Sargent Bonecrush narrowed his eyes as he looked over the golden-colored fields. Nothing but parched grasslands for miles around, rounded hilltops and unclimbable mountains bordering them.

It was so goddamn hot. So much blood. Everything smells like copper. Metal. Death.

Even with the sun setting and darkness drawing near he could still see undulating waves of heat rising from the ground, distorting his view of the limitless battlefield. It had been a good…

The knife of your silence leaves me wanting in the dark.

Its blade cutting deep, it's poison crippling my heart.

Your smile is serine. Your joys echo through my mind.

We are emotionally connected for your joy equals mine.

When the hearts of two join as one, they say it is good.

But is it when her anger makes you hurt as much as you could?

Her grief equals yours, as does her happy days.

But it is not one-sided. It works for both ways.

Your pains…

Another day, another ship full of wounded men and women arriving from across the sea. It came at exactly the worst time, too; in the morning before it arrived, I checked our fresh water supplies and noticed we were at a dangerous low. Most of the Guardians had been out on patrol or had been rotated back to Stormwind, so we were somewhat short-staffed even without the arrival of a busted-up boat. After the triage, for which I am incredibly and eternally grateful to Thsay for her invaluable…

How long?

He asked himself this question, perhaps too many times. In the spirit world, he could see much, but he could not see the moon or sun. He did not know when day or night descended; when the flora closed their petals to keep in the sun, or when the fauna bedded down to sleep. Sometimes, he could pierce the fog before his eyes, and see a kodo walk by, or a crate sit near the road, but only briefly.

Razas had given him power, he could Spirit Walk freely as…

   (( The following is absolutely not happening In-Game. This series of journals is set completely in a 'what if' environment, of an alternate universe story. I have not brought anyone's character into the story without consulting the player of that character first. Characters in this story are approximated to the best of my ability. I know some characters better than others, and I apologize for any mistakes that may occur that causes the story here to conflict with various players'…

Time is coming to the point where I need to make a decision about my future. Events are happening too fast, too quickly for things to be sat for any period of time. I've spoken to my wife, Alekstraya was hesitant, but agrees that we may have no choice in the matter.



It's not a problem of pride, but more for the future of our children. Marina and now little Avis, born in seclusion must be cared for. I frankly believe that this civil war makes the Horde impossible to provide that…

Der be ah poor an' old farmer lived in ah village. 'E 'ad ah purdy an young wife.. Dah young wife always yearni' ta enjoy life by goin ta fairs an spendin' lota ah money on fine t'ings. But cause ah 'is old age an feeble 'ealth, dah old farmer 'ardly left 'is 'ouse an' didn' earn more dan dat which was necessary. So dah young wife were often sad. Dah couple often fought wid each other.



One day, ah rogue over'eard their fightin' an' saw dah young wife runnin' out ah dah 'ouse in…

Leo's Personal Quest

                    It has been months…

Dear new journal, today I did something that will make many people that I like hate me. But it was needed and in time I wish they will see this. Maybe Velly herself will hate me. I know this. I am shaking right now writing because of this fear, but I am certain that was th right thing to do. It's what was needed and if they see this they maybe can understand.

I... stole Allicia from Musiuu's house. Why did I do that? Because Allicia needs to learn how to stand against the…

Her named sounded just like the summer air. It was meant to say with open lips, inviting and warm. And she was, really. She had chestnut hair always in ringlets no matter how long she tried to straighten it otherwise and soft, velvet lips, always a pale pink. Only Sathrius inherited her chestnut curls, while the twins were born with the sun-kissed blonde hair of their father.

Black hair was a bad sign, her midwife told her as she coddled her newest child in her arms.…

E,

I respect your decision, no matter what spurred it, and I would like you to know that I rest easy, knowing that he is in your good hands. I will inform Lady Light of this progression and should you require my assistance in any other manner, I am more than happy to provide it.

Your post script regarding my sister has me worried. I am highly concerned about her level of…

[Many thanks to Alexander for this collaboration! WARNING: Some strong language and gross/disturbing descriptions!]

Thunder rumbled in the distance as an afternoon storm approached the Valley of the Four Winds. Rain was always welcome in a land with thirsty crops, but not today. Not for…

It's been almost 7 months now since I've set foot on Azeroth.

The Paladin blinked as he came through the Dark Portal, the bright rays of sunlight beating down on him, as he was greeted by a few armed guards. Nodding once, he escorted his faithful kodo 'Lasher' down the ramp towards the waiting officer.

"It is done." he intoned flatly to the orc, as he unlashed 4 large roughhewn bags from Lasher and dropped them at his feet. "Twenty convicts, dead and accounted for. I apologies…

I look back through these many many pages. It was fun at first, so exciting. The story grew into something much more than I ever expected; rich, dynamic, and always full of surprises. All of the people I've met, and the stories I've heard from them made it that much more wonderful. Oh the brilliant and clever minds I've come across, I'd not trade them for anything in the world. I'll keep and remember them in years to come and keep the lessons close. Some of their stories were exuberant and…

For the umpteenth time, Basils eyes searched the ornate roof of her brothers home in Dalaran. It was the same as it had been twenty minuets prior. Stretching out on the bed, she winced, holding a hand to her shoulder, it still ached slightly.

How did it get so bad?

Her hand clenched the crecent moon necklace around her throat, hugging it to her chest. It had all…

So..I have to go to some place called Karazhan..But how does that fit in with ANY of this?

Now, this all started with me eaching the end of a dungeon, there was this dwarven chalice, pretty fancy..And this troll, who I proceeded to kill without any real issues, nearby was this gnomish looking robot thing..But the chalice, now that was interesting. If you touch it, it will display this illusion thing of 4 dwarves in ancient armor fighting.

As of this morning, I…

Artrath could hear the rush of air flying past him, as he flew with his aerial squadron towards a Kor'kron post that the Rebellion had decided was too near to their tentative holdings. How Artrath had ended up on the back of one of the fighting wyverns, he wasn't too certain. He recalled mentioning to the Wing Commander that he'd been flying a wyvern for travel for years now, and then barely survived a crash course in aerial combat, tactics, and strafing run procedures before he found…

   Karegar Stormweaver rose from the cloth mat he normally slept on, careful not to awaken his mate. Drarona's slumber continued uninterrupted after the older orc had awoken. Karegar looked about his one-roomed square hut. On opposite walls, two additional figures slept. Karegar's eyes looked to each of them. Graitena, a girl of eleven, was his eldest. His second child was Goran, a boy that was a year younger. The shaman smiled and silently offered a thanks to the spirits. He and his wife…