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Its been awhile since I’ve add to the Praxton story, the young magelock. Well, recently he kind of went crazy and saved this criminal (Kalende) from the cult of the damned. He wasn’t sure what came over him. At the last second his mentor, Dreth, save them and teleported them to Winter Springs. You can catch up with the comings and goings of Praxton Seamsmith on my RP/Story Page. I want to see if I can catch up on Prax’s story. Anyway, here you go, if you aren’t into Fan Fiction/ RP stories, then don’t worry, I limit this stuff to Fridays.

Prax searched his feelings, he cared deeply about this girl, but he had no reason to, he barely met her. Her face her mannerisms continued to feel familiar and comfortable. Now she was awake, he felt silly and let go of her hand. “So- S- sorry, I was just um, er…”

“Well I don’t know about you”, Dreth interrupted, “but I’m starving.” He pulled out an especially sharp fingernail and started slicing the skin off the corpse of the bear that lay nearby. “The cultists are obviously not happy with our conversation Kalende. We should leave her in the morning, it isn’t safe anymore.” He stopped to lick some bear blood from his hand. “For now though, I think we need some food and rest. It’s been an eventful day. I’m not sure our stunt in Stormwind made any of us very popular there. Luckily they may not have identified Praxton in all the chaos. I’m sure your parents are wondering about you… is there any way they could offer us some seclusion while we wait for this to blow over?” Dreth reached in to the bear’s chest cavity and pulled out it’s warm heart, and extended it to Kalende for first dibs.

Prax’s eyes widen, “uh… that would hm er take a little explaining to do. My da knows that um, I’m um, learning from the t- tower but he doesn’t um, know the details.” Prax started to imagine what his mother would say, he shuddered at the thought. Prax’s shudder turned into a shiver, “Maybe, its um, not such a b- b- bad idea, st st stormwind is warmer.”

“Of course if you’d rather visit Undercity, I could probably convince the abominations not to rip you apart… well maybe. If we go back to Stormwind, we’ll have to find some sort of disguise. Why were the guards after you in the first place Kalende?”

Prax was a little curious himself, he looked towards Kalende waiting for an answer while shivering in the snow.

Voljub hoped his distraction was enough to get his Master where he needed to be. He continued to dart into allies and over crates to get away from the pursuing guards. Suddenly he felt the presence of his Master vanish. He skimpered up a building and on to the roof. He looked back to where his master was. He saw a huge crowd and a portal closing. He hoped his Master was safe where ever that portal took him. With a great distance now between him and Master he wouldn’t stay in this world long. He began to fade away. As the fading continued he hoped that Master Praxton would summon him again soon.

Kalende studied Praxton around her headache. “I was part of a small Cultist party sent to Elwynn. We hasn’t received our final orders. Our hide-out was raided and I was caught. I was being taken back to Stormwind for questioning.” Kalende looked to Dreth, “I think the sooner we get Praxton back to the city the better off he’ll be. I, on the other hand, had better stay out of sight.”

Prax looked towards Dreth, the undead mage, “H- how exactly would we d- disguise ourselves?”

“There are some apprentice robes and shrouds we can wear in the tower. We’ll have to wait until nightfall though, when the tower is vacant.”

Praxton nodded his head, still shivering.

“Are you cold my boy?” Dreth looked at Praxton and cackled. “You should never have to be cold, mage.”

Prax looked up as more snow fell around him. He felt like his feet were going freeze into place. “wha what?” Prax whispered as he tried to rub his arms for warmth.

“You left this in the tower,” Dreth pulled Praxton’s training staff from behind his robe and handed it to him. “I was on my way to the tailoring shop to return it to you, when I saw you and Kalende in the courtyard. Anyway, I convinced that old goat Braewynn to enchant it for you.” The staff seemed to glow with a warm amber light. “Take hold of it and channel the heat through your body. You’ll know how.”

Prax grabbed the staff eyeing it in wonder. The young teenager focused on the staff focusing on the heat. It began to burn his hands. He almost dropped the staff as had earlier that day during his training. Prax grimaced in pain. He couldn’t help himself. The pain was too much and he dropped the staff for the second time today. Praxton didn’t wait for what he knew his teacher would command and he reached down to pick up the staff. ‘Don’t feel the heat, be the heat. Be the heat..’ Prax mumbled to himself. This time he held the right focus. Being the heat. Warmth flooded from inside extending to his limbs, he began to sweat. The snow around his feet began to melt. Prax looked up towards Dreth smiling at his success.

“Well done boy!” Dreth slapped Praxton on the back and laughed. “Now remember this, the staff will help with channeling, but it is not the source of the heat, you are.”

Praxton nodded feeling good about himself for a moment. Now that he felt comfortable his mind returned to their situation. “Do we ju just need to to stay here till nightfall?”

“We’ll need to wait for the city to sleep.” Dreth looked up at the sky. Dusk was setting in. “We’ll open a portal at midnight. In the mean time, I believe I hear some charred bear kabobs calling my name.” Dreth walked over to the nearby hut wear the bear’s corpse lie to finish skinning him. He pulled a dagger from his belt and worked quickly.

“You have to eat? I don’t understand aren’t you dead?” Prax said as he watched the undead mage.

Kalende watched the two, interested most in Prax and the staff. Her own staff was among her confiscated belongings back in Stormwind. “Praxton… I hate to ask this of you, but I don’t suppose you know someone who could retrieve my belongings from the city?” Kalende asked.

“umm, I … I don’t know…” Prax thought about it. He felt like he didn’t really know anybody. He continued thinking,”Wait.. I I might know someone who who can help. There is a night elf that I kn know that might be able t t to help. I don’t know her well, we only met recently, her name is Loreli. She’s suppose to come to the sh- shop in a few days. We can, um talk to her then.” Prax looked down to see a good circle of melted snow surrounding him. He smiled.

Kalende nodded, “I think it’s best if I find somewhere outside the city to stay. But you’ll know where to find me.”

Prax looked perplexed, “We do?” He shook his head, “If you, um er say so.” He was beginning to feel hungry. He started eying the meat Dreth had cooked up. He wasn’t so sure.

“Old habit,” Dreth said to Praxton. “Not that I have to eat, but I was lucky enough to be raised with a few taste buds left. In my former life I was quite the culinary wizard, if I do say so myself. My relationship with the arcane order in Stormwind was poor to begin with. We can’t hide forever, and I need their help in Northrend.”

Prax took a step closer to examine the meat debating in his head if it was worth trying, he raised an eyebrow. And then thought to himself, ‘What the hell.’ and he took a piece of meat, which wasn’t half bad.

It’s Fiction Friday time, that means more Praxton. I haven’t been able to get back to Aoirselvar. I have no idea what the heck he’s doing in the RP world. In game he’s been helping my wife’s DK level up and farming ore here and there, nothing too big. I got figure out a story for him, because he’s fun to write.

As for Praxton, he kind of lets the story take him where ever. The other writers, Moordeth, Etni, and Loreli have been much more interesting than myself.

Anyway, Praxton, Kalende, and Dreth are still in Wintersprings. Kalende had just barely threatened Praxton and was about to take off.

Prax slowly got to his feet; he was sweating now, even with the chilled temperatures. He watched as Kalende left the inn. So many unanswered questions loomed in his mind, none of which would be answered today apparently.

“And just where do you thing you’re going?” Dreth said in low voice. A dead bear lay at his side. Smoke smoldered from the crater left in the bear’s brains. He eyed Kalende, who looked like she was in a hurry to get somewhere. “Do you have any idea what I sacrificed to get you two here safely? I heard what you said girl.” His eyes began to burn with fury. “No friend of the lich king is a friend of a mine.” The air around Dreth filled with violent heat. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t burn your pathetic frame into a pile of charred ashes CULTIST!”

Prax heard the commotion and hurried to the doorway as confrontation began to unfold.

Kalende hadn’t dropped the shadows swirling around her and eyed Dreth, “And yet, without the Lich King you would be another rotting carcass still buried in the ground. Yet, you embrace you new life. Do you long for a permanent death? I can oblige!”

“If it were not for Arthas I would be with my family now, and not condemned to this forsaken corpse! It is Sylvanas who saved me from my mindless state. Do you think the Lich cares at all for your life? That he would not discard your meaningless being in an instant after he had used you?”

“Would the Banshee Queen have that power, if not for the Lich King?”

“That’s aside the point girl! Listen to what I say now! There is NO reward in his service, NO joy in this path!”

Kalende looked around wildly for an out, “You don’t understand! Leaving the Cult is a guaranteed death sentence!”

“Death is inevitable priestess. Your fate with the cult would be far worse than death I’m afraid. Once you surrender your will to the Lich King, he will command your soul for eternity. Death is only the beginning.” Dreth’s temper simmered. “Leave now Kalende. Leave now and seek your own path. This boy obviously cares for you… enough to risk his life. You can’t tell me you’re not interested why.”

“I… But I… Well…” the shadows fell away and suddenly Kalende was on the ground, screaming and grasping her head.

Prax dashed towards Kalende, kneeling by her side. He looked towards Dreth, “What happened??”

“The cultists… or perhaps the Arthas himself… has likely read her thoughts. Someone is obviously not pleased with her. I’ve heard of some goblin technology that can scramble psionic wavelengths. Praxton, stay by her side! I’ll go find help” In a blink, Dreth disappeared from the Inn and was yelling desperately for an engineer.

Praxton reached out and grabbed the priest’s hand to try to steady her and calm her down.

Kalende grasped Prax’s hand in a death grip, her knuckles white, face contorted in pain.

Prax yelled out, “Dreth, Hurray!!”, he then started whispering, “its going to be okay, its going to be okay, its going to…”

Dreth heard his cry, and frantically scanned the huts. “There!” He ran over to a quirky looking goblin, tinkering away at something. “Goblin! We need your urgent assistance! Come quickly, and bring your tools!”

Xizzer looked up from his junk box. “Tools?! What? I’ll make you something but it will cost ya. What do you need?”

“I fear a young lady’s mind at the Inn is being penetrated by some dark force. We need something to… block the frequency… if possible. Quickly goblin! There is no time to waste!”

Xizzer pulled a drawer out from behind him. “I know it is here somewhere.” He looked up at the undead man and raised his voice. “Grab that tin bar from the shelf behind you and that blue flask there.” He fumbled through his drawer some more. “Ah ha” he grunted. He grabbed some wire and a stone bowl and started to run out the door. “This is the last of my Fused Wiring. This is going to cost you.” Xizzer ran towards the inn with the undead man behind him. He stopped dead when he saw the person on the ground in agonizing pain. “Th th … this is a cultist! Why should I help her?”

“Because I’m paying you, that’s why!” Dreth flipped a gold coin in Xizzer’s direction. “Now get to work!”

Xizzer caught the coin while grumbling under his breath. He put the bowl on the ground. “Put the tin in this bowl.” he grumbled. He eyed the boy holding on to the girl while got his wire out. “This will go faster if one of you could use your fire to heat up this tin. Don’t melt it to liquid. Just heat it up so it is pliable.”

Prax looked up, at the goblin, “How do you know that…” Prax knew he wasn’t good at fine control, he’d likely set them all on fire, he looked towards Dreth for help.

“I can tell this undead friend of yours is a mage so I suspected you could be too. It doesn’t matter… Just someone heat this up, now!”

Dreth stretched a finger toward the tin and watched as it began to slowly lose its shape. “Say when…”

“That’s good.” It wasn’t hot enough to burn yet. Xizzer took the blue flask and dumped its content on the tin. He then took his Fused Wiring and formed a head band shape. He then pushed the pliable tin all around the Fused Wiring. “Normally this needs to cool to be solid, but it should do the trick.” He handed the headband over to the boy holding the cultist. “It will block anything going into her head.”

Prax nodded his head, his hand ached under priestess’s tight grip, but he didn’t care. Praxton suddenly realized that the goblin was handing it to him. “Oh”. He softly slipped the headband onto the girl’s forehead. “I I I hope this w- works.” Prax whispered to himself.

Immediately there appeared to be an improvement. Kalende’s body relaxed and she lay in the snow trying to catch her breath.

Prax took a deep breath, sighing in relief. “You’re okay, wh- what hap happened b- back there?”

“I…how…how did you stop it?” Kalende asked, dragging herself into a sitting position. She had a headache but it was nothing compared to what she’d just experienced.

Dreth reached into the pouch strung around his waist and dropped a few more coins on the table near Xizzer. “Will that cover it?”

Xizzer smiled. “Yes that will do nicely. We stopped it with something us engineers call The Tin Hat. It will work as long as you wear it. The name is Xizzer. You guys pay nice. Feel free to call on me if you need any other gadgets made.” Xizzer took up his gold and walked out.

Friday Fiction is back (yes I found my flash drive). And this is a good one too!

Before we get to that I gotta jabber about what I’m doing in game. My wife and I finally got our “Elder” title, took us long enough. We’d been having difficulties getting guildies together to run the 5 mans. It seems whenever we were able to get on they were raiding (we aren’t geared enough to be on the progressive raids at this point). I guess we could have puged it, but we really didn’t want to wait through the queues; it takes a while for us dpsers.

So, why we were waiting for our gear to get done with 25 man ICC we worked on leveling my wife’s death knight. She’s almost to level 64. We’d really like to catch her up to my brother and sister-in-law if we could help it (they’re both level 68 I believe).

Sadly, I still don’t have the “elder” title on my death knight. Our guildie tank specifically said that he didn’t want to swap people out. A little annoying if you ask me, but it took a lot bending arms backwards just to get that done. Us beggers should be choosy I guess. So, I get to pester guildies next week. They’ll find out just how annoying I can be (evil laugh).

I’ll be very happy to have this holiday done so I can get back to work. It’s so funny that I look forward to holidays to mix things up then look forward to finishing them so I can get back to the same old same old. I’ve been neglecting all of my many alts who are all sitting on full rest xp in random inns all over the place.

Anyway, its Friday, so lets get on with the Friday fiction.

Remember Prax’s dream about that strange girl? Well, read on, things start to get interesting (as usual, I only wrote Praxton’s part, Loreli wrote the mystery girl, and Moordeth wrote Voljub).

There was something going on in the Trade District. A crowd was forming and unfriendly shouts could be heard.

Prax heard all of this commotion. He followed the commotion, partly out of morbid curiosity.

There was a slight break in the crowd. Just enough for Prax to see through. Four city guards were escorting a hissing, spitting angry woman. She was fighting them, trying to break free. She was dressed in dark ritual robes and the crowd was shouting obscenities at her. One good look at her face revealed the girl from Prax’s dream.

Prax’s jaw dropped. He instantly recognized the woman that was flaying about at the arms of the Stormwind guard. He attempted to navigate through the crowd to get a closer look. He boots managed to find some loose cobblestone and he fell to the ground. Praxton managed to get himself up enough not to get stepped on with the growing crowd. He tried again to weave his way through to the front.

Praxton finally got to the front of the crowd to see the scene unfold.

The girl thrashed wildly, her sable locks whipping around her face. She managed to break the guards grip and whirled, hitting him with a blast of shadowy energy. Murmurs of Cult of the Damned made its way through the crowd. The captive turned to flee, but found herself blocked by a few of the braver souls in the on-looking crowd. The guards took hold of her again and someone managed a binding or silencing spell on her. They dragged her through the Trade District, obviously headed for the stockades.

Praxton was filled with strange emotions. He should have felt disgust for this woman, obviously a member of the cult of the damned. It had to be a coincidence that she had been in his dreams, but it looked just like her with his father’s eyes. Praxton followed the crowds, with growing interest and concern. He needed to help her somehow. “Pst, Voljub, what do you make of that?” Prax whispered.

Voljub spoke softly “Voljub has seen people of this kind before in Northrend with Master Volrac. Some of them are beaten prisoners and some beat the prisoners. Master Volrec wore clothes like this one often.”

Prax should have left this alone, but he kept following (forgetting why he was there to begin with). What did this woman do? The crowd dissipated as the guards got closer to the stockades, but a sizable group continued to follow out of curiosity. Prax whispered to Voljub, “I saw this woman last night…” He began to trail off, “..in my dream.”

Voljubs response was quiet and curious. “What happened in your dream master?”

They went around another corner, still trailing the guards, “Its, er, um, all kind of fuzzy.” Prax kept his eye on the girl. “There was this girl, she um, n- needed me. That’s all I can remember.”

The captive girl seemed to have sobered up slightly. She was now hissing threats at the guards, but she wasn’t fighting them.

Praxton wanted to try to get a little closer, they were going over a bridge now, a few bystanders still looked on towards the girl.

“This girl needs Master eh…mmm We follow her yes?”It was hard to stay balanced on his Masters shoulders with all the people bumping about.

Prax watched with the last bit of the crowd as they took the girl into the Stockades. Prax whispered, “I um don’t know what er to do?” Prax wasn’t thinking rationally. “Voljub, could you… um, maybe distract the guards?” He said, towards his shoulder. ‘What am I doing???’, the rational part of Prax head scream, but he pushed it aside. He couldn’t explain why he felt he had to help her, but the emotions were so strong; he continued to set aside rational thoughts.

Voljub whispered sinisterly “With pleasure my Master.” He leaped off of Praxton’s shoulders. Still invisible he hopped over to the Stockade. The guards were talking among each other. As one began to leave he saluted and said ‘For the Alliance’. Voljub spoke up mockingly with his raspy voice “For the Alliance”. Their heads began to turn in all directions. Voljub moved a closer. “For the Alliance, For the Alliance.”

“Who goes there? Show yourself!” barked a guard.

“TeeHeehee For the Alliance, For the Alliance” Voljub began running circles around a guard and slowly let himself become visible all the while chanting mockingly “For the Alliance.” When the guards noticed him he ran off down the street. Before he left the guards though he lit an Alliance flag up in flames. All three guards chased Voljub down the street as he continued to mock them. As he passed Praxton he smiled and did a little flip.

‘Now what?’ Praxton thought to himself. Then he saw that face again, that familiar face from his dreams. There were still a couple of guards; most of the onlookers were gone at this point. ‘It’s now or never’, he thought. Prax tried to act nonchalant, gave a poor attempt at whistling. He walked closer to the guards and the girl. He didn’t want to kill anybody, just get the girl away. He focused on the inner heat. Maybe he could just set the guards shoes on fire. His attempt at getting closer to the stockades did not go unnoticed by the guards whose attention were heightened.  Prax felt for the heat, he was the heat.

He heard the guard say, “Move along.” He could hardly notice, the heat was overcoming him. Prax tried to act like he was just walking by, he attempted to send the focused heat to the feet of the guard on the left of the girl. ‘Oh no’ Prax thought as he saw a stream of flames start to engulf the guard, the plate metal started to melt. Praxton was mortified; he didn’t yet have a good feel over the heat. He must have drawn too much.

The man started to scream in pain. The other guard let go of the girl and rushed towards Praxton while pulling out his sword. Prax just stood there in shock, “What have I done?” he whispered to himself.

Next Friday I’ll put up some more on this story. We’ll see what happens to Praxton and this mystery girl.

I finally got working on the “Love is in the Air” holiday achievements on my Deathknight, (with my wife the mage to help me out, I wonder how I ever get along without her, the ports are so nice).

Oh my goodness, “Love is in the Air” this year is a breeze. I thought maybe the candies would be difficult because you have to still buy bags, which still has the random element, but I bought a bag, it gave me 10 charges with the heart candies then. I got half of the achievement in one bag. Well, the candies aren’t soulbound. So, you ought to put those duplicates on the Auction House, and then simply buy the ones you don’t have for like 50 silver each!!!!! Wow, could it not be any easier!

Oh and the achievement with the Romantic picnic Basket? You don’t even have to have one, just get someone else to sit down with you and eat your Buttermilk Delight (which by the way is the only expensive chocolate on the AH, it was going for about 40 gold). So, save your love tokens.

The achievement Fist full of love, the one where you through flower petals at people, now that can be a bit of a challenge. We hung out in Dallaran forever last night trying to finish up that, never could find a Troll Rogue. If I can’t find one, I’m just going to roll a troll on my wife’s account and go throw petals at him in the beginning area. A little bit of a pain in the butt, but still easy peazy.

The rest of them are easy as well. I pitied the fool achievement just makes you go all over the place to do that. Oh, and yes you do have to be 80 to get into Naxx to pity the fool there. And you need to turn your group into a raid group, easily done if you click on the raid tab of the social box. On the top it says “convert to raid”, you’ll need at least one other person with you or at least in your party to do this.

Oh and by the way, those bracelets that you make and take to the different leaders in the capital cities? Yeah, those aren’t soulbound either. I saw them on the AH for about 12 gold each. This is actually going to be an easy way to make extra money doing what you normally do and selling off the bracelets.

Makes me wonder if they made this holiday achievement too easy, almost flip flopped from last year. They’re giving us more time it seems like as well. So, take your time, enjoy and savor the holiday.

By the way, it’s Friday and that means Friday Fiction! Today I’m introducing Aoirselvar Silversmith. Yes, he’s my main character and I talk about him all the time, but not from a role play perspective. I decided to roll him a twitter RP account (http://www.twitter.com/AoirselvarRP). I’ve only written a small little bit for him so far. He is much different to write for than Praxton. He has a much more jovial personality, closer to mine but more daring than I am. He’s a little crazy and has symptoms of ADHD like I do, very tangential (prone to tangents). At this point he’s not interacting with any of the other RP characters so all of this is my own writing. (sorry about that).

Hope you enjoy.

It was foggy as Aoirselvar walked off the boat at the Menethil Harbor “Aye, it good to be home.” He said as he watched crews unload his bike. Aoir knew it would be quicker to probably take a gryphon, but he wanted a chance to take a ride, took him long enough to build, he wanted to take every advantage he could, besides, he wanted to take in the familiar sights, he had been in Northrend far too long.

Aoir’s mind drifted as he rode past gators and such, it seemed like a lifetime since he had been here in the Wetlands. He felt so nostalgic. It was chilly this time of year, even some of the swamps here were frozen over, it started to lightly snow, which made for a more exciting motorcycle ride. Aoir grinned in anticipation.

The lake in Loch Modan was usually frozen this time of year, ‘I wonder how much weight it can take. Wonder if I dare…’ Aoir thought. ‘Best not to think about it’, he thought as he took off towards the lake, revving his bike as he went. As he came to the edge of the lake, he hesitated for a second then gritted his teeth and accelerated. Amazingly enough the ice held, Aoirselvar yelled out in triumph, then cranked the handbars hard right and balanced the bike as it slid. He then brought it straight as he popped a wheelie and yelled! Then heard a hard cracking sound. He looked back and saw that maybe he over did it.

There was a splinted crack following him quickly where he had previously ridden. “Oh @#%”, Aoir exclaimed. He looked forward and again revved his bike turning for the shore. “#$@#$ @#$%”, he found himself in the middle of the lake, ice breaking quickly around him; there was a little island just up ahead. Aoir gunned it as he felt his back tire dropping down occasionally. Finally he felt firm ground below his bike. He gave an audible sigh.

“Should a thought that one through better.”, he said out loud as he scratched at his braided beard.

He looked about, thinking that an island wasn’t the best place to be with a motorbike. Just then he heard a snap, and growl. At least 13 starving gators started taking turns snapping at him. ‘It was turning out to be a fun day after all.’, Aoir thought to himself. He reached down, he’s gun was attached to the bike next to the collapsed sidecar. It had been awhile since he hunted gators. A few moments later, Aoir, surrounded by dead alligators, surmised his situation.

Still on the island with a motor bike.

However, maybe the southern side of the small isle would work. Without a moment of hesitation he kicked his bike in gear. Ice began to crack, but not quickly enough. Aoirselvar was able to glide nicely along without any further problems.

A little while late Aoir pulled up to his family’s ranch house in Dun Morogh just outside of Kharanos. Aoir had long since been on his own, but his sister who now ran the place still let him house his animals here. He made sure there was plenty of coin to go around to keep the animals housed. He had plenty from mercenary jobs he pulled in Northrend lately. He didn’t have as much time as he would have liked to stay around, he needed to get some supplies in Ironforge then head out to Stormwind to visit Kydra.

Aoir had left a couple of his pets in the stables at Dalaran, particularly his large snapping turtle and his wolf. He had a little whelping he liked to keep around with him, it was amusing at best during long gryphon flights.

He went to the cage where his ghost saber was quietly sleeping. “Misty, how’s it going?” The big cat rolled over slightly eying her master. Then she rolled back, closing her eyes.

“Oh, get off your butt ya’ silly cat. I got somethin’ for ya’” Misty’s head perked up.

The dwarf threw in a large piece of raw meat. That got the cat’s attention. She got up, excitedly, but then insisted on slowly meandering towards her mid-morning breakfast as if to say, ‘well, I guess if you insist.’ and then she devoured the meat.

“I’m looking for some company, and I er, missed ya, ya silly oof of a cat.” The cat looked away.

“Oh come one, don’t be jealous. I wanted ter give ya a rest fer a bit. Let’s get going.”

The cat finished the last of her food & looked up. A little while later, Aoirselvar found himself roaming the halls of Ironforge with Misty at his side, “Agh, it feels good ta be home.”

This interaction with Aoir and his pets is really fun to write. I loved giving his cat an attitude problem. If you’ve ever had a cat before then you completely understand. I’m really not sure what I’m going to be doing with Aoirselvar, but it should be a fun ride.

Okay, so I’ve decide to only post RP stories, or fan fiction, only on Fridays, I got the idea from PixelExecution who apparently has been doing this for a while. I never meant for this blog to be only about RP stuff, but that has become an important part of the game for me. During the month of December I guess most of my posts centered around the RP stories. Don’t get me wrong, the idea of creating a story for your character and then letting it loose, seeing where it goes, well, its quite fun for me. However, this is Casual Huntering, the blog where I discuss Hunter and Random topics.  So, I’m going to limit myself to just once a week, promise.

I’ve previously posted several of Praxton Seamsmith’s Adventures. This is the picture of the character I rolled for him. Don’t be deceived, Prax is much more lanky and nerdy looking than this, he’s also only 16 years old. We seriously need more control over what our characters look like, come on now!

Anyway, here is a little conversation that Praxton has with his imp Voljub after his first real training with his teacher Dreth (an undead fire mage that somehow found himself teaching an awkward young teenager, you’ll have to see previous Praxton posts to read more about how that happened). Praxton seems to have a knack for controlling and creating fire, but he’s also discovered an interesting ability to control a particular imp. This particular part of the story is more of a in-between, a segway into something else, next week will be much more exciting.

I do have to say, I haven’t written this on my own, I’m only playing the part of Praxton.  Moordeth has been writing the part of Naccar (Praxton’s father) and Voljub (the imp previously mentioned).

Voljub scampered up onto Praxtons shoulders and whispered to his Master “Can I call your teacher Mr. Cranky Loose Jaw?”

As Prax was walking down the tower he whispered to Voljub, “Yeah, sure, but not wh- where he can hear, okay?” Prax was starting to feel more comfortable with Voljub. As they walked he asked, “What er um exactly does it mean to be a warlock anyway?”

“Master, you want me disappear? Most old masters of mine don’t like to show me in the town square?”

“Oh, I dunno. I kinda wanna er talk. Can you um do the invisibility thing again?” Prax mentioned. Prax just remember that he need some supplies for Lore’s shirt (and his own “garment”), he began to walk towards trade district.

“Oh yes yes Voljub still be here. Just no one can see me.” He then quickly faded away. “A warlock is someone that can wield magic and can control and summon demons. That is how your father controlled me the first time.”

Prax whispered to his shoulder, “But how, er why do you um listen to m- me?”

“mmm Voljub doesnt know. I am forced to obey your commands because you hold the soul stone, that much is sure. You are very different from my other masters though. They wield dark magic on enemies. And with you, Master, I like fulfilling your commands. Mayyybe you received only part of your fathers powers. yes. yes? Voljub doesn’t know. Master Naccar never liked Voljub huh? He never summoned Voljub. Was it because of what Voljub did to his wagon years ago? It wasn’t Voljubs fault…” he said softly.

“Did you know my sister was in th that er wagon? I guess it wasn’t your f fault.”

“Whaaaat!?” Voljub squealed, then he lowered his voice again “Voljub sorry sorry. Don’t send Voljub away pleeese! Master Volrac made Voljub do it. He said he had the two things he was searching for and that I must burn everything else. Please let me stay”

Prax held no animosity towards the imp. Besides he just barely found out about this sister. He didn’t know how to feel about all of this. How old would she be? Prax thought. “How c could you have known”, Prax whispered. “What was that disc my er da found, anyway?”

Prax reached his parents shop, his father was behind the front counter. Prax greeted his father.

“Hi Praxton. How did things go at the mage tower? I’ve told your mother this is a big job so you might be going back there often.”

Prax didn’t quite know how to describe his training, “Um, it was, er interesting. My teacher was um, a little bit confused about the er whole imp thing. He told me, to um, get training elsewhere, so I don’t, you know hu hurt myself. He suggested the university.”

Naccar was confused himself when the imp followed Prax. The mages had interest in him yet the imp followed him as a master. To the best of his knowledges mages didn’t control demons. “So are the mages going to continue training you as well?”

“Yeah, but my teacher told me that I er needed to um get additional tr- training for the imp thing.”

“I think you have a special gift son. You have mage powers but mages don’t normally control imps. Learning more about Voljub is a good idea.”

“Do you er know anything um about Stormwind university?”

“I know little. I know that the University holds skilled teachers of all kinds. If you search out a warlock trainer there they could teach you more about Voljub. I thought about doing it long ago for myself, but never did.”

Prax never imagined himself going to Stormwind University, it seemed only important people went to school. Prax nodded, he wasn’t sure what he thought about taking classes. He didn’t much want to talk in front of people. Prax was reminded of the fact that he was suppose to make a shirt for Loreli. “Dad, I um need to go buy some supplies. I just remembered.”

Naccar nodded “You don’t need to ask me, son. Come on back and pick out what you need.” Another customer entered and Naccar greeted him.

Prax went back to the supply room to see if they had the right supplies. Praxton kind of felt like Lorli deserved a high quality shirt, he started looking through the cloth they had available. Stacks up stacks, piles and piles of silk, mageweave, cotton, and other cloth. Where we the runeclothe? How frustrating, he thought. “Da, I’m going to the market.” Prax yelled out as he walked out the shop. He wondered if Voljub was still poking about. Praxton whisper, “Psst, Voljub. Are you still there?”

Voljub was happy his Master still remembered him. “Yes sir Master sir. I never leave your side, until you tell me to that is.”

Prax walked across one of Stormwind’s many canals, “I though, um, that eh demons were c- cruel and um vicious, b- but you aren’t.”

In a sulking voice the demon spoke “All Masters of Voljub force Voljub to do things. Yell at Voljub. Voljub has to obey no matter what.” Voljubs voice got angry, “Most times Voljub gets kicked. Voljub hated all races that could control. Voljub wanted to burn up all controllers.”

Praxton was surprised at how badly Voljub had been mistreated. “Are all warlocks like that?”

Voljubs voice calmed a bit. “No just most. All demons fight to get away. We no like to be controlled. Told what to do and all.”

“Why do you do what warlocks tell you anyway?” Prax was confused about the whole process.

“Voljub doesn’t know how Warlock can control demon. Only that it has to do with magic and the purple crystal. He that can push magic into the crystal can control Voljub. Master Naccar the first Master that not tell Voljub what to do. Ever. He would summon Voljub and not tell Voljub to do anything. Months passed. Voljub just watched and followed. Master Praxton very small then”

Praxton nodded as they continued to walk along a canal. So, Voljub has been watching him for a long time then? Weird. “So, what are the crystals anyway?”

“mmm Master Praxton asking very hard questions. Voljub don’t know. Maybe ask the University People Naccar talked about. Oh and Master, thanks for not getting rid of Voljub or for kicking Voljub around when you found out about the wagon…”

Prax entered Stormwind’s trade district, “yeah, I eh, do need to go there, but I’m no um looking forward to it.”

“Don’t worry Master, Voljub can help in many ways!” Voljub felt glad inside that he had made a friend out of his master. Master Praxton didn’t hit and he didn’t get mad when he found out he stayed with his family invisible for so long. Praxton was patient and kind.  That’s why Voljub liked him so much. The imp walked along side his Master with smile.

The idea of going to the university scared Praxton. He didn’t like talking in public, if he could help it.

In this part of the story Praxton’s trainer Dreth discovers that Praxton is able to control an imp as well as wield fire. And Prax needs some more int so that maybe he can manage his mana a little bit better.

Prax felt sick to his stomach and tired.

Dreth assessed the situation, he counted the hounds cheerfully, “1.. 3.. 6… 8″ he hummed intermittently.

Prax felt something stick in his leg. He remembered the crystal, the imp.

“I’ve seen worse.” Dreth glanced back at Praxton. “Well, what are you waiting for? Death?” Dreth’s bony ribs shook violently as he laughed. Dreth bowed before Praxton, with one arm extended. Clearly an invitation to open fire.

Praxton slip his hand in his pocket and whispered, “Psst, Voljub could use some help about now.”

That small breeze Praxton felt the day before hit him again and the next second Voljub appeared at his feet. “Yesss my master?” Voljub looked around.”You like dogs master? I don’t like these kind. Always they smell bad.” Voljub just raise an eye brow and showed his spiky teeth at the undead man. Then turned to look up at his master.

“um, voljub, do you er um mind helping us out with the um hounds” Prax said quickly while trembling.

“What in Azshara’s name is this?” Dreth furrowed his rotting brow inquisitively, first at the imp, then back to Prax.

Voljubs turned so he and Praxton were back to back. His hands went up so his palms were facing the hounds looking at him. Both his hands lit up in a blaze of fire.”Reeeady when you are master.” He gave the undead man a quick smile before looking back at the dogs.

Prax wasn’t sure why he summoned Voljub, he wasn’t sure what he expected. The reaction he received from the undead mage startled him. What had he done wrong? Prax just didn’t think he could have survived this encounter by himself. Prax looked back at Dreth; he was intimidated and he wasn’t sure what to say. He saw both the imp and the undead mage waiting for him as the darkhounds grew closer. Prax was yet again left speechless. One of the hounds was growling only a few paces away. He quickly turned swinging the staff wildly easily missing the hound. Prax tried to swing again, but the dog was too quick. What am I doing? Prax thought.

“Haha” Voljub chuckled “Master a funny one. Voljub help, yes, you will see.” He pushed he puny arms outward and fire ball after fire ball shot out at the hounds facing him. One leaped at him but he quickly backflipped out of the way then lit him up. “Focus Master you can make bigger fire than Voljub.” With the hounds facing Voljub now burning or running Voljub climbed up on Praxton’s shoulders so he and Praxton could face the remaining hounds.

Looking upon the remaining hounds, Prax felt his confidence increase. He focused his emotions and energies into heat. The familiar warm tingling sensation flowed from his body to the staff, which he consequently released in bursts of flaming waves. The flames shoot in a half circle spread incinerating the remaining dark hounds, Prax’s knees began to shake, he felt light headed. Black spots speckled his vision as Praxton Seamsmith collapsed.

Dreth clanked his hands together (his version of clapping). He couldn’t help feeling proud of his young acolyte. He knelt down next to Praxton and pulled a blue vial from his belt. He gently opened Prax’s mouth, and dumped the contents down his throat. “I think you’ve had enough for one day my boy” He pressed his fists together again and conjured up another portal. “Come, let’s get us back to Stormwind”. Dreth stood patiently next to the open portal.

Prax felt rejuvenated, but still sore. He got up slowly heading towards the portal. He looked back briefly. “Voljub, are you coming?”

Voljub followed his master “Yes yes Voljub follow you anywhere Master. So Mr. Loose Jaw here is Masters friend?”

“Yes, he’s a friend. He’s my teacher.” Prax told Voljub as he headed towards the portal.

“A bit unconventional for a mage… but effective, I must admit,” said Dreth. “We’ll talk back at the tower.”

Praxton felt relief entering a portal for the first time, he gave one more quick glance back at the dark gloomy landscape before he entered.

Voljub stopped at the feet of this teacher. Looked up and asked “You always walk around hunched over like that?” He only got a grunt as a response. Voljub jumped a little startled by the undead man and scampered off after Praxton.

“Demons,” Dreth sighed. He entered the tower through the portal and saw Praxton standing with Voljub at this side, “Good to see you on your feet boy.” “I believe an explanation is in order.” Dreth looked down at Voljub, who was now running in circles around his master.

Voljub stopped his victory celebration when he felt the mood of the room change. He just sat down on the floor quietly beside his Master.

Prax held out the purple crystal for his teacher to see, “My father er, hm g- gave this t- to me. Thought it er would help my t- training”

“Indeed. And your father is a warlock I presume?”

Prax looked confused, “N- no, he’s just a t- tailor.”

“A tailor who can summon demons? Sounds like a warlock to me. It’s not really my business anyway. What matters is that he’s here now, and the demon seems loyal enough. I see no reason why you shouldn’t employ his help if he’s willing to give it to you. Although, you may wish to wander over to the university to make sure he poses no threat to your safety.”

Prax quickly nodded his head.

“And Praxton?”

“Voljub help Master Praxton with anything! He Voljubs favorite Master. The others were all mean and crazy. Cept for Master Naccar…

“See if you can’t fashion some sort of garment more suitable for your class.” Dreth handed Praxton 4 bolts of mageweave.

Praxton nodded again, as he was reminded of all the chores he needed to complete. He looked back at his teacher, “Do you er need me to um come back tomorrow?”

“By all means. You still have much to learn.”

“er, ok- kay.” Prax wasn’t sure if he was suppose to bow or do something to show respect, so he attempted a half hearted bow. Prax was a little disoriented after walking out of the portal. He then saw the exit portal and headed out of the tower.

“Ha!” Dreth held out the sides of his robe and curtseyed in return. “And RELAX boy. There is no need for formalities among the Forsaken.” Dreth swatted Voljub on his butt with the blunt end of his staff. “Now, off you go!”

Again, I’m trying to get caught up with the RP story line. I have no intention of turning this blog into an RP only blog, promise. I like to think of casual huntering more as a hodge podge of randomness, depending on my mood for the day.

Well, it took quite a bit of time to get to “day two” in Praxton’s story. It took a while on twitter as well. We’ve slowed down a little bit more recently. For awhile there we were just pumping this stuff out, several pages a day. But it has calmed down now. I guess that means maybe our work productivity has gone up, but no. No it hasn’t.

Praxton must have slept in. Sun light spilled over into his bedroom. Praxton went down stairs to see his parents already eating breakfast. He didn’t say anything, just sat down. He thought it best to avoid conversation, he wasn’t up to explaining anything to his mother.

“Morning Prax. I got a request for some cloth at the Mage Tower this morning. Could you go see what they need?”

“Okay Da” Praxton wasn’t really hungry anyway. He was happy for an excuse to get out of the house. Prax felt for the purple crystal in his pocket. What would Dreth think of this, he thought. The tower wasn’t too far from the shop. Prax’s dreams kept coming back to him in bits and pieces, mostly the dream of the woman with his father’s eyes. Prax suddenly got nervous for his training, he started to remember yesterdays events. But he didn’t have much choice in the matter now. He walked up the ramp, up the stairs, through the portal as he did yesterday. The portal still felt weird and foreign. Prax suddenly found himself in the library, scanning for his teacher with mixed feelings, Dreth was still in his corner as before. Praxton started to slowly walk toward him, still nervous and frankly a little scared, but he was starting to grow trust in this undead mage.

Dreth stared intently at the runic markings on the stone in front of him. He sensed Praxton had finally arrived. “Come here pupil”, he commanded, without looking away from the stone.

Praxton quickly stumbled over towards Dreth, nervous, not wanting to do much talking. He stopped and waited.

“Are you ready Praxton?” Dreth stood up from his chair and as a wily smile crept on his lips.

“I um, th- think so so.” Prax continued to have mixed feelings about his training.”

“Excellent!” Dreth slammed his fists together and a large purple orb began to form. The orb flattened out and then grew vertically until it spanned the height of Dreth. Before Praxton had a chance to react, Dreth appeared behind him and gave him a not-so-gentle nudge through the portal. Dreth followed close behind as they flew forward. Purple haze and spots of green flashed rapidly by. When they arrived, Praxton had tumbled out and rolled over a small stump in the ground. Dreth indugled himself in a hearty cackle before helping Praxton to his feet. He breathed in deeply, as if surrounded in a meadow of flowers. But there were no flowers to be seen. The sky was dark and gloomy, and tinted a blighted green. The trees and flora were clinging desperately to their last shreds of life. “Ahh… it’s good to be back” said Dreth with an ecstatic sigh. “Now,” he started, “shall we begin?” Dreth was seemed to be beaming with delight.

Prax looked around, shivered. “Where, er um are w- we??”

“Tirisfal Glades my boy! That fool Braewynn wanted me to take you to Elwynn Forest, but you can hardly call that fairlyland dangerous. Here on the other hand…” Dreth chuckled. “Look there Praxton, in the distance.” Dreth’s bony finger pointed somewhere off to the North. The fog was thick and visibility was poor. A small set of ferocious looking teeth shined in the direction of Dreth’s finger.

Tirisfal Glades? Prax had never heard of the place, but he didn’t want to sound stupid.

“The darkhound. It is a demonic dog, who kills for the sheer joy of killing, and is no respecter of victims.”

Prax quickly nodded his head, fear began to creep up his spine.

“I’d like you to kill him.” Dreth pulled a training staff from his robe, and gripped it tightly as he muttered something in gutterspeak. The rod began to glow a faint red. “Take this. I believe it will help.”

Prax took the training staff, not having a clue what to do with it, who was he kidding, he was just a tailor, and not a good one at that. Prax began to focus on the dog, his hands shaking, he tried to imagine a big fire ball consuming the dog, he focused hard while trembling. Nothing happened.

“Hold the staff with both hands, boy!” The darkhound heard their exchange and snarled menacingly. He looked straight at Praxton, his ratty mane raised straight up and held perfectly still. A low demonic growl emitted from the hounds throat.

Prax grabbed the staff with both hands, not exactly sure what the staff was for. He tried to focus again.

Prax froze, couldn’t think straight, he didn’t know what to do.

“Just relax Prax, the hound is dangerous, but not as dangerous as me!” Dreth grinned. “Now close your eyes, focus on the heat. Let the staff become an extension of your limbs. And get ANGRY my boy! Do you want to sit and cut patterns or make a difference in this world?”

Prax focused this time on the staff. He felt angry at himself. He was angry for being so sacred, angry at his constant fumbling. He began to feel heat rise in his body. He felt the heat travel down his arm and enter the staff. It glowed red and felt hot. Prax instinctively dropped the staff before it burned his hand. The hound began to move. Praxton panicked and tried to pick up the staff as the hound began running toward him at a full run. He couldn’t think straight, all focus gone.

Dreth pulled out his own staff, move it through the air in one swift motion, and hound, now inches away from Praxtone was suddenly completely surrounded by a circle of fire. Dreth pulled Praxton back quickly to prevent his new student from burning as well. “There now. Let’s have another go at it shall we?” The felhound began to emit a shrill high-pitched bark. He gnashed his teeth and ran in circle, at this point furious with rage. “Remember Praxton, there is no reason to flinch or fear that which you can control. Pick up the staff.”

Prax bent down to pick up the staff which was still hot to the touch. Prax remembered the phrase “Become the heat.” he focused on that thought. The staff was burning his hand. Soon, he no longer felt pain but the heat was still present. The staff, his hand was the heat. Prax tentatively turned toward the hound and released the built up energy in the staff. Flames shot from the staff toward the beast. The hound howled in pain. The smell of burnt fur filled the air.

Dreth again inhaled the air deeply. “Ahh, nothing like the smell of scorched hound to start your day, eh boy?” He slapped Prax on the back as he walked over to the now charred corpse. “I’d offer you a bite if there was anything left of the thing.” Dreth picked up a smoke-black… leg? It smoldered into ashes in the wind. “You have a gift, Praxton. And it’s a good thing too. Because you’re going to need it now.” Dreth and Praxton were now surrounded by a pack of angry darkhounds. Apparently his yelp was a cry of distress.

Here’s a picture of Prax, now because Blizz is a little limited on character creation he looks a little bit older and beefier than he really is suppose to. Picture him more like 16 years old, and alot scrawnier.

Oh, and I think its funny that even in WoW you can get someone blinking when  you take a picture.

Anyway, on with the story. Praxton gets little rest after the days events. You’d think it would be enough to find out that you are a fire mage with a lot of potential, throw a fire ball or two, get mana exhaustion, find out you had a sister only to discover that she’s dead, find out that your dad has had an imp these many years and that you too can control it. What you would want was a nice dreamless sleep, but not for Prax, poor guy. Anyway, here you go.

Praxton wrestled toss to and fro through the night, there were too many things to think about, worry about, to dread about. As Prax finally, lost in his thoughts, fell asleep, he found himself standing in the mage tower, creating ever increasing balls of flames. The flames kept getting bigger and bigger until the consumed him, along with the entire tower. And then suddenly he found himself in a harsh winter environment, he could hear laughter in the background, deep and sinister. Scourge undead surrounded him on every side, thousands and thousands, skeletons, ghouls, and other undead hosts all bent on his death. Prax tried to create fire to destroy them all, but all that out was a small puff no bigger than his hand, the laughter continued. Prax sat up in his bed, in a cold sweat, it was still the middle of the night, he was exhausted. He convinced himself to lie back down. Praxton’s mind was everywhere; he couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the day, Lore, the tower, Dreth, his father, and Voljub. His mind slowly fell back into slumber.

A little while later Praxton found himself in an inn, everything still fuzzy around the edges. He was at a table talking with a lady that looked familiar to him. They were talking, but Prax didn’t make any sense of it. Why did this woman look so familiar?? Her face, her hair, it was almost as if she was a younger version of… his mother?? But not the eyes, there was a hardness and a warmness in her eyes. He continued to talk (what was this conversation about?) She had his father’s warmness in her eyes, but it was different somehow, cold yet warm. Prax began to sense emotions from their conversation, albeit he still couldn’t understand what was being said, she seemed to be pleading. He could sense from the conversation, that she desperately needed his help. Only he could provide, only him. She needed him. They left the inn, she lead him into an alley way. Everything felt foggy. He felt that she was supposed to show him something, she disappeared into the shadows. I suddenly felt cold and pain went up my spine, I dropped to my knees, I saw the girl come out of the shadows. She seemed to be looking for something, some kind of disc, she was furious when she didn’t find it. A piercing sensation came into my back, by a dagger when all of a sudden there was a bright light.

My attention span is about 2 minutes long, with that being said, I mostly likely wouldn’t be able to read these kind of entries and stay focused. So how the hell do I write them? First off, I didn’t write all of it, just Praxton’s side of the story. Second, remember all of this RP was done with twitter, thus only 140 characters at a time. I can stick with a long project, I just can’t stay focused on it at any given time for longer than 2 minutes or so. That’s about my life, it takes a lot to keep me focused, anything longer than 30 minutes… well, you’ll lose me pretty quick.

So, I hope I’m not losing any of you. I don’t plan on doing only RP posts, but I’ve been trying to play catch up here. I would like to talk more about the current events for this character.

Anyway, if you do like to read these RP stories then here is more about Praxton. This is the second half of his conversation with his dad, Naccar. Praxton makes an interesting discovery about himself in this chapter. I really didn’t see this one coming myself.

“I learned the night your sister died that I could wield magic. I don’t know if you got your power from me, but I have hidden it ever since. All it has brought me is regret. I suggest you don’t do the same.”

“Regret? I don’t er uh understand.”

“I’m sorry. I’m going a little too fast. I need to show you something in the basement Prax. Follow me. It will help explain what I mean.”

Prax was confused, he slowly got up, apparently nothing was as it seems. What else did he not know about his family, was his mom a druid or something? Prax began to follow his father, nervously.

As he moved down the stairs Naccar continued – “I need to finish the story at Duskwood so you can understand why I am telling you all this.” Naccar worried that this was too much for Prax. Yet he knew he needed to be truthful to his son. He turned on the faint basement light. “After the wagon was set a fire your mom fainted. Anger filled me to levels I had never felt before. I focused on the imp and my anger grew. The imp turned toward your mother and I and moved forward. His hands burning ready to do to us what he did to the wagon. My anger was strengthened as I saw what was about to happen to us. Then the imp just stopped. The flames went out and he just sat down. I turned to look for the man. He was still walking away with his back to us. When I saw him I turned all that anger I had for the imp over to the man. The anger raged in me. The imp started running after his master. His hands were full of fire again. The imp threw fireball after fireball at his master. I had no idea what was going on. When I arrived at the man’s corpse the imp was sitting cross legged right next to his master. I noticed the small shiny disc he took from our wagon. It was clutched in his now charred hand. There was also a small crystal in the man’s belt. It was glowing a faint purple color.” Naccar grabbed a small dusty box off the shelf and opened it. A small purple glow emitted from the box. Inside was a small disc with a dragon looking thing inscribed on it and a purple glowing crystal. “I took these from the man that night. The imp called me master when I picked up the crystal. Said I turned him against his master with my anger and magic. I was scared of this magic, scared of these.” Naccar shook the box.”Because of my fear I have never learned of this magic or these objects. I wish now I had learned about all this. Maybe I would know why your sister died for this disc. I am telling you now to learn about your powers so you don’t become old and wonder what would have happened if you mastered your abilities. I’d like you to take these if you decide to return to the mage tower.” He raised the box towards Praxton. ”Maybe they will help you with your training.”

“I’m suppose to er return back to the um tower tomorrow.” Prax felt that it probably would be best if he stayed quiet about his teacher at the tower, that might be too difficult for even his father.

“It makes me glad to hear that. In time I think your mother will understand. We all need time to adjust to these changes.”

“Da, what does that, er, hm magic thing do anyway?”

“I asked the imp about the disc he just said his master had been hunting for it for a long time. I don’t know what it does.” “All I know about the purple crystal is that whoever holds it the imp calls master. Holding it and thinking about the imp summons him.” “Unfortunately that is all I know.” Naccar felt the regret he talked about just now. He wished he knew more so he could tell Prax.

Prax stood there for a moment, contemplating everything he had learned when he turned to his father, “What exactly is a er, hm imp anyway?”

“It is a little green demon. They are only about 3 feet high and … well lets just use the crystal and I’ll show you.” Naccar tried to seem calm. He was nervous inside. It has been at least 10 years since he used the crystal last.

Oh I had to ask did I, Prax thought has he tensed, he didn’t quite know what to expect.

Naccar took the purple crystal back from Prax then closed his eyes. A soft breeze brushed them both even though they were indoors. Then a small green imp faded in from nowhere right at Naccars feet.

Prax jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of the ugly creature.

The imp peered up at Praxton then looked over at Naccar.He had a harsh crackling voice “It’s been a long time master.What can I do for you?” “Um hey little guy. I don’t need anything I just wanted to show you to my son Praxton. He can use fire and is going to learn more about it.”

Prax’s eyes widened. As he stared at the creature. He then looked back up at his father.

Naccar was about to suggest they go back upstairs when the imp spoke again “My name is Voljub, Praxton. Good luck with your magic.” Naccar was shocked. The imp had never introduced himself to him.

“Um, its uh nice to meet er you V- Voljub.” Prax was surprised at how polite the imp was.

Out of nervousness Naccar told the imp “You can disappear now Voljub, thanks.” Voljub looked away from Prax and muttered “Yes Master.” Voljub vanished. Naccar handed the crystal back to Praxton. When Praxton had the crystal in his hands they heard Voljubs voice again. “Is Praxton my new master now?”

Praxton looked up at his father with a scared puzzled look, “What?”

Naccar equally looked around scared and puzzled. His voice sounded stressed. “Voljub show yourself” The crackled response came from nowhere. “I only listen to my master who holds the shard…” Naccars confused look came back to Praxton.

Prax looked down at the jeweled item in his hand. “Voljub, come back.”

“You huuumans are confusing…” came the voice. Voljub faded back to the same spot where he disapeared. “I neever actually left. Just made meeself invisible, disssappeared like I was told” “

If you want me to leeeave you completely for now I can…” Voljub then sat down on the ground and crossed his legs.

“hmm, Da what d does this mean?” “Um, yeah, Voljub. You can um er go”

Voljub stopped picking his teeth with a fingernail and stood up by doing a small backflip. “As you wish master … pleeease don’t wait as long as this one did to summon me again. I enjoyed meeting you.”Prax and Naccar felt that small cold breeze again” and Voljub was gone. “I don’t know what this all means son but I think this has been enough new things for both of us today.”

“What are we going to tell Ma?”

“I will talk to her about all this in time when we understand it more. For now let’s just tell her we were cleaning out some junk down here”

“Sounds good to me”, Prax looked questioningly at his father. “What now?”

“Let’s finish our jobs around the shop and try to get some rest. You’re probably going to need rest for whatever will happen at the tower.”

Okay, I’m trying to catch up with where we are at with Prax’s story currently.  So, I might post more often, if you aren’t into the RP stuff then please feel free to ignore this stuff.

To give you a run down, basically Prax recently discovered his has some fire mage abilities. He recently had his first lesson in the mage tower with an unlikely trainer, a forsaken mage named Dreth. Although loyal to the horde, he has allied himself with the alliance temporarily to fight the Scourge. Brae, one of the mages in Stormwind had Dreth train Prax in order to give Dreth an innocuous mundane task. Now Praxton plans on keeping this whole training quiet from his parents, who despise magic use.

And we introduce an new RPer, Naccar is written by Moordeth.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”, Brae said softly, turning back towards the boy. Brae had been disturbed by Dreth’s return to Stormwind but his reaction had been tempered and mild in comparison. Disturbed by old haunting memories of a time that felt like a different life time. Brae turned towards Lore, “I need a drink, we must catch up on old times.”

Loreli nodded, “I’ve also got another issues I was coming to see you about.” She slipped one of the daggers from it’s sheath on her hip. She offered to him hilt first, “I need an upgrade.” Upon inspection, one could see a hairline fracture running through blade. It glowed much more faintly than it should and the crack seemed to be–what could only be described as–leaking magic.

Brae gave the dagger a closer inspection. “Do I dare ask how you managed to do this?” Prax looked about realizing that his parents were probably wondering where he went to, they had the tendency to be tad bit over protective. “I uh, need to ..er get back to the.. shop.” Prax said, not wanting his parents to know about any of todays events.

Dreth nodded at Prax. “Very well. Come prepared to learn tomorrow pupil.” Dreth struck his staff on the ground and used it to pivot his body in the opposite direction as he made his way back to the corner.

Lore rubbed the back of her neck, looking a bit sheepish, “Probably not…”

Brae: “Yes, I didn’t think so. ” Brae held up the dagger and looked at it from several angles. “When do you need this done by?” Prax looked awkwardly about, glanced at Dreth and mumbled an incoherent “uh, okay”. Looking about again, he started for the portal door. Sometimes Prax had the talent of finding the one and only object on the floor in which to stumble over, today was no exception. He quickly got back on his feet, with only his pride hurt, he face was red, as he tried to slip away quietly.

Lore shrugged, “The sooner the better. You know how I feel about going unarmed…” Arlice waved to Prax, but remained silent.

“Of course, what would I expect from you, mistress of the night and all.” Brae chuckled to himself.

“Hey! People start fights with ME… I just finish them.” Lore insisted a bit like a sullen child.

“Seems that a lot of that has been happening lately. What was that raucous about earlier anyway?” Brae causally commented, sitting down.

“Well, seems someone found out I was in town mere moments after I got here. Apparently I’m just as popular as when I left.”

Praxton assumed that no one spotted him till he saw Arlice wave at him. He half-heartedly waved back. He had hoped Lore would have noticed. Prax slipped out of the mage tower and began to run down the spiral ramp.

Brae gestured for Lore to sit down, “I suppose news travels quick in Stormwind. Do you have any news from Northrend?”

Lore flipped the chair around, sitting on it backwards, “Something big is in the works. Icecrown has been too quiet of late. We get word of scourge activity, but before we can ge there, they’ve packed up and moved. They’re able to mobilize awfully quick. It’s got everyone on edge.” Lore glanced at Arliece, who was flipping pages and making notes, completely oblivious to them.

“I’ve notice people on edge, those traveling from northrend.” Brae said, scratching his chin in thought. Brae sighed, “Doesn’t help that the blasted Cult of the Damned is again at work here in Stromwind. If things do turn around in our favor I don’t know what’s going to happen”, Brae said softly.

Lore sighed, “That’s not good news… We’re spread too thin. Fighting here, fighting in Northrend, fighting the Horde. No less than ten soldiers were forcibly shipped back to Stormwind on the same ship I came back on. They’re cracking out there.”

Arliece set her pen down steepled her fingers in front of her face, “They don’t have any choice but to push the troops hard. The Lich King is ruthless and so are his minions. If we have any hope if winning it’ll be a long hard fight.” Loreli nodded, resting her chin on her hands. There was a quiet moment all around as they considered each other’s words.

Brae considered Loreli’s words, “When do you plan on heading back to northrend then?”

“About a fortnight or so… just long enough to get some favors done. I’ve already botched the other half of my plan.” Lore replied.

Brae raised a curious eyebrow.

“The staying out of trouble part.”

“Well, you’ve never been much good at that.”, Brae sighed. “Let’s go get that drink.” he said while getting up.

Brae paused, looking back towards Loreli as he stood up, “Who have you riled up here in Stormwind anyway?”

Loreli shook her head at Brae, “Well, that’s why I was hoping you had heard something. However, as much as I would love to take you up on that drink, I’m only the city for a limited time. I have a few other errands to run. So I’ll drop by later to pick up that?” Loreli I indicated the dagger.

Brae nodded, “Give me a couple of days and I’ll have this ready for you.” Brae then added, “And Lore, try not to get yourself killed.” He gave her a wink then left the table.

Prax slowed a little when he realized just how high he was while descending the mage tower ramp. He didn’t want to add insult to injury. Prax was lost in thought on his way home, this is not what he expected when he woke up this morning. When Prax got home at the shop (they lived upstairs) he saw that the “closed sign” had been moved back to open. Prax walked in tentatively, “Where have you been???” his mother inquired. Prax stumbled over the words as he wilted under his mothers stare, “I, uh, well… I hm, err.” There was no way he would be able to return to his mage training if his mother knew the truth. But she knew when he was up to something.
Praxton luckily stammered frequently, nothing new to his mother. He attempted to regain his composure. “I was, um, getting, materials for a costume job from… er.. a costumer.. today”, he gave a weak smile.

From the back room of his house Naccar could sense something different in his son the moment he walked in. Naccar was not prepared to deal with what might happen to his son. Regret also filled him for the actions he had never taken. He knew his wife couldn’t take the truth of where their son had been or the secrets he might have to reveal. He slowly walked into the room. “Belise, I ran into Lish in the marketplace this morning. She told me the new shipment of thread arrived. Could you go inspect it for me?” Belise turned to her husband. “Now?” “Yes, she wants to get it out of her shop soon.” “Ok, you can tell me about your day later Praxton.” Naccar took the seat his wife was in as soon as she shut the door behind her. He put his arms on the table and looked down at them.

Praxton felt relief as his father walked in and his mother walked out, he wasn’t sure what he would tell his mom.

“So where have you been Praxton?” He asked while still looking downwards.

Prax didn’t have time to feel at ease, he tensed up and looked down. “I um, er, I was … getting hm, clothe?”
Prax’s father was much better at seeing through his lies, always was.

“Praxton, I haven’t been the most honest father to you. I want to make that up to you now but I need you to be honest with me right now too”

Prax looked up at his father, emotion whelmed up in him. He always felt something wasn’t right with himself. He could talk right, he was clumsy, he didn’t know what to say to people, but his dad could see right through him, past everything, with genuine concern. Prax’s eyes were filled to the brim, “Da, I d- d- don’t um er um…” he was embarrassed with his display of emotions. Prax sat down and took a deep breath, “I um, I was at the er mage t- tower. And I I need to go back tomorrow.”

Naccar felt the way his son sounded. Not sure how to proceed with this delicate subject. He had to know what his son had been up to though. The mage tower? Naccar thought if this ever happened it would have been with his own kind, the ones he had been avoiding all these years … not the mages. “What happened at the mage town son?” This time he looked at his son surprisingly when asking the question.

“er..I’ve been … um um … acci-dently setting … fires”, Prax’s face paled and he whispered, “with..er out flint. I, um was suppose to er go um to the tower, to um help me.. c- control it.”

So he does belong in the mage tower Naccar thought. Much better than what I have been cursed with. “Prax, do you know why your mother hates the mages so much?” Tears were beginning to show in his own eyes now too.

Prax wasn’t sure why his mother hated mages so much, he has assume it was because of his brother somehow, most things were. Through wet eyes, Prax continued to look down, “no”.

Naccar began the story he thought he would never have to tell his Praxton. “Your mother doesn’t just despise mages. She hates magic in general for what is has done to our family. Before you and your brother were born your mother and I were really into buying mageweave, it sold for a lot then. We purchased a wagon full it in Duskwood and were returning home”

Prax looked up, he had never heard this story before.

“When we were stopped just after dark by a man wearing all black. He said our wagon had an old relic in it and we needed to hand it over. We argued for a while telling the man we didn’t know what he was talking about. He started to get frustrated and then waved his hand at us. Against our own free will your mother and I began to flee from the wagon. We wanted to run back but couldn’t. We watched the man tear the wagon apart. He left with something small in his hand. As he walked away a small imp appeared at his side. The imp turned to the wagon. His hands lit up with fire that then leaped towards the wagon. Your mother screamed as we watched. We watched as the wagon burned with your then 7 month old, older sister in the wagon. It was then we both hated magic and what it could do”

Prax was stunned with the news of a sister he never knew.Prax whispered, “what’s mom er, going to um do when um, shhe finds out a-about me?”

“She might grow to be ok with it. It will help if she can see you can do some good with magic. What do you plan to do with your power? Learn it or suppress and hide it?”

“I dunno. Its er all new to me.”