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  • Letter of Resignation

    ((Wriiten on a crisp white piece of paper, delievered to the desk of Baron Monroe.)) Baron Monroe, It is with a heavy heart that I must write this letter of resignation as a member of the Phantom Legion.  The Spirits have told me that it is time for me to move on, that my work here as a h...
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  • Letter to Captain Foxgloves

    ((Written neatly on crisp white paper, sealed with black wax and the imprint of the Phantom Legion and delivered by standard mail.)) Captain Foxgloves of the Zephyr Trading Company, I have need to talk to you on behalf of the Phantom Legion to discuss the possibility of purchasing and delivery...
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  • Three Days

    It was the third day since Cait had been called to the small house to help a friend and his beloved.  Three days since she had slept.  If she was not awake and tending to the sick woman in the bed, she was in meditation in a desperate attempt to stay awake without falling asleep.  Sho...
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  • Aftermath

    The ghostly wolf stirs from her slumber, her eyes flying open quickly in shock as she realizes she can't move. Her head turns this way and that, looking at the ropes binding her before looking around at her surroundings. What meets her gaze is not what she expects - instead of the crude, dirty cages...
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  • Update

    It has been over twenty-four hours since Captain Miller and his team set out on their mission.  No word has been recieved on their success or defeat.  Scouts report no sign of any of the eight man squad. Worse yet, reports are now filtering in on attacks on the supply lines leading thro...
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  • Witherbark Village Mission

    The sky of the Arathi Highlands grew overcast as the group of men and women trudged down the roadway. There are eight in total, all wearing the tabard of the Phantom Legion. Nemamiah Miller leads the group, only the night elven scout, Snowfrost, ranges ahead now and then to keep watch for surprises ...
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  • Bad News

    The day started out so peaceful for Cait. She had finally gotten the supply issue resolved and had headed to the main office in Stormwind. Nem had his hands full with wedding plans, so she had volunteered to play desk-monkey to all the reports and mail that flooded the office daily. Ephasia was t...
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  • A healer's duty

    Caitlighn looks over the piles of paperwork at the desk in the back of the larger infirmary area set up jointly between the Templars and the Legion. Word is still being spread out to all of the new folk that are arriving daily - all willing healers are being asked to help coordinate with each other ...
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  • Strike Force

    Caitlighn races across the snow, sliding to her knees the last foot or so to end beside the fallen Draenei paladin. A cultist tries to run at her with drawn sword, only to find it being parried by one of the warriors in her squad. The two lock blades while Caitlighn attempts to heal her squad leader...
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  • Bored thoughts and therapy

    The sun shines in from the windows. Caitlighn lays back in the bed, arms up behind her head. She stares up at the ceiling, lost in thought. 'They think so highly of me. They think I'm actually a boon and that I've already done the Medical Core and the Legion as a whole a great service with the Book....
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