First Light

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Ardent Confessor Squire Brasslance felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead as he entered the confession chamber in the Cathedral, unused to seeing it so late at night. It was only by virtue of a pot of coffee and fear of the confessor's disciplined whip that he was so awake even when he normall...

The Dread Pirate's Plunder It had been a long night of plunder and booty for all, and the Dread Captain D’Landre made her way from the main deck to her quarters. Kicking off her boots she strolled across the lush accommodations to drop into a seat at her desk. Just as she was about to relax with a ...

A Lust For Wisdom There she was, that voluptuous Blood Elf. She stood in the doorway of the tanned skin hut. Her golden hair resting gently upon her breast. As she moved deeper into the tanned hut towards the hulking figure sitting at the back he expression turned into a smile. “My what a great ban...

A Dragon's Soul: Requiem of Cataclysm They had done it. With a single powerful stroke, Deathwing had been vanquished - not without sacrifices, of course. A group stood in the yawning silence of victory, stunned by the immensity of what they had accomplished. Ysera, noble and wise, was the first to ...

To Spread One’s Seed Uraho Thickwood studied his bush intently. It was a bit of a tangled mess, he thought to himself - gnarly and unkempt, though those who appreciated such things might find a certain beauty in it. The old bull looked over the untrimmed hedges a moment longer, before he was sudden...

Stoking the Fires The heat of Blackrock Mountain was especially bad today. The forge of the Dark Irons rang loudly as a hammer slammed on an anvil, metal being pounded into long swords and axes. Sweat glistened off of Turnon Hardhammer’s dark, ashen skin, some of it sparkling a bit in his waist-lon...

A Timely Embrace Strange unholy clouds, darkened the sky of Azeroth as four huddled bodies stood on the cliffs of Uldum. Each held a face full of fear, shock and regret as they watched a corrupt Titan take form in the heavens above. Two wisely, fled, their womanly forms leaping over the edge, back ...

Of Death and Discourse Anguished moans echo in the distance. The ravenous undead’s cries shattering the silence of the fallen necropolis. The cold winds of Northrend calling back in response, echoing through empty halls. Among the ruins sits a solitary Death Knight. The undead is of elven origin, q...

Working Overtime "This machine won't work!", Nezzi called out, tossing her wrench aside. It had been several hours since the Gnome had set about fixing the flying machine. "Not with that attitude", Talin called back. The human moved up behind Nezzi, a wrench in hand, "It takes a gentle touch someti...

The Forge of Passion The night was cold, but the forge in which the elven blacksmith worked was ablaze with the heat of the workings inside. The human paladin, Marcus, hops off his trusted steed and proceeds inside, gazing at the woman within, “Yes, hello my good smith, I am seeking--…” He pauses, ...

Naughty in Nar’thalas Nukhara hurriedly walked through the halls of the academy. He was already certain of the reason for his summons, but struggled to think of how to talk his way out of the situation he was about to enter. He nervously approached the door to Ms. Azuremoon’s office. Before he coul...

Knotty Thoughts The pale glow of the moon shines down upon the lonesome Larentius as he stuffs a cigarette into the edge of his mouth, producing a small magical flame with a snap of his fingers. He brings the flame over to the end of his cigarette, and takes a much needed drag to smoke away the day...

A Night of Hard Reading He didn’t seem to care that I was working. Truth be told, I didn’t care that I was working. The library was silent. An excellent time to catch up on putting away the days' books, and for mysterious visitors that come in from the rain. But it was not shelter from the rain he ...

Waves of Pleasure The three-masted galleon, the Lordaeron sailed smoothly along the surface of calm waters off the coast of the Arathi Basin. It's captain, Demitria Rione had heard tales of a beautiful Stromic princess, and had long held the desire to plunder her booty. It was well passed midnight ...