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    A Dog's Walk (( Open ))

    Publish Date: May 19, 2013, 10:47 am


    The light pit-pat of worn, slightly heeled boots could be heard as Lindsey descended the stairs to the basement. Her many skirts were rustled as she held them up from the damp floor, scowling at the musk that filled her nose. She had noticed she was beginning to finally lose he sense of smell, but with the air so thick in this dark, damp, place, it smelled as if it could be cut with a knife. With the simple wave of her hand the room lit up, torches bursting with fel-green fire only to calm into a red-orange glow. Continuing on her way through the basement she was careful as the floor was sl
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    A Dog's Walk (( Open )) 

    by
    Akula
    Published on 05-19-2013 12:47 PM
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    The light pit-pat of worn, slightly heeled boots could be heard as Lindsey descended the stairs to the basement. Her many skirts were rustled as she held them up from the damp floor, scowling at the musk that filled her nose. She had noticed she was beginning to finally lose he sense of smell, but with the air so thick in this dark, damp, place, it smelled as if it could be cut with a knife.

    With the simple wave of her hand the room lit up, torches bursting with fel-green fire only to calm into a red-orange glow. Continuing on her way through the basement she was careful as the floor was slightly uneven, stopping in front of a thick wood and steel door staring at it with a huff. Dropping her skirts, she grabbed the door handle and yanked with one hand; the other hand was still missing from elbow down. It took her a few moments before she gave up, spinning on her heel and chanting something in a dark tongue. When the spell completed a large, shadowy demon appeared, it’s very being seemed to whisper things of dread and unworldly power. “Good boy! Now open tha damn door.” Lindsey growled in frustration more at the door than her voidwalker.
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    C'theo (wip.....sorta) 

    by
    Jeedup
    Published on 05-19-2013 12:44 PM
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    Note: Originally posted in 2008
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    Yah, decided to post this anyways cause I liked what I was able to do. With, suprisingly, a bic-pen. Several hours over the course of about 2 weeks. Bingo bango.

    Stray 

    by
    Nikaa
    Published on 04-03-2013 07:38 PM
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    For the third time in less than two weeks, Kemper made another return to the ruins that used to be Gilneas. This time though, she had no reason to sneak carefully past the troops of Forsaken soldiers that patrolled the shattered wall, as she did before. The soldiers had little reason to pay any mind to the young girl that passed them by. After all, she was as dead as the rest of them.

    Sorrow padded along side Kemper as she took the road to Keel Harbor. By now, the wolf was as accustomed to being around other undead as her companion was. Together, they searched the wrecked houses that used to be home to Kemper and the rest of her former guild. The Redblade Corsairs. As before, they found nothing.

    Shaking her head, Kemper turned from the houses and whistled for Sage. When the ram returned to her, Kemper swung up into the saddle and clicked her tongue, guiding her mount across the Headlands.

    Later, a note would arrive for Evellin.
    Captain Evellin Stormguarde,

    I returned to Gilneas recently looking for you and the rest of the guild. I found no one, but the city has been retaken by the Forsaken. Are you, or anyone else still out there? What happened? I don't know if anyone is left alive, or if you're all dead.

    If you get this, please meet with me on the 25th of the month, outside the house I used to stay at. I remember what you told us about your husband, and now I'm in a similar situation. Be careful of the patrols.

    -Kemper Brickstone

    Re: Ran's Doodles and Whatnotz 

    by
    Ranavos
    Published on 04-03-2013 07:34 PM
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    Another Mana Construct thingy

    Beware the Wind 

    by
    Ranavos
    Published on 03-16-2013 10:30 AM
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    Night time was never a pleasant experience for Ranavos Abner. It was always filled with dreaded nightmares that haunted him non-stop. No matter how much he fought back, no matter how far he ran, he could never escape them. Night after night, the humid air was filled with his fearful screams until eventually his voice became horse and shrank to nothing but a faint whisper. The lich would spend most of his time awake and alert at night, fearful that they would kill him at any moment, but over time, his guard started to fall. One would expect that the creatures would take advantage of this. They didn’t. A small, odd bond was formed between Ranavos and the creatures. Ranavos soon grew tolerant of these aberrations, they rarely fought back, but were becoming annoying at best. They would nudge him while he slept, or rearrange items. They did not cause any serious damage like before and at daybreak, they vanish.

    Ranavos didn’t know anything about these creatures, nor does he get the chance to study them closely. Why are they here? Why follow him? What do they want? These questions are never answered, nor did it bother him that it was to be shrouded in mystery. So he just lived out the rest of his unlife as normal.

    Minus the fact that he had chewed the flesh from his left arm in a fit of insanity a few days ago. Those damn worms wouldn't leave his body.
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    Re: The Brookmender 

    by
    Fhoyle
    Published on 03-16-2013 10:24 AM
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    The haunt moved with languid grace, its misshapen skull nuzzled against his arm, ever so slowing sliding its jaws around his wrist. Its eyes glowed softly as it fed on his memories. Fhoyle watched as the movie of his life play out in his vision, every wrong witnessed seemed to swell his heart with blood and life; his soul emblazoned with purpose. Afterwards, Fhoyle could not recall if it all had happened in minutes or hours.

    Battle's Calling 

    by
    Omy
    Published on 02-18-2013 09:51 AM
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    Since the beginning it had always been about worth. It had been the Church, coming in and separating her as a child because of it, making the choice to enter the war early had been built around it. She had survived, because of it.

    Because of the Light.
    Because she had the backbone to be a battle healer.

    Once she was old enough to realize how much of her self worth was wrapped up in her gifts, her usage, she wasn't old enough to care about the ramifications...and then there was too much need and not enough help to feel outraged that she was giving it.

    Magic had made people lazy. Emely learned this from her early years. The Light, could fix anything. Sniffles to cut throats. Marriages to laziness. People got angry when this wasn't the case. They came with hopes, and never took well to the honest truth.
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    Re: Picked up WoW again 2 

    by
    RavenReverend
    Published on 02-18-2013 09:47 AM
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    So Ishka can see eet.

    Total RP 2 Twisting Nether 

    by
    Lenah
    Published on 01-29-2013 10:00 AM

    Yup. I did it. I spent hours on TRP2 and there's a new version to try out! You heard right!

    Total RP 2 Update

    • Fixed "Orcisch" typo in english client
    • Changed "Troll" to "Zandali" in english client
    • Updated Pandaren language table to "OM" and "NOM"
    • Changed code for "racial" language, now works with arcane languages
    • "Purge Languages" button
    • You can now learn/unlearn your own faction's languages
    • Pets
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    A Dagger's Kiss (Aranella dej Dynastus) 

    by
    Arialene
    Published on 01-26-2013 06:13 AM
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    Aranella stared out of her bedroom window, fiddling absently with the green silk sash of her silver colored gown. She sighed, a depressed sound and turned away to begin pacing the room. Outside was utter chaos, the scourge were attacking in force and were currently dismantling one of the small villages on the outskirts of the dej Dynastus estate. The screams of the people made her skin crawl, but as a woman, she was supposed to stay inside and safe. She paused at a side table, picked up an expensive looking white vase and threw it hard into the standing mirror on the other side, screaming in rage as she did. This had been a horrible few years for her. First her father had decided she should marry, then began the courting process, then the planning process after a suitable (she scoffed at that thought) match had been found, and now married life. They still lived with her father, her new husband claimed that he simply wanted to get to know the Patriarch and learn more of the ways of the dej Dynastus, but Aranella wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right about her new husband, and she would find out what it was.
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