#gilneans

Local WLW shop owners tease their local bisexual rogue customer while he tries to buy poison

After the Lich King helmet was broken Scourge and Undead run rampant across the world, and with Gilneas being unoccupied the undead swarm through the area.

We have Harvest Witches, but what about dark witches like that of the Heartsbane Coven? Let’s get some dark coven magic in the forests of Gilneas after having fled Kul’Tiras.

With the undead and witches running rampant in their kingdom the Gilneans get the aid of the Order of Embers to use their expertise.

Then we get this dark, spooky, witch hunter vibe where the Gilneans use their curse to help fight those things that go bump in the night. The Gilneans become monsters to fight monsters. Having Worgen guards outside of every town keeping guard with the help of the Order of Embers.

Give us the dark, gothic, creepy vibes for the Worgen and Gilneas. I also would not mind if the Gilneans offer some part of their land for the Kaldorei, at least as a temporary place for their refugees until they can move back to Kalimdor.

gilneans asked: 💋 for lucy ok.............. okay maybe................. but maybe let them KISS

Celebrating a victory felt as hollow as ever now, but it was something they all had needed. The question was, whether it was truly a victory or waiting for the next attack, but the official narrative for tonight was that the Alliance had been victorious - and that was to be celebrated at Proudmoore Keep itself, with the Lord Admiral presiding over the festivities and of course, with many high-ranking quests.

Letting loose in those circumstances wasn’t something Lady Waycrest was used to; in fact, it felt like the last party she attended had been a lifetime ago. After all, there hadn’t been much reasons over the last months, year even.  In that case, she had been thankful that the princess of Gilneas kindly had joined her for the evening so she wouldn’t feel too much out of place; quite a symbiotic relationship, because Lucy would’ve guessed that as a royal moving in a foreign nation wasn’t too comfortable either. And aside from sharing the same table, they also shared more than one drink. It was a celebration, and that was part of it; and competitive as she was, they challenged each other in many ways over the course of the evening, until they reached that state of inebriation that made them wander off on their own adventure.

They had left the keep between the beer and wine served, hand in hand, giggling like they were little girls and had a fraction of that carelessness before left, making their way to the maze. Lucy couldn’t probably tell whose idea it had been, tipsy as they were, to go hide and seek there. And with the cool air carried over from the sea hit them, 

She felt the princess - no, Tess - pulling her back before she could run off into the dark again, twirling her around, and pulling her close as if they were still dancing to the faint music that still reached them there; Lucy expected that this was what she wanted, truly not opposing when she felt her arms around her waist as this wasn’t anything new - they had shared a few dances - but she wasn’t prepared when Tess suddenly put her lips on hers.

Warm and soft and sweet, with the spirits of the evening still lingering, Lucy caught her breath in surprise, her body stiff as she could feel her heart skip a beat. She could feel her touch burning even through the layers of fabric and corset - Tidemother, why was it suddenly so warm here? -  With shaky hands she lifted her hands, gently cupping Tess’ face, pushing her lips against hers, still shy, still unsure of what was happening, the first time she really kissed a girl, the first time since- But it was a sudden flare; something got loose and it wasn’t just the intoxication of the night. Something in her was burning now, and she pushed herself closer to Tess, wanting to feel her body on hers and-

Dizzied, they caught their breath again, parting almost unwillingly, with their faces still so close that she felt she could count every eyelash.

“I-,” she stammered, blushing deeply and thanking every known higher force that it was too dark to see it, “I... th-thank you...”

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          The sky, a vibrant blue unseen elsewhere on Azeroth and unblemished by even the wispiest of clouds hangs oppressively low above their heads, as indomitable and unremitting as the sand dunes encircling them; soft, undulating peaks shimmering with heat and sloping into barely shades valleys all the way to the horizon. By now, Valeera has become accustomed to the unstable lurch of the ground following each step, but grains sliding and squeaking beneath her toes, the intensity of the sun beating down on them, scorching her sweat-slicked skin and baking the leather stiffening uncomfortably around her midsection and lower, threatens to substantiate her companion’s grumbling.

          That Tess knows very little of the multifarious jobs she has taken, that this expedition is more favour than job, and that the princess had chosen to accompany her, Valeera lacks the energy to point out.

          She trudges to a weary stop, the sand shifting beneath her feet for half a second longer, as if it too is too fatigued for decisiveness. She unhooks the canteen swaying at her hip, and though the mouthful of gritty, too-warm water she gulps down is hardly more refreshing than the hot breeze wafting over the arid landscape, too weak to even unglue the hair stuck to her neck, she offers it to her companion all the same, squinting at the dunes around them as Tess drinks. Just as the light dulls the otherwise conspicuous glow of her eyes, her vigilance is sapped of conviction ------ their exposure is disconcertingly removed from the shadows in which they usually ply their craft, but out of sight of even ruined detritus of bygone civilization, their progress through the interminable desert marked only by the occasional, portentous remains of creatures too withered to identify, it is almost unfathomable they could be taken by surprise.

          “Only if we don’t find what we’re looking for,” Valeera finally returns, mustering more resolve than the wilted tail of her hair inscribes. A glance to ensure Tess’ welfare ------ pink under her perspiring face, shoulders sagging, but not yet ceded to the environment, if her acerbity has anything to say about it ------ and the blood elf lumbers on.

or consider… preserve her character bc you know what blizz will do.