[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 McBride, I am sorry if this letter is unwanted. I know you were not happy to see us at first. […]
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 with a little nick in the leather of her gauntleted hand as she put it with the […]
[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 about it and I thought maybe I could look in places you had […]
[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 been very busy and the demon has been very [scratchout][scratchout][scratchout] annoying and making lots of problems and hurting […]
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 she absolutely did not in any way sniffle, or wipe at her eyes, as she folded her blanket […]
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 for stealth more than this moment – sneaking in, as she was, well after midnight into rooms that were already […]
“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 windows on the field table (made of the remnants of a pair of naga footmen) and the crackling maps unrolled across its uneven […]
(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 inopportune times. There’s something about them that’s so refined and unexpected, especially given how rough and vicious… and singleminded.. their kind can […]
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 pulls her blanket over her head. “go ‘way.” “Nuh uh. I want her and you to be happy […]
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 cliff�s edge to the other, which was more than could be said for his soldiers. They […]
“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 his stomach, holding his midsection. The staff came in down through the slats and hit him solidly […]
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. The peaceful refrain was disturbed periodically by the sound of the druid sleeping amongst the roots, her limbs twitching in response […]
{{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 ink is slightly different every few paragraphs, as if she stopped and started multiple times, writing it in sections.] Aunne, I do not mind if you write me […]
(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 spoilers!) The Way turns before you, though the gate is barred. Ahead, the Key brings […]
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 writer gave up on spelling and went with phonetics, but it’s fairly legible. Barely. Helo, Sahry abowt tha kut to […]
[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 but I would like to apolgize for my behavir erlier. I do not know […]
[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. [scratchout][scratchout] I did not meen to make you feel badly. I hope you are not unhappy with me. I apresheeate […]
(Just a side-story – written from Ari’s writing prompt. This is things as they could have been, had Zenzorem been a little subtler… and Aunne gotten her wish. It’s definitely written very quickly, and I’ll likely be revisiting it for edits – but I wanted to post it anyway. Sorry, Zen, for borrowing the […]
Delivered via SI:7 dispatch, priority, arriving late (Sunday) night to the first person that can be pegged as an officer within the Templars that the courier – a gnome on a flying machine – can find… mostly likely through one of Acele’s orderlies or the Alliance officers at Greywatch. To the officers of the Templars […]
*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 apologize, but you have nothing to be sorry for. When you reacted how you […]
Her figure far less gaunt than it was weeks prior, Idella was dressed in the fur-lined robes suited for Westguard. Cobblestone and permafrost walls surrounded her as she worked deep in the dungeon deeps of the stone keep. Pinching the wick between her fingers, Idella lit a single candle and set it on the floor. […]
His limbs ached, reminding him of the agony he�d suffered though the torture had stopped hours before, the applications of pain spaced just far enough apart so that every blow felt new and fresh with none overlapping to dull the sense of the next. Leering faces, hideous laughter, derisive taunts accompanying each new violation of […]
Warden Thelwater”s keys clanked heavily against his armor as he walked the halls of the stockade. With all the excitement in the last month, the cells of Stormwind’s prison were full of lunatics and scum. To the warden’s left, a deathknight shrouded in black pitted armor followed. His presence unnerved the inmates as he passed. […]
Nightfall. The stars are out on a clear sky, shining and winking intermittently. A low breeze is blowing, accompanied by the sounds of waves crashing against a rocky shore. An abandoned campsite is seen on the cliffs; an unlit firepit dark with burned wood and ringed with flat stones. A small cave behind, ostensibly a […]
[The paper folded and sealed with wax, written very shakily, but sharply, ink dug deep into the parchment. There’s droplets of tears or rain, a smudge or two of ink, and a strange sickly smell to it just barely detectable, like old vomit and medicines. It gets significantly more shaky the longer it goes on.] […]