"The Exchange! Quickly, please. Georgie's waiting for me."

Raoul was in a hurry when he climbed into the open carriage. In his rush he had neglected to check if the cabby was actually open or just pausing for a moment. His eyes and hands were too preoccupied searching his bag for a tan leather journal.

It would be his luck that there was already a ( Read more... )

Dear Journal,

When I was a child, Sherry told me that I was going to spend eternity in the Twisting Nether because of my magic. I couldn't not use it though. I mean, I'm a mage. That's all I'm good for.

That's all I'll ever be good for.

My whole life I wanted proof that somewhere under all of my mistakes there was a good person. I'm not talking ( Read more... )

[ Wicked Man's Rest by Passenger ]

"Mamae, I propose a trade of pieces..."

"You are up to something, always plotting."

"I only desire the return of my bishop Raoul."

"And what will you give me for him?"

"My knight Juma. Sangrey as you know him."

"You are asking me to betray the Wheatons, my own children-"

"In order to strengthen your rook ( Read more... )

"Extreme fluctuations in temperatures changes have been known to crack pipes." ~Sage Francis

The moon was hanging low over Dalaran, or rather beside. It seemed so close and near that Raoul could not see the bottom half behind the silhouettes of spires in the Sunreaver's Sanctuary. But here under this little archway across the city, Raoul didn't ( Read more... )

Dear Dad,

I'm happy for you and Sid. I'm glad you're having a kid and a real family and all that. All the bells and whistles. Must be nice. That probably sounds sarcastic on paper so I wanted to add that I really mean it.

Sorry I haven't seen you around. I've felt so trapped lately because

Raoul Wheaton set down the pen and leaned back in his ( Read more... )

Raoul Wheaton fidgeted in the dark pew of the chapel. It had been hard to concentrate on his prayers for the past few weeks. Come to think of it, concentrating on anything had been difficult.

Sometimes it felt like the world on settled so it could turn upside down again.

On the seat next to him there was a letter from his father. Though right now ( Read more... )

Eighteen Years Ago


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The faded sun was filtered through dirty, weathered panes and dust floating between the pale oak pews. A single priestess was tending the glowing memorial and its hundred or so candles. She was Raoul Wheaton's only company in the early hours at this chapel.

Soon enough, he imagined his fiancee would come and join him in prayer, but he had not ( Read more... )

[ Music: Entrance by Atrium Carceri ]

The barrier should have kept out the snow and the wind. That was part of its purpose for this outpost. One, to hide them from the Ogre and the Forsaken. Two, to serve as actual shelter from the harsh environments. Mages had a tendency to create artificial weather that suited their comfort.

Mages had a ( Read more... )

[ Music: Oblivion by Lustmord ]

Dear Journal,


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