[Prompt] Disappointed Craving

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You have a craving for something food or drink. The markets always have it, and after thinking about it all day, you have your heart set on it. Yet when you reach the normal place, it is out of stock! Your heart sinks, and you quickly adjust to a different shop. This one, though you rarely visit, usually has some as well. None!

What do you do? How does this impact you, emotionally? Just a minor inconvenience or do you lament not getting what you want? Do you find yourself missing what you cannot have, where nothing else will fill the void, or do you just get a different treat and call it a day?

((OUR VENDING MACHINES ARE OUT OF POP AND I CAN’T STOP BEING UPSET ABOUT IT! THUS THIS PROMPT WAS INSPIRED!))

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This is meant to be a fun exercise, so there aren’t many rules.

Prompts are fun little things meant to inspire. You don’t have to perfectly match the prompt. Just let it inspire a thought.

I’m going to try and post these weekly, sometime between Saturday and Monday probably. Feedback and prompt ideas are welcome, so feel free to post them in the archive thread. Some prompts will be more thought provoking, some more whimsical. Respect your fellow writers.

Disclaimer: I cannot take full credit for every prompt. Some of these I create on my own, some are prompts I’ve seen that I’ve taken a WoW spin to, and some I’ve seen and used in the past, some are ideas spoken in passing between me and coworkers, or guildmates, or some are offered directly from folks on the forums. If I’ve been directly given a prompt from another person, I will credit them unless they do not want to. Otherwise, know some of these are gained through many means.

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The festival of Pilgrims Bounty was Camalds favourite time of year. He had spent the last few years abroad, but this year he was back in his beloved Dalaran! Many across the Eastern Kingdoms held the opinion that the Kirin’tor simply conjured their feasts from thin-air, dismissing any cuisine presented by those who could master both magical and culinary arts as fake! Such attitude could not be further from the truth!

Conjuring of basic foodstuffs was a battlefield necessity, but true cooking was only enhanced by magic! Having Instantaneous control over the flame as well as the ability to magically measure and mix ingredients allowed for a level of precision that was impossible to achieve when using your own hands.

Then there was the Cheese! Camald had a weakness for the Aged Dalaran Sharp. He had taken a wheel of it on his travels, but it had run out long ago (and his countrymen did not ship much of it to the other kingdoms). It was to be his first stop this morning, he had arrived late the night before, and all of the stores were closed. As he ventured from his apartment, he was surprised to find no hint of the festival cheer he expected. No decorations, no banquet tables, and hardly any people.

Before Camald had the chance to ask a passer-by why the festival was not taking place, a magically-magnified voice rang out… “Wizards of the Kirin Tor! I am Arthas, first of the Lich King’s death knights! I demand that you open your gates and surrender to the might of the Scourge!”

Panic gripped Camald, and so did a foreign hand on his shoulder. Before he could turn to face his assailant, the vivid imagery around him dissipated, and Camald felt the side of his face (and the rest of his bony body) pressed against the hard-stone floor of his apartment. “Whozzat?” Camald grunted, as his eyes had begun to flutter open. Where was his bed?

“Why are you lying on the floor?” A familiar voice asked

Camald looked up to find a robed Orc standing over him “Why are you in my quarters!” Camald snapped at his friend.

Ignoring Camalds question and extending his hand, the Orc asked another of his own “Come to think if it, why are you sleeping at all? You’re undead.” Camald grunted again, and took the Orcs outstretched hand. As he was pulled to his feet he recalled the night before, and glanced at his table, where a half-eaten wheel of cheese rested.

Camald pointed to the cheese, and his comrade chuckled “I thought you couldn’t taste food anymore?” he Orc asked.

“I can’t” Camald sighed, longingly, as he made his way to his wardrobe. “That said, eating too-much of that cheese apparently can still give me nightmares.”

The Orc barked a laugh in response “Does that mean it also still makes you extra-gassy?” Camald turned, sending a fireball towards his friend. The Orc knew him too well, and so Camalds blast only hit the back of the door, as it closed behind the Orc’s laughter.

https://worldofwarcraft.com/en-us/character/us/barthilas/camald/

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Thrudd came into his little home to find chaos. Some of his Mate’s little pets were hiding, and the little black cat she had clawed his way up his pants , hiding on his shoulders. He frowned, petting her fluffed fur. Something must be wrong…

“Im?” He called out, listening for any sounds. A clashing in the kitchen lead him to the little blood elf, who was tearing the kitchen apart.

“Im? what’s wrong?” He asked softly, pulling her from the closest.

“I can’t find it anywhere!” She sobbed.

“Find what?” The orc tipped her head up to look in her face. She had been crying for a while.

“I can’t find it! Not anywhere! Not even that stupid Goblin who jacks up his prices has it right now!” She was panicking, arms flailing everywhere.

“Can’t find wh-” He stopped as it clicked what it was coming close to. Her mother’s birthday. She couldn’t find a bottle of the spiced wine that had been her favorite. “Oh Im…” He swept her up, holding her close. “I’m sure we’ll find it somewhere. And if we don’t, I know she’ll understand you not having it one time.” The huntress buried her face into his shoulder, sobbing.

“I feel like I failed her…” She began, but the Orc cut her off.

“No, no, you didn’t for some odd reason everyone wanted it right now. You couldn’t see that happening. You still have the bread, right?” Imbrei nodded.

“Yeah, the baker taught me how to make it last year.” She nodded to the loaves cooling on the counter.

“See? We have that at least. And we’ll just get her the Moonberry wine she liked, right?” She nodded, settling down to sniffles.

“We could…maybe she’s like a change.” She admitted softly. He smiled, nuzzling her head. She just brought something soft out of him.

“You go get the wine, and I’ll clean up okay? Go get some fresh air.” He set her down, drying her face.

“Thank you.” She muttered softly, kissing him, before going off to the markets.

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Pork, bacon, fried pig skins, sweet sausages. No need to eat skin it you can just eat it. Blood and intestines you can save those too and make them into soup. You can’t do that with any other animal. You can find pigs, boars, fel boars, and make you something tasty with almost no other ingredients. Just a camp fire and lot of patience (You will get the runs if you eat to early, trust me I know).

But also the reason why I went from 115 lbs to 190 lbs, that and fermented alcoholic drinks and beer.

I do try to stay away from the meat now, but I can smell it almost every time I leave Orgrimmar. There was a time I was in Pandaria and fell in love with katsu don, not knowing what that word meant. I find that on special occasions I’ll in indulge myself in that.

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This might seem silly… but my character is in love with coffee ( Just like i am tbf )
If at any point its unavalible… it would be completely soul crushing.
After this inceident she will bribe the store owners with shiny gold just to always have 1 stashed for her.

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When I get up in the morning
But life beats me down
Theres only one way I know of
to make a smile from a frown

When every season seems to be a winter or a fall
This pick me up
will hit the spot
and turn those doldrums to a ball

ohhhh alcohol
alcohoool
ay el cee oh h oh el

If youve run all out of soul shards
or your party kicked you out
theres a sure fire way
to make your own day
so let me hear you shout

alcohol!
alcohol!
ay el cee oh H oh el!

When you have the big sad
dont fret or lose your way
you can call it Gamon
cuz its here to save the daaaaay

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The Dark Iron joining the Alliance was disheartening news to Benedikt. Dwarf flesh is generally saught after due to it’s intramuscular fat. Dark Iron flesh’s natural smokey flavor and spicey aftertaste made it a favorite amongst undead who bothered to maintain their tongues.

Used to be you could just grab some friends and stalk the mining shafts of the Searing Gorge, walking away with as much meat as you could carry. Their joining of the Alliance has made their remains more expensive as harvesting it has become considerably more high risk.

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Shunya walked quickly through the crowds of Orgrimmar. She couldn’t hear anything in the crowds unless she strained her ears to listen. And even seeing was a challenge, because even though Shunya tried there were always the backs of people facing her, people running by her… yet Shunya avoided actually touching people as she made her way across the busy Valley of Strength.

Shunya came to an inn: ‘The Broken Tusk.’ She once delivered a bunch of boar meat to the innkeeper Mizz Gryshka. Shunya passed by a group of Forsaken that seemed to be drinking some really foul-smelling Alchemy stuff, so she hastened herself, approaching Mizz Gryshka.

“Ma’am I be Shunya de Newblood. Could ya spare a drink?” Shunya’s mask, colored red like the Horde flag color, made her sound muffled.

“Speak up please. Oh yes, I remember you: the troll girl Shunya who brought me boar meat to give to Barkeep Morag.” Mizz Gryshka was playing with Shunya. She may not have heard exactly what she asked for yet she was stalling the conversation even so.

Shunya had to remain polite. She spoke up:

“Please, ma’am. Do ya got a drink? Any drink?” Shunya almost begged. She wasn’t a proud rogue. She wanted to survive, and she was hot and parched after running errands for Mistress Vanyxa Witchhawk all day.

“A drink? Do you think you’re funny? Listen, Shaela,” Mizz Gryshka ‘suddenly forgot’ her name.

“… my stock is low. I’m reserving all drinks for honored customers. So: Not you. Now please get out.” Mizz Gryshka was heartless. Shunya felt faint yet she silently did as she asked.

A rogue’s reputation may as well be kodo dung sometimes. It’s to be expected. Mistress Witchhawk was chasing her sister Mizz Ravasha. Trying to kill her? Trying to capture her? And Shunya did dirty jobs when Mistress Witchhawk needed extra funds. She was really good at beating up beasts, selling the skins for gold too, or at least Shunya thought she was good.

The troll girl heard a vendor calling out from the side street. The vendor was calling out that they had conjured food and drinks. Normally the pink-haired rogue wouldn’t bother with mana drinks when Shunya needed at least water but any drink would do. Except everything about her was desperate.

“Free mana drinks! Free mana food! Potions at cost: Your materials.” The vendor called out.

Shunya approached the vendor. Somebody almost collided with her. They sneered and said ‘sorry’ although Shunya had avoided touching this one too.

“May I have a mana drink please?” Shunya said. Calmly and politely. Shunya had a touch of real urgency in her hoarse, dry voice.

“Oh, sure, but I forgot to say: The mana drinks only come with a purchase of a potion at a cost of your materials. I’m dreadfully s–” The merchant was cut off as Shunya silently stormed away.

Calmly and politely sometimes meant being a bit of a brat to Shunya, but the rogue girl couldn’t, and wouldn’t make a scene in the middle of the Valley of Strength.

A rogue’s reputation…

The defeated yet optimistic troll girl started slinking through The Drag. She was looking for the Cleft of Shadows. Shunya walked with purpose and grace, stepping around people. Waiting to be moved passed sometimes.

“Dis would be fasta wit’ a fine raptor wouldn’t it?” The rogue asked the nearest person who was walking nearby.

The woman was another troll like Shunya. Except her hair was long, long, with a braid down the middle and two long braided tails resting on her shoulders. She wore a veil over her mouth.

“Yes, altho I simply create a Portal, which takes me to any destination learned from de Trainer.” The troll spoke with a young-sounding voice.

“A mage? What’s ya name?” Shunya almost rasped through her mask. Shunya tried to moisten her lips with whatever saliva she had left. Tried to swallow so she didn’t sound parched when she talked.

“Shar’ai. What be yours?” Shar’ai asked.

“Shunya.” She rasped.

“You sound thirsty. Would you like a drink?” Shar’ai asked patiently.

Shunya appreciated that she didn’t play around. When she looked towards Shunya’s orange eyes briefly for confirmation the rogue met her gaze and nodded.

“Here be your drink. It won’ even make ya fat. Except… I can’t conja water today so you be gettin’ Diet Kaja Cola.” Shar’ai said the first part with a giggle behind her veil. And then she must have seen Shunya flinch because ‘Diet Kaja Cola’ was not her favorite drink. She conjured two glass bottles, deep ones, one filled with water and one a syrupy liquid. She combined the liquid with the syrupy liquid and then infused the concoction with magic.

It began fizzing. Fizzing reminded Shunya a bit of a Durotar snake hissing at her. Kaja Cola was already suspect because she never drank it if possible.

“Tank ya.” Shunya said as she sipped the Diet Kaja Cola several times. Shunya coughed some up despite pacing herself. The pink-haired troll girl’s mask felt wet and heavy and a coppery aftertaste was on her tongue.

“Mmm. It be okay Sista Shunya.” She said patiently as the two walked in silence the rest of the way towards the Cleft of Shadows.

“Mizz Shar’ai. What can Shunya do for ya to make up her debt?” Shunya asked.

“Duel a woman orc in dis place. Her name be Nalasha Frostclaws. She’s been harassing me.” Shar’ai explained as the two ducked behind one of the multiple huts that were momentarily left unattended.

“What’cha mean Sista?” Shunya queried. She began to stretch.

“She has assaulted me after bein’ invisible, so I got zero way to tell when she be comin’, and I wanna punish her.” Shar’ai clenched her fingers at her sides. A fierce girl, which was good, yet still…

“Why not report her to Orgrimmar Guards?” Shunya asked.

“Because when I did they said they didn’t see it happening. So dey would do noting.” Shar’ai responded coldly. Her eyes were teary.

“Me beatin’ dis Mizz Frostclaws won’ take ya hurt away. Altho I like ya fierce heart and spirit.” Shunya laughed and saluted Shar’ai.

She stepped out called to Mizz Nalasha Frostclaws the Orc Mage:

“I be Kikina de Deadly. You have killed de leada of my guild. And now I be killin’ you.” Shunya drew her daggers and took a fighting stance.

“Ha! Who put you up to this? Was it that obnoxious peon Shar’ai? We trained in the same coven. She was always an incompetent mage.” Mizz Frostclaws threw a Frost Bolt at Shunya.

Shunya threw herself to the side to avoid it, trying to turn the momentum to her favor, a tumble into a cartwheel. The agile troll rogue landed to the left of the orc mage. She was charging up another Frost Bolt and threw it at Shunya.

Shunya took the hit. She was chilled to her bones. Once that happened the orc mage rushed over. Why was she getting in range of her knives? The orc mage turned just out of Shunya’s grasp and a rush of frosty air slammed into her that formed ice around her feet.

Shunya called on the only spell she knew: Evasion. Calling on Shadow Magic she tried a principal similar to the Fade spell. Except instead of appearing see-through and reducing your presence to be attacked by beasts or monsters, you tried to turn yourself actually intangible, to provide protection from a humanoid.

Thankfully the pink-haired troll girl’s patience despite her cold beating paid off. She faced her opponent and many of her Frost Bolts went through or passed the troll. When the ice melted around Shunya’s feet she sprinted forward and then veered wide.

Shunya tossed a shuriken towards the mage. It stuck in her hand by pure chance. The hand holding her wand. She dropped it and interrupted her own spell cast. Shunya sprinted towards her, body low, and rolled forward before springing at the defenseless mage.

Mizz Nalasha was cleverer. Frost Nova was unavailable. Yet she Blinked, phasing right through Shunya and appearing behind her. She threw hail balls and Frost Bolts at Shunya.

Shunya was frozen and try as she might she was beaten. Shunya knelt and held up her hands.

“I’ll spare you.” The mage said as she came closer. Confident the troll girl would not move.

“You’ll go back and tell your Mistress Shar’ai that next time we meet, our mak’gora may lead somewhere she didn’t intend. You’re very attractive you know.” The mage leered at Shunya’s body. Shunya lowered her mask and she was smiling.

“I be beaten and frozen. Ya could steal a kiss and I won’t be fightin’ ya no more.” Shunya said, fluttering her eyelashes.

The mage came closer. Closer to steal a kiss. Yet the lip balm Shunya had used was laced with a Mind Numbing Poison. And as soon as their lips met Shunya also kicked her in the stomach. The orc, bigger in bulk than the troll, nonetheless fell backwards on her bottom.

Shunya turned and ran before she could get beaten again. Mizz Shar’ai was nowhere to be seen. As Shunya disappeared into a dark alleyway of the Cleft of Shadow she knew one thing:

A rogue’s reputation may be kodo dung. Yet so was the reputation of clients who hired mercenaries and then didn’t bother to check if they were alive or dead.

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“What do you mean you’re out of port?!” Tanthelara screeched, her voice rife with all the frustration of a toddler being denied a favored lollipop. The port wine sold by the Silvermoon City Inn, to most people, might have been just like any other bottle of overpriced alcohol. To her, it was a masterpiece in of itself, bearing a flavor deep and rich while not being cloyingly sweet, and reminiscent of dark fruits from far away lands mixed with the slightest hints of mana and fel for a spicy, bright, slightly sulfuric aftertaste that paired well with its latent sweetness. It was also her favorite drink while at home.

“I mean that we’re out. As in, we have none. As in, due to disruptions brought on by the war, our suppliers have been unable to keep up with demand and thus we are experiencing a temporary shortage.” Vinemaster Suntouched wearily explained with a sigh, just as he had done numerous times before to the other patrons.

“I don’t believe it - you have to have some stashed away somewhere for the higher-paying customers! Don’t you know who you’re dealing with? I’m Tanthelara Rosecrown, Champion of the—”

“-yes, yes, I know who you are,” Suntouched said as he cut the priestess off mid-sentence, “you adventurers are all the same. You get a missive from Orgrimmar requiring you to report for duty and all of a sudden, you think you’re the savior of Azeroth when in reality you’re just the latest of a line of poor lackeys stuck shoveling boar dung. Now, if you’ll excuse me Miss ‘Champion’, I have other patrons to attend to.”

She was furious. How dare this, this… imbecile talk down to her like that? She stomped off, feeling her ire continue to build.

…crush his mind for his incompetence…

The Void. Its whispers always seemed to appear at the worst of times. She stopped near the exit of the Silvermoon City Inn and took a deep breath to try to calm her mind, only to be met with louder calls to violence from the shadowy whispers.

“Please don’t bother trying to make a scene here, Miss ‘Champion’,” Vinemaster Suntouched spoke, his voice dripping with condescension and contempt. “The Spellbreakers and Blood Knights both keep a studious watch over this establishment, given our location between Murder Row and the Royal Exchange. Believe me when I say we have ample protection.”

Tanthelara turned and re-approached him, doing her best to rein in her flaring temper and hurt pride. “Fine. What do you have, then?”

((short entry on this one because tbh I’ve been working on it for nearly a week and got burned out on this particular prompt. thought it better to submit what I managed to get written than let it languish in draft limbo))

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