As the death knight Aertemis swept away into the city of Darnassus, leaving her secluded garden — and saronite armor — behind, Doradrassil sighed. Aertemis crossed the northern bridge over the lake and turned eastward, dusting a too-lax Watcher with frost as she went. Doradrassil let herself lapse out of her shadowmelding and leaned […]
<– Previous Journal * * * Next Journal –> Mallory slung her pack over her shoulder and looked over at her sister. Emma had recovered marvelously from her wounds, but still had a limp in her walk and had not yet donned full plate armor, only lighter mail. She was eager, however, to carry her […]
<– Previous Journal * * * Next Journal –> As Mallory walked the streets of Darnassus, her eyes landed on a tall night elf druid walking purposely her way. "Mallory Everley?" he asked. "That's…me," she answered hesitantly. "Your presence is requested in the Moonglade," he said, handing her an envelope. Looking down at […]
<– Previous Journal * * * Next Journal –> As Ærtemis walked, she heard Mallory approaching from behind. “Hey.” Ærtemis turned, her eyes glowing from under her hood, her frost-designed cloak almost around her instead of simply down her back. “…Well, I finished showing Robin around… I still can’t believe you really saw that […]
<– Previous Journal * * * Next Journal –> It was over. Since Emma and Mallory had stepped back out of obscurity and into the Templars’ ranks, each day had been an exhausting blur of combat, searing physical pain in Emma’s case, emotional trauma in Mallory’s case, and extraordinary tension. Even the level-headed Mallory had […]
<– Previous Journal * * * Next Journal –> Mallory plodded along the road towards Nighthaven in Moonglade, cursing under her breath as she went. At the sound of one particularly crude utterance, a nearby nightsaber flattened its ears and groaned at her. She looked and realized it was one of the druid guardians of […]
<– Previous Journal * * * Next Journal –> Mallory paced quietly back and forth in a dark station, the distant hum and occasional clicking and clacking of gnomish machinery providing the soundtrack to her thoughts. A seed and a fire. Separate but united through some twisted magic. That terrifying thing in the case…there was […]