Darkness, consuming ( Read more... )

Lataal crouched in some bushes staring out at his pursuers. It had been months since things had started to go wrong. A seeming eternity since he went off to war. At the time it had been the right thing to do, how could he have known how wrong it could go ( Read more... )

The din of the tavern had been swelling for some time, new customers arriving with the break of the evening.  Below waitresses clad in alluring leather served up copious amounts of ale to Horde and Alliance alike.

The cat closed his eyes trying to diminish the assault on his ears.   Though the two seemed absurdly different, it helped none the ( Read more... )

Lataal strolled past the gates watching carefully.  The undead of Stratholme had proven to be fierce foes despite outwards appearances.  One would think the undead would be nothing compared to the power of the Demons in the Burning Legion.  There had been some near misses with the younger mages, not yet experienced enough to combat the Legion.

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“Brother…”

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Shalmone spoke more insistently, “Brother…”

The night elf laid on the bed unresponsive

Shalmone sighed his frustration, “It will have been a year in less than a week.  We are brothers of the claw.  I understand your pain but it is time to seek solace, or to move on.  Brooding in this manner is not befitting for us.”

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Lataal  snuck in through the top tier of the tavern.  He knew that she was still going to be gone for her training, but part of him hoped anyway.  He sauntered over the rope bridge glancing down below.  Mari was below tending to customers.  The druid jumped taking the fast route coming to a spot at Mari’s feet.

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Gizban stared at the device, butterflies tumbling in his stomach.  This was dangerous, the device still had a rather high failure rate.  His mom had downplayed it repeatedly, only a twenty percent chance of  temporal inaccuracy with a ten percent chance of a minor serious failure as she called it.  Leave it to a gnome to call death a minor serious ( Read more... )

Meb stepped through the portal into Shattrath looking about to the now so familiar surroundings.  The sun was out and the temperature was a perfect 426 Wingsprockets.  Meb dashed over to the stable master always eager to ride Downy in the outlands.  The stable master saw the round gnome running and gathered the white gryphon up, holding the reins ( Read more... )

Days had passed since that horrible night, the pain still lingered in Meb over the loss of her daughter.   Something bigger was troubling her now, she couldn’t help but feel that Oak was in some kind of trouble.  She was finally able to her his thoughts, such as they were, but they weren’t right.  The spark of intelligence that should be expected ( Read more... )

Part III

Jhordy yanked at the chain jerking Meb to the ground, “The General has moved up the execution, the bitch bit him.”

The Tuaren conscript stared impassively at the gnomes as Jhordy held the  fake execution order out, “Take your hand back before you lose it runt, and put that paper away, I wouldn’t wipe my backside with it.  If the General ( Read more... )