Qiris

Da *iris sisters are up for helping Skullcrushers. But could latz let us know if ya plan to cancel MC? (mostly because I have to drive like a bat out of hell to get home in time to get to MC )

Was a lot of fun, Baracko. Sorry I had to log at 10 but golly I was falling asleep at the keyboard.

Admit it, you were preparing the pee tub for Volo's return. And you got all engrossed in that, you perv.

With a heavy heart, Xiris read the entry in Akiris' diary and sighed. She'd wondered if maybe Akiris had heard the arguing that awful night, and now she realized Akiris had indeed heard the whole ugly fight. The Dark Lady knew both she and Qiris had hollered enough to raise the dead, and the Undead too. How had this come to pass, that the sister she'd found wandering out in the Barrens so close to death had wreaked such havoc on her little family? Xiris remembered the day she stumbled across Qiris—at first she'd thought the little orc was nothing more than a pile of dirty, torn clothes. Only once she'd dismounted from her horse did she realize the pile of clothes was actually a small orc, but she couldn't tell if the orc was a boy or a girl. Xiris had found her lying crumpled by some rocks near a Razormane camp and it was clear from her wounds that she was lucky to be alive. Xiris still didn't know what possessed her to take the little orc home. It wasn't like the Forsaken were all that fond of orcs anyway—they were homely to Undead eyes, and smelled funny, too, like the rodents found scurrying around Durotar and the Barrens. Plus they were hard to understand, it was like they had a mouthful of gravel when they talked. Some Forsaken believed the orcs didn't really belong in the Horde since they were so unintelligible, and said that listening to an orc talk was like trying to listen to a scorpid talk. There was even talk that that orcs didn't possess true intelligence and were nothing more than trained animals. Xiris didn't know about THAT, although she did wonder if she would ever master their garbled language. Nevertheless, she gathered the little orc up in her boney arms, and cast a portal for the Undercity. Once there, she called on her sister Jiris to tend to the little girl with her healing arts. As the little orc healed, she told Xiris and Jiris her story. Born into the rogue class, she'd apparently been abandoned by her parents to be raised in that dreadful orphanage in Orgrimmar. The moment she could stealth, she'd run away to seek her fortune and find her family. Xiris guessed she should have been more skeptical about Qiris' true motivations; she was always so interested in loot and money—so much so that the vendors in the Undercity forbade her to come near them. They'd complained privately to Xiris that Qiris practiced her pick pocketing skills on them, and that inventory always went missing after she'd been hanging around them. But even the Forsaken can have soft hearts and so it was that Xiris grew to love the little orc, and adopted her into the family. She'd even given her an *iris name to show the girl that she was truly a part of the family even if she wasn't Forsaken. But all of that changed when Qiris reached her 23rd season.

Using Bongos and Clique so I'm covered now.

More more! Da *iris sisters demand MORE! And Jiris wants ta know if dat leedle one needs sum healing help!

**steals Grawuulf's cookies**

Huh, what do ya know? I got one too . . . and the Dark Lady knows *I* am not cool. I wouldn't mind giving it a try but I'm leery of the bugs etc.

Alas, the *iris sisters and Tainish will be in a strange place called Oklahoma. No scary monsters there, but we'll be completely unavailable for this Winter Veil Ball.

Yah don't you mean hearthstones? *feels very confused* I was thinking about having Jiris make a bunch of fireworks (if I have time). Those would be fun too.

Hurrah for your birthday! I hope your fillet was DEEEELIGHTFUL!

That's fantastic and congratulations on getting to off broadway! Looking forward to seeing you in game.

Tainish and I cannot make it on Saturday at all

So move to the west coast, where it DOES start at 5 AM!

Hey there, I've been out of town and was all excited for this week. But I totally understand where you are coming from. Just holler when you start back again, I'll bring which ever char helps the most.

Akiris bent over her journal, pencil grasped tightly in her little undead hand. She frowned, and scuffed her feet on the worn kitchen floor—her thoughts were not on her school assignment but on the events of the month before. "Dear diary," she wrote, "ah know what ah heard. Xiris likes ta pretend she's a gud deadie but she's NOT! Ah heard her with Qiris and now Qiris is gone!" A tear escaped her empty eye socket and she wondered again how it was she could cry when she had no eyeballs. No doubt Xiris would tell her not to worry about that either. She hated being treated like a little child, and longed for the day when she was fully grown and could escape her mean older sister. She was pretty sure Jiris felt the same way too, Xiris was always telling Jiris to watch out for those orc boys, especially that rogue, Rhoach.. She liked to say Rhoach would pickpocket anything. But thinking about orcs made Akiris miss her sister Qiris even more. "Ah think she killed Qiris. And she may kill me too for writing this down, but ah can't pretend it didn't happen. Ah heard Xiris tell Qiris she'd committed a grate sin, but ah dun know what that means. Qiris sed she didn't mean ta bring dishonor on our family. What culd she have done to make Xiris so angry? "Then ah heard a loud BANG and a scream. An the next morning, Qiris was gone, and there was a funny looking stain on the floor in the kitchen." Akiris looked down at the floor and hoped with all her might that the stain wasn't orc blood, she thought she might throw up just thinking about it. All Akiris knew was that after that awful night her sister Qiris had disappeared, never to be seen again. She'd asked Xiris, and Jiris too, where Qiris had gone but neither of them would tell her anything. Jiris just hugged her tight and said she loved her dearly, and that she'd always be there for her little sister. Akiris laid her head down on her diary. "Ah'll just rest my eyes a moment," she thought, "then ah'll finish mah homework." But the warmth of the kitchen, and the sound of the ticking clock in the hallway worked together to lull her to sleep. Xiris stepped into the room to check on her little sister. She knew the last couple of months had been hard on Akiris, and maybe she'd been too strict with the little warlock. But Xiris loved her sister dearly and would do anything to protect her. "Hmm, what's this she's been working on?" Xiris thought as she glanced down at Akiris' journal. .....................

All da *iris sisters luv dat Ghules.

Sorry I couldn't be there, NJ was teh suq for internet connectivity. Not only did I not have PCS coverage, that meant my EVDO card was worthless. Le Sigh.

If you do AQ Saturday night, I'd be up for it. I could bring either Jiris or Xiris. Xiris doesn't have any faction there, Jiris does. I'm not available tonight though, and can't do Ony either way. Stupid key.

Doh I didn't even notice the bunny's color had changed! I love having two sons, I highly recommend it Bubbosh!

GAH is dat a BOY orc or a GIRL orc? Me cannot TELL!!!!!

Good luck with the craziness! Oh and pix please of the baby AND the house!

All of the *iris sisters are your friends for life. You're a Texan sweetie pie and I'm sure glad I got to meet you.

No one calls spawn like you do, Gra. I forget who said it the other night in TS, you almost sound bored--it's very relaxing really. Here we are fighting fire lords and we hear a nice Canadian voice saying "spawn" -- it's enough to put me in a zen state. And NONE Of the *iris sisters want anything to do with Rhoach's cookies. They are just FULL of cooties.

But but but whose cookies can I steal if you are gone?? **stabs Grawulf 734,026 times**