(Auth. note:  all items detailed here are intended as Current Events in and around the Templar activities on the broken shore and beyond.  These aren't really meant to be pure flavor – though they're h […]

The heat was the part she couldn't quite get used to – and the itching.   “That shiny!  IT's /mine/!”  The snarl at her ear made her jump – and she remembered to snarl back. “Get yer own.  I found it fir […]

“Sooooooooo… you're telling me this -isn't- an illusion.” “Nope.  You'll really -be- the demon.” “For a limited time.  And if they touch me, it'll break.  Or if they use truesight spells, it […]

(Ed. Note – this is some older writing brought forward – I thought it was fun, and may offer some arpeez to anyone who would like to abuse it.  If you'd like to roleplay against the Guardian or incorporate t […]

Petal woke first, in the Dwarves' inn – and it took a moment for her to get her bearings, to dig herself out of the gryphonfeather duvet and up out of a mattress that threatened to devour her with comfort. […]

(Ed. Note – I've been meaning to get this written for a while; this occurred when the rescue of Sage took place.  During that rescue, Aunne ended up hyperaccellerated – perceiving everyone else as still, at a […]

Then:   The comet was majestic – twin tails blazing in the vault of the sky, high and bright in the skies above Shadowmoon Valley.  It turned the forever-twilight into something even more mysterious, purple t […]

She woke up to a dwarf pounding on metal.  It rang in her ears – and through her head – like spikes being poked at her eyes by a clumsy, tapdancing Tauren.   Did he have to pound so LOUD?  She pulled the bl […]

“What do you mean he’s not coming home?”   Her voice was honey, silk, achingly vibrant.  The Eredar looked at her helplessly, adoring; he found himself unable to look away from the rippling blue of her eyes, as u […]

Kun grins at her sister – “Yoooooou went on a date with Cael didn’t ya?””huh? What?”Kun griiiiiiiiiiins s’more. “How’s things going with Cael, huh?””They’re… not. Why do you look like… No way. Nuh-uh.” Petal […]

(The continuing randomness of Petal’s Book of Shadows – written in Pandaren, and definitely findeable in-game.) The tattoos that the Illidari use to contain their abilities keep floating back to mind at the most […]

“You are being certain?”  The hollow emptiness of the Draenei’s voice was somehow amplified by the stone of the ancient tomb, the waterlogged elven architecture around her staring down with sightless, broken […]

Aiya-Cho Nightpetal can be said to be many things.  Annoying, sometimes – a little bookish. (Okay, a lot bookish – ) … artistic!  Sure.  Artistic.  But not stealthy.  Never, ever stealthy.   Never had she wished […]

One last turn around the room – one last straightening of bedclothes, one last double-check, making sure her pack was in order, and her scrollcases were assembled just so.  Her staff felt right in her hand, and […]

(This can be found in-game, in the possession of AT LEAST one Templar.  Please contact me if you believe you have, and can use, the scroll.  If you’d like to run things by me OOCly, please do – but beware s […]

Delivered via SI:7 dispatch, priority, arriving late (Sunday) night to the first person that can be pegged as an officer within the Templars that the courier – a gnome on a flying machine – can find… mostly […]

(Just a side-story – written from Ari’s writing prompt.  This is things as they could have been, had Zenzorem been a little subtler… and Aunne gotten her wish.  It’s definitely written very quickly, and I’ll l […]

A small, wooden crate –  and just a crate –  makes its way into the hospital tent in Greywatch.  Bumping and hopping, it shoulders the tent flap aside (if it can be said to have shoulders) and crunches its way pa […]

(ed. Note – this is an excerpt from Petal’s personal journal, research notes, and general doodle book.  It’s written in pandaren, and can be had ICly – just give me a nudge!) I’ve come to realize that there is a […]

She put on a dress, the old one that Thsay said made her pretty, with the black and the silver and the way it flared when she turned and was straight when she didn’t.  She worked for an hour on her hair, then […]