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SupporterWith great ferocity, she invades Father’s study— heavy, hand carved doors swinging wildly at her flank, rumbling like thunder throughout the manor and framing the stage for what surely is to become a confrontation.
“It was you,” she accuses, standing with his desk to part them, the venerable man across from her yet settled into a high-back chair; unbothered.
“This - was not what I expected.”
Soft.
Hardly a whisper but for the barest pull of lips
It was pouring down rain on the night of where I lost my voice. I would rather have had my voice be drowned out by the downpour of the rain than lose it forever. Our party arrived at the ruins of Nym to study a tablet there for a necklace that I had gotten from my parents. The necklace, I believed, had ties to the Nym's secret in how they did so well with small squads with Marauders. How I was ever so wrong.
The apprentice was too numbed to be able to find rest in mind and body. Her tanned skin had cracked open. It carried shades of milky white and dark sanguine, with blisters swelling and tightening over her neckline and down her arm. She could feel the aching in her wrist, which in turn made her left hand shake from the throbbing pain pulsating from it.
As I st
“Kali...”
It was a whisper from far, far away; breaking through the night like a calling, or summons. Or perhaps even an omen. However, the drugged girl could not open her eyes.
"Quiet Contemplation"
Weeks had passed since her rescue from Nazmir and Rosinthel had finally made her way back to the Eastern Kingdoms. Not only had she found her way back to civilization, but she had been reunited with her stoic companion, a grand tigress named Nuala. The two eventually made their way to the Human capital of Stormwind and settled in near the graveyard
Trolls are known for their darwinistic outlook on life, characteristics best exhibited by t
