(These are excerpts from Petal’s Book of Shadows – her own personal spellbook and research notes.  That book’s in Petal’s hands, and you can get your claws on it by asking – but it is wholly in Pandaran.) On […]

It was always a little like dancing.  It was always a little like dancing. She tossed the knife to the priest, leaving her armor at the edge of the circle � Aunne�s slowly regenerating body covered, for mode […]

(This takes place later today – starting perhaps an hour before the group leaves Greywatch) Over the lip of the hill they came – four strong, mounted on barded warhorses that were bone shrouded in saronite, draped […]

The tiny garden next to the tent caught her eye early on; it looked so… sad.  In just a few days, the weeds had snuck in, turning the neat ordered rows and half-buried helmet-pots into an unkempt mass of bits […]

�Mother?�  She heard him say.  �You know I have to do this.� She settled the breastplate into place carefully, over her worn arming jacket � the blue-enameled titansteel a slice of starry, morning sky, fittin […]

-Dalaran:  The tiny room above the beirgarten –  Petal is, at the moment… under the covers.  Sitting.  On the bed.  Her head’s popped out of the duvet and she’s a cocoon of warmth that smells vaguely of dump […]

It is inevetably a true statement that when something is unnecessary, it becomes a luxury – something to be savored, enjoyed.  Rather than a rote task, the actual doing of the thing becomes subject to intense […]

A series of dispatches arrives at Greywatch together, in the hands of a young highmountain Tauren who spends a day recovering and resupplying before leaving again. [To Arialynn]: Arialynn –  The Grand Marshall […]

The carved runes glowed only dimly there, in the rock, as Aunne, her piecemeal armor creaking with the motion, kneeled to touch them with gauntleted fingers, frost slowly spreading over the stone next to the […]

(The parchment this comes on is battered and water-stained, and looks like it’s been dragged through the mud at least once.  In fact, the Alliance messenger this was on fell to Vrykul in Stormheim, and his […]

Dearest Kuru’nai –  I am so very sorry I have been gone for so long, yes?  There is always something else, and it is not a good excuse, but I am doing good for now, and it is very hard to just stop.  I will co […]

Nightpetal groaned.In her (admittedly sheltered, short) existence, she’d never felt quite so drained. Everything hurt. Her -fur- hurt. Plus, it was covered in sticky, red mud that abjectly refused to go anywhere, […]

Aunne chafed at the summons, when it came – it could not have been more inconvenient, more unwelcome; her search, crisscrossing over the broken hills of Stormheim, was paramount, and this… this was an […]

The howl of the death gate was lost in the winds that constantly blew around the keep’s walls; she knew where to open it, where the sentries had trouble seeing at the outer wall, where the land sloped and a large […]

Dying was not easy, not even the second time.  “Just a taste”, the Nazrethem said, and then he flew away, with a knowing smile.    “This could be yours.”  A dozen platitudes that meant nothing, until the mom […]

(Ed. Note – so… there was a backlog, and yet one more log to post.  Please let us know what ya think – and, again, forgive the roughness; this is, as usual, a converted RP log.) The meeting was at a little camp […]

(Ed. Note:  Again, another RP log remade into a journal entry.  Enjoy!) (Two days after the theft) A summer storm in the valley lashes the trees with water and wind. Thunder rolls and cracks; lightning arcs f […]

(Ed. Note: This is taken from an RP log, and as such is a little more rough than a usual journal entry. Probably see a lot of those with the Shon storyline, so there! FOrgive us, we thought it was too good not […]

(interestingly, originally written in Draenic, and translated by a trusted member of the GM’s staff.  The original missive’s handwriting is sharp and clear, the runes of that language expertly and precisely […]

Metal made interesting sounds; unforgettable sounds.  When it was forged, it rang like a bell – she’d been told, once, that the sound of a metal being forged told the smith all they needed to know about the metal […]