Triststain Solarbane

Dear Quinn, I hope this letter finds you well. I know times are looking rather blek bleec gray and honistly it’s not looking all that great out here, i’ve had a cuple close calls already. Think i’m still a bit rusty. But you know, threw it all, i know we can make it threw it. The sun always rises right? The seesons always change. They always around and i hope i can always be around with you. I don’t want to think our short time together was just that. Maybe i’m scared, maybe i’m being greedy, but i like you and i like our time together. I don’t think this is all very fair.  I hope you have some where to go that’s safe, i don’t know if the city is going to be safe. Please get somewhere safe. I’ll have someone come check on you. So if you see them then they will help you. Also, if anything happens to me, don’t worry about the kids. Okay? I got that sorted. Just make sure to be safe. If you get lost, don’t worry i’ll come find you again. It’s funny. Letters. I mean, i’m writing letters on a page and that makes this a letter, so is this hole page just one big letter? Did that make you smile? I hope it did, maybe it wasn’t very good. Sorry. I really like your smile.  I’m heading out again, so it may be some time till i can nect  nex write. Be safe and take care. I can’t wait till this is over and we can go on another picknick, maybe do some fishing. I think Tay and Jay will like that too. Yours truly, Triststain Solarbane.

Sitting up slowly, still wearing leathers from the desperate flight from the day before, Quinn Varden takes in the interior of the safehouse.

Myzariel seems nowhere to be seen, and for a moment that makes a pang of disappointment hit her. She’s not surprised the somewhat distant Ren’dorei who helped her escape didn’t stick around in the long term, but still, she’d like to at least learn more about the Operative and her curious life philosophies. For now, she will simply see if there’s the possibility of friendship there in the future…if everyone survives this.

She rises with an aching stretch, scooping up the cat that woke her, who does a bit of protest flailing at being picked up, and carries it over to the food dish, nudging it to get the food within to cover the open spot at the middle, reminding Peaches that they are not in fact about to starve.

“Morning little assholes,” she murmurs, making her way over to the Terrarium sitting on the small table in the safe house, finding one of the dead mice brought along to feed Max to toss in for the snake within.

She rummages hands in her pockets as she explores the small space, fishing out brass knuckles, still spattered with ghoul brain matter, and tosses them into the sink to be cleaned up. Her other hand finds something she’d nearly forgotten about in the flight, the now slightly crumpled envelope that had been slipped beneath her door shortly before her escape.

It struck her as odd at the time, with the state of Stormwind when they fled, she certainly didn’t assume a courier might have been working, but whoever dropped it off didn’t make themselves known.

She sets the envelope on the counter, and starts the work of prepping coffee, nearly tripping as Peaches winds back and forth through her legs while she goes about her dazed morning routine. Finally though, she drops into a chair, sitting aside the Terrarium with a cup of warm coffee, and gets a chance to crack the envelope and pull out the letter within.

Dear Quinn, I hope this letter finds you well. I know times are looking rather blek bleec gray and honistly it’s not looking all that great out here, i’ve had a cuple close calls already. Think i’m still a bit rusty. But you know, threw it all, i know we can make it threw it. The sun always rises right? The seesons always change. They always around and i hope i can always be around with you. I don’t want to think our short time together was just that. Maybe i’m scared, maybe i’m being greedy, but i like you and i like our time together. I don’t think this is all very fair.

I hope you have some where to go that’s safe, i don’t know if the city is going to be safe. Please get somewhere safe. I’ll have someone come check on you. So if you see them then they will help you. Also, if anything happens to me, don’t worry about the kids. Okay? I got that sorted. Just make sure to be safe. If you get lost, don’t worry i’ll come find you again.

It’s funny. Letters. I mean, i’m writing letters on a page and that makes this a letter, so is this hole page just one big letter? Did that make you smile? I hope it did, maybe it wasn’t very good. Sorry. I really like your smile. 

I’m heading out again, so it may be some time till i can nect  nex write. Be safe and take care. I can’t wait till this is over and we can go on another picknick, maybe do some fishing. I think Tay and Jay will like that too. Yours truly, Triststain Solarbane. 

A pang of sadness, worry, fear, when she realizes who the letter is from, but as she reads, her heart warms. Trist and their kids has been a wonderful addition to her life in the last few months. Their time in the library studying writing together has helped improve both of them a great deal.

Little spelling mistakes that they might’ve corrected together during their study sessions make her smile, and grin warms a bit at the little jest about Letters, simple wordplay for those who share in not being able to read or write yet.

“We’ll do more picnics, and ice cream runs, and more when all this is over…so you better damn survive it Trist,” she murmurs to herself, as she folds up the letter once more, letting hand linger for a moment on it. “Alright Peaches, help me write a nice letter back on the off chance I ever get to have somethin’ delivered from here. Maybe Myz will take somethin’ for me next time she drops off supplies.”

She clicks fingers down, coaxing the cat to hop up into her lap, and grabs a sheet of parchment and quill to consider a response.

Stormwind is eerie. There are few people on the streets, either evacuated if they can afford it, or hiding within their homes. The alleys of Old Town certainly aren’t nearly as bustling with illicit deals and shady folks. Even they’ve found places to go.

Quinn walks through the empty streets, ducking into nooks when a guard patrol passes to avoid being questioned, making her way to the little alley by the canal off to the side of the Pig and Whistle. The place she’s meant to meet with Kat Hawke to follow up on the report she’d written.

Kat stands there, waiting for her arrival. The dark haired woman’s eyes are on the report itself, and her appearance gives every impression that she hasn’t slept in days. “How lon’ was this stock boy makin’ deliveries?”

Exhausted as Kat looks, Quinn realizes it’s best to stay directly on task. “The new one? Four days now, and just to us. I looked into it.”

“Up until he died at least,” Kat replies with a low hum as she tucks away the page. “That’s enough time t’get a decent amount of poisoned food and drink into the quarter.” 

Quinn’s nose wrinkles up, a moment of self irritation as she realizes her mistake in the report. It lacked clarification. “The old stock boy’s the one that’s dead. He was out sick, it’s why we had this replacement at all. So he’d have been affected at least four days ago, if not longer.” 

Kat flattens her lips. “In th’ future, please specify who exactly. Writin’ stock boy is rather vauge if two are in mention.” Admonishment done, the conversation pushes on. “Have th’ other staff complained of illness?”

“None of the rest of the staff is sick though, far as I know. Though none of us eat what we serve, we know better, and yes ma’am. I’m tryin’ to improve this writin’ thing all the time. I’ll do better in future.”

“Wot of those who handle th’ food?” Kat pushes ahead, giving know acknowledgement of Quinn’s intentions. The world their jobs live in is ‘do better, or be dead’.

Quinn picks at the leather of one dagger as she replies, “So far none of our kitchen crew seem to be sick. They should be right?” She finds herself asking for some reassurance. Maybe that could mean good things maybe? “They aren’t though.”

No reassurance is forthcoming. Kat’s attention has already flicked to the side of the Pig and Whistle. “Anyone around at th’ moment?” Quinn’s gaze follows hers.

“No ma'am. Most folks have been evacuated, not enough customers to be worth keepin’ staff in this time of day. There will be this evenin’.”

The director motions towards the tavern. “Show me where ya’ found the tainted supplies then.”

The Howling Owl brings you Thirsty Thursdays!  This is a monthly social event for all of us to hang out with all of you! Alliance and Horde are welcome!

Come to The Howling Owl for great drinks, bar food, spending time with friends and meeting new ones!

When: Thursday, October 3rd, 6PM WrA Server

Where: The Howling Owl (Mistfall Village, Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Pandaria)

-Make sure you bring your Elixir of Tongues!

-Please leave your weapons at the door when you arrive!

-No fighting on the premises and please be respectful to staff members!

-Have some fun! Hang out and enjoy some music and a lively atmosphere downstairs or spend some time on the dance floor upstairs!

This month we’re doing a Hallow’s End theme!  Come dressed in your Hallow’s End costume and get a free drink!

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The Howling Owl brings you Thirsty Thursdays!  This is a monthly social event for all of us to hang out with all of you! Alliance and Horde are welcome!

Come to The Howling Owl for great drinks, bar food, spending time with friends and meeting new ones!

When: Thursday, September 5th, 6PM WrA Server

Where: The Howling Owl (Mistfall Village, Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Pandaria)

-Make sure you bring your Elixir of Tongues!

-Please leave your weapons at the door when you arrive!

-No fighting on the premises and please be respectful to staff members!

-Have some fun! Hang out and enjoy some music and a lively atmosphere downstairs or spend some time on the dance floor upstairs!

This month we’re doing a Pirate Theme! Come dressed in your pirate garb and get a free drink!

The Howling Owl brings you Thirsty Thursdays!  This is a monthly social event for all of us to hang out with all of you! Alliance and Horde are welcome!

Come to The Howling Owl for great drinks, bar food, spending time with friends and meeting new ones!

When: Thursday, September 5th, 6PM WrA Server

Where: The Howling Owl (Mistfall Village, Vale of Eternal Blossoms, Pandaria)

-Make sure you bring your Elixir of Tongues!

-Please leave your weapons at the door when you arrive!

-No fighting on the premises and please be respectful to staff members!

-Have some fun! Hang out and enjoy some music and a lively atmosphere downstairs or spend some time on the dance floor upstairs!

This month we’re doing a Pirate Theme! Come dressed in your pirate garb and get a free drink!

The Howling Owl is a faction neutral RP event driven guild. We host monthly RP events open to both the Horde and Alliance RP communities. We also have guilds on both Horde and Alliance side of Wyrmrest Accord server.

The Howling Owl is the name of Azeroth’s premier faction neutral coffee shop and cocktail bar. We use The Golden Rose tavern in Mistfall Village, Vale of Eternal Blossoms as a backdrop. ICly the coffee shop/cocktail bar is located in neutral territory in Pandaria. Lodging and other buildings are also located on the premises and available for staff to use for free.

We host several types of events, monthly:

Poetry & Story Night:

Hosted by Alaris Sunspell. This is a lowkey, quiet event where patrons can enjoy coffee, cocktails, baked goods and other light food while listening to poetry, stories and sometimes even music performed by patrons or staff.

Club Night Owl:

A dance club is located upstairs. It’s owned and hosted by Saeil Moonblade. Come to enjoy a lively atmosphere, the finest drinks and best DJs Azeroth has to offer!

Thirsty Thursday:

A monthly bar social event utilizing the downstairs and upstairs, sometimes featuring performances. Drinks, bar food, music and bartenders/servers create a fun, lively atmosphere! Hookah Lounge Night: A hookah lounge event, between ourselves and Tattered Wings Hookah (run by one of the guild’s officers). Hookah, great drinks, bar food, music and staff create an immersive and fun experience!

We also host various seasonal and special occasion events throughout the year, such as festivals and parties that sometimes even include opportunities to perform! There are also other opportunities throughout the month when we participate in outside events by running a booth, coffee cart or by catering an event!

Currently, we are recruiting to our guild (Horde or Alliance) for the following positions:

-Bartenders/baristas/servers -Security

We are LGBT+ friendly and do have a requirement of being 18+ to join!

If you’re interested in joining us, feel free to fill out this application —> Here!

If you have questions, feel free to contact the GM or officers listed below or join our Discord —> Here!

GM:  @saeil-moonblade / @sunspell-wra

Officers:  @lianellie-quinne @seetheotherways @nexilthan-balamoor

Come join us for our 1st Annual Hallow’s End Festival! 

Hallow’s End themed vendors, performances, raffles and the night will be finished off with a dance party!

As always with The Howling Owl’s events, Horde or Alliance are welcome!

When: Friday, October 25th, 5PM WrA

Where: Caer Darrow, Western Plaguelands

What we’re looking for: Currently, we’re gathering vendors! Any type of goods or services are welcome but we’d like if vendors put a Hallow’s End theme to whatever it is they are selling!  Anything from tailors and candle makers to tarot card readers and games!

If you’re interested in being a vendor for this event (or any of our festival events in the future), join our The Howling Owl Festivals Discord server here!

A full flyer with more info on this event for attendees will roll out closer to the date!

Click here for the catering form!

Lead Caterer: @lianellie-quinne