Kragh sat with his back to the wall of the Chieftain's chambers, idly flipping a thin stone knife between his hands. "It seems so strange for my father to have recognized me as his son, and then immediately attempted something so foolish for the sake of the clan." He stopped…
A Rising Son
Nimbus prowls close to the ankles of his tauren, who sits near the fire at Desolation Hold. "He must rest, that is all." The tauren unrolls an opened bag of mixed nuts. "He has many years, his mind and body weathered." Nimbus stretches and curls against a nearby rock with a…
Not a Bloodelf.... Not an Orc
The land was calm and peaceful. Green grass rolling into hills and forests rich and deep with uncorruption. Animals frolic carelessly around the people that inhabited their land and you didnt have to be a hunter to have the bond with one. War was not held and factions were not…
Not a Bloodelf.... Not an Orc
The land was calm and peaceful. Green grass rolling into hills and forests rich and deep with uncorruption. Animals frolic carelessly around the people that inhabited their land and you didnt have to be a hunter to have the bond with one. War was not held and factions were not…
Dimmi's awakening
Dimmi sat in the empty grothole, taking refuge in the fact that she was hidden momentarily. To fit her huge frame into what surely must have been dug by a goblin, she bent her legs so that her knees sat squarely under her chin. Tufts of her white, unruly mane brushed against her…
Gol'kosh Patrol Reports
Pikki looks over her team assignments again and nods. The extent of the human outposts had been a surprise when she had first gotten the report from her agent at Bogpaddle. Apparently they had found a way to avoid the corruption, although with a open access to the harbor, they…
"In Pursuance of the Old Ways" Official Thread
Greetings Grinners and welcome to the Official Thread of our current campaign. this is were we will keep track of whats happened, we will also be posting here each new Step, Please feel free to add a post to this on what your characters experiences are during this campaign , any…
Kiiro Lightwalker, and his philosophy.
"Light is only one side of a coin, a coin that can not be a coin if it only has one side. You must not forsaken your shadow, for it was the one that was always there. While you walk in the light, it is there. following, ever loyal. As you grow weaker in the light, your shadow is…
Drek'jar Frosthowl
Drek'jar Frosthowl walks out of his ragged tent and placs a large, rugged foot on the snowy ground of his homeland. Breathing in the nearly year-round winter air, he reachs for his greataxe and sets off for a hunt. Behind him was no other than Drek'gar and Zak'lar, his two…
Crowe Tales 1:Dimensional Ripper Chronicle
[Dimensional Ripper - Area 52 Binds when used Requires Engineering (350) Requires Goblin Engineer Item Level 65 Use: Rips the dimensional walls asunder and transports you to Area 52 in Netherstorm. There are technical problems that sometimes occur, but that's what Goblin…
"In Pursuance of the Old Ways" - Campaign Primer
The Fragranced steam swirled within the domed hut as the Tauren contemplated his latest Visions sent to him by An’she. He trusted his Visions but there was much more that needed to be done and he had been feeling lost of late with the non emergence of Xibalbah from the Emerald…
Kitchens
A hilltop retreat bordering Mulgore and Ferelas has a small campfire beginning, and a tied kayak, bobbing at the lakeshore. “Thank you all for coming tonight, I will not keep you long. I am sorry that I could not make it to the hold. ” Nimbus’ tauren sighs deep, popping open a…
The Silken Tapestry: Rode's story contest entry
(repost from the old forum, enjoy!) The Silken Tapestry Prologue Orgrimmar , capital of the Horde forces, was celebrating its decennial. Since its founding by Warchief Thrall near the end of the third war, this mighty city had been home to many seeking comfort and security from…
An'she Guides
The Winds were calm as Grymhorn stood in front of his domed wooden hut on the crest of the mountain. He looked out in the Dim light of Daybreak towards the Clan home, Desolation Hold, the Grot fires still burned and the guards could be seen on duty. All was well. But indeed it…
The Watcher awakens.
Riders on black worgs swarmed across the field to meet the demon horde. The Watcher could see it all, had seen it all many times, it was as real as though he stood in that red dust under the baking sun, yet he knew he was but a wraith and could no more effect the coming…