This post is NSFW (Not Safe For Work) due graphic imagery related to childbirth and sex. More on the level of PG-13 than R I think, but you hath been warned!
On a more friendly note, the ideas about how elven pregnancies work here is a headcanon. Most RPG universes give no indicator of how the nitty-gritty of populations, lifespans, and reproduction works among the different species, and this is something that’s been on my mind as I finish the writing for the Talmenor sourcebook and try to inject a bit of realism into it. So, some of this is an exploration of that, just as much as it is the relationship Keelath and Mirium have with their children. (For those interested, this would probably most reflect the physiology of the wuyon’mar race in Talmenor.)
To make this post more friendly for my blog, I removed one of the overt sex scenes from the writing. I might still post up that excerpt, but have to give some thoughts on how to tag it, as I don’t want to inadvertently violate one of the Google Ads policies.
Mirium settled herself carefully on the edge of the beach in Lellith’s magical hotel. Her time was drawing closer and she felt unwieldy; her back and feet ached from the extra weight. In some ways, she was glad to be spending her pregnancy here, in a remote corner of the universe. It was a change to being remarked on in public, with her obvious condition inviting questions and well wishes from most people she passed. She had never cared for a lot of attention. Continue reading “(NSFW) And Then There Were Three”
Even before the Farstrider turned towards her, his mouth a line of regret, before Tyrric gave a ragged cry and dashed forward, Mirium knew. Mirium knew, and suddenly her world would never be the same.
I had written this many months before, but the dramatic wording of it caused me to not post it until I could go back and edit the tone down a little. Months later, the tone isn’t edited down by more than a few word changes, but I’m calling it good enough to post despite my misgivings.
Though not an exhaustive look at the Sunwalkers’ doings during the Second War of the Warcraft universe, this hits the major happenings: Keelath’s death, Evelos’ departure south to join the Alliance, and Mirium’s downward spiral into losing her Light magic.
This came out of a roleplay session, in which Ondolemar, a friend’s blood elf priest character, on the Cenarion Circle server of World of Warcaft, whipped out a magic gun to shoot his enemies with, rather than rely on something more mundane like a smite of the Light or whack to the head. The image was so clear in my mind’s eye that I had to draw it. Continue reading “Ondolemar”
Talthan Dawnspell sat back in his chair, fingers steepled as he finished observing the outcome of the fight on the shimmering disc floating in front of him. He opened a ledger from his desk and flicked through until he found the relevant entry.
“Well, well, well. It seems we have a new player to consider. And one with a connection to a particular friend of ours. Perhaps it’s time to arrange a meeting… ” Continue reading “A Meeting Observed”