Hah, it's not the worst spot you've put me, Rithrynn ;)
It will be....
... the last man standing.
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In my defense, I think I made the best out of that situation that any man could ever hope to do :P
As for a double relationship for Rithrynn, at least it would be one way of reducing the battleground from Stormwind to just her. At least the potential collateral damage would be reduced :P
And lastly, in my latest post; a new faction has just entered the stage...
As for a double relationship for Rithrynn, at least it would be one way of reducing the battleground from Stormwind to just her. At least the potential collateral damage would be reduced :P
And lastly, in my latest post; a new faction has just entered the stage...
Sharon appeared in the doorway to his office, the High Elf's gaze shifting between Shani who was lying on the floor, and Rithrynn's cloak just as she vanished around a corner at the end of the corridor.
"That... could have gone smoother."
He contemplated, thinking back on the situation.
He had by no means expected Rithrynn to take the rejection lightly, at best suspect that she was merely toying with the possibility of there ever being a potential for a real love interest between them. However, he had not quite expected the complete silence and quiet outburst that she had displayed, something that Shani had been made to feel the consequences of.
"Is that your grip fading, sir?" Suddenly sounded the dry voice of Friedrick, asking Sharon. The High Elf gazed to the other side to see Friedrick approach him, the butler ever so vigilant when it came to watching over the affairs within the house. A small frown formed on Sharon's lips, as he gently chewed on his gum before replying.
"More like dodging a bullet." Sharon said, before holding up the pair of gloves that Rithrynn had left behind in the room. Handing them over to Friedrick, Sharon gave his butler a look.
"Could you return these to her? She left them behind."
Accepting the gloves, Friedrick made a light bow to Sharon.
"I will see if I can't find her in a better mood when I do." Friedrick stated. But as the butler was about to leave, he suddenly paused as he looked down at Shani who was still writhing around in pain on the ground.
"Is there any way of which I can be of service to you, madam?"
"Fuck. You." Astrid stated defiantly as she pointed her finger accusingly back up at Liaena's large face that was lurking over her.
"You have no business asking that!"
Astrid screamed out loudly, jumping up and down as she did. She had no desire to share that information with Liaena. If the overgrown midget learnt that she had any kind of affection for Donald, she might use him as a leverage against him.
And with her being the size of a finger, the last thing she needed was Liaena to use Donald against her as well!
"This is about you. And me. So leave him out of it!"
"Quite a quirky lass that one, innit?" Frarn commented as he studied the door in front of them. Doin passed a look over to him, before he chuckled lightheartedly.
"She's no ordinary girl, that's for sure." Donald said cheerfully, before the trio eventually turned around as they walked through the corridor.
"She may have a heart of gold, but she's got a mind as whacky as a bat. Not that I don't appreciate it, but I ain't imagening her prancing around the market like the other girls, looking for clothes."
"You know her, don't you?" Frarn eventually asked as he gazed over to Kathlin.
"Do you,-"
*CRASH*
But the question was interrupted as in front of them in the hallway, a window on the side was suddenly broken as a rock packed in a newspaper article soared through it, smashing into the wall on the other side before falling to the ground.
"What in tha great forges of Ironforge!" Doin exclaimed, before the dwarf rushed up to the window to see who had thrown the rock. Gazing out across the small square outside, the snowfall had simmered down, making it easier to see. In the darkness of the night, Doin managed to see two young men, wearing white cloaks and black, padded leather armor and chainmail.
"DON'T YA READ YOUR NEWS, VANNIE?"
"YOU'RE SCREWED, HAHA!"
They shouted up at the window where Doin had appeared. Furious, Doin opened the window before leaning out of it.
"YER LITTLE PRICKS; IF YE DON'T RUN, I'LL COME DOWN THERE; TEAR OFF YER HEADS AND SHIT DOWN YER NECKS!"
"BOOOOOO!"
Pulling his head back from the window, Doin turned towards Frarn and Kathlin, muttering "Fracking lillies... ".
"Bring me mah shoota, boy. The one with the pepper and rocks." Doin ordered Frarn, who quickly turned around and ran off to get the blunderbuss. With a tired expression on his face, Doin let out a deep sigh before he threw a Kathlin an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry about this, the stupid White Hand are acting up again. I hate those twats."
"That... could have gone smoother."
He contemplated, thinking back on the situation.
He had by no means expected Rithrynn to take the rejection lightly, at best suspect that she was merely toying with the possibility of there ever being a potential for a real love interest between them. However, he had not quite expected the complete silence and quiet outburst that she had displayed, something that Shani had been made to feel the consequences of.
"Is that your grip fading, sir?" Suddenly sounded the dry voice of Friedrick, asking Sharon. The High Elf gazed to the other side to see Friedrick approach him, the butler ever so vigilant when it came to watching over the affairs within the house. A small frown formed on Sharon's lips, as he gently chewed on his gum before replying.
"More like dodging a bullet." Sharon said, before holding up the pair of gloves that Rithrynn had left behind in the room. Handing them over to Friedrick, Sharon gave his butler a look.
"Could you return these to her? She left them behind."
Accepting the gloves, Friedrick made a light bow to Sharon.
"I will see if I can't find her in a better mood when I do." Friedrick stated. But as the butler was about to leave, he suddenly paused as he looked down at Shani who was still writhing around in pain on the ground.
"Is there any way of which I can be of service to you, madam?"
"Fuck. You." Astrid stated defiantly as she pointed her finger accusingly back up at Liaena's large face that was lurking over her.
"You have no business asking that!"
Astrid screamed out loudly, jumping up and down as she did. She had no desire to share that information with Liaena. If the overgrown midget learnt that she had any kind of affection for Donald, she might use him as a leverage against him.
And with her being the size of a finger, the last thing she needed was Liaena to use Donald against her as well!
"This is about you. And me. So leave him out of it!"
"Quite a quirky lass that one, innit?" Frarn commented as he studied the door in front of them. Doin passed a look over to him, before he chuckled lightheartedly.
"She's no ordinary girl, that's for sure." Donald said cheerfully, before the trio eventually turned around as they walked through the corridor.
"She may have a heart of gold, but she's got a mind as whacky as a bat. Not that I don't appreciate it, but I ain't imagening her prancing around the market like the other girls, looking for clothes."
"You know her, don't you?" Frarn eventually asked as he gazed over to Kathlin.
"Do you,-"
*CRASH*
But the question was interrupted as in front of them in the hallway, a window on the side was suddenly broken as a rock packed in a newspaper article soared through it, smashing into the wall on the other side before falling to the ground.
"What in tha great forges of Ironforge!" Doin exclaimed, before the dwarf rushed up to the window to see who had thrown the rock. Gazing out across the small square outside, the snowfall had simmered down, making it easier to see. In the darkness of the night, Doin managed to see two young men, wearing white cloaks and black, padded leather armor and chainmail.
"DON'T YA READ YOUR NEWS, VANNIE?"
"YOU'RE SCREWED, HAHA!"
They shouted up at the window where Doin had appeared. Furious, Doin opened the window before leaning out of it.
"YER LITTLE PRICKS; IF YE DON'T RUN, I'LL COME DOWN THERE; TEAR OFF YER HEADS AND SHIT DOWN YER NECKS!"
"BOOOOOO!"
Pulling his head back from the window, Doin turned towards Frarn and Kathlin, muttering "Fracking lillies... ".
"Bring me mah shoota, boy. The one with the pepper and rocks." Doin ordered Frarn, who quickly turned around and ran off to get the blunderbuss. With a tired expression on his face, Doin let out a deep sigh before he threw a Kathlin an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry about this, the stupid White Hand are acting up again. I hate those twats."
Sorry about that, I have been a little busy with my exams as of late.
As for Rithrynn and Sharon, all my calculations about an union between them point towards a bad ending. But mostly just for Rithrynn ;)
As for Rithrynn and Sharon, all my calculations about an union between them point towards a bad ending. But mostly just for Rithrynn ;)
Sharon peered up at Rithrynn with an observant gaze.
The Night Elf had quite literally left any notion of subtlety or attempts at intrigue at the door, and made no observable effort to hide her blaring intentions from the High Elf. Or if she was trying to hide them, was doing a phenomenally bad job at it.
But, given that this was no other ringer than Rithrynn herself, it was to be expected. At the very least, it was a massive improvement over her previous attempts to approach him, which had been far more... direct.
Chuckling softly at the thought, he returned Rithrynn's luring smile with a smile of his own; before raising his glass.
"To the moment then, Rithrynn." Sharon said, before taking a long sip from his own glass. Wondering how he was going to deal with the situation, he knew he could not accept Rithrynn's approach, because of Liaena.
It was not the little girl's reaction to him should she learn that he had spent a night in secret with Rithrynn that worried him. Rather, he was more concerned about what kind of retaliation she would enact against Rithrynn. If Liaena should come to learn that her best friend was zeroing in on him, then by all reckoning, it did not seem implausible that Rithrynn would risk ending so far up Serphia's ass that it was questionable whether they'd even see her again before the end of the year.
Moving his right arm around Rithrynn's waist, Sharon moved up to suddenly give the Night Elf a light kiss on her lips before smiling at her handsomely.
"I like you Rithrynn, but I am afraid we can't go any further with this. Although I cherish your company, my true love lies with Liaena." Sharon explained in a cool manner, giving Rithrynn a sympathetic nod at the end of his last sentence.
The Night Elf had quite literally left any notion of subtlety or attempts at intrigue at the door, and made no observable effort to hide her blaring intentions from the High Elf. Or if she was trying to hide them, was doing a phenomenally bad job at it.
But, given that this was no other ringer than Rithrynn herself, it was to be expected. At the very least, it was a massive improvement over her previous attempts to approach him, which had been far more... direct.
Chuckling softly at the thought, he returned Rithrynn's luring smile with a smile of his own; before raising his glass.
"To the moment then, Rithrynn." Sharon said, before taking a long sip from his own glass. Wondering how he was going to deal with the situation, he knew he could not accept Rithrynn's approach, because of Liaena.
It was not the little girl's reaction to him should she learn that he had spent a night in secret with Rithrynn that worried him. Rather, he was more concerned about what kind of retaliation she would enact against Rithrynn. If Liaena should come to learn that her best friend was zeroing in on him, then by all reckoning, it did not seem implausible that Rithrynn would risk ending so far up Serphia's ass that it was questionable whether they'd even see her again before the end of the year.
Moving his right arm around Rithrynn's waist, Sharon moved up to suddenly give the Night Elf a light kiss on her lips before smiling at her handsomely.
"I like you Rithrynn, but I am afraid we can't go any further with this. Although I cherish your company, my true love lies with Liaena." Sharon explained in a cool manner, giving Rithrynn a sympathetic nod at the end of his last sentence.
"Oh, no. I wouldn't worry about that." Sharon answered confidently as the High Elf turned to the candles around in the room.
Pulling his arm out from under his cloak, he held his hand up in the air for a moment. Conjoining his thumb and ring finger, Sharon uttered a silent a silent spell. Snapping his fingers, half a dozen small lights suddenly ignited around the study, partly illuminating the room and chasing away some of the shadows around the corner where Rithrynn was.
"Greymoon and the others were here not long ago... " Sharon explained with a smirk as he ventured over to his office desk to retrieve the half empty bottle of wine and two glasses from his secret stash.
" at least... before I fell asleep, that was... how long was I out??"
Sharon paused for a moment as the High Elf simply stared up in the direction of the room as he tried to remember.
Unable to, the High Elf shrugged and merely let out a light chuckle before he continued over to Rithrynn. "Doesn't matter... "
Reaching the sofas and the table, he placed the wine alongside the two glasses down onto it, before looking at Rithrynn with a friendly smile.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" He asked as he picked the bottle up again and attempted to remove the cork. Yet Greymoon, being the last one to seal it, had pushed the cork so far down into the bottle that it was almost impossible to get a proper grip around it. Still attempting to grab it, the High Elf tried and failed a couple of times to pull it out before giving up. Grimacing at the bottle, he turned back to Rithrynn and smiled again at her.
"Also, I fear your sisters may not view me in the same light as you, Rithrynn. Light, they are... well, I mean you are rather tolerant. Relatively speaking." Sharon chuckled as he motioned at Rithrynn.
"I even wonder what they'd think about you being in my office. Would they even consent to that?"
Pulling his arm out from under his cloak, he held his hand up in the air for a moment. Conjoining his thumb and ring finger, Sharon uttered a silent a silent spell. Snapping his fingers, half a dozen small lights suddenly ignited around the study, partly illuminating the room and chasing away some of the shadows around the corner where Rithrynn was.
"Greymoon and the others were here not long ago... " Sharon explained with a smirk as he ventured over to his office desk to retrieve the half empty bottle of wine and two glasses from his secret stash.
" at least... before I fell asleep, that was... how long was I out??"
Sharon paused for a moment as the High Elf simply stared up in the direction of the room as he tried to remember.
Unable to, the High Elf shrugged and merely let out a light chuckle before he continued over to Rithrynn. "Doesn't matter... "
Reaching the sofas and the table, he placed the wine alongside the two glasses down onto it, before looking at Rithrynn with a friendly smile.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" He asked as he picked the bottle up again and attempted to remove the cork. Yet Greymoon, being the last one to seal it, had pushed the cork so far down into the bottle that it was almost impossible to get a proper grip around it. Still attempting to grab it, the High Elf tried and failed a couple of times to pull it out before giving up. Grimacing at the bottle, he turned back to Rithrynn and smiled again at her.
"Also, I fear your sisters may not view me in the same light as you, Rithrynn. Light, they are... well, I mean you are rather tolerant. Relatively speaking." Sharon chuckled as he motioned at Rithrynn.
"I even wonder what they'd think about you being in my office. Would they even consent to that?"
Perhaps if this whole Evil Mastermind thing doesn't work out for him, Sherpa could start a new career as Mountain Guide? :)
Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face.
Although his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn.
"Of course," Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room.
"Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour."
"If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom.
Doin furrowed his brows at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new every time he met her.
"Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all." Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe.
"After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!"
"Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time." Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room.
"Is that a friend of yours?"
Doin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling.
"I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!"
Although his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn.
"Of course," Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room.
"Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour."
"If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom.
Doin furrowed his brows at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new every time he met her.
"Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all." Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe.
"After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!"
"Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time." Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room.
"Is that a friend of yours?"
Doin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling.
"I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!"
Sharon gazed back up at Rithrynn for a couple of moments, his eyes racing over happy features on her face.
Although his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn.
"Of course," Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room.
"Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour."
"If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom.
Doin furrowed his brow at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new everything he met her.
"Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all." Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe.
"After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!"
"Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time." Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room.
"Is that a friend of yours?"
Doin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling.
"I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!"
Although his old, natural instincts shouted out the obvious warning signs; the High Elf slowly nodded, before smiling back at Rithrynn.
"Of course," Sharon confirmed, making an attempt to move; yet Rithrynn's solid grip prevented him from doing much. Staring back at the Night Elf, Sharon eventually motioned towards a set of sofas and table at the side of the room.
"Why don't you find yourself a seat over there, and I will get some light up in this room? I really did not expect anyone at this hour."
"If you hadn't been so damnable lucky with the appearance of that elf, you'd have been MINE!" Sounded Astrid's angry voice from the bag as it shuffled around, much to Donald's discomfort as he was on the bottom.
Doin furrowed his brow at the bag, intrigued by the unusual sight. There was a lot he did not know about Liaena, yet he learned something new everything he met her.
"Say'e, there shouldn't be annea problem with ye spendin' a night over. We got more rooms than we can fill, and we usually don't rent them out to just anybody; this being guild property and all." Doin finally said, giving Liaena a smile as he picked up his pipe.
"After all, the boss owe me some favors. I'll get ye tha finest room we have available!"
"Hopefully without any overgrown fairies breaking in through the windows this time." Frarn mentioned jokingly as he walked up next to his father. However, the two dwarves paused as their eyes drifted over to Kathlin, in Liaena's form; who was currently standing in the room.
"Is that a friend of yours?"
Doin peered over to Kathlin, before chuckling.
"I'm pretty sure she is, son. After all, who in their right mind would ever trust their own image in the hands of someone they didn't trust absolutely? Hah!"
I predict much drama if Liaena finds out.
Better make sure Esmeralda doesn't tell on you, Rithrynn ;)
Better make sure Esmeralda doesn't tell on you, Rithrynn ;)
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