Nimbus keeps to his tauren's ankles while he shuffles through a pile of papers at Stonard's mailbox. The tauren quietly counts to himself. "Good, they are all here so far." he says, depositing eight sealed letters into the box and pulling a pile of loose miscellaneous paper out…
Operation White Tiger (open rp thread)
((This is an open rp thread for the ongoing Lok-Regar campaign, White Tiger. Xi's posts will most often appear as journal entries to summarize the online events. [I am Xibalbah for those who don't know.] So check here if you need to catch up. People are welcome to rp their own…
The Dreamseer
Xibalbah curled lazily around the tree trunk, relishing the roughness of the bark and its slow scratching of her pelt. Being back in the swamp was a coming home on so many levels, and Xi finally felt her soul mending as her body was healing. She allowed herself to linger on this…
On the third day, he rose again!
In the darkness there is nothing, nothing but what was the final moments of ones life until their soul ascends. He was fighting against Jayne of the Guardians of the Light, his mission to hold them up while the others interrogated the Baron responsible for the Swamp and to kill…
Mad Grin Pub: New Location TBA
Pikki wiped down the counter. The crowd last night had been rowdy and she had kicked several out this morning who had slept under the tables. She tossed the rag in the bucket and walked over to shut and lock the door. She would be packing up and moving the Mad Grin, the team she…
Provocation To Mutilation.
It rips-- the pain tearing through meat and bone. The unmistakable thud and force of impact. It hit like a punch to the chest, a clean, dry shot slips through. Passing through the spaces occupied by skins and metals-- spells, prayers, hopes and curses. A horrid sensation…
Till we's meets again-Trixcy's Farewell
On the inn wall of Stonard, a crumpled piece of parchment reads: "I woulda done dis in person, but...i tink's dis is bettah. I's got sometings I gotta do's. Got some business, and stuffs. I tinks its time for me ta make my ways, without da Grin. You's always gonna be my brothas…
Awakened
She was tired, and thirsty. The sweat dripped off her skin like rain drops, causing her sparse linen shirt to stick to her skin. The sun blazed in the clear blue sky over Kezan, as Roxey staggered to the entrance of the mine. Her over-seer lagging behind as he barked orders to…
The Orc and the mountain.
The sun shone clearly on the rolling hills of Nagrand, warming the air through the feathers of the soaring rokk. He coasted on thermals, high above the plains and lakes, golden eyes sweeping across the lush land of Draenor. Below, clefthoof and elekk meandered through the tall…
The Lost Treasure of Stonard.
She remembered the crash, she remembered the hit but the one thing she didn't remember was why. She knew who it was, but not why. Bok'theg, that little creep. That damn warlock, she was going to get her hands on him and when she did, she was turning that jerk into a sheep. Then…
Dust and Disappearance.
Drahna watched carefully as the swamp was being bug bombed by most of the Grin. Stonard, she was home, and the remnants of the nightmare she endured were fading into the muck. She watched Rode struggle with a gas mask and muffled his yelling. Home, she was home. Months had…
Down in the mud.
Another night staring at the night from inside his stone cage. It had been three months in this prison. That damp and water never dried, the floor a consistent slop of wet dirt and his own feces. Been the nearly complete solitude, and the lack of any fresh blood, Mudbrain's…
Official Grin Lore for Mists of Pandaria - Part I
PART I SACRIFICE (Timeframe 2 years ago) The Orc looked out over the ocean watching the sun set into the sea, he held her head slightly up. When the sun went below the sea he tightened his grip around her neck, then he sliced his ritual dagger across her throat splitting it…
Mad Grin Pub - OPEN!
Pikki ran her hand across the smooth wood of the new bar. Her cousin had left the place in shambles, maybe he would find better “use” for his talents in Silithus, where she had instructed he be deposited. She looked around, the décor was spare, but would serve until more…
Manolin Part One: Spirit Lore
A spotted cheetah slows from a sprint to the form of a tauren when it enters the wide gates of Desolation Hold. Under the Barrens’ unrelenting sun, orcs, trolls, blood elves and goblins haul supplies, converse and spar. The tauren druid scans the hold before approaching the…