She steeled her nerves as the gryphon flew nearer to the drop zone. She thought she would have more time, but circumstances only gave her a few hours to prepare for the mission. As the gryphon rider took a sharp turn and ascended it jostled her. Instinctively she clutched the satchel under her arm, careful […]
Dear Journal It was a recent hypothesis of mine that a mutual co-habitation arrangement could be created in which Iphram would come to live with me. I began to postulate that the reasons why such an arrangement would be beneficial should far outweigh the demerits of the situation. After a few long nights running advanced […]
((Alternately titled, Jarrick’ing. FYI, this is far more heroic-ish than most of my stories, but trying to get practice once more for writing action and making it flow correctly.)) Greywatch, hours before dawn. The horns sounded the alert, before choking off into stunned silence. Other sentries started and attempted to respond the alarm, only to […]
“Be careful, Jam.” Jamethera rolled her eyes at her wife’s fussing. “Look, Illy. I’m just going to be standing here, okay? And Mina did an excellent job healing my ribs–it’s not her fault you hug like a maniac. Seriously, you are more dangerous to me than a bit of scouting right now.” The huntress crouched […]
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of sensory deprivation, violence and bloodshed. In-depth exploration of mental trauma. Graphic descriptions of torture. x Maladaptive Coping Mechanism (mal__daptiv k_piNG mek__niz_m) Noun 1- The opposite of normal (positive/adaptive/constructive) coping techniques; non-coping 2- Reduces […]
"Sooooooooo… you're telling me this -isn't- an illusion." "Nope. You'll really -be- the demon." "For a limited time. And if they touch me, it'll break. Or if they use truesight spells, it'll break. Or if I hit a bad energy flow, it'll break. Why are we doing this and not illusions again?" "'cause that's what […]
Months ago. There he is again, he doesn’t look any different than he did the last two years he showed up. No one else seems to notice him; he blends right in. I wonder if� “Evelin.” The commanding voice pulled her attention from the window she was staring out. “Evelin, what is the Law of […]
(Concurrently with Aunne and Ambrosine’s Journals Music Inspiration The Funny Farm )) Together, the four of them rode. It was like being part of a pack again, for just the moment. Demons were cleaved and destroyed, trampled and torn apart as they charged into one of the sanctums of the Felborne invaders, annihilating in their path, until […]
When she gets back home, Kun-Yi finds something very, very interesting on her bed: a bunch of assorted herbs native to Stormheim, and a note. Hey Cutie-Yi Hanging out was fun. We should do it again. Don’t feel bad about the rejection, mood was all wrong for it anyways. I’m a romantic motherfucker so I […]
She turned the little bottle over and over again in her hand. Fumbled with the note. Confusion, to some degree, and embarrassment and a hint of pride. Well. She had an admirer, as superficial as it might be. That was something. But the other… Kun placed the note and the bottle aside and got out […]
Ambrosine was, as a rule, reluctant to fight in fellowship with others. Few Templars had seen her in combat as a result. But this… …this was with fellow Death Knights. They, of all people, wouldn’t look askance at her. And so it was that Ambrosine let drop both her mental shackles, and her mask. The […]
Note: This takes place a few hours before the civilian rescue mission in Suramar. ========= Keleosha fidgeted in her seat glancing around at the other patrons of the Legerdemain Loungebut her gaze kept coming back to the draenei priest ordering drinks. There was no sense in trying to avoid looking at her now, this meeting […]
[Written in the rough, leather bound red journal in Cael’s tent. Her handwriting is… marginally improved, as has her spelling. Marginally. Scratchouts remain, though, and grammar is… still a work in progress.] Dear Journal It is me Cael again. I have [scratchout] not written in a while and I am sorry. Many things happened verry […]
WARNING: Potentially graphic content ahead. No overt triggers at this time, but it’s not pretty. ******* The dreadlord lashed out with a terrifying ROAR. Cael, positioned in the holy fire, realized too late she was off balance- her battle-honed reflexes brought her shield up just in time to intercept the crushing swipe he made. […]
(Ed. Note – I've been meaning to get this written for a while; this occurred when the rescue of Sage took place. During that rescue, Aunne ended up hyperaccellerated – perceiving everyone else as still, at a ratio of 1 week:1 second. The encounter took only a few seconds. This? This is the story of that […]
Petal woke first, in the Dwarves' inn – and it took a moment for her to get her bearings, to dig herself out of the gryphonfeather duvet and up out of a mattress that threatened to devour her with comfort. Not that she was rested – nightmares and waking up repeatedly through the night (along […]
Inspired from a random Discord conversation as well as Kanta’s permission. A story from their Sentinel days, millennia ago. )) Beneath the twilight canopy of Ashenvale, a young kaldorei swore under his breath as his mentor once again smacked the top of his hands with a stick. A literal stick, one snatched right up from […]
This process has been a slow one taking place over several months. If the reagents were not hard enough to come by, then learning the skills and perfecting them have been just as challenging. I have learned to sand planks, harvested from Maldraz, to fit has the cover. The paper was crafted from the wood […]
It was well into the night when the shaman returned to the room with the bound creature. Janderius had finished weaving his spells for the day some hours ago and had probably seen himself home for the evening, the draenei figured. It was a small envy to have the luxury of such travel, but Mosur […]
A plain letter finds its way by post to Redridge. A, I hope the homestead is well. It has been requested I help contain a beast. One the snow covered imp might have been better suited for at one time. A question on how to dispose of it properly has arisen. Council or assistance in […]
“Is it morbid that we hang onto so much stuff that belonged to our dead companions?” Ambrosine rested her hands on her hips as she stared at clutter in her basement. The house itself was a relic of the dead–a small manor house in Stormwind, as opposed to the farm she actually lived on. It […]
A painful ringing. Kanta��_s head throbbed as he gasped back to consciousness. He sat up with a start in a pool of his own sweat. No longer in his armor, nor in the place he was on the floor, Kanta laid in his bed with a thin sheet over his body. ��_Father!��_ A younger kaldorei […]
Bixink wandered through Stormwind on her way to the tram, busily organizing all of her materials for the 12th time. Truly annoying at times this organizing – which was why she�d trained the doomguard for it. Though his size did limit his manual dexterity it allowed for more profuse amounts of constituents to be moved […]
Previously: Another Round, Barkeep Snow ——————– Greywatch bustled with activity under the high noon sun. While patches of snow still remained scattered throughout the camp from the winter storm that had swept in from the bay the night prior, the day grew older and the last vestiges of the storm began to vanish. “Strike! Strike! […]
A deep breath. Kanta inhaled sharply as he removed a piece of steel from his forearm with a pair of tweezers. Shrapnel had managed to lodge itself into his arm in his most recent battle. He sat back in his chair, taking a moment to flex his fingers and arm to ensure everything felt correctly. […]