[Onyxia glared up at her brother from where he'd dumped her in the mud. Now he was demanding she wash him.

How demeaning! This was not the way he should treat the Lady of the Blackflight! He'd be sleeping in the storm tonight! No nice warm cavern for him!]

I am not a washerwoman to scrub you clean, dear brother." [She plucked at her still ( Read more... )

[Over the usual noise of the inn, there is the distinct thump of boots being planted on a bartop and then an orc emerges, head and shoulders over even the Tauren patrons. She sticks a thumb and a finger in her mouth and whistles. Loudly. As if anything worth doing is done any other way...]RESPECTED MEMBERS OF THE HORDE! ALLIANCE PEOPLE! AND BLOOD ( Read more... )

[ The first thing Cass notices as she stumbles into the inn is that it's warm, so much warmer than the storm raging outside. With a shudder, she trips over her legs as she pulls the door shut behind her, her limbs soaked to the bone. Her entrance is anything but subtle; her daggers are drawn and held at the ready as she finds that the inn is... ( Read more... )

[Varimathras was about to strike down the impudent dead elf and the annoying brute, when he suddenly was violently torn from the Undercity Throne Room. He tumbled down the stairs, rather awkwardly, before brushing himself off ( Read more... )

[Suddenly! A human who has obviously had many girlfriends comes down the stairs DRAMATICALLY! With cape-swishing? Wait, I don't think I have a cape. Uh, scratch that.ANYWAY! Nobody in the room notices him, because he is a NINJA ROGUE, but if they DID notice him, they would see that he is wearing AWESOME CLOTHES and has hair AS BLACK AS MIDNIGHT and ( Read more... )

This was not fitting! He was Nefarian, son of Deathwing, and leader of the Black Dragonflight! Why was he in his human form? And in a- what did the humans call it? An inn? Oh, yes. He crossed his arms, mouth set in a nasty scowl. This was not supposed to be, no ( Read more... )

A curious form was standing in the corner of the Inn, looking non-perturbed. He like his other brethren were out and about this holiday season, or it should be a holiday anyhow ( Read more... )

in this dream of life and death, i know so much i will forget...

[Everything sentient dreams, and everything that dreams on Azeroth dreams somewhere within that one Dream composed by the Titans when they first shaped the world. Even the most alien of beings, from Old Gods to soul-draining runeblades, touched some tiny corner of the Emerald Dream, ( Read more... )

The realm of the bronze had been mercifully quiet ( Read more... )

High Warlord Varok Saurfang knew one thing as he glanced around the small, human town. He was not in Warsong Hold any longer. Nor was he anywhere he had ever been in Northrend. In fact, this place reminded him of the some of the small hamlets the Horde had rampaged through in the Second War - except then, there had been flames, death, and slaughter ( Read more... )