Wildfire Riders

Fells has temporarily taken up residence just off of the Canals and is looking for permanent lodging in town.

Alonora has withdrawn to Winterbrook, as she tends to when in any kind of doubt or uncertainly. Her world is on its end and her subconscious thinks sticking her head in the sand (or in the snow, as the case may be) until things blow over, is a good idea.

Bricu is canceling appointments and jealously guarding his time with Naiara. On Tuesday, he left the Pig--sword drawn--to confront a merchant about a wagon he's rented.

Illithias has been rather quiet as of late (for her) - spending more time than usual in her roof gardens and lab. Downtime seems to have been split between the pubs of Old Town, the martial practice grounds, and teaching the local street kids how to fight properly without hurting themselves.

Pitch and Rheugan have been focusing on Rheugan's druid training the last few days. From the faintly smug expression Pitch has taken to wearing, it seems to be going well.

Lark's fox Saetta went back to Redridge a couple weeks ago. Lark took it well, and seems relieved to only have two pets now to worry about.

Shaurria seems to have "adopted" Rheugan and spends most of her time with him. She's been helping to coach him on the magic side of druidism, which Pitch can't teach.

Rillian has been ghosting around Stormwind, usually with a very thoughtful look on his face. This may or may not be a bad thing.

Alanon has been going back and forth between Hyjal and Stormwind, dividing his time between assisting the Guardians and Ancients and making sure his family is safe and sound.

Fells has been absent from home for a week and a half, returning home with Shad and Zeve to reclaim the babies from Taelli and Precosia. When asked about her absence, she's been overheard stating that she had to make a quick run to the bank.

Zeve, having just been put into Rider colors last night, is celebrating by sleeping in and going shopping. He's also looking forward to seeing the reaction of the mercenary employers he's been working with to his new colors--time to represent, feckers!

With a nearly-300-pound tiger joining the already rather crowded family, and a job offer to tempt her away from the University, Lark and Pitch have started searching for a new (and bigger) place to live. There is a small house near the enchanter's shop that looks promising.

Rheugan has been keeping to himself lately, although he can still be found near the Earthshrine by anyone that wants to look. He's not totally alone- Shaurria has convinced him to start spending nights inside, with her and Arvoss, and Alanon has been teaching him some of the druid magic that Pitch can't do.

Lansiron is back on active duty.

He was sent to Vashj'ir. The inevitable happened, and he's going up against the Naz'jar hordes. Predictably, wherever he goes, he leaves behind giant clouds of blood and gore in the water.

Lansiron stopped counting the carcharodont camp-followers at nine.

The man is going to be hallucinating sharks trailing him for years to come, if he survives this.

Seemingly overnight, a Gilnean curio shop has sprung up in a previously abandoned closet of a tavern. It just so happens to be within spitting distance of a house whose floorboards may or may not be stuffed with material in desperate need of proper laundering. Competely legitimate curiosity shop. Nothing to see here.