Dao watched her go with a soft smile before he headed upstairs to bed. He hadn't expected this at all, but it was undeniable what they both felt. As he disrobed and slipped into bed, a thousand questions still raced through his mind. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he just couldn't stop smiling...
I tried my best to remember all the rules and laws behind time traveling. I remember that my uncle taught me how to go back a few seconds even though everyone else in the universe stayed unaffected by it. But maybe I can get better in time-no pun intended.
Xillia awoke to the rumbling of thunder echoing against the mostly barren walls, carefully easing her way from Arkav's embrace, not wanting to wake him. He had worked hard to bring them to this point, and deserved some rest. She walked out to the living room, smiling at how empty and full of potential it was.
Ebonlocke followed the road at a trot. A sword slapping her hip as she moved, the commander of the Night Watch tried to move quickly down the road. At the outskirts of town, she slowed her pace, wanting to catch her breath before getting to her destination. No need to look panicked, she thought to herself.
For centuries, the Guardian of Tirisfal protected Azeroth from demonic invasion and manipulation. Perhaps the greatest of the Guardians was Magna Aegwynn. Her prowess kept Azeroth safe for 500 years--and her pride led to its darkest times. Join us in Ironforge's Hall of Explorers at the 7th evening horn on Thursday, April 17th, to learn more about one of the greatest mages to ever walk this world.
This is a picture of Aelberyn that Kharris drew for me and sent with the Christmas card she sent me :o) So I just had to color it in and what not, and here it is, for everyone to see. Again, Kharris drew this, I just colored it in. Like with crayons, except those crayons were actually ArtRage on my tablet. THANK YOU FOR THE PICTURE KHARRIS, I heart it <3
Hey folks, this week, Darlain Truthhammer will be lecturing on the Moknethal Rexxar, Champion of the Horde. As always, Tales will be at the Hall of Explorers in ironforge at 7pm server (mountain) time. Hope to see you there!
Rapid drying black ink, made special by the inscriptor down the road, really was a wonder. Her nib glided over the paper making harsh stems and looping tails while ligatures connected each stark letter. Ms. Firebrook, it is my and the tip of the floral etched, tempered steel nib stopped. Expensive fluid bled out in a growing stain at the flourished end of the y. It wasn’t her pleasure to hire this girl. It wasn’t her pleasure to hire anyone. Acelynn didn’t want to.
Her ears slanted back in irritation. Crushing the paper between her hands was only a temporary joy, but the crumpled sheet with the Shadowfire letterhead joined its brethren in the bin beneath her desk. Delicate fingers with pink painted nails dragged another sheet over as she dipped the nib into the inkwell again and started over. Ms. Firebrook, I am writing you to offer you the position of but she stopped again. Assistant to the assistant. That’s what this was. Ms. Elynna Firebrook was being hired to be the assistant to the assistant. It was ridiculous. She was a nice girl, over eager and a little green but definitely malleable. Wiling to learn and go along with all of the systems Ace had put in place herself. Ms. Firebrook wasn’t going to be one to try and rock the boat, the others were too… Haughty. They thought they were the best. In their interviews they had exuded smarm and confidence.
Ollie growled lowly, and felt his step mother smack the back of his head. "I said, hold still."
"You're the one who keeps whacking me."
Eimelia huffed. "Well, these stitches aren't going to go in if you keep fidgeting." She paused in her (admittedly sufficient) needlework on the long gash on the worgen's upper arm. "Wait, are you afraid of needles?"
The home, more of a hovel really, stood in shadow. The lone candle sitting on the table in the center of the room did little to to shed light. In the corner of the room, a gutteral, low growl escaped from a hooded figure. The only other person in the room, a pale human, turned towards the growl with apprehension in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Damsed asked.
"He should have appeared by now," the feral voice responded with a hiss.
Hey folks, sorry for not posting this up sooner! Anyway, at 7:00 (mountain) tonight at the Hall of Explorer's. Darlain will be covering the Heroes of the Alliance this week with Moira Thaurissan, leader of the Dark Iron Dwarves.
The new ask a CDev is up, and answering a bunch of lore questions--including some about reproductive matters for dwarves and worgen, Goblin archaeology, Night Elf society's response to DKs and Highborne, the original name of Oshu'gun, and how portals and teleporting work. Transcript below the cut!
Shadows sweep over the Engineers garage door, dancing as they carry the visitor to the edge of his garage. It was not just the wind that forced them to move. Synnaquin stepped away from the melting darkness, stepping towards the yellowing pools of light.
She wasn't the girl he had once played dolls with.
She wasn't even the woman that he dragged back from the past into a pact of will.
((So, Jormund sent me a writing prompt on tumblr ("How did you get in here?") and somehow it tangled up with the plot ideas percolating in my brain the last few weeks.))
The door to her apartment was ajar. Nore frowned and touched the blue button on her bracer, summoning her heavy armor. Wes wasn't in the city so it couldn't be him. As she stalked closer to the door it opened, revealing a semi-familiar face. They stood and blinked at each other for a moment.
((This takes place closer to two months ago, as a sort of follow-up to the "Patron Familias" storyline. It's been a bear to write, but as I have plot ideas that may use this as background, I'm tossing it up here for better or worse.))
Alynore made the climb from the bustle of Lower City to Kamron’s apartment. A group of skinny brown orc youths paused their guttural conversation to watch the human woman as she stopped at the old soldier’s door. She knocked, counting the seconds to an answer.
It took a full minute to get the squeak of the little window, followed by the door opening. “Come in,” Kamron rasped. “Grab us some beer.”
Oliver had been in that cell so long, he’d almost forgotten about mirrors.
It was easier than he’d thought. When you’re an animal, you only care about a few things, and you forget anything that doesn’t have anything to do with food or shelter. By the time the potion had finally come to him, he cared for little more than what his next meal would be, and how best to kill the jailor.
He’d forgotten all about mirrors, until he looked into one the next day.
i hope you all have been doing well. I know this year hasn't had the best start for the community, but I still hope you all are doing well. I'm writing here today to announce two things; The first is, the retirement of Lu Zeitan.