“How did you get so brave?” the tiny pandaran asked. “An angry human killed me,” the Draenei answered, with a smile, “and then I got better.” She reached out with a heavy gauntlet, rimed in frost, and… booped the little pandaran’s nose. “You are safe now, yes?” The young female looked left. Right. The cave […]
�Saashenka is a petite thing. She is just very small. Wide hips though because Draenei, and p sure they�re just built that way because tail and space goat legs.� �Hypolyta is just BIG. Errywhur. TIG OL BITTIES. WIDE HIPS. THUNDER THIGHS. Hour glass figure, but her waist is thicker because lol muscle, so it�s an […]
Issy bit her lip, fussing and worrying. This was…new, new and unpleasant. She didn’t *like* being uncertain. Himself seemed to be in a bad way, had been ever since the news about the girl him and Konse had known, and gods knew the battle hadn’t helped…she thought. And of course he had to go get […]
Fire and blood. Isoldei paid the mage his fee and was off to Northrend before the magic had finished cooling her heels. She grabbed the extra lined cloak out of habit rather then need; her face was burning and she needed somehow and something to burn off the heat. She glanced up at the towers […]
Oddities in Stormwind tonight. My routine visit to the Recluse for tea included an unexpected but pleasant talk with a chipper demon hunter. New to the call, he was surprisingly cheerful about a demon hunter’s dark work. We met after he fell to the floor in some ungraceful fashion. He claimed a miscreant knocked him […]
Isolde shifted uneasily, hunched on a branch on a tree somewhere in the woods to the south and east of Wintergarde. Where he’d… She shook off the thought. Focus. It was a tad warmer here, but with the rain dripping past her muzzle, the rustle of the leaves as water and wind tossed them, the […]
Wolves. Her blood burned, and the shades fled. Wolves. Fear and blood. Issy tossed and turned in her bed as the memories and the nightmares assaulted her again, as they had so long ago now. Or not that long, by other’s measure, for she was still young. Wolves. Shivering during one bad night when she’d […]
Departing the inn, the night’s relieved revelries were left behind. The grandiose speeches and bravado faded as the lady knight ascended the hill towards the barracks. Preferring the cot the to inn’s more spacious bunks, Arialynn took comfort in the familiar frugality. Pausing in her night routine, Arialynn took time to record the day’s events […]
Somehow, she had known There’d been movement about the keep earlier, but there always was, and far off on her cliff side perch she hadn’t been able to make out the figures wandering back down and behind her to the patch of sand. She’d even looked away, following her usual route, and then… a twitch, […]
Issy snatches up the note the moment she sees it lying in her quarters. Scowling, she very slowly, over the course of an hour, tries to read it. She misses a lot. Her hands shake a bit, in pretended outrage, embarrassment, and frustration. She has to read over a couple paragraphs, again and again, still […]
Lost. A whirlwind of pain and loss. Clouds. Water. Wave and foam. Skies. Hints of… lost. Losing. She shook her head, striking her temples with clenched fists. They wouldn’t be quiet, they wouldn’t they wouldn’t couldn’t… Hand on her back. Shook off. Nothing familiar. Crashing again. Waves. Sky overhead. She couldn’t feel. No centre. Thoughts […]
Snow lashed about her shoulders, tossed and whipped by a wickedly blowing wind. Another day, another night and moon rising as the eerie “night ghosts” of Northrend began their dance across the sky. The other lads of the convict camp called them that, and it seemed apt. Beautiful but so unnatural. Isolde could feel the […]
Related: Void The treads of her platemail boots left stark prints in the snow. The walk between the inn and keep was a welcomed one. Overhead, the aurora borealis was an eerie sight to some, but comforting to those expecting it. Arialynn’s breath left in thick puffs, crystalizing over her eyebrows and lashes. Oddly, the […]
Related: Lurking Memory News of Halonan’s disappearance cast a pall among the Rose at Wintergarde. The Blacksmith’s recent return brought a flurry of smiles and enthusiasm. Such news was rare in times when words such as the Burning Legion were so readily uttered on soldier’s lips. But as quickly as an old Templars face appeared, it was gone […]
The following journal entry is longer, but so badly misspelled and blotted with windblown dust, that a transcript follows: That gawl! That barstid! Sittin’ ‘ere, freezin’ me arse off, waitin’…waitin’ on ‘im. Searchin’. Ain’t fair, it is, that he spouts off about me bein’ a soldier and all and then I’m forced to act like […]
Days passed. Days. Janderius was up for nearly three days straight as he struggled to try and get a read on the missing Templar’s location. The eerie calm of the Deadwind Pass was far too quiet for him. Especially considering how many hours he had spent holed up there, stubbornly refusing to give up his […]
She huffed, burying her chin within the thick layer of fur around her face and throat. Even in worgen form, the cold was bitterly deep, and the extra layers were needed. After spending all that time in the scraps of leftovers Stormwind had left her, the solid clothing of the Templars was a blessing. Another […]
JOURNAL The neat lines flow freely and easily now, the Pandaren script elegant as before, each stroke placed carefully and with thoughtfulness. I am…happy. I am finally happy, after a fashion. For so long I lived in shadow, with only little glimmers of light shining through thick clouds of soot and dust. And every night, […]
Light crept across the floor as the lady knight lit the candle on her desk. The study within Wintergarde was far smaller than its Westguard counterpart, its walls filled with cold-weather necessities such as a pot-belly stove, piles of wood, and even a stash of wool blankets. Each room was individually stocked for the worst. […]
Isolde staggered out of inn with a few other Gilneans, drunk on the gin and rum and stout in celebration of All Hallows, and raised her bottle with a laugh and a shout. “To the portal!” She’d left Wintergarde, aye, catching a portal from a mage shipping supplies. This time of year was no time […]
It was almost dawn by the time the weary mage had made it home. The hidden Ashenvale treehouse was quiet and still, save for the barely noticeable sounds of Janderius slipping in through the balcony door. A torrential downpour was happening outside, and Jander was unsurprisingly soaked by said rain. Not only that, but he […]
The trip from the nearest portal anchor to Westguard was not a short one. The flight was made even longer by Janderius’s insistence on staying low and weaving through the treetops to reduce his exposure to the continent’s freezing winds at higher altitudes. Mr. Cinders, his faithful flame hippogriff, had just begun to show signs […]
Journal: Less a book and more a few scraps of spare paper and vellum, scrabbled together from what was lying around Wintergarde. The title, or at least the beginning of the piece, was written with ink but that material appears to have been abandoned in short order. The way the poorly spelled word is smeared […]
With a fire properly lit, nights at Wintergarde were mostly warm inside but with frigid cold lingering in every corner. Retreating into the keep against the bitter wind that bit against her cheeks and neck, Arialynn lit another fire in the pot belly stove of the barracks. A few moments later, a bundled young man […]
What in the sweet hells had she bloody well gotten herself into? Isolde looked up at the stars, so bright and clear this far north, laying her large paws behind her head, leaning back with legs crossed. Oh, no, staying out for the night was no issue, not at all, not after the couple of […]