Mysterious letters
Panic II.
Bolting through the ruins of Undercity, the dark blonde mage screamed at the drunken people to move, and move fast, her hands pushing the foul, alcohol soaked and decaying flesh aside, feeling bones here and there as she vaugely heard them shout in insults, the voices being drowned out by the sound of her heavy breathing and her screamed words
Curiouser & Curiouser
"You've -got- to be kidding me?!" Fox waved the piece of paper at the Blood Knight before her, glaring daggers at him. He gave a slight shrug, "Have a good day, Miss."
"Paladins! UGH!" She thrashed, flailing her arms in frustration. This had to happen after breakfast?!
She had received a citation. For not clearing her mail from the local mailbox, the city was issuing her a citation and a fine. What utter bullshit!
From the Personal Writings of Shelli Anthania: Mysterious Letters
From the personal writings of Shelli Anthania:
I received 2 messages while I was visiting me mum in Elwynn. One was labeled “Willing Pawns” and listed 3 names who I am assuming are low level Cult members. The other appeared to be written by a machine, similar to one I have seen before at Azorath’s secret S.I. base in the mountains bordering Ashenvale. I showed the letters to Master Shaw, but he seemed…not himself, almost angered even but I cannot say for sure what is going on inside his head. He ordered me to find these ‘pawns’ and kept the original letters, however, I did make a copy of the 2nd letter before meeting him so I could have my own to refer to and share with my investigation team.
Solastalgia
Artisania Marveloso didn't have a chance to utter a sound.
The little creature, still so soft and new to the world, fell in a heap at her feet, purple fingers outstretched. Its body, already somewhat strangely-formed, had been crushed into a pliant mass, the glowing protrubrances across shoulders and back fading little by little into a dark mass of mashed fungus.
Artisania looked down sadly at the young sporeling, then slowly raised her eyes.
Schmetterling
A parcel arrives for Artisania. It is carefully wrapped in thick, waxed paper. The attached note/address information makes it clear it's from Heulwen, so it's probably *not* yet another dead furry animal.
