#attzi-gearburst

[attzi-gearburst]

Day 4: Children (Iranji)

Word Count: 450 Summary: Sometimes a family is a human woman, her half-elven child, and the troll who adopted them both. Warnings: It’s fluff!

@daily-writing-challenge

Iranji’s feet hit the deck of the Glittering Prize as Silas pulled him through the portal, taking him from the Contingent’s office in Booty Bay to somewhere in the middle of the ocean in a matter of seconds. The second he felt the wooden planks beneath his toes, he breathed a sigh of relief and rolled his shoulders, letting tension he didn’t even realize he was feeling drain from his muscles. “Thanks,” he told the Forsaken warlock, who nodded back.

He didn’t bother getting out of his armor before heading down into the kitchen, where he knew Tabitha would be. Stooping to get through the door, he looked down to make sure he didn’t step on any toys. Thankfully, they were scattered closer to the middle of the room.

“Hey,” he said softly, trying not to startle her.

Tabitha turned from where she was prepping to make dinner and smiled, pushing her wavy hair behind her ears. At the same time, he heard a shriek from near his feet, and looked down to find Ira scampering furiously his way.

“Daddy!” The little half-elf stopped in front of him and held up his arms, his expression one of absolute glee. Other than his gently pointed ears and faintly glowing eyes, he could have been a clone of his mother.

“Welcome back,” Tabitha said.

Iranji bent over and pulled Ira up into his arms, giving him a hug before settling the boy onto his shoulders. He immediately grabbed one of Iranji’s tusks for stability, and his mother winced.

“Sorry, I’ve been trying to tell him not to do that. We even had a talk about it this morning. Ira, stop.”

“But he has handles!”

Tabitha nearly choked.

“It’s fine,” Iranji chuckled, leaning carefully against the wall. “Can’t say no.” When he’d decided he didn’t mind being called daddy when Ira was learning to talk, he’d known it was all over.

“I’ve noticed,” his mother said dryly. She turned back to the counter and resumed chopping.

“Did you bring me a present?” said a small voice in his ear.

“Maybe,” Iranji said, turning his head to the left and winking at his passenger with his odd eye.

“Did you bring me a present?” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“Maybe,” Iranji repeated. “Need any help?”

“No. Well, actually, if you could play with Ira for a little while, I’d be able to get dinner done faster.”

“Razz’ll like that.” Iranji straightened up. “C’mon, kid.”

“Giddyup!” the boy replied, grabbing his other tusk and turning Iranji’s head towards the door.

It probably said a lot about the general dynamic of the crew of the Glittering Prize that their first mate making horse noises and “galloping” across the deck toward the private quarters didn’t turn a single head.

#Iranji #attzi-gearburst #novemberdwc2022 #novemberday42022

[fishadee]

Commission for @attzi-gearburst ! [Feb 23]

#fishart #fishcraft #world of warcraft #goblin #commission #attzi gearburst

[advancedscoutkappi]

DWC Feb, Day3: Consequences

Summary: Kappi's newest "gift" has him thinking about past choices and has lunch with @attzi-gearburst

Warnings: None

@daily-writing-challenge 

“Ya knew then consequences of returnin’ to him, Kappi. Ya knew it yet here you are.”

Those words echoed in Kappi’s mind almost daily. A constant reminder of his moment of weakness after witnessing his boss make the sacrifice play. 

Another constant reminder with the frequent packages that arrived at the FBC offices in Booty Bay. Addressed to him, each one a matte black box with a red ‘T.F’ logo on the side. Something he knew all too well and something he regretted each and every time that box arrived. These were his consequences. The constant barrage of new jobs that he could not turn down or risk putting the one person he loved in danger. 

Each box had the details in it for the next job. Though Kappi had learned early on that Draven was not sharing the whole truth each time. As if some kind of sadistic test to make sure that Kappi truly was back and that his skills were still as sharp as ever. The first, telling him the target had gone to Vol’dun when they had, in fact, fled to Kul Tiras. Another gave him the wrong target, informing him it was an entirely different race. Another, incorrect description. Each and every one, more frustrating than the last. Though, once he knew that there was misinformation somewhere, he started picking up on the tricks and he was able to discern which piece of info was false. He just wished the packages would stop arriving, but that was in the works. 

Kappi stared at the most recent arrival that sat on his desk. A package about the size and shape of a hat box, wrapped in the same black paper as always and a bright red bow tied around it. The moment Kappi had seen it he had pushed it across his desk but it was not something he could push away for long. He would have to look at it’s contents, look at what the Farmer had in store for him next. At least Attzi had convinced him to bring her with him on all of these jobs. It had helped far more than Kappi ever knew it would and was amazing to have someone with him that he trusted with his life. He sighed heavily and sat up in his chair, finally reaching for the cursed package. The time had come that he finally had to look at it, he could not put it off any longer. He slips a dagger from his belt and flips it over, slicing along the seam of the box before putting it away. He had gotten over the caution long ago that any of these would be booby-traped. Even if all this was Draven simply screwing with him, these jobs still needed done and they always got them done quickly.

Inside was the normal contents. A small cake with the same color scheme of the box, a dossier with information about the job and a smaller box that usually had another small part that would help him make the picture whole. He flipped the folder open and started scanning the papers. The target was a mage this time. He sighed heavily and rubbed at his temples, mages were not an easy catch. Though this one seemed like he could be. His name was Bozabeck and it seemed he was very proud of his skills. Could get him to start showing off, could doubt his abilities to get him riled up and willing to be by himself. There was also that off chance Attzi knew him. He flipped another page and continued reading looking for where this ‘Beck’ had last been seen and where they could start sending people to search. As he was reading down another page of the information, looking for that tiny clue to tell him just what part of the information was false, there was a knock on his office door. He stopped reading and glanced up to find Attzi standing in the doorway with lunch in her hands. He smiled and flipped the dossier closed, pushing it to the side, but as she saw it a heavy frown set in.

“Monthly package arrived.” She said flatly as she approached the desk, setting several containers on it.

He nods and sighs. “That it has. Could use your help, love. Looks like a mage this time, maybe you know them.” He motioned towards the dossier for her to see, but she did not grab it right away. Instead she pushed it aside and offered him one of the containers with a smile. “Could be! Right now though, ya gonna sit right there and enjoy ya lunch with me.” She says very matter-of-factly, pulling up a chair, sitting next to him and smiling.

Kappi chuckles and nods, knowing this was not an argument he was going to win. He pops the top on his lunch and is handed a fork by Attzi. They dig in and for those few minutes Kappi almost forgets about the dossier sitting on his desk. But the problem with consequences is they can not be avoided for long…

#februaryday32023 #februarydwc2023 #https://www.tumblr.com/blog/advancedscoutkappi #vulpera #ic post #kappi #my ocs #oc posting #oc rp #wow #wow rp #attzi gearburst

[frostbitecontingent]

An Estate Cleared

Another Session cleared for the personnel of the Frostbite Contingent and Bloodcrest Family; catching up on two events separated by large server events and time. The Bloodcrest Family, lead by Ammaelin Bloodcrest seeking to redeem their name politically and ethically due to the evil doings of his now disowned brother, Dinthoqaf the Defiler, has been attacked by the Sanctum of the Forbidden due to its associations with the Frostbite Contingent. In an effort to destabilize the House further and to make sure support was pulled, a plethora of SotF Cultists lead by Lattimer the Devourer assaulted the compound and nearly wiped the House off the slate if it had not been for the timely arrival of the Contingent.  Initially leading the charge, Attzi ( @attzi-gearburst ), Kappi, ( @advancedscoutkappi ), Zokkine ( @piximae​ ), and Naturasu, came to the rescue of the estate and inhabitants as Ammaelin found himself going Head to Head against Lattimer. With quick work and precision, most of the estate was cleared but during the FBC’s confrontation and reinforcement of Ammaelin the cultists managed to secure one of the support structures that houses a particular treasure for the family, a font of power believed capable of healing miracles. Lattimer was defeated and forced to retreat, going to the captured structure where Elementium was magically summoned to taint the building and reinforce it, causing the FBC and Bloodcrests to call it here as they sought out solutions to the problem at hand. Time given way, the FBC and Ammaelin settled on the use of explosives to open the tower. With the decision made, a second gathering occurs with Ammaelin, Attzi, Zokkine, Kappi, Naturasu, Makosubi, and Dave ( @x-amanita-virosa-x ) where the building was blown open just to discover that the cultists within had already been killed and the Font within was being tainted by a Totem placed by them before their death. The team, in an effort to cleanse the place, enters only to discover Lattimer lying in wait amongst the dead, ambushing them! After a lengthy and dangerous melee with the The Devourer, he was defeated and the totem destroyed. Ammaelin now sets to discover the purpose of the act and everything the totem was doing while trying to make sure the Font is cleansed and can provide its healing waters for any pilgrims who come seeking it. The FBC now awaits anxiously to see if this news brings them any closer in rescuing their boss. [ Image taken of the team hiding behind Ammaelin Bloodcrest just before the explosives go off to get them into the Font’s Sanctuary! ]

#Ammaelin #Dinthoqaf #Frostbite Contingent #Combat #Light #RP #dicemaster #DM20 Custom System

[indraste-darktalon]

Where Are We?

(@daily-writing-challenge) Time to play catch-up with the girls, and share some vague ideas about a new char.

Indy (Indraste Darktalon)

@blixvoronin has moved in with her in their apartment in Pandaria. There are a lot more knives around than previously. Be careful when you open the cabinet in the workroom!

Thanks to @ranekvilmas Asha the Sprite Darter has a new little brother, named Tilly. Asha is not happy. (For a short story about this, click here.)

Her brother Andennaris is once more MIA, so she's drinking like a fish despite herself. If it weren't for Blix, it would be a lot worse.

She's considering starting seriously looking for her parents, but she's terrified that they're dead. Her internal debate right now is whether or not ignorance really is bliss.

She's also considering starting selling some of her enchanted tailoring items, even though she doesn't need the money.

Reth (Rethea Emberfall)

Newly single, currently doubting both her leadership skills and her worth as a person because of Andennaris's disappearance. Pretty sure she's never going to try to open up to anyone romantically ever again.

Considering giving up on being a blade-for-hire, but not sure what else she can do to make a living.

Looking for a place to settle down so she can stop living out of an inn in Boralus.

Buying SO MUCH LINGERIE for retail therapy.

Still hiding from her murderous twin sister!

This is all fine. It's fine.

And then, I am working on a backstory for a Goblin named Attzi Gearburst, who might show up in some stories in the next DWC. Since she's so new, doing prompts is a great way to flesh out her character. Here's what I know now:

Born in Everlook (she's from Steamwheedle Cartel)

Lives in Booty Bay (probably)

Decided to learn frost magic after the family lab caught fire and burned, taking all their projects (and her cousin) with it.

Has a history of being a trade facilitator/salesperson, and is looking for a new group to keep doing that for.

#DWC2022 #indraste darktalon #rethea emberfall #attzi gearburst

[attzi-gearburst]

Day 5: Lush/Damage (Attzi)

Word Count: 700 Summary: Attzi is trying to clear her head, something which is harder to do these days. Warnings: slight blood

@daily-writing-challenge

Attzi was in the jungle outside of Booty Bay, working on an old, familiar ore seam in the hopes of finding some gems for her father. That, and she could always use more copper to make wires for The Machine.

…Did she just think that in capitals? That was proof that it was taking on a life of its own. That was part of the reason she was out here; and every time she worked on it she went mining afterward, because it helped her think.

She’d been doing a lot of mining over the past couple of years, because of all the thinking she’d felt was necessary. She swung her pickaxe with a grunt, slamming it down on the bare rock before her, and then took a deep breath, wiping sweat off her forehead. Maybe too much mining. Her shirts were getting tight in the sleeves, and she’d seen her back in the bathroom mirrors the other day and it had made her double-take.

But this was the only productive way she had to work out her fear and frustration.

She adjusted her grip on the pickaxe again. Breathe. Swing. Crack! Breathe. Swing. Crack! As she fell back into the rhythm of the work, her mind quieted just enough to think clearly.

The Machine was almost done. It crouched like a living thing in her workroom, drawing her thoughts to it more and more often. Attzi had spent the past three years testing each of the components individually, sometimes with Kappi, sometimes with Burnie, sometimes on her own. The energy sink, which her cousin Fyx’s prototype had sadly lacked, was working perfectly. She was hoping that would prevent the thing from exploding like it had for him, and like it had for Burnie. The wiring was flawless, and made from copper enchanted to draw magic and power through it more effectively, which would hopefully prevent any of the components from being overloaded and failing. The case was dark iron, as a last ditch effort to keep the explosion contained if it turned out she’d miscalculated somewhere.

Attzi liked machinery, and wires, and gears. She trusted her watch, which she always had on her. She trusted the robot that made sure her front door was locked. She did not trust The Machine, and was very worried about what was going to happen when she finally hit the button.

Breathe. Swing. Crack– “Fuck!” she hissed, dropping the pickaxe and raising a hand to her cheek. Her fingers came back dotted in blood. A stray shard of rock had ricocheted and hit her in the face while she wasn’t paying attention to where she was swinging.

She dipped her clean hand into her pocket as she sucked the blood from the fingers of her other, pulling out her watch and clicking the button, focusing in on her cheek. Within seconds, the wound had closed. She knelt for her pack, seeking the clean cloth she was sure she’d brought with her.

The timing of that stray bit of rock felt too much like an omen for Attzi’s comfort. She looked back over her shoulder as she wiped her cheek clean, through the jungle to where Booty Bay was. She’d been trying for the past several years to convince herself that finishing The Machine wasn’t worth the risk to the city, or the surrounding area. Nothing had worked. It was very possible that she was going to widen the bay and leave a new crater in Stranglethorn Vale if this went wrong.

These days, nightmares about that sort of scenario were frequent.

She needed to know what happened to her cousin. She needed to know why he’d built the thing in the first place. And she felt terrible that finding out was worth the risk to herself, and Kappi, and Burnie, her home, and possibly an entire city of innocent bystanders.

You just have to trust yourself. You’ve gone slow. You’ve checked all the components.

Attzi tossed the bloody cloth on top of her pack and picked up her pickaxe, gripping it firmly as she returned to the seam.

Breathe. Swing. Crack. She kept going until she was out of breath, until her muscles ached, until her mind finally went blissfully, blessedly silent.

#attzi-gearburst #novemberdwc2022 #novemberday52022 #not schematics #Attzi Gearburst #long post

[fishadee]

Commission for @attzi-gearburst :D [Dec 22]

#Fishart #fishcraft #world of warcraft #attzi gearburst #goblin #vulpera #commission

[advancedscoutkappi]

DWC Feb, Day5: Ambition/Relentless

Word Count: 921

Summary: Kappi has taken on a very ambitious project in hopes of giving @attzi-gearburst a special Winter's Veil Gift.

Warnings: None!

@daily-writing-challenge 

His body was tense, hunched over the workbench as he focused in. When he had the cabin built he made sure to include multiple areas for him or Attzi to work just for occasions like this one. Reaching up he flips lenses in his goggles, slipping the magnifying one into place, and focuses in again on the task at hand. In front of him lay an array of parts, some broken, most not and once he actually gets them all together it will be a functioning watch. Or so he hoped. Attzi had been teaching him all about clocks and watches, building them and repairing them. He had taken to it well enough, but just as with any new skill it had not been without its stumbles. But honestly, he had an amazing teacher with Attzi, she was extremely patient with him and he truly enjoyed learning from her. It made it that much more enjoyable. In fact, that is exactly why he came up with the idea with this ambitious project in the first place.

He took a deep breath and shook out his hands, then grabbed the mainspring winder and the mainspring, looking it over carefully to make sure it had no flaws. Satisfied it looked strong he started to slowly wind it. This, for whatever reason, was the part he always had issue with. Whether he wound it too fast, not fast enough, the spring was bad, or any number of other reasons that he failed to get the spring just right. Sadly this time was no different. As he was winding the spring got bound and snapped. He frowned and set the winder down. 

“So many times..just can not seem to get that quite right the first time.” He shakes his head and leans out seeing the broken piece on the floor. He shakes his head again then pulls the other piece from the winder and loads up another spring. He had planned for this and gotten quite a few extras. He smirked and even chuckled as he started again, this time taking even more care than the last. His extra care pays off, as this time it winds perfectly. He snaps it into the barrel and begins carefully closing it up and as he gets the barrel closed he actually jumps a bit on his stool, his tail wagging happily. He had been trying to complete this entire project for sometime, and had wanted to give it to her for even longer. 

The train of wheels came next and that was tricky for a completely different reason than the mainspring. Having to balance all the wheels simultaneously before installing the bridges, it was like the circus performer balancing all the spinning plates. He gets the center wheel placed then the bridge just to hold things together. The escape wheel comes next then comes the balancing act. Keeping the escape and other two wheels he was about to place in their pivots. It took him a few tries, having to attempt to place the bridge then remove everything to start again, trying the bridge again then starting again. He had to take a moment to take a few breaths and then, finally, everything fell into place. As soon as they do his tail begins wagging just as it had earlier. He knew it would only be a matter of time, as long as he kept at it.

He continued working, constructing, greasing, dropping parts into their perfect little places. Which would have been amazing had it happened. In actuality, he broke several parts, lost a few others and had to wipe away much more grease than he should have ever used.Eventually though, after many long hours of relentless work on his part, he drops the balance in and watches the watch come to life. Seeing that, made it all worth it. His tail wagging so hard it would have knocked over anyone in its path. In fact he had to take several moments to calm down because he was shaking. He had watched her construct many watches, helped build several with her right there. But seeing this come to life knowing it was all him..it was such a different feeling all together. He got everything locked down and set aside, after watching it tick away for several minutes of course, and pulled the case over to look at.

The case of the watch was made up of blackrock ore, its natural black color giving that away even at a glance. The back was smooth and had a small message engraved on it. The front was mostly smooth, save for the heart shaped stone in the middle. Around that the numbers one through twelve numerals were carved, but the stone was the eye catcher. Set in the gap in the front was a heart made from bixbite, her favorite stone. The way that neon magenta stone caught the light was simply stunning. He was almost as proud of the design of the watch as he was completing it, almost. He sets the watch in place, its face a white face that actually showed the inner working in its center. The numbers were a brilliant shade of blue as well as the hands and when it all came together he stared in awe. She had saved his life, and he would never truly be able to repay that, but he hoped this would end up being just one of those stones that he would use to build up as close as he possibly could.

#februarydwc2023 #februaryday52023 #https://www.tumblr.com/advancedscoutkappi #vulpera #kappi #ic post #my ocs #oc posting #oc rp #wow rp #wow #pocket watch #handcrafted #winter's veil

[frostbitecontingent]

Properly Recruiting and what our future looks like to boot!

Contacts: Megahes Frostbite ( @frostahesmegabite ) [GM], Naturasu (Off.), Kappi ( @advancedscoutkappi ) [Off.], Zimble (Off.), or Attzi ( @attzi-gearburst​ ) [Off.]

Faction: Horde (Neutral when possible) [ WoW - Wyrmrest Accord ]

Content Focus: Roleplay

Usual Activity: We're currently setting into a two-stage event pattern where one week we try to have primarily social events (Such as Server Events/Markets, Social Gatherings In-game, a guild movie night [complete with a movie list that's constantly being added to!] or old school dungeon/raid runs for achieves or transmogs.) or Combat-related scenarios and events the following week, allowing for a set pattern for people to know or to try to expect what sort of events will work best for their desires. 

Most of these events fall within the ranges of Sunday through Thursday.

Details: The Frostbite Contingent is a detail oriented RP guild that focuses on Engineers, Crafters, Security Professionals & Public Relations personnel who are trying to be some of the best Weapon Creators and Dealers seen in Azeroth. While most of their work is intended to circle around these professions, it never fails that something happens to hamper their efforts and to force them to take action to defend themselves or to take action to acquire needed goods in-between their various market attendances to make profit. (We even have two catalogs for members to add their hard created products to should they wish to have them sold at Server Market events!)

We'll also be launching a DM20 (Dicemaster Oriented D20 System) Campaign that will feature a full fledged Risk-Like (Similar to the board game!) adventure against a nefarious cult that keeps trying to corrupt and destroy our members. Some of these events will play host to a variety of horror based themes while members try to keep their wits and lives intact.

If you'd like more information (Whether to join or just set up some sort of IC business arrangement), please make sure send a DM to one of our contacts listed above and we'll get back to you asap with everything you may need!

#Frostbite Contingent #We're Recruiting #RP Guild #Dicemaster #D20 System #Wyrmrest Accord #WorldofWarcraft

[indraste-darktalon]

RP Navigation Housekeeping/Blogroll

About Indy:

Character information for Indy can be found on the sidebar, but here's a link to it for mobile users.

Want some RP hooks for meeting with Indy in-game, on Tumblr, or in Discord? Here you go.

If you're looking for the description of Indy and Blix's apartment, the link can be found here.

I decided to bite the bullet and give my other RP characters their own blogs for the sake of organization and asks (and color-coordination, tbh). So!

Want to follow Rethea Emberfall? She's here now (and all of her content should be reblogged over there).

Want to follow my first ever Horde RP character, Attzi Gearburst? She's here.

Also, I do Daily Writing Challenges. If you're looking for those for Indy, here are the links:

DWC 1: October

#ooc #blog maintenance #rethea emberfall #attzi gearburst