(A small journal in the old house of Keel Harbour seems recently written in.... )



Tuesday, November 27th



Perhaps I walk the path of madness. Oh aye, I nay doubt that thought would enter other folks head. Ol' Velhari disappearin' from the Watch and choosing to live with a pack of wild dogs in Gilneas.



But this road don't be filling me head with voices nor it be filled with illogic. Nay, this it be easy to make…

A letter arrives for Halonan Orebender, wherever he be...

To my Dove,



The world around us changes - its true!

Whatever are two birds like us to do?

I have a few ideas, just a few you see

So chin up,

sit straight, 

and listen to me!



First we shall go on a date,…

Monday, September 24th



A tragic event befell upon the city of Theramore. Many died, many wounded, more still missing. Any bodies they don't find will be written off as ash in the wind. It be hard to collect evaporated piles of dirt, let alone sort through them.



I dared not go to ground zero. I be an arcane addict, so it would be much like an old lady scrubbing herself as she bathed in the fountain of youth. Its filth I don't want to…

Dear Frugal Futures,

First, let me thank Tweek and Calilou for the weapons demonstration. I know it was a long trip and we appreciate you putting the time aside to journey that far north.

Now on to Business: Enclosed is the quoted price we have agreed upon for your product and services.



We…

(This journal is part of the Storyline "Possession" Found <Here>)

In a house in Gilneas...



Velhari's living room was organized neatly with perishables stored. She didn't know when she'd be coming back. If things didn't go as planned on the expedition then returning…

(Inspired by the next upcoming chapter 5 for the Storyline "Possession". Read Chapter 4: Price <HERE>)

Some fancy…

(This journal is part of the Storyline "Possession" Found <Here>)

Back home in Gilneas...

Sometimes a smile takes a great deal of effort. A simple force of the muscle. A twitch. A strain.

Velhari should have been more happy. She expected to extract a guilty pleasure from…

(This journal is part of the Storyline "Possession" Found <Here>)

Somewhere in Hillsbrad...

Southshore was a husk of its former self, draped in death and slime that littered its streets and moved among the living. Even beneath the dying ray of the setting sun the town looked already consumed in darkness and…

(This journal is part of the Storyline "Possession" Found <Here>)

It had been a long time since she had guests in her home. She gripped her mug with both hands as she cautiously watched the new-found men she met walk around her place. She clenched her teeth in frustration. A house reflected a lot about a person, as well as its contents. She…

(This journal is part of the Storyline "Possession" Found <Here>)

Closer... she was getting closer. The black furred beauty of fangs and teeth weaved effortlessly through the Blackwald like a fish through a coral reef, her speed consistently and focus acute. The ground tore beneath her gallop, uncaring what marks she made. It was clear that the pack…

(This journal is part of the Storyline "Possession" Found <Here>)

It was unusual attire, but it was needed if she was going to survive a dog fight.

Each leather piece was held together by thick stitching, which she carefully adjusted to fit her form. Everything from the boots, pauldron, gloves, and corset were used to keep the…

(OOC: This was a fun Collaborative writing project with Carmyne, Alysdair, and myself. Thanks to the Blackdawn guild for all their help, and thanks to Janderius and Valarian for posting their own mission: Stolen Property: Machiville)

The plan was in motion and perfectly timed.

To the far south, Janderius and Valarian started their mission…

Her cousins house was in worse shape then usual, but the ongoing battles had been less then kind in Gilneas. Several houses still remained as several guards, employees, and serfs of the Monroe Plantation defended the Red Marshland with their lives. There was little worth fighting for, for the farmland had been wrecked by the feet of passing soldiers. But it was a monument of pride and the stubbornness of Gilneans who wouldn't accept defeat.



Her invisibility spell had faded as she…

[Responding to Salixa's Letter]

Dear Salixa

Dear Harpy. You aren't a harpy. Well, that is a lovely way to start a conversation, isn't it? I don't fear your claws. We both know how effective those have been in the past, now don't we?

They don't fight because of me, they fight because they can't handle to hear other peoples opinions.…

[Response to Salixa's Letter]

Dear Salixa

You are being stupid. Let me explain...

You are an intelligent woman who have now lowered yourself to petty insults, let her emotions run loose, and are burning bridges left and right. Have you done anything productive lately to help your family, or have you become a hermit to drown in your sorrows? Have you done anything…

The cell was dark. Another day or night had passed, and yet the room was unchanging. The woman remained shackled to the wall, unable to measure the passage of time. 

"Miss Demare"

The sound caused her eyes to open and look at the visitor within her cell. Instantly she squinted at the familiar red tabard with the gold snowflake. "A Conjurer's Court?" Her back stiffed as she lifted herself up to rest against the wall.

The man folded his hands…

[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…

There is no peace for any who is left alone with their thoughts.  New depths are explored. It twists, it bends, compensating its emotional resources to simply survive and not break.  

Breakfast. It had to be morning. Another day... it hadn't been long, but the environment terrified her. She didn't want to be here. There was nothing to do, her creative hands bound in…

The cathedral was no sanctum. Outside the bickering persisted as threats flew between the Templars and the Phantom Legion with a crowd immuring them. She had seen them several minutes prior but even the holy walls of the church offered no silence no relief. Her eyes burned with the image of the two teams that competed for a victory of pride. Had they have been strangers, such an incident would have been brushed aside as a disturbance in the streets, and watched as a means of…