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By My Hands: Chapter 9

It took some time and many, many more tears, but Rook finally rose from her bed and walked into her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and found a sad, tear-stained woman looking back at her. She shook her head, walked to shower and for a while she let the hot water wash away her guilt and pain. She then dressed and walked out into the hallway, briefly glancing in the direction of the stairway leading to Solas’s chambers. In a haze, she moved forward to where the desk stood and chairs were tossed to the side. Rook stared at the chairs blankly and didn’t bother righting them; instead, she went into the parlor. For a moment, she stood in front of the mantlepiece and looked at the many pictures of her family; she lovingly touched the one of her daughter, then picked up the one of Maran placed beside it. What would he say to her if he could see her now? “You look so much like him. It’s uncanny,” Solas stated as he approached her from the other side of the room. Rook startled, then

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choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our beliefs through sin and now the outlook's getting bleak for we were never meant to win and so you laugh as turns to ash the compass points which were our guide and for our compliance you ask bid us to hate and embrace pride pages torn and the flames have curled the edges back without a sound I'll choose love in a loveless world I'll still choose hope when none's around it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the scales have been tipped so wrong no longer 'tis of thee posture, pose, and call it strength it plays as a weakness you will go to any length claim that it's for Jesus for the means you justify through each your greedy ends fight to force us to comply freedom was just pretend surprised it lasted this long with such fragility it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our belief in men and now the outlook's getting bleak for too many can't see the

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The Bastard of Andorhal

[DEVIATION] The Bastard of Andorhal A tale of the Silver Hand Written by Catiz4Fite Edited with OpenAI & ClaudeAI ©2026 Chapter 1 - Discovery Rain hammered the outskirts of Andorhal, the sky an angry orange as smoke spiraled skyward. The purge of Stratholme had begun in earnest. Uther, stripped of command for refusing the order, withdrew the Knights of the Silver Hand back toward Lordaeron. Among Uther’s ranks marched Garrick Vane, a grizzled veteran who’d long since stopped counting campaigns. His armor bore the scuffs and dents of countless battles, each mark a silent testament to a life spent on the front lines. He looked forward to mustering out and returning to his farm. His wife had died eight years prior; the military was all he had left. As he marched, the sour stench of death stung his nostrils. A metallic clang and the treble of marching boots set the rhythm for the column of Silver Hand Paladins. Yet it was a soft, mournful cry that cut through the cadence

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Falco's Reign - Part 74

It was a small but impressive company of ten that rode north through the forest of Karg towards the Pict Mountains. Falco was there and Miranda, Talisin, Erwin, Olaf, Narvi, Haldrik, Darcia, Ruadi and Rodey. Narvi was riding the same horse as Rodey, clinging desperately to the boy. He was still afraid to ride a horse or a pony on his own. Olaf had been a surprise. He had not been invited when Falco had made his selection, but he had followed them anyway. And as it was impossible to stop him from following, except by using rather permanent means, Falco had accepted him in their midst. He still didn’t trust the mysterious envoy from Viku, bu...

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Falco's Reign-Part 54 aka Battle of Orcfang Peak 3

Ronan watched, grinding his teeth, as he saw so many brave warriors being shot down and so many more run in a blind panic. He was a tall, heavy man with the posture and face of a simple brute and a grinding voice to match that look. But looks can be deceiving. He had brains as well. “Form ranks, damn you!” he roared above the shouts of blind panic and the shrieks and pleas of the dying and the wounded. “Captains! Abandon column formation and form battle ranks! Keep your distance from those woods. Stay clear from the god damn gap. Stop those survivors from running off! This is just a setback! That’s all! We have plenty of warriors to crush ...

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The Northern Enigma - Part 40

“We should reach Aegir’s Ferry shortly after noon, according to Stavik. That’s the advantage of leaving early,” Miranda said. “He also gave me the schedule of the ships. There’s one departing this afternoon and another tomorrow. After that, it’s three weeks for the next ships to go. Ehm … there’s also another reason why we shouldn’t linger. Falco? Are you listening?” “Yes, of course. What’s the reason, except for the time factor?” “The reason is that the next round is the one the Sea Lord and his retinue usually take to go to Urvalor for honoring the gods and of course, the summer solstice celebrations and rituals.” “You mean, the one wher...

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Connor: Out in the Cold

He lunged forward, defiant. And missed his mark. His feet slid out from under him on the powdery snow as he was pushed back. He fell onto his back with a dry grunt and rolled over or tried to. He was rolling. Just not aside but down. Along the snow that whispered dryly under him, his fingers gouging tracks in a futile attempt to stop.He slid right out over the precipice in a white cloud of white powder, his hands scraped raw red by the coldness of the snow. He dangled the abyss, snow slowly floating past him with a deceptive ease. He panted, chest constricted by the press of the cliff edge. Only the leather strap around his wrist stopped...

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Altair: Eagle's Talons

Chapter 1Rheims, Champagne, December, 1187 C.E.No one saw a white-clad man standing atop the entrance roof of the Cathedral of Notre Dame on a cold December day. They were all too intent on the execution taking place in the plaza in front of the building. People were chatting, catching up on the late news from the Winter Fair taking place in another part of the city, disciplining children, eating the hot pasties bought off the wandering sellers who hawked their wares loudly. Children begged for sweets. The atmosphere was one of a holiday, the watcher remarked. It was as if the hanging bodies were some gory decoration, not men who were kick...

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Malik al Sayr: Sharp Edge

Malik stiffened as the all too familiar steps sounded in the bureau entrance. All that morning he had dreaded this meeting. Hed seen Kadars ghost again that did not happen often now which, he guessed, meant that he was accepting his brothers absence from his life. He had tried to keep busy, to focus his mind on some other task like pushing the novices to do better at stealth or keeping Majd Addin guessing as to the Assassin presence in Jerusalem. He just hoped Altair realized how fragile the situation was. Probably not. The man was like a spark in a haystack. Altair was a dog brought to heel by its master. But such animals were still ...

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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XV

XV Wrath of the Lich King “Do not lose faith!” Tirion pulled a soldier to his feet and waved at another lot to make haste, hollering. “Tirion!” he heard Darion Mograine’s voice. The Ashbringer rang out as Tirion deflected the blow from a sword-wielding demon, both of his blades burning a bright green. He parried a second time and a burst of light caught the demon by surprise. Tirion swung, spraying demonic blood around him, and thrust, the Ashbringer ending the demon’s life in an instant. “HE—” Tirion watched an infernal crush a soldier while a pack of felhounds tore another man apart, screams, shouts and battle crie...

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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter III

III Old Enemies, Old Friends “Highlord Fordring. I have a report concerning Northrend.” Tirion sat on a bench reading in one of his few moments of leisure. He faced the messenger as soon as he heard his voice. “Everything is in order, I suppose.” Sweat trickled down the messenger’s cheeks. “Actually...sir, there—you better read it yourself, my lord.” The renowned paladin put the book away, stood and took the letter containing the report. “I was only given a brief summary of what the report contains.” The messenger spoke as Tirion opened the seal and began reading. “Some mages of the Kirin Tor offered me safe passage to Hearth...

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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIII

VIII Everburning “All fear Galakrond. All flee or hide...or die.” The wind picked up. Arno squeezed the hilt of his weapon as he faced the mountains in the south. “First an earthquake, now the wind.” Corp’rethar shuddered, the burning fists of an infernal pounding on the gate. “I dearly hope you know what you’re doing,” he said quietly before turning towards the enemy. “Ready the army,” a skeleton clad in iron said. “Huh?” Snow, dust and small rocks began rolling as the wind grew stronger. Arno couldn’t help but stare at the ground before replying. “Ready the army? How are we supp—” A sound, a feeling, an intensif...

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By My Hands: Chapter 9

It took some time and many, many more tears, but Rook finally rose from her bed and walked into her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and found a sad, tear-stained woman looking back at her. She shook her head, walked to shower and for a while she let the hot water wash away her guilt and pain. She then dressed and walked out into the hallway, briefly glancing in the direction of the stairway leading to Solas’s chambers. In a haze, she moved forward to where the desk stood and chairs were tossed to the side. Rook stared at the chairs blankly and didn’t bother righting them; instead, she went into the parlor. For a moment, she stood in front of the mantlepiece and looked at the many pictures of her family; she lovingly touched the one of her daughter, then picked up the one of Maran placed beside it. What would he say to her if he could see her now? “You look so much like him. It’s uncanny,” Solas stated as he approached her from the other side of the room. Rook startled, then

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choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our beliefs through sin and now the outlook's getting bleak for we were never meant to win and so you laugh as turns to ash the compass points which were our guide and for our compliance you ask bid us to hate and embrace pride pages torn and the flames have curled the edges back without a sound I'll choose love in a loveless world I'll still choose hope when none's around it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the scales have been tipped so wrong no longer 'tis of thee posture, pose, and call it strength it plays as a weakness you will go to any length claim that it's for Jesus for the means you justify through each your greedy ends fight to force us to comply freedom was just pretend surprised it lasted this long with such fragility it's hard to write a love song for who we used to be the documents have proven weak they've laid bare our belief in men and now the outlook's getting bleak for too many can't see the

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The Bastard of Andorhal

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Falco's Reign - Part 74

It was a small but impressive company of ten that rode north through the forest of Karg towards the Pict Mountains. Falco was there and Miranda, Talisin, Erwin, Olaf, Narvi, Haldrik, Darcia, Ruadi and Rodey. Narvi was riding the same horse as Rodey, clinging desperately to the boy. He was still afraid to ride a horse or a pony on his own. Olaf had been a surprise. He had not been invited when Falco had made his selection, but he had followed them anyway. And as it was impossible to stop him from following, except by using rather permanent means, Falco had accepted him in their midst. He still didn’t trust the mysterious envoy from Viku, bu...

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Falco's Reign-Part 54 aka Battle of Orcfang Peak 3

Ronan watched, grinding his teeth, as he saw so many brave warriors being shot down and so many more run in a blind panic. He was a tall, heavy man with the posture and face of a simple brute and a grinding voice to match that look. But looks can be deceiving. He had brains as well. “Form ranks, damn you!” he roared above the shouts of blind panic and the shrieks and pleas of the dying and the wounded. “Captains! Abandon column formation and form battle ranks! Keep your distance from those woods. Stay clear from the god damn gap. Stop those survivors from running off! This is just a setback! That’s all! We have plenty of warriors to crush ...

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The Northern Enigma - Part 40

“We should reach Aegir’s Ferry shortly after noon, according to Stavik. That’s the advantage of leaving early,” Miranda said. “He also gave me the schedule of the ships. There’s one departing this afternoon and another tomorrow. After that, it’s three weeks for the next ships to go. Ehm … there’s also another reason why we shouldn’t linger. Falco? Are you listening?” “Yes, of course. What’s the reason, except for the time factor?” “The reason is that the next round is the one the Sea Lord and his retinue usually take to go to Urvalor for honoring the gods and of course, the summer solstice celebrations and rituals.” “You mean, the one wher...

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Connor: Out in the Cold

He lunged forward, defiant. And missed his mark. His feet slid out from under him on the powdery snow as he was pushed back. He fell onto his back with a dry grunt and rolled over or tried to. He was rolling. Just not aside but down. Along the snow that whispered dryly under him, his fingers gouging tracks in a futile attempt to stop.He slid right out over the precipice in a white cloud of white powder, his hands scraped raw red by the coldness of the snow. He dangled the abyss, snow slowly floating past him with a deceptive ease. He panted, chest constricted by the press of the cliff edge. Only the leather strap around his wrist stopped...

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Altair: Eagle's Talons

Chapter 1Rheims, Champagne, December, 1187 C.E.No one saw a white-clad man standing atop the entrance roof of the Cathedral of Notre Dame on a cold December day. They were all too intent on the execution taking place in the plaza in front of the building. People were chatting, catching up on the late news from the Winter Fair taking place in another part of the city, disciplining children, eating the hot pasties bought off the wandering sellers who hawked their wares loudly. Children begged for sweets. The atmosphere was one of a holiday, the watcher remarked. It was as if the hanging bodies were some gory decoration, not men who were kick...

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Malik stiffened as the all too familiar steps sounded in the bureau entrance. All that morning he had dreaded this meeting. Hed seen Kadars ghost again that did not happen often now which, he guessed, meant that he was accepting his brothers absence from his life. He had tried to keep busy, to focus his mind on some other task like pushing the novices to do better at stealth or keeping Majd Addin guessing as to the Assassin presence in Jerusalem. He just hoped Altair realized how fragile the situation was. Probably not. The man was like a spark in a haystack. Altair was a dog brought to heel by its master. But such animals were still ...

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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XV

XV Wrath of the Lich King “Do not lose faith!” Tirion pulled a soldier to his feet and waved at another lot to make haste, hollering. “Tirion!” he heard Darion Mograine’s voice. The Ashbringer rang out as Tirion deflected the blow from a sword-wielding demon, both of his blades burning a bright green. He parried a second time and a burst of light caught the demon by surprise. Tirion swung, spraying demonic blood around him, and thrust, the Ashbringer ending the demon’s life in an instant. “HE—” Tirion watched an infernal crush a soldier while a pack of felhounds tore another man apart, screams, shouts and battle crie...

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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter III

III Old Enemies, Old Friends “Highlord Fordring. I have a report concerning Northrend.” Tirion sat on a bench reading in one of his few moments of leisure. He faced the messenger as soon as he heard his voice. “Everything is in order, I suppose.” Sweat trickled down the messenger’s cheeks. “Actually...sir, there—you better read it yourself, my lord.” The renowned paladin put the book away, stood and took the letter containing the report. “I was only given a brief summary of what the report contains.” The messenger spoke as Tirion opened the seal and began reading. “Some mages of the Kirin Tor offered me safe passage to Hearth...

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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIII

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By My Hands: Chapter 9

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

The Bastard of Andorhal

Falco's Reign - Part 74

Falco's Reign-Part 54 aka Battle of Orcfang Peak 3

The Northern Enigma - Part 40

Connor: Out in the Cold

Altair: Eagle's Talons

Malik al Sayr: Sharp Edge

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XV

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter III

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIII

By My Hands: Chapter 9

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

The Bastard of Andorhal

Falco's Reign - Part 74

Falco's Reign-Part 54 aka Battle of Orcfang Peak 3

The Northern Enigma - Part 40

Connor: Out in the Cold

Altair: Eagle's Talons

Malik al Sayr: Sharp Edge

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XV

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter III

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIII

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By My Hands: Chapter 9

choose love (it's hard to write a love song)

The Bastard of Andorhal

Falco's Reign - Part 74

Falco's Reign-Part 54 aka Battle of Orcfang Peak 3

The Northern Enigma - Part 40

Connor: Out in the Cold

Altair: Eagle's Talons

Malik al Sayr: Sharp Edge

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XV

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter III

Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIII