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
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,
Educating Princess Azshara part4We did not devote all our time to literacy and numeracy. I also taught Princess Azshara about the history of the Kaldorei people. I taught her a little about the other races that inhabit Azeroth, a subject in which she took little interest.Educating Princess Azshara part43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why would I want to know about savage races like dwarfs and tauren? They aren't people like us," protested the princess.
"We all live in one world, Your Highness. Though these races may be inferior to the Kaldorei, our lives affect their lives and their lives affect ours," I explained.
It was not enough to educate Azshara's mind; a princess needed an healthy body. I therefore spent time teaching her to dance and to ride a saber cub. The young princess had been given the saber cub for this purpose and she became particularly devoted to the animal. This sometimes made her difficult, as she would want to ride it when she needed to study.
I sought to attune her to the finest arts of our culture and gave her lessons in singing, the harp and in drawing a
The Death Knight, FinaleSome time passed before I broke off my trance, bringing an end to my work. The armour upon the stand was glowing a soft yellow, as from the hollows of darkness there was now life. The eyes of the shoulderpads were the source of most of the glow. Funny, I had expected it to be a bit more blue. Oh well.The Death Knight, Finale6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I looked around, the dwarf, Molraw, had his jaw dropped open, his eyes fixed upon the armour. If not for the fact that he said he'd not seen an enchantment of this kind done upon armour, I would say his look was that of shock and possibly horror; the magics of a death knight are never pleasing to watch, you see. However, instead he watched with awe. I guess his mind got past that point of horror. I knew he could feel the new power that oozed from the armour.
"Lass... I mus' say... that was one of the best things I've seen in me life," Molraw raised a hand, taking the hat he wore on his head, "I figured it would be a fright to see, given what ye are, but... it wasn't as orrible
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 46 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 3Returning to Area 52 felt like it took longer than it did. Maybe because when leaving, I had prepared myself for the fight and it kept me from noticing. Now, though, I had nothing but random thoughts to entertain me. They didn't help.The Death Knight, Part 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I first began to approach the town, I saw the two groups standing at its edge. They weren't looking at me, though. Instead, they looked behind me, towards the manaforge. I hadn't looked back once since I left. Doing so now, I noticed it had exploded and was now burning to the ground. As I came up to the draenei and blood elves, I gave them a bit of a smirk.
"Job's done," was my only sentence. They didn't really even look at me, let alone reply; they were too focused on the billowing smoke. Finally, Karja turned to me, seeking some form of an answer.
A shrug of my shoulders was what I gave, "I don't know. I didn't tell the ghouls to make it explode, just to render it unusable then kill themselves. Seems they did both at once."
"Besides, I figured that
The Dark KnightApproximately four months before the Cataclysm.The Dark Knight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We're losing her!"
"Where's the dreaming potion?"
"Somebody restrain her, quickly!"
The night elf closed her eyes under her hood, listening to the orders shouted out by the healers. They were struggling to keep their charge alive and the savage shrieks of a being in pain made it very difficult to hear anything else. Their helpers strapped the patient's wrists to the bed, and the poor soul became deathly silent as the drugs kicked in.
She was standing right beside the doorway that led outside of the infirmary, where she was out of the way but could still get a good look of what was happening. Her normally brown armor was coated in black soot and grey ashes, as well as her pink face and putrid-looking green hair under the hood. Her grimy, plate-clad arms were crossed over her chest, and nobody paid her any mind even with her importance. Yet, that was fine with her. There were more serious matters at hand.
The healers' frantic hands
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 56 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
Solace of Northrend, Part 1As the boat slowed to a stop at the newly-founded pier at Valiance Keep, the crew was quick to tie the boat down. An anchor fell into the water on the other side with a massive splash, causing Milleuda to jump a bit in shock and look. She could hear the chains clanking as the anchor dropped down into the water, eventually hitting some surface with a thud that no one above the surface could hear. The chains came to a stop. With a sigh, the death knight moved to board off the boat, nearly ran over by a young man as he came rushing up the plank boards. He was a helper in the stables, so it was his job to help bring the animals there. When the first emerged, a great blue bird with a yellow beak, he was too nervous to grab the reins.Solace of Northrend, Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Don't worry about this one," a soft voice spoke. The boy turned to see draenei woman, adorned with a detailed and powerful looking blue armour, as she grabbed onto what he couldn't, "This one is mine. I'll take care of him."
He had heard of the draenei, of cou
Educating Princess Azshara part2We did not begin the princess' studies that night. When I take on a young pupil, I always find it important to bond with him or her. I therefore spent the rest of the night playing with Princess Azshara.Educating Princess Azshara part23 years ago in Drama More Like This
I asked Azshara the names of her dolls.
"This doll is called Mezzane," she said. "She is the queen and of course she is the most beautiful of the dolls. This one is Tulisa. She is the queen's majordomo and she is a lot plainer."
Azshara struck me as clever, imaginative and creative. I knew I was going to relish directing her mind to the highest of intellectual pursuits and I was expectant of great success from her.
After playing with her toys, we went outside to play chase, running around the vast palace gardens in our bare feet. When the day was over, I realised how much I now adored the little princess.
When I arrived in Azshara's chambers the next evening, the girl was still in her nightgown and her maids were still with her. Much of the contents of her wardrobe had been poured out
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
Into the Vale: Part TwoSilence hung heavy on the air. He fought to stay consciousness. He had to stay alert.Into the Vale: Part Two4 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
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.4 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
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.
Name ChangeShe nestled against Fenris' side, her head resting in the hollow of his neck. One of his arms encircled her loosely as he held the book where they both could see. He no longer needed much help reading, but the current project was a collection of Orlesian ballads and now and again he enlisted Hawke's help in working out the occasional untranslated word in a language neither of them spoke. Their guesses made for amusing scenes.Name Change4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had realized he knew little of Orlais when it had become apparent how well-known Aveline's namesake was to all but himself, and in this momentary lull of violence he'd resolved to rectify the situation. For Hawke's part, she found the flowery prose a tad boring, but she was always willing to help with his reading. Besides, it was nice to listen to him speak. But at the moment she was becoming gradually more and more distracted by her own thoughts.
"Fenris," she finally interrupted him in mid-mind-numbing flourish.
She could feel his cheek move slightly against
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.4 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.
Nocturne of the Fallen - Ch01This is my first Warcraft story and I hope it is not the last. I have background alias pieces done for the characters so you have a general idea on some appearance as well as how they are under my WMV section of my gallery. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. ~ FireflyNocturne of the Fallen - Ch013 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 - Vicente
The evening sun began its decent into the horizon, a cool autumn breeze dancing through the grass fields, drying the sweat off a lone miner's brow. The muscled man leaned back from the mineral deposit he was working on, stretching slightly to ease the tension from the day's work. Walking back to is tool cart, he leaned his pick axe against it, dusting off his black slacks, and grabbed his red, button-down shirt, putting it on.
"Vicente!" a female voice called. Vicente turned his attention to the young woman who was approaching him, a smile crossing his face. The woman returned his smile with her own, brushing her long, black hair behind her ear. She had long, black hair re
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
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 Must2 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
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 part33 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
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 alert3 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
Anything you want...CaptainAnything you want...Captain3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Title: Anything you want...Captain
Characaters/Pairings: F!Smuggler (Briseis) & Corso Riggs
Disclaimer: If you haven't played the Smuggler story line in SWTOR then you are in for some spoilers.
Risha sighed as she sat in the chair beside Corso. She'd agreed to explain things to Corso for the Captain. As another woman in this line of work Risha completely understood the need for Briseis to keep pushing Corso away even though everyone on the ship was aware the Captain cared deeply for the backwater country boy. Risha didn't claim to understand the attraction but that didn't matter now.
"Do you need something Risha?" Corso asked as he absently worked on his favorite blaster Torchy. Skavik had heavily modded it and Corso was restoring her to his desired settings.
She cleared her throat, "Corso, why do you keep chasing the Captain. Can't you realize she keeps push
Tanny BioGeneral:Tanny Bio6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Name: Tanalirania or: Tanny
Age: 8 years old
Size: 48 feet
Hair: shoulder-long, reddish (a mix of red and orange)
Tanny is a young giant-child who landed on Felarya by accident. Until she arrived there she was living on a world, far away from Felarya together with her older sister, before a bright light hit here and she suddenly appeared close to the human village Safe Harbor. To her own luck she met the giantess Jade who took her to her friend Jora; together they decided to give Tanny a place where she could live and would be safe until they find out how they could bring her back home.
Tanny is a very brave girl, she always wants to hide negative emotions like fear or insecurity, but other emotions, like when she's angry about anything, she will show without any problems. The most time the young girl is a very happy and curious person who wants to explore her environment and learn everything that's new to hear
Tanya Nightshade ProfileTanya NightshadeTanya Nightshade Profile7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Likes: taunting, giving orders
Dislikes: losing, taking her own medicine
Appearance: Tanya always dresses in either black or dark grey regardless of where or even when she may be at any given time.
History: Primary agent for an organization determined to rule the world via time travel,
Tanya is Angelias primary nemesis. Little is known about Tanyas past life or
even why she chose to work for the organization. What is known though is that
its Tanya who, more often than not, is responsible for many of the fixes that
Angelia often finds herself in. As a result