The Kaldorei worgen left the infirmary, her face set. Silver eyes scanned the area, partially to ensure the area was safe but most in search of someone in particular. Upon seeing a group of Eredar, she moved in that direction, her gaze fixed on Nadana. “Good. Gather everyone in the main building, we can see […]
*Did you ever think you’d be here like this? The Maldraxxi commander had grinned, cuffing her upside the head like a stubborn child. “You’re dead, kid. You can either get used to it and fight, or just disappear into nothingness.” “Or I can get back, ya big barstid.” There was an uproar of laughter and […]
There was no way he was one of the Fearstalkers. She’d never a soul like that before. The darkhound broke free of the ice and growled agian. She removed the bat from where it sat on her shoulder. The little creature squeaked inquisitively. “Seek,” she said, soft and dangerous, to it and her hound. She […]
A rudely interrupted Boys’ Night Out Marshal Mason was the first of the group impaled. He had drawn the ire of both Mawsworne Attendants at once, their agility allowed one to knock his shield away and the other to lunge it’s frightening spear toward his chest. It was going to be a damaging blow, but […]
The metal wreckage ground to a halt. One back wheel spun, free of the ramshackle tank treads the machine used to tear across Arathi. Doom Howl. The large tank was reminiscent of the machines Garrosh had crafted to defend Orgrimmar or the ones the Iron Horde had used to attack all of Azeroth. There were […]
The Lion’s Pride Inn was sparsely populated. It was early in the day and there were few individuals inside. A table of would-be adventurers sat discussing the kobolds to the south, they’d grown in number since the gnoll problem had been all but wiped out. But aside from that, all was quiet. Mosur sampled a […]
(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 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 inspire any emotion in the draenei, but the city did have its uses. Work was easy to find where […]
The ocean roared and crashed against the rocks below Westguard and the cliffs behind the keep were still broken and collapsed after Zenruid’s defences were triggered, damage the shaman had intended to fix while he was there; resettle the earth and stone, at least for to ensure the integrity of the keep’s foundations. The purpose […]
Over the past couple weeks Mosur had been watching the patrols and the men on the wall. He knew their patrol times, their patrol routes, when they changed shifts, and which ones were slack at their jobs, especially when the Marshal wasn’t on the wall. That’s really what he had to wait for. Jarrick often […]
Mosur sat in meditation; they were no longer in Duskwood. He had been told the mage Mystery was looking for Sielic and that it wouldn’t be long before he arrived. As far as the shaman knew he left nothing to be detected by, no latent magic, no trail, and the weather had been dry so […]
“You must be getting desperate shaman.” The elementals words crackled through the air, the language was throaty and each word that reached the shaman’s ear was sharp. “What would make you assume that?” His response was even keel and he kept to Kalimag rather than the language of fire. The small spark still sat beside […]
He waited till the elemental left of its own accord, the flame flickered once then faded. Mosur grabbed the small fire totem stuffing it back into his robe. With a sigh he laid back. It had taken longer than he’d expected to get a willing participant. He was only prepared to damn himself so much, […]
The phrase “old gods” was something weighted, but otherwise benign on its own. The words individually were harmless. Though when they were strung together, heads might turn in skepticism, but dismiss them in favor of more immediate and pressing matters. Their world was yet again consumed by war, afterall. What an endless cycle. Yet Saashenka […]
Mosur had already shrugged off the chill of Winterspring by the time he returned home. “Sorry I’m late,” he called from the front door. “I didn’t know how long it would take Dictator to get there.” He followed up as he passed through the small house and into the kitchen. He grinned as he watched […]
Mosur was only halfway to his destination before the winds began to howl and the softly falling snow picked up in pace and density. The weather in late Dragonblight evenings was always unpredictable, and Mosur knew he needed to speed up his travel. The wolf’s coat kept most of the chill off and made […]
There were stories, tales where the antagonist changed their very way of being in the last chapter and did ‘the right thing‘ saving everyone. Why did people write stories like that? That’s not how the world worked, why did people cling to beliefs and hopes like that. It only hurt them in the end. […]
Two and a half hours. Was that long enough? It was taken down before it was seen by most. He knew there was a note but he wasn’t told what was written on it. Who had been in the Keep with him? Zaanthe, Koryander, several individuals not in the Templars… No, none of those individuals […]
Things have changed. Thing have changed and now I have to adjust, and quickly. Prelaid plans have been disrupted by new information. The trial has been moved. Perhaps it would be easier to see the next move in the game if I hadn’t entered the game as a player. Does only the one know I’m […]
The game had defiantly taken a turn during the meeting he’d had with Sielic that evening. It was clear to him Sielic was a planner, he would have been a worthy opponent. The number of steps ahead he had planned were wrapped up in the facade of insanity he portrayed and even Mosur wasn’t sure […]
Mosur returned much later than even he had expected, the conversation between him and Sielic had gone on for over an hour and he had much to think on. Surprisingly or perhaps not he had agreed with much of what the Scout had to say and the riddles he had used were amusing. He didn’t […]