• Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 10 6 years, 2 months ago

    Every day the visions became a little more clear. The woman… Mortivox was speaking to someone. When the sun went down, the Nameless Knight spent the time writing the most common phrases in his journal. Whoever s […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 9 6 years, 2 months ago

    With a silent exhale, Ivran Chronicler completed his meditation. Nearby, he could hear his nephew stir in his cot. Arlen was family, but he was as far from an elf as any human. Elves had no need for sleep, but the […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 8 6 years, 3 months ago

    InterludeThe sound of steel hitting stone echoed throughout the complex. Chronicler Ivran gasped for breath as he awoke on the floor. “Damned thing…” A frantic set of footsteps drew the elf’s attention to the doo […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 7 6 years, 3 months ago

    The knight froze in place. Dragons are known to the mortals, but seldom do they ever reveal themselves. Through out written history, many dragons were named and cataloged. Ulgrath the Vicious, a black dragon of […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 6 6 years, 3 months ago

    The Nameless Knight displayed his torso to Manoth. His body over the years had become a road map of scars and signs of battle. The rotting flesh peeled from him, but one spot stood out. Over his heart, a deep […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 5 6 years, 3 months ago

    The question hanged in the air, causing a clear discomfort in Manoth. “Because,” he hesitated. “I believe you can be saved.” The nameless knight removed his helm, showing a clear look of insult on his mangled […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 4 6 years, 4 months ago

    Time passed. The knight unable to regain his resolve looked down at the gaping holes in his body as he laid against the tree. “Why do I yet live?” he wondered. With a desperate rasp, he looked to the sky, see […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 3 6 years, 4 months ago

    The knight’s thoughts were clouded. For weeks now he was unable to sleep. Physical fatigue had become his traveling companion. No matter far he walked, or how tired he became, sleep would not come. Growing weary o […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 2 6 years, 4 months ago

    Each day seemed an eternity. The cold of winter did not deter the knight, nor the blazing heat of summer. But time was an ever present haunt. What lives were lost while he walked, or how many machinations were set […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Broadsword 6 years, 4 months ago

    The grind of stone on iron. A mantra known to all true warriors. It sings of patience, discipline, and truth in a kind of harmony. The world knows of this song, yet it refuses to listen. Kings war against […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Im nothing. 7 years, 7 months ago

    Warden Thelwater”s keys clanked heavily against his armor as he walked the halls of the stockade. With all the excitement in the last month, the cells of Stormwind’s prison were full of lunatics and scum. To the […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: More… 7 years, 10 months ago

    The dust was settling at last. The roar of battle began to dull. The attack on Hellfire was a success, but the sound of steel still rang through the Iron Front. A small group of survivors from the Citadel tried to […]

  • Vendon wrote a new journal: Worth 9 years, 6 months ago

    The war was over. Garrosh and his minions had been defeated many weeks ago now. In the quiet times between Orgrimmar and the new horde attacking the blasted lands, Morwel Starseeker stayed ever vigilant at the […]

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