Story Time: Unlikely Allies


Stardust Spire, Ashenvale

Part 3

Andais Lu had somehow managed to survive being partnered up to the Holy priest Evrollah for the past two weeks while in Ashenvale. And though the two women clashed on their different world views and how they lived in the Alliance sanctuary of Stardust spire, when it came to conflict they fought very well together. While Andais broke through the Horde ranks with her spells of felfire and destruction, Evorollath attacked with her powers of holy light. It was a contradicting sight, light and darkness side by side.

They were not the only Allied soldiers who fought in the fallen realms of the Kaldorei, more of the Alliance had been sent out from Stormwind City or Ironforge, joining the two women to take back the lands for the night elves. Andais had befriended an Unholy death knight, a Void elf by the name of Rahlis Somberspark. Though he reported to Lady Alleria Windrunner, the sister of the Horde’s warchief Sylvanas but fought against her sister for she saw no honour in this betrayal, Rahlis was a lone soldier and because of his speciality it often had him isolated from the other squadrons. Because of this, Andais Lu invited him to join her and Evrollah though the Holy priest scowled at the idea of a death knight joining her.

The trio had returned to Stardust Spire after another attempted attack to reclaim Astraanar from the Horde, they thought they had gotten a foot in until the goblins came in with their mechanised weaponry to combat against the gnomes own machinery and the two factions reached a stalemate once again. Andais entered the night elf refuge wanting to burn everything in frustration, it had been like this since she had landed in Ashenvale and from what the weary soldiers had told her, it had been going on like this since the burning of Teldrassil. Why did King Genn Greymane send her here? She had better luck in assisting of the recruitment of Kul Tiran soldiers than reclaiming warring lands.

“Ease your storm lass, no point destroying our final sanctuary” the Beast mistress Gwynva Firststeel placed a soothing hand on the warlock’s gloved hand that had crackling fel fire in her palm. Andais Lu looked down to the dwarf in dismay “We still haven’t made a dent in their ranks Gwyn, this is a hopeless battle” the older woman gave her an encouraging smile and guided her to the inn where they had set up camp “On a wider scale it may seem like we are doing nothing but we are still frustrating the Horde ranks and causing damage, we are still doing something for the Alliance” Andais Lu let out an exhausted sigh and nodded “I suppose so, thanks Gwyn” before planting herself on her bed.

Beside the warlock, Evrollah was in deep meditation, her brows furrowed as she concentrated, her breath eerily even despite having returned from the battle herself. Andais Lu watched her fascinated just as Rahlis joined them, his twin blades still dripping in a mix of Horde blood. Andais Lu quirked an eyebrow “Better clean them up or the innkeeper will have a fit” Rahlis gave a mischievous smile “But irritating Kimlya is so much fun!” Andais laughed quietly “Bad idea, everyone is on edge right now” Rahlis pouted but grabbed the nearest washing cloth to wipe over the two swords. They still hummed with the power of death.

Later in the evening, Andais Lu went for a walk to clear her head, or so she had told Rahlis and Evrollah, what she was looking for was something to annihilate for her pent up anger still oozed from her pores and resulted in sparks of green fire from her fingertips. She wanted to continue fighting in Astranaar and only stopped when Evrollah had requested a druid to restrain the destruction warlock. Once they knew that Andais had settled did the druid remove his wives from the warlock’s hands. It had made Andais Lu grow more annoyed with Evrollah that the priest thought she could control her.

Stepping outside Stardust spire, Andais found herself tracing her steps back to Astranaar when she saw a small squadron of four Horde soldiers marching near her. Hiding behind shrubs, a crazy smile appearing on her face as she casted Fire and Brimstone, a single Verdant sphere glowing green above her auburn head. She jumped out of the bushes and casted Conflagarate to the nearest soldier, an Undead warrior, the loud explosion set the entire group off and they whirled around facing the warlock who gave them a cute wave, all the while her fingertips burned with fel fire.

The Orc hunter roared and aimed his gun towards her and Andais Lu laughed as she threw green fire towards the group, narrowly avoiding the bullet that was shot before releasing bolts of felfire. The demonfire shot through all four soldiers and they howled in pain before quickly charging towards the warlock, still Andais attempted to them at bay. Four verdant spheres glowed over head and her hazel eyes burned green with malice. They all had to pay for what they did.

Tapping Legionterror briefly on her back, Andais opened up a dimensional rift allowing more fel energy to be shot from the demonic staff itself as it smashed into its nearest target the charging Orc hunter who had his gun aimed again. Andais Lu jumped to the side but not before she felt the stinging pain of the bullet cutting through her diabolic raiment, cursing out quietly she spun around and unleashed her favourite spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the fiery dragon-shaped bolt hurtled into the rogue warrior who flew off his feet, running up behind him, a Tauren shaman threw down its totems and casted back towards the warlock. Andais Lu narrowed her eyes and was ready to cast again though aware she was depleting quickly on mana when a blast of arcane magic appeared out of no where momentarily knocking the squadron away from Andais and an elfin, shrouded man in the armour of the Kirin Tor.

“Let’s go warlock!” he shouted tugging on Andais’ arm, she hissed at him and swatted him away “I have them!” “No you do not” the mage countered before leading the scowling young woman into the darkness of the Ashenvale forest. By the time, the Horde squadron regrouped the human warlock and her new ally had vanished.

Walking back to Stardust spire, Andais Lu huffed before shoving the arcane mage away “I could have killed them all but you stalled my my move!” “By the look of your verdant spheres, you would have soon been out of mana and a target for the Horde” the mage retorted back, his tone of voice clearly not amused. Andais Lu folded her arms in irritatation and stomped past the Sentinels who looked surprised at the return of the warlock. The arcane mage followed her quietly giving a nod to the guards.

“Who are you anyway? I did not see you at Astranaar today” Andais looked over her shoulder as she reached the healer who quickly attended to the wound on her arm “My name is Vynsand Runebane, I arrived just today” the mage bowed to her. Andais Lu snorted and rolled her eyes “Well next time Runebane, don’t get in my way”. The hooded mage said nothing back.

To be continued…

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Story Time: High Orders

I should subscribe back into WoW and download Battle for Azeroth to get more quality content for my stories but I don’t exactly want to pay the fees again

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Stormwind Embassy, Stormwind City

Part 2

“With all due respect Lord Greymane, I believe I’d work better with either Mookie or even Booleigh”

“The warrior is already on Kul Tiras assisting Lady Jaina Proudmoore to ask for the aid of her people and I doubt the druid is even in the right mindset right now. She, like the rest of her kin are still affected by the loss of Teldrassil”

Inside the new faction base within the walls of Stormwind City, Andais Lu was arguing with Genn Greymane. She was ordered to take a boat to Kul Tiras and assist the Alliance within the proud sea port. She wasn’t going alone however and would be joined by the Light forged Draenei, a priest named Evrollah. The said Draenei stood on the other side of Greymane, her otherworldly eyes regarding the human warlock in curiousity and disdain.

The greying King of Gilneas regarded the high priestess of the night elves, Tyrande Whisperwind sympathetically, the Priestess lost in her own world, her hands clasped together in communication with her Goddess Elune. For the past two weeks she was constantly seeking the help of her beloved deity while also keeping a look out for her husband, the Arch druid Malfurion Stormrage.

Andais Lu’s hazel eyes drew in the solemn appearance of the High priestess and swallowed the lump in her throat. Tension was high even with all the Alliance leaders under one roof, both factions were at a stand still after two of their capital cities had fallen to the enemy. The Alliance no longer had any hold over the continent of Kalimdor but they reigned supreme over the Eastern Kingdoms.

Shifting in Emberscatter treads realising that she could not continue arguing with one of the leaders and nevertheless a King, Andais Lu resigned and folded her arms “Very well, Evrollah and I will take the next boat” “Be careful in Ashenvale Andais Lu, they are no longer the sacred lands of the Kaldorei” Genn Greymane warned. Simply nodding the warlock took a step back and walked out of the embassy, feeling the presence of the Holy priest beside her.

“I understand you completely on why you don’t wish to party with me Ms Andais, I too found this match to be uneven for your entire being reeks of our fallen enemies, the Burning Legion” the Light forged Draenei’s comment made Andais clench her gloved hands in irritation. She was friends and allies with many Draenei especially back in her garrison on Draenor but the Light forged were a different type of the alien species and in Andais’ personal opinion very over confident of themselves. Because they had been infused with holy light and blessed by the Naaru, they found themselves to be superior to the normal Draenei on Azeroth.

This arrogance made Andais Lu not trust them so have one as her partner in a mission to the contested lands of Ashenvale was unheard of! “My robes may have fel magic imbued in them but behind your relics of Holy light, you have the same faults as every other race of Azeroth” Andais snipped back quietly, her pace picking up, wanting to put as much distance between her and the priest. Perhaps if she was lucky, she could get her own boat to Kalimdor.

To be continued…

雨流儀: Wild at Heart



{Reblogged} Ame has no limitations in her young life, since she graduated from college and took part in her family’s ‘business’ she hasn’t stopped unless of course its a cause of the heart. Whether she is shopping in the fashion capitals of the world, having an elegant high tea in London or going clubbing in Las Vegas or Prague, she does it with style.

I have been on a roll when it comes to new LOTD from Polyvore, here are three;
Diva by lucilxlu featuring target wall art
Diva: Europe is the centre of Ame’s shopping if not across the Atlantic and in New York City. She frequents to Europe because of a certain gentleman in Milan but often spends her weekends away in Paris. In the French capital, Ame dresses up to the nines and often in designer’s latest creations. She either shops or attends the runway shows with the rest of the elite but also deals with her family’s connections and business in the Parisian underground. The above outfit is day time style that can also revert to evening by a simple change of accessories, her usual routine is grabbing a Godiva shake along the way. My favourite pieces is both the YSL scale skirt and gold plated harness by Giuseppe Zanotti.

Sweet by lucilxlu featuring a swarovski crystal necklace
Sweet: For high teas or elegant affairs in the public, Ame lessens her bold statements of colour and goes with pastel shades especially if in the presence of other important females. She still makes herself known with her accessories and the fact in this particular LOTD the top is sheer, her skirt is Gucci and heels are Sophia Webster. My favourite additions was the Beauty and the Beast palette and Polly Pocket that acts more as a random accessory than anything useful. The necklace is also by Swarovski with crystal and faux pearls, Ame has also kept her katana hidden underneath her skirt especially if the events she attends have other gang members.

Party princess by lucilxlu featuring a party outfit
Party Princess: Whether it’s at the Lux in Las Vegas or the Deathclub in Prague, Ame has been a party animal since she was a teenager. This LOTD is just one of her many party outfits and when she goes clubbing, she goes all out no matter what the occasion is. I cropped off the Moschino top to bear her midriff and the leather shorts by Balmain are accessorised with Forever 21’s pink fishnet stockings and again another product by Giuseppe Zanotti, the spiked heels. The pink bag is by Salvataore Ferragamo and the gold belt is made by Chanel, she keeps two shuriken in her pocket just in case the bouncers call her up on her gun. My favourite pieces though are both the mermaid face gems and crystal and velvet choker also by Giuseppe.

Story Time: Return to War

I haven’t written about my warlock in so long but watching the cinematic cuts behind the new World of Warcraft expansion, it inspired me a lot to write this short fic.


Dreadscar Rift, The Twisting Nether

Part 1

So much sacrifices were made.

Azeroth now bled from the wound inflicted by the dark titan Sargeras.

And yet the species of the dying world have turned on each other for the sake of their own greedy needs, the blood of the nascent world soul known as Azerite.

It started with the burning of Teldrassil, the new Horde warchief Sylvanas Windrunner ordered a brutal strike upon the tree of the night elves, it scarred physically and mentally the children of Elune and they are still recovering in the sanctuary of Stormwind City. The Alliance launched a counter attack and saw the fall of the Forsaken’s own Undercity. Now both factions sought new allies to aid them in this world war.

Standing in her Order hall, her body soaking up the fel energy that reeked from the Dreadscar Rift, the Scepter of Sargeras now Legionterror a constant weight on her back, the Destruction warlock Andais Lu shifted on the spot. Her eyes opened, the hazel eyes now burning fel green as she fuelled the angry storm whirling in her chest. She could not forget the anguish upon her friend, the druid Booleigh Evernight’s face recalling the tale of her fallen homeland. Nor could Andais forget checking on the injured in Stormwind’s infirmary. It had unleashed a rage that the warlock had not felt since the arrival of the Burning Legion and she eagerly joined the Alliance army marching to the Undercity.

Andais Lu had reigned demonic fire upon the Horde not caring if it was man, woman or child. They all had to pay for what they did to the night elves. The Horde started this first. Where once was a passive and peaceful soul finding the faction war unecessary was replaced by a dark hatred that was eager to swallow the warlock whole.

Though there was a standstill between the factions and the Alliance was rescued by the estranged mage Jaina Proudmoore, Andais Lu could not stay in her capital city for long, she teleported back to Dreadscar rift, the anger still bubbling in her veins. Not even her Horde comrades the Undead Affliction caster Zivaan and blood elf Demonologist Leithen could calm her down for they were Horde too and the Overlord threatened to annihilate them for trying to soothe her rage. Andais Lu was left alone to her brewing resentment while she meditated on the hard rock.

“Mistress, you are requested by Lady Jaina in Stormwind” the demon Calydus hovered nearby tentatively, unsure of how the warlock would react. Letting out a sigh, Andais Lu released the tether to the fel energy of Dreadscar Rift nodding twice, she silently left her order hall taking the teleport to Dalaran.

Emerging into the Circle of Wills within the mage city’s underbelly, Andais walked up the stairs leading to the street level. Her current thoughts were running over countless suggestions on why the former Kirin Tor mage requested her presence back home. Not that she minded, the warlock was hungering to unleash hell once more after her mana generation within Dreadscar Rift. Deep down, Andais knew that she shouldn’t have knocked back Zivaan and Leithen but all she could see was Forsaken and Blood elf.

It was a Forsaken that authorised the attack on the night elf tree, a surprise and heartless attack and that is why Andais no longer became passive on the faction war. This was something personal to her and she would make sure that the Horde would pay. The streets of Dalaran though bustling with activity was high with tension. The Kirin Tor still demanded a cease fire between the factions but it did not stop either Alliance or Horde from trying to outdo the enemy by other, petty means.

Casually walking past a Troll hunter, Andais discreetly snapped her fingers, the tusked warrior yelped in shock as the edges of his mantle caught alight in green flames. He snarled towards the back of Andais Lu but one quick click of her fingers again and the flames disappeared before the guards would notice. The warlock smirked to herself before she caught the scent of morning kafa brewing from the nearby inn.

Andais Lu used to take up residence inside the neutral inn, The Ledgerdemain Lounge because she found the energy of her order hall to be unsettling. That was before anger consumed her heart and she took up a permanent base inside the order hall using her title of Overlord to benefit her going to war for the Alliance. A brief moment of nostalgia swept over the warlock before she clenched her fists within their green Diabolic gloves and she picked up her pace.

She walked into Greyfang Enclave and nodded to the worgen guards at the main entrance of the building. There was a long embedded strife between Genn Greymane and Sylvanas Windrunner since the Burning Legion was in Azeroth and now the stakes were much higher. Genn encouraged each movement King Anduin Wrynn made against the Horde. Andais stood in front of Stormwind city and inhaled softly. The young king who had to grow up so much after the death of his father, again another fatality of world war.

Keeping her head high, Andais walked into the magical portal, her burning green eyes stayed home as she first heard the bells tolling from within Cathedral square. The fel fire in her eyes died down as she drunk in the sight of the Mage quarter of her home city. Every time she returned to the capital, it always overwhelmed her.

To be continued…

LL LOTD: Style in the Office



{Reblogged} Corporate outfits can be fun depending on your job and how flexible your boss is, for my alternate reality self she works in a high end fashion magazine so she can express herself as an individual while still wearing the designer brands that her magazine promotes.

She tends to wear pink and black a lot more than any other colour being her trademark. As always, sharing three for you this week.

Editor-in-chief’s Assistant: Inspired by the aesthetic and feel of Runway in the movie Devil wears Prada, I was going for something similar with the office and the outfit as well. Top is by Jackie, skirt by Alexander Wang, earrings are Karl Lagerfeld, make up Bobbi Brown and belt is inspired by Christian Dior. My favourite piece in this LOTD are the badges- the ice cream, the Lucky cat and the mermaid shells since I love novelty personally.


Lunch Break: Mixing professional with unique trend and keeping to my own style, this LOTD is another office outfit while going on lunch break. The imaginary magazine is located in Los Angeles and I could see myself venturing into Little Tokyo during my lunch hour then picking up a glazed cruller on the way back to the office. Top is by Rosie Assoulin, skirt by DSquared2 and shoes are Valentino. My favourite accessory featured is definitely the pink keyboard bag by Joao Sabino, it is very unique.


Back to work: After the holidays and travelling around the fashion capitals, returning to the usual grind in Los Angeles while publishing the memories of the fashion weeks either in New York City or Paris. This is a very feminine LOTD going with her mood of being in a content relationship where is it no longer hiding from the public. Ruffled pink top is by Zerdocean, skirt by Chic Wish, shoes are Kurt Geiger, belt is Saint Laurent and earrings are Dolce & Gabanna.

GifSpam! Trials of Love

Season 3 of Shadowhunters has been airing since the beginning of this month and just when I thought my no.1 pairing that is Clary and Jace are finally going to have a prosperous relationship after all the trouble that happened in Season 1 and 2, nope!

The writers decided to throw them in the deep end (once again!) Jace is now being controlled by this season’s big evil Lilith and under a new alias called the Owl, can they just leave my OTP alone??
 
 
 
 
 

Made by herestotheunkown

Mood: Energetic


I have been on a creative run since my three days off and it has been focused on this single fantasy story that I have previously mentioned in other diary entries. I even have written notes for book 2 plus a chapter which will be continued after I have completed the first one. I am thankful that my imagination has not left me and that I am still able to create scenarios and ideas in my head.

I have also completed my map and my current novel is up to 78 pages, not bad considering I haven’t done any kind of para roleplay in either IMVU or Second Life for the past three-four years. I only hope that this imagination of mine continues to flourish so that I can finish a story for once. It is a bad habit of mine because I haven’t completed an actual story ever!

– Lu

雨滴: Miami {Promo}

Before Ame rescued the family heirloom from the Triads, a much younger Hayato was in Miami. This is the promo of her post college years.

The Italian Mafia. The Japanese Yakuza.
 
From Milan, Italy- Jacen Osvaldo. From Tokyo, Japan- Ame Hayato
 
He is strengthening the family business in the Land of the Free, she has an enemy target
Precautionary measures 
An unexpected meeting during a fight of blood lust and cunning tactics

In the City of Heat, Miami

雨滴: Urgent Call

Warning: Starts off NSFW 18+ then rating goes back to normal, just letting you know all in advanced 😛

Two pillows hurtled across the bedroom crashing into the dark wooden drawers and almost toppling over the vase filled with pretty carnations, a delighted cry followed by heavy kissing mixed in with the sound of blankets falling to the ground. It had been three days since Ame and Aleksander had met CIA agent Julian Huntington at Prague castle as well as accept his proposal. Returning home, they stayed indoors pondering and formulating a plan on how to retrieve the plates as well as when to inform Ame’s older sister Meiakane that the American government needed her help too.

When their plans reached no real fruition, and was replaced by frustration the lovers took it out on each other in their usual way- rough sex.

This was their third round for the day after another failed plan and both were getting more violent with each other and it only aroused them further. Already Aleksander’s back bore previous nail marks, his shoulders and chest hickeys and smudged lipstick. His face covered in erratic lip marks and his bottom lip had a small cut from being bitten hard, his flaming red hair looking like a bird nest from being pulled repetitively. Ame’s appearance was no better her breasts covered in bites and bruises, her backside showing red hand marks and fingernail imprints, her inner thighs, neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and more nail prints on her hips and calves.

“Who’s a bad slut, who is?!” Aleksander growled against Ame’s lips, his hands smacking her ass cheeks again, squeezing around her body and keeping her locked against his chest. Restrained tightly against his body, Ame wrapped her legs around Aleksander’s waist pushing her feet into her backside encouraging him to go faster inside her “I…I…I am!!” she cried out, their bodies bucking violently on the large bed. Aleksander pushed Ame onto her knees and entered her from behind, hunching over her body, the frame of the bed threatening to buckle under the pressure of being used too often in a single day.

Holding him tight over her, Ame grinded herself back against Aleksander’s groin, he groaned out in her ear and shoved three of his fingers into her mouth. Ame pursed her lips and sucked savagely, the loud slapping of his thighs hitting her backside echoing in the Tower suite. It was quite fortunate that in between their screams and dirty shouting that they even heard Ame’s laptop downstairs turn on from its hibernation and the Skype screen popped open with an incoming call.

Ame screamed with ecstasy as she felt Aleksander pulled at her hair, pounding her womanhood raw, she then heard the familiar ringing noise “Anata…anata…Alek!” she grabbed his waist making the Russian pause in his thrusts “Is that my…” Ame trailed off as Aleksander listened too “Someone is calling you Tsvesti” realisation clearing out his lust driven mind. He quickly pulled out of Ame who rolled off the bed grabbing the closest item of clothing off the railing and almost tripped running down the wooden stairs.

Wearing Aleksander’s business shirt, Ame hastily buttoned three buttons and sat down in her chair, wincing feeling her bruised and beaten backside “Damn it Alek…” she hissed softly running a hand through her messy hair and checking to see who was calling her. “Nee-chan?” Ame blinked surprised seeing Meiakane’s profile picture in the centre of the screen. No longer caring if she was decent or not for her older sister, Ame answered the call. Why on Earth was Mei calling her at 3am, Tokyo time.

A wide awake Meiakane still dressed in corporate suit appeared in the screen, she was in their family home, inside their father’s study to be precise with all the lights on behind her. What concerned Ame was that she had blood stains on her expensive attire and looked incredibly worried “Ame I know I probably interrupted your bedroom time but this is very important” Mei seemed to know already what Ame had been doing prior to her answering the call and it made Ame slightly blush and lower her eyes. “Mei-Mei what is it? Why are you home? Where is Otou-san?” Ame raised her head, her voice urgent and now getting higher in pitch.

Meiakane lowered her eyes, it was the first time Ame had seen that look cross her older sister’s features. Fear. “He’s…he’s in hospital” Ame froze in her chair staring wordlessly at the screen that held her sister’s image “Ame…Ame! He was attacked just after he had gone to bed, Yumi paged me and I came here as soon as I could. I was worried I was too late but he is in critical condition. Minata has taken him to JHA and my clan are scouring our household for evidence of the attacker. I need you here, you must come home!” Ame snapped back to reality hearing Mei shout, nodding numbly she promised to return to Japan as soon as possible though her voice was shaking uncontrollably.

Ame was still staring at her laptop screen even after Mei had ended their quick call. Her father was in hospital? Her daddy was in a critical state? Someone tried to kill her remaining parent?! Ame’s hands clenched into fists as she let out a pained scream and shoved everything off her desk in anger. She slipped off her chair and balled up on the carpet, howling loudly as her fists connected with the wooden floor hard. Ame did not hear the concerned shouts of Aleksander, she did not feel herself being lifted off the floor or pulled into the warm lap of her Russian, her mind was blurred as she cried loudly.