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…
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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…
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…
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!"
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…
A Knife In The Neck: Prologue
"Twelve to the west gate, seven to the south, eight to the north gate, and.." Sergeant Wilkins looks up from his scribbled notes, and glances out the window to his right. His eyes look out over the ledge and into the courtyard below, "Who's left... Ah! And three to the nort--"…
Goblin birthday
*As she awoke from another long night of making and baking foods to supply the troops of the grin, Pansu found herself feeling different today. * Today marked the first day Grandmother Pennyhill found her in that tin can on the dirty beaches of Kezan. Though goblins end up…
A KNIFE IN THE NECK
- A dried leather scrap flutters in the damp swamp air. The nail holding the note to the sign post is rusted and bent. It's driver clearly rushed, not wishing to be seen.* BLACKTOOTH GRIN, I don't know you schmucks and I don't want to know you! SO LAY OFF ME! But - I've been…
Toppling Kings
December 15th- Sythegar Orthunk Snaggletooth assembled an army of the Dreadhorde, containing the Blacktooth Grin Clan, The Thunderhoof Clan, the Dark Clan of Fenris, and a small raiding party from the Greenskinz, onto the King's Chambers in Stormwind. The Dreadhorde slew the…