How long has it been?
How long has it been since I first started wandering this wasteland...?
The Forsaken had been helpful enough, offering him a wyvern directly to the camp he sought, but a sudden blizzard had thrown the beast and they ended up crashing down in the snows of Dragonblight.
He wished the creature was still with him. The sudden appearance of an undead dragon had startled them though, and the wyvern quickly became a meal for the skeletal monstrosity.
In a way he was thankful that the wyvern had flown off and distracted the scourge, but he was still surprisingly sad that it would no longer share what limited food he had.
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Anon.
He was angry. Although I did not understand it, I could recognise the expression.
Narrowed eyes, flushed face, low eyebrows. He had all the physical signs. And his voice was almost an bestial growl.
It would have been fascinating to watch, were I not the reason for his rage.
"Speak, damn you!" he half-screamed at me, thumping a large, meaty fist on the table between us.
I gazed at him in a way that seemed to infuriate him, and he lashed out, striking me across the face.
I felt pain, but I showed nothing. It only seemed to enrage him further.
"Stop givin' me that creepy look! Jesus, you're like a porcelain doll!"
"I apologise," I replie
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Seeking Fulfillment, part 1 by chaoticwaltz, literature
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Seeking Fulfillment, part 1
How long has it been?
How long has it been since I first started wandering this wasteland...?
The Forsaken had been helpful enough, offering him a wyvern directly to the camp he sought, but a sudden blizzard had thrown the beast and they ended up crashing down in the snows of Dragonblight.
He wished the creature was still with him. The sudden appearance of an undead dragon had startled them though, and the wyvern quickly became a meal for the skeletal monstrosity.
In a way he was thankful that the wyvern had flown off and distracted the scourge, but he was still surprisingly sad that it would no longer share what limited food he had.
Seeking Fulfillment, part 5 by chaoticwaltz, literature
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Seeking Fulfillment, part 5
It was a while before Almárean awakened again. A full night had passed and the filtered light of dawn lit the medical tent with the muted oranges and yellows of the early sun.
The priest taking care of him had worked tirelessly through the night, keeping the Blood Elfs chill at bay, and making sure the rogue was comfortable.
The young human was finally taking a rest, drinking a well-earned cup of tea when Almárean stirred silently. The Blood Elf's eyes flickered open and he lay motionless for a moment, before sitting bolt upright.
The priest let out a startled yell and began having a coughing fit as he inhaled his tea.
Seeking Fulfillment, part 9 by chaoticwaltz, literature
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Seeking Fulfillment, part 9
A new day dawned, the soft orange glow making the bloodstained snow sparkle like precious jewels. It would have been beautiful, if it were not for the fact that it was a place of death for both the Scourge and Argent Crusade alike.
Scuff marks and remains littered the glittering battleground, a stark reminder of previous battles and what the fighters were putting on the line to defend their comrades.
The recruits were lined up in front of their camp, anxiously shuffling their feet as they waited for the hordes of Scourged Nerubians that would come pouring over the snow as they always did.
They waited a long time.
It was midday when the re
Seeking Fulfillment, part 10 by chaoticwaltz, literature
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Seeking Fulfillment, part 10
"Sound the alarm!" cried Narasion at once. "We need every man on the field! I don't care if they're half dead, if that thing doesn't die, we all will! Fetch Russell! We need to call our other forces back from Icecrown!"
Recruits scrambled across the camp, their minds reeling with orders. Narasion had used someone's first name. This was serious!
Within moments the priest was rushing across the snow, clutching his robes to help him run faster as horns sounded aloud; a desperate alarm.
"Ranged units!" bellowed Narasion, his mismatched eyes fixed on the approaching shape. "Aim! FIRE!"
Bolts of magic and arrows infused with holy light hissed t