I've been using Flash to ink my works and that's okay but sometimes I don't want the brush style lines I get there and sometimes too having to get the line in one stroke is really a PITA so I want to…Continue
So last night I installed Sketch Pad that came with my Intuos and in the time I was able to use it I fell in love. I realized then I needed sketching software for much of what I wanted to do but…Continue
Recently I've seen more and more people looking for items that are crafted that are either a rare drop recipe or no longer available in game. I thought it would be useful if we could post here those…Continue
One of the things that some of you might have noticed is that when you post a ginormous link in a post, it gets cut off when it wraps to the next line making the link un-clickable. Also here on the…Continue
Merlynne stared out over the rail of the mighty ship, The Thunderstorm, the chill wind crisp on her face. Her hands were covered in soft, woolen gloves and tucked neatly inside a thick, fur muff. A heavy, fur-lined cloak, clasped down the front, hung from her narrow shoulders enveloping her thin frame. Despite being bundled up like a Winter Veil gift she still felt the chill biting into her. Her body hadn’t fully regained its weight and vitality from lying so long injured in a cave in…Continue
She was growing used to the smell of the dank cave. Every so often a stray breeze would manage to penetrate and bring with it the smell of pine. Several days had passed since she first woke in the darkness unsure where she was though now she thought it might be somewhere in the Grizzly Hills of Northrend. Apparently her teleportation spell had gone terribly awry.
The darkness when she first woke revealed a worgen standing over her. At first he seemed feral but there seemed to be…
Merlynne woke to the taste of blood and dirt in her mouth; it tasted pasty and thick. She longed for water to rinse it clean. Her eyes opened to darkness and she could smell cool stone and moisture around her. Her entire body hurt; she could feel a sharp pain in her arm and when she tried to move her fingers they would not obey. She could feel the pain of a stone digging into her thigh. She tried to shift away from it but the searing ache of her body would not permit it. She felt weak and…Continue
Merlynne could feel the power crackling around her, through her, flowing in her veins like her own blood. She let it flow freely, using herself as a conduit to draw and focus it for this single task. It flowed from her fingertips in beams of white energy into the glowing disc before her. A pale vision of Stormwind could be seen within the lighted circle.
She’d been in this same spot since dawn when the call went out to open portals. The mages worked quickly establishing their…