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Lorailyn Kelsey
It had happened once before...


"Look...out!" the soldier Lorailyn was tending screamed as loudly as a man touched by death could scream. She abruptly turned her gaze to the west, catching sight of a flash of red charging toward them. Instinctively, she knew it was another Horde barbarian - what other red-clad assassin would a nearly empty encampment of wounded?

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Zhalàr
Author's Note: This story was written for a server writing contest on my then server (not Wyrmrest Accord) with the prompt of "Alterac Valley." That is why this story is specific to that battleground.

"Lose Some"

© 2007

Nasira stamped and snorted her disapproval, tossing her proud head with a jingle of tack and harness. Her breath fogged in the freezing air, wreathing her muzzle in a fine mist that de

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Zhalàr
"Nightmares"

© 2006



Panting, gasping for every sulfurous breath, the man traversed the nightmare landscape. His gait was not the easy, long-legged lope of a man accustomed to dancing for hours on end or distance running for pleasure. It was the ragged, panicked flight of a terrified animal.

Blood oozed from numerous shallow cuts and scrapes, each burning as sweat found those wounds. Ev

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Aranya Ver'Sarn

Aranya sat, at one of her myriad desks in one of her sundry offices or sanctums scattered throughout the nooks and crannies of all the known worlds, her upright pointed ears stiff with irritation, her whiskery black eyebrows twitching ever-so-slightly with every warring emotion in her head, staring at a letter tha

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Chamomielle Meadowscorn
Who: Mielle, a shack in the woods
What: Just making some friends.
Warnings: Animal death, some gore.

She dips her arms elbow-deep into the basin. They feel nothing -- with care, the blood has cooled just enough with a few coals smoldering underneath it to match her own temperature, the basin a womb, her fingers and palms suspended in the lull of the liquid, her mind slowly approaching a trance. Th

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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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Threska Tetherfang Supporter

Hi there!


This rose out of RP with Goramar. As part of a series of trials, each low-ranking member lost ownership of their names. They have to earn it back by presenting 200 trophies (actual in-game items) to Honored Home, and this is my take on Threska’s trial.


-K

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Ceara Ilthien

Nightmares drove Ceara from her tent just before dawn, clutching her arms to her chest. The sun had yet to rise over the horizon, but it’s rosy light was beginning to touch the ocean, illuminating the Jeweled Coast of Stormsong. She had made camp on a cliff overlooking that vista.

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