New Roleplay Event scheduled for Wednesday, February 21st at 7:00 p.m. server time!

Lady Blackmourn has requested an audience with the House. Please rendezvous at the Blackmourn Manor in Falconwing Square to find out more. RSVP on the Guilded page or the Guild Calendar in-game!

(Please pay attention for updates as times and dates are always subject to change!)

New Roleplay Event scheduled for Wednesday, February 14th at 8:00 p.m. server time! 

Help Ienzo and Selyni solve the disappearance of a high-profile political mogul of Silvermoon! RSVP on the Guilded page or the Guild Calendar in-game!

 (Please pay attention for updates as times and dates are always subject to change!)

What: A small get-together for new members of House Blackmourn to acquainted with one another.

Where: Blackmourn Manor, located in Farstrider Square.

When: Saturday, February 10th at 7:00 p.m. server time.

Prologue

“Northrend? My, my... such an excessive journey just to get a little privacy, don’t you think?” Telandra chided her eldest as she smoothed her own flesh and sculpted a new face.  “I couldn’t take any chances. I’d have thought you would appreciate my decision, if anyone. We have everything we need here,” Zandise replied coolly from the dark corner, her eyes following her mother’s hands as she warped her own form into something more suitable. Telandra offered nothing more than a vague nod. Even now she couldn’t validate Zandise with a job well done.  “I saved you, you know,” Zandise’s words mirroring her mother’s thoughts, “I know how you feel about debts, but I would h--” she began.

“You will speak nothing to me of debts, child,” the wicked matron spoke softly, but with finality. She turned the last of her attention to the brow. Always the brow. Would it ever be regal enough for her liking? “You must forage again. The last two were hardly of sustenance, and I will need my energy if I’m to perform anything more than parlor tricks,” she sighed, taking her waist in to unnatural dimensions. Zandise watched again in silence, her reproach forgotten for the moment as she observed her mother’s nit-picking. Every form seemed to be a bit more altered, a bit more bizarre. She suspected Telandra was losing her grip on what conventional beauty meant, instead becoming obsessed with pushing whatever boundaries she could.

The cold chamber echoed with unpleasant squelching noises as Telandra, finally satisfied with her work, stood from the blood-stained basin.  “Well? Have I taught you nothing?” She scolded, taking the opportunity to turn in a circle. The pale light from above hit the facets of the walls around them, scattering just enough light around the small room to give Zandise a look at what her mother had become.

“You’re taller this time,” she said, eyes roaming the angular planes of her face, “and your bone structure is... different. Sharper.”

“’Intimidating’ is what I was going for,” Telandra smirked seductively over her shoulder. Her pointed teeth glinted in the feeble light, blood still staining them horribly. “You know how I like a dramatic entrance.”

House Blackmourn is now recruiting! 

Please visit our Guilded page and submit an application if you are interested. Otherwise, you can contact Zialyn, Alarín, or Jecarde on Wyrmrest Accord while in-game. Happy roleplaying!