Mertassa had to admit, the little vrykul had done an adequate job thus far in not drawing attention to herself. As they entered the city on manasabers with the priestess disguised magically as a nightborne, Mallory had cast little more than passing glances at the scenery, and had turned her nose up at anyone they […]
�Absolutely not!� Mertassa snapped, her voice a harsh whisper. �I will not be responsible for that little vrykul�s safety!� �I�m more than capable of fending for myself,� Mallory retorted. �We need our own eyes in the city,� Peter urged. �Besides, for all her interest in night elven history, Mallory�s never seen a night elf capitol […]
Mallory walked the woods quietly, ever ready in case of an ambush, her priestly garb concealing her battlesuit. These were new sights for her. The forests of Val�sharah were idyllic, a downright paradise. It would be so easy for her to lie down in a field here and entirely forget the invasion that plagued the […]
Mallory padded softly through the halls of Rann�s luxurious Dalaran apartment in a comfortable bathrobe. She would be staying with her longtime elven friend for the duration of this Broken Isles campaign… assuming any of them were still alive in the end. She sipped a cup of hot tea and rolled her shoulders, trying to […]
The Dead Scar still churned with the unnerving groans and lurching footsteps of the undead. They were weaker these days, but the scar itself was still almost as fresh and hideous as the day Arthas had marched through. Although Rann wondered: were they truly weaker, or had she just become that much stronger since the […]
Rann almost cringed as the can hissed. The drink in her hands had come from Razboom, before he had gone fully into the service of the Shadow Trader. Kaja�cola, a little goblin drink that they swore gave them their �best� ideas, which was certainly a dubious honor, but it did give them energy. She looked […]
Brandy walked down the sleepy main road leading through Westfall, toward the settlement at Sentinel Hill. She looked down at the letter in her hands one more time, wondering who this person might be…and whether she was walking into a trap. A warlock with her voidwalker out in the open would stand out like a […]
*** SPOILERS FOLLOW FOR THE LEGION AUDIO DRAMAS PARTS ONE AND TWO! *** (Audio Dramas 1 and 2 available here and here, if you want to listen to them before reading) ——————- �Shadow Trader, come in,� came Peter�s voice over the pebble-sized guildstone set carefully in Mallory�s ear. Mallory looked about to make sure it […]
�Have you noticed?� Mallory asked. �These pamphlets seem to be everywhere. I know I was in hiding for awhile, but I know Stormwind didn�t have so many of these.� Peter shrugged. �Lot of crackpots out in force right now,� he mused, raising his worgen snout into the Stormwind air and taking a sniff. �They must […]
The dim lights and shadows outside played through their usual dance in the dead of night. Ever the same, with the moonlight running its slow course. The voidwalker, Kraktast*, stared out the window, unmoving, unnoticed in the dark. There was little else it could do, being summoned and bound to the infernal human replenishing her strength […]
“You have got to be kidding me.” A crackling sound of heavy animal footfalls through tall dead grass alerted the stranded naked woman to an approaching bear. She frowned at the annoyance, rolled her shoulders, and tilted her head, popping a joint in her neck to loosen up. No weapons, no armor. Not even any clothes. And […]
Peter shook his head as Auris shrank into the distance in her flying form. She was an excellent teacher in druidism. He doubted he realistically could ask for a better teacher, but she certainly could be stubborn. He folded his arms and paced the yard in silence. Auris was departing from Mallory’s refuge, the secluded […]
A carefully sealed, small plain box, such as one that might contain clothes, is addressed to Arialynn Dawnfield. Inside is a single piece of paper folded in half, atop a few articles of clothing: the Templars of the Rose tabard, and a similarly adorned cape. Both have holes in them, as if the victims of […]
Rann had come to realize she was woefully unskilled at hiding her feelings. As she completed the motions of a portal spell — cast right in front of the Justicar while Westguard was on lockdown — she realized she had sent a challenging look at the paladin, as if daring her to try and stop […]
Rann paced in the living room of her Stormwind home, eyeing the windows and the front door. One arm was crossed in front of her chest as she paced, the knuckles on her other hand tapping her chin absently in thought. “Question,” she said aloud to no one in particular. “If a woman enchants a […]
Sorry for this taking awhile. As you can see, it contains almost all of my characters…everyone except Tock Plasmawrench, Ellye Axewrench, and Emily Fielder. Anyway, this is the post-Archimonde journal. Whenever the Archimonde fight happens to take place in timelines. I’ve kept it free of other specific storyline references, so that it can be just […]
Rann groaned, a stab of pain shooting through her body. Everything hurt… Her eyes fluttered sleepily open. Where was she? A slender high elf leaned over her, her robes marking her as a priestess, the Kirin Tor crest emblazoned on a short stole hanging from her shoulder. "Ah, you're awake," she observed. Rann realized she […]
Rann released a shuddering breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her mind was divided, split, spread out over what felt like everywhere and everything — her impending final test to become a fully fledged Archmage, the recent death of Shadowsage’s youngest daughter, Zahsheena, her own inability to console her friend in the face […]
“Are you sure?” Doradrassil’s eyes burned into Rann as she leaned over the table where Rann was seated, the Warden’s hands resting on the tabletop. Why did she feel like she was being interrogated? “Well…no,” Rann murmured plainly. “As I said, we never recovered the body. We have no way of knowing for sure. Is…is […]
“Package for you.” Mallory smiled and turned toward Alphonse, tearing her attention away from her work for a moment. Alphonse carried a wooden crate, measuring about a foot on all sides. THIS SIDE UP was scrawled across every panel of the crate, with a “stamp” that looked like a cat’s paw. She knew just what […]
“Eleven! Twelve!” Tock continued his attacks on the training dummy, mentally checking his stance and posture as he did so. It felt awkward… The stance Robin had guided him into felt unnatural, his legs stretched at odd angles. He felt off balance, but did his best to keep it all straight. “There!” Oxplow […]
“Welcome to the Peak of Serenity!” Tock’s new gnome friend said, holding her arms out to her sides. Tock spun around, marveling. They stood within a building that must have been incredibly ancient, and yet incredibly sturdy. There were signs of stress and age in the smooth, worn stones that made up the floor […]
Tock grumbled to himself as he studied his notes. He had come to Stormwind feeling sure that something would inspire him, but so far he had nothing worthwhile. He’d never make it on his own as an inventor if he didn’t find something. Ninety-nine years in Dun Morogh had worked his creativity into a rut… […]
"I hope you're right about this." Mallory's lips spread into a smirk in the flickering candlelight at Aertemis' words. "You're only saying that because you know I'm right. You hope I'm wrong," she pointed out in a breath, barely even a whisper. Aertemis shook her head from the far corner of the room, shrouded […]
Rann shook, still staring blankly at the ceiling, still unaware of how she had gotten to bed. The last thing she remembered was stepping through Kageseji's portal from Claret's school in the Twisting Nether, and setting down the unconscious Idella inside the Templars' mage tower in Draenor. She remembered feeling nauseous, and collapsing from exhaustion […]