((Feel free to post in any order, and multiple threads at once is fine. I'm not picky.))

Midnight

It was the night before Kirenestus's banquet, and already his estate was a flurry of activity. Small runestones dotted the grounds. Their glowing runes cast blue light on the plants that the Tauren tended. Due to the corruption in the soil, the effect of ( Read more... )

Aegnas lay naked on the floor of Kirenestus's estate. The robes he'd been so vain about, that had actually been borrowed from the necromancer who now stood attentively nearby, were folded neatly and draped over a nearby chair. The two runeblades lay neatly in the chair, away from their master. The death knight himself was scarcely able to stand. ( Read more... )

((Otherwise known as “Warlock and Death Knight discuss Things.” Long RP log under the cut between Traejan and Kirenestus. I have Traejan’s permission to post them. Really, you should read it, it’s awesome.))

Traejan ‘s drake landed surprisingly softly, though with a clatter of bone and tendon nonetheless, huffing a cold breath as it folded its wings ( Read more... )

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35. Breathlessness

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((I…kind of added the drabbles into a larger story. >_> Drabbles themselves are in italics. Happiness as requested by Halogin. Also Run.))

“After everything you’ve been through, everything the Lich King did, everything Blightheart did, everything we’ve tried to accomplish, you almost brought the Magistry’s wrath down upon us out of petty arrogance?” ( Read more... )

The first hint that Kirenestus had that things weren't right was the smell. The stink of sulfur and smoke was light, but it was present in the darkness. It was a smell he long associated with demons and darkness, with Shadowmoon Valley where he'd been until the last days of the war. It was the stench of that volcano, spewing lava that burned green ( Read more... )