((Writing collab done some by me, and also with volunteers Aunne, Jander, November/Robin, Sielic, Vendon, Roo, Elli, and Zaanthe. Im not sure I like the ending, but it will do for now. Enjoy.)) “I know, I know,” Theo soothed. Fang whined, unhappy, as she checked the buckles on the huge bat. It was a gift, […]
[[A collab rp with Aunne, ft. Cael “Surely If I Just Ignore My Trauma and Sit On It Harder It Will Go Away This Is Fine I’m Fine” Graveless, and “So Help Me I May Be Cute But I Will End You If You Get In The Way of Me Getting To My Girlfriend” Petal. […]
It’s been so long since I have started any journal entry that I’ve forgotten how to begin, and truthfully I’m hesitant to write my own thoughts. The time I spent reading over old entries has been painful, and not in some tragically emotional way. I mean that I physically cringe at everything I had written […]
Elli looked into the swirling white tornado in the center of that strange … waystation? Was that the proper word for the place? She shook her head. Whatever Oribos was didn’t really matter. What mattered was finding the taken souls of her friends, tracking down that fool of a dead worgen Glacierfur … and finding […]
[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 […]
[The beginning is a large amount of scratch-outs.] Dear [scratchout]Justicar [scratchout]Arialynn [scratchout scratchout]Mom [scratchout]Moms [scratchout] Koryander and Arialynn, I am verry sorry I did not tell you this thing. I did not know it was very important but it is very important and I am sorry. I do not rember having [scratchout]parents[scratchout] people like you […]
The Vindicaar—————————— The ship was, as always, glowing softly golden with the radiance of the Light that powered it – the low hum of magic through the floors and walls rang like an eternal, soft hymn that stayed just at the edge of hearing. The Lightforged of the Army of the Light moved with purpose […]
Aunne never failed to be awed, at least in part, by the Vindicaar. Despite having seen generation ships before, and even living a surprisingly lengthy part of her life in one, those memories were hazy, distant, and indistinct – lacking in emotion and context after she was raised in the Plaguelands, so many years ago. […]
That night, wind was out of the north, sweeping down out of the mountains – clear and cold, certainly, but also pushing the ever present scents of fish and sailors and a city on the water out over the ocean. It made for a pleasant (if chilly) night, with stars high above echoed in the […]
(The common words are .. well. Better. Well formed, but the parchment’s a bit of a mess of ink. And.. what smells like mageroyal essence? And what in the world is that stain? Is that blood? Surely not.) Arialynn and Acele – Sielic was to being out and about – and looking very well! But […]
Mosur exhaled again as they took off. He wasn’t sure how Sielic or either of the death knights had arrived. He and Zaanthe had rented a pair of griffons to make the trip in a timely manner and now he was glad for it. He’d hoped at first all the strangeness of the camp and […]
It always amazed her, really, how people insisted she was something other than she was. “You aren’t a monster!” they would insist, or “don’t you want to join us for dinner?” “Have a drink!” was her personal bane – she never knew what to do. Refusing usually led people to being insulted or, worse, to […]
The letter read: Commander – These are for you. I have seen you giving things away. But your right shoulder strap snapped yesterday, and your clothes are worn. You were telling me that “looking good feels good” and while I cannot attest to the efficacy of that as I do not feel it, I can […]
Aunne loved elves. Not that she’d ever admit it, especially to the great tall huggy one, but she did. There was something about how they moved that made her feel graceless; something about how they lived that made her half-remember how to live herself. There was a joy in them that, even when they were […]
Nightpetal – Cael snored. It wasn’t the cute kind of snoring, either – it was the mouth open, tongue-lolling, drooly kind of snoring that only a worgen of Cael’s size could actually do; not loud, but insistent, not overbearing, but definitely… er… wet. All the same, it was a comfort. In the days after Cael […]