Screenshot Friday: Now with a twist!

The following picture is a submission by Arioch.  Yesterday’s comments gave her an idea on a desktop to make.  With her permission I am going to share it with everyone.

Why hello there

Now here is the twist.  In the comments below write out some conversation that you think would happen between the two of them.

For the new people (*waves*) Tatia is a druid and Arioch is a mage.  What you see above is a sort of forbidden love, as it were.

I am curious to see what everyone comes up with.  The best selection will get a post written all about them and their characters.  :D  Try to get me the replies today, but I will accept entries through this weekend.  I am shooting for a post on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Good luck!

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  1. Tiræl
    Mar 12, 2010 @ 08:58:16

    Tatia sat alone in the glades of Ashenvale, grateful for the solitude. Normally relishing in the heat of battle with her allies, she was thankful to be surrounded by the green countryside of her homeland. Her recent encounters with the lieutenants of the Lich King had made her weary, longing to reconnect with the lands that she called home.

    As her delicate fingers brushed across the lush greenish blue grass, the druid in her sensed something unnatural. It was as if the very power of the arcane had swept over the area. As she turned on her seat, she was blinded by the intensity of the sun that was showing off the source of the arcane power.

    As her eyes adjusted, she made the faint shape out of a humanoid…then the white skin…then the eyes..glowing green eyes. Her mind raced. “Oh no.”, she thought. “This blood elf is here to slay me. Countless times I have avoided death by the the hand of the Lich King’s minions..only to be killed by a hero of the same cause…yet different beliefs.” She readied herself as best she could..ready to transform in the event that the Blood Elf attacked.

    As the Blood Elf approached, Tatia noticed something very odd. The being was carrying a Talandra’s Rose, one of the most beautiful flowers of Northrend. Tatia new that the Talandra’s Rose could only survive in the soil of Northrend (she is a druid of course), which she thought even more odd that one would be alive here in Ashenvale.

    As the being grew closer, she realized that the arcane resonance wasn’t just because the blood elf was a blood elf, but that it was as if he was arcane magic itself. At this moment, she truly realized her peril, as she new this Blood Elf could be only one thing…a mage.

    The mage was no more than 10 feet away when he spoke…

    “Hello, Tatia. My name is Arioch. I have traveled from the shores of Howling Fjord to here into enemy territory just to find you.”

    Tatia shuddered internally as she said, “Do as you must mage….I fear no death you could give me.”

    Arioch replied, “Oh no, my dear druid. I mean you no harm. I searched for you because I admire you. I have seen you many times as you and your allies stormed the gates of Icecrown Citadel. I have heard of your exploits, even in the Sunreaver’s Sanctuary. I have seen the marvelous things you do. You are truly amazing.”

    Tatia was taken aback. She knew, better than anyone, the reasons why the High Elfs split into the races they are today. How could one of the arcane feel so for one of the earth?

    However, Tatia had heard of Arioch’s weird mannerisms. She knew from stories that one such as him could have feelings for someone like her. Still guarded, she decided to choose her words carefully.

    “I, too, have heard of you, Master Arioch. They say that nothing you pursue ever escapes your grasp. You lead you allies with a fierceness of determination that even the Alliance can admire. Of all these things, I must ask, how did you get a Talandra’s Rose to survive a trip from Northrend to here?”

    Arioch replied, rather more smug than intended, “You know not of the ways of the arcane, my dear Tatia. I placed Northrend soil and the rose inside a ward of arcane, freezing it in time. As I teleported from Northrend to Kalimdor, it was protected. The moment I was near you, I removed the words and sprinkled the flower with some water from a nearby stream. The waters here are exceptionally potent at bringing life to things of the earth. I did this all for you.”

    For the first time since she could remember, Tatia could find no words. She could only see this beautiful flower..this beautiful man..the beautiful earth. Maybe it was the battles within Icecrown, seeing the dead on both sides, the horrors the Lich King had performed on Saurafang the Younger, or just the electricity of Arioch’s beauty itself, but she couldn’t help but be drawn to Arioch…as if the arcane itself had grasped her every limb and she collasped to the ground.

    Arioch saw this and moved forward at once. Tatia, frightened that her fears had come true, raised and hand to begin casting a spell…but stopped. With one hand, Arioch was handing her the rose, and with the other, grasped her about the waist and lifted her to her feet.

    She felt it. She new he did too. Their eyes were set at one another. They grew closer..at first into an embrace..then a kiss. A surge of arcane flowed through Tatia’s body. It felt unnatural and blissful at the same time. Every nerve in her body tingled with excitement and pleasure. She could think of nothing else. It was only her, Arioch, the arcane, and the earth…all as one.

    —End

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  2. Nitedragon
    Mar 12, 2010 @ 10:14:54

    Well, I could never beat that story, but here a shot:

    “Hey baby, wanna do it”

    Geez, I just couldn’t resist.

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  3. AngerFork
    Mar 12, 2010 @ 10:43:34

    Gah! Tir, that was amazing! Well…as I don’t think I can really top that, I’ll just slaughter some lines from Shakespeare.

    ————————————————-

    — Arioch approaches a forest, seeing his forbidden love Tatia —

    “But soft, what light through yonder forest breaks?
    It is the east, and Tatia is a tree.
    Arise, fair druid, and killeth that bear,
    Who is already sick and will give plenty of leather.”

    “Aye me…”

    “She speaks.”

    “Oh Arioch, Arioch, wherefore art thou Arioch?
    Deny thy Horde and refuse thy race.
    Or if thou shalt not, be but sworn my love,
    And I shall no longer be a Night Elf.”

    “Shall I hear more, or shall I speak before she turns Tauren?”

    “‘Tis but thy race that is my enemy.
    Thou art thyself, though maybe a bit vain.
    What’s vanity? It is nor hand, nor foot,
    Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
    Belonging to a man. O, be some other race!
    What’s in a faction? That which is controlled by Garrosh
    By any other leader would likely be far happier.”

    — Arioch approaches her with a flower in hand —

    “I take thee at thy word.
    Pay for my race change, and I’ll be new baptiz’d;
    Henceforth I now will be a gnome.”

    “My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
    Of Thalassian, yet I know the sound.
    Art thou not Arioch, and a Blood Elf Mage?”

    “Neither, fair druid, if either thee dislike.”

    — The two stare into each other’s eyes, sharing a kiss and staring into each other’s eyes for hours. As the sun arises, they know they must part for now. —

    “Ande’thoras-ethil, my angel.”

    “Shorel’aran, love.”

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  4. slice213
    Mar 12, 2010 @ 11:20:01

    the first cold meeting

    even the elves seems to want

    a little hint of love

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  5. slice213
    Mar 12, 2010 @ 11:25:14

    :P eh its ok.

    Btw how does Ari makes things like that? Is there a model viewer program etc?

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  6. kaozz
    Mar 12, 2010 @ 14:01:07

    Lovely screen shot!

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  7. Vel
    Mar 13, 2010 @ 00:15:15

    Hmm… how about…

    Arioch: “I brought you this rose because I am sooooo sorry about last night. I thought you knew what I meant when I said I was going to give you a pearl necklace…. and then I couldn’t help but laugh histerically and ask “Got Milk?” when you freaked out and it hit you on the upper lip.”

    Tatia: “You need to work on your pick up lines.”

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