Jamus' recent CYOA stories, Azeroth Noir, got me thinking and I wrote this up one day at work squeezing most of Moe's history into the world it seems Jamus had changed Azeroth into. Thanks for the inspiration.
Had a fiance once, pretty thing, cut down in a raid. Don't like to talk about it much. Lost my best friend in the same raid.…Continue
Mosur sat on a hill looking down over the Tian Monastery. He stretched his legs out and laid back in the grass. He couldn't keep this up, but then why did he start it? He was always tarrying after someone these days it seemed. And for what? To save some woman, some girl, to do the right thing? Things were so much simpler two years ago.
What had really changed? His eyes closed and the sun shined down on him, warming his exposed flesh and heating his robes. He felt that...since…
Mosur sat in one of the small Parish rooms the Cathedral had to offer. He glanced around a moment, bed, desk, small chest; smaller than the parish room he’d been allowed lodging in at the…Continue
Written in Draenei
Many things happened the past night and yet again it seems the most trivial of those things is the one I best understand. There…
Added by Mosur on April 16, 2012 at 8:30am — No Comments
Valarain Angelos sat inside the Phantom Legions office in Stormwind, finishing his food for the night and talking to the latest recruit. Nemamiah and Kekeka were there as well, talking to the new recruit, Shuriken. Valarian was not really paying attention, his mind drifted to the operation that had occurred that night. He and Jander had been able to successfully get Velhari’s family out without any problems. The flyers against…Continue
[Continuation from The Psyche of Conflict]
The cell was silent for a long while. The night offered no solace except privacy, which has been fleeting recently. No word of the trial was yet received, and the longer she stayed here, the more she knew she was on danger. People were hungry. You can't expect to have them wait for long....
The recent events ran through her head. A…
"The pay will be tripled the sum promised us," said the red masked man, "Consider it compensation for what you adventurers have cost The Brotherhood."
Azhandris sat perfectly still at her desk. Behind her the man held a blade to the back of her neck.…
Time once again to put ink to parchment in order to straighten the tangled lines of life. Perhaps a written reference of recent events will prove useful in taking on the challenges they each present. So much has happened lately that keeping the yarns organized in my head has become like herding cats.
Janderius Reed called on me last night asking for aide. He was in a wretched state when I met him in Dalaran: sick, weakened and unable to practice magic in any form. He gave me…Continue
Added by Radighast Archibauld Tull on June 7, 2011 at 3:32pm — No Comments
Once more, I am whole. After the Legion's ambush, the demonic possession, and the long weeks of rest, healing, practicing, I am again who I once was.
Many things awaited me. My mark was fading; it needed to be reapplied. I wrote a short letter to that meddlesome Sentinel, and her curiosity caused her to come. Foolish... if I had not had a larger target, she would have died. But for once, I needed the heroes. Their petty squabbles against each other and the forces of 'evil'…Continue
Pain. That's what I awoke to this morning. Alongside my companion, who ushered me to a new safe place last night, I now, at least, have the strength to raise my arms and write down an account.
The battle... the flames and shadows of Fort Talon are something in my mind that I will never forget. I will savor those memories for the rest of my days. I arrived, landing my drake before the full group of Legionaries. Fools. The flames of the Black Flight washed over them, before an…Continue
I had returned to the ruins of the park, I don't rightly know why- what had drawn me to return, perhaps to merely gawk upon the very spot where I had managed to shatter a fragment of the light that had kept taunt at my feet. Maybe it was simply to gaze upon any vestige left behind- a smidgen of blood or a lock or hair- a charm perhaps. The vision played over in my head in a slow rewind-…Continue
"The night has been a mix of emotions and adventures for me, filled with the joy of victory and the fear of being prey.
"Veras must have learned more about my assassination attempt upon his servant. He knows it was a night elf woman with blue hair and has called out to me in the dead of night to broker a deal. I wouldn't trust him with a single sprout of Ashenvale foliage. He can shout until his lungs burst, I refuse to entertain his bargain. Nevertheless, it is with great…Continue
The urge was far to great. Throughout the day, Azhandris couldn't sleep. It wasn't the burn on her chest, or the tenderness of the new skin healed by her paladin friend, it was the restlessness of the hunt! She savored it now, craved for every moment in the shadow, enjoying every morsel of information she could gather and then the rush of finding a clue that could lead her closer to her prey…
…her heart was racing! She could hear it pounding in her ears!
She opened her…