For weeks now, the sound of hammer, nail, and iron have rung out ceaselessly from inside the walls of Stonard. Grunts, hammering out dents from their plate, and reforging rings to fit their mail. Grots, brawling and grappling in the mud for the one shovel in camp, their only…
Chapter Two: All Eyes And Ears
The camp of Stonard, throbs with the beat of war drums. It's walls now sticking out from the muck and grime surrounding it with their new shade, bone-white. Countless skulls, from animals, and humanoid races alike, cover the mossy wooden spikes of Stonard's outer protection…
Chapter One: Dark Tidings
Deep within the sunken marshes of the Swamp of Sorrows a warhorn blasts, bats and crows fly up and out from the treetops sending muck and feathers down into the dirt below. Again the horn sounds, it's deep echo rumbles through the trees and reeds, causing toads jump from their…
Laéral's Story Part 1
I grew up on Shen-zin Su with my father, older brother, Tam and my twin sister Quenthel. While giving us life, our mother was called to be with our elders. Sadly as I drew my first breath, she breathed her last. Father missed his beloved wife and mourned her always. Even so, he…
Honor and Tragedy, Grosh'Thul's Tale
This is just a brief synopsis of Grosh'Thul's life up till now, I intend to write a lot more for him in the form of stories. - - The Beginning - Grosh'Thul was born into the Frostwolf Clan, he was raised with stories of the valor his…
Visions of a Sleeping God
Zaraphiston pronounced the last invocations and looked towards his master for the final act of the ritual. The Orc held bound an Arakkoa identifiable as Blacktooth Grin by a rotting emblem on her robes, securely in his vice like grip. With a single slow swing of his Daemon…
Thanatos and the Celestial Orrery
Dust eddies from rotting robes as an old Arakkoa shambles down a dimly lit hallway. The Fragrant air of Terokkar long since replaced with stagnant clouds of smog. The Arakkoa coughs; leaning on her cane as she scuffles onward down the dank tunnel, clutching a small candle and…
Heading home
He looked back at Pikki as he was riding his Worg, frosty, towards the road heading out of Fuselight. “It is time for me to return Pikki. I know it is and I’m not how long I’ll be there, but I am needed there for body and soul.” He stated plainly. He looked away as not to see…
Pansu Diary Entry number 12: Cowgirls!
As far as the eye can see and as long and the day goes, nothing is better than the lush green prairies of Mulgore. It’s the homelands of the Tauren’s, a noble and proud race that lives alongside the land and treasures every oat the nurture. The Taurens have a strong connection…
Pansu's Diary Entry number 25: Fibuki <3!!!!
A rogue elf with a heart of gold Though most of the males in the grin would know of that vixen elf rogue known as “Fibuki”, with her sassy attributes and flirtatious voice, yet not maybe people know what she does outside of the guild. Many would assume the basics, such as her…
A tale of a Panda girl, with a taste for adventure
((This is my little back story for my panda mage. Chupai. She loves foods and exploring)) On the mist shrouded isle of Pandaria lives the lovable Pandarians, a bear race that is masters of martial arts and with their ancestry rich with history and thriving with mystery. Many…
Alan Greenspan
"Kill me now..." "Dee still water. Look. It settles." "A flame is dead." "Call dee arms. War be on dee foot." "Pain is comin'..." A bloodshot eye swims swiftly through the dense gray smoke of the campfire into the light. "DEATH, IS COMING SOON!"
Gharruk and the Blood of the Fallen
Part I There weren't many things in this world that the large orc feared, or hated, more than the Lich King. In fact, that dread master was possibly the ONLY thing he feared. It was with this in mind that the ebonsteel clad orc walked the dark halls of Icecrown Citadel, making…
The Return of Death
Aloric gripped his sword tightly and willed his hammering heart to slow as he moved deeper into the crypt. He moved as quietly as he could manage in his shining plate armor but he still made quite a bit of noise, and three of the party members behind him fared no better. The…
Dark Ops: Isle of Thunder
(this missive arrived in the hands of Grymhorn 2 weeks ago. He has not recieved his weekly correspondence since.) I began surveilence of the ship The Seabolt as requested. But, your objectives seem.... unclear, Ha'gosh. I ventured near the local village, expecting to find mogu…