PARADISA

thirteenth ;

2012-07-31T02:46:17Z

Posted by: queensconsort

( [Galadriel] )

( [A letter addressed to Rhonin.] )

[written]

A question, if you will: how many of you have devoted your lives to education or academics? The subject matters little, whether it is medicine or magic or literature. The distinction between teacher and student does not concern me, but you may state it if you wish. I have found that people with a particular thirst for learning enjoy the company of others, but are often too remote to communicate without prompting.

I will volunteer first. I have studied magic of all kinds on Azeroth, either to control it or to subvert it. I have mentored in the past, but I am not the finest teacher nor the wisest.

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twelfth ;

2012-07-10T04:10:33Z

Posted by: queensconsort

( [Galadriel] )

[Krasus is in the garden despite the sunlight. It's California-hot and he didn't even take off his cloak. Good luck trying to get him to dress down for /anything/.

Someone trampled the snapdragons recently and they need some love. Krasus is happy enough to oblige. He conjures a miniature cloud, complete with tiny misty rain, and waves it across the flowerbed.]

[ooc: durp durp open post.]

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eleventh ;

2012-06-18T02:01:45Z

Posted by: queensconsort

[There's someone haunting the library today. It's a figure familiar to some and terrifying to others: lanky, robed from head to toe in dark crimson, with two long ears and silvery hair leaking out of the hood. Krasus drifts from aisle to aisle until he finds what he's searching for. One may spot him, then, either reading at a table or perusing the black magic section. Notably, he is missing the last two fingers of his left hand, though it doesn't bother him at all.

Judge his reading choices if you want. He gives absolutely zero fucks since he's not planning to use it.]

[ooc: OPEN OPEN OPEN.]

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tenth ;

2012-05-11T07:04:11Z

Posted by: queensconsort

( [Returning residents who kept their memories] )

[Krasus tucks his journal inside his robe. Alexstrasza's tree has grown and bloomed since his last visit, its massive branches providing shelter and shade to all who require it. The tree is the most important link to his lifemate and his queen. Needless to say, he spends a lot of time here.

There is something different about this visit, however. Krasus is uncloaked, wearing the purple robes of the Kirin Tor instead. His skin is pale and his eyes are black-- something not typically seen on elves from his world, though the long thin ears are typical. His hair is a silver color, streaked with crimson and coal, and it falls free to his waist. Most notable are the three vicious scars on one side of his face. He is ageless and strangely handsome in spite of his battle scars, probably because elves-- or dragons in disguise-- don't wrinkle.

He presses one hand to the tree's trunk. His gaze is one of intense concentration, and beneath that, unabashed longing. The clearing suddenly lights up in a display of late spring blossoms. Roses of an ethereal red wrap around the tree-trunk-- perfect, thornless, and beautiful. He sighs and sits back down as if he didn't just make allergies hell for everyone.]

[ooc: open to all!]

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ninth ;

2012-04-25T04:20:30Z

Posted by: queensconsort

[This entry is dictated in what is a passingly familiar, deep voice with a warm grumble crackling at the very edge-- like a low fire.]

After several weeks of work, I have acclimated myself to Paradisa's walls once more. This tower view with its spires and distant countryside reminds me of the great mage nation of Dalaran, yet there are fewer politics here and just as many books.

Complacency is occasionally very tempting.

( [Dragonsworn] )

( [Jade and Krasus' Deathwing Raid from 2011] )

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eighth ;

2012-04-03T07:20:19Z

Posted by: queensconsort

[It looks like someone's a little lost in the forests around... somewhere. At first glance, the six-foot-something man could pass for a short Charizard, but it's really cosplay. He's wearing a cartoonish hat; his long, red-streaked silver hair leaks from beneath it. Limp homemade wings fasten to his back via small shoulder straps. Beneath his ridiculous costume, he's wearing some kind of crimson tunic.

His only companion-- perhaps the only one who can understand him-- is a Charmander babbling about how crazy this guy is in Pokéspeak.]

Char! Charmander!

[Poké Maniac Krasus is not very stealthy, but that doesn't keep him from jumping out of the bushes and confronting would-be trainers and travelers. If one isn't spooked by his sudden appearance, they just might die laughing.]

[ooc: CRAZY OLD GUY THINKS HE'S A CHARIZARD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION ~~AND PERHAPS A SPARE PAIR OF PANTS~~]

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