The mournful
bellow of a lonely animal echoed through the silence of the trees. Huffing wind
agitated the curtains of the tent as the pitter pattern sound of rain drops landed onto the structure of the tent and filled her ears. Looking around, she
realized he was gone.
((Note : I had to re:write this after doing the Alliance's War Campaign stuff, apparently everybody in the Nazmir group got killed, F for Telaamon.))
This was the sort of landscape that Ryu should have reveled in, Nazmir, a Swamp full of Death and Decay, but there was little real Decay
A wild sort of chaos surrounded her mind, a swirling dervish of memories that the druid had thought to
It started out as a feverish restlessness. Limbs needing to sway with any form of movement, be it pacing or twirling about in the hallways of the Westmorn estate; lavish carpet crushed beneath
"New Lands, New Opportunities Pt.5 - Finale"
The light of the blood moon shone through to a filthy cage that Rosinthel had been calling home for the past few months. There she lie among the stench and rot of fetid remnants of slaughtered corpses. She took every violent attack and insult hurled at her by both her captors as well as the whispers inside of her own head; at
“You’re late, you’re never late, is something wrong?” a deep voice speaks softly, coming from the darkest corner of the ruins. There’s a clear sense of worry lingering in the words
Crimson runes painted along the alabaster tub were eroded haplessly. Amidst the rouge waters, Sinara lifted a leg, carelessly staining the floor with diluted blood. Half-lidded eyes met a dime-sized puncture, clean through the flesh. The corner of her lip curled as a sneer marred her features.
A wooden bedside table with a platter of mauve gems was just out of reach. Wa
Songs from the Skyway:
the Deal of an Airborne Priest
[A transcription of a popular song commonly heard up on Orgrimmar’s Skyway, favorably sung by military personnel within airborne forces. Many variations exist - this is only one of many Translated from Goblin to Orcish.]
“ What
This was the sort of landscape that Ryu should have reveled in, Nazmir, a Swamp full of Death and Decay, but there was little real Decay within Nazmir. G’huun had been purified, poison doesn’t leave the host the moment the parasite is removed, and the effects of the synthetic Old God still lingered. The Death Knight could feel it, being an Unholy Death Knight he was trained in Necromancy..