OOC information
Character name: Isabella Cordelia Iphigenia Tompkins
Class: Mage (Frost)
Why do you want to join the Cult?:
Because I wuv you guys!
How did you come to learn about the Cult:
You don't really have a choice when you prowl the dark alleys of Azaroth on your other RP chars, do you now?
Anything else you'd like us to know?
I try not to let people know things they could possibly use against me in the (near) future.
IC application:
Elwynn forest, 5 years ago
Torches burnt as the small mob made their way along the forest road. The usual farm attributes were carried by the humans that were marching along. Pitchforks, cooking utensils and even a sword or two from those that had a great-grandad that died fighting a stray bear. In the midsts of this not so large crowd, a large and relatively heavy wooden beam rested on the shoulders of some strong and rather well-built farm lads. Their large, bulky musckles visible under their woolen vests, flexing on their own as they kept the pole in place. The most noticable thing within this mob wasn't the farmers, nor the farm attributes, nor the bulky muscles of Billy and Rob. It was, in fact, a slender female that was hanging from the large pole. She wore a scarlet robe that embraced her female curves and hung loosely around the legs. Her wrists and ankles were tied tightly to the pole, causing burn wounds on her pale skin. She'd complain if she could, but the gag on her face made this rather difficult. For some time they marched, until the mob approached a hill. A hole was dug, the pole was put into it, and the slender female hung there to face the angry townspeople. A short and stubby male that seemed to look like he found himself to be of some importance, moved between the crowd and the pole and used his fat arms to silence the crowd.
"Hear ye, Hear ye!", he cried out.
"Tonight! The time has finally come! We shall finally rid ourselves of this evil witch! She will no longer be a threat to us and our beloved children!".
The crowd cheered and roared, while they stared at the figure attached to the pole. Her bright blue eyes were narrowed in a haughty, arrogant way, as she looked down upon the peasants before her. Her mouth twisted itself into a mild smirk underneath the gag.
"We shall take this no longer! Too long has she lived! Too often has she been able to have her way! But no longer! Tonight... She shall die!!!!"
Torches went up and down into the air as the crowd cheered for the death of the woman on the stake. A piercing scream was then heard, followed by a heartwrenching wail.
"She killed my children!!! She murdered them! Die, you evil witch! Die!", a woman screamed in a rather annoying, high-pitched voice. Her nose was dripping gooey filth and tears ran down her plump cheeks, making the poor creature look like something that was melting. The sarcastic gaze from the tied up woman didn't improve things much. The weeping sulk of a woman lunged her body towards the stake and proceeded to claw out the eyes of the woman that hung there. Moments later, the torches gathered and delivered burning death to Isabella Tompkins, the woman that had lured many young children into her cottage and ate them.
Silvermoon, last Saturday
"And that, my darlings, is how we bake the finest cookies!"
The young elf-children clapped their hands happily as they awaited the freshly-baked batch of cookies. True, it was rather awkward that they were handed out by a skinny female that had a rather unhealthily coloured skin, but hey! Anything was normal these days, since the Sin'Dorei had joined the horde. Walking corpses, Green toothy abominations, and even strange cows roamed the streets of their fine city. Sure, in the beginning they all weeped and wailed because it was oh so scary, but after some time had passed, and some cookies were handed out, peace had soon restored itself.
And so the little elflings had a happy afternoon in which they nommed on cookies.
Question was though... where did young Llai'theroth go? The little elflings looked and looked and did their best to find out where their little friend had hidden himself. Unfortunately no sign of him was found.... Nor of the forsaken woman....
Thu Nov 11, 2010 2:07 am
