Simaon Cirane Stilton was enjoying the past few days of gnoll hunting when he had decided to return to the inn in Lakeshire for some rest. Being outside and getting his sword bloodied helped to take his mind off of Elizabeth and Fulton. There were moments, though, when despite the slashing of gnoll heads he kept thinking of that evening in Southshore.
"Why did Fulton attack me? Why did Elizabeth act so strangely when I returned?"
he thought to himself
And when he was… Continue
Added by Simaon Cirane Stilton on May 29, 2010 at 5:30pm —
The bartender at the inn in Darkshire stood behind the counter cleaning glasses with a dingy rag. The rain outside continued as it had for the past three nights. It was a terrible and dark time to be in Duskwood. The bartender had nearly finished his nightly routine when a woman he had never seen before entered the inn. The human female had a hooded cloak shielding her from the rain which she removed from over her head as she entered the inn. Her black hair fell beside her face and her… Continue
Added by Saned on May 29, 2010 at 2:00pm —
I traveled north without companion today, and rode to the Lightbringer's tomb. Continue
There was rumor among Alliance cities that the Tabard of the Lightbringer was found, and is now held at the tomb by a Knight of the Ebon Blade. The rumors were hushed, when I first heard word, I did not believe it was true. I thought the tabard lost, or I simply did not think of it at all. I only considered the betrayal of Lordaeron's prince, and the end of the Silver Hand. It is a betrayal and loss…
Added by Arialynn Dawnfield on May 29, 2010 at 1:30pm —
I placed responsibility into the hands of what some would see as our youngest Templar. Continue
Harple Firehand has returned, though it seems he struck a deal with a spirit and its sense of humor. I await his full account on how and why he appeared before Koryander and I, grinning and appearing like a child. No - not child, but adolescent at the very least. He is fortunate that his robes still fit, but the occasional crack to his voice was distracting.
Firehand and I never see…
Added by Arialynn Dawnfield on May 29, 2010 at 1:00pm —
I have been helping to defend the interests of Stormwind in Lakeshire. While there the bartender of the local inn had requested provisions to help keep the bar running. I agreed to fetch the cases of drinks even though the list contained moonshine from Darkshire. I had never ventured into such a... unsettling place and was a bit nervous about what I would find there. I would never have guessed that a key to my past was lurking in the shadows.
When I had arrived in the inn there in… Continue
Added by Simaon Cirane Stilton on May 29, 2010 at 11:30am —
I have been given a gift.
I have been given a family, a destiny...a name.
How strange, that one name can change so much. However, something that seems so trivial can mean so much more than we think. Names define. Names bind. Names announce to the world things that otherwise remain unspoken about our inner selves.
And I...I have never been happier than I am now. Others, I fear, won't understand, cannot understand hat has happened. They may not know what to think… Continue
Added by Lellenthyr Blooddrake on May 29, 2010 at 2:30am —
In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine.
--George Bernard Shaw
The foul smell that wafted through his nostrils nearly made him gag. But the Knight stood aloft as proud as he and his brethren could bear, looking across the scorched city. Stratholme was dying. Nay, by now she would already be dead and deserving of burial.… Continue
Added by Nicholas Vaelans on May 29, 2010 at 1:17am —
Am I sleeping? Have I slept?
Around me there are countless voices. My eyes seem shot, ruined. Sight is a painful struggle. Even then only my right eye is opening, and that to half-lidded, giving a grey, distorted look to the area around me. I seem to be in a room of some kind. I try to fully open my eyes and a searing pain flares in the left socket. I let out a dull groan, and everything goes black and quiet.
What has my life been, if not to lead to this moment?… Continue
Added by Raide Deseth on May 28, 2010 at 10:00am —
When I entered the role of bodyguard for the man I call Mr. Northfold, I -never- expected anything of it.
I thought "Hey! I stand here...beat people and make easy money.".... Boy was I wrong.
I slowly became the person you didnt want to see when you know you did something wrong. I am the bitch..The brute. the woman who lost every bit of her womanly aspects and became a rabid dog who bites before a word is spoken. They all get angry with me and i say "Hey its my job. Its… Continue
Added by Assterev on May 27, 2010 at 10:30pm —
(This is a story written about Kelsus Hadson, Nathale Talic and Sedraylia Tru'al. IE: Ciann's parents and their connection to Kelsus. )
Sedraylia stood on the circular balcony of her home looking out at the buildings of the violet city. Her redish blonde hair hung straight and loose to her hips, glinting in rising light of the sun. She wore the violet and gold tabard of the Kirin’Tor over a white and gold robe of spellcloth. Her ears were long and ended in a point like the… Continue
Added by Ciann Tru'al on May 27, 2010 at 4:21pm —
Saned made his way to the rogue quarter of the Undercity. He snarled a bit as he walked up to the dagger vendor who had asked for a meeting.
"It is said that you have a message for me" Saned said in a tone that demonstrated his annoyance at dealing with the common vendor
"Fulton Stilton I presume?" said the vendor
Saned's eyes narrowed as he replied "Nobody has dared use that name in my presence for a very long time, I hope for your sake that you have a reason
to taint such… Continue
Added by Saned on May 27, 2010 at 2:30pm —
I spoke with Papa about the things that have been happening to me lately. As far as Kelsus and his court goes, Papa acted as a go between so that they’d stop chasing me. Now I have a permanent shadow at least for the time being. I’m not happy about it but at least I know the person is there, and Ravien seems okay enough.
Kelsus still scares the hell out of me everytime I see him, and to make matters worse I found out that Gled used to work for him. I felt a deep sense of betrayal… Continue
Added by Ciann Tru'al on May 27, 2010 at 9:30am —
"This had better pay off" Donnivan thought as he slogged calf-deep through the muck of Dustwallow marsh. A bit of ease dropping around the guard's quarters back in Theramore had turned him on to the presence of a group of deserters lurking out in the wilderness, supposedly trying to repair an old watch tower for use as a base of operations. Where there was construction there were things worth stealing and Donnivan had set out into the quagmire just as soon as full dark had fallen.
Added by Donnivan Samuel Coleridge on May 26, 2010 at 5:12pm —
(( Would not all fit on character status, but a movie quote that goes along with what she's feeling at the moment ))
Apathy is the solution. I mean, it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.
This week has been hard, extremely hard. I hope I have not pushed… Continue
Added by Maliki Silverson on May 26, 2010 at 12:00pm —
The being that still thought of herself as Biara Barderan looked around. Much of the labyrinth was still here, but it no longer fed into the shade of the demon that she had killed, and so his plans for resurrection were most likely to remain unfinished.
The barriers he had built into this pocket of the Nether to keep it seperate were weakening, but not fully gone, and would not be for some time. What she really needed was one big push.
She sensed it… Continue
Added by Biara Barderan on May 26, 2010 at 4:45am —
I never write enough, the purpose of this journal is to leave an accurate record of myself, plans and thoughts should I die on the field. But I find myself leaving it for weeks on end, I was never the dedicated writer or scholar. My father would perhaps balk at my lack of discipline, Light be with his departed soul. Continue
The nights seem more often as of late. The Templars now wage a war of containment with its former ally, the Tears of Draenor. I sent Marksman Kanta Wildsabre to appeal…
Added by Arialynn Dawnfield on May 26, 2010 at 2:00am —
Monroe grinned as he rode away from the woman impaled upon a stake on the main road north of Stormwind. He knew somewhere north Northfold made his home but he didn't know where. He had ran into Lerianus in Stormwind. The Draenei assassin had been released from the guards. Figures, the corrupted officials of the Guard are always letting criminals go.
Not this time.
Monroe had severed her right arm below the elbow then blasted her in the chest with an explosive rocket which… Continue
Added by Monroe on May 24, 2010 at 6:36pm —
It's been nearly seven days that my love has gone to meditate in far off lands. I miss him. My Akakur, I don't believe it - I lived over two thousand years without ever having met him. I've courted with him for less than a month and already my heart needs him so much. I can see why Lucien said that attachments were not necessarily a good thing. Still, I wouldn't trade my Akakur for all the freedom or peace of mind in the world.
It's gotten kinda pathetic - I hardly even want to drink… Continue
Added by Mirth Ilaari Ironbrew on May 24, 2010 at 2:29pm —
I returned to Stormwind last night after spending three days that I don't remember in the sharp-ear city of Darnassus. Why I was there I'm un sure of. The last thing I remember is talking to Lady Sirithil in the park district, and then waking up with Tel over me in Darnassus. Did she kidnap me? Lady Sirithil? Did either of them do anything to me? I haven't felt like myself since my return to Stormwind. I get irritated more often, it's an emotion I'm not used to dealing with.
Added by Ciann Tru'al on May 24, 2010 at 4:43am —
When I told you there was a dreaming part of me that you did not possess, I thought it was true.
The truth is I dreamt of vagabond fleets sailing endless water, the truth is I dreamt of castles in the clouds and of books and magic to be found in the labyrinths therein.
I dreamt of compass needles and of fireflies lighting the ruins hidden in ancient forests, I dreamt of underground streams found in crystals caves of rainbow. I dreamt of valleys where the winds run free… Continue
Added by Lellenthyr Blooddrake on May 24, 2010 at 2:30am —