A personal space dedicated to a well-traveled Courier in World of Warcraft. Some stories, some sketches, and the occasional reblog of related or inspiring posts. Can be semi-ooc at times. Possible Nsfw content.

(Rp servers MG, WrA)

 

handshour asked
It was late into the evening when the Courier was set on her delivery to the last name on her list, a special request made by Doctor Siantese. The textured envelope was transferred to another hand as she sped her way through the depths of Silvermoon City until she found herself staring up at the addressed flat. Tucking the letter briefly under an arm, she plucked at her lace gloves before rapping on the residence door with a succession of rapid knocks.

ianristin-siantese:

handshour:

ianristin-siantese:

handshour:

ianristin-siantese:

handshour:

ianristin-siantese:

handshour:

ianristin-siantese:

handshour:

ianristin-siantese:

The young Professor didn’t receive much company, he had no cause to typically. The soft rapping pulled his attention from the large and clearly old tome he had been reading. 

With the loft of a single brow, he set the book aside to rise from the cozy warmth of his study. Moving through the clean apartment with silent steps, he reached the door and with a tug on the brass fixture, it was opened to reveal the Courier. 

He smiled, canting his head slightly to the side as emerald orbs shifted in fascination for the sight. “Good evening, dove.” His words were soft and kind, as he leaned on the door frame casually. “And what can I do for you?”

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The Shaman’s Shield (Rp Commission)

handshour:

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The trick was keeping the natural state of the shield intact.

For nearly a month Safrona had painted and reinforced the piece, taking the Orc Shaman’s shield with her in her travels from tavern to tavern. The delicate elf had certainly made a strange sight in hauling the turtle shell up stairs with her, or down stairs, and each sleepless night alone was spent with the turtle shell as she perfected its jeweled paints. Ruby red, to signify the firey might of the spirits when called upon, and emerald green to pay homage to the peaceful ones who’d passed their knowledges on to their kin.

The Courier admittedly learned more about shaman than she expected she would in bringing the old shield back to life.

As she added the last touches of paint to the outer lining of the shell tonight, she smiled proudly upon her work, the iridescent paints rippling all around the glossed surface of the reinforced shield, colors complimenting themselves. There was no doubt that her love of gems was enforced in its restoration, though not a single gem had been socketed to the shield.
In all hopes, Lady Rytheris of Azerothian Antiquities would be as pleased as she was with her work.

The Shaman’s Shield (Rp Commission)

photo a4e95141-1c4f-4b9a-aa36-5f924c494478_zps7a3a9195.jpg

The trick was keeping the natural state of the shield intact.

For nearly a month Safrona had painted and reinforced the piece, taking the Orc Shaman’s shield with her in her travels from tavern to tavern. The delicate elf had certainly made a strange sight in hauling the turtle shell up stairs with her, or down stairs, and each sleepless night alone was spent with the turtle shell as she perfected its jeweled paints. Ruby red, to signify the firey might of the spirits when called upon, and emerald green to pay homage to the peaceful ones who’d passed their knowledges on to their kin.

The Courier admittedly learned more about shaman than she expected she would in bringing the old shield back to life.

As she added the last touches of paint to the outer lining of the shell tonight, she smiled proudly upon her work, the iridescent paints rippling all around the glossed surface of the reinforced shield, colors complimenting themselves. There was no doubt that her love of gems was enforced in its restoration, though not a single gem had been socketed to the shield.
In all hopes, Lady Rytheris of Azerothian Antiquities would be as pleased as she was with her work.
themeanbunny asked
“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”

The Courier smiles tightly at Bolivos. “Spiritually? If you had seen the way the Cathedral treated my sort when I was an apprentice, you would not have any faith in their Light either.”

She shrugged slowly, her plaited braid of red sliding off of her shoulder to hang long behind her. “Faith is more useful when placed in oneself.” She sighed quietly. “That…well. I’m working on it.”

gin-synrio asked
A wonderful person. I loves seeing the Courier's stories.

(Thank you for reading! :3)

shanarahmg asked
"You are a mystery..."

aythala asked
(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

renwyck:

[Also asked by keialaar.]

"Besides whiskey?" Renwyck asked softly, glancing down into his glass with an all too affectionate smile. His fingertips gently tapped at the side of his full glass, his mind clearly elsewhere.
 
While the others remained blissfully ignorant of the watcher’s true meaning regarding the comment, Renwyck’s words were not lost on Barkeep Hann. The boisterous Barkeep rolled his eyes dramatically before chiming in to actually answer the question. “Blood elves.”