The crunch of the snow sounded gently in the midst of the cool air as Drahna moved. Northrend always was cold, but more so now then ever to her. Following a shadow was partially to blame, and the rest was that Dalaran was even now viewable in the distance. "Hurry" The dark…
Posts by Nimithriel Duskriser
The Beckoning
As you enter Stonard's front gate following a routine patrol of the swamp, it appears to be an evening like any other. The all-too common sounds of rough laughter, breaking glass along with random thuds and thumps echoes from the inn as you pass by. Grots, some hunched over or…