Fanciful Visions Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Putress arrived at Orgrimmar by zeppelin. He grimaced as he stepped off the loading ramp. Orgrimmar was so hot, so dry. It always made him self-aware of his decay and odour. He rummaged in his pack and produced a bottle of liquid. He had prepared for such an issue and masked his stench with the […]

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Wallaroo’s Journal: Westgarde

Wallaroo lay on the bed, curled up in sleep. Stirring, slightly, as dawn approached, and the soft, cool air of Westgarde blew in.  Her dreams had been odd. Half remembered, voiceless, and all but sightless, vague images that drifted across her vision as she drifted through sleep. They were not the sharp, cruel images of […]

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Dichotomy

In a particularly quiet corner of the Blue Recluse, two draenei sat across from one another. One was immediately recognizable by most Templars as Vindicator Zaanthe; a great blue bundle of plate armor and sour frowns. Across from him, however, was a new face–yet somehow, she was familiar. Nigh-white shoulder-length swept neatly into a side […]

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Cold Front

WARNINGS: Abuse, torture, starvation, mindfuckery, conditioning, graphic gore and violence, cannibalism, slavery, wanting to die, dehumanization, mentions of PTSD. The hour was late as Cael padded softly up cold stone steps to begin her shift on an even colder wall overlooking the bay in Westguard. Watch duty was a fact of life; everyone had to […]

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Aunne: Contrasts

Contrasts:   �Show them.�  The voice that spoke was in her mind � and the minds of the other Knights � but there was no gainsaying it.  It caused her very bones to resonate, her muscles moving of their own volition even before her conscious mind took note of it.  The two other Knights took […]

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[Snapped] Rise

Related: Letter to Arialynn – Official )) A letter arrived and oil burned. Late nights passed, cycling after ceaseless days. The lanterns and torches of the war room burned night and day, the doors revolving around men and women running messages. Finally, letters from the Rose pen emerged, one addressed to the Rose and posted within […]

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Fanciful Visions

People gossiped. They always gossiped about royalty but more so in recent days. Some thought it was shameful, some openly expressed disgust. Varian gave a shake of his head. It mattered not what the nobility and others though. He had finally found happiness in those lustrous golden locks. He smiled. There was a six year […]

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Memories of the Past

((Hope to make a series of these where it will cover what parts of Sinual’s past she struggles with that affect her choices.)) Sinual finds herself wandering around Silvermoon City, remembering what it was like when she was growing up. She walks passed where her home was�it has since been taken by a new family. […]

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Letter to Arialynn – Official

Miss Arialynn Dawnfield, of the Templars of the Rose, While we have had our differences over the influence Templars have had on orphans in the past years, we were pleased that Templars wished to take a small class on a short field trip. They get to travel so rarely outside of the primary adoption season […]

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{WOW} Another New Beginning

Maelstrome sat on top of the ruined tower, feet dangling over the crumbled parapet, eyes gazing over the abandoned remains of the town. Built by the combined effort of members of both the Alliance and Horde, Tranquility’s Watch had been meant to be a symbol of what could be, what peace would look like. It […]

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Tooth and Claw

She visited the night elves, in Darnassus, alone. It was something she felt had to be done by herself, though the death knight’s offer was kind indeed. Under the great sprawling boughs of a tree bigger than she could have possibly imagined but for seeing it herself, a whole civilization bloomed and thrived. One corner […]

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Aunne: A Simple Cup of Tea (Story)

(Auth. Note:  This is a bit of navelgazing, and for that I apologize.  When I set out to write this thing, I had other ideas – flashes of a different kind of action, different moments – but these seemed more appropriate, and the tone drifted quite a bit.  That said? It sort of had to […]

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Wallaroo: Aftermath

Wallaroo fell into the bed in the Templar’s Stormwind quarters, tired to a point she hadn’t been for…months.  Healing wasn’t her forte, but she knew the basics, she knew how to keep people alive. She’d had to keep Kanta alive. And, she thought, she’d just managed to do that, thank the spirits.  The realization slowly […]

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Travels of the Four, Part III: The Bulwark

Prelude to Part III: Travels of the Four, Part I: Displacement Travels of the Four, Part II: No Mercy ————- (Written by Jarrick) “Shields up, arrows!” Jarrick shouted over the roar of the marching outside the gate. Arrows rain down from somewhere unseen deep in the marsh, splintering wooden shafts and skewing steel tips down […]

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Travels of the Four, Part II: No Mercy

Prelude to Part II: Travels of the Four, Part I: Displacement —————- (Written by Sigmar) �No quarter! None!� The words were lost as blazing rock soared over Sigmar�s head � close enough to singe his scalp, he swore � and smashed into the torn grounds within Theramore�s walls. The earth shook, and the sky glowed […]

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Travels of the Four, Part I: Displacement

(Written by Sielic) The walls were lined with soldiers, the Alliance represented across the board. Night Elves drew their famous bows alongside Dwarves with their rifles. Gnomes hastily constructed contraptions of war while Draenei meditated and walked along the lines, blessing the Alliance soldiers in the name of the Naaru. Worgen and humans milled about, […]

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A Taste of Blood, Or What Is To Come

Fors woke up and stared at the ceiling. He had found temporary housing within Stormwind. He still did not have his answers, however. He sighed and his eyes shut again, images flashing across his awareness. He saw forests, cities, oceans, and more but he saw blood the most. Blood dripped at the corners of every […]

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Dented or Forged?

The bath houses of Westguard were both a luxury and a necessity. Fighting the vrykul and undead that roamed the area -and more recently, demons and their masters- left a certain odor behind, and for the sanity of all involved, it was really better to have a place where one could cleanse the grime of […]

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Aunne: The Box (Vignette)

The box was wooden, roughly crafted – perhaps a foot on a side, give or take an inch or two in each dimension.  Its inside was painstakingly padded with rather sumptuous (if a little stained and ragged) fabric and brown fur.  All-in-all, it was certainly a labor of love, and not much else, with exposed […]

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[WoW] The Silver Soldiers

It was grim work. Within the depths of Westguard Keep, patrolmen carried the lifeless into a torch-lit morgue. Rotted flesh melted from bone and meshed into the joints of the soldiers' armored hands. The collected dead were of souls long departed but bodies reanimated, their remains now mangled, with clothing tattered and limbs weathered away. […]

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The Path Less Traveled

Test”…W-What a mess,” Cael muttered with a sigh as she looked at the wreck of her armor. The rescue mission she’d volunteered for turned out to be a bit of a doozy, evidenced by her steel gear, now laid on a wooden table in front of her. The young woman herself, now in human form, […]

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Aunne: A Letter from Thaddeus Morne, Commander, to Justicar Arialynn (Vignette)

To: Justicar Arialynn  From: CMDR Thaddeus Mourne, Quartermaster’s Assistant   Justicar:  A certain number of odd requests have been tendered to the Quartermaster since the last guild meeting ,and I would very much like to offer a protest. While I am sure the Draenei woman is worthy of respect (And I use the term loosely- both […]

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Being Useful

“Take it back! T-Take it back!” shouted the red haired six year old, pummeling the older, larger child with her tiny fists. “You take- you take it back right now or I’ll beat you into the dirt!” Another boy, smaller, thin, pale and almost frail, tried to pull her off. He had a bleeding nose […]

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[WoW] Aunne: The Sunfish

Aboard the Sunfish, a small barque late of Pandaria, now at the outskirts of the Stormwind harbor, Aunne was pensive.  Truth be told, it wasn�t a feeling she enjoyed, classifying it with all of those other uncomfortable feelings that she�d uncovered over the last few years as �inconvenient� or �irritating� or just �not really nice, […]

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Sunset

Cael exited the keep and turned, seeking the dark corner with the bench she saw earlier. There it was. Concentrating on keeping her human form, she sat, and closed her eyes to listen, breathing deeply until her heart stopped hammering in her chest and the flush faded from her cheeks. Slowly, the six four ruddy […]

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