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Logan’s Trip to [REDACTED]

Chapter 3: Logan's Super Eventful Visit

Logan learns about an SCP known as the Voodoo Organ Transplant by none other, than Remus. So, Logan adds that to his list of SCP's to meet and visit.

Logan's choice of SCP's leads to a lot more fun and playfulness rather than serious moments.

Happy Tickletober everyone! Technically, I might be doing the Tickletober days super out of order and...not all of them will be done. So, why not have some fun this October? We kinda deserve some fun after the roller coaster we call 2020. So, I hope you enjoy! This is Tickletober Day 09: Ganged Up On! (AND YES THIS COUNTS BECAUSE IMAGINE THAT SCP DOING THAT TO YOU!)

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Daily Writing Challenge Day 9 - Poison

Poisons were such thrilling and versatile concoctions to create. Out of everything that could be made with various plants and venoms, they were among Taric’s absolute favorites. Sure, helping people was always nice, but poisons were dangerous, and dangerous was fun. Of course not all of them were deadly, many just produced a wide array of unpleasant reactions, others were for keeping vermin away, but it was the lethal sort that the alchemist preferred to create.

He sold plenty of the tried-and-true blends, those were the kinds that he could make in his sleep. Since a lot of his clientele at The Red Rook were pirates, or something akin to pirates, poisons were in high demand. He didn’t question the motives, they tipped well and kept him in business.

However, it was his passion to experiment outside of the box. These sorts of things demanded live subjects, and thankfully there was no shortage of Bloodsail Buccaneers in the area. After all the problems they had created for the occupants of Booty Bay, and after what they had done to friends, to himself, and to his mother, he felt zero guilt in using them as his unwitting subjects. Not that Taric was the type to capture and keep a prisoner in his basement, but it was easy enough to spike a shipment of supplies if you had the right connections. All he had to do was wait and watch the magic happen.

His latest experiment would surely be a massive hit among his patrons. It had no particular taste nor scent, and the smallest amount would be fatal whether it was ingested or absorbed into the skin. Perfect for spiking drinks or food, or even rubbing on the lips of cups or perhaps on doorknobs or weapon handles. Poisoning drinks was so last century, one had to be much sneakier these days.

The best part of this particular poison, which he aptly named the ‘Slow Burn’, was that it would take varied intervals of time to work its magic dependent on the victim’s body composition. For some it would take a couple of days, others a week or longer. Then, by the time any foul play was suspected, the poison would be untraceable and make it seem as if the victim had died of heart failure.

He slipped the handful of bottles into a safe, like all of his lethal poisons, these would never be on the shelves for the general public to see or purchase. A perfect, but extremely dangerous poison, at least to the living. He was quite proud of this one.

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Day 9 - Cycle @daily-writing-challenge

Life had become a predictable cycle: Wake up, pretend everything was okay, go to the gym, go to work, sleep, then rinse and repeat. There were a few occasional distractions that he enjoyed, but for the most part it was the same day after day. Prison had forced a similar monotonous routine, and at one point he had made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t fall into those old habits once he was released. But here he was.

He missed his unpredictable life, full of adventure and excitement. Mostly, he missed making a difference in the world. His therapist had suggested getting back into training and sparring more often to work out the built-up aggression. It had helped, but it also made him desperately miss his time in the military. What he wouldn’t give to be able to go out and join the inevitable fight once more.

Even though he no longer had his magic to aid him, Xylaes had still mastered many fighting styles and would be a formidable opponent against most. Especially against those who were prominently casters. He had been devastated when the overzealous judge ripped away every ounce of his own magic, but the process had been so brutal that it left him completely immune to all magic used against him. Unfortunately, this included healing spells as well. If he were to be hurt, he would have to rely on healing naturally. What a pain in the ass that had already proven to be.

All he wanted was to feel useful again, and not just as a means for release. He knew he was more than that for a small handful of those close to him, but his past still hung over him like a dark cloud that was impossible to escape. It was difficult to see a way forward. Maybe one of these days he would find his purpose again.

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Poison

The steady tink-tink-tink of the glass under her fingernail was just sharp enough to keep her thoughts from falling too far down the proverbial rabbit-hole. Her eyes wandered over the morning Bazaar markets and she leaned on the rough counter of her stall.

Concoctions and elixirs. Soaps and perfume. Oils, creams, and potions. Tiny vials and large bottles nested in crates stuffed with straw. Others sat on the fold up displays. Khaeris had always loved the little glass containers her wares came in. She was thankful for her friendship with Pyraelia for many reasons, but connections to talented glassworks were valuable in her alchemical trade.

Especially to some of the more illicit wares she kept under the counter and out of sight.

Her mind circled back to the past few days and her gaze dropped, as if she could see through the counter and to the clandestine goods just below. Poisons of a wide and careful variety. Had Pollux really understood what she’d offered the other night, in that conversation about the elder Lo’sharri? She wasn’t sure he did. They had never talked about it. It wasn’t the sort of thing that just came up.

She could fix a problem she’d never been told to leave to rest. At least not directly. It was a problem that needed fixing, clearly. Aerden healed fast, but he should never have needed healing. Even if it hadn’t been the man--it was definitely the man!--he still had done things like that in the past. He deserved it.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

Day 9

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Politics

Day 9 - Cycle

With an armful of materials in his hand, and floating books trailing behind him the magi makes his way through the city of Dalaran with a wild look of fascination and wonder in his eyes! Talthorn's self, from his white sorted braids to his once solid blue robe were splattered with inscribers ink and covered in arcane dusts. He was on his way to make yet another discovery through his research. He just needed to make it to his borrow workstation, and he could start spending the day in refining more of his telemancy understanding.

Before he can take that turn, he comes across a most puzzling series of events before him that it causes him to slow and observe. There was a very heated argument going on in this empty area between a pair of elves. It looked to be his cousins in blue and red ready to break out into something violent. Hard disputes of heated politics bled through them both as they faced off against each other in a snarling mess.

Right as the tensions were coming to a peak, Talthorn's ears droop a bit as it was always difficult to watch other elves continue this cycle of hate. Feeling he could stop this, he blinks forward leaving his mountain of items behind and holds out his hand in between them both. He was letting them know bluntly that they were being seen and heard by someone else.

"This is not your fight, Highborne filth." The Sunreaver woman only gives a short look over the Kaldorei man that fits her perception of what he represents.

"Listen to her and step away." The Silver Covenant member sneers, waiting for the older elf to get himself out of their space.

Despite not being wanted there, Talthorn stays his ground not feeling the need to correct the woman in red. "These quarrels don't have relevance at a time like this. We should come together over the real issues at hand. There is a world to save. You both have matters that deserve more of your attention, I am sure."

The magi said his peace and watched a swirl of disdain and bitterness around them for a time. As the older man's words simmer in both their heads they take time to evaluate the validity to his statements. With the Legion's threats so heavy on everyone's shoulders, most had dropped their fighting amongst each other if only for a short time. Animosity still danced but the both of them shove off from their planned assault on each other quickly.

"You're not worth my time." the Sunreaver begins.

"I don't need to waste my energy on this. I've got more important things to do." the high elf declares.

Talthorn felt safe now watching them walk away with their own silent reflection about events, looking a bit guilty that they let themselves get caught up in politics so easily. It was difficult to know what each had been through, what their beliefs were about the situation at hand. Dalaran was still recovering going through yet another transition, with such lingering feelings between kin.

If the world could stay united a bit longer, perhaps it would be a way to break more cycles just like this one. It was a silent wish from a hopeful soul for a time of healing.

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(( This mage is known for attempting to break up fights with others, especially among other elves. It’s never an easy answer, and it has not always been successful. But Talthorn is ever hopeful that he can be the change he wants to see. <3 Also seriously, back to faction wars after Legion made me wanna scream. Just sayin. ))

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A Bitter Cycle

Daily Writing Challenge Prompt: Bitter + Companion / Cycle + Poison / Reap Day 8 2020 + Day 9 2020 + Day 10 2020 Thirteen years ago, upon the shores of Northrend.

“They look like High Elves... What are they doing here?” “Prince Arthas. We are the blood elves! We have sworn to avenge the ghosts of Quel’Thalas. This dead land will be cleansed.” “Northrend belongs to the Scourge, elf. You made a terrible mistake by coming here. Slay them!”

Sentences that rung within Aidan’s mind as the Lich King’s hold slipped on Arthas. Avenge the ghosts of Quel’Thalas. Cleanse this dead land. Good ideas, but they would find no fortune in following through on them, realized the Knight as he watched a group of Nerubians rise from the frozen wastes, erupting from the ice like water from a waterfall. “For Ner’zhul!” Came the cacophonous war cry, before the Scourge washed over the Sin’dorei like a tidal wave of death. Now, standing on a pile of Elven corpses, Aidan Dawningblade looked around with a bitter smile. The frozen winds of Northrend were the only companion he would carry, now. He had sealed his fate. Damnation was all that awaited him.

The last time Aidan had resided on the frozen shores of Northrend, it had been during Arthas’ quest for Frostmourne. Where Muradin Bronzebeard was slaughtered, alongside dozens of his own men. Where they butchered mercenaries they had hired. “Nobody goes home ‘til our job here is done.” Those words were still loud and clear within Aidan’s mind, for his job would never be done. The ‘Bane of Life’ was trapped in that poisonous cycle, every plated footstep carrying him closer to the blissful embrace of his true death, which would contain bliss until it didn’t.

A week later

Aidan stood watching as Arthas and Illidan dueled, their battle a sweeping, graceful dance.

Illidan Stormrage, The Betrayer. Demon Hunter.

Illidari

Arthas Menethil, The Crown Prince. Champion of the Scourge.

Lich King

Two figures that were intimidating in their own right, the combat that had once filled the battlefield having come to a stop to watch their contest of strength. Who would win?Stormrage, likely one of the only people that could hope to contest Arthas in such a duel, was still little match for the fallen Prince’s unholy might, and he was swiftly struck down. What remained of his army surrendered swiftly afterwords. “Thou shalt reap what thou hath sown.”

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Logan’s Trip to [REDACTED]

Chapter 3: Logan's Super Eventful Visit

Logan learns about an SCP known as the Voodoo Organ Transplant by none other, than Remus. So, Logan adds that to his list of SCP's to meet and visit.

Logan's choice of SCP's leads to a lot more fun and playfulness rather than serious moments.

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Daily Writing Challenge Day 9 - Poison

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Poison

Especially to some of the more illicit wares she kept under the counter and out of sight.

Tink. Tink. Tink.

Day 9

DWC2020

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Politics

Day 9 - Cycle

"This is not your fight, Highborne filth." The Sunreaver woman only gives a short look over the Kaldorei man that fits her perception of what he represents.

"Listen to her and step away." The Silver Covenant member sneers, waiting for the older elf to get himself out of their space.

"You're not worth my time." the Sunreaver begins.

"I don't need to waste my energy on this. I've got more important things to do." the high elf declares.

If the world could stay united a bit longer, perhaps it would be a way to break more cycles just like this one. It was a silent wish from a hopeful soul for a time of healing.

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A Bitter Cycle

Daily Writing Challenge Prompt: Bitter + Companion / Cycle + Poison / Reap Day 8 2020 + Day 9 2020 + Day 10 2020 Thirteen years ago, upon the shores of Northrend.

A week later

Aidan stood watching as Arthas and Illidan dueled, their battle a sweeping, graceful dance.

Illidan Stormrage, The Betrayer. Demon Hunter.

Illidari

Arthas Menethil, The Crown Prince. Champion of the Scourge.

Lich King

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