((Mo's Character Development story prompts got me thinking a bit about the more off-screen moments in Arialynn's life and one of her habits that few know about: she likes Gilnean brandy. A handful of Templars know this and have even given a bottle as a gift. Here are some of the reasons she likes it. It's also […]
Maliki finished boxing up the last Thermal Anvil in the guild vault and stamped them for Westfall. She was sending them to her Lord Alekxandar because the guild had little need for them and his love for free things was almost as well known as his hatred for giving free things away. "There last one…I […]
A hoof clapped against the stone path, faint for such a collision. The hoof rose and proceeded forward, alternating in steps. The hooves were dusty from a long journey, but proved to be a raven black beneath the layers. As one took note of the legs attached to the hooves, they appeared well muscled […]
"What is born of the light of knowledge I release by the light of knowledge." Once. "What is born of the light of knowledge I release by the light of knowledge." Twice. "What is born of the light of knowledge I release by the light of knowledge." Three times. A book, the book, materialized on […]
The sun rose spilling its warmth across the desert sands. Papa still sat with the Sandfury speaking idly and thanking them for their great hospitality. He looked up as one that had been sent to fetch his belongings returned returned bearing his effects and a thick cloth and rope. “Ya right mon, ah can see […]
The dim light of the moon shone over Moonglade, cutting through the leaves and shimmering onto the lake below. The trees were still as not a single sign of any sort of wind showed itself this night. Moonglade was almost terribly silent, as though not a single life stirred through the glade. Kanta Wildsabre sat […]
Mosur wandered the broken jade columns of the forest. Somewhere out here the mage Eibon had buried or sealed away a tome of Light. At least that's what the journal he fingered in his pocket said. He’d forced himself to search no longer than an hour and perhaps some change a day, though Saashenka mentioned […]
At this time of morning, Nighthaven was usually still. Fairly late for those of nocturnal leanings, and those who mingle in the day had yet to rouse. The only disturbance in the glade’s perpetual twilight was a large, and ambling grey yak, who could not decide whether grazing or sleeping was more important. The creature’s […]
Papa returned to find Mooshki’s body resting amongst a pile of body pillows and fine furs. He gave a nod to the leader who smiled at the now clean and finely dressed witch doctor. They had put him in fine desert silks and applied gold leaf to his tusks, washed and rebraided his hair along […]
"Dah Drakkari be dah one dat will take part ah deh loa’s trials, proving worthy dat him hear dah words and requests ah him. Proovin’ ‘er strength ta not one but t’ree ah deh great Primal loa ‘er will be deh sacrifice ta deh death loa. Ah offerin ta him, one dat bested dah trials […]
A pair of Sandfury ladies brought out plates of food, they set them in front of the leader, Papa, and Mooshki. With a bow they retreated again and the conversation continued with Papa recounting the deeds of Mooshki at all three of the Primal loa’s altars with occasional commentary from her. They both ate and […]
Papa sneered as the Sandfury took him by the upper arms and lead him away. They pulled Mooshki in another direction separating the two for questioning. There was more than enough of them and too many with spears to warrant trying anything stupid. They lead him along to a hut and forced him down to […]
She walked beneath the trees of Moonglade alone. The glade was immune to night. Instead, its sky was a perpetual twilight that bathed the land below in soothing turquoise and green. But beneath the trees, the twilight dimmed to its closest shade of night with purples and blues. Her bare feet silently passing over the […]
“Don’cha know ya puttin’ ya self in dangerous company Drakkari?” The thick gravelly voice came. There was a pause in his speech but no time to talk. “ ‘Ow well dah ya really know dis mon? Deh Papa, Zul’Sowdi?” The form of the witch doctor, Zul’Khan, began to take shape before her. He sat cross […]
Mosur struck out with his fist again connecting with one of the thick trees not far from Westguard. He had lost count after about fifty punches, Koryander had told him to do a hundred a day. Mosur had gone outside the walls of Westguard not wanting anyone to see what he felt was a silly […]
((I needed to share this, because it was quite possibly one of my favorite things to write, and quite frankly, I'm surprised I'm still alive after what i did to Taldrus' character. But it was so worth it.)) Drastic Measures Goldshire. It wasn’t exactly a blistering boil on the face of Azeroth. No […]
Smiling Jim pub nights often make for interesting events, whether it be through Alekxandar's patented JUSTICE or dare, Harple's trickery of drunken rogues, or any other of a wealth of events. This day, however, seemed to be on the opposite end of the spectrum. Captain Kelaani stood not far from a table […]
The trolls danced into the night and ate the sweet meats of sacrificed animals. Cups ran full with fermented juices and magical concoctions of which Papa assured Mooshki were safe to drink. The drums thundered through the Vale keeping a lively even pace. The bonfire roared rising high into the night sky as the flames […]
After arriving in Stranglethorn and finding his hut there broken into, Papa and Mooshki tracked down the witch doctor responsible for the tiki who’s curse struck the Drakkari. After finding and fighting the witch doctor and his zombie guardian the curse was finally broken in his death. Questions remained unanswered, but even words can be […]
The port city was established on Kalimdor as a symbol, a hope that the Alliance and Horde can coexist peacefully in this world. Perhaps that is what made it an attractive target to Garrosh Hellscream. But despite standing as a beacon of peace, Theramore was still widely known for its impenetrable defenses — and indeed, the city […]
((All of Lyta's diary entries from the ERN. Posting the back log as one.)) The book is clearly handmade, and by someone incredibly deft at such work, without the aid of technology or magic. It's pulp pages are sewn together with twine, and the binding and backing is made of thick, cured bark and leather. […]
Originally posted Feb. 11, 2011. There are few times when I linger enough to doubt myself. I claim no reason for this habit other than it being born of my father, a man who doted little on things outside of necessity. And yet from time to time I think of things outside myself that are […]
Originally posted April 11, 2011. Stormwind weaves many threads, but the pattern briefly came together the day of the cultist execution. Many parties showed their true colors, most prominently the cult, which did us the favor of sniping specific targets within a large crowd. The execution was poorly conducted, the crowd bordering on riot, but […]
Originally written April 12, 2011. A confirmation. Marksman Kanta Wildsabre is dead, and we know the name of his murderer. But the reasons for his death, the decapitation of his body and location of his head are still mysteries. When recounting the night of his death, Anarial stated that the Marksman carried no weapon, suspected […]
Originally written April 14, 2011. Stormwind acted as an anchor tied to my feet tonight, and I do not see that role changing in the future as long as political players remain at hand. I saw for the first time the value of information within the city, how it is a currency bellied by […]