#ellachis

Telchis: "I am pleased to announce that on this day, our daughter Lyra Truefeather has been blessed to this world."

On January Fourteenth, Ellasha Blacksun and Telchis Truefeather joined in holy matrimony before the eyes of their peers. They together have joined house and heart and come united for all their days to come.

Create a scene using mostly Onomatopoeia to describe the setting. You do not have to write the entire narrative using them, but attempt to limit your descriptions to sentences and phrases containing them. If you need examples, look here.

Taduk, taduk, taduk!

An elegant destrier armored in Truefeather crimson, gold, and blue hurtled across the jousting field toward the opponent.

Kashht, kashht, kashht...

Ellasha’s armor rustled with each loping step of the horse. Her sights were set firm ahead, honed into razor focus on the knight across from her, riding with equal determination.

Taduk, kashht, taduk, kashht, taduk!

The destrier swallowed the field under its massive strides. The opponent grew nearer, nearer, and nearer, until...!

KANG!

Ellasha struck, and her challenger parried.

Ffffgggk! Taduk, taduk, taduk...

Ellasha swore and kicked her heels into her steed’s flank to press it onward for another loop.

Taduk, kashht, taduk, kashht, taduk! BWOOOONGGGGGGGGG!

On the second go around her lance connected with her opponent’s shield.

Ksheen!

His lance glanced off her shoulder-plate.

Taduk, taduk, taduk, taduk, taduk!

Another loop. He was getting closer. She held firm to her lance and bared her teeth at him from behind her helmet, then struck with unrelenting force - no holding back for this opponent.

CLUNK-- oomph!

The air whooshed out of her opponent’s lungs as she unhorsed him.

HA-HAA!

She crowed, light with the fierce beauty of triumph.

Ggguhhh... fffck.

Her opponent rolled over in the grass - shffft, ssk - and ripped off his helmet, staring breathless at the rosy afternoon sky with his golden hair wreathed around him.

Thuft, thuft, thuft. Thud!

Mailed to the soldiers of the Sunguard

Join @felthier and I in celebrating the union of Telchis and Ellasha on January 14th at 8pm! 

Sign ups are on the in-game calendar and invites will go out at around 7:30-7:45pm to help give time for summons. We will kick the evening off with their ceremony and then a reception gala to follow! Attend in formal dress and stay as long as you want :)

Man I freaking love these two~

Entry 07. What is the most memorable meal in your character's life?

Ellasha Blacksun watched the orange firelight cast dancing shadows across the stoic countenance of Telchis Truefeather. His long ears flickered with the sounds of the pine forest around their makeshift camp and his clover eyes were glazed in reverie. The air was blessedly temperate in these Emberlight mountains despite being in the depths of winter - courtesy of the warm ocean winds blowing over the mountains. She reached toward the spit to give the roast a spin and sniffed delicately at the meat.

"A few more minutes, and I think it will be ready."

Telchis' attention rose to her and immediately his eyes softened from whatever had haunted him previously. War in Northrend was looming on the horizon, and this was such an ordinary excursion. The sort of thing civilians with lives in towns away from the horrors of the Scourge and Necromancers embarked upon.

"I hope you are as fine a cook as you claim to be," Telchis quipped with a wry smile. Ellasha rolled her eyes, but she could not help the answering smirk that curved the corners of her lips.

They ate, then, and stuffed themselves full of meat and wine they had packed all the way from the Dawnspire. It turned out that campfire cooking was the only sort of cooking that Ellasha knew how to accomplish. They laughed as they interchanged jokes and innuendos about what exactly Ellasha could do with meat.

It was happy and untainted by the weight of what awaited them in Northrend.

As the wine settled in and the fire reduced to embers, Ellasha sprawled in Telchis' lap and listened to him tell stories of his past and even lowered enough of her barriers to return the favor. This was trust, she had thought to herself. He was something more than just her lover - he was her dearest friend. She was never a poet nor one prone to outspoken declarations of love, but she yielded that evening and poured out her heart to the Truefeather heir. Both feet in the water. He rewarded her with making love beneath the stars, painstakingly attending to her pleasures.

Telchis: Her words snatched him from whatever haze his mind lingered. They cut through the fog of memory and galvanized his senses. His eyes looked first to her hand where a diamond shone in the flickering candlelight. “There wicked guilt that I feel in my core. Something so deep and terrible that it rips apart my insides. I speak out of pain, not in reality. My father fought and died as he swore to do. He fought so we may live. I will honor that sacrifice until my dying breath. I will live for the both of us. You know this Ellasha. You know of the pain that I speak of. You know the thoughts that shadow your mind, eating away at your consciousness. You know the dagger’s edge of the ‘what ifs’ and how they draw blood in your heart. It is through his actions that I stand here today and we are all alive to rebuild."