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.Author’s Note
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”
“Keelath, I wanted to apologise to you.” Continue reading “Mirium’s Apology”
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.Author’s Note
Evelos tossed and turned. The grief was still too raw, sharp edged, and his mind fled from it Continue reading “The Second War”
Perhaps this would seem like a small matter to you, but after the night ended, I was confronted roundly with my own arrogance… Continue reading “Brothers Apart, Part Six”
“Yes, but did you ever think about what it had meant to me?” she returned hotly.
“Isn’t that what I am doing now?” he asked.
Another quasi-comparison. What the brothers do when their spouses are upset…
Also, why is Tyrric such a jerk? Hmm, I wonder… Continue reading “Brothers Apart, Part Four”
There weren’t crickets in Orgrimmar. Or if there were, they were an overly-large, spikey kind that couldn’t sing. That seemed to describe a lot of things in Orgrimmar, Mirium thought, as she listened to the muffled howling of one of the orcs downstairs as he tidied up the Doomguard barracks. The first time she had heard him, she’d come running with a weapon in hand to beat back his torturer. With an offended frown, the orc grunted he was only singing a traditional sweeping chanty and that that the cat seemed to like it. Mirium had slunk back to her room amid more bellows of sweeping off enemy heads and sweeping enemy legs out from under them and even sweeping through a land in conquest, feeling mortified and quite confused.
I preface this by saying, to those of you who may have been paying attention to earlier posts about Mirium and Keelath Continue reading “Brothers Apart, Part Three”