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 Gorathian homestead worked diligently to maintain his home�s relatively clean nature. Whole seasons whipped by in an instant, observed […]
�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 communicating his mindset. Gripping the edge of the bed frame with a calloused palm, Zaanthe pushed […]
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 particularly far with the plate despite the time he�d spent on it. It�d been a good fifteen minutes since the waiter had brought […]
3653 BBY Coruscant Jedi 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 always was around her new recruits–firm and demanding. The following approach towards the young male was an inexorable march of an […]
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 frowns. Across from him, however, was a new face–yet somehow, she was familiar. Nigh-white shoulder-length swept neatly into a side […]
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 would one day make up what the elderly man hoped he would be remembered for. If he was lucky, […]
[below are completely canon things that should be considered completely canon. jk] With the excursion to Ulduar on at least a temporary hiatus, the long days in the Jade Forest had been rather tranquil. Zaanthe had little reason to travel far from the hut that Mosur called his home, and with the […]
There was something about the sound of rain that always helped ease Zaanthe's mood. At some point, some many decades ago, the vindicator had decided it was something about the predictability of it. The rain never lasted too long, it came with at least a degree of frequency, and unless he happened to find himself […]
“Yah. Dat one be able tah pull tha forces of tha very eart' below, an' bind yah enemies to tha ground.” Zul'Rajas sat on a wooden stool, his knees brought high as his thick toes settles on one of the rungs, his elbows resting against his thighs. He palmed a few miniature sculptures that […]
The guildstone clicked to life in Mosur's hand. He stared down at it in his left hand and glanced to his left, the book laid on his bedside table. The book he'd been looking for, the one Zaanthe had said would just be trouble. It was old, gold leaf flaked off the stiff leather cover. […]
Smiling Jim pub nights often make for interesting events, whether it be through Alekxandar's patented JUSTICE or dare, Harple's trickery of drunken rogues, or any other of a wealth of events. This day, however, seemed to be on the opposite end of the spectrum. Captain Kelaani stood not far from a table […]