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January 29th, Seventh hour of the morning.
I find it hard to keep up this cheery charade of mine. Perhaps it is simply the lonliness of the years finally breaking forth from the casket I had long locked it inside.
Within this city the humans call Stormwind, I find myself assaulted ...
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Esteemed Madam,In exchange for services rendered I am willing to offer you an exorbitant amount of money. In fact, just bill Vandrian for whatever sum you like. He loves me, and so he will pay it.
I am looking for a skilled escort as I journey through dangerous enemy lands. I will be huntin...
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((Song song to one Kormok Wraithverge at the Liquid Ember after his hard week of hurting stuff. Actual piece by Edmund Vance Cooke.))
I have sung the song of striving,Of the struggling, of arriving,Of making of one's self a horse and mounting him and driving!But now, let's cease;Let's...
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*sighs sitting at Uther's Tomb seem ing very calm and thinking she pulls out her journal and begins to write:*
Dear Journal,
Well so much has happend, and now I see how much of a fool I have been. I have been a spiteful angery child and acted as such torwards people who really...
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There they were laid out before her in five stacks of twenty-five each. Every set single mound nothing more then layering of lifeless bodies that had become stiff from rigor mortis, like lovely pieces of still life that Syvbia had set off to separate into two final heaps. There was the pile co...
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I must admit, despite my outer poise, I often do not know what I'm doing. Especially not in this city. I find the walls and the cobbled streets strange, unwelcome. The smells and sounds are so foreign and humans often confuse and trouble me.
I should stop going to see him, I rea...
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I made an error last night that could have caused the deaths of Asea, Shadow, and even the "mighty" Lady Asha'Val as well.
Demons I expected, those seem quite easier to come by and manipulate than that other monstrosity. Asea should never have been allowed to pose as me. The entire plan wa...
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Ethruul appears in tower, exhausted but feeling happier then ever. It had been long since he had seen Veldor, to long. Though he was old, he still treated years as human years. Bearing pains and losing friends. But it was good to meet with him once again, and hoped he would find his way. Pulling out...
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Fight!
Her world threaten to tumble with each staggering step. Her vision blurred and swayed as dizziness and fatigue affected her senses. The sounds of the marsh dulled and seemed to be muffled. Each...
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“It is not uncommon for love to drive someone to murder. To insanity. Love is something all beings with souls seek. When one finds a method of securing such love…instinct tells us to repeat what works. Eventually love becomes synonymous with murder for such people. It becomes addictive....
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Dearest Nari,
I hope my presence helped you rest, you seemed content, even as you slept. You had not stirred, even as I quickly write this, so I hope you sleep the night through. I will leave to Stranglethorn in the morning, to deliver the bracelet to Isil.
You are still my greatest friend Nari,...
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((Mind you all, I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera Songs while writing this.))
I have finally returned to that Alliance jewel in the Eastern Kingdoms, Stormwind. It lacks the wonders of Dalaran, but It does, however, seem to be more accessible to the populace. Not much has ch...
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Written in Thalassian.
January 28th,
Is it wrong of me to have developed a hatred for Kaze? Perhaps hatred is a strong word... though I’m quite upset and disappointed with the way things are right now. And with the way he left them. The people he cares about, ...
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PJ sighed with relief. This one wasn't Joseph either. She studied every one of those mages through her scope before she fired. She studied them even more closely after she killed them.
It was so hard to remember exactly what Joseph looked like. All of her memories were so hazy. Trying to pi...
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Elland sat on the ledge, the winds ripping across him and his fur rustling in the wind. His eyes, ice blue, looked down the mountain he perched on. His leather armor was still warm, recently donned again. Elland looked down at his claws. Blood stained them now. Green ichor from the Forsaken, and bri...
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The river is quiet. Dusk is upon the land. The rays of light that desperately cling to the scy are all the light that remains. Buyaga, the warrior of the Mag'har, stands, as still as a stone, near the banks of the Southfury River.
The position he is in is one for training. He wields his mas...
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Everything is dark, and spinning. Am I dead? Can’t be dead, I still hear the drone of their voices over the ringing. Note to self, enchantments work. They just don’t stop the force of a blast. I wish now that I had listened and just let Salixa get her own scattergun.
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I won't pretend to have morals, they do not exist in the realm of the dead. My undeath has opened my eyes to everything. Life is a joke played on us by the Titans. We live our lives participating in the circus of life, fearing the next turn when the lion might gobble us...
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Remia peeled off the ochre vestments she wore noting the threadbare areas where the cloth had worn thin on the hem and sleeves that were far past her skill to repair. Instead of downright discarding the robe alltogether, she was determined to salvage the honey colored cloth which...
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Gabranth streches his arms and yawned. The hammock was nice, a rocking bed that swayed back and forth in the hot weather of the Echo Islses. Gabranth didn't care much for the hot weather. He never had in life either. He prefered the cold and the quiet, and the darkness. A nice tomb or tunnel was con...
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