Echoing, Chapter 10: LostEchoing, Chapter 10: Lost2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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The city was cramped and crowded, even if most of the citizens of Bilgewater Harbor didn't reach much higher than Noha's knees. Everywhere there were scrap piles and trash heaps, grease stains and broken machinery belching acrid black smoke. The machinery that wasn't broken only spewed slightly less acrid black smoke. The noise level was cacophonous. Everywhere she turned from the moment she stepped off the chugging riverboat and onto the rickety docks, she was tripping over goblins. Even in the middle of the day, the sky didn't look the right color, and she could guess that at night the smog would be too thick for stargazing. The young troll woman immediately hated the place. She hated the smells, the sounds, and the greasy taste in the air. She hated the crowdedness, the doorways she had to duck through, and the endless churning rumble of those blasted gadgets! And no one in this
Echoing, Chapter 9: the RoadEchoing, Chapter 9: the Road2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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It was a much longer walk to Orgrimmar than JuJu had expected. The last time she'd made the trek, it was on the back of Uncle Hod's mechano-hog, with her mother staring blankly at the empty landscape they passed. It had only taken a few hours to get from the Horde capitol city to the hut in Sen'Jin that time. Now she'd spent most of the morning and early afternoon walking along the red dirt road towards Razor Hill. The pack on her back weighed more now than she'd ever thought it could. Tangerine, the big orange tabby cat wandered along behind her, amusing himself by occasionally pouncing on locusts that hummed by, and as ever, she was serenaded by the endless muttering complaints of Quzkin, her summoned imp.
"Little girls shouldn't go wandering, no they shouldn't," the imp giggled to himself. "Might get hurt. Might get lost. Might make a nice snack for some nasty beastie."
"I'm not so little anymore
Echoing, Chapter 2: the HuntEchoing, Chapter 2: the Hunt2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
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"They can find their way back sometimes, the strong ones," Norman was saying. The young undead was standing in ghostly blue above his rotting corpse as she tried to bury him, but the dirt washed off him like water. "If they've got reason to. Smell the flowers rather than push 'em up, yes?"
Mikey opened her golden eyes, all at once awake and alert. Years of being the alchemist Darkhart's paid assassin had trained her well in that way. Ever since she'd worked for the forsaken man, the world had become very clear. Dreams and sleep didn't muddle her, and when she woke up it was always clean and sharp with no confusion. Even the soft, easy life she'd chosen with Kal hadn't driven all the killer out of her, only buried it so deep inside that it only whispered to her while she slept.
She rose slowly, careful not to make much sound as she left the bed of dry leaves in the underbrush she'd chosen for her camp.