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As if the population wasn't big enough before...
Sandiah is pretty sure this isn't the inn in Southshore. For one thing, it wasn't raining when she curled up to get some shut-eye. (It rained on the way there, sure, but sitting in front of a roaring fire cures most ills in due time.) For another, it had been bustling with people passing through on their way north: dwarves, humans, you name it ( Read more... ) -
Enter Ziola Frostbolt: Half dead gnome!
[A voice of what is apparently a female gnome echoes throughout the inn from her upstairs room. Not happy]
ZEETAAAAAAR! IF YOU PORTED ME TO THERAMORE AGAIN I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR FINELY SHAPED ASS TO OUTLAND AN-
[Ziola pauses her indignant cries, taking notice that she is not in Theramore, Or Stormwind, Shattrath, Dalaran, or any other place a mage ( Read more... ) -
((insufficient levels of PARTY detected up in this piece))
[Something in chainmail with red hair falls unceremoniously out of the ceiling and just kind of lies there twitching for a bit before it resolves into a tall teenage girl, who springs to her feet.]
Uncool. I was saving orphans without legs. The orphanage was on fire. You interrupted me. Good job.
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Don't make me DoT your ass
[This is... not Stormwind. That much is obvious to the woman in brown robes standing half-way down the stairs. And from the downright unpleasant look on her face, she is NOT happy with this turn of events. She's not moving from this spot until someone teleports her back or explains what's going on or... hell, anything else. Instead, she'll be ( Read more... ) -
What we need more of is science. wait. no. paladins.
[Last thing she remembers is being in a bunker in Icecrown with Major Lightwalker talking her ear off like he was a giddy little schoolgirl, and wasn't that charming. She'd shovel a lot of Nieodemus' emotional shit if it meant she kept getting to sleep in the officers' quarters, because they were a bit less cold than what most of the Ashen Verdict ( Read more... ) -
I'm not in Westfall anymore...
The young, red-haired human wandered up and down the hallway for the dozenth time, taking everything in, though it was just a tad monotonous up here...he'd just wait for his brain to come up with something. The wait could be a while, as he was not of the keenest of minds. Why was he here? He went to bed at home, so he should be there and not here ( Read more... ) -
((do you know what this place needs some more arthases amirite))
[It is a dark and stormy day ( Read more... ) -
They simply must widen the doorframes around here...
Vrishabha Mistrunner, healer of ailments, servant to the people, tamer of the wild and druidic arts...
Presently has absolutely no idea where he was.
I told you that you should have taken a left at that last clearing. But will you ever listen to me? No, I only raised you with my own two hands."I DID take a left," he unhappily notes under his ( Read more... ) -
Mod Post #7: Of Layouts and Settings
Nothing too major here, but if you were in chat a few days ago, I told you I was coding ( Read more... ) -
Taking a break from coding
[The storm means very little to the Aspect of Magic. The torrents of wind and rain are abated by a large shield of arcane energy, which is waved away when he walks into the inn. If there are any eyes on him at all, he ignores them. The realm was easy enough to recognize, even if he had never been in his brother's lair before ( Read more... )