Packing

Icecrown Seella busied herself packing her family’s belongings while her mind raced. The Scourge have returned She didn’t fault, couldn’t fault Ace for trying to protect her, but she also couldn’t help but feel a little angry at him.  He was retired.  When he learned something now, he didn’t have to keep it a secret […]

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Arrival

The slim elf strode through the streets of Stormwind with an easy confidence, her expression set as if on a singular purpose. Passers-by would glance at her and move on, her style of clothing seemingly not the norm for her kind, as any sign of exposed skin was hidden underneath layers of clothing. Stopping at […]

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Preparing

Enjoying the cool breeze as he rode the griffon from Stormwind, Acele briefly closed his eyes and smiled. Every day seemed a little calmer, a little more … normal since he had retired from active duty. After explaining his recent ‘condition’ to his peers and superiors, an offer was made for him to quietly leave […]

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Emergency Extraction Notice

The call goes out over the guild stone the moment word begins to spread that Azeroth’s state of tranquility has been interrupted once more. Alarms are raised across the world while an unknown force rips an unprecedent tear of reality across the skies of Northrend. Strange winged creatures descend upon the planet in overwhelming numbers, […]

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[GW2] — Whiteout

[cw: lil bit o’ gore] . . . Well. He’s done it now. Fiel was panting heavily, his ass in the dirt, the steam from the cooling bodies around him slowly rolling in the gelid breeze.   He had thought that the two armed soldiers flanking the supply runner had been the reinforcement. Logical: after […]

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Thraeda’s Camping Journal, entry 0

I’ve spoken with the Justicar, and now that N’zoth is gone, she’s given her blessing for me to take some time away from a combat role. So I’m hanging up my armor and my axe and my helmet and packing a simple pack, a bedroll, some camping supplies, a tent, and my da’s old rifle […]

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Mission: Doom Howl Ambush

The metal wreckage ground to a halt. One back wheel spun, free of the ramshackle tank treads the machine used to tear across Arathi. Doom Howl. The large tank was reminiscent of the machines Garrosh had crafted to defend Orgrimmar or the ones the Iron Horde had used to attack all of Azeroth. There were […]

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A Well Thought Out Plan

“My dearest Marge, You mean the world…no, not just the world, you mean the universe to me. From the moment of that kiss on the boat, I have been able to think of nothing but you. Or, almost nothing. I still feel it – the call of the Void. You are in my heart and […]

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How Tove is Coping with Drizzlewood

Tove lay on her bed and stared up at the gilded ceiling. Randulfr had gotten quite disgusted with her and sprawled across her chest. He would periodically lick her chin. There were a couple of things that might make her feel better. Going out for a good prowl. Cap’s company. But both of those things […]

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Redemption

Is there redemption for a coward? Caelius was not sure how his path had led him here, to the Drizzlewood Coast. It had been years since he had been among his own people, preferring the solitude of the road and the near-anonymity of one-off mercenary jobs. Yet, something called him to the Coast, to offer […]

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[GW2] — Jigsaw

[cw: gore] . . . He was sitting under a tree perched on the little outcropping overseeing the land below.  Drizzlewood was a gorgeous place. A little damp, but wild and mostly untouched. Was mostly untouched. Now his people’s “ancestral home” was pockmarked by the ravages of war… and his own.   Fiel was munching on […]

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[WoW][Chiro] Letters from Home

[Written in a neatish hand that slants from the speed at which it was written, and attached to several packages, addressed to the Lion’s Roar Inn, Elwynn Forest:] Dear Tyra, George, Landon, Sophie, and Martin: Hello! It’s me, Chiro! You’ll never guess where I’m writing you from!! PANDARIA! We made it there! And the war […]

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Second Thoughts (Snapped Aftermath Revisited)

Four years ago. Two weeks after the Templar imprisonment of Sielic Trugran. —— The impending launch had stirred up a moderate amount of commotion at Area 52. It wasn’t uncommon for rockets to be sent from the remote settlement into the twisting nether, but that didn’t make it any less exciting for the goblins that […]

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Questions for the Past

The Lion’s Pride Inn was sparsely populated. It was early in the day and there were few individuals inside. A table of would-be adventurers sat discussing the kobolds to the south, they’d grown in number since the gnoll problem had been all but wiped out. But aside from that, all was quiet. Mosur sampled a […]

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Blunder

[pt3: TW for Gore, Violence, be kind to your eyes]           Those seconds stretch to what feels like minutes as Gal sits in the mud, dust and splinters flying, and the Charr flicking back the hammer of his rifle and bringing it up, claw on the trigger. His eyes burn in […]

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Descending

Why do you run Why do you not trust the world What of the fire inside you, the heart. Is there anything left B O O M    The sniper aimed high, and for that she’s thankful. What she wasn’t thankful for was the sound that followed, causing Obon to cry out and drop a […]

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Burns

Tap. Tap. Tap. “Burn me.” The cold was rough here, this far north. It was raining, the cold mixing to make the perfect slurry mess that made any inch of open skin sting. It wasn’t dense though. It was enough to soften their lines, but not enough to hide the view. It was wet. It […]

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[GW2] — Bile

[CW: gore] . . .   The sound was crisp, sharp, and regular. Stab. Stab. Stab. The crunching of ice, the wet squelching and snapping, the cracking of stone, the soft humming of metal that sang with each impact… all of it, harmonizing with his rabid grunts.   There was no point in doing what […]

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[GW2] Bloodied

Nik reported to the infirmary like the dutiful man that he was. Also, he’d known Ambrosine since they were young and she could read him like an open book, so there was no point in trying to be sly. Besides, he enjoyed not hurting. Her eyebrows winged up slightly as he graced her doorway–er, massive […]

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[GW2] A Hallow Return

The sisters returned, one in the arms of the other. Kolfinna may have been taller than Pyri but she had nothing resembling the warrior’s bulk, and the last few steps were stumbles. The two skyscales trailed behind them, too weary and cold and injured themselves to be of any help. Sentries from Jora’s keep shouted […]

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[GW2] Spreading Frost

As soon as Tove walked out of sight of the others, she fell to her knees and vomited bile and blood. Anaphora curled her neck over Tove worriedly, whuffling into her hair. Tove reached up and gave the skyscale a pat.  “You are as bad as your mate, almost,” said a low voice.  Tove would […]

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Clearing Bones from Heaven

((Just some warning of language and lightly implied gore and body horror. nothing too bad tho.))   Death didn’t have a smell. Death had many smells, coiling and twining in an odious miasma that weighed thick on the tongue as much as it lingered within the walls of the nose. It was the smell of […]

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Scribbles

Wind cuts through the flaps of the tent and chills the air around her. It was warm enough both inside and out to keep the ice away, but the rain still stung enough. Why did it matter, it was common already. While Charr and people alike moved about outside, readying for a new push into […]

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[GW2] Birds of a Feather

Tove kept it together by focusing on the injured sylvari, even after his transfer to the infirmary. Ambrosine was better with the ‘detail work’, but Tove’s magic worked better with sylvari and…well. She needed the distraction. But no patient needed attention forever, and eventually she settled the last vine in place and found herself standing […]

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… is Fair Play [GW2]

“I’ll be at the Grotto in a bit”   The captain is doing his job, he’s watching, waiting as he’s done so many times in this dreadful monument to the Dominion’s cruelty, deep in the carcass of the people they’d slaughtered so gleefully. He’d talked to that tengu, he’d seen the carnage himself. He’d watched […]

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