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The river is quiet. Dusk is upon the land. The rays of light that desperately cling to the scy are all the light that remains. Buyaga, the warrior of the Mag'har, stands, as still as a stone, near the banks of the Southfury River.
The position he is in is one for training. He wields his mas...
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Everything is dark, and spinning. Am I dead? Can’t be dead, I still hear the drone of their voices over the ringing. Note to self, enchantments work. They just don’t stop the force of a blast. I wish now that I had listened and just let Salixa get her own scattergun.
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I won't pretend to have morals, they do not exist in the realm of the dead. My undeath has opened my eyes to everything. Life is a joke played on us by the Titans. We live our lives participating in the circus of life, fearing the next turn when the lion might gobble us...
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Remia peeled off the ochre vestments she wore noting the threadbare areas where the cloth had worn thin on the hem and sleeves that were far past her skill to repair. Instead of downright discarding the robe alltogether, she was determined to salvage the honey colored cloth which...
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Gabranth streches his arms and yawned. The hammock was nice, a rocking bed that swayed back and forth in the hot weather of the Echo Islses. Gabranth didn't care much for the hot weather. He never had in life either. He prefered the cold and the quiet, and the darkness. A nice tomb or tunnel was con...
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Lily,
You've probably heard that I'm no longer a part of our saintly organization officially -- which means you're off the hook. That, and I don't want my new boss to slaughter me where I stand if I decide to send you on a mission where the probability of your destruction is above 80 percen...
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Several reports speak of a cloaked woman (her build indicates such), wandering in what looks to be an aimless path in the Eastern Plaguelands northwest of Corin's Crossing. The reports don't vary much and are not particularly specific.
Personal log of Lynarah Solfyre:
I've found...
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For just a moment I was confused, waking up in the sand, the jungle behind me. Isil was curled up under my arm, cloak wrapped tight, as the memory of last night flickered to life. We set out from Raven Hill, making out way from the dreary woods to the sunny jungle, an odd climate shift to be sure. W...
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[a letter left on the table in the Shattrath inn room]
Morul, brother, you cannot know what happened to me! The elves gave me a nightsaber! Can you imagine such a gift? His name is Amberpaw and he can stay with me, isn't it delightful? I would have told you the name of the one who made me such a ...
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OOC- You might have noticed I'm not as active on ERN as I once was. I've been dealing with a buttload of stress, both at work and at home and simply haven't had any energy to write or draw by the end of the day when I stagger in from work. I am also probably missing a great many posts and for this I...
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Her luminescent eyes peered intently at the object for the past three days. She had traced its form continually with her claws, her magick and her prayers. Every spectrum had been analyzed, and its fel components broken down into their indecipherable roots. Its form screamed betrayal, its nature whi...
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“You owe us, Nylian.”
“Well Lucky… I’ll tell you what. Since the information you gave me was worth nothing,” he said in a pause, taking a swig of his bourbon. He poured himself another shot. “That’s what I’ll pay you.&...
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It seems only just that I begin this new book with a written recital of one of my morning prayers. Though I've lost my honor in returning to old ways, old religions, old logic -- I must honor that which I clasp so dearly to my person in the absence of friends to hold. It's a very loose translation, ...
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Sawni awoke with a start. It took a few moments to remember where she was at, Darkshire, and she slowly slid from the bed to the floor. Her hands ached. That must have been what pulled her from sleep. Must be. She sighed, rubbing them slowly to try and get the blood flowing proper again, to help the...
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Serill stirs under the thin sheet, the unacustomed warmth of the body next to hers startling her awake. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she looks at his sleeping frame and remembers with a smile. Only days before, he had said words that hurt deep. She left, following her original goals, with or wi...
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"Are you always such a hypocrite," asked the elf, grinning as she healed Kham. The words struck a harsh chord inside Sok'tarn, unsettling his relative peace.
He and Kham had sparred moments before, and the latter Orc had come away with some painful wounds. Sok'tarn hadn't been uninjur...
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Lilly sits at Mirror Lake looking over the water trying to put yesterdays events together in her mind. Pulls out her journal and begins to write:
Alot has happend that I am not proud of. I should not of accpeted that shard, that man was very dark. He caught me at my worse. I do not rem...
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The small forsaken woman rode up to her childhood home carefully. She knew the worgen were around someplace. They always were, but she had to be there. She slipped off her skeletal mare and glanced about carefully before she skittered her way to her old home. Simply being close to the building broug...
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Elland flew through the snows of Dun Morogh, his feathers rustling in the winds as he passed. The fire still burned into him. He needed to tell someone, but he couldn't tell his mate, or the ship's crew. He was ashamed, embarassed, but worst of all, he was angry. Dun Morogh faded away, and opened up...
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"I bow my head in this Cathedral in hopes that Elune, Goddess of the Moon, may hear my plea. I find my path lost to me. I know not where I should be going or what I should do. My mind is clouded with doubt and confusion and it is often I find myself unsure if I was truly meant to survive that fatefu...
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