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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!

-N

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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…”

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!

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

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. ))

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?)

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.

deaderafterdark

Reshnir moved quickly through the city. Heading to the home Delanori and Salees shared, he would leave the reporting in to the Sunrunner estate to others. He pauses at the door, his feet crunching on ice that had formed just outside the entrance. Frowning he pushed open the door, sticking his head in to glance around, and shivering at the chill that came from within. “Dela, Salees! What are you two doing in here?!”

He closed the door behind him, noting the chamber to his right was completely sealed off with ice. Moving through the house toward sounds emanating from the kitchen, he pulls his dagger as he approaches the door, pushing it open quickly and moving in. Dela raises a finger at him as she stands across the table from him, her concentration clearly on what she was still doing. Her fingers tracing raised letters in one of her spellbooks, the table covered with jars of powders, labeled with more of the raised lettering. 

Resh shakes his head, his frown quickly replaced by a wide grin as he watches Dela work for a few moments. Dusting her hands free of the remaining components she looks in Resh’s direction, a small smile on her lips. “You are late brother.” She stands and moves around the table, her arms wrapping around him as she pulls him into a hug.

Reshnir returns her hug with a chuckle, “Better late than never dear Dela. Many of those I went with won’t be going home at all.” He shakes his head quickly to rid himself of their faces. “Where is Salees? Has she gone out shopping and left you alone to blow the house up? At least she was smart enough to seal up her room to try and save it before she left.” 

Dela pulled Resh closer, laying her head on his chest to hide her face. She takes a deep breath before answering, “Salees is dead Resh…She died a few days ago in her room. Some…A ‘botani’ came through one of the experimental portals they were opening. It infected her…She passed a few days ago.” 

Resh’s arms drop from their embrace, he pushes Dela back by the shoulders holding her at arms length. His smile gone, his tone angry. “You…That…No.”  He lets go of her shoulders, “Stay here. I’ll be back in a moment.” 

He moved out of the kitchen, through the small living area and to the room by the entrance. Pausing to place a hand flat against the ice, his breathing quickens, a flash of white and fel green fire erupts from his palm, leaving a puddle in the doorway. He hesitated, eyeing the small room. Taking a deep breath he walked slowly inside, arms at both sides, his palms facing behind him, fingers splayed as he entered, re-icing the entrance behind him. He moved to the chair by the bed, sitting slowly in it and placing his hands on the covers, his demeanor calm. He bows his head, beginning to pray.

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 Dela sat at the kitchen table with a small sigh, she cringed as she heard and felt the holy and fel energy Reshnir used to shatter her barrier, frowning as she felt him reform it. That was knew, he’d never consciously used anything even remotely related to Ice.

She sat there for a few hours before getting up and clearing the table of her supplies, collecting various vegetables from the pantry and setting about cooking them. Jumping several times throughout the process as Resh continued to unleash various barrages of spells behind the curtain of ice. Managing to only cut herself once in the process.  Eating quietly as she continued to listen to his bursts for several more hours. Listening to an hour of silence she reheats a portion of the food, taking it to the door. Removing the block with a whispered word she shakes her head as smoke begins to roll out. “Speak up, if you haven’t killed yourself brother…”

Reshnir glances up from where he sat, in the ashes of what had once been Lady Salees’ bed, his eyes rimmed in red, he speaks quietly, as one exhausted. “I told you…to stay there. I’ll be back in a moment.” He waves a hand dismissively. 

Dela shakes her head as she moves toward the voice. “That was hours and hours ago big brother.” She sits down in the ashes next to him, handing him the plate of food, which he woodenly takes. “It’s time to come out. You’ve exhausted yourself…and you used that crystal you’d imbued with Fel essence as well. Much more…and you will kill yourself.”

Reshnir picked at the food on the plate, eating a few pieces as he sat there, “The whole reason I came home was for you and Salees. Now half that reason is gone. She’s the one who helped us Dela, when our parents died…when I hurt you. When I was so…Lost.” He turns to stare at her, his eyes filled again with tears. “And I left you here alone with her too. How…I am sorry I wasn’t here when you needed me. It seems that once more I’ve managed to let you horribly down.” 

Dela frowns as she listens, running her hands through his hair and removing chunks of charred furniture and ceiling as she found them. “You did your duty…Now that you’re back, you will continue to do it. You are not to blame for even a third of the things you take onto yourself.” She stands holding out her hand to help him up. “Now come. You need to go get cleaned up. Then I’ve an envelope for you.”

Reshnir takes her hand, leaning heavily on her as his knees try to give out from under him. He hadn’t realized just how weak his spellcasting had left him.

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A short time later Reshnir sat at the kitchen table with Dela, wearing an outfit other than armor for the first time in months. He ate what was left of Dela’s dinner while he stared at the seal on the envelope. An eight pointed star, four points contained within a circle while the other four extended beyond. The sigil of House Phepenos, of Lady Salees. He finished his meal, pushing his plate aside. He glances at his sister who sat tossing a ball of ice from hand to hand while she waited on him. They’d spoken briefly about the envelope, and the gentleman from the registry who had brought it, and about the mark that had showed up on Reshnir’s shoulder. 

"Alright then…here we go." He held the seal up to the mark on his shoulder, a small smile forming when he saw the sigil glow before the wax fell away. He read aloud, for Dela’s sake.

 To Whom it may concern;

This is the Last Will and Testament of Lady Salees Phepenos.

I dearly hope it’s one of you Nah’mah’harin brats reading this and not the registry itself. For the purposes of the will, I would like to state that all my titles, and holdings will go to the person bearing my House mark. Should there be no such person it will pass into the holdings of the city and ruling government of Silvermoon.

Now on to the more important things. As I am sure that you will both outlive me I will address you both here. Delanori, You darling sell yourself short daily on your magical studies. Do not let them become neglected. Remember that being unable to see with your eyes, can give you vast insight into things others miss. Also, remember that I love you, as my own daughter.

Reshnir, my dear twiceborn child. Stop reading this aloud you idiot.

Reshnir clears his throat, returning to his reading in silence.

I know how you feel about us nobles child. I also hope that by now you have realized that you cannot hope to change a group that you are not a part of. In order for you to enact any of the change you hope to see in the noble caste, you must be a part of it, and start it. So I hope you can understand that I do not pass you my house, nor the title of Lord Phepenos so that you can ‘restore the glory of my house’. It is so that you can do yourself, what you’ve to this point been looking for some other noble to do for you. I leave you only with this warning. Anything can create waves, they can be big, they can be small. The source of the wave, well it sinks dear. Be careful.

Reshnir folds the letter and will back up returning it to it’s envelope. He stares at it for a few moments before giving a loud snort. “Lord of a broken House.” He smiles and looks to Dela. “Do you think she -meant- to have her House be as broken as the person running it?” 

Dela gives a small chuckle, “You mean -your- House brother? It isn’t hers any longer…Least you already like the House colors…” 

Resh shakes his head. “I need sleep…so do you. And it’s -our- house.” He makes an elegant bow, “Lady Delanori.” 

She chuckles and shakes her head, standing to give him a brief curtsy. “Lord Reshnir.” 

Reshnir cringes visibly, “Let’s go to bed…”