The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Darkfallen, San'layn.
Welcome to the Darkfallen, San'layn guide. Here you can find all the information currently known about the race and faction. Information will be added over time if anything new becomes available.
Before you decide to make a Darkfallen character.
Think for a moment. Reconsider, maybe. Playing a Darkfallen is considered difficult, if near impossible, to pull off.
First of all, they aren't vampires.
Second, they're undead. Not attractive and glitzy.
Third, they cannot create other Darkfallen.
Fourth, they're most likely Scourge loyal.
Racial name: Darkfallen.
'Faction name': San'layn, of the Scourge.
Previous race: Blood elf only.
Language(s): Thalassian, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
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GAZINKA "GAZ" PENNYROYAL
First Name: Gazinka
Sur Name: Pennyroyal
Nicknames?: Just call her Gaz.
Title(s): Co-Owner of the Green Queen Inn
Age: 26 (Not 100% sure on Gobbo-aging, so I'll use human years for now)
Figure: Rather lady-like, actually, but she has more muscle than most. Not quite orc-like, but more than your average girl.
Height: 3'4" ( a little tall for a goblin)
Weight: "Ya want I should poke yer eye out?"
Birthplace: Isle of Kezan
Dwelling Place/Current Home: Orgrimmar, with frequent trips to Undercity and Silvermoon.
Gaz is almost surely 100% pure sass, with the brass to back it up. She walks with a confident swagger, usually with one hand on her hip, and her expression is either mischievously curious, or totally pissed off.
Her form is hourglass and curvy, with a sl
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a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the second day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
two Worgen forms and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the third day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
four Night elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
five epic loots! four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
seven battlegrounds, six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf moh
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For the interview, Sunedran wore a plain dark blue ro
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"Take out your books."
Several students scowl.
Audible groans circle the classroom.
But not I.
I've been waiting all day for this.
Taking my book out, I greet the characters one by one.
My friends. My enemies.
New and old.
I listen to their voices.
Some are heard often.
Others have become all but still with the passage of time.
But they are never truly silent.
They sleep, waiting for someone to rifle through their pages, from the beginning or a much-returned-to place.
They love and hate.
They cry and laugh.
They rest and scheme.
And they are always there for me.
I open the cover. But I don't just turn a page.
I lift a lid to a magical box that contains secrets and lies; whispers and howls; noise and silence.
I look into this swirl of imagery and my mind dances.
Letters and words swirl around me in a galaxy of life and meaning, begging me to come.
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The bell rings and my classmates eagerly pack away their books as
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Aranya's gonna catch you a kaliri bird.
If that kailri bird won't sing,
Aranya's gonna craft you a diamond focus ring.
If that diamond focus ring won't shine,
Aranya's gonna win you a Brewfest Stein.
If that Brewfest Stein gets cracked,
Aranya's gonna buy you a foam sword rack.
If those foam swords explode in confetti,
Aranya's gonna buy you a mechanical yeti.
If that mechanical yeti breaks down,
Aranya's gonna sew you a black embersilk gown.
If that pretty gown wears out,
Aranya's gonna brew you some Shimmer Stout.
If your mug's no longer full,
Aranya's gonna take you on a zeppelin to Grom'gol.
If that zeppelin ride's no fun,
Aranya's gonna buy you a silver-plated shotgun.
If that shotgun starts to rust,
Aranya's gonna gather you some arcane dust.
If enchantments with that dust won't take,
Aranya's gonna bake you a delicious chocolate cake.
If that chocolate cake gets spoiled,
Aranya's gonna pick you a bunch of dreamfoil.
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But for the small purple stain on its border, the banknote was non-descript.
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The small sad man's hands were fat and white and callouses sat on his thumb and forefingers, the scars of a bank teller, a money counter, a man who knew about value. The hair on his head was grey and his eyes were blue below his wrinkled forehead and tonight would be the last time he
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As with blood of those who cant repent
The mask is that of valors own
And glory too but her face unknown
Her hair is long and red as blaze
For all the fires she made with craze
She watches man atop her throne
Of corpses made by lead and stone
She used to be a just of face
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Now she cackles day and night
A laugh that fills the bold with fright
Her madness claims a many lives
Childrens fathers and their wives
Shes brought about by some excuse
For man to fight and weapons use
The boys do love her in their youth
Until they age and see her truth
A smile wickeder is not
As she makes the corpses rot
For meet her I will all too all soon
My number called on crescent moon
To dance the waltz of man on high
And fire reigns from heavens sky
In uniform we wait for death
While she doth make our lives bereft
I beg of fate to send me way
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APH - Hockey CultureFinally got around to finishing this enjoy me and my crazy Canadian shenanigans.APH - Hockey Culture6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Also, the tense change in the middle is DONE ON PURPOSE. just fyi, kthnx.
How would you like a job where, every time you make a mistake, a big red light goes on and 18,000 people boo? ~Jacques Plante
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The troll ignored her automatically, as he continued his prayer.
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I glared at him. “Yeah, well you don’t have to march in them.”
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I raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking.”
He shook his head, grinning. “Nope. I’m totally gonna march in your next parade. And I’m gonna be marching right next to you.”
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You could hear your own breath escape in short gasps in and out of your mouth as you continued to leap effortlessly over the walls and scaled over the vertical edifices that stood in your way, yet at the same time, nothing stood in your way; everything was another stepping stone to your destination: to nowhere.
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Then the door was kicked open.
I turned to see America holding a big box while grinning like an idiot. His black sunglasses flashed as he neared the bed, "YO! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER FU-" He stopped himself from swearing by holding up the present.
"Dude, this is ___'s birthday!"
"You didn't come before " Gently I stroked ___'s cheek, trying to act as if I wasn't appreciating America's effort to brighten my day. Hiding my happiness was difficult though.
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Piano PlayingI am a pianistPiano Playing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you are my piano, dear.
I play minuets along your ribcage,
Write love songs on your arms,
And press your vertebrae like keys
To let soft chords fill the empty space.
Your hairs are the resounding strings,
Your lips are polished brass pedals
That make everything loud and soft at the same time.
Kissing you makes the whole world shift up an octave.
I am a pianist
And you are my piano, dear
So let's write a duet in the dark.
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Lovino had a distinct smell. You could catch the faint tart, citric scent of vine-ripe tomatoes and the sharp tinge of oil and metal.
What a strange combination, you thought as you carefully approached your sleeping cabin-mate treading across the line he had made earlier.
His breathing was still relaxed. You could distinctively hear him inhaling and exhaling through his mouth. If he continued to do that, he would wake up with a sore throat. Perhaps when you were done searching, you could wake him up so he could eat lunch.
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It was room temperature as it should have been. You did