Paraieta: L’Appel du Vide

Draenor Prime The walls trembled. Dust clogged her nose and mouth when she opened it to scream and all that emerged was a strangled, choking gurgle. Soot stung in her eyes and a falling chunk of debris nearly knocked her to the ground. She was searching for something. Searching, but for what? The sound of… Continue reading Paraieta: L’Appel du Vide

Livyani: Running Away

The Temple of the Red Crane huddled deep in the primal forests of Krasarang. The retaining wall that circled the entire complex looked as though it had grown naturally from the wilds thanks to the thick, choking vines that held the crumbling stones together. Livyani Silvermane sat astride a slender riding crane at one of… Continue reading Livyani: Running Away

Aveith: Introduction

They told him that he likely answered to another name, once. An elf name. The woman who brought him from the Court of Bones to Acherus suggested that, with the right connections and the right incentive, it might be possible to find out who he had once been. He considered it unnecessary. They called him… Continue reading Aveith: Introduction

Paraieta: Out of the Shadow, Light

Silence in the Sanctum of Shadow was as heavy and tangible as a woolen blanket. Despite Netherlight Temple’s high ceilings and the number of priests coming and going throughout the day, the whole place maintained an atmosphere of hushed reverence. This was doubly true in the Sanctum of Shadow. Across the temple, in the Sanctum… Continue reading Paraieta: Out of the Shadow, Light

Ediora: The Summoner’s Circle

Ediora Sutherland checked her own work against the diagram in the tome she held. For the third time, she scanned every line and scribble, every dot and whorl of the spell inked onto the heavy vellum page. Her own lines in chalk on the scrubbed flagstones of the secret chamber beneath her master’s study gleamed… Continue reading Ediora: The Summoner’s Circle

Aveith: Journey to Acherus

The monster’s escort to Acherus never bothered introducing herself, so neither did he. The frost wyrm, untroubled by fatigue, flew nonstop until they reached the southernmost reaches of the Howling Fjord. Here, for the first time, he saw the skeletal outposts the Horde and Alliance left behind when the war in the north ended. “Vengeance… Continue reading Aveith: Journey to Acherus

Livyani: To the Pain

Gadgetzan would never command the sheer volume of traffic enjoyed by its competitor on the eastern continent, Booty Bay. It sprawled across the arid dunes of Tanaris, low buildings blending so well into the sand that from a distance they seemed like round, unnatural formations of the landscape. The dusty domes were, in many cases,… Continue reading Livyani: To the Pain