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Hotel Utah & Beyond!

There are only so many ways you can say thank you, so I will do my best. Thank you to everyone who came out to the show last night, and to Sunrunners, Briertone, and Please Do Not Fight for playing with us! It’s great to see good bands getting all your support. Also a big thank you to the sound guy Vince, and the rest of the staff at Hotel Utah who were very kind to us. If anyone has pictures or video of the night, please be sure to send it our way. We love to share.

More to come from Briertone, Picture Atlantic, and Please Do Not Fight later tonight at our super top secret acoustic house show with Rin Tin Tiger. See some of you there!

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Sunrunners | Jerusalem | Music Video | sunrunners.me (by sunrunnersband)

"The tragic, untimely death of my most revered older brother, Tasrelius, has me addressing you this morning with a broken heart," Zaelus said, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. "Fate has seen fit to lay my family low in the last several weeks. I know that the loss of Tasrelius, as well as the disappearance of my Father and Brothers, wounds you all as esteemed retainers of our House. Though you should all join me in mourning, do not fear for the strength of Umbralflare. We are the light in the darkness; even a lone flame will persevere." Zaelus seated himself then in the chair at the head of the table. 

The Luminaries all bowed in salute. Some were also mournful, some were simply respectful, all seemed ready to submit. That was a good thing, Zaelus thought. It was tricky to have orchestrated this coup d’etat. Perhaps it was a coup de’famille. Zaelus lowered his head, to continue looking the part, and to hide the fact that his false tears had run out. The retainers got up and departed without bothering him. 

Once they’d gone, Zaelus rose, wearing the same dispassionate expression as always. “Lynne, is Master Zahed still here?” he inquired coolly, turning to his attendant, who seemed shocked by his proficient deception. She took a moment to snap out of it. “You mean my father’s pet human? Yes, he’s quartered in your wing of the Hall. Should I send for him?” she said, the level of distaste in her voice apparent. “If an apprentice is a pet, what does that make you?” Zaelus teased, smirking lightly. “No need to summon him, just let him know my part of the plan is done. Instruct him to tell Dawncrest “Steelcry”,” he said flatly, his lack of enthusiasm ever more apparent. Lynne puffed out her cheek to pout at Zaelus’ stinging return. “Just “Steelcry”? As you say, Zaelus. I’ll be back shortly.” “Oh, you can meet me in my study, actually, I’ll be heading back,” he answered, collecting his reports and tapping them straight against the desk. 

She started out of the room, and stopped just short of the threshold. “You know, for a minute back there you had me convinced that you had a soul,” she said, ruefully. Rueful not because there was a lie, but because occasionally she wished she wasn’t in on it. Zaelus turned and smiled at her. “If I had a soul, it would fight me every step of the way. I will go to any lengths to bring about prosperity for those I serve. The commoners whom depend on us, the retinue that support us, and your Father…” he said, his voice eerily stern. Effectively silenced by his last, Lynne left to go and deliver his message.

"It is done. Master Zahed has departed," Lynne reported quietly upon entering the study. When she lifted her head she could only see Zaelus’ back silhouetted against the dim, warm light of the fireplace in the dark study. She tensed. This was something he did when he was upset, usually. But everything had gone so smoothly, he’d gotten what he wanted. "Thank you, Lynne. If you wish, you may take the rest of the evening off. You’ve been working hard," he said quietly, his low voice scarcely crossing the room. 

She drew nearer to him slowly, her plated gauntlets clasped over one another at her waist. “My Lord..?” She sounded worried. “You only address me that way when you’re mad,” he said shakily as he turned. His eyes were red. That didn’t seem fake. She was stunned into silence. “I-I’m sorry. Zaelus,” she corrected quickly. He smiled faintly, and turned back to the fire. “I am fine. Don’t get into too much trouble tonight, hm?” She had no idea how to respond to that. She studied his shoulders. His strong posture was still there, but that as a face she’d never witnessed before, in decades of service to the Umbralflares. She cautiously stepped back, then turned and left.

"Surely a villain deserves at least this much respite," Zaelus thought, pressing his left hand against his eye in an effort to relieve the headache they’d caused. "If I’m only relying on Vironas, I’ll die as the man who only did the wrong things for the right reasons.. Serving someone who only operates in secret, well.. That means no one knows there were ‘right reasons’… How could I leave that sort of legacy for my family? Tarnishing the names of my forebears, causing trouble for my successors."

He reflected on the woman he’d met in the courtyard of Aeviry’s estate. Saphrael, she’d said. A Lady of propriety, obviously, it was written everywhere in her disposition. Generous and friendly with a stranger, an intruder, moreover. Strong in the face of adversity, strong enough to survive it at the very least. She wasn’t at all unlike that Bladerunner fellow he’d met all those weeks ago. “Even if you’re not around to compliment, those who serve you demonstrate great character. You should be proud, as their lord…” he mused aloud, gazing deep into the flames. “If they’re all as honorable and virtuous as I expect, maybe I could be their villain… This suffering would be worthwhile, if it meant good people could preside once I’m..” He stopped. He wasn’t just moping and mewling now, he was being morbid. Unforgivable. What if Lynne, or anyone else, had seen him like this?

Artists UnderaWare: Turn Me On Dead, Sunrunners & Wander


Estevan Herrera | At The End Of Radio

         Everyday new bands and artists are popping up everywhere and we know it’s hard to keep up with which one deserve your time.   We’ve decided to make it easier for you.  Every week we’ll introduce you to great up & coming artists from the Bay Area. We do all the hours of listening and searching so you can just sit back and enjoy the talent that is brewing all over the Bay Area. 

 



        San Jose’s Turn Me On Dead bring an exciting mix of electro/dance and rock that is heavily influenced by 80’s music. Their debut EP, Birth is filled with melodies, hooks and pure fun.  This band not only brings it on their album, but also with their live shows. Singer Rick Alexander brings tons of energy in his live performances and you’re always in for a treat when you see them. If you don’t feel the urge to move to their music you might want to check that you have a pulse. The entire band gives you everything they got and you can’t help but reciprocate that energy with their infectious music. Check out their songs, “Happi Face” & “All Things Fade”. Also check out an interview we did we them last year and get to know them better. You can catch their next show for free at The Blank Club in San Jose on February 12th. For more info click here.

 



        San Francisco indie rock band, Sunrunners use pop driven pianos, melodic guitar lines and calming vocals to create a musical haze that makes you feel as if you’re dreaming. You know that dream that’s so great that you don’t want to wake up from it. This band has lots of promise and it will be fun to watch them grow. We expect this band to make some noise not only here in the Bay Area but everywhere. Take a listen to their self titled album, and make sure to check out the songs, “The Writer”, “Save Everybody” and “Stars and Colors”. The latter is free for download on their site. Get on the train early and enjoy the ride with these guys because it just may never stop.

 



        San Leandro’s, Wander are what most post-rock bands strive to be. This band is somehow able to translate the full range of emotions without a single word, just with their instruments. Excitement, fear, pain, anger and love just permeate out of their amps and drums. If our lives were a soundtrack, Wander would be the conductors to it. Feel alive and listen to these guys now. They have a show coming up Feb. 27th in Berkeley and the info is here. You can download their latest album, “Mourning” for free here. Make sure to take in the tracks, “Oblivion”, “Valor” and “Alpha Space”, which is available on their previous EP, “Short Story Collection”. Enjoy the emotional musical roller coaster that is Wander!

Going Home

Reshnir walks slowly through what had moments before been the Shadow Council force’s camp, a cut on his leg causing him to limp. He watched the portal out of the corner of his eye, resisting the temptation to go to it first. Check on the injured first, then the rest…The portal survived the fighting it will survive this. 

He kneels besides Jaq inspecting a long gash on his arm with a frown. “This is ganna hurt, brace yourself.” He closes his eyes, his hands cupping the injury as he whispers a chanted prayer. A mercurial glow envelops the wound, ending a short moment later. Removing his hands Resh inspects the red half healed gash left behind, “Get someone to wrap that, and get a sling….Where is your brother?”

Resh stared at Jaq’s face for a moment as the man stared at him, a blank expression on his face. Resh shakes his head, a low growl escaping. “…Burned or Buried Jaq? He was your brother, it’s your choice.” Jaq shakes his head, his eyes falling to the ground as tears begin to fall freely. “I told him I’d get him home…” 

Resh places a hand on Jaq’s shoulder, the other wiping his own eyes. “We’ll burn him on the other side then…You know we can’t risk him turning into one of those plant things. Not there….Stay here, I’ll send someone to look at your arm.”

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Reshnir stood staring at the portal for few moments before stepping through, carrying one handle on the stretcher holding Sylvanis’ body. All the fighting they’d done in Gorgrond. He was their only death. 

They’d waited for reinforcements before finally stepping through the portal to Eversong woods on the other side. There was some spattered cheering as they went through, but Resh could hardly bring himself to find cheer in their return as he helped Jaq gather fallen wood from the tree’s around for the Pyre. 

Once the Pyre was erected Reshnir stood with the other Sunrunner forces that had come through with them, a hand on Jaq’s shoulder. “Like so many before him, Silvanis gave his life defending our home. Defending his brothers and sisters. Like so many we left buried on Draenor, he will be remembered. He made it home. May the Light return him to it’s glory.” Reshnir whispers a word, his body flashing briefly with a white light before he casts the fire into the wood at the base of the body. Squeezing Jaq’s shoulder, “You kept your promise…He made it home.”

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The embers had gone out, many of the others had already left before Reshnir gathered his things and turned in the direction of the city. Taking a deep breath he started on his way, muttering a short prayer on his walk. “Light let this homecoming be a good one…”

Gentle Words

"Say something new,

        I have nothing left.

I can’t face the dark without you.”

I found the burnt piece of parchment wedged between the metal folds of my old Sunrunner colors as I unpacked what few belongings I called mine. I remember how close he was, to the edge of his sanity. I recall the distance in his eyes, even when looking at me. I felt the warmth of his touch, but he was hundreds of miles away from me. I was losing him, so I wrote these words in hopes that I could pull him back from the dangerous precipice  he dangled from.

The day I planned to leave it upon his pillow, was the day Jaq pulled me aside to tell me the news that we were leaving the snow. I waited until he left to break the walls and release the emotion I had been holding on to. This had been what we needed; what he needed. And now, as I sit here polishing the armor I clung to in those cold months, I think of Silvanus as he lay buried beneath our soil. We brought him home and here is where his memory will remain.

How am I supposed to put my life back together after what we went through? I fear that my loyalties have changed and my love is for those I fought for. What am I do to? Glancing back to the parchment, I reached out to trace the letters. With a thought, I rose and ventured to the mess that littered our table. Fingers gently scribbled a few words and I moved back to the bed.

New meaning was given to the sorrowful words as I laid the note on his pillow as I had intended weeks ago.

kaveen

Quick little whatever I don’t even know before I keel over:

Using my own age versus my mom’s age as a reference (she’s 20 years older than I am), I’d guess…hmm…

-Z’neel is 48, 47 at the youngest (and is still fully capable of kicking someone’s teeth in).

-Rei’ki is 26.

-Rei’zen is 23.

-Saikeel (aka Missing Brother who may or may not get a name switch because I hate my brain) is 17 or 18.

-The Twins, Rhastazi and Anjastaze, are 21 (not biologically related at Z’neel’s kids, though Z’neel adopted Stazi).

-Glacius is 28 (I originally had her at 32, but decided that just felt a bit too old.)

My WoW characters…hrm.

-Stasi would be in her mid-twenties if she were human, but Blood Elf ages are really weird. She’s over a century old, I think, unless Blizzard is going to yank everything around again.

-Llewythi, her cousin, would be in his thirties. See above for my vhksffbvkdshjf concerning Belf ages. (Seriously, if WoW players know Blood Elf lifespans, please tell me so I can pin it down?)

Delanori let out a heavy sigh as she heard the door close behind the priest. She walks to the chair next to the bed, her hand trailing along the covers until it found Lady Salees’. “A doctor, a druid, and now a priest…None of them know what’s wrong. I…I do not know where else to go Salees. Who else to ask for help.” Her voice quakes as she speaks the silent noblewoman, a hand finding her feverish brow she speaks a quiet word, forming a thin coat of ice over her hand as she tries to soothe her. 

"Resh would know…Light why isn’t he back yet." She laid her head on the bed beside the Lady, beginning to give into her fears before sitting bolt upright. "Oh Light I’m an idiot. Reshnir! Of Course! House Sunrunner has to have some sort of medical staff." She stands, grabbing her staff from beside the door as she makes ready to leave. "Salees if you can hear me, hang in there, we’ve one more chance." 

Dela leaves her and Salees’ small home asking for direction to the Sunrunner estate multiple times before finally paying a young man to guide her the rest of the way. 

At the entrance to the estate she gave the servants Reshnir’s name, stating that she’d be told to come to the estate should she need any aid. Giving the servants a brief description of what she needed and how badly, she was handed off to someone to guide her to a Lady Thalryn, apparently the resident healer. Her guide knocked loudly on a door before stepping back as it opened and making brief introductions. “Finally! Forgive me for glossing over etiquette Lady, but Milady Salees is in desperate need of help. I’ve had three other healers to see her and all have given me the same unacceptable news. I pray you’ll be able to help me. She has a persistent fever, in addition the other healers say she has dozens of pinpricks upon her palms and that the majority of her veins have turned green. The druid said something about her skin hardening.” She pauses to take a breath, her fear apparent in the rushed words, as she waves her hands trying to get her point across. 

"Please, Lady Thalryn…I don’t have anyone else to ask." 

(( I do hope I got Meri’s surname spelled correctly. ))

deaderafterdark asked:

Happy TMI Tuesday! What are your character(s) thoughts on dance? Do they have any preference on style (tribal, court,etc)? Are they trained in dance? Are they a good dancer?

Zyra’lith was trained in particular styles of dance(Ballroom, Lines, waltz, etc) when she was to live with Sunrunner family. Had to be a proper lady of the Court of Nobles and such. It wasn’t until that she began to be more interested in books was when she learned other styles of dancing (Tango-a personal favorite),  that wasn’t formal. Her absolute particular favorite, and minor by-her-self hobby, “Belly Dancing”. One of these days someone might open her office door and catch her practicing.

Aileana is more of a free spirit. She would just follow her own tunes and do a little dance with it. Some times, very rarely, one will catch her doing sacred dances for certain things. After all, she follows her mother’s teachings.  If you get her really drunk… she becomes an erotic dancer.

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