Dearest Lellenthyr,

Can we meet sometime soon? I have a few questions I would like to ask you. Its regarding the event from a few days ago. I think there is something terribly wrong with me, and perhaps you can help... reverse it.

I’m sure there will be many other things to talk about as well besides this rather disappointing issue of mine.

Whenever is best for you, just let me…

Lily glared daggers at the letter clutched in her left hand.  Of all the Apothecaries Trebaruna could assign her to, did it…

She watches his eyes that night and sees the change, the relief of a burden carried for far too many centuries. If they had simply been weakened, she knows her husband would have been tempted to make a move that might have cost him his life. Instead he watches, revels as the Aspects, for the first time, shed the skins of immorality. Watching them suffer as mortals do, unable to interfere any longer, was enough reward for him.

As they celebrate the fall of the Destroyer that…

The short note is attached to a small box wrapped neatly in brown paper. A muffled rhythmic tapping sound emanates from the box.…

*crack* *pop-pop pop pop-pop* *crackle*



I can hear the gnomish-engineered fireworks exploding over the city of Stormwind tonight. Looking out the window of our home, I can see them turning from bright streamers into ever changing stars of color. It reminds me of a mage's combat-magic, with it's colorful streamers and explosions; only without the burning heat and chilling cold that came with it. I can see that the majority of fireworks being spent are of the colors of the dragon…

"Where the hell is Merly? Has anyone seen her?" Ephasias voice over the com was strong and direct.

"Seriously Guys...Someone HAS to have heard from her."

"NOT NOW EPHASIA!" Nemamiah and Valarian both chimed in. She could hear the terrifying sounds of the fight raging behind them. She knew they had set off to fight. She knew the work they did in there was good. She just didn't care at that moment. She hoped that they did well, She hoped that they were…

I still feel like I was crushed by a mammoth. But at least I can breathe with relative ease. And my skin has healed completely.



Hard to tell the hour. Dozens of weary fighters sleep all around me, and the world out the window is dark. But it is always dark in Dragonblight, and this…

Doughnuts Will Save the World

How can someone so innocent,

Be so incredibly fierce?…

Our victory was short lived. The mad Aspect rose from his watery grave and lashed out with renewed wrath. My memory is blurry at this point, I must have been nearly blinded by rage as I had the Aspect of Death almost at eye level. I only remember searing pain, and my consciousness  drifting from me. Then someone... a Dwarf? snapped me back to reality. I was in terrible pain, but that did not stop me from…

I never tire of the feeling I get while in freefall. I am at home on the ground, out at sea or in the sky. Soon I engaged my parachute and directed my fall right after those that had dropped ahead of me. Soon our whole group landed, ready for the next move.



The enemy was large, gigantic. And we knew he was aware of…

I am back home, if only temporarily.While I have time and energy, I take journal and pen to recount the events of the last few days. There is much to write about.



The campaign is about over.. Deathwing has fallen. And we were there for the final push. Many of the Destroyer's minions fell to our blades, shots and…

Disclaimer: Graphic content. Do not read this if you are weak-stomached!

It was a cold night of the new year. Mist covered the grass of the ever-flourishing

forest of Elwynn, the concentrated stronghold of human civilization. Along the banks of

Stonecairn Lake, a couple, a man and a woman, share intimate experiences with each other

under the bright light of the White Lady. They held…

I have gone on one last patrolling round around the Keep. As I passed by, a wave of geists charged against the gates' defenders. I reckon I scored a few headshots, but I cannot tell for certain. This double-barreled cannon I like to call rifle blasts those withered corpses to pieces with a single -double- shot.



It was an eventful day. I worked on my tinkering, something I had not done in a long time, and not seriously since before the Civil War. After poring over my old notes and…