Things have changed. Thing have changed and now I have to adjust, and quickly. Prelaid plans have been disrupted by new information. The trial has been moved. Perhaps it would be easier to see the next move in the game if I hadn’t entered the game as a player. Does only the one know I’m […]
August 4th, Year 30, 51 Days before the Invasion of Pandaria “Miles, honey, we’re going to be late if we don’t get out the door!” He examined himself in the mirror one last time before straightening his bow tie and flashing a toothy grin to make sure nothing was caught in his teeth. “Coming, dear!” […]
The game had defiantly taken a turn during the meeting he’d had with Sielic that evening. It was clear to him Sielic was a planner, he would have been a worthy opponent. The number of steps ahead he had planned were wrapped up in the facade of insanity he portrayed and even Mosur wasn’t sure […]
Nikala squinted, making sure the beam was straight. It was important to be certain everything lined up properly. It’s nice, she mused as she assembled the walking assembly and started to weld the first connection, to be able to use your schooling for something. While others were putting up fancy woodwork upstairs, she was building […]
Mosur returned much later than even he had expected, the conversation between him and Sielic had gone on for over an hour and he had much to think on. Surprisingly or perhaps not he had agreed with much of what the Scout had to say and the riddles he had used were amusing. He didn’t […]
((This entry was originally written and posted on the ERN on September 5, 2011. I just felt like posting it again, because it’s one of my favorites. For context, it takes place just after the Firelands raid became available. Jander had just left the Phantom Legion a few weeks earlier, following the conclusion of the […]
“Mrrrph-” grunting “-son of a- motherless-” grunt, breathless curse “-Lightforsaken-” the Westguard dwarf swore, then, as the half-burned timber, still smoking in the chilly arctic air, fell from her fingers. It hit the muddy ground with a sullen, wet splop. A shadow loomed over both dwarf and timber. The cook looked up just in time to […]
One of the things she knew, far better than most, was that tomorrow was not a certainty. Which, she also knew, given her potentially largely immortal current state, was likely the oddest thing she was certain of. It certainly eclipsed the true nature of rabbitkind, so painstakingly learned, and at such great cost. It was […]
Broken chains and manacles hung from the Marksman��_s wrists loosely as he stood within the center of Westguard. The kaldorei had been granted temporary freedom by Koryander Emberstone, a longtime friend of Kanta��_s who had undying loyalty to the former prisoner. She had spoken that she needed Kanta��_s talent to help find the Justicar. She […]
Officer’s Journal # 1138 I’m sitting here in my office, putting my signature on parchment. Always signing off on something. Or stamping a proposal by one of my senior officers. Or using my GM seal on wax for official orders to be distributed. Not out in the field, where the shouts of men and women […]
Even with the biting Northrend winds whipping around the exposed cliffside, the familiar stench of a battlefield hung heavily over the Templar settlement. That combination of blood-soaked soil, rapidly decaying flesh, burnt wood and active pyres was unmistakable to any seasoned adventurer of Azeroth. Destruction and bloodshed on this scale was nothing new to Janderius, […]
She stood in the shadow of the keep wall and counted down the seconds in her head. Exactly eight minutes after Sielic entered the keep, she nodded to James and he gave the signal. The previously quiet courtyard erupted in chaos as the Loyalists attacked. She moved around the edges of the battle, keeping to […]
The Marksman coughed heavily, removing his Sentinels tabard from his chest and leaving the bare, under armor of leather and cloth he typically wore underneath his chainmail vest. Smoke had begun to fill the cells of the Westgaurd barracks basement, and this lead to the prisoner Marksman to wait. Typically, Thraeda would have been outside […]
The sun had begun to set as Sielic approached Westguard. The guards on duty at the gate recognized him. The signal went up and the turncoats acted. The gate was soon open to Sielic and his escort. The first target was the Keep. The action was silent, undiscovered by the loyalists so far. Turncoats led […]
The halls of Ironforge were as vast as ever, and on a day like today with a blizzard roaring outside, being nearby the massive forge made things even better for the Khaz Modan based populace. A particular Dwarf had been in the old libraries for what seemed like days, perhaps even weeks. The former brew-slinging, […]
The razor-cold air acted as another weapon; the living moved slower, were less eager. Were that much quicker to die. The battle turned into a route which turned into a slaughter. *Kill them all.* The Lich King’s omnipresent voice whispered, slithered, sent its vessel forward on its deathcharger in pursuit of the fleeting figures. *No […]
To the Blood of the Rose, I found a way to contact Zasheena safely through an Ally, Salena Kingston-Sorrowgrave. She has fought the “Doctor” long before the Rose and has been beneficial to better learn the identity and habits of Zasheena’s supposed resurrector and now benefactor. She also has reliable means to contact Zasheena. I […]
Justicar, I am reaching out to you to let you know that the Blood will be sending someone to speak with the Marksman. We will be sending Saratega, and I myself will be accompanying her. She will be the least bias in this situation we feel and getting the complete truth is our goal. We […]
Mael sat on the edge of the shattered tower and watched the waves roil and heave. A storm slid across the waters, far out but moving closer, grey sheets of rain blending with the grey ocean, creating the illusion of a single mass the color of a rotted corpse. It’s too good to be true, […]
To the Blood of the Rose, Zasheena’s murderer has been found and confessed to the crime. I regret to report that it was a Templar: Marksman Kanta Wildsabre. This is not his first time spilling your blood. The Templars now move to convene a tribunal with all evidence of her murder and the Marksman’s intent. […]
To all Templars, Marksman Kanta Wildsabre has confessed to the slaying of a Blood in our sister order, Blood of the Rose, and daughter of Templar Sage. He is interned in Westguard until his tribunal. There are no permitted visits to the Marksman aside from kin, victim, victim’s kin, and Templars and Bloods directly involved […]
Maelstrome sat on the edge of the ruined tower and stared across the waves at the nothingness beyond. Her thoughts jumped around, as they were wont to do. They were, after all, the thoughts of several. That went well. It’s good to know we can still trust the Lightbreaker. Can we? She’s holding back information […]
(( Following the events of Blood Open RP Night. )) Related: Snapped Arialynn Dawnfield returned to Westguard at a late hour, the night sky marked with aurora swirls that nearly blotted out the brightness of the moon. Withdrawing into the morgue, she resumed a grim duty: Identifying a small-framed body laid carefully on the table. […]
scene: a darkened stage, lit so only the front of is visible enter narrator stage right. as he speaks, enter spectator stage left. narrator: Witness, friends, this gathered… spectator: What are you doing? narrator: How does it appear? I am telling this tale. spectator: Well, yes, I see that. but what’s up with this format? […]
The following is a transcript of my interview with Nikala Sunscryer, Death Knight and… “That’s Necrotized Chevalier, if you please.” I…what? “Necrotized Chevalier, not Death Knight. Not all of us go around killing all the time.” I…very well, I apologize. Where was I…Nikala Sunscryer of the Templars of the Rose. You are a gnome, correct? […]