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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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Iselin Lansford
(This is taking place in Drustvar 5 years prior to present time.)


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.Read More...

Iselin Lansford Feb 15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
Ryu Shadowborn

((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

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Kestrel Westmorn


A wild sort of chaos surrounded her mind, a swirling dervish of memories that the druid had thought to

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Kestrel Westmorn

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

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Rosinthel Duskrunner

"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

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Ercia Bluewing

“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

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Sinara Cinderfall

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

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Pawsoff

⁣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

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