[Rann] The Magic Will Tell

Rann paced in the living room of her Stormwind home, eyeing the windows and the front door. One arm was crossed in front of her chest as she paced, the knuckles on her other hand tapping her chin absently in thought.  “Question,” she said aloud to no one in particular. “If a woman enchants a […]

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Isoldei’s Story

She kicked back and lifted her feet up on a stool, swearing at the heavy woolen dress that restricted her movement. Cor, they weren’t kidding when the said the place was spartan. Proper clothing wouldn’t be up for a few days, and even then Isolde would have to apply rudimentary and rough sewing techniques to […]

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Isoldei’s Story

Isolde yawned and stretched out comfortably on the narrow bed. Military stock, to be sure, but it was warm, firm but comfortable, and the blankets were bloody well better then the scraps of furs she had been scrabbling about herself for the last few weeks. The thought caused a scowl to cross her face. Bloody, […]

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[Journal] Soldier

Halonan Orebender has returned. Listening to his words tonight, I am reminded of other times I spoke to him. The war is different than before as are the events that lead to tonight, but there was a bizarre familiarity yet comfort to this crossing of our paths. Perhaps it is because I too rarely see […]

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Wallaroo’s Thoughts / Journal

The hand that writes is much steadier now, and the script flows rather then stutters, pretty lines across the scroll. It is getting cold here, I think perhaps colder then it ever was back home. The turtle always did stay close to more temperate climates. I shiver, even when I am in thick robes, although […]

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Wallaroo’s Thoughts / Journal

I have seen a spark in my night.  Somone *understands*. I still think I have been very selfish. I haven’t tried hard enough to listen to the Justicar or my other friends, and it’s been so hard leaving the inn, or leaving my room. But they…I didn’t think they could understand. They must have been […]

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[Journal] Guard

The following is written in a leather-bound book and is normally kept securely in Arialynn’s Old Draenor study. The paper is blank and without lines, yet the script is neat and perfectly straight. For this entry, the journal is in present-day Azeroth, specifically Westguard. Related: We Were Soldiers )) Northrend brings many memories, most are at […]

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Wallaroo’s Thoughts

Wei lay curled in a large chair, a over stuffed, second hand thing her friends had dragged upstairs for her. She hadn’t left the inn since she’d arrived, well, hadn’t left Westgarde at all, and lately even leaving her room seemed so hard. Even in the evening when everything was quiet in the inn. Every […]

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Wallaroo’s Thoughts

She stumbled over the stones, feeling little pangs in the still tender flesh of her paws. Her feet were still sore… but she had to keep going, the dawn light would be soon and her masters would expect the flat bread to be ready, the breakfast stew to be hot . Wei sniffled and rubbed […]

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[Emma, Doradrassil, Mallory, Daldrin, Peter, Razboom, Rann] Looking Forward

Sorry for this taking awhile. As you can see, it contains almost all of my characters…everyone except Tock Plasmawrench, Ellye Axewrench, and Emily Fielder. Anyway, this is the post-Archimonde journal. Whenever the Archimonde fight happens to take place in timelines. I’ve kept it free of other specific storyline references, so that it can be just […]

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Before the Rose: Secrets of the Frozen North, Part I

Glacial winds whipped across Jarrick’s face as icy waves crested and crashed upon the bow of the ship.  With every passing minute the ice that coated the deck thickened while the sails grew stiff as snow and frozen rain gathered in its weave.  The wind was relentless.  Unbearable.  And one false move could spell disaster […]

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Wallaroo’s Thoughts

There was a memory… Other members of the Iron Horde often came to the Pit, usually for supplies, picking up the gigantic shipments of ore and raw materials to fuel the war machine. Once in a while other…sorts…would appear, whether the giggling and suspicious Laughing Skull, whom the overseers were trying to settle an uneasy […]

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The Forgotten Assassin

Ailke hung limply from the ceiling. Her wrists were long since rubbed raw. Occasionally, her captor would provide healing salves that seemed oddly druidic in nature. The only clothing she�d been allowed was a gaudy, awful, and now blood-stained bright orange cloth gown. Well, more a tattered piece of cloth than a gown, but it […]

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[Story] Fear

Idella’s head swam as her feet floated and stumbled over the cobblestone pavement. The arms that held her books clutched them to her chest in a vice grip — one nearly as tight as the invisible grip that hitched her breath and clenched her heart. She felt lightheaded yet rushed, like a person knowingly dizzy […]

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Wallaroo’s Thoughts

(( I figure I might as well makes this a place for her short stories/RP things to keep it organized, as well as actual journal entries, if that’s ok)) RP/STORY Wallaroo turned over on her bed so she could face the little guildstone resting on the little table by her pillow. A smile not often […]

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[Journal] Stormwind

The following is written in a leather-bound book and is normally kept securely in Arialynn’s Old Draenor study. The paper is blank and without lines, yet the script is neat and perfectly straight. For this entry, the journal is in present-day Azeroth, specifically Stormwind. I completed a physical and mental evaluation at Grand Marshal Acele […]

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[Story] Training

“Okay,” Idella spoke aloud. The room was filled with no one. “Okay.” Turning the pages for the fiftieth time, Idella poured over the text, diagrams, and numbers. Her throat hitched as she bated her breath, and she felt a nervous heartbeat thumping in her chest. Turning the pages for the fifty-first time, Idella finally closed […]

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[Journal] The Rose’s Wrath

The following is written in a leather-bound book and is normally kept securely in Arialynn’s Old Draenor study. The paper is blank and without lines, yet the script is neat and perfectly straight. For this entry, it traveled through the portal from Draenor to present-day Azeroth, specifically Westguard. My words will be brief tonight. The […]

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[Journal] Ripple

The following is written in a leather-bound book and is normally kept securely in Arialynn’s Old Draenor study. The paper is blank and without lines, yet the script is neat and perfectly straight. For this entry, it traveled through the portal from Draenor to present-day Azeroth. The Watch prepares. On every night before battle, I […]

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[Journal] Journey to Hell

The following is written in a leather-bound book and is kept securely in Arialynn’s Draenor study. The paper is blank and without lines, yet the script is neat and perfectly straight.  We retrieved a captive Templar tonight. Draenor has proven to be a harsh, unforgiving place. Though not as broken or torn as Outlands, it […]

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Writing Prompt: Happiness

For Lilya’s writing prompt on the ERRC — Happiness was an emotion that was scarce in the Marksman��_s life. For thousands of years, Kanta Wildsabre had dealt with the pain of losing his family, his closest companion, friends, allies, loved ones and those he trusted most. He had watched his mother and father slaughtered before […]

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[Story] Blurred Lines: Hidden

Related: Homebound The pair worked silently on their way through the jungle, the barest of glances acting as a guiding thread between them. As they arrived at their destination, their work was as decidedly swift: an arrow through the brush caught the orc’s attention and the Marksman continued his charade as a scout who clumsily […]

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Homebound

Some weeks had passed since the discovery of the body of the Sin��_dorei. The guildstone had blown up about the discovery of Sage��_s daughter. The body massacred and unable to be revived due to the way bone had been carved and cut out from the middle of the body��_s arm. Kanta and Anarial had ditched […]

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[Data Sheet] Thach Vexton – Engineer

Name: Thach Vexton Profession: Engineer Class: Gunslinger Species: Corellian Bounty: 15,000 Credits – Tatooine – Public Drunkenness, Lewd Conduct Aliases: None Last Known Location: Nar Shadda  

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[Rann] Judgment

Rann groaned, a stab of pain shooting through her body. Everything hurt… Her eyes fluttered sleepily open. Where was she?   A slender high elf leaned over her, her robes marking her as a priestess, the Kirin Tor crest emblazoned on a short stole hanging from her shoulder. "Ah, you're awake," she observed.   Rann realized she […]

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