As the sun crests over the temple and shines weakly through the everpresent haze of the Swamp of Sorrows, Pikki gently fingers the Hundred Tooth Necklace in her lap. She hasn't moved since the departure of Chaoseater. She sighs deeply, her breath catching up after being sucked…
Pikki Fuselighter
I 'ad a good life, on da island. We all did. 'specially bein my folks were well placed up wit da syndicate. Pop were a enforcer a' sorts an Ma were, well, she were a hostess. Dat's wha' she officially were - on 'er time card anyways. Livin high - 'ad a nice place an all we…
Kerzath's Backstory
Kerzath was a lone survivor in the beginning of his life, he was not Horde nor Alliance. Kerzath lived in the wilderness of Stranglethorn Vale struggling for life. Sometimes, there were not enough animals to kill in the Vale, but it was rich in Jungle Trolls. Kerzath was hunted…
Niklaus Rothstein - History
It's A Simple Matter of Principal... Rain...so sweet... Rain is useful in so many ways. It muffles the approach of an attacker and washes away the resulting blood. It bathes the land in darkness and gloom and makes everyone move just a bit faster. And in Gilneas it rained more…
Sini'jahl - Zulfi
Sinijahl had lost her acclimation to the sweltering heat of the jungle in the short time she had been north. She had left the Blacktooth Grin, temporarily, to return. She had lost touch with herself, and the images had grown stronger, sharper and more persistent. She sat now, on…
Wraithanos - A Ghost's Story
A Ghost's Story I can remember the weight of the cold, pushing down on me... the drowning feeling as what spark of my soul that remained was enveloped and slowly consumed by the darkness... My dwindling light struggled against the inevitable, but it finally guttered out, and was…
Daenalan
Daenalan batled many thing in his life that he could remember. He could also remember that he was a mage. But when it came right down to it he was not sure who he was or why. The mage spent years inside the library of ambermill studying the books always wondering what his past…
Huorek
Huorek sat perched in the ruined ship, watching the activity below. The noise, the smell, the lights... the noise! Amongst the goblins of Booty Bay was one of the last places he wished to be spending time. Another place was Desolation Hold, or anywhere near Thunder Bluff for…
The Diary of a Lizardrat
Goboin uden lo! Goblin over lurk! GOBLIN GOBLIN LIZARD HISS! Goboin uden lo criesa alla lil' finger-sucklings, cry cry! Lauuuugh as they shriek inna small-voice 'cos they isn't growed yet enough for makin' fights against the Lizardrat. They calla fo' guards, but hissflash I pop…
Orthunk Snaggletooth
The big, old orc smiles as you approach him. His face is a hideous visage of crisscrossed scars and burn marks. The smile, you notice, is devoid of all teeth, and his two tusks jut out of blackened gums. There is a large indentation on the upper left side of his fore-head, as…
Fairewing - Time Lost hero
Destruction...decades of flawless military bearing, centuries of honing my arts, millenia of mastering magics, but nothing could prepare me for this. The demons have returned. Dalaran ruined in seconds, but this crumbling city means nothing to me compared to the heartache and…
Pansu
As the sun shined on the smokey island of Kezan, another day of building and tinkering bombs happened. Most of the young students were training as hunters, rogues or ever as strong mana users like the mages or warlocks. Though Pansu wanted nothing more then to be a fearless…
Al'arr Voidheart - The Hungering
Al'arr was a child when her father joined with the Shadow Council to open the portal to Azeroth. She spied on her father and his comrades and studied magic without his knowledge. Unlike the warlocks from whom she gleaned her abilities, however, she regarded it with an analytical…
Shaddoth - Mortal Fate
Everyone has to die sometime, right? No one can live "forever". You could be lost in battle, lose the fight against an illness, or simply stop breathing in your sleep. Those in the forces of dark magic however, do not simply "die", they..."fall". Masters of demons have to write…
Searching Darker Grounds
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…