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Secondary Profession

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Mokk Kowits was wet and miserable.

Orgrimmar wasn’t particularly known for its wet weather.  When it did rain, however, it poured heaping buckets of cold, drenching slop.   What roads there were turned into useless puddles of mud.  Many of the leaky rooftops, some even capable of withstanding cannon fire, were not prepared against an onslaught of the elements – particularly with such extensive repairs going underway near constantly.

Rainstorms tended to be in short supply in Orgrimmar.  Misery was not.

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Ready or Not: Audience Participation

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The far reaches of Northrend seemed almost like a different world, but that didn't save Sheva from feeling the earth shudder beneath her feet.  Something was wrong, horribly wrong, and she could feel it down to her core.

Stopping in a nearby outpost she spent the day waiting to catch up on any news from down south.  Sure enough word began to trickle in about the shattering of Azeroth and her sense of unease grew to full-fledged fear.  What if Kowits had left Northrend?  What if he had returned home?

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Ready or Not (Part 3)

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"So... you gave him a sword?"

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Sheva had stopped on the bank of a lake for some rest and cool water.  Raising her eyes she noticed a maiden sitting amongst a veritable horde of frogs.  Stranger still, she seemed ok with that.

"That's... a lot of frogs."

The maiden looked up, offering a humorlous smile, "I suppose it is."

The troll kept her distance, eyeing the writhing mound.  "This some kind of hobby of yours?"

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Ready or Not (Part 2)

"I'm sorry but I have no sword to give you.  It was meant for the one who would free me from this prison with the use of an ember of fireblaze.  Alas, I gave it to a troll who blasted his way through here with an excitable raptor.  One of his errant fireballs broke the spell, but only temporarily.  I hadn't realized it immediately and when I did, it was too late.  He was already gone with my sword.  Lucky for me you have come along with the ember to free m...."

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Ready or Not (Part 1)

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"There's only one redeeming quality about this fel-forsaken cespool, Shona."

Vengance Landing only barely made it onto the list of places Sheva would willingly visit more than once because it was the last place she had seen Kowits.  It felt like as good a place as any to start her search, see what she could turn up.  As luck would have it she got a lead...

 

Janosis' Big Day Out - Part 2

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The Tournament!

 

was where Janosis was going. But first, he'd need to be prepared! No showing up in inappropriate-for-weather-clothes-while-completely-broke for him THIS time! Today was going to be his best day ever. And that meant making sure he had:

A warm set of robes, gloves, and a hat.

A well secured coinpurse with the gold he'd earned working for Miss Lee at A Hero's Welcome. (though by work, he actually meant being yelled at to fill an order and getting tipped by well meaning hungry people)

His fishing pole, just in case.

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Out of the Dark

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Time seems to stop having meaning when you wallow in things like Ratchet, and rum.  I suppose it’d been months since I’d seen anything outside that town, the only change are the people coming and going.  For a while I cared about the crowds, hoping that by some miracle just one of them would hold the face I felt desperate to see.  Time also seems to be the biggest hope killer of all.

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A series of letters.

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Bedside Manners

Hours turned into days that grew into weeks which faded into months until time seemed to loose all importance.  Each day was the same with little in the way of stimulation to break up the monotony of ever forward marching time.

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"The peons are talking..."

“’Ey, Big guy. How’s it going today?”

 

The Orc peon waved to Homm the Tauren who stood silently guarding the tent.

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OOC: For Kowits

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(( Because I am really enjoying the Choices story ^_~

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Choices!

(( Sorry if I got the details for your characters' wrong ><  ))

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The Kowits Accord

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“Move it, ya lousy Peons! This stuff got ta be up by Thursday!”

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Fallout

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“I AM KOANI!”

Always explaining it.  Going there, worried about my friend, really confused, and still explaining.

He thought I was someone else.  He thought I was evil.  He thought I would do that…

I know he got it, right before he fell, but it’s exhausting.  Should I just stop trying?

I hope he’s okay.

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Justice Calling - The End

"Kowits!"
Sh-she came!  "Sh-Sheca!"
She's wavin' at me.

"Um, what?"
She didn' bring Sheva!  "Wh-wheah is she?!"
Deah's no henchman heah eithah.
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The Other Woman

Back at the Inn I had time to clean up, decompress and sit a while in quiet to think about the strange encounter I’d just had.

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No One Walks The Path Alone (Part I)

Sometimes it's interesting to sit back and look at our lives.  Look at the people around us.  Just...

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Needed

"Hello Tundra."

"Good evening Shivae."

"Everything okay?"

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Journal Page Twelve: Of Fishing and Surprises

My mother, the human one, always said that Ladies shouldn't fish (along with many other things they apparently shouldn't do.)  If I did get my hands on any gear, and she caught me, then it earned a rap over my knuckles with her wand.  Trying to practice casting, for so long I could still feel those blows, and it made my progress difficult.

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Diary: Page Thirty-eight

(( Originally posted October 4, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))

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Diary: Page Thirty-six

(( Originally posted September 22, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))

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Diary: Page Thirty-five

(( Originally posted September 14, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))

To-do:

  • copy Meleen's letter, send it to:
    • Zue'laji
    • Aviyanna
    • Siwili
    • Uzil
    • Undel
    • Hakkajin and Andra (?) -- they still might kill him...
    • Tabaqui
  • send Tabaqui an explanation on what I was babbling about. She wasn't there!
  • finish reading Kowits' notes
  • find Sheva
  • find the spider
  • find the Dopl-whatever

SOON!

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Diary: Page Thirty-four

(( Originally posted September 13, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))

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Diary: Page Twenty-five

(( Originally posted July 16, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))

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What is Love? (Baby Don’t Hurt Me!)

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“So, what you’re telling me is that love is a sword that drops from the hand of the enemy?”

Sheva was so lost but she curiously eyed the tauren warrior’s monstrosity of a glowy weapon, his prized possession, all the same. “That’s nice, but I don’t think I could love it. At least not like that… I don’t know, I don’t really know what love is.”

He smiled and shook his head, “There are many different kinds of love. For instance, I love women in an entirely different manner than I love my sword.”

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