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Caedun
It all burned behind him.

He strode into a new and damned life with certain and firm footfalls.

It all burned behind him.

He limped from his once-home, anger fueling him where waning blood and weakened heart could not.

It all burned behind him.

He left the battlefield at war's end, knowing now that there was only one solution to the cycle.

It all burned befo

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Velale Dreadveil

A downpour spreads across the whole of Azurebreeze Coast. Light grey clouds present a deceptive edge wherein the centre the clouds darken with the weight of rain. They have been on the move for some number of days. Neither is quite sure if you were to ask. Fitting weather for a tumultuous change of lifestyle. Dreadveil. A name no longer uttered in Silvermoon let alone Quel'Thalas.


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Velale Dreadveil Nov 14 · Rate: 5
Iyeris of the Black Tide

“Just let me hold you…”



How sweet they were— those first few moments, a bliss in the unknown, an exhilaration and anticipation of what was to come. It was perhaps a worse fate, worse than those who were doomed to her lure— to be drowned was a merciful thing, for to fall in love was far worse and never did those who dared

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Iyeris of the Black Tide Nov 13 · Rate: 5
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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Colme Blackveil

A persistent scraping sound echoed out over the center of Eldre'thalas, bouncing off the stone walls and drowning in the sea of moss and vines that hung from towering trees. Thuds accented the silence that followed each duration of scraping until enough wood had been piled up to form a proper bonfire. Atop the towering pile rested the dismembered pieces of what used to be a Kaldorei, then an Illidari, and now twisted husk of

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Iyeris of the Black Tide

"i eat men like air."



they sang all sorts of songs-- the men, the sailors. of fortune and gold, or torture and woes, their voices grizzled upon the evening's sea; bobbing upon that black tide. this vessel would

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Lady Amora'lei

Song resonated tenuously throughout the thick of the dense, atramentous woods. Moonlight merely trickled betwixt the rime-covered leaves and twisting, branches of trees, her silvery rays oscillating, occasionally painting the stones in white that reflected against the snow enveloping the ground. How ethereal the haunting ambience was for a lullaby to be spilled this night; a faint chime echoing, carried by honeyed and velvete

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Aroen Wildblade Team

I never expected for such a thing to be uttered. Of course, trees burn all the time. On battlefields across Azeroth, I've seen Gnomes misfire their muskets with a remarkable combustion of pines and -- perhaps more relevantly -- warlocks incinerate entire forests. Never once did it occur to me that such an omnipresent fortification could cease to exist just by the mere aside of a nearby crier.


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Aroen Wildblade Nov 6 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 1 · Tags: blog, teldrassil, prompt
Sophia Yvaia Vaughan

As usual, mother was far too busy. She’d locked herself in the prayer room and not made a sound in over five hours. Sophia paced back and forth up the hall, occasionall

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