Solace of Northrend, Part 2The death knight rushed head long into the encroaching undead, one hand grabbing any Alliance idiots in front of her while the other cut down anything undead that came near. A volley of arrows came up from behind her as Belen unleashes his fury. Several arrows caught fire in flight, burning the carapaces of the crypt fiends. The moment Milleuda was finally in front of all the other soldiers, volleys of fire and frost shot into the air. They shattered in mid air, raining both down upon the undead and living of the Scourge. A smirk on her face, Milleuda brought her sword into the air, looking at the damned scour slightly. Some tried to go forward to attack, some tried to flee, and it caused a quick clog. An opening between the soldiers and the Scourge opened, although small. It was enough. She turned the blade down, shoving it deep into the earth.Solace of Northrend, Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A wall of bone suddenly sprung from the ground, at first in front of her but quickly spread to cover the entire line and beyond. Frost, fire,
The Death Knight, Part 4A fast march would've taken only two days to reach our destination. We ended up taking a week, though. We arrived to a well built outpost, where the Protectorate waited for us. More than enough tents had been set up, though whether this was because of their own kindness or a ploy to trick lookouts into thinking they had many more, I couldn't say.The Death Knight, Part 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the groups settled in the fight would not be for another few days the leaders of each group, including myself and Swiftforce, all came together to discuss our strategy. I didn't really contribute much, instead choosing to observe. Of them all, Saeed and Hitohira seemed to have the best experience with strategy. Karja knew enough to keep up, while Thalodien seemed a bit confused at their pace; often Karja had to explain things to him. He wasn't much of a "planning" person, I surmised.
Of course, it was Toshley that surprised me. For an engineer, he had a good grasp of things, and on a few points he proved to be more intelligent
The Death Knight, Part 2Akeboshi handed me a parchment, saying it was directions on where to go. I don't know when he managed to write it, perhaps he scrawled it very quickly moments before, but I didn't really care. He also told me the gryphon knew the way to go, but I would have to make stops for it to rest; the first stop would be in Zangarmarsh, a place called Telredor, and the second would be in Blade's Edge at an outpost called Toshley's Station. After that, I would reach Area 52, which is where I needed to make use of the parchment. Of course, I didn't really know the places either, but I was assured the great beast would manage for me. It knew the way quite well. We said our goodbyes as the gryphon took flight and soared northbound. I looked back only for a moment, watching the gnome quickly fade into the distance.The Death Knight, Part 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
For a moment, I wondered if I would see him again. Then again, right now I didn't care all of the sudden hopes I had developed in the past day had been washed away; I could care less
The Death Knight, Part 1It had always saddened me that I never remembered what my life once was. Day after day, traveling the world and fighting against the true threats of it with nothing more than a horse and a pet zombie fighting alongside me, I pondered my past life. In rare times I would get minor flashes of my home, some sign of who I was, but they made no sense. It was only worse knowing that the only connection remaining to that life, the last person who knew who I was, I had personally killed months before. Back when I obeyed his command. Back before I was freed from that damned Arthas.The Death Knight, Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even now those days feel like a blur. The first memory I have was of those times; when I awoke in the necropolis known as Acherus, when I first became a death knight. It was there that I was prepared for a task; the destruction of the Scarlet Crusade.
In a few short days, I had laid waste to all of their armies in and around New Avalon, a feat that surprised even the Lich King. With this utter destruction of the Scarl
The Death Knight, Part 5Two weeks passed by before Furis and I finally set foot back on Shattrath ground. We spent a week at the throne, where I have no recollection of what happened. All I can tell you is that they had me sit at the base of a waterfall, the water cascading just behind me. I went into a trance of sort, and I awoke a week later.The Death Knight, Part 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not a damn memory had returned; at least not to me.
When I awoke, the shaman did confirm for me who I was before, the night elf known as Ireth, but that was all she would say. After that, she didn't say much at all to me. I could tell that something was bothering, no doubt that had occurred during my week of unconsciousness, but she wouldn't give even the slightest hints. Even the elementalists were giving me a cold shoulder, seeming a bit relieved when we finally left.
The trip was quiet. Unlike before, where we charged with all our speed, we took our time this time. I took the chance to watch the land, to see the lush fields of green while the natural wildlife of the
Trangendered? Be yourself.I was told recently that I act like too much of a woman to be a man because I am one of the more sensitive and compassionate types of people. This was spoken by an acquaintance but it makes me think. If I had been born biologically male then they would not have said I was too much of a woman to be a man, but instead considered me a sensitive guy, something which is not a bad thing to be. This occurred due to me hugging my roommate and giving him a shoulder to cry on when he had a mental breakdown. Had someone born male done that it would have likely been seen as being a good friend, but in my case, because I was not born male in body, they use my caring as a way to try to prove I am not a man, when all evidence proves otherwise when it comes to my mentality.Trangendered? Be yourself.5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It got me thinking. Yes, people hold expectations for how genders act, but those who are cisgendered, that is born in a body matching their mental gender, are allowed to bend and blur the lines without anyone questioning their gend
Educating Princess Azshara part3The next night, the princess' lessons began with practice at writing. I found her somewhat restless throughout this session. After taking a break for refreshment, I announced to my pupil that we would be switching to arithmetic.Educating Princess Azshara part34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I hate arithmetic," wailed Princess Azshara. "It's hard, difficult and boring."
"That is because you are unfamiliar with it, Your Highness. As you master it, you will find yourself solving mathematical problems with perfect ease," I replied.
"I don't care, I don't want to do arithmetic," insisted Azshara.
"Every highborne child is educated in arithmetic. If you do not learn it, you will be thought ignorant," I said.
"I'm the daughter of the king! I'm going to be queen one day!" snapped Azshara. "If I don't want to study arithmetic, I don't have to. I'm tired of studying. I want to play with my toys!"
I was used to seeing such willfulness in highborne children and I knew I was going to have to stand my ground.
"You must calm down, Your Highness. It is your fath
Insanity (Based on American Horror Story: Asylum)"I'm sure, do now the things I have done, and believe, in insanity."Insanity (Based on American Horror Story: Asylum)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They dance, they dance,
To the rhythm,
hung up...side down.
Moving On, Pt 2Moving On, Pt 25 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Garethil felt his skin crawl as the hippogryph passed into the Ghostlands. Not only was it far too close to Silvermoon City for comfort, but the land was dead, tormented, and it tore at his druid soul to see the land so ravaged by disease and decay. He had seen the beautiful Eversong Woods further north, making the Ghostlands all the more grisly a contrast in knowing what it should have been. He shuddered again and fixed his golden eyes instead on the troll city they were rapidly approaching.
Zul'Aman was once the power seat of the Amani empire, threatening both the high elves in Quel'thalas and the humans in Lordaeron with extinction until the two races joined forces and all but destroyed the troll nation. Zul'Aman was now all that remained of the once vast empire, and the trolls guarded their home with a ferocity that was terrifying, striking out at any outsider with a vengeance.
Despite this, Garethil and others of the Purpose
Into the Vale: Part TwoSilence hung heavy on the air. He fought to stay consciousness. He had to stay alert.Into the Vale: Part Two5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zaph was depending on him...
The fourth troll slammed his axe into the last of the gurubushi and finally loosed a triumph battle shout. Blood dripped from his armor as he turned to regard the night elf known as Caleb.
His red eyes traveling over the prone elf's form. His finger tips touching lightly at one of the injuries the elf sported.
Glynn crouched down. The injury was deep and would need stitching. He didn't have his supplies with him. They were back at the hut. His gaze then met Caleb's.
One warrior sizing up another. The troll grinned as the elf hissed and bared his teeth up at him.
Glynn growled and bared his teeth, which admittedly were far sharper than caleb's.
He then turned his attention the more unique features of the elf. His finger tips gently trailing along the metal arm. It was a slow touch. Glynn had never seen anything like it before. While he'd seen goblin crafting odd
Diary of an Eredari Anchoress - The DecisionDiary of an Eredari Anchoress - The Decision3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Diary of an Eredari Anchoress
A World of Warcraft Fan Fiction
by Kitty Hawks
Today: 5th Day, 3rd Moon, 34 AFW Azerothian Time
I am always torn apart between the overwhelming urge to help people, and my burning anxiety for solitude. To help people I must take heart and go out into the world. On the other hand, I am crumbling if I am out there. I cannot bear to be surrounded by other people for too long. Well… except for Syyera… I wish she was always with me, but that is beside the point…
Perhaps Savatthi was right. I fear what I will face out there, the hostile feelings, the rude social grace, the harsh language, the hypocrisy, and the ignorance. It is not so much the fact that I am the target of it (I was taught that an insult is only an insult if you take it as one), but more so to see how mean-spirited people dispatch of less confident individuals. How reasonable questions get turned down and ripped apart harshly by people that do n
The Last Stand_Part 4The Last Stand_Part 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: The last Stand: Part Four - Reminders of the Past
Summery: Faced with a fate worse then death one Blood Elf is determined to face his end with dignity, but what twists does fate have in store for him?
* Important Notes: For additional notes see the first chapter.
Bleh writer's block! Has it really been over a year since I updated this?! My god...where does the time go?!
The events detailed in this fic are based around in game RP between my main Jaideng Dawnspark and other players during the WOTLK prelaunch and Death Knight introduction.
This chapter introduces Niakel Brimstalk who belongs to my favorite RP partner on WoW and who I use with full permission here.
The sun rode just above the horizon, turning the sky into ribbons of fire. The light skipped across the surface of the bay's clear blue green depths, leaving trails of glittering diamonds as it went.
The old blood elf smiled as he watched the sun sink lower. Nothing would ever matc
FlowBefore I fellFlow7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life used to move
in an easy rhythm,
Fenris consoles Hawke.Watching mother die was the worst thing I could have ever endured. First Father, then Carver, and now mother. Bethany is still with me. In a sense at least. Since she joined the Wardens three years ago she hasn't visited. Uncle Gamlen said he would send her a message with the details of Mother's death. But it doesn't feel like enough.Fenris consoles Hawke.5 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Carver, watch over her." I sighed, hanging my head. The estate was silent, even Sandel wasn't his usual cheerful self.
"Shall I dispose of these lilies?" Orana's voice echoed up the stairs.
"That would probably be best. A situation like this is hard enough without reminders." A familiar voice responded. But I was more then a little confused, why was he here?
"Hawke?" Fenris asked, standing in my door way. "I don't know what to say but I am here."
"Would you try? Just say something..anything." I looked up at him, my eyes red from crying.
"They say that death is only a journey. Does that help?"
"I've heard that we go back to the Maker once we die.
Forgive and Forget - Chpt 1Forgive and Forget - Chpt 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Forgive and Forget - Chpt 1
Author:Claire Woolland (Fyrefly12)
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters/pairing: Varric, Anders, Isabella, Fenris & Nasara Hawke
Disclaimer: All setting and Characters belong to Bioware! (Except my Hawke!)
She hated him. Hated him!
He was a jerk. No, a bastard. No! A son of a bitch with a bastard ass hole father! The more she thought about him, the most she wanted to scream.
Dick, dick, dick!
"AHHH!" Her fingers errupted into flames. Without a second thought she sent a molten fireball at the wall, shattering the window.
As tiny pieces of clay fell from the now marred wall, she knew she had to calm down. Standing perfectly still in the middle of her fire lit room, Nas tried to breathe. Air came slowly at first; her body was so stiff from tension that it felt like her lungs had clenched.
Small little gulps of air started to cool her from the inside, and she felt her muscles starting to loosen one by one. Forget him... her mind cooed to her
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
Something about you.There's something about you.Something about you.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There's something about the way you sit with your bare feet hooked around the legs of your chair, the way you cradle your instrument in the crook of your arm and caress the back of its neck with the pad of your thumb. You have this absent-minded half-smile and far-away gaze that hold my eyes while you stare off into space.
There's something about you.
My eyes are drawn up along the curve of your hips and somehow your waist is just begging for a pair of arms to wrap around it, to pull your back snug against someone's chest and rest a chin on your shoulder.
There's something about you that neither graphite nor words nor photos can convey, and my feeble attempts fall far, far short of capturing the image etched so sharply into my mind goddamn, you're beautiful.
We Do What We Must"It's not over, Sylvanas. Not yet," growled Lord Darius Crowley of Gilneas. His shoulders were set, his arms moved in a gesture of finality as he spoke. To his immediate right, louring in the face of everything, stood Ivar Bloodfang, leader of the feral worgen pack who had agreed to join the efforts of the Gilneas Liberation Front and the Alliance. To his front, and glaring impassively back at him and Ivar, were the hard eyes of orcs, the glowing eyes of elves (living and undead), and the unreadable faces of the dread val'kyr. The Horde's worst. Darius' fingers curled and gripped the bladed, claw-like fist-weapons that he was armed with.We Do What We Must3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, former high elf ranger-general, now queen of the undead nation of the Forsaken, leaned slightly forward atop her skeletal warhorse, her eerily burning garnet eyes boring into Darius as she spoke in what sounded like an accusing or a reprimanding tone, "You frivolously throw away the lives of your people while your own king sit
In SicknessHawke put a hand to her eyes, stretching the fingers wide to allow her to rub both temples simultaneously. Why was she surrounded by stubborn fools?In Sickness5 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been partly her fault, she supposed. The weather had grown cold of late, the first snowfall had been weeks ago and Kirkwall was heavily blanketed in white. When she'd requested Fenris' blade in aid against Tal'Vashoth lingering along the coast, she should have realized the bloody idiot's loyalty and pride meant he would render it without consideration for his own needs.
They'd been days in their hunt on the Wounded Coast, wading knee-deep through snowdrifts, only ever completely dry when they sheltered in carefully cleared caves to make camp each night. She and Aveline were Fereldan, heavy snow was little more than an inconvenience to them, a product of their upbringing. Sebastian was a native Freemarcher and seemed to be as cheery about trudging through the fluffy white impediment as he was about everything. No doubt the added exer
Oh Sweet MalygosOh Spellweaver, what have you done?Oh Sweet Malygos5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Did you always know you were the one?
You know they were orphans to subdue,
Who was there to steer them true?
Why this war oh so raging?
Did you know what he was staging?
In the light of the morrow,
Just a cry of her sorrow.
Not like you knew, just as they,
Only the Timeless without say.
The risks you take with this war,
Choices you'll regret evermore.
And here they come,
The beat of their wardrum.
Oh why did you ever think?
That they would fall for such a hoodwink?
O' bittersweet bliss,
Truly the ignorance was amiss.
The Spellweaver fought in vain,
Did they not know his pain?
For in the end he lost in his fall,
When he finally did lose it all.
Yet did they not help his fate?
Why else did they kill his mate?
Oh sweet Saragosa, you fell in vain,
Oh lost Keristrasza, did you not fight in pain?
And though the Nexus War is done,
The storm is ever to come.
Bitter Mana: SleepoverBitter Mana: Sleepover3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Damn that elf.
Damn his pride, damn his stubbornness
And damn the weather for coughing up the mother of all storms and forcing her to leave her nice, warm bed to go drag the elf mentioned earlier out of his wreck of a mansion so he wouldn't die of hypothermia.
Imoen grit her teeth as she tried to focus through rain blurred eyes. The last thing she needed was to get lost in the storm.
She was drenched, her cloak heavy around her and trailing behind her like a dead animal.
She'd been about to fall asleep, comfortable in the knowledge that Fenris had turned down her original invitation and was well within his rights to drown in his mansion
But then the sky erupted with sound, the light from the fire dim in comparison to the forks of lightning piercing the clouds.
And now she was out in the middle of it, because her damn heart wouldn't shut up.
Slipping on the cobblestones she collapsed into a puddle, staring up at the sky as it brightened to near daylight.
She screamed, curlin
Memories fluff alertThe amber flames licked at the ebony singed coals, which hissed and crackled as they glowed, as if any sort of retaliation to almost warn the embers to cease its assault, never less, the flames crackled on in its simple war, that leaked orange light and warmth. The grey cobblestone fireplace burned on bringing a simple softness to the building, which the mansion craved. The Hawke mansion stood proudly in Hightown.Memories fluff alert4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The mansion was intricate in its design, the red Amell crest highlighting the wealth of the family, and the value of the mansion. However the mansion was not just passed through the family like many of its sister buildings in Hightown, it was originally owned by the Amell family, who until recently were not currently in the mansion. It was given as a debt owed by Gamlen Amell. Lucky for Leandra Amell, Her eldest daughter had gone on such a risky mission to earn the money to reclaim her mother's family home, at a great cost. Bethany Hawke, Leandra's youngest daught
The Velvet TimeWhen day has gone and twilight's flownThe Velvet Time8 years ago in Open More Like This
and lovers' touches, soft, are known,
the silence sweet is broken long
by a loved one's voice and cricket song,
When words are sift and hearts are bright;
the air is chill and paths are steep,
the sky is vast and twice as deep;
the world is wide where we have grown
yet here we're never left alone;
this is the Velvet Time of night.