Mabon’s Path

A young woman’s journey through Azeroth.

Presents and Presence September 22, 2007

Filed under: Roleplay,WoW — mabonlightpath @ 12:33 pm

Mabon waited for Kel in the town square as he asked. She saw him coming out of the auction house, and her heart fluttered. He was so handsome and she noticed several women turn to look at him, but he only had eyes for her. As he approached her, a grin on his face, Mabon noticed he had his hand behind his back.

Smiling, Mabon said, “Hello, Husband.” It was her favorite term of endearment for Kelandros; she was still as thrilled to be married as when he first asked her.

Kel drew his hand from behind his back, and gave the wrapped box to Mabon. Her face lit up, and he grinned wider. He loved giving her presents, just to see the look on her face.

She took the box, and shook it, listening to the rustling sound it made. “Shall I open it now, or later?” Before he could answer, she tucked the box in her bag. “Later.” Kel chuckled at her. She certainly knew how to make the most of a simple gift.

“I have the outfit you bought me in my bag,” she blushed. Her guildmates teased her about how much clothing she had, but in truth, Kel had given her many of the outfits. He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry, and motioned for her to follow him. He led her up to a quiet spot, overlooking a waterfall.

Mabon slipped on the outfit: a short leather top, and very short pants, barely more than a loincloth. “I can’t believe this is armor! I could never wear this out and about!”

Grinning, Kel said, “You could if you were less modest, love. But then, there would be too many men that I’d have to kill. So perhaps it’s just as well you don’t.”

Her blush colored not just her face, but spread down her chest as well, much to Kel’s delight. “No, Husband. This is for you alone.”

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently. “And I am a very lucky man, indeed. Now, open your other present. I want to see that one on you, too.”

Mabon dug through her bag, and pulled out the box, shaking it again. She ripped off the paper, and pulled the box open. “Oh, Kel! It’s beautiful!” She held the shimmering white dress up to herself.

Kel smiled at her, happy she liked her present. It was getting harder and harder to find a dress she didn’t already own. “Put it on, love.” He stood, and turned around, knowing how shy she was, even with him.

Mabon slipped off the leather armor, and pulled the silky dress over her head. It fell in soft folds around her feet, hugging her body perfectly, as if custom made. “Ok, darling, you can look now.”

Turning to face her, Kel looked at his beautiful wife. She could wear a sack and still look good, or as he often told her, wear nothing at all. In two steps, she was in his arms again.

“Thank you, Kel. It’s so lovely… and so soft!”

“Only the finest for you.” He ran his hands over the fabric. “Yes, it is soft. You know, this would look even better up in Moonglade. It’s been awhile since I’ve been up there.”

“Oh, Kel! Yes, there would be plenty of people around to look after the children, and you and I could spend some time together!” It had been a long time since they had been alone for more than just an hour or two.

“I’ll make the arrangements, then, love.”


LF Feral Druid for Adventure and Shopping September 18, 2007

Filed under: MMORPG,Roleplay,WoW — mabonlightpath @ 9:08 pm

“Feel like an adventure, love?” Kel put his arms around her, hugging her from behind. His voice was deep and husky, and Mabon wondered just what kind of adventure he had in mind.

“With you, husband? I’d love to!”

“I have some business with some elves holed up inside a place called Dire Maul. It is quite dangerous to get to them.”

Mabon grinned. “I’ll keep you safe, my darling. Don’t worry!” She turned in his arms and kissed him, then pulled away to ready her gear.

As they headed up to the main building in Feralas, they saw a pair of ogres, huge and smelly, guarding the entrance. Kel shifted into his feral cat form, and signaled Mabon to see if she could stun one of the ogres, so they could attack the other. Mabon knew he was quite capable of taking on these two by himself, but she did need the practice. She slipped into shadow, and crept up behind one, hitting him hard on the back of the head, dazing him. Kel attacked the other, and Mabon slipped behind that one to get him, too. That job done, they rounded on the other, dispatching him quickly as well.

Together they made their way towards the inner sanctum, where the elves were. Several times, Kel attacked, and Mabon just stood and watched, forgetting to jump in. He was truly magnificent to see in action. She loved watching him – the way his muscles rippled under his sleek, black fur, the slashing of his claws, his snarls and growls. It was fascinating to her, how different he was from humans, being able to change form.

There were times when his voice reminded her of his fighting forms: the way he spoke when he was angry, or when just woken up, or when he was deep in the throes of passion. Mabon giggled at the thought, and realized she needed to catch up to him.

Kel bought the items he needed, and showed Mabon around the library. The musty smell kept making her sneeze, and the books were all in Darnassian, and she quickly became bored. He chuckled at her, and asked what she would rather do instead. Mabon’s eyes twinkled as she told him she had a new outfit. His voice took on that husky tone that reminded her of his feral side as he suggested she change here in the library.

“These librarians are quite busy with their books. They will pay no attention to us.”

Mabon looked around, blushing furiously, but nodded. She slipped behind a bookcase to change, then showed Kel her new outfit. It was more like a swimsuit than armor, but Aska had said that many priests and mages did in fact wear this mageweave set in the field.

The look on Kel’s face told her that he liked her outfit very much. With the quickness of his cat form, he took her in his arms, and kissed her deeply. A noise came from deep in his throat, and Mabon felt a thrill down her spine. She couldn’t help but feel the grand adventure was about to begin.


The Semi-Annual Azerothian Fashion Show September 13, 2007

Filed under: Blogroll — mabonlightpath @ 12:12 pm

Tel’Anar Mi’Stradel had organized the event, and all the models were gathering outside the Temple of Elune. She went over the categories to determine which models would be in each. The Battle Gear category seemed rather popular, however, Mabon did not yet have a matching set of armor. She did have the Stormshroud chest piece and pants that Kel had made her, and although she loved the way it looked, she did not have the full matching set.

Mabon asked sheepishly if they were allowed to model more than one outfit per category. Tel’Anar tried to hide a smile, and answered that if time permitted, then yes. Mabon looked around to find all eyes on her.

“Just how many bags of clothes do you have, Mabon?” asked Lady Fallon.

“Um, just five, oh, and um… Momma holds onto a few things for me, too. But don’t tell my husband! I told Kel it was just three bags.” Mabon blushed and grinned.

“What was that, my love?” Kelandros strode up to the staging area, smiling at his wife.

“Nothing, dear. Just talking about dresses.”

“Of course! I should have known.” He chuckled.

Mabon hugged her husband, then pulled him over to a secluded area. “Kel, I brought my swim suit to wear for the show, but I wasn’t sure if you thought that was ok.”

A look flashed over Kel’s face as he thought of her in the swim suit. “As long as I am the one you go home with, my love, I have no objection.”

Mabon giggled and hugged him. “Of course, husband. Now, turn around and block the view as I change.”

Just then one of the other models appeared, a male dwarf. “This area is occupied.” Kel nearly growled at the man, who quickly trotted off.

Slipping on her first outfit, Mabon said, “Thank you, darling. I knew I could count on you.”

Finally, it was time for the show to start. Kel had chosen a seat near the stage, in front. The judges were lined up on the other side of the walkway. Tel’Anar announced each model in turn, and they walked down the walkway, turned and walked back to the stage. Lady Fallon said she was very nervous, but Mabon thought she was so beautiful that everything she wore looked amazing. Her natural grace showed as she glided down the walkway.

When it was Mabon’s turn, Kel caught her eye and winked, and Mabon’s smile lit up her face. She did love wearing pretty clothes, but Kel was definitely her favorite audience. She didn’t even hear the applause or cheers of the crowd, thinking only of her handsome husband.


Fashionably Late September 12, 2007

Filed under: Blogroll — mabonlightpath @ 8:20 pm

The bed, table, chairs and floor were covered in clothes. Mabon tried to sort her outfits out, but Finnall and Arminas kept snatching things and racing off with them. How was she ever going to get things in order in time? The Fashion Show started at 7 pm. It was after 5, now, and Mabon had to be there early for rehearsal. Askashia had told her about the show, knowing how much Mabon loved showing off her dresses. Mabon had volunteered to be a model right away.

She held up her swim suit and bit her lip. Would Kel object to her wearing this in public? She packed it in her bag, making a mental note to ask him before the show. Finally, two more outfits went in the bag, for the Casual category. For Formal Wear, she debated between her Elegant dress, that she had worn for her wedding, or the Silver Dress robes. The Elegant dress had looked white up in the moonlight of Moonglade, but here in Darnassus, it showed it’s true pink color. As beautiful as the dress was, it just didn’t look right with the white hood and cape. Sighing, she put it back in the dresser, hoping she would have an opportunity to wear it soon.

Now, for the Unusual category, she had just the outfit in mind! Since she and Kel had honeymooned on a farm, she had picked out an outfit that would work: blue overalls, an orange mageweave shirt, brown boots, and of course, her pet pig, Pinky. He really was the perfect accessory.

But… where was the shirt? She hunted through the piles of clothes for several minutes, before a flash of orange color caught her eye. “Arminas, sweetie! That is not a hat!” She giggled and smiled at her son, giving him a bit of silk cloth to play with instead, and gently removed her shirt from around his head. Shaking the wrinkles out, she smoothed the shirt then folded it neatly to go in the bag on top of the dresser, out of reach of curious fingers.

Shoes! Mabon bent down and fished under the bed for her sandals to wear with the Formal gown. She pulled out one, and looked at it, puzzled. Where was its mate? She looked under the bed again, then glanced around the room.

“Finnall! Don’t throw that….” She sighed. Ever since she and Momma had built the railing on the terrace, Finnall delighted in throwing things off. She scooped up her daughter, holding her over her head, grinning. “Whatever am I going to do with you?” Finnall gave her a grin in return, showing off her new teeth.

“Drop something, my love?” Kelandros appeared on the terrace, with a shoe in his hand. He smiled at the scene of pure chaos in his home. “I see you’ve had a bit of help getting ready. How about I take them down to the pond, and give you some peace.”

Mabon placed Finnall in her father’s arms, and kissed Kel. “Thank you!” She ran to get Arminas, who had put the silk cloth over his head, and was trying to climb onto the table blindly. Practically tossing him to Kel, she took a deep breath, hands on her hips, and tried to organize her thoughts. Kel chuckled at his wife, kissed his children, and headed out.

She picked up a few more outfits, and put them in her bag. A quick bath, and slipping her red festival dress over her head, she picked up the bag and raced towards the Temple of Elune, hoping she wasn’t terribly late.


News August 16, 2007

Filed under: MMORPG,Roleplay,WoW — mabonlightpath @ 7:14 pm

Life was returning to normal. Mabon spent her days caring for her babies, amazed at how much they had grown just in the short time she had been away from them. They really needed to find a new place to live before Finnall crawled right off the terrace. Arminas seemed quite content to sit and play with the toys his father had carved for him – a bear, a cat and an owl. Mabon swore that sometimes it looked as if he made them fight each other… but surely he was too young for that! When Finnall wasn’t crawling away, she loved to hit everything in sight with a wooden spoon Aelsa had given her to play with once. That spoon became a prized plaything, and Finnall was never without it, clutching it in chubby pink hands as she drifted off to sleep.


Mabon had not heard from Bjorke since before the incident. Kel had told her that Bjorke was safe, but was on a mission for the Commander, and out of reach. For the twentieth time that morning, Mabon fetched Finnall back from the edge of the terrace, and sat her down to bang on a clay pot. The noise was maddening, but it held her attention.


The sound of a slight cough, a throat-clearing, caught Mabon’s attention. She looked up to see Bjorke standing on the terrace, her hair wet, the scent of mageroyal oil almost overpowering. “Bjorke! Oh, thank Elune you are safe!”


Bjorke stiffened slightly. “I need to speak with you.” She looked over at Aelsa, who was playing with Arminas, and Aelsa gave her a glare in return. “It would be best not to speak in front of the whelps… I mean… “ Her face colored slightly. “The children.” Mabon looked at her mother, who nodded, then led the way down through the enchanter’s shop, and along to a small pond.


“We will not be disturbed here, Bjorke. It is quite private.” Mabon’s expression showed that she realized it must be serious, but still she flushed pink, as images of times spent at the pond leapt into her mind unbidden. She sat down, smoothing her dress out around her.


Bjorke stood uneasily. This task had to be done, and best done by her, but that made it no easier. “Mabon, I’m sorry.” Mabon looked up at her. It was obvious from the look on Bjorke’s face that she was sincere in her apology, perhaps for the first time in her life. The tall woman shifted from foot to foot. “I’m sorry he caused you so much trouble because of me. I never thought he was still seeking revenge after all these years. We’d worked together for a long time, so I thought he was over it. I mean… when asked me to look after you in the first place… I thought that meant he finally trusted me again. But I guess I was just the only way he knew to help you.” She paused, her hand reaching to her back pocket, but thinking better of it, left her flask alone.


“But for him to use you as bait… “ She shook her head. “I don’t think even Aelsa expected that. And she knew him better than anyone.


“I’m sorry you were stuck in that place so long. I didn’t think he would hurt you, but I wasn’t sure. I was afraid if we rushed in, he’d get desperate. I… I couldn’t take that chance. I figured you’d at least be unharmed in there. But… “ her voice trailed off.


“It’s alright, I understand. And I was safe, even if it was rather nasty there. Kel and I both agree it was the best decision. It really hurt him to leave me there, but he does see that you were right.”


Bjorke nodded, trying to get the rest of the words out. Her hand went for her flask again, but she didn’t grab it. “There’s more. I’m sorry… Mabon… I’m so sorry…. He’s dead, Mabon. I killed him.”


Mabon nodded slowly. She knew Bjorke would not have let him get away again; she had been expecting this news, as was Aelsa. She was a bit numb, and had not yet reconciled with the fact that Sven was probably her father, and yet he was willing to harm his own daughter.


The young woman stood, and hugged Bjorke tightly. “It’s alright; I know you did what you had to do.” Bjorke stood stiffly, ill at ease with the gesture of forgiveness. Mabon released her, and stepped back.


“Someday, I’d like you to tell me about why he wanted revenge. And I want you to tell me why Momma hates you so. But not now.”


“Your mother… do you want me to tell her?” Bjorke glanced towards Mabon’s loft, not relishing that task.


“No, I will. It won’t come as a surprise to her, either.” Mabon shrugged. “I think we both already knew. You just confirmed it.”


Bjorke turned to walk away, then turned back again. “If you ever need anything… anything at all…”


“I know.” Mabon smiled. Even though she was 15 years younger than Bjorke, she felt like she was the older one, comforting her friend. Bjorke looked so lost and alone.


Nodding again, Bjorke called her ram, mounted and rode off, not looking back. Mabon took a deep breath, and went to tell her mother about Sven.


A Squadron of Sentinals August 9, 2007

Filed under: Blogroll — mabonlightpath @ 1:38 pm

More dreams swirled through Mabon’s head. Dragon babies being chased; clanking knights battling; the red-bearded dragon cackling with laughter; then finally, Elune sending a squadron of Sentinals. The Sentinals were all talking at once, calling her name. One of them sounded like her husband.


“Kel?” Mabon tried to open her eyes, but felt as if she was in a deep sleep.


Laiyne concentrated and tried to dispel the poison in Mabon’s system. Kelandros stood and channeled his healing energies over her. Mabon moaned and stirred. Kel knelt and helped her sit up.


Opening her eyes, Mabon looked around, wondering where all her friends had come from. “What… what are you doing here?”


A chorus of voices rang out at once. “…Sven…” “.. a note…” “…Rileno..” “… Bjorke…” Mabon shook her head, trying to make sense of what was happening, still groggy.


Kel spoke to her gently. “Where is Sven, love?”


“I don’t know… I saw him earlier… he gave me some water.. it tasted… odd… that’s the last I remember.”


Kel and Laiyne exchanged glances. Poisoned.


“What of Rileno? Where is he?”


“Rileno? What does he have to do with this?”


“He was in the cell next door. He heard you crying.”


“Oh! I didn’t know it was him! I must have been thinking of the twins…. Kel! The babies! Are they ok?” A look of panic flooded Mabon’s face.


“Yes, love, they are fine. They are safe in Moonglade.”


Relief washed over the new mother. “I don’t know where he is. I think I heard them take him while I was asleep… but… it’s all so fuzzy. Where is Bjorke? Why is she not with you?”


“We are not certain. She came on ahead of us. Darling, can you stand? I want to get you home.”


Mabon nodded, and allowed Kel to help her up. He gave her his hearthstone, with instructions for her to head to Moonglade.


Kel met her at the flight master, and escorted her to the Barrow Den. Mabon ran down the corridor, then scooped up Arminas and Finnall in her arms, covering them with kisses and tears of joy.


Holy Knights and Dragons August 8, 2007

Filed under: Blogroll — mabonlightpath @ 11:45 am

Mabon woke in the night to hear scraping and scuffling outside the cell. In the dim light, she could make out the forms of two large Worgen, dragging someone between them. The scrape of armor along the floor told Mabon the new prisoner was no rogue, so it couldn’t be Bjorke. She breathed a sigh of relief, then realized how callous that was to whomever was now trapped in that cell. She knelt, and said a prayer for the prisoner, and for Ashcrombe. Mabon prayed to Elune to watch over Arminas and Finnall, tears streaming down her face, and for Elune to help Kel save her, and finally, for Elune to grant her strength to get through this ordeal.


She raised her head, wiping her face, and noticed Ashcrombe kneeling as well. She recognized his words as meditations on the Light. Mabon waited silently for him to finish, reciting her own mediations in her head. Ashcrombe raised his head, and smiled at her. “I don’t sleep much. I find the meditations help.”


She nodded at him. “I wonder who that was?”


“A paladin, from the looks of his armor. A young fella.”


Mabon couldn’t help but think he must be connected to Bjorke some way, even though she was known for her disdain of holy knights.


She lay back down on the straw, and tried to sleep. Ashcrombe had consented to sharing the straw with her, and they had fashioned two piles on opposite sides of the cell. He had objected at first, insisting Mabon take it all, but she convinced him that her small size did not need so much straw. She had fashioned a pillow from her tabard, and pulled her cape over her against the damp chill of the dungeon.


Sleep came, and with it, dreams of her babies, flying about with dragon wings. Mabon had this dream frequently, and it amused Kel no end whenever she told him of it. But this time, the babies were being chased by a large red dragon with a long, braided beard. Just as the large dragon had Finnall and Arminas in his claws, a swift silver dragon ridden by Bjorke swooped down, and she stabbed the red dragon through the heart. She dove on her mount, flying down and grabbing the babies out of mid-air, saving them from falling.