revenge

Malakath - Tre'keth Mountains - 300 Miles South of Thanasis The slaying of a Dragon was a horrid thing. It brought pain like a spiders web. Slowly crawling outward in distant fractures. The agony began with the Dragons bondmate, then extended to his family and House, and then splintered...

Serryn was well connected. If anyone was asked about her, they most likely know of her, but didn't know much about her. They knew those who got too close disappeared under mysterious circumstances and no one ever seemed to ask any questions. She had many contacts and one such person had led her...

Days had passed since the news had dropped. Caeso, the once proud noble heir of House Diemut, mutilated and strung up dead for all Vel Anir to see. "The elves did it!" That's what so many had said. That he'd been captured and tortured by those given shelter within the elven quarter as some sort...

Caeso Diemut slowly came to cognizance and gained awareness of his surroundings. Standing affixed was he to an X-shaped rack, his wrists bound above his head and his arms tingling with numbness. His ankles were bound to the bottom of the rack as well. His mind was clouded still with a kind of...

Mother, who guides us and protects us, guide me now as I embark upon this mission. May your eyes look upon me in favour and guide my hands to do this duty. In the memory of the fallen. In the name of justice for your slain daughters and sons. Lend me thy strength... Demise checked her horses...

VEL LUIN It wasn't the first time Kristen had seen the grandeur of Vel Luin with her own eyes. Even putting aside a rather poor mission involving guard duty at a warehouse, Kristen had visited Vel Luin several times during her childhood (how it felt now so akin to a past life!). Her father...

Flint was having a terrible day. He'd been travelling towards Alliria for an upcoming festival, having borrowed a capable steed to make the journey. It had started out as a fine day, with the sun occasionally creeping out from between a myriad of fluffy clouds. The wind swept the barber's hair...

The journey from the Astenvale Monastery to the Spine, the land of his forebears and the place he had once called home, was an arduous one. The woods at the base of his rugged homelands were full of Orchish tribes, and only few of these were welcoming to a Goliath such as he. Taking care of the...

The Spine Faragen Outskirts Theme He knew it in his heart of hearts, the depths of his soul, that the beast had not been killed, despite the efforts he made. He felt it in his soul, the red eyes of the beast following him wherever he went, mocking him. Growing in power- the immortal being not...

/Falwood/ "Are you dragon in human form..?" The weak words escaped the apprentice Dreadlords lips as he watched two of his allies charred corpses hit the ground. Orival's hand now gripped upon the terrified apprentice's hair. The pyromancer held a finger to the air in front of the scared...

It always itched after a long ride. Gerrard scratched at the scars across his chest through his travelling coat. The scars should have faded to a pale watermark by now, but they ran far deeper. It was not his skin that had been pierced that day, but his very soul. They would never fade. They...