“Do ya ‘ave yer books?” “Aye…yes, miss Issy.” “An’ yer wee sword?” “Yes, miss.” “An’ ya know what ta do if some bug…person tries to grab ya, or if a boy plays too rough?” “Yes, miss. I have to ask them to stop or scream and then kick ’em inna fork like you said.” Isolde […]
In all the chaos of the Legion invasion, the murders are easily overlooked. After all, no one particularly liked the doomsayers. Trouble and troublemakers both, they are, rabblerousing at all hours of the night, muttered the townsfolk of Stormwind. True, the scene itself wasn’t pretty; lime decked the walls like a deranged painter thought they’d […]
A series of dispatches arrives at Greywatch together, in the hands of a young highmountain Tauren who spends a day recovering and resupplying before leaving again. [To Arialynn]: Arialynn – The Grand Marshall was with the Feltotem, but the demons have taken him. I am trying to learn where it is they are going now, […]
“If you are going to disassociate every time you fight now, this is going to get awfully difficult.” Mina was proud that she’d found the word for it. The druid was perched on the fence at Ambrosine’s farm, watching the horses graze. Even Justice wandered around and casually lipped at the grass, not that he […]
There was only one thing for it, really. There could be no holding back here. At least I don’t feel the least bit guilty about killing demons. Ambrosine drew her runeblades, Rue and Woe. They were truly named, those swords: she did, in fact, bitterly regret and mourn every time she had to wield them. […]
She sat, staring at nothing. There was no cloud this time, no golden light, no warmth. But there was a type of bliss, lost in ignorance, safety within the thick folds of madness. She was safe, here. The scars on her mind had been ripped anew, and it was too scary, too raw, too…terrifying for […]
thump. thump. CRACKBOOMRATTLE “FUCK!!” She rattled off the bench and table she’d been draped over, bounced off the floor, swore (because godsdammit she’d fallen asleep in her plate AGAIN, well, drunkenly fallen asleep) and then crashed in a pile against a chair as the screams and the crashing and the rattling of pint mugs tumbled […]
[Carefully written on thick parchment, with perhaps more care than other letters:] Dear Sielic Your name is verry hard to spell. I spelled it Silek for the first cupl of times. [scratchout] I am not good at spelling or writing. But the JUSTICAR says I need praktis. Like wepons. You must do it to get […]
[In Cael’s usual poor handwriting, on thick, unfamiliar parchment:] Dear Mosur Hello. I am in PANDARIA now. IT IS SO PRITTY HERE. Mosur you need to see how pritty it is here. Wei was rite. The pandarin are very frenly and keep[scratchout] trying to feed me things. I do not know how to tell them […]
[Written in a careful, unpracticed hand; the paper looks like it got crinkled once then as straightened out.] [scratchout scratchout] Dear Etsiona: I am sorree I ran away from you. You scarred me. I can not think very well when I am scarred. I am confussed. I do not know what I did to make […]
[Written on half a sheet of parchment in black ink, with the occasional smear:] Dear [scratchout] Blackwald I am in PANDARIA. It is SO PRITTY here. There are pink flowers evry where. The whole trees are pink flowers. It is green and warm. I have seen TIGERS. They are cats with orinj and [scratchout] black furr. They […]
[This letter is written on a clean, unwrinkled sheet of parchment, likely not the first draft, judging from the very careful wording.] Dear [scratchout][scratchout][scratchout] Ezreella I an verry sorry I do not know how to spell your name properly. I am not good with reading or writing. I am verry sorry. I [scratchout] should of asked befor I went […]
Aunne chafed at the summons, when it came – it could not have been more inconvenient, more unwelcome; her search, crisscrossing over the broken hills of Stormheim, was paramount, and this… this was an irritation, a reminder of the wider war that she had no interest in until Etsiyona was found. However, when the Highlord […]
Nightpetal groaned. In her (admittedly sheltered, short) existence, she’d never felt quite so drained. Everything hurt. Her -fur- hurt. Plus, it was covered in sticky, red mud that abjectly refused to go anywhere, even when she subjected it to a solid hour of scrubbing in exceedingly, vindictively cold mountain brook water that gurgled in an […]
Dearest Kuru’nai – I am so very sorry I have been gone for so long, yes? There is always something else, and it is not a good excuse, but I am doing good for now, and it is very hard to just stop. I will come home again soon, when Etsiyona is found, but I […]
(The parchment this comes on is battered and water-stained, and looks like it’s been dragged through the mud at least once. In fact, the Alliance messenger this was on fell to Vrykul in Stormheim, and his missives were delayed by some time. This was tucked in among supply reports and overdue intelligence regarding action in […]
The carved runes glowed only dimly there, in the rock, as Aunne, her piecemeal armor creaking with the motion, kneeled to touch them with gauntleted fingers, frost slowly spreading over the stone next to the dried, sluggish blood in the runes themselves. “Give him back.” The Draenei’s hollow voice nearly whispered each word, considering each […]
Previously: Shattered Mind, Severed Soul, and the Long Road to Redemption ——————– Tick… Tock… Tick… To–… A knock at the door brought his thoughts back to reality. Jarrick looked at the door, his hands clasped behind his head. The hour was late and he didn’t expect to have any visitors so late. Regardless, he obliged. […]
My brothers and sisters, Currently we stand at the precipice of our first challenge as a collective group. I will be direct so there are no misconceptions in what lies ahead. One of our own has gone rogue and turned to the Legion. I ask you to recall Kooth, the illiterate fellow tied to Mister […]
To all those who bear the Fateshifter name. It�s rare I take time to write these days and given the threat we now face I fear I may not have an opportunity to do so in the future. I take time now to write this message for my wife, my children and all future Fateshifters. […]
((Note: Salty language within.)) Jamethera�s primary thought during the battle on the Broken Shore: I love too many people. —— The Legion. Again. What will you take from me now, assholes? Rage and despair both choked her. Her mother had died fighting these demons. Why couldn�t they just stay gone? She’d brought Schneeflocke with her […]
Demons were closing in on all sides. The retreat had been called as nothing more than words shouted against the Horde�s horn blaring in the distance. �FALL BACK!� The command had finally reached her position. �FALL BA-� A loud thump resonated in the area, shaking the ground as bone and skin popped. A demon, unlike […]
She was happy. She remembered that much, at least, in those last, precious few moments. Her mind was wide open, free and clear. She could see love, and felt it, she could feel the sun on her face, and the laughing dance of sparks on her fingertips. The newly grown fire, banked and now burning […]
Brandy walked down the sleepy main road leading through Westfall, toward the settlement at Sentinel Hill. She looked down at the letter in her hands one more time, wondering who this person might be…and whether she was walking into a trap. A warlock with her voidwalker out in the open would stand out like a […]