The Wyrmrest Quibbler - The WRA Society Papers [RP]

Greetings and felicitations gentle readers, from your dear friend, Lady Whistlingdown.

While I’m certain it has been awhile since many of you have had the opportunity to peruse the Society Papers, it is my extreme pleasure to offer to you “The Wyrmrest Quibbler.”

We will be keeping up to date with happenings around Azeroth and beyond! Should you or your boon companions have any happenings or friendly gossip you would like to share, please reach out to me and I will be quite happy to pass it along in my pages.

For our premier issue, I would like to make mention of several happenings that have been noted recently. First, there was quite a fight down at the Stormwind docks only just last night. A rather large worgen clad in fine sailor’s thread was threatening a most disarming looking lady while others looked on. However, it seems that the woman was not without the ability to defend herself, because a glance at the ship’s deck revealed the sailor flattened by whom I could only imagine was the lady! And bully for her, we say!

A few nights ago, it was also noticed that a quite chipper bard had made his way to Darkshire. We do hope he returns in time for the next poetry reading. If you have not attended a poetry reading in Darkshire, why…you are missing out on some most wonderful pies and treats made by Harun! Please remember to put this squarely on your social calendar for next time.

The spookiest dance of the season is also almost upon us! And it’s a costume ball! Who doesn’t love a good costume ball? The Succulent Tart will be sponsoring quite a party at Shadowfang Keep, and what better place for a Hallow’s End party? Check your invitations and if you don’t find yours, perhaps sneak your way in. Surely with a mask, no one will even notice….

The Forsaken are about and rather lively, if I do say so. And to that end, there will be a sermon in the Ruins of Lordaeron. Please remember to be respectful. Perhaps bring a nice candle.

This lady has also been told of a regular gathering in…someplace she has never heard of. This ‘Hallowfall’ seems to be an up and coming locale for get-togethers. Should you find yourself in one of their cities, please be sociable and stop to share a drink.

And finally, there’s been a tussle as of late at the Darkmoon Faire. Lady Whistlingdown isn’t certain what’s going on, but apparently it’s a contest of some sort. We find ourselves rather impressed with the efforts of a certain ‘Goretotem.’ But it’s not too late to try to join the competition!

That’s all for now. Ta-ta.

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I enjoyed this and look forward to future releases.

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I’m loving your quibble era :heart_eyes:

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Fond greetings, dear readers, from your stalwart friend, Lady Whistlingdown. I do hope you’re staying safe and warm during these trying times. Today, I’m bringing a few interesting tidbits that you can curl up with and enjoy with a nice, steaming cup of tea.

I’d like to bring to your attention, gentle readers, that the most mysterious Masked Market was held just a few days ago. It was quite the thing, with many booths of unusual wares sold by equally unusual vendors. Yours truly spotted one vendor who was naught but a disembodied gold mask! One can only imagine what they might be selling….

The Masked Market was also visited by the one and only Lady Moonberry all the way from Ardenweald! She looked in fine form as she made her way through the crowd. If you did not get a chance to visit the market, you missed quite an event indeed!

Another market with a completely different feel was held in Mulgore as well. This one had a lovely raffle for two pieces of art to be commissioned. I do hope the artist offers their services for coin in the future! They seemed quite delightful and this lady would love to have a small portrait of some sort.

There seems to be quite the soiree happening just outside the Caverns of Time! If you’d like to soar with a balloon or hear Loremaster Cho tell a tale, this is the place for you! But don’t be discouraged if you don’t have all the rare and fancy mounts Miss Abigail Cyrildotr seems to have access to. This lady feels it’s just rude for her to show off like that….

Hallow’s End is upon us and to that end, I would like to mention that there are reports of various hauntings and pranks being reported across the land. Some seem fairly harmless, such as candles being blown out. Others are much more scary and have left those who’ve experienced them shaking, sleepwalking or with nightmares. If you find yourself plagued by the sounds of ringing bells or footsteps when no one is there, please take care and find a safe place with crowds of people until the sounds disappear. This lady would not wish to lose a reader to the tricks of an apparition.

And finally, it’s come to my notice that there are many more Dracthyr out and about than have been for quite a few weeks. They seem to come with new sets of skills, and are very pleasant to be around. Should you see one of these newly roving dragonkin, tip your hat and wish them well.

That is all for now! I will return anon with more tales and gossip. Ta-ta!

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Hello once again, gentle readers. It’s time to curl up in your easy chair by the fire with another copy of the Quibbler. And have I got some interesting gossip for you!

As the Hallows End season draws to a close, there was a delightful costume party held at the tavern in Duskwood just a few days ago. Amidst the crowd voting on the well-heeled costumers (this lady does love to make up new words!), I am told that there were several Thomas Bates in attendance. No less than seventeen!

Though I cannot confirm this number of Thomas Bates, I do know that at least one of them had hooves. But of the others? Was one of them his evil twin? Was he somehow split into copies because of the season? Is he back to being simply one Thomas Bates now? Perhaps we’ll have these answers for the next Quibbler.

There was also a seasonal tarot reading held in Drustvar. None of the participants seemed to receive a message of gloom and doom, but their futures remain to be seen. Should you wish to know what your own future holds, perhaps search out Mavva for a reading of your very own.

I have also heard rumors of a mysterious, fetid fog covering Booty Bay to issue in the arrival of a ghost ship, but we are all much too clever to believe anything such as this, hmm? Onto more cheery topics.

There have been no less than three sightings of people using the hot springs and spas across Khaz-Algar. If you have not experienced a soak, I would urge you to break out your bathing attire and try one. They are quite medicinal and can be restorative to sore, tired adventures.

And finally, I would bring to your attention that there is a sort of medical conference to be held in Dornogal tomorrow (11/4). Though the topic is nothing this lady would discuss here in detail, should you wish to attend the presentation, I’m told that the host is one Kalimeris Embersong.

That’s it for now, loyal readers. I’ll return again with more gossip as it is relayed to me. Take care!

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Thank you. As one of the new Dracthyr arrivals to Stormwind, I am happy to have found your wonderfully written and informative paper.

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I’m a huge fan of maintained bits of server RP. I will be following this closely.

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Wait. So soaking in hot springs and spas with others is acceptable? I am still learning about all the changes since my long nap but are you sure it is safe? It doesn’t seem like that practice would be very hygienic.

Fair greetings from your boon companion, Lady Whistlingdown. I do have quite a lot to share, so let’s get right down to business, shall we?

Just a little over a week ago, this lady noted a lovely gathering of gentle (and not so gentle) souls at the Light’s Dawn Cathedral. The local Gilneans were welcoming of all who visited that eve, but there are reports of some curious bakery sweets which were shared by a most charming Draenei chef. Surely it’s not true that her pastries would scream and even bleed when being nibbled! This must have been some sort of echo off the stained glass windows, or a trick of the light from the various lamps flickering. What else could it possibly have been? Should you stop by the upcoming Gilneas market, you may sample a cake-of-cup for yourself. Or was that cup-of-cake….

There was also that same evening an almost-altercation between a rather large Worgen and a smaller, quiet gentleman. I’m told the man was all politeness, but one rather questions this, seeing as they almost came to blows before deciding to table their almost-altercation for some later time.

As for this next tale, many Goblins died to bring us this information. Well possibly not, but it does sound quite dramatic when it’s said this way, does it not? In truth, the city of Dornogal has been overrun by these many Goblins! They’ve been seen in Fissure Alley, north of the Coreway and around the giant Forge Hammer. I have heard tales that a certain tavern saw Goblins drowning in a hot spa, as well as cooking on the overheated spa beds! And many reports have it that Goblins were trying their luck at running through the Forge Hammer, only to be crushed into pulverized Goblin bits. One can only imagine what has brought on this very odd behavior.

There is also said to be a coroner and his assistant posted up in Fissure Alley, attending the remains of a poor, unfortunate soul who was taken down by a stool to the head. I know this isn’t quite the thing to discuss in polite company and I’m sure you’ll forgive me for the detail. But should you or yours be missing a scruffy looking man of about six feet in height, carrying a pair of sharp daggers and a stuffed coin pouch, possibly known as Erik, please send word to Yraun. And if you were injured in a tussle with Erik and his stool, you may be entitled to compensation. You will wish to make your claim before his Goblin friend, Zeek does.

On to a more peaceful note. A very talented cook has taken up residence in Stromgarde City. The things he does with breakfast foods are simply prodigious. And I’m told his spider legs are also unmatched. Your pets are very welcome at his tavern, but please leave rude gnomes at home, especially if they like to sit directly on the table.

Let me also remark on the Shaman blessing and feast that was held in the dark of night on Thunderstrike Mountain. All manner of people came together and I’m told many stories of loved ones were shared through smiles and tears.

There’s a hint of architecture on the horizon as this lady has heard tell of new homes soon to be built in the lands. One does like to have a place to come back to and settle in front of a roaring fireplace for a spot of tea and some peaceful reading. I only hope that my dream vacation house isn’t neighbored by a troll in flip-flops on a mower of some sort or a gnome in a funny hat who just stands on his lawn and screams at people, or I’ll never finish my holiday book list! Please remember to be amiable, cordial and most considerate of your neighbors. And double please, no flamingos.

And finally, hold onto your coin pouches! Word has reached me that there was a thief spotted at the Mulgore Market! No solid description was given, nor was the thief caught. But they led a merry chase around the stalls before disappearing. I wonder what might have been stolen.

The hour is getting late, so I must depart. Until next time, gentle readers!

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