The Twisting Nether Gazette

Ty guys. Here's another one, this was challenging but I am happy with the results. ...

It was just beginning to get dark, Smitts started to get flustered as she realised how late it was getting. "Get dressed Greaso! We're gunna be late ya' numb-head!" she shrieked at her husband.

Greaso whipped out his spring-wound, bi-functional chronometer and thrust it in her face, "We've still got two hours! Sheesh."

"Ya can't go meeting a business partner lookin' like a homeless gnome. Ya gotta get changed." She insisted.

"You worry too much," he smirked, "Boz and I go way back. Besides, last time I saw him, he was wrapped in a bedsheet and buried in books."

Smitts raised an eyebrow, "What on earth is a stinkin' mage gonna do for us?"

"Mage?" Greaso cackled, "Boz is a businessman first. Besides, word is his studies have taken something of a... Fel bent. He's gonna hook us up with the connections, and the labour, to transport our business right into Orgrimmar's high street - The Drag."

"Our business?" Smitts made a face, "I ain't never seen you with a needle and thread."
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I FINALLY FINISHED IT. OMG.

This took FOREVER. I've been working on it all break. I wouldn't be surprised if I put 20 hours into this. You may not be able to tell looking at it, but since I use my tablet for everything I'm really very particular about every line and every detail, and I never drew a full background before. I must have changed that stupid background four times before I finally settled on one I liked. PHEW!

Anyways, this is Selidraene. An officer of the Dragonhawk Brigade and a good friend of mine. I hope he likes it. =)
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The Sin'dorei were halfway through their patrol when they found the scene. There were two of them, both female, staked out naked with their arms spread, each missing one eye. Someone had cut open their stomachs and then left them for the buzzards to feed. The deaths must have been horrific, and though they were within a stones throw from Falcon Watch, no one had heard screaming.

One of the younger members of the patrol began to retch, while the Captain ordered a thorough search of he area for whatever sick creature had done this. A runner was sent back to the town to let them know of the attack, while those left attempted to give the dead some peace by cutting them free and covering their bodies.
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ZOMG a pic! I'm not dead ...

http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6...e6f45796_o.png


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Chaos and destruction filled the usually peaceful snowy graveyard known as Dragonblight. Dragons of every color were battling each other, and littering the ground with their corpses. Deathwing, the most powerful of them all, left piles and piles of dead Red, Blue, Green and Bronze dragons behind him. Meanwhile, the Horde and Alliance gunships did their best to shoot down the black and twilight drakes. Surrounding the temple, there were three pits. Giant maws, rather, with deadly tentacles that could grab and crush a champion in one swift motion, before throwing him or her down into the giant beast's mouth.

Archers of every race were lined up on the tower's balconies, and the warriors and battle healers were in groups below, doing their best to fortify and protect the great structure. Groups of faceless corrupters and insane cultists wildly attacked the defenders, over and over. The stench of death filled everyone's nostrils, Mortal and Dragonkin alike.

This was the Siege of Wyrmrest Temple. ...

yeah so... i colored the ink drawing.

"You don't look ssso well... we recommend invasive ssurgery immediately" ...

Enjoy thanks giving or whatever you're into, writers will be getting a small assignment to their pms by tomorrow

As usual, deadline for submissions is seven server on sunday ...