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Aranya Ver'Sarn

A Discord RP with rhovinthorne. Subsequent to Unborn fav.me/dcdrcih and Try Again fav.me/dcje1tt

Timeframe: Before embarking to Zandalar and Kul Tiras, immediately after the Siege of Lordaeron.

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Aranya Ver'Sarn

Today is Veterans Day, and I remember stories of my great-grandfather, a WWI vet, NYC-born son of German immigrants.


He got his foot blown off in Europe, fighting his father’s former countrymen. He came home to the country he fought for to see that his dear little immigrant mother’s store had been raided and vandalized several times while he was away. Like most disabled and wounded vets he’s was pre

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Aranya Ver'Sarn

Aranya sat quietly on a gilded floor, looking out at the stars above Zandalar. She was calm, still, breathing evenly and slow, despite what she was about to do. The arcanist looked down at a beautiful crystal trinket with a crescent within it, a gift from Colpeia’s tribe after she had sent them aid in the wake of Sargeras stab

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Caibe Ramsay


The sky was painted pink as Caibe Ramsay left his cabin that morning. It was a cabin he had called home for about five years now, the place he had settled down and set up a smithy af

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Isyria Rainflight

Darnassus was once a picture of serenity with its elegant bridges, tranquil groves and leaf-covered avenues that weaved from nature and through the city’s landscape. Now it was an opening to hell itself; a nightmare unparalleled. Its beautiful buildings that spanned the lake were engulfed in flames, its

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Jarethius Nialo Supporter

It had been a few days of keeping the Ren'dorei out of trouble, and attempting to deal with his own personal correspondence, as they traveled along the coast, stopping once because of a squall that no matter what they did, did not wish to calm. Jarethius took the time to do write out a few letters to various parties he needed to attend to, though there were glances sent, here and there, to the Ren'dorei, and he allowed the man to sh

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Rythyren Orn'sepa Supporter

Rythyren paused, before finally murmuring quietly. “I.. I cannot fly… ” A difficult truth to bare, all things considering. “A spear went through my left wing, tore the membrane, shredding the dactylopatagium major and medius. The right wing hit the ground first, and dislocated at the shoulder.” He swallowed hard, his words quiet, concise, intelligent. “As for what I am… ” He pointed into the shallow water. Hid

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Rythyren Orn'sepa Supporter
The air was cool and crisp, clouds drifted lazily through the night sky. Rythyren sighed quietly, looking up at the sky. One flight couldn’t hurt, could it? Between the paperwork from the lost over the past month, to his own personal losses, the magister was dropping further and further into a slum, one that he dare not stay within, He knew where that road led, and he couldn’t let himself make the same mistakes of others in the past. Squaring

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Draigarth Elric Dawnbough

Draigarth hummed quietly, the pride lord chuckling as the pride’s kittens gathered around his feet while he fed Calam. Nearby several of the adults lounged. One of the side caves that led to their private chambers in the cove was littered with felines of various kinds. His hair was free of debris, pulled back into it’s normal fox tail, his muscular, deep tanned form bare save for a snug fitting pair of leather trousers th

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Draigarth Elric Dawnbough

The Pridelord frowned slightly, his ears drooping, as he came up beside Lowenthal. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, before he rested a hand on the man’s spaulder quietly, offering a slight squeeze from gauntlet-ed hand.


The magister would feel icy to the touch as he stared out over the pond at nothing in particular. “I… I have been trying to contact her all day

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