Writing and Timelines...

[bluesteelranger]

Creator...

So you finally have chapter titles. Are you going to sit down and write soon? I understand this human thing....what is it, a job? Work. Yes, that. I too wish a job too but since Rhy'Din....will I find one? I should like to either travel again or go to sea.

--Renne

Comments

[bluesteelranger]

Ah. I am....not one to kill if I can help it but I can definitely understand your logic there.

::makes a face:: Eeee.... Then again, one might prefer here than...Well. Perhaps...::thoughtful look:: Perhaps you might try Arcanarum? It is a bit....nuts. But it is somewhere.

[deathwarder]

[ Deathwing simply sneers. ]

How disappointing. Since I exist solely to kill. Is this "Arcanarum" ripe for plundering?

[bluesteelranger]

::bites his lip:: Er....that...eh...Powers, or what the rulers consider 'powers' are, ah....taken away. I have not been able to so much as perform Illusories yet.

[deathwarder]

Illusories.

[ Another imaginary lift of Deathwing's brow. You're a strange thing, and also rather squishy, but he's not in a murderous sort of mood. For now. ]

I would not relish the idea of being without my strength. It was taken from me once.

[ Leering. ]

Never again.

[bluesteelranger]

I quite agree... but....apparently you can get it back? My Creator has mentioned this before, being able to re-acquire such things.

Yes, Illusories. In short...if or when I get this back, mind...I am able to bring memories to life.

[deathwarder]

[ Now, that's interesting. Have Mr. Big, Bad, and Metal up in your personal space, Renne. ]

Any memory?

[bluesteelranger]

::Chirp. Hey, as long as he's not going to become lunch! He's only six pounds and not all meat.::

Y-yes, why?

[deathwarder]

[ What manner of creature are you even supposed to be? Nothing like he's seen on Azeroth, certainly. Deathwing seems perplexed, but doesn't comment. ]

Call it nostalgia.

[ And a desire to escape the never-ending nightmare that is his reality. ]

[bluesteelranger]

Can you do it too?

::Curious, yes::

[deathwarder]

I can do a great many things.

[bluesteelranger]

Fascinating. May I ask what? ...just please do not eat me?

[deathwarder]

Like tearing worlds asunder.

[ Subtlety: not Deathwing's strong suit. ]

[bluesteelranger]

I....cannot do this, though my fighting ways are....odd.

[deathwarder]

[ Fighting... while you're barely big enough to use as a toothpick. Right. ]

I would not expect you to. It is an ability reserved for precious few.

[bluesteelranger]

I can fight, simply...I have little wish to.

[deathwarder]

Indeed. Why fight, when you can simply slaughter?

[bluesteelranger]

Ah, eh....I....tend to try to avoid that myself. ::nervous chirp::

[deathwarder]

[ You poor, poor thing. ]

Nothing wrong with an early morning massacre following breakfast, is there?

[bluesteelranger]

::Nervous face!::

Ah, no, I...suppose not? me, personally, I just go after the ones who'd commit betrayal or the like....Just me though, heh. Are you, ah...Oh, how did they say it in Rhy'Din? Aligned?

[deathwarder]

[ Head tilt. ]

"Aligned"?

Ack, pardon the slow!

[bluesteelranger]

Aligned....Ehh....Are you good, evil, neutral? I have been asked that in Rhy'Din a few times.