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The observer walked on his hourly patrols through Suramar city, nodding to passerby and stopping every so often to listen in on what the citizens had to say. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a lone […]

[The handwriting is marginally improved, this time around, as is the spelling, but it still needs work. However, it’s clear someone has been practicing.] Sielic, I am sorry I have not written agen to you. It has […]

[It’s short, a bit hasty, and the parchment has seen some wear.] Aunne,  I am thinking [scratchout] maybe I will go looking for Etsiyona soon. I do not know if I will be helpful but I want to try. I was thinking […]

The old family sword was indeed sharp enough to still lop off an ogre’s arm, to quote Alandir McBride, Lodianne’s father, who may have lost his physical ability to fight, but NOT his fighting spirit. It left her […]

[Written very, very carefully, with a surprising lack of scratchouts, for those who know her. It is clear time and effort was taken on this letter, despite the poor spelling and strange phrasing.]  Dear Mister […]

The pleasant ache of honest, hard work in her arms made Cael pause a moment as she sat back on her heels and regarded the fruits of her labors. The sun was out today, and warmed her in happy contrast to the cool […]

Kun grins at her sister – “Yoooooou went on a date with Cael didn’t ya?””huh? What?”Kun griiiiiiiiiiins s’more. “How’s things going with Cael, huh?””They’re… not. Why do you look like… No way. Nuh-uh.” Petal […]

(The continuing randomness of Petal’s Book of Shadows – written in Pandaren, and definitely findeable in-game.) The tattoos that the Illidari use to contain their abilities keep floating back to mind at the most […]

“You are being certain?”  The hollow emptiness of the Draenei’s voice was somehow amplified by the stone of the ancient tomb, the waterlogged elven architecture around her staring down with sightless, broken […]

Aiya-Cho Nightpetal can be said to be many things.  Annoying, sometimes – a little bookish. (Okay, a lot bookish – ) … artistic!  Sure.  Artistic.  But not stealthy.  Never, ever stealthy.   Never had she wished […]

One last turn around the room – one last straightening of bedclothes, one last double-check, making sure her pack was in order, and her scrollcases were assembled just so.  Her staff felt right in her hand, and […]

The older paladin parried another attack and stepped back, giving a bit more ground to the demons and fel-possessed in front of him.  He�d only survived this long because of the wall to one side of him and the cl […]

“WAKE UP, HUMAN!” The low gravelly voice belonging to a tauren rolled through the bars of a cage, accompanied by the butt end of a spear shoved into the prisoner’s gut. The prisoner groaned loudly and rolled onto […]

Trees whispered in the darkness, playing host to nocturnal birds and insects singing their quiet ballads.  A gentle breeze flowed around and through the woods, its melody merging into the chorus as it traveled. […]

A small, clear glass bottle is placed near Cael’s quarters, filled with a pretty, sparkling blue-ish liquid. A note is attached, written in truly horrible Common. While written in a elegant hand, it appears the […]

{{Response to http://templarsoftherose.net/trgn/journals/post/1593 by Aunne. Screw you and your damn feels inducing babies. That is all.}} [In the typical poor handwriting, smudged now with dirt, a little. The […]

(This can be found in-game, in the possession of AT LEAST one Templar.  Please contact me if you believe you have, and can use, the scroll.  If you’d like to run things by me OOCly, please do – but beware s […]

*found on a small package of steaks, cheeses, and wine outside of Cael’s door left after the sound of a knock and the hasty clip-clop of hooves running away* Cael, Thank you for your letter. It is kind of you to […]

[Written in a shaky hand; fur has smeared the ink in some places. It is left folded and shoved under the paladin’s door.] Paladin Kaliosha,  I am verry [scratchout] sorry for how I acted erlier. […]

[Written in a poor hand, careful but still shaky, with the indents of other writing in the parchment, as if she had made more than one draft of this beforehand:] Sir, I am not good with writing because it is hard […]