Alys,

I know I should have written sooner, and being busy is hardly an excuse, but it's the truth. You are also rather hard to track down even for family. I was tempted to hide a tracking device in this missive, but rest assured, I did not. You would probably find it anyway, if I did.…

The naaru's radiance and the need for guidance were what led her to holy Shattrath, but she found her steps deviating upon entering the city. She found herself lingering at the entrance of the orphanage, and felt little surprise to see the silver-haired, ethereal figure seated within. 

As his chilled smile greeted her she tried to remind herself that he was the only other creature in existence to share bonds of familial blood with her, though his own blood had long run…

Gray light was filtering in through the narrow seams in the tent’s walls, too little to see by, but just enough to let Akrah know that dawn was on the way. The stiff ache in her joints kept her still for a little while longer as she eased herself awake. Her old blanket, veteran of nearly as many campaigns as herself, was wadded up underneath her bad leg, lifting it slightly so that she could sleep more soundly. She was grateful for the mild temperatures here in the Jade…

A small, leather-bound journal...

I got a journal before leaving Kharanos. They say writing is therapeutic. I've been having nightmares the last few nights, mostly about the monastery. Dark thoughts have been interfering with my spiritual practices. Maybe writing things down will help.

I've finally made it to Menethil a week ago. Feels good to breathe in the fresh ocean air again after all these years. This is not the same town I once knew; a lot has…

Pel crumpled the letters in her fists. "GAH!" she spat, hurling the paper against the wall. The little "pip" it made as it bounced off the stones was unsatisfying, as was the soft rustling that accompanied its falling to the ground. She glared at it balefully and raised a clenched fist in the air. A tower of fiery inferno obliterated the offending parchment in a way that was MUCH more satisfying. "STOP OPENING THE BOXES," she yelled at the charred smear before stalking out of the empty…

Greetins Chieftain, it comes to me atttention that the long awaited uprising has finally come to light, though others  may frown on me lendin a hand to those who seek to end garrosh, and i could care less. now i dont delude meself ta think all will be fine after he falls, though i do hope we have at least a break form killin eachother.  i recently cam einto the posseson of a lot of weapons we stashed in Gilneas, finest weapons around, guns, cannons, blades of different styles. i know you…

My dearest beloved,

The Horde is in open rebellion.  The murderous insanity of the orcish leader is about to come to an end.  The alliance will be warring with these loyalist forces, assisting the rebels in hopes that stability and perhaps peace may be ascertained in the end of it all.

For your safety, our future, and for our family, I have decided I will assist in this.  I will be having that lovely gift your brother Morgan gave us refit for blockade running.…

To the honorable Chieftan Kormok Wraithverge,

I imagine the civil war now broiling in the Horde has gotten you and yours embroiled.  Gauging the reactions of some of your members I can either be in direct contact with, or via my usual methods of information seeking, I shall assume you are making the correct choice.

The war between the Alliance and Horde has long been filled with sinful and disgraceful acts on both sides, but these are usually restricted to local…

April 24th

Repeated exposure is a practice technique used to strengthen the message that needs to be remembered. It can be replayed passively, in the background in conjunction with the activities of the subject, or can be actively repeated by the subject until the regurgitation becomes habit.

I find myself diving into the mind of madness now, not with curiosity, but from habit. Is this what you wanted? To create a feeling that was so alluring that not even the strongest…

*A well written letter is delivered by morning where Vym slept and let down beside her. No one was seeing delivering it, it was like the letter appeared there from nowhere*

My only one,

I would write to you when I awake in the farm, just couldn’t yesterday because my hands didn’t stop to shake, that’s the fourth letter I write and I hope the tears stop for a while or I won’t be able to do it. I couldn’t sleep this night, it was…

20.) Does your character have any irrational fears?

Liliania Sunsong- is afraid of spiders. They are eight legged freaks to her. Big small, harmless vicious, tamed wild, she don't care, she can't stand them. They just give her the heebee jeebees. It's a little fact that Nylian has taken advantage off in the true spirit of an 8 year old boy. Soo'lu, the oracle orphan at the academy has named himself the Spiderslayer, eating all spiders (or trying too) to help…

Vaurrich adds a small log to the Fire. Ironshell hisses on the edge of the Light.

"I know Ironshell i know, but we must keep Looking, i cant live with myself knowing that i didnt at least Try to find them."(Gerrik,Terra,and Zane)    

The pain and suffering He had thought long gone had returned after all these years, The Pain of his children being taken, and Bride-to-be's Insanity, and…

Warchief Kormok,

It pleases me greatly to have confirmed my suspicion that you are literate. I had heard otherwise from a certain Human priest with a red hat who you may have ran into on occasion. Now that we have dispensed with the formalities of hating each other if you would just kindly send forth a note of rebellion friendly homesteaders or areas you would rather us not operate in we can avoid the loss of civilian life. Otherwise rebellious civilians might indeed…

Something about the way that the mechanical cloud serpent moved made Akrah uncomfortable, and she groaned as she saw it heading her way. Its serpentine body looped through the air, whirring far more quietly than it ought to have done. In Akrah’s opinion any mechanical device that didn’t have an engine you could easily see was already suspicious, and RUNE’s habit of quietly sneaking up on her had not endeared the little construct to her at all.…

The sounds of gunfire and explosions rip through the usually calm and quiet barrens.  In haste, the knights boots hit the ground before the armored wyvern can even light itself on the soft soil in the dry hills.  The fires burn unchecked in the tall grasses. 

The heavy armor causes each rushed step to thud and crunch as he passes through the smokey air.  Pulling his helm from his head, he tosses it aside as a rare look of desperation crosses his face.  Raising his hands, showers of…

Frost grunted to himself when he heard the order to get out of Orgrimmar crackle in his ear; part of it was irritation, as he'd just gotten the forge hot enough to do some proper work with steel, partly because he had his own miniature armory of his creations he'd be forced to leave behind, and part of it was relief that he'd no longer have to be polite to the boot-licking bastards who thought they could keep poking their nose into Tiger business.

And, just on time, a booted…

You left me

Didn't even let me finish

Didn't even let me call for you

Couldn't stand to face me

Even if you chose to leave aftewards

I do believe that we are bound to each other

And we are soulmates…

(( Original letter here. ))

Human,

Circumstances being what they are, that I am found on the battlefield against the foes of my people -- no matter their allegiance or race -- should not be a surprise to anyone. Despite what your corrupt and befouled kingdoms seem to believe, not all of my kind agree with the Warchief's actions or methods. That my clan has joined the resistance…

*The seal of this letter has no doubt been broken, the contents magically scanned for any curses, poisons or other ne'er do wells*

Warchief Kormok,

I hope this letter can reach you. Correspondence between our kind is difficult at best.It has been over a year since I saw you in the midst of battle at Desolation Hold. How the world has changed for you to deliver your axe into the foe I was hunting down. I write you not to thank you, though controlling that…

(( RP with the lovely Cethlenn, thank you as always! Warning: Strong Language ))

The northern lights dance among the distant storm; navy bleeding into white bleeding into orange, rippling like a flag in the wind against the billowing, lavender clouds. Amber lightning flashed, followed by the booming roar of thunder. Ulduar stood strong against the constant wintry onslaught of the northern continent, stone pillars rising like veteran soldiers in the intensifying winds.…