Ambrosine grew suspicious when she closed her eyes for a moment and the rest of her meal vanished. Or well, the steak portion had. She’d been eating outside, trying to divine some peace from the trees. She was a prairie girl at heart but…sometimes, it was better than stone walls. “Schneeflocke,” Ambrosine said, […]
The following is posted within the Fort, Westgarde, and other active outposts of the Rose. To the Templars of the Rose, Tonight, the fires and menace of the Blackrock Foundry are extinguished. Its bellows stand silent and smoke stacks belch nothing. Tonight, the Black Watch rallies triumphant, breaking the steel-clad back of the […]
Okay, so I left the…plushie at home on Azeroth, I thought, but I found it in the garrison. I must’ve packed it without thinking. That’s the only explanation. Or Zen has some…ridiculous contraption that creates elekk plushies to FOLLOW me. MAYBE HE DOES. Would he harass me that much? No…no…it’s…I just forgot packing it. Oh, […]
Where is it…where is it…where is it… The tavern above was filled with drinking and laughter as the gnome, dressed all in black, felt along the stone walls and flooring of the guest room. An unfortunate bystander rested unconscious on the floor nearby. She didn’t have time to feel sorry. Someone would come looking. […]
“Package for you.” Mallory smiled and turned toward Alphonse, tearing her attention away from her work for a moment. Alphonse carried a wooden crate, measuring about a foot on all sides. THIS SIDE UP was scrawled across every panel of the crate, with a “stamp” that looked like a cat’s paw. She knew just what […]
The following is left on the desk in Rann’s study on Draenor. Miss Rann, Sorry if this comes at a bad time. I know you’re probably busy and I know things are different than our first lessons, but if you’ll have me, would you take me as a student again? I want to […]
Security upgrade proposal Secrecy level: High TOTR leadership only. Purpose: Provide Fort Kickass and Westguard security personal with new tools, technology and training to better counter threats facing the Templars of the Rose. Summary: The types of threats our security personal face can no longer countered by everyday guardsmen. In order to […]
((Part of Sielic’s Snapped campaign.)) “Morning mail,” the courier announced as he strode into the room, the door closing behind him. A young man with a clean-shaven face, he carried himself with an assured gait of youth. “Thank you, Alphonse.” Arialynn did not rise from her desk but greeted the courier with a nod. Atop […]
“Eleven! Twelve!” Tock continued his attacks on the training dummy, mentally checking his stance and posture as he did so. It felt awkward… The stance Robin had guided him into felt unnatural, his legs stretched at odd angles. He felt off balance, but did his best to keep it all straight. “There!” Oxplow […]
Robin sat staring at the book on the table—the book that had ruined everything. The book that could never be destroyed—never be erased. The fear…the lies…so many lies. ——————————————————- Snow and frigid air blew into Ceera’s toasty lab as she threw the metal door open. She paused, staring at the white-haired gnome man […]
“Welcome to the Peak of Serenity!” Tock’s new gnome friend said, holding her arms out to her sides. Tock spun around, marveling. They stood within a building that must have been incredibly ancient, and yet incredibly sturdy. There were signs of stress and age in the smooth, worn stones that made up the floor […]
To Warden-Commander Naevis Moonwhisper, You are invited to the Templars of the Rose compound on Old Draenor to discuss this matter in the evening of the 15th. You will be guided to our location by a scout bearing a maltese cross. Signed, Lightbearer Arialynn Dawnfield Justicar, Templars of the Rose
The fire in the hearth cast long shadows against the walls of Arialynn’s quarters. A single candle lit the table where the lady knight stooped over, several books open and surrounding a single blank parchment. Dipping her pen into the ink well, Arialynn set the tip to paper. A few lines later, her pen struck a few […]
Tock grumbled to himself as he studied his notes. He had come to Stormwind feeling sure that something would inspire him, but so far he had nothing worthwhile. He’d never make it on his own as an inventor if he didn’t find something. Ninety-nine years in Dun Morogh had worked his creativity into a rut… […]
Interrogation report Subject: Featherlance ‘Silvergear’ Date: April 8th Synopsis of findings: Attempts to track down any of the prisoner’s family relations proved unsuccessful. The family name ‘Featherlance’ is extremely common. Investigations into the reputation of the ‘Silvergear’ identity has confirmed many of the prisoner’s claims. Silvergear is a class […]
I’m starting to get really upset at Zen. I know he won’t admit to moving my plushie all over the place, but he keeps putting it under tables and on railings. Someone is going to mess it up and it’s SO cute. And it squeaks! The most adorable squeak! And today I find it […]
….okay. So…uhm. Either Zen is right or he’s being really mean. It…it…it showed up at Star’s house! I left it on Draenor. Is he following me? That must be it…he was here, too, last night. I could’ve sworn I heard it squeak by itself. IS HE IN THE HOUSE? OH NO, NO. He wouldn’t […]
"I hope you're right about this." Mallory's lips spread into a smirk in the flickering candlelight at Aertemis' words. "You're only saying that because you know I'm right. You hope I'm wrong," she pointed out in a breath, barely even a whisper. Aertemis shook her head from the far corner of the room, shrouded […]
It's been a few days since all that Nether insanity. And I've been spending a lot of time studying and on engineering. It feels nice to relax. I really love the plushie that Sage gave me. It's really nice to cuddle at night when I'm sad and missing Romind and home. But someone keeps moving […]
Zen, This is Robin. There was some influence in Ida, but it was inactive and I got rid of it. There isn't a need for a blood sample, but some weird things did happen. Tell you later… Your fr–*scribbles* fellow Templar, Robin
Robin stared at the woman in red standing in the center of the room. She felt hatred surge through her more strongly than she had felt for some time. Before her stood a person whom took lives and played games with them. The red woman had taken souls from people until they had faded away […]
Rann shook, still staring blankly at the ceiling, still unaware of how she had gotten to bed. The last thing she remembered was stepping through Kageseji's portal from Claret's school in the Twisting Nether, and setting down the unconscious Idella inside the Templars' mage tower in Draenor. She remembered feeling nauseous, and collapsing from exhaustion […]
Jamethera dragged herself back to the camp–since neither Illyana nor her sister were Templars, and the mood was still rather paranoid, she was out of the walls more often than not. "Jam. What happened?" The warrior looked up from the fire. The hunter stopped, her brain too fuzzed to think much. She wanted sleep more […]
Recently I have had more time to take notice of this world, Draenor. I had mostly ignored it while fighting my way through the Iron Horde. However now that I stop to look at this world I find myself enjoying it. Something about it, and it’s still mostly wild […]
NOTE: This is how Sage and I RP outside of the game. With just minor corrections and fixed typos, and consistency applied to tense (we slip back and forth between present and past tense), this is practically a copy-and-paste from one of our RP sessions on Google Hangouts that we just bounce back and forth […]