July 4th, Hearthglen, Lordaeron

I thought, once, that nothing the undead did could surprise me anymore. Lately, though, I'd been trying to believe my comrades' insistence that some of the undead could be trusted. Father Warreth was our healer, charged with the lives of all of my men. It took a great deal of restraint to allow him that role. I ( Read more... )

Because I spend too much time on dA looking at pictures. All can be found here.

( Warning for spiders, bones, and general creepiness. )

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A Forsaken priest is a curious beast,
his path an unusual course.
His shadowy rites cannot come from the Light,
so he seeks a more sinister source.
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This little tome I found is coming in useful, as I thought it might. The name I penned in amused me. DarkEvangelism. Perhaps a bit too dark for a priest of the ( Read more... )

*the handwriting is shaky and weak, as if the writer were very, very tired*

Father Warreth wishes me to rest. I'll do so in a few moments, but not now. Now, I owe it to my Argent Crusade brother to record my thoughts, so that I can share them with him when he wakes and is able to understand what I say. It is by the Light's grace that he is able to ( Read more... )