• Zaanthe wrote a new journal: I am Svaelfyr Roslinsch 2 years, 7 months ago

    My name is Svaelfyr Roslinsch.

     

    A shudder passed through the smooth and featureless gray floor underfoot. Whines of failing steel rung muted through the hrothgar’s office, dampened by the numerous walls be […]

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      Got out just in time, it seems. But his name is known to the Empire. Hopefully he walked far enough before it went down into any sort of infamy.

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  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 2 years, 9 months ago

    [The following is slightly formatted RP from myself and Cael, which kicks off shortly after Zaanthe decides to go meet Theo to ‘get his shit back’, after the two exchange brief scathing letters to one another. […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 4 years, 4 months ago

    It wasn’t often that Zaanthe found himself walking through the streets of Stormwind. He wasn’t a great fan of the city, in truth; he thought it dull and unremarkable. A color-washed grey that did little to ins […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 4 years, 4 months ago

    It wasn’t often that Zaanthe found himself walking through the streets of Stormwind. He wasn’t a great fan of the city, in truth; he thought it dull and unremarkable. A color-washed grey that did little to ins […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 4 years, 5 months ago

              Within the sprawling layout of Stormwind’s courthouse, one particular office seemed to always have its door closed. It wasn’t of particular note, being amongst other similar rooms and rather remote i […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 4 years, 5 months ago

              Within the sprawling layout of Stormwind’s courthouse, one particular office seemed to always have its door closed. It wasn’t of particular note, being amongst other similar rooms and rather remote i […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 7 years ago

         It hardly seemed as though it had been a year already. As he grew older, Lannik found that time was evermore fleeting. Passing weeks blended seamlessly into one-another as the sole resident of the Go […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 7 years ago

         It hardly seemed as though it had been a year already. As he grew older, Lannik found that time was evermore fleeting. Passing weeks blended seamlessly into one-another as the sole resident of the Go […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 7 years, 7 months ago

    �Fuck,� came the first waking word from the vindicator beneath the too-thin sheets of his bed in Westguard. He�d come to be fond of that short, sharp expression over his time on Azeroth. It was so very good at co […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 7 years, 7 months ago

    �Fuck,� came the first waking word from the vindicator beneath the too-thin sheets of his bed in Westguard. He�d come to be fond of that short, sharp expression over his time on Azeroth. It was so very good at co […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 7 years, 9 months ago

    Zaanthe propped his forearm against the table, silverware gripped between his thumb and the nook of his forefinger. He had been working slowly on the meal he�d ordered–braised clefthoof. He hadn�t gotten par […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 7 years, 9 months ago

    Zaanthe propped his forearm against the table, silverware gripped between his thumb and the nook of his forefinger. He had been working slowly on the meal he�d ordered–braised clefthoof. He hadn�t gotten par […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 7 years, 10 months ago

    3653 BBYCoruscantJedi Service Corps Training Grounds �Private Geers!� Even amidst the steady sound of firing rifles, Yusriyah�s voice cut through to the gaggle of trainees she�d received. Her tone was as it alwa […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 7 years, 10 months ago

    3653 BBYCoruscantJedi Service Corps Training Grounds �Private Geers!� Even amidst the steady sound of firing rifles, Yusriyah�s voice cut through to the gaggle of trainees she�d received. Her tone was as it alwa […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 7 years, 12 months ago

    In a particularly quiet corner of the Blue Recluse, two draenei sat across from one another. One was immediately recognizable by most Templars as Vindicator Zaanthe; a great blue bundle of plate armor and sour […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 7 years, 12 months ago

    In a particularly quiet corner of the Blue Recluse, two draenei sat across from one another. One was immediately recognizable by most Templars as Vindicator Zaanthe; a great blue bundle of plate armor and sour […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new journal: Journal 9 years, 10 months ago

    Gaunt and greyed, Lannik Gorathian sat hunched over his desk, leering at what had just become the eighty-first page in an ongoing documentation of his. Far off on another desk lay the bindings and cover that […]

  • Zaanthe wrote a new post 9 years, 10 months ago

    Gaunt and greyed, Lannik Gorathian sat hunched over his desk, leering at what had just become the eighty-first page in an ongoing documentation of his. Far off on another desk lay the bindings and cover that […]

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