gang then reasoned that if Bumpo has been here and gone without harm all this time, another half-hour or so wouldn’t be much more trouble, and set about breaking into the nearby emergency exit with a smelly, rusted crowbar Remy had found in the nearby dumpsters (not as cool a find as Ratbit’s Perfectly Edible Tuna Hoagie with Extra Pickles, but more useful in this instance). With a group effort, the trio triumphed over this trifling tribulation, traipsing towards the troubling trials ahead...

Come find the Fence Macabre at Booth #18 in Mar’at during the @worlds-faire-carnival​, a week long festival for the benefit of St. Jude’s and make some memories to last a(n) (un)life time!