Three weeks before the Scourge Invasion of Quel'thalas

Alexander

Alexander was already through two bottles of wine and three bouts of sobbing by the time Sathrius returned home. His eldest brother had done all that was needed, as he usually did, and Alexander was left in a wreck of cowardice, as he usually was. Sathrius sat next to him for a moment, not knowing what to say as his brother buried his face into his clammy hands.

“Dor thoribas,” his…

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The cold, frigid, February air of the Eastern Plaugelands was blowing noily through the decayed, rotten trees surrounding Mees, turned colder around him by his influences as a Death Knight. He sat, the green unholy fire of his eyes hidden behind eyelids which twitched consistantly. His swords set on the ground next to him, ready to be grasped within a moments notice, lay untouched, the runes inscribed in them glowing slightly, detecting the unease of their master.…

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As my blacksmith Zancon melts the gold ingots into proper bars I wanted to write down my thoughts about last night.



The ransom was suppose to be done Friday but the cowardly horde never showed. So instead we did it Saturday in front of our keep. Kekeka held the Duchess out of sight until Field Marshal De La Ladinne and I made sure that the correct amount of gold was there.



The Duke arrived with two priests. He asked to use the outhouse which was promptly denied. I'm not… Continue