Moonlight poured into the forest through the peeks of the canopy. Not a sound was made except for her breathing. She was running in a way she never ran before. Each step she took with her powerful legs made her run faster and faster. She was free. She was wild. The forest was her domain and nothing could stop her.

She leaped into the air and over a…

Simple and pressed clothes hide the more curious mind behind;  A hidden ring of bursting energy and curiosity;



Lost beneath the heavy mantle of loss.…

His warmth calls to me.



I can almost hear his blood coursing through him. I can feel his heartbeat.



I hate him.



He remembers. He knows of the sorrow.



I can tell he pities me. I do not want it.



He doesn’t know my name. He doesn’t remember me. I am still Miseris. I am still nothing.



Yet I know that I was something else. She was not me. She is dead.



He does not leave. He wants to go. He wants to descend into our world.



I…

Lakeshire

The wooden floor creaked softly with the draenei's heavy hooves tapping against them. He had been waiting for an hour for the gnome to leave his room and make his way downstairs so he could finally leave the damned inn, the stench of humans around the place was making him sick. He let out a long sigh, he could wait, the rain outside would make it impossible for them to go anywhere any time soon.

-Hey! Hey! I'm tiny, not…

An unknown day.

Sigmah sat alone upon the stark, uncomfortable wooden chair, before an ash wood desk. His study was cavernous in the crypt, surrounded by books of all ages and sorts, a few instruments, a few trophies hanging upon the wall. A blue fire crackled in the back of the study, an assortment of skulls and fuel burning quietly. The chair was fitted for his height and weight, but still creaked slightly when the death knight sat upon it. Upon the desk lay the…

       The small palisade was dark and quiet, and Shikira peered inside, her Elven eyes giving her night vision, taking in the bandits and their sentries and guards. She nocked an arrow, picking a target and looking back over her shoulder. Her words were barely above a hushed whisper, “I can take out several of them from here, you shou-” She cut off as she realized Sielic was already transforming and the shadows came to life around him, springing forward through the palisade walls. Within…

Gari Bouldertoe came in as Arkahd left. He sampled the ale... five or six times, got sick on the freshly cleaned floor and proceeded ta drink another round... an got sick again... I hope this guy can sing, I really do...

Anyhow, he seemed nice enough, didn't insult the ale, spoke kindly, wasn't a violent drunk. If 'e can't sing all the others will be drunk enoughthat they might not notice it heheh.

~There are little doodles on the page of two dwarves, one a…

((reposting of the journals from the other site. catching up and such.))

The words are scrawled in barely decernable Darnassian on a scrap sheet of paper, tucked between the cover and flyleaf of a small, blank, leather bound book.

sometims i wish i could do mor with a pen and paper than use it to write things that are unte inintelgibul hardly read abl. 

i also wish that i could stop loosing books. there…

The…

As I sit upon this desk once more with my eyes idly resting upon the elf skull decorating it, I can't help but feel slightly annoyed with myself for falling that far from grace. I suppose that is what brings me to begin writing this evening.

Feelings.

Currently, I'm unsure how exactly to deal with this new...curse. Due to L'Mort and the Professor's prodding into my brain, they've re-awakened the humanity that was slowly being eaten away by decay and simple repression. I no…

It had been a frustrating, but educational, few weeks.



Ephasia's diagnosis had proven correct. Captain Ashford had taken unstinting care to see that his crew and her friends both humored Zaerah's delusion and worked to jog her memories. They chipped away bit by bit, like so much bilge rust, at the corroded veneer of Lady Gunwale.



After several days, Kino decided to load up the big guns. He set up all her camping things and took her to see them.  He knew Zae had spent…

Fires rage around the old mansion, instantly setting aflame anything in its path. Padded feet and dark fur sprint through the

path of chaos, sniffing and snarling. They search for their target, because that is all it was to them, a target, a job. A lone

Forsaken maid crouched in the corner, hidden away beneath the Shadow. At last, a beast, a murderer, spotted her. She had to

make a choice...…

(Yes, this is heavily inspired by a certain scene from a certain movie. No, I am not ripping it off. Gonzo's character is very much like that of another short, green, old man, and Spike's situation  closely matches that of another young man looking to get better. Any complaints will be met with The Hand, who will be ready and willing to take your questions, comments, and concerns.)

3 July. Gonzo's Hideout, Uldum.…

Tuesday, July 3rd



Saturday, Evening. Picnic. 

The Midsummer Picnic went well. The greatest joy was the arrival of Awenita, who mothered the idea and helped make it flourish. During the coordination she was as wise, certain, and passionate as what I have come to expect from her. Showing her what her seeds of imagination could blossom into made me feel like my job was complete. As usual, the amount of…

A chance meeting the night before has left me in thought. I have made no attempt to disguise my discomfort in Stormwind as I vault between one continent and the other. The city bares many of my reservations and insecurities, to the point that I find myself remaining in the city longer than necessary, if even to better acquaint myself. I want to know and overcome each in time.…

I woke in the early morning hours, glimmers of sunlight trickling in through the open air windows. In the emerging light I could see the still form of my mate; his breathing slow but regular. Some of his wounds, inflicted by Zun’sul, had broken open and were weeping slightly where claw marks intersected them.



Dawn filtered into the house as I quietly moved off the loft; my eyes taking in the brightening scene, the morning air cool on my bare skin. Our sleeping mattress was sundered,…

"So that's where you were last night?"



Lockon nodded and scooped another spoonful of baby food from the bowl. Holding it in front of Marina, the baby looked at the food for a moment before opening her mouth to eat it, saying happily. "Bop!"



"I can't believe Mayune managed to calm them down." continued Alekstraya, now smiling at her daughter as she ate her food. "You'd have thought they'd come to blows, considering what you told me."



"We should be thankful, fel I…

They don’t suspect a thing…

Sunrise breaks in a wave of saffron and fuchsia, illuminating the pair of entwined corpses sprawled out upon the furs and skins. Bloody clothing has been cast aside; marks of a ritual dagger score the floor in several places, creating an intricate design in the boards that circumnavigates the atrocity pile.

Keep him happy, keep him ignorant…

One corpse twitches as the first rays of light sting the cold…

My trial didn't go as I thought it would. Regardless of the evidence, my answers, Kalren still sentenced me to death. I imagine it was because of Flixle's insane conclusion in regards to what I should've done. Unfortunately for such an assumption, I was never put under the impression that people would be targeted and killed. I didn't join to kill people, so why would I risk deaths on multiple people? I didn't even kill anyone either, so his assumption that my death would save others was the…